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captainaikus · 3 years ago

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♱ 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡

♱ Pairings : Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem! reader (Haru are reader are 16 to 17 at the start of the fic, idway they’re 19, timeskip! Bonten! Haru x reader they are 27)

♱ Warnings : Violence, crude language and graphic depiction of blood (duh it's Sanzu), Sanzu being a sadistic shit in a way?, mentions of sexual abuse (but not quite elaborated just the threats of it), mentions of blood, mentions of suicide (on reader's end), mentions of killing people and drug abuse (cause duh it's Sanzu)

♱ Tags : SFW

If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Tone : Angst to fluff

Synopsis : After saving an unconscious boy from a gang scuffle, you learned his name was Akashi Haruchiyo. With your friendship coming to a turn and you leaving for the states, you made a final promise to him that you would always be by his side. Unanswered phone calls along with his disappearance for 3 years, yet you still continued to look for him. On a fateful day, you did run into him but not a way of what you had in mind. As you learnt more about Haru, you look back on your conversations and time with him. Was the really the Akashi Haruchiyo you knew or would you face the wrath of Sanzu that was secretly hidden?

♱ note : So I deleted the first part and had some time to kill... and I made it into a oneshot! And I do plan on working for a series, but that would probably be uploaded on ao3 or here, can't say... But anyway... Surprise cherubs! The parts came in early... I was gonna write some smut, but I just wanted to keep it wholesome. I hope you enjoy reading the new version of blood diamond! I will also be taking a break for a couple of days, but my next oneshot would probably be an idea I have for Fushiguro Megumi... maybe ଘ(˵╹-╹)

I know I will be back to edit this later.

Amount written : 6.9k words

Do not copy, repost or edit my works. That includes the idea of it too.

“Ne ne Kita? One of the students in our year was beaten up yesterday. And guess what” one of the students quipped.

“What what?” came eager voices

“It was by a gang” he excitedly replied.

“Ehhh maji?” The girl questioned in a non believing tone.

“I heard he was a second year which means he’s one of us. Goes by the name ‘Sanzu’. Even though he does go to our school, highly likely if we know him. He doesn’t come for class neither does he make an appearance for exams. Sounds more like a deadbeat gang member unlike the other loud pricks that roam around the hallways of our school” one of the boys in the group said.

“Looks like along with him the reputation of our school would also go down. Looks like I’d have to tell okaasan to pull me out early” one of the girls responded.

Hearing them, you remembered the discussion teachers were having in the staff room when you went to keep assignments on their desk. The number of delinquents had been growing slowly, eating away at the school’s reputation. The most notorious cases had been in and around parks and empty grounds at night. Thinking back to the teacher’s comment, you wondered why they wouldn’t be involved in the life of a delinquent. Sure, it was tempting to not live by the rules… but wouldn’t it better to have something consistent that’s worth depending on like an actual job rather than running circles, breaking the law and eventually running away from it?

“Oi errand girl” one of the boys called out.

Those three words were enough to break you out of your daze and brought you back to harsh reality.

“Go get me some juice” Kawasaki said. “Oh… and you’ll be paying for it” he added with a sinister smile.

Getting up from your desk, you made your way to the konbini which was the closest to school. Buying 8 drinks, you made your way through the lonely street. Turning around the corner, you could hear sounds of people fighting. Peeking from a wall, you saw a young boy with rose pink hair being beaten into the ground.

“Think ya could take us in one go ha?” the man straddling him said as he held the boy by his collar.

“Don’t fucking forget. You’re a Toman reject” he said as he carved into the boy’s with his knife while his other two henchmen laughed.

“Yametekudasai” you screamed as you ran towards the unconscious boy and the trio who pinned him down to the dusty floor of the street.

“Ha? Do you want to get beat up too lil girl?” He said with a sneer as he got up from the unconscious boy and walked over to you. Thinking fast you looked at the boy. What possible excuse could you come with in order to get him and you out of the terrible situation.

“Our sensei sent me to go search for him. He said he had detention after school and sent me to go fetch him. I promise you we won’t trouble you any further. Just give me the boy and I’ll be on my way” you said in a hurry, wiping the sweat away from your face.

“Hm… you think that is a good enough excuse for me to let you go?” He said before looking down at the bag.

“You’ll probably have to give me something else in return” he added with a smirk.

“You can have my money and the juice I bought. Just please give him to me. And we’ll be on our way to school” you replied quickly, opening the bag in front of him to prove your point.

You felt your skin break into a cold sweat. It was no rumor what these gangs were capable of and what they would do to an unarmed woman. You felt your hands shake as you held the bag out to the leader of the trio. The leader stared into your eyes and smiled widely as he breathed in the scene of your fear.

“Ayyyy not bad huh. I was gettin thirsty and I could do with some money too” one of his henchmen said throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“You take those. I wanna have some fun with this one right here” the perpetrator said as he snatched the bag from your hand and threw it to one of his henchmen. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards him “I’ll have fun breaking you”

The unconscious boy stood up, kicking the perpetrator at the back of his knees. Letting go of your hand, you grabbed a piece of wood that laid against the wall of if the alleyway and hit it on the face of one of his henchmen while the boy punched the other in his face.

Thanking your stars and relieved by your luck, you dragged the limping boy into the nearest store and hid behind an array of shelves.

“Did you see them?” The leader asked.

“I think they ran ahead” his henchmen said as the ran across the store.

After waiting for twenty minutes and feeling confident they were gone, you threw his arm around your shoulder and dragged him to the Nurse’s office at school. Luckily, there was no one there to answer as you called out for the nurse which made it clear that the room was empty.

Grabbing the first aid kit from the cupboard, you dipped the cotton in antiseptic and dabbed them around the corners of his mouth where there had been a lot of blood. Fucking psychopaths. Even though it was shallow and not in need of stitches, the wound would definitely lead to a scar How could anyone even think of hurting another person this?

Feeling tears come to the corner of your eyes, you put the cotton down and looked at his breathing chest. At least he’s alive. It could’ve been worse had you not made in time… but you’d till couldn’t help the feeling of sadness and what if’s that played in your mind. Staring at his uniform, you could tell he was from a gang. ‘Toman’ huh… you tore your gaze away from the golden ,enters on his uniform to his face, only to find yourself staring into his blue orbs. You gasped while taking a step back. Using his elbows, he grunted in pain.

“Don’t get up. And don’t try to talk either. I’ll be right back” you said as you ran out of the nurse’s office and made your way to the classroom to grab your backpack.

“Oi errand girl. Where the fuck have you been”

Maybe you could pay them back some other day. Pushing Kawasaki aside, you ran back to the nurse’s office to see the said boy sitting against the wall.

Taking the strawberry milkbox, you handed it to him.

“Drink this. I would’ve offered you my bento, but you can’t move the corners of your mouth. Liquid foods till your wound heals up. Meet me here during recess so that I can see the progress of it. And before you ask, you can’t come to the nurse cause if she finds out, you might be taken to the higher authorities and possibly expelled when they find out you’re in a gang unless you have money who are rich bastards at school like Kawasaki. Taking care of your wounds at home is something I don’t trust you with, cause you seem reckless and a person with rough hands. Besides, my okasaan is experienced in this. I’ve seen her do it multiple times with me as a child. Sl don’t worry…” you said with a smile.

“You’re in good hands. I didn’t get your name though… would you write it down here?” You said as you handed him your notebook and pen

With slow and steady movements, he wrote in messy Kanji

“Akashi Haruchiyo”

“Oi errand girl. Watch where you’re fucking going. My uniform costs more than your fucking rent” one of the schoolboys said as you were pushed into the shoe locker after school.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” you said as you bowed your head down, eager to leave the place, not wanting to go attract attention towards the scene.

“Fucking pathetic” he said as he turned his back towards back towards you and continued to make his way to the hall.

Getting your teeth and clenching your fists by your side, you raised your head up. Taking a deep breath you opened your locker, taking out your outdoor shoes, ready to meet Haruchiyo at your usual place.

Stopping by the konbini, you picked up some soda and popsicles before meeting him at the dock.

“Why did you let him go?” You heard a voice near you as you were paying for the bill ont he counter before taking your bought goods.

“Haru! Bikirishita!” You said aloud.

Sitting on the dock, you took a sip of your soda before turning to face him.

“I see your scars have healed well… seems like my assistance isn’t needed any longer huh” you said with a sad smile as you gently moved back and forth to see the pale patches of skin that adorned the corners of his mouth. Your remark and gaze caused his line of sight to fall from your’s to the soda can that was unopened in his hands.

“What’s so good about them anyway? I could argue and say that it’s just skin… but I don’t like seeing a permanent reminder of how it is. Neither do I like it when other members of Toman stare at me for it” he said.

“I think they look like diamonds” you said as your eyes traced the shape of the scar.

“Diamonds?” He asked with his blue eyes widening.

“Yeah… like the ones you see on playing cards?” You said as you looked at him. Hearing a small chuckle, you nearly spat out your drink.

“Did you just laugh?” You said with a surprised expression. Your words silenced him and the silence was broken with the sound of the opening of a can. Feeling the breeze in your face and watching the sun set, you threw your head back and groaned.

“Nanda?” You heard Haru say.

“Ever wondered about what you’d want to do in the future?” You asked as you stared at the dark sky above you. Glancing at Haru, you saw him shrug with a casual “Betsuni”

“Hmm…” you replied back as you saw dark clouds pass through the night sky.

“Why do the kids call ‘errand girl’?” He asked suddenly. Taking a sigh you replied

“Okaasan works as a house keeper in Kawasaki’s house. Under contract, I was allowed to go to school with him. But apparently, my identity as someone’s daughter speaks instead of my grades and hard work”.

“Then why don’t you fight back?” Haru asked.

“Okaasan goes through a lot of hardships to earn our keep. I’m not about to let some stupid 18 year old with a silver spoon stuck in his mouth tell me how I should be when all he knows is money and being spoiled by his elders. Besides, it’s only of a matter of a year anyway before we go to university. Time flies by really quickly and I plan on becoming a doctor… maybe get out of the country? I want to be able to live a life of luxury… ever wonder what that’s like?” You said in return as you raised your hand to the sky.

“Must be nice to want something” Haru said as he gave a subtle smile towards you.

“The number of days you have is the same as stars in the sky Haru. Maybe once in a while, your chance would come riding on a shooting star, where you would know what you want. Until then, there is plenty of time. I’m curious to see what future Haru looks like though… would you continue to be ‘Sanzu’ or would you actually be ‘Akashi Haruchiyo’?” You said as you looked at him.

“Hard to say… you might end up getting what you wished for. Knowing you, you would tell me to have my identity, but knowing me for the past 18 years… I would follow Mikey wherever he goes” he said as he threw the can into the ocean.

“Haru don’t litter!” You scolded him. Chuckling, he stuck out his tongue while getting up and broke into a light run before turning back and smiling, indicating for you to chase him.

“Bakachiyo. Get back here!” You shouted as you got up to run after him.

“Who did this?” Haru asked as he grabbed your bruised hand.

“It’s nothing Haru. I just bumped on the kitchen counter on the way to school” you said as you tried to cover your forearm with your school uniform.

“For fucks sake (Y/N) I work in a gang. You think I’m stupid that I can’t tell between a bruise from an object and from a person?!” He yelled. Even though his expression was hidden by his long locks and a mask, this was the most angry you had seen Haru. He was usually calm with his composure and it was surprising to see him this furious.

“I’ll find the bastard. And I’ll make sure he pays the price for it” he said as he turned to the school exit. Grabbing his arm, you held him back.

“We’re only four days away from graduation Haru. Please don’t be reckless. I won’t let people remember you as a person out for blood. Please let them see Akashi Haruchiyo and not a member of an infamous gang. I know you have a change of heart when it comes to Toman�� but can we keep Toman you aside from the other you?” You asked him in a small voice as you let your tears fall onto the marble floor.

“Fine. Until graduation. Till then, I’ll behave” he said as he clasped his hand with your’s.

“I have a place where we should go” you said as you pulled his hand, telling him to follow you. Reaching in front of the large building, you said with a laugh

“Tadaa”

“The mall?” He asked with a bored expression.

“Well… there was something I wanted to buy you. Think of it as a graduation present… but I needed to see if you would like it or not” you said as you stared at your shoes embarrassed.

“Surprise me” he said.

“What?” You asked while blinking at him.

“Surprise me”

“Open it” you said as you shoved the gift into Haru’s waiting hands. Opening the box and moving the butter paper, Haru eyes widened as he stared at the content of the box. Unfolding the cloth, he realized it was a scarf. It had the portrait of the king of hearts on it. The cloth was smooth and it had bright but subtle colors. Haru ran his hand through the scarf in admiration.

“Ahh… I hope you like it… it did cost me a fortune… but I managed it with saving my money and getting part time jobs. I’m sorry for missing out on the times we had Haru… I-”

“Kirei. Omae onaji da” he said as he chuckled. You shuffled bashfully at the compliment and felt heat pour out of your ears.

“I got you something too” he said as he held out a box in front of you.

Opening it, your eyes widened and your mouth left a gasp, surprised at the object inside the box. Pressing the back of your hand into you rough to muffle a choked sob, you picked up the stethoscope from the box.

“Why are you crying? Did you not like-” Haru asked as his blue eyes widened at your expression.

“No! I love it! This means so much to me Haru… apart from you and okaasan, no one really believes that I can actually have my dream. This means so much to me. I told you my dream just once and you actually believe that I can do it. I can actually do it. Do you know how much it means in the world to someone when they’re told they can achieve anything by someone else? I now have a permanent reminder of it. Thank you so much Haru. Every time I lose hope, I’ll remember to look at this on my desk. And if you ever need to be treated, then you know where to stop by” you said with a laugh as you wiped away the tears streaming down your face.

Pulling you in for a hug, Haru breathed in your scent, pressing your head into his shoulder.

“H-Haru?” You asked as you clung to his uniform.

“Will you leave me?” He asked in a broken voice, realizing that these were your last moments together before you left for the states to study.

“Never. I’ll always be beside you. Even though I am far away, I’ll be always be there when you need me the most” you said as you rubbed his back. He gently titled your face by placing his hand under your chin. Before you could question him, you felt your voice silenced by his lips pressing against your’s. Feeling his tongue danced with your’s you pulled his head back to stare at his beautiful blue orbs.

“Call me when you reach”

“The number you have called is currently unavailable. You will be directed to voicemail *beep*”

Sighing deeply, you’d eat your phone on your desk as you stared out into the night.

“Where are you Haru?” You said to no one. Haru had not picked up his phone in last 8 years. Yet everyday, you tried to call him. Making trips to Japan, you wandered streets in search of him, only to be yelled at the turned away by people. No one knew who was Akashi Haruchiyo. At the start of your shift to the states, calling Haru was easy. But soon, days turned into weeks, which turned into months and then a year. The boy you once knew was erased and no where to be found. You were broken from your train of thoughts but the sound of your phone ringing.

“Doctor. You have get here fast. It’s an emergency and we’re losing out on blood” Making a dash for your coat, you slammed the door on your way out of the house and revved up the engine of your car.

Reaching the hospital, you were shocked to find the door of the room the receptionist directed you towards to be torn off it’s hinges. Your assistant and a nurse were found dead on the floor and a hulking figure hovered over the unconscious man on the bed.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you get away. Bastard” he laughed sadistically. Squinting your eyes, you saw long locks of familiar pink hair.

“Ha-Haru?” You said in a shaky voice while grabbing a fistful of your scrub in fear.

The figure turned around, and your eyes widened at the sight of diamond shaped scars at corners of the said figure’s mouth. Trailing your eyes from his lips, you gasped in fear at the blood that stained his cheeks. Meeting his eyes, you saw a maniacal expression with his pupils dilated.

“Wh-wha” you said as you took a step back from him.

“Ah… you’re alive?” He said with a maniacal smile. Dropping the collar of the unconscious man, he moved towards you. Taking steps back, you tripped and fell to the floor. Haru stared down at you with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“How… why are you here?” You asked as you stared up at him. Giving a deep chuckle, he dropped something on the floor.

“Don’t have time to play around right now (Y/N). Maybe we can have a play date some other time. This” he said as he stomped his foot near the object he dropped.

“Would tell you where to find me. See ya then!” He said as he walked through the hall of the hospital. Watching his retreating figure turn to the corner of the hallway, you looked at the object he dropped. It was a playing card.

Turning it over, you saw it was the ace of diamonds.

“Meet at the mall, Friday at midnight. Come alone or else there will be a price to pay - Sanzu” the card said.

Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fist and whispered

“Who are you and what did you do to Akashi Haruchiyo?”

“Did you happen to know the man who was there in the room with a gun? Pink hair, Blue eyes, scars on either side of his mouth?” You asked the nurses and doctors in the room as you crossed your arms and leaned back into the chair.

“He just told us to move. And if we got in his way, he’d shoot us” Dr. Miyamura said as he adjusted his glasses. Humming deep in thought you looked around the room.

“Tell me this. How did Haru find the patient in the first place? Who went to pick the patient up after answering the call?” You asked as you looked around the room.

“Are you trying to tell me that there was a traitor among us Dr. (Y/L/N)?” Dr. Miyamura said with a slight chuckle towards your question.

“Riddle me this. Since I was called on emergency regarding the patient, I wouldn’t know what kind of injuries they suffered. Highly doubt a gang member made a report cause when it comes down it, if the patient was a member of the gang and got hurt, they would’ve taken them for healing into their own space. If the member was a traitor, they would’ve killed him cause that’s what most gangs in Japan have as one of their unspoken rules. So, this proves the fact that the report was made by a civilian. Now what doesn’t make sense to me and rather leaves me unsettled is the fact of how the pink haired man came into a particular room of a particular hospital? Tailing medics in the van with the patient would’ve caused him to jump early and by now there would have been newspapers stating that there was an accident on the highway and people in the van were found dead” you reasoned and said these words out loud for everyone in the room to hear.

“So yes, Dr. Miyamura. There was a traitor among us” you said while getting up from your chair with force. Looking around the room, your eyes fixed on the cctv that was on the edge of the room. Smirking, you made your way out of the room and headed to your office. If there was a traitor in the room, they would’ve seen your act of looking towards the ceiling. Packing up your belongings including a taser, you made your way to the control room where recordings of people in the hospital would be there. You had to stay in the room till nightfall to make sure the perpetrator would appear.

It was nightfall when you found the footage. Going through it, you couldn’t see the face of the nurse, but you did find it suspicious that they were heading into an empty hallway only to find Haru make a scene at the entrance of the hospital mere minutes later. Hearing footsteps approach the door, you quickly deleted closed the file and hid away in the dark corners of the room. Hearing the click of the door, you stayed still, digging your hand into your pocket, holding the taser. The figure had their back turned towards you and were going through the files.

Making your way from the corner, you twisted their arm in a lock and held the taser close to their neck.

“Don’t move. Or I’ll have you tased” you said. Hearing a slight chuckle, you dug the head of your taser into their neck to prove your point.

“Talk. Who did you call?” You asked. Laughing the perpetrator said

“The person you’re dealing with is the most dangerous one from Bonten (Y/N) san” he said in a raspy voice.

“Miyamura?” Your eyes widened in surprise, recognizing his voice.

“Sonotori desu” he said with a chuckle. Hitting him at the back of the head, you made him unconscious. Dragging his figure to the supply closet, you dropped him on the bed near the window of the room. Switching on the lights, you pulled belts from either side of the bed and strapped him down. Grabbing a chair, you waited for him to wake.

“Ore… doko da?” Miyamura said as he blinked his eyes, trying to get used to the hazy vision that came with him being knocked out.

“Doko demo iie. Now tell me. Who are the Bonten?” You asked while standing near his bed. He threw his head back and laughed.

“You think I would tell you?”

“Kosuke. If that’s even your real name… did you happen to forget that I’m a doctor?” You asked lifting a scalpel. Dragging it towards the corner of his head.

“They say the head and spinal cord at the most sensitive areas of your body. But I’ll get to that after I’m done with dealing with your femur and groin since that this what’s the most valuable to man… Am I correct?” You whispered into his ear.

Dragging the scalpel along his clothed thigh, you cut the cloth. Using the tip to prick his skin, you said “I’m a doctor Kosuke. Blood and hearing a person yell comes with the job. Don’t confuse me for a psychopath cause that’s what your kind does” you said as you lifted the scalpel high into the air. Trying to break free from being strapped down, Miyamura’s eyes widened as your hands came crashing down with the scalpel.

“I’ll Tell!” He screamed as your hands stopped mere centimeters away from his thigh. Grabbing his face you said, “I see you’ve a made a wise choice. Now tell me what is Bonten and for long has Sanzu been a part of it?”

You felt numb and shocked to know how Haru had become over the years. Had he truly fallen so far as a human to commit such gruesome events? Pressing the button to your floor, you saw the elevator doors close. Being unable to keep your eyes open, you decided to take a nap once you reached home. It had been a stressful night with finding the perpetrator, getting information, processing it and calling the cops with a charge of hospital malpractice and breach of confidentiality.

Crashing on your bed, the last thought you had was about seeing Haru. You woke up later to the sound of your alarm. Turning it off, you stared at your screen ‘Friday 9pm’. Realizing that you had to meet Haru at theI mall, you threw on your shirt with jogging pants and a parka. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you accepted your fate of possibly not coming back after your meet with Haru. Taking your black cap off the hook, and your keys, you closed the door and headed for the mall.

The mall looked broken and empty. According to the news, there had been a blast in the very same place about a year ago and it would undergo reconstruction. Looking at the broken windows, you remembered the day you bought the scarf for Haru. Working part time jobs and coming late to your meetings with Haru brought a smile to your face.

“You’re 15 minutes early” a voice came from behind you. As you turned your head the voice said “Don’t you dare turn around. Not yet at least” with a chuckle “Walk up the stairs and go the store you bought my scarf. But before that, throw your phone on the ground”

Taking your phone out, you placed in the ground.

“Good. Forward march” he said. Climbing up the steps, you made it the fourth floor and went into the store which was once surrounded by scarves.

“You can turn around now”

Taking slow and steady steps, you turned around to face the man you once knew. Taking a seat, he gestured you to do the same. Sitting far away from him, you looked at your feet. Hearing the crack of a pill, you watched him sprinkle the powder on his tongue before throwing the dissolvable plastic aside.

“Are you a corpse or are you a person? I came here to talk ” He said as he looked at you. Taking a note of his complexion, you noticed bags under his eyes and pupils dilated. His skin looked a sickly pale.

“What happened Haru?” You said as you grit your teeth. Your question was only met with the crack of another pill.

“What do you mean what happened (Y/N)? You’re pretty fucking dumb to not see anything around you” he said with a dark laugh.

“Why are you being like this?!” You screamed. “After disappearing on me for eight years, not answering my calls or texts, is this what I get?! What the fuck were you doing all this time Haru?” You yelled as you got up from your chair.

The sound of a gun rang in the air at the end of your sentence.

“Know your place (Y/N). That was a warning shot. I could take your life this fucking moment and no one would be able to find you. Not the police, not your family either. You’re a numbskull for a fucking doctor. It’s even a wonder how a pitiful person like you even made it this far to find me. I’ve chosen my path (Y/N). Nothing you say can change that and neither can you fucking stop me in the future too. Wherever Mikey goes, I follow. Even if it is the darkest pits of hell” he said as he held the gun a few meters away from you.

“Bonten is what you chose huh… what happened to waiting for me?” You said felt tears sting your eyes.

You heard a cackle around the room at your question. Coming to a stop, Haru’s eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“That Haru is dead (Y/N). You’re even lucky that I let you live. Small fries like you are fish bait in godowns that were once a part of Bonten. If I don’t spare people who work under me what makes you think I’ll spare you? And then you talk about me waiting for you and being your lover” he said as he continued to laugh.

“The man I know is Akashi Haruchiyo. The man I once knew was a friend of mine” you said as you took a step.

“The man I once knew was saved by me from a gang. He calls me pitiful for being that way, but I’ll never forget that incident as long as I live”. You took another step.

“The man I once knew has scars on the corners of his mouth. He used to feel ashamed about them… but it made think of diamonds every time I saw them. It’s what makes him even more beautiful”. You took another step.

“His baby blue eyes would shine anytime I said they looked like diamonds… I remember the day he got protective over me. He saw my bruised hand and scolded me for it. He threatened to find the boy who hurt me and kill him. But I said no. That day made my heart skip a beat and I realized that I couldn’t see him as a friend anymore… but I kept it all in” you said as you moved your foot forward to take another step.

“Stop right there or I’ll shoot” he said, placing his finger on the trigger. Taking slow and steady steps with shaky breaths you said

“On the day we graduated, he told me to surprise him with a gift I wanted to give him. I got him a scarf which would hopefully remind him of me. He got me a stethoscope. Even though I told him only once I wanted to become a doctor, he remembered it. It’s a gift I would never forget and it sits in a case in my office. He helped me save lives of people even though I was far away and he was here. With the last kiss he gave me, he told me that he would wait for me. And I promised I would be beside him” you said as stopped at gunpoint.

“But little did I know that the man I love was stuck in a hellhole while I was away. Abusing drugs, killing people and living his life where each day could be his last. It hurt me so much that the man I love is taking lives away and is happy to see his hands coated in blood of innocent people while my hands are the same, struggling to save their lives in an operating room. It hurt me so much I couldn’t breathe when I saw him standing over an unarmed man, ready to take his life like it was snatching candy from a child” you said as you pressed your forehead against the gun.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you Haru. I’m sorry that you are this way when I should’ve been there to save you. I should have been there to stop you. Even though you were under Mucho-san, according to what Miyamura told me, I’m equally to blame for being unable to pull you out of it cause I made a promise that I would be by your side. But I broke a promise and people paid for it. Ne, Haru, can I ask you one last thing before you decide?” You said as you held his hand with the gun as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Have you ever thought of me from the years that went by? Have you ever thought about finding me as much as I tried finding you?”

Your question was again met only with silence.

“You’re still very handsome Haru. You’ve aged quite well from a boy I once loved to a man I still love and would go to the ends of earth for. I would have loved to spend time with you, but my time is up. I looked at myself in the mirror once last time knowing that there was a possibility of me not coming back in one piece. I’m glad though… and now that I’ve seen you and I’m happy you’re alive, I don’t really have anything left. You were the only friend I made in school and Okaasan isn’t there anymore… colon cancer took her away from me. I tried telling you this years ago… but after your silence, I realized how lonely I had become. Children would come into my office and grab candy from the bowl I keep …and that gave me joy… but there was a feeling of emptiness cause everyday I would hope. That you would burst through my office door and take me the dock with sodas from the konbini… but this is how we meet. I really want to go back to those times… but no matter how I hard I try I know I can’t. So what’s the point anymore? And you’ve made up your mind about not needing me anymore…” you said as your tears hit the floor while you pressed your forehead into the mouth of the gun.

“I can’t be vengeful… I can’t be angry. If only I stayed and saved you from falling into all this. Even though I hate so fucking much point I want to slap you, my love for you would always be stronger which is why I’m holding back” taking a deep breath you sniffled.

“Aishiteru… Son'nani. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side” you said as you pressed the trigger of the gun with your finger pressing into his.

*BANG*

You felt a pain on your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you saw turned around and saw the bullet lodged into the opposite wall. Looking down at your arm, you saw blood stream from your wound.

“Are you fucking idiot?!” Haru screamed. Staring at his face, you could see his eyes bloodshot and tears flowing down his chin, falling onto the tips of his leather shoes. Turning your head, you saw his hand shake while holding the gun.

“Haru?” You said in a shaky voice.

Dropping the gun, he pulled out the scarf in his pocket and wrapped it around your bleeding shoulder tightly. Tying the cloth into a knot he pulled you into him by the end of the cloth strings. You could feel his form shake against you as he held your head, nuzzling it into his chest while his other pressed your back against him.

“How fucking dare you. How fucking dare you pull shit like that!” He screamed as he cried. Using your other hand, you rubbed circles into his back.

“Did you really want to go into an early grave? You think I could handle seeing you as a corpse? Huh?!” He sobbed as he pulled at your parka. “Drugs are only way I can see you. When I’m sober, reality hits like a fucking bus knowing that you’re not there. Having Mikey so broken that he turns his back when I shoot people makes me think about you. And it hurts. It hurts so fucking much knowing how disappointed you would be with me. I even killed fucking Mucho. I feel like I’m going insane (Y/N). I thought about you every day, dove. Every fucking day” he said as he pulled back. Staring into your eyes, you could see how red and angry they were. Taking your cap off and looking at you clearly, he feel to the floor and pulled you down with him. Pulling you into his lap, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. Taking shaky breaths, he t go of your parka and held your face to make himself realize that you were here and you were real. You could hear his grit his teeth and let out a voice of pain.

“Were you really happy about dying? Were you going to leave me with telling me how much you love and not hear a fucking reply back? Did you really think I was gonna kill you?” He asked in a broken voice as his shoulders shook from violent sobs that racked his body.

“I didn’t want to see a world with you painted in red Haru. I knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to join a gang and it was common at the time. But heinous crimes? Murder? Prostitution? Smuggling? Were those the heights you were aiming for? How did I not see all this? How… how did I not know about all this. Putting me out of my misery sounded more easier than living with the regret that I am to blame as well” you said as you felt your shoulders relax and your grip on Haru become loose as you let it fall to your side.

Taking your hands into his, he softly kissed the tip of each finger

“I might be a selfish man. But I’m not that selfish to keep you away from your calling. Saving people was your’s. Getting rid of them was mine. You don’t have to feel responsible about what I do. I chose to follow through with it. You gave me an alternative years ago where you asked me what I’d want to do going ahead. I had plenty of time to think about it. And going with Mikey is what I chose. You don’t have to take the blame Dove. If anyone is to blame t should me. I didn’t tell you where I went, if I was alive… I was just satisfied about you crumbling on your knees when you couldn’t find me. I thought it would teach you your lesson to be involved with me. Thought I would scare you off. But looks like it only led to you wanting to die by my hands” he said as he sniffled.

“I wouldn’t be able to bear it if I found my hands red with your blood dove. No matter how many drugs I take. No matter how many drinks I have. No matter how many people I kill. I wouldn’t be able to erase the thought that you weren’t fucking there anymore. Having you far away from but still breathing was enough to let me know that I can survive without you. You mean so much to me. So fucking much p” he said as he leaned in to kiss you. You could feel passion flow through him as you he tilted your head back and held you gently by your throat. His thumb moved in shooting circles on your pulse as hummed into the kiss.

Pulling back he rocked you back and forth into his figure while kissing the crown of your head.

“(Y/N)” he said breaking the silence.

“Hm?” You asked in a muffled voice.

“Aishiteru. Ore no diamond no joō”

There were a lot of things to be settled and said that night. But it could wait. The only sound you needed was of his heartbeat. It was enough to know he was with you and you had never felt more alive.

Looking down at you as you nuzzled into his chest, Haru felt his lips turn into a soft smile. When he was around you, there was no Sanzu. He was just… Haru. Your diamond in the rough… your, Haru.

Bonus : "I got your scarf dirty"

"Doesn't matter. Person who gave me the scarf is alive and that's the real pill"

"Don't use me as a drug reference. My shoulder will scar though... bye sleeveless shirts"

"You look beautiful in every way dove. Wasureruna"

Ne ne Kita? : Hey, Hey did you hear?

maji? : Really?

okaasan : Mother/ Mom

konbini : Japanese convenience store

Yametekudasai : Please stop ( and not in that tone ya pervs =_=)

Bikirishita : You surprised me

Nanda : What

Betsuni : Don't really know/ care

Kirei : Pretty

Omae onaji da : Same as you

Sonotori desu : That's right

Ore… doko da : Where am I?

Doko demo iie : Wherever, you're fine (in this reference)

Aishiteru… Son Nani : I love you so much

Aishiteru. Ore no diamond no joō : I love you. My queen of diamonds

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Hii, i love your work! Can I request an angst fic with prompts 38, 31 and 78. Like Logan and Leo get into a big fight and Logan says something bad (like I hate u and something like that) and Leo just leaves and maybe goes to Remus and Sirius. And then they make up idk, just a happy ending.

Thanksss❤️❤️🥺

Hello! I really enjoyed writing this ask because I haven’t written a lot of relationship-related angst yet, and I’m pretty happy with it. Credit for Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for arguing in relationships

Prompt 31: “He’s not answering his phone.”

Prompt 38: “Don’t talk like that.”

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

It started with a book.

It wasn’t a particularly special book—on the contrary, it was a beat-up copy of A Tale of Two Cities that Leo had received as a birthday present years ago. He didn’t even like the book that much, but it was a rainy day and he hadn’t slept and he wanted something familiar to daydream through.

There was a heavy, irritated sigh from the kitchen. Leo glanced up at Finn, who was folding laundry, and frowned. “Lo, you okay?” Finn asked.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just—it’s fine.”

Finn set a pair of socks down and ducked into the kitchen; Leo turned back to his book, but kept both ears pricked. “What’s wrong?” Finn’s voice was soft and concerned.

“I don’t know, I’m just upset,” Logan answered. Dishes clanked in the sink and Leo winced, silently hoping none of them would be chipped. “Just finish the laundry and we can go to bed.”

Something in his tone rubbed Leo the wrong way and he stood, joining Finn in the doorway. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

“Like what?” Logan set a fork down with more force than strictly necessary.

“You’re being snappy and I don’t like it. Finn doesn’t, either.”

Finn turned to look at him reproachfully. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet evening where we could hang out and read, but I guess that’s not going to happen.”

Logan huffed. “Maybe if you pulled your weight around here we could have a quiet evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“Finn and I have been cleaning for the last hour while you read your stupid book—”

“Leave me out of this!”

“—and I’m getting tired of cleaning up after you.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose and he huffed out a laugh, hardly believing his ears. “I’m sorry, who’s the one that leaves wet towels on the floor every fucking time he showers? Oh, but pardon me for taking an hour and a half to read after not sleeping because somebody was kicking me last night.”

“Both of you, cut it out,” Finn tried, holding his hands out to placate them. Blood thundered in Leo’s ears—he had no idea why his temper was flaring so suddenly, but he wasn’t going to back off and let Logan win. “Logan, I can finish the dishes. Leo, take a deep breath.”

“You’re taking his side now?” Leo asked incredulously. “You always take his side.”

“I’m not taking sides, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you two!”

“What do mean, he always takes my side?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quiet rage twisting his face.

“That’s what you do.” The words were coming out of him in a torrent—unstoppable and furious. “You two tag-team every time we get in a fight and suddenly I’m outnumbered.”

“Wha—tag team?” Finn shook his head in disbelief. “Leo, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you, Logan loves you, and you love us.”

If Leo hadn’t been so angry, he probably would have missed Logan muttering under his breath. Instead, he rounded on him, his fists clenching and unclenching. “What did you just say?” Logan glared and kept his mouth shut. “Logan, what did you just say?”

“Nothing you’ll care about,” he said coldly.

Leo shook his head and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. “Fuck off, Logan. Just fuck off.”

The slamming of the door behind him was not nearly satisfying enough to quell his nausea and the pounding in his head. He got in the car and turned off the radio with a hard jab to the CD port; the opening notes of one of Logan’s favorite songs from the road trip playlist made Leo’s eyes sting as he pulled out of the garage and headed down the road.

“What did I just do?” he asked the empty car. “Jesus, Leo, you just stormed out with no plan and left two angry boyfriends behind, and now you have nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to go home to—”

He pulled over, parked the car, and burst into tears. Leo hadn’t cried like that since his first night in Gryffindor, so far away from home and too afraid of waking Logan up with his sobs to do more than silently weep into his pillow. Logan had definitely heard anyway, because when he woke up the next morning there was a hot cup of coffee next to the door.

“I fucked up.” The steering wheel made his forehead itch. “I fucked up so bad, oh my god.”

You need to go somewhere, the reasonable voice in his head that sounded quite a bit like his dad chided. If you go back and apologize, they’ll take you back.

I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m still upset.

Then think. Who else cares enough to let you stay?

Leo sniffled and wiped at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. No, not his sweater—Finn’s. It took him another five minutes to pull himself together enough to turn on his blinker and head out onto the road again, following the familiar path without even needing to check his phone. The December air made the dried tears on his cheeks extra cold as he walked up the driveway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shivering in the cold. This was nothing like home.

He heard the doorbell ring through the house and stepped back a bit to admire the holiday lights in a rainbow of colors. They sparkled, a beacon against the night that made his heart clench. The door swung open a few moments later. “Hey, Leo, what’s…going on?” Remus trailed off.

“Hey,” he sniffled. “Uh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Remus moved to the side so he could enter and he slipped his shoes off in silence, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t absolutely lose it right on the welcome mat. “Are you okay? Sorry, bad question. What happened?”

“We got in a fight,” Leo said miserably, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Logan and I. Finn got dragged into it and really it was my fault and I just kinda left.”

“Okay. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded without a word and Remus wrapped him tightly in his arms. He rubbed soothing circles on his back—Leo felt more tears slide down his face as he melted into the warm touch. “I’m sorry for not letting you know I’d be here.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re always glad to see you. Can we move into the kitchen for a sec so you can drink some water?”

“Once a PT, always a PT,” Leo joked halfheartedly as he pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. “Ugh.”

The kitchen was cheerful and simple, with dark red walls and white cupboards. He sat down at the island and put his chin on his forearms as Remus got him a glass of water and dampened some paper towels. “I don’t know where I put the tissues, sorry.”

“Thanks, Loops,” he said, wiping his face.

“Re, was someone at the door?” Sirius came around the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

He glanced at Remus, then set his empty bowl on the counter and leaned against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Logan and I got in a fight.”

“With each other?”

“No, with the mailman,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. His lower lip wobbled; this was just how the fight had begun in the first place. “Sorry. Yeah, with each other. And Finn.”

“Where are they?”

“At h—home.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I left.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus asked carefully, sitting down next to him.

Leo’s shoulders slumped and he rested his temple on Remus’ shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Don’t talk like that, it was clearly important.”

“I was reading for an hour instead of helping them clean up because I was so fucking tired, and Logan was frustrated that I wasn’t helping. Finn tried to calm us both down, but I accused him of taking sides and then Logan mumbled something and wouldn’t tell me what he said.” It all blubbered out on a fresh wave of emotion and Remus handed him the paper towel again.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” Sirius said in the gentlest voice Leo had ever heard him use.

“Really?”

“Really. It sounds like you let some things build up for too long, like a volcano.”

Leo sniffled. “You sound like my dad.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so.” He straightened up again and took a long sip of water. “God, I feel awful.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. Have you eaten recently?”

“We were going to have dinner when Lo finished with the dishes. So, no.”

“You want a sandwich?”

“Yes, please.” To Leo’s surprise, Sirius pulled a block of cheese out of the fridge and bread out of the cupboard. “You cook?”

He and Remus made identical ‘ehhh’ noises. “Un peu,” Sirius laughed. “I burn soup, but grilled cheese is easy.”

“How the fuck do you burn soup?”

“You want to know the worst part?” He looked over his shoulder briefly. “It was canned soup.”

“What?”

“Mhm. I turned the heat on high because I thought it would cook faster.”

Leo’s tide of emotions molded into total confusion. “Why would you do that? The instructions are on the can.”

“Strangely enough, that’s what I told him,” Remus said wryly. “And still it’s happened twice.”

“You are so mean to me,” Sirius sighed as he turned the stove on. “I make you grilled cheese sandwiches and this is the thanks I get?”

“Sorry, love.”

“How do you do that?” Leo asked.

Remus turned back to him. “Do what?”

“Have this…” He gestured vaguely. “Perfect, amazing relationship. How?”

Sirius snorted and returned to his place by the fridge. “It’s not perfect.”

“But you’re so happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus asked. “When you’re with your boys, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “They’re the best thing in the world.”

“Do you have a perfect relationship?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s your answer.” Remus spread his hands. “Fights happen. Sometimes you can’t stand to even be in the same room as your person, or your people. Sometimes it feels like everything they do drives you crazy. But that doesn’t mean you stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving you.”

“The fight wasn’t about me reading,” Leo said quietly. Understanding was beginning to settle in. “And it wasn’t about Logan leaving towels all over or me not pulling my weight. I think we both just had bad days. Is that normal?”

“I hope so,” Sirius said. “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.”

“I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.”

“I was—I am—scared,” Leo confessed. “There’s just so much happening all the time. Finn and Logan…they’re my center point. My anchor.”

Sirius slid a perfect grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate and handed it to him. “Then you should tell them that.”

Just as he took his first bite, the doorbell rang. Remus frowned. “We’re popular tonight.”

After checking his phone quickly, Sirius wandered down the hall, and in his absence a large black dog came out of the living room to set her head on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, Hattie.” He scratched her behind the ears and tore off a piece of his sandwich to give her.

“Oh. Hello.” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Hey, Cap.”

Leo froze and Remus’ eyes widened. “Have you heard from Leo?” Finn asked. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“Because of the fight,” Sirius said.

Remus dropped his face into his hands. “Tact,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Leo could picture Finn’s face in his head, uneasy and worried. “So he’s talked to you?”

“He’s been in our kitchen for the last half hour.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “He’s—can we come in?”

“No shoes in the house.” There was a moment of rustling, then a staccato pattern of footsteps in the hall before Logan and Finn appeared in the entrance.

“Mon dieu.” Logan nearly collapsed against the doorframe when he saw Leo; his eyes were red-rimmed and he seemed to be a bit of a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Peanut.”

“We’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” Remus said, slipping out of the room with a final glance to Leo.

“My phone was off, sorry,” he said quietly, feeding Hattie another bit of bread. The pressurized fury from before was completely gone—he only felt regretful now, and utterly exhausted. “I’m also sorry for yelling. And accusing you. And for dragging you into it, Finn. Oh, and for leaving.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Logan took two tentative steps closer and Leo stood up, holding his arms out. Relief crashed over his face and he nearly tackled him in a hug. “I took out my bad day on you and as soon as you were gone I regretted it. Merde, Leo, I’m sorry.”

Extra warmth cocooned them both as Finn joined the hug. “I love you both so much,” Leo mumbled into Logan’s hair.

Logan snuggled closer. “I love you, too.”

“Me, three.”

They all laughed weakly at that, stepping back and sitting down at the island. Leo bit the inside of his lip. “So…things were said.”

“Things were said,” Logan agreed. “I didn’t mean what I said about cleaning up after you.”

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said about tag-teaming.” He winced at the memory. “That was flat-out mean and uncalled for. And Finn…” Finn looked up from petting Hattie. “I used you as leverage and that was horrible.”

“Same here,” Logan said guiltily.

“Yeah, let’s not do that again, okay?” Finn looked between them and raised his eyebrows as they both nodded. “I don’t take sides when I’m choosing between my boyfriends.”

“Leo…” Logan started and trailed off.

“Yeah, Lo?”

He struggled for the words for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you—do you want to know what I said in the kitchen?”

In the kitchen…Leo wracked his brain and tried to remember. They had been arguing, and then Logan muttered something he couldn’t hear. He was tempted to say yes. “No, I’m good.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “We were both upset. Whatever it is, I don’t think you meant it, so it doesn’t matter now. We’ve fought enough tonight.”

“Should we head home, then?” Finn suggested, taking both their hands. “I’m pretty tired and hungry.”

“You could ask Cap to make you a grilled cheese,” Leo joked. “They’re damn good.”

“Cap can cook?” they chorused incredulously.

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undergrounddweller89 · 4 years ago

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Pen pals

Killian's in prison, one that belongs to the agency but it's more of a place to help people reform, but that's not the main part of the story , this is just Killian going though the moments he and Walter interacted , thinking about what he'd like to do with him and gets a surprise request later that day.

This is a one shot, so if you want to know what happens next well that's up to your imagination to decide <3

Killian likes to think of Walter...alot.

and I'm just hoping you enjoy this.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Everything followed order, up by seven, breakfast by eight, therapy by ten, lunch by one so on, so forth…

Killian was tired though, he was plagued by nightmares of the past, thankfully not every night, there was respite on the nights he dreamed of one Walter Beckett, his therapist had called these dreams and his emotions a form of rescue romance.

It was yes a reasonable conclusion but at the same time, he was willing to indulge his fantasies for the peace they brought him.

To have been faced with someone so kind, someone willing to save him, he found he could not turn away from the idea of that light after so many years in darkness.

He had to be strapped down when he slept, with the screaming and thrashing they’d said it was for his own good, after the first few times he’d hurt himself and other staff members.

Killian could tell, none of them wanted to admit it, he made them uneasy, he’d nearly destroyed their way of life, he would have succeeded if not for one man he’d greatly underestimated.

Kindness, a better way?

These ideals, ideas had once been a joke to him and yet they were exactly what brought him down and the reason he was alive.

Yes a better way.

Leaning on the cafeteria table, elbow on the surface, chin in palm as he played with the plastic fork, how easily he could crush it between his fingers, turn it into tooth picks between steel claw tips.

It was thanks to Walter Beckett he was here; thanks to him he still had his robotic arm with controlled strength so he couldn’t crush anyone’s skull with it…sadly.

They couldn’t exactly rip out his eye… but then again considering the history of the agency, Killian would not have put it past them, all they would have to do was put him under and have it removed and if they felt kind enough replace it with something plain.

Yes he’d heard about it, agents had even mocked him saying he had a fan in that little nerd, they called Beckett a weirdo for standing up for him, his devices had been disabled so they only functioned as eye and arm, again, that was because of Beckett.

A fascinating creature, unusual…what would it be like if he could sit down and talk with him, properly.

Man to man.

He took a bite of the mashed potatoes on his tray, lip curling, bland as anything.

Oh one more thing Walter had written and appealed to let him have his face mask, his argument had been closer to the truth than he cared to admit.

He did hate seeing it, that ugly reminder of what Lance had done to him, on bad days he couldn’t bare to look at it, the scars felt fresh as the memories would come crashing back…it wasn’t always like that but to have to see them constantly may have caused a genuine decline in his mentality.

Killian did miss having decent hair product and his own hair brush, of course, something he wasn’t allowed, you could easily shove the handle down someone’s throat, gouge an eye out, find a way to whittle the handle and make your own shiv.

You know just the small personal things.

Killian stared at the food; of course it was hard adjusting to what limitations he had but did the food have to be so plain.

Would it kill for a little seasoning, though Killian was sure if he filed a complaint it’d be put through the shredder, it wasn’t as if he was a favoured prisoner after all, his crimes he was sure made the guards act less than favourable, oh nothing that would get them in trouble, just looks, only going to points A and B, no conversation unless it was to get answers or be given orders.

He was grateful to be alive all the same, it meant he could still enjoy the ocean view, to see such vast waters that could lap gently one moment into great thundering storms...some people did not know just how privileged they were to see such things, he’d grown up in a land locked country with next to no time to travel, spending time with those he’d cared about and lost.

Poking at the tasteless food with a sigh, he thought of Beckett’s eyes, some type of god had poured the ocean into them...replaying visuals like a little black box, ones he could only see, he’d often look at Walter and how the light caught them, they were beautiful...his hair fire and copper, pale skin dusted lightly with freckles he wondered if they were also on his shoulders or the back of his neck, the idea of pressing his lips there tenderly was certainly a warming fantasy.

Killian smiled just a little, a fond one, you might just think he was planning revenge and enjoyed the thoughts, he knew others assumed all he was doing was cursing him, thinking up violent ways to tear him apart.

No, he was doing anything but that.

Killian’s days here had been spent reminiscing, going over each moment, ohhh having bionics that could record and store whatever he wanted was truly a wonderful thing.

Of course there was that first moment, where he’d stepped on him, being able to go back over the moments, he could think about how the dirt on his face made his eyes all the bluer, how brave he’d been, to face him, he’d only mildly fascinated him when he’d flipped him over onto his back with his foot, moving his shoe from his pretty face down to his chest.

A fleeting thought of what was someone like him do running around trying to stop him, he should be in someone’s bed surely...perhaps his had it been another time another place.

Walter had been surprisingly calm, but still trying to tell him there was a better way but the moment he’d heard Lance’s name, such pleas were falling on deaf ears, at that moment Killian would do anything, anything to hurt Sterling and a pair of pretty ocean eyes were not going to deter him from his mission.

So simple and yet genius to have escaped using a handful of breadcrumbs, the agency would have sooner murdered him, heh darling sweet Beckett perhaps a little too innocent for this world despite his age, no doubt reality had at least begun to set in even just a little ehhh probably.

Reaching for the salt and pepper in an attempt to bring some flavour to this god awful meal, brow furrowed in thought, recalling the battle, when he’d almost shot Walter when the M9 drones gun had been knocked from his hand, the laser fire just missing him and knocking down the wooden planks hiding his location at the time.

Until that point he’d believed he was dead...because he believed he had killed him in that moment when he’d sent the M9 drones to blow up his submarine, just to get back at Sterling ...well at least he’d tried to make that death quick, he could have taken him in and tortured Beckett right there in front of Lance.

There had been a moment of satisfaction in Lance’s pain, but it was fleeting, after he’d left Sterling to mourn he himself had needed some privacy a stiff drink...a moment to mourn the young life, the ocean had reclaimed that strange creature once more.

Killing was easy, but...that one, Beckett, hadn’t even screamed, kicked, cursed, scratched at him, didn’t even try to dig his fingers into flesh as he was pinned down, he continued to tell him there was a better way right up until the moment where he’d nearly mangled his face, anything he could do to hurt the agent who’d ruined him, he’d been willing to do.

Yes, when he’d seen Walter was alive there was a sense of relief and guilt lifted for that death...after Sterling through the effects of the truth serum exposed Walters plan, he’d briefly thought about incapacitating Walter, but no, he had a chance to let him live this time, instead he’d called a drone to run, Beckett was not a part of his vendetta, something about him was different than the others and despite his rage and pain when he looked at Walter he saw innocence, something similar to how he’d once been before Kyrgyzstan and the events that’d occurred there.

Killian felt a twist in his stomach at the thought of someone killing Walter, guilt at his own attempted, scrubbing a hand down his face; unable to eat he pushed his tray away.

Hearing the guard clear their throat and glance at the tray, Killian rolled his eyes, picking it up he disposed of its contents, he’d lost his appetite anyway and decided he’d feel more at peace in the recreational green house and headed off there.

They’d been given a choice of small jobs here and he’d chosen to work on the maintenance of plants, after all if he ever managed to leave this dammed place, a pleasant little flower store on the corner of Beckett’s Street might be a rather good way to live out his days even to just make sure he was safe.

But there was another reason he’d chosen the greenhouse besides that, entering through the steel and glass door, outside of the windows framed iron, with wooden paneling and seating beside them, you could see you were high up, oh but that view, the ocean vast and wide as if it never ended, all manner of colours during the summer days from blues to emeralds scattered in gold, grey and destructive during storms and rain would hit like mini stones over the glass...beautiful.

He touched over the soft velvet petals of white roses and irises, they were his favourites, stars in the night or perhaps as he looked them over, there was another reason he favoured the contrast, light and darkness could not truly co exist without the other, you could not appreciate much unless you had the opposite to see the difference.

Pulling on a glove for his human hand, he took up the pruning sheers on the table where the tools were set, if he so much as tried to leave the room with these an alarm would go off, they were all tagged and would cause problems for anyone trying to smuggle them out of their correct location.

Tending to the plants, making precise slow cuts, searching for any little weed, the soil was rich and soft, rolling small pieces between gloved finger tips, there was a peace to be found in tending to such beautiful fragile things...he’d tend to Walter if he could.

It had all meant to end in bloodshed.

He thought to himself.

Justice for what happened to the people who’d been innocent, the ones who’d sooner have died themselves than spilt a single drop of blood purposefully.

Killian honestly didn’t give a shit about any of the people he was surrounded by now, he had no ties no reason to, the spies the people of the agency, oh he still hated them, he would gladly see them die and-

He stilled a rose head falling against the dark earth...his bionic eye went from red to blue again, staring down at the flower, a wasted life that had done nothing but simply exist...

Placing the shears down, clearly it wasn’t a good idea for him to he holding sharp instruments right now, instead he picked up the white flower and cupped it in his palm, long metal fingers gently prying off each petal and placing them on the dirt one by one...looking up he knew exactly why white roses....

Beckett’s pale skin and the ocean waves that paled in comparison of his eyes...why did Walter of all beings bring him the same peace of a sunset shore highlighted in warm tones fading into the calming tones of dusty pink as the night sky began to settle in.

Hands empty now he stepped closer to the window, looking up out into the spread of clouds highlighted in the afternoon sun, only now beginning to show signs of the evening.

Killian had depended on that one moment when he’d brought Walter face to face to him, he could have head butted him, he knew exactly how to do that and carried him off, dropped him even, but that moment of fear that showed in his eyes, his first thought was perhaps he could reason with him.

“If you shut them down now you’ll kill us both.”

That look as Walter had turned his head to see just how high they were, he could have used the drone right there at his disposal to shoot him, destroy the device on his wrist, something anything, but the idea of seeing the light gone from those eyes, empty and cold...no he’d had to hope he could change his mind...but then again negotiations had never been his strong point.

“And you’re no killer.”

That was it.

That was all he could think off to say to him!

He could have said

‘I’ll stop the attack if you come with me, I’ll leave, drop this mission if you come with me! ‘

Instead he’d just assumed that Walter wouldn’t dare cause them both to die, with his talk of doing things differently...that moment when he’d said

“No I’m a hugger.”

It had baffled Killian entirely and then...that device separated them, Mcford had tried to reach out, he couldn’t believe it, despite their difference, his naive view on the world, Walter chose to save him.

Seeing him fall, time itself had slowed, he knew what was going to happen to Walter, his despairing gaze only turning when the drone had been deactivated and realized he too was heading back to earth.

Now the question was...would Walter have done the same...if he’d not had the inflatable hug? Indeed that was something to ponder on.

Something told him though his choice would have been the same...but at the price of both their lives, he could settle for losing his own but it grated him, the idea of such wonderful potential almost lost because of his own rage, the idea of Walter being...

Killian glanced over at the scattered white petals...yes just like that.

It was strange...

Killian sat on the window seat, the cushions were thin and in need of a change for new ones, however this was a prison not a five star resort, shoulder pressed to the glass and looking down where the docks were, empty at present, no new arrivals, visitors usually came by helicopter.

How peculiar that a man he barely knew had wormed his way under his skin, into his heart, was it infatuation?

Scratching at his cheek lightly, disrupting his hologram, metal softly grinding on metal.

The thought of Walter being dead, cold, buried in darkness unsettled him, something more like a glass coffin would be more suitable, he should be displayed like a pretty china doll, yes the idea of him being dead that alone could smother out the sun itself.

Killian would never forget that moment he was sitting inside that inflatable ball, defeated, arm inactive, at first stewing in his defeat, the fact that glitter and bubbles had practically put an end to his plans to get the justice he’d for the last ten years had been seeking, that irritating squeak as the waves caused it to gently bounce against the rocks, he remembered feeling exhausted, knowing it had all come to an end and not the one he’d wanted, how his victory had been stolen, he was supposed to die getting that revenge , end all that anger, to have his pain silenced.

Oh it still hurt to think back on the past but as he heard Eye’s voice, that amazement and awe.

“He saved him.”

It soothed something in him, his rage dissipating as he placed a hand on the interior of his plastic prison and asked, even though he knew it was impossible his first response, his first question had been a small yet hopeful thing

“Is he alive?”

Killian had expected the worst but to hear he’d survived, he didn’t care how, Walter was alive and that was all that mattered, his choked sob of relief had left the onlookers baffled but he didn’t care, their opinions didn’t matter to him just Walters.

In a world where violence was met with more violence, death, endless and continuous…his angel had taken the hands that had intended harm and smiled, offering his life for his, not literally of course but the metaphorical substance was there, Beckett could have saved himself and the agency, but those eyes looked up at him and without a word said

'You are worth saving.'

How could he ever thank Walter for that chance to live and start over, Killian didn’t think he could ever repay the mercy he’d been given.

No one had ever done something so selfless, at least not for him, the best he could do was to try to think more like him, even if to show he valued Walters ideals and respected him, he’d been reminded that violence was not the only solution, but learning to forgive, to try and move on was a start, it would be a long and arduous that much was clear, especially with Lance in the mix, that definitely soured things but maybe there was more to Kyrgyzstan, metal claws flexed instinctively, he’d locked in one thought , a play over again and again of what happened until he was no longer a man but a monster, now that life had been breathed into him…what did that make him now?

Sighing, Killian rested his forehead on the window, everything was so complicated now, if he could time jump, reverse it, he’d slip back into that moment when he and Walter where being carried away, he would make a bargain, a trade of shutting down all of the M9 assassins from their course, all but the one that held them above the surface of the world in their own private little paradise, all Walter would have to do was agree to come with him, be with him forever and ever, after all that wasn’t really so long at all was it, not if it was happy and full of wonder.

A small smirk formed on Killian’s lips, knowing already what the answer would be, after all Beckett was so eager to save people wasn’t he, but he, Killian would actually show his genuine appreciation for it, he wondered what his darling sparrow was up to now, had the agency thrown him in a corner, commemorated him for his astounding work, one could never be quite sure especially with how they continued to allow Lance to carry on after what happened in Kyrgyzstan.

Killian had, had his little daydreams though, like waking up and finding him sleeping on his chest as the morning sun caressed over them, exposing those subtle freckles that dusted over Walter’s cheeks highlighting auburn hair, which would be a mess after a night of love making, fingers stroking through it and down his spine, Killian couldn’t help but wonder if Walter’s skin was soft.

Thinking of his own scars, Tristian was also curious to know if Beckett had any of his own from science projects gone wrong, in places he’d never see but long to kiss if only to show him he found each and every part of his body beautiful.

He wanted to know how he looked when laughing, the sound of his laughter, to see how his look of want would be beneath or above him, back arching and flushed.

How sweet would he sound at tender kisses to his neck, being held and softly whimpering, maybe the fantasy was better than the reality, but with his current situation he would never have the chance to find out and well…it was highly unlikely that Walter would ever see him in such a way right?

Killain smiled at the thought of getting to talk to him in a situation as simple as having a coffee at some quiet little corner shop, asking about his day, even if there was no chance for romance…the man who’d helped Sterling still had to be interesting to say the least.

Someone who could hack into his bionic arm had to be highly intelligent, no one else had even thought of it…himself included, obviously or he would have put in more precautions to make sure that couldn’t happen, Killian knew he was lucky in that circumstance that Walter was kind that he believed in a better way or he could have very well turned his own robotic arm against himself, what an irony that would have been.

He flexed his metal claws, of course it had the right firewalls and software now after Walter put in the safety measures himself.

Looking up as the greenhouse door was opened, was it another inmate? As much as he wished the place was just his he was not the only one who enjoyed a little therapeutic time with the plants, it turned out to be a guard holding an envelope, looking less than pleased.

Sitting up Killian eyed the paper with suspicion, usually guards didn’t hand deliver letters unless it was from someone higher up, had something been overturned, given the death sentence behind Beckett’s back…no if that was the case no doubt the guard would be looking pleased with themselves, either way it’d been opened and the vetting team hadn’t even tried to hide it…maybe it was the guards and they had come to tell him something, after all who was even left to send him mail, who’d want to.

“Seems that weirdo, wants to write to you.”

The guard laughed extending their arm as they handed Killian the letter.

Frowning at them, he purposely took it with his claws, finding satisfaction at how they flinched when they snapped sharply together.

“I think you’ll find that weirdo has more intelligence in his little finger than you do your whole body…are you jealous that he’s not writing you, after all I hear you constantly bragging that you think if some nobody can become boss of his own division why can’t you, he’s not a no body unlike you he’s a genius you troglodyte.”

Smirking as their expression soured, the guards fingers flexed, they were someone who thought themselves above the rules but Killian unsettled them enough that they didn’t mess with him, it wasn’t worth the fear of looking over their shoulder and with Killian's model behavior since arrival they wouldn’t be able to say that it was in Mcford’s character, it would look alike they’d provoked him…of course there were also cameras in the corners of the green house to.

“Whatever.”

They grumbled and left.

Killian pulled off the gardening glove he’d been wearing and set it down before pulling the paper from the torn envelope , Walter’s stationary had pigeons on it at first he wondered if it was some in joke about their first meeting in Venice, though as he read through the five pages the young man had sent him he understood and somehow Beckett was now ten times more endearing to him, it was easy to imagine him being excitable as he told him about his day of course keeping out top secret information he wouldn’t be privy to but still.

The numerous facts on pigeons, talking about the little things that went on through the day, asking if he was alright, hoping he was being treated well, that one day he’d like to come visit him.

Beckett couldn’t be real, no one was this nice and genuine, he had to be in a hospital bed in Kyrgyzstan in a coma and dealing with death and Walter was just waiting for him in a heaven he was welcomed in, that had to be it.

The hand writing a mix between messy and curly, written in Walter’s own hand, it made it all the more personal than some printed out thing that was signed at the bottom, finger tips tracing over the paper, this was something Walter had touched, it was for him.

These words were written for him, even if the security had checked it over, it made it no less important or special to him.

He would of course have to write Beckett back, it would be a terrible thing to leave him hanging like that.

Reaching the final words on the last page he stilled and had to read it again…and then again…and again to process what he’d been asked by the younger man.

Pen Pals?

He wanted to be

Pen Pals?

Well now wasn’t that interesting.

‘Would you like to be Pen pals and see what the future can bring?

Sincerest wishes for your better future

Walter Beckett

P.s

I sent a picture of myself if you want to throw darts at it in case you hate me, but if not use it as a book mark or something.’

Killian looked at the picture he realized was still in the envelope which surprised him, his heart nearly exploded from how adorable he looked, smiling at the camera with a white and brown pigeon nesting in his hair, oh that must be the Lovey he’d mentioned in the letter, how cute, he smiled fondly, well he’d be doing more than just using it as a book mark, it’d help him get through lonely nights to, not that Walter needed to know that.

The gesture was wonderful, if he could hold him he would have, resting his back against the window he held the letter and picture to his chest, the giddiness that swelled inside him was like being in love for the first time all over again.

In a soft tone he whispered a thank you, eye closing as the other went dim.

Could they be pen pals?

Of course the answer was yes.

He’d love to.

#Walter x Killian #Killian x walter #lime #killian has suggestive thoughts #it's really just a long thought process #spies in disguise

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shilo-sumac · 3 years ago

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heyooooo imma Shilooooo!!!!

((This blog is in character in the Pokemon universe. This may trigger unreality in some people. Ask me to tag any extra triggers. Some topics may be emotionally heavy, but not extremely graphic, and will be tagged.))

((YOU DON'T NEED TO READ THIS ALL I JUST WRITE LONG INTROS SORRY

last change 10/8/2024, added link to new tag system

Pelipper mail is on!

Musharna mail and malice are on!

Mystery Gifts are on!

Tags I use

Current arc: none

ps: You are absolutely free to go through my blog and spam like and reblog i love that it makes me feel loved (no pressure to ofc just if you wanted to anyways)

Writing starring Shilo!

An Ache

The Hurricane | Followup DMs [More under "hurricane arc" tag, mainly an Alistair Takeover]

IC INTRO STARTS NAOW!!!!!))

hiya! im a pokemon rescuer, shelter, rehabilitator, trainer, uh. other things too! liiiiike ive made it into the Sinnoh Hall of Fame :3c ... uhhhhhh i try not to make too huge a deal about it aha........ me n my Pokémon partners are pretty strong and awesome tho. born in unova, currently in wonderful sinnoh.

she/they, in my mid 20s (i think...)

heres my og team!

Urtle, Monarch, Bess, Gadzooks, Bane and Bianca!

due to my passion and job i have a decent amount of 'mons that i can shift around as battlers as well as ones that are just pets. if i had to choose a team of six right now I'd probably go with these, but theyre subject to change!!!! yahoo options!!!

Rin, Spooky!, Bianca, Gadzooks, Bane and Mym!

mmmm okay what else.... so um, im on a decently large plot of land with a handful of facilities to help me out. it's on an island off the coast of Sinnoh, and its all dedicated to helping pokemon!!! i mostly do my work alone, so i have a limited amount i can reasonably care for tho even with all the space. (... good thing sleep is for the weak >:3) occasionally i may be quiet for a while, the wifi here is........... temperamental

Rin-tin-tin the one eyed Zoroark also has access to the blog, she was the first friend i ever really had and ive known her for a real long time. she likes using human disguises to casually hang out in places that dont allow Pokemon. shes learned a lot of habits from humans, shes not the biggest fan of typing or texting though. she has personally assigned herself as my bodyguard and always is within hearing distance of me. shes the strongest Pokemon ive ever known!!! even though i met her first she didnt officially join my team until after i finished the championship. (league rules and all)

now for Alistair... oh Ali, youre such a... guy. lets just say he has the personality of a spoiled rich kid and the knowledge of the world of a quarantined homeschooled agoraphobe. he might talk here sometimes or i might mention him, he owes me one so he helps me out around here. yep, yet another blog with a roommate :p

btw im mentally ill af sorry in advance

((Extra Ooc stuff below cut))

Some Refs:

Random Muse/Her world Info

Ooc stuff here! Hiya! I'm Ri! whenever I talk ooc I'll usually do it ((like this)) or otherwise mark it as ooc!

Shilo is HEAVILY based on my run of Platinum, keep this in mind as her backstory slowly reveals. trying to write fanfic of it rn!

Main blog and follows shall come from Ridragon, you are welcome to follow me there, but it is not strictly a Pokemon blog, it's an all my interests and a diary all squashed together. I "spam" likes sometimes so lmk if you dislike that, and don't mind if someone "spams" mine. I'm touched when people care enough to read and like. :3

All asks and any interactions open, I'm totally new to this so throw them at me. don't be afraid to send stuff! worst i can do is say ehhh not feeling it

For my own reference and anyone else here's a list of her current Pokemon, separated by who she battles with and who are just pets/retired. the list may be subject to change, depending on if she adopts out or loses a Pokemon to circumstance or adopts/befriends another.

eventually i hope to make these links if i get around to profiles... we'll see! all pokemon are going to be tagged as [Their Name] the [Pokemon Species] without the brackets. Tumblrs search system sucks though so, hopefully they'll be somewhat organized.

Battlers:

Rin-tin-tin "Rin" - Zoroark ♀️[Best helper and bodyguard] *Alpha | Gadzooks - Garchomp ♂️ | Bane - Gliscor ♂️ [Likes to help in the greenhouse too! Especially with the edible plants.] | Bianca - Weavile ♀️| Spooky! - Mimikyu ♀️🌟 | Mym - Dragapult ♀️[Flying mount for off island excursions!] | Vampira - Crobat ♀️[Helps with connection to the Zubat network spanning across some regions]

[anyone without a specific detail likely just acts as island protection, or just chill unless battling, with battling being their main favorite thing]

Non-Battlers:

Urtle - Torterra ♂️ [Retired, battle injury] | Flower - Quilava ♀️[Apprentice egg-warmer] | Mr. Kabby - Kabutops ♂️ [Semi-Retired but keeps charge of watching to make sure the ocean around the island is safe] | Morgan - Espeon ♀️[Emotional Support] | Simon - Umbreon ♀️[Emotional Support] | Lucky - Rattata ♂️ 🌟 [Likes to help plant in the greenhouse, three legs and stunted tail, runt] | Char - Charizard ♂️ [Semi-retired after Pokenip Saga crystals ate his wing 3:] | ??? - Porygon-Z that took over her phone temporarily

Previous Pokemon:

Monarch - Vespiquen ♀️ [Returned to wild amicably] | Bess - Rhyperior ♀️[Lives off-island in wild] | Rattata Babies [raised and adopted out]

#pokemon #pokemon art #Pokemon oc #Pokemon trainer #shilo #world building #in character

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askmyname · 1 year ago

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Yall didnt ask but you brought up my two favorite obsessions and tagged me and I can't just NOT take the chance to point out all the comparisons,,,,, again

(also ilyguys ToT)

Pitch and Megamind both:

Make a spectacle of villainhood

Smart enough/powerful enough to genuinely Fuck You Over

Yet their masterplans involve "take over the city to get back at my classmates and then ?????" And "take over the world to get back at my peers and then ?????"

Have spider bots (like legit, how do they BOTH)

Have a bunch of minions they created and named

Do victory dances

Gives happy speech apon victory to a crowd of aquired subjects

Do silly poses when dodging

Socially awkward as fuck when not speaking Villain

Fight against the good guys and lose over and over again yet stILL KEEPS GOING

Are from space and are aliens

Their space world is now gone :( (tbf one of them destroyed his but like ehhh)

V clever and also v stupid

10/10 characters would die for them probably

Jack and Roxanne both

Don't give two shits when trapped in villain lair

Find Obvious Villain Lair and walk right in without back up

Do not actually seem to fear the villain

Make the villain blue screen and question his life choices (Antartica scene when Jack interrupts, interview scene after first win when Roxanne is like "what now")

Dont seem to have a problem with the villain, only has a problem with the villains actions

Dont give a shit about the villain's actions until the villain goes Too Far™

Generally sassy and fatastic Fuck You energy even in the face of certain loss

Accidentally end up being the reason the (actual) villain loses through unintentional earlier actions (Roxanne breaking up with MM and invisible car stuff, Jack having a special bond with Jamie)

Are amazing 10/10

So like. I'm just salty only one pair canonically got together. Like come on. It's rIGHT THERE. THEY EVEN WROTE IT IN A DIFFERENT MOVIE. WHY. anyway.

Besides rotg, are there any other dreamworks movie you enjoyed watching, even if you didn’t get involved in their fandom after? Were there any dreamworks movies you didn’t enjoy watching?

Hi anon!

MEGAMIND! Megamind is top tier for me. 🤣 Trope subversion galore AND it’s well written and hilarious. Never felt the need to get into the fandom because I was so happy with it as is. (Now imagine how excited I was @askmyname wrote a blackice Megamind AU. Spoilers, it’s incredible.)

The first How to Train Your Dragon is great. Adorable story. How could you not love Toothless?? But I stopped watching after how disappointed I was with the second one with the whole, ‘look here’s your parents back! Oh just kidding—here’s more tragedy! :D’. My threshold for pointless angst and trauma is very low. 🙃 Also got very hetero&amatonormative with the whole 'look a girl dragon!' and our interest is not piqued by Boy Meets Girl tropes, so seeing the next one never made it to the priority list.

Shrek was fun, Road to El Dorado is fun. Never got very far into the Madagascar or Kung Fu Panda franchises. 😂

So I looked up the list of Dreamworks credits to make sure we weren't missing anything and GALAXY QUEST IS TECHNICALLY A DREAMWORKS FILM? Galaxy Quest is an all time fav. Not only do I quote it all the time, but I love it so much I've embroidered that patch on my clothes. I know you probably meant the animated films, but GALAXY QUEST.

Prince of Egypt is also in the list, and altho I haven't made a point of rewatching it, I remember loving it.

And I appreciate Bee Movie for the memes 🤣

Thank you, Anon! We love getting to gush~

P.S., Dreamworks was also involved in The Ring and we love The Ring (And Ringu) in this house.

#rotg #megamind #hi Im obsessed #I dont touch tumblr #but damn it I had the chance #and I must take every oppertunity to verbally vomit about these two movies #i dont make the rules #blackice

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faire-rosalind · 4 years ago

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This is pretty much the time when I started taking screenshots of the manga (not that there weren't many worthy moments before but I was in such a rush to get to the material I haven't watched in the anime😂). I just moved all of them into special album, turns out I have 420.... I'm obsessed I admit it hahaha. But let's talk about these few chapters that involve Canute's character development. I'm biased, I know, but they were some of my favourites. Also the fight between Thorfinn and Thorkell was such a nice parallel taking place during this time. I actually remember that I was so neutral about Thorfinn back than that I thought along the lines: ehhh, Thorkell is going to die and that will make me more sad than if Thorfinn did. To my surprise Thorkell survived (woohoo! So happy, I really am not into him loving war and all of that but you can't deny he's such a charismatic character) and little did I know back then that Thorfinn would go to become my second favourite character. Oh how the turn tables. But speech about love and Canute's new outlook on life! I think this is truly a philosophy that one has to deeply think about to understand, but then again is it a true philosophy if you don't have to think hard to fully understand it? When a priest first said that love that people feel was not love but discrimination my face went like huh🤨 at the moment. But more I thought about it the more I understood what he meant. People really can never truly achieve the love god possesses, since god created everyting and therefore he loves everything without any exceptions. Humans do not love like that, they find people, make connections, friends, have children and love them and are ready to risk lives of hundreds just so they can protect the ones they love. Some may try to love everyone equally, but that godly ideal of love can never be truly reached. I saw some divided opinions about Canute's character development, some love it, some say it doesn't make sense. To me it did. I think he had these three father figures in his life who he felt protected him. His biological father lost that place or probably never had it in his eyes. Than he lost Ragnar, he's true father who did give him everything that one dad could give his son. Lastly he realized that god, father in heaven, didn't give up on him or people, but refused them heaven on earth and even if there is heaven somewhere in the afterlife these vikings would never go there. So to achieve true love he must also obtain heaven even for those who don't deserve it and only way to do that is to create one on earth. That's the reason why I think Yukimura makes this parallel between him and Thors. Not because they both are completely similar people but because they are both warriors. And true warriors do not need swords but I would also argue that true warriors need a worthy cause that is not selfish. Those who fight for something greater even if that "greater" is hardly achievable. Thorfinn definitely joins these two later in the story, I love that time when he meets again with Thorkell and he tells him he has more of that look Thors had. Anyways I really liked this part of prologue, I unfortunately think I can never truly put into words how it made me feel and stuff it made me realise but maybe some things are not meant to be explained but experienced. Thanks to anyone who is crazy enough to read❤️

@chengsandagan111 tagging you because you asked, would love to hear your opinion!

#vinland saga manga #vinland saga canute #vinland saga #vinland saga thorfinn #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #prince canute #canute the great #thorkell

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years ago

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 76: Interlocking Horns

Chapters: 76/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Culture Clash Imminent, Protective Dad

Summary: You and your father discuss your living situation, and you mull over your thoughts on Buridag.

Loki was agitated when he lay beside you that night. You'd spent most of the evening showing Tara and your father around to all the places you spent your time. The library, the training grounds, the courtyards, the banquet halls, the common rooms, and even the throne room, which was empty at the time. Over dinner, you told sanitized versions of your adventures; the battle with the Huldra and the Frost Giant, The magical illusion lessons, and the magic you were also capable of, how you had exploded a plate, and met the legendary Sleipnir, whom Tara demanded to see as soon as possible. You showed them your knife, and told them about your armor, and your glorious helmet.

Your father was not terribly impressed by the food. “Not enough seasonings.” he declared, and you told him about the time you'd pranked Loki by putting chili pepper in his meal. He got a good laugh out of your description of the composed prince turning purple, and trying to pretend to all onlookers that everything was just fine.

“Hope he didn't get mad at you.” Tara said.

“Nah. The thing about Loki is that he actually appreciates it when you get the best of him. He likes getting legitimately got. I get the feeling he had to deal with a lot of sycophants growing up, while at the same time being overshadowed in everything he did. Loki can sense lies, did you know that? He can just tell when you're lying. Imagine growing up surrounded by people who don't even like you, but will constantly lie to your face about it. And keep doing it even after they know you can tell they're lying. And they're still doing it! It's wild! Some of these aristocrats are stupidly bigoted, and they keep trying to fool Thor or Loki into making laws that exclude humans from things, but both of them have personal reasons not to do that, as well as political reasons. I mean, there's seven billion of us, we're not gonna be excluded from anything on this planet, and it's ludicrous to even try. But I guess they've been at this for so long, that they can't even think of doing things any differently.

That's part of where I come in. Loki says I represent an inevitability. That humans like us will come to be a part of Asgard, just like the Vanir and Alfar did before us. Some of these nobles want to put that off as long as possible, but I think Loki and Thor are right; better get that integration started early.”

“Then why is there only you?” your father pointed out, “Why not integrate more humans in a group? Why not those people in the weird lodges outside the city?”

“Couple reasons.” you said, “first off, I think they wanted to make sure humans and Asgardians could be culturally compatible. Like, that we could stand to live with one another.”

“Yeah, saw some of that cultural compatibility just a little while ago.” your father grumbled.

“We used to do stuff like that too, you know. And until recently, too. I think there's still some places that do dowries and such, just not us. But if you think about it, Asgardians live to be thousands of years old, and they used to visit Earth a lot. There was cultural exchange for sure. It's just that we change and evolve culturally at the speed of light compared to them. He really should have asked me about it though, I coulda told him it didn't work that way. He does love surprises, and he wants to preserve his culture, but we could have at least discussed it.”

“You discuss things with him? And he listens?”

“Sometimes. That's a part of my job too; advising, on human matters especially. That's why he should have asked, but I think he just really wanted to impress you.”

Your father rolled his eyes. You sighed. This was going to be difficult.

“Dad, this is so important. Doing this for me is unprecedented. I know it doesn't look like it, but we've been working hard, and dealing with some tough situations, but we've come through them all, and kept going. He's proud of me, I'm proud of me, and I am okay with my life here. I'm happy with it even. I miss you, and I know you miss me, but I like my work here.”

“You've almost died three times! In one year! Three times! Keeping you alive is the most basic possible thing, and he's almost failed three times!” he exclaimed.

“His only fault is not seeing the future, then!” You exclaimed back. “Who could predict that a crazy man would come all the way out here to try and assassinate literally anyone he saw? Who could expect that one of their own people would be so monumentally stupid as to hit me right in front of him? Why would anyone ever think that there were giants sleeping under our feet for a thousand years? How could anyone plan for any of that?”

“You're starting to talk like them, you know.” Tara pointed out. “You're picking up the accent. Your vocabulary's changed.”

“I've been studying a lot. I hadn't noticed the accent though. Is it very obvious?”

“Eh, it's no big deal. If you'd just moved here on your own, you'd probably sound kinda Icelandic anyway. I just think it's cute, you sounding like all these high-falutin', fancy alien folks.”

You wanted to thank her. For years and years, when you and your father had started arguing, she would brazenly interrupt with something completely off topic, and completely derail the dispute. Your father was as passionate an individual as you were, which was probably where you got it in the first place, but Tara had always known when to interject.

“The point is,” you said, much more calmly, “is that the world has gotten weird. And since I've been studying, I've been finding out that it was weird in the past too. We've just been coasting by on a short period of relative calm, but it's not going to last forever. In fact, it's over. There is an entire alien species living on Earth now. Nobody has to like them, but they are here. Loki can't demand forgiveness, and he's told me he's prepared to accept that there may be people who never accept him, no matter what he does. But he is doing things. He's doing good for his people; he knows how to do that. He's trying to do his best by me, and I'm helping him to know how to do that. I clearly need to communicate with him a bit more about that. He doesn't have to do any of this, but he chose to. From the beginning, he chose to do this. I mean, don't get me wrong, he sucked at it in the beginning; he had no idea what he was doing. He was kind of an overbearing creep, and when I got hurt the first time, I swear, he was inches away from locking me away in a closet somewhere so no one else could hurt me.”

Your father raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he totally freaked out. I had to convince him that there was no way he could protect me from everything, but he sure wanted to. I wasn't gonna let that happen though. Maybe I can't leave, but I haven't let this place become a prison either.”

“Baby girl, I'm proud of you, don't ever think I'm not, but a father really never cares for a man who takes his daughter away.” your father said, “I don't think he deserves your defense. But you seem happy, and that's what I'm supposed to care most about right? I'm not gonna be his friend, but I'm not gonna cause trouble while I'm here, for your sake, and also because I gotta represent humanity, right? I love you, and I'm not trying to ride your case, I just don't like that guy. I'm not as forgiving as you are. But I'm not gonna get into a public fight with him or anything.”

“Thanks. And hey, I'm not gonna demand that you be friends with all my friends, I just have a really big day looming over me, and I'm already stressed. But, like, if you have any questions, now is probably the best time.”

“Oh, I got a few!” Tara said. “What actually is wrong with you?”

“Uh, loaded question.”

“No, no. I mean, yeah, but no. I mean, you said these guys were taking care of your medical problems, but you never actually said what they were. Have they figured out what's going on?”

“Ehhh, kinda. It's not exactly a medical problem. It's this.” You held out your hand, showing the mark. “You know how we couldn't figure out what caused this? It's magical in nature.”

“You told me you got drunk and got a tattoo!” your father accused.

“What was I supposed to say? I didn't know what had happened at the time! I didn't even know it was Loki I had grabbed, I didn't find that out until later. Tara saw: I took his hand to get his attention, and this shape burned into my palm. It did the same to him, I found out. It made us both sick. But when we're close together, we heal. Even when I got hurt, being close heals me faster. This is also what woke up my magic. It was always there, but this was what made it accessible. The whole thing is just magic. The only thing we don't really know is why it happened.”

“Magic. It's so weird.” your father said. “It just doesn't make any sense. What is magic? How do you do it?”

“It's a kind of energy manipulation. Like electricity or solar power, but it's less generalized. Like, some things are actual spells that always work the same way, but I haven't learned much of that yet. Gotta get my specific magic under control first. I'm getting pretty good at it. I do it by...well, it feels a certain way. So I concentrate on feeling like that...”

A bowl of apples disappeared from the end of the table, and reappeared in your hands. Both Tara and your father leaned away in surprise as you set the bowl back on the table.

“I move things from one place to another. I don't know the upper limit on size or distance yet. Maybe someday I will move mountains.”

“Does that scare you?” your father asked. “All this magic stuff?”

“Sometimes. It's so strange to think that it's me doing this, and not some woman in a book, or a movie. That it's really real. Even after everything that's happened over the past few years, it's still hard to really understand that all this is real. That every single person you've seen here is hundreds of years older than you, and was born light years away, in space, on a whole other world. That they have millions of years of history that I'm learning about. Some of these people remember a time before the language we are speaking even existed.”

“That's freaky.” Tara said.

“Don't I know it. But somehow, they manage to live in the moment in a way I find kinda enviable. They're looking to the future, but they aren't worried about it like I used to be. It's so liberating not to have to worry about that. About rent, or healthcare, or who's gonna take care of me when I get old, or if I'm even gonna get old. All of that has been lifted off of me, and I'm free to study and learn, and be something unique, and I actually really like it.”

“I'm glad for you.” Tara said. “So who's your tailor?”

You giggled. “I'm super fashionable, for someone a thousand years ago, aren't I? This isn't actually Asgardian fashion, exactly. It's more of a fusion. Isn't it fancy?”

“It's freakin' gorgeous. Is it some kind of uniform?”

“It didn't start out that way, but it sorta became that. The seamstresses hadn't visited Earth in like, a thousand years, so all the illustrations and memories they had were from then or before. So at first they thought that must be how I was supposed to be dressed, and then it just became my signature. It's really comfy, and pretty, and most importantly, it's warm. I mean, I know the place is called Iceland, but I was still surprised at how cold it gets. If you want, I bet I could get you some.”

Tara went to bed happy, and your father went to bed grumpy, but quiet. Then you went to bed, and Loki slunk under the thick blankets with you, holding you uneasily.

He got like this occasionally, cradling you as if he feared you would disappear in the night. It wasn't any real surprise, when you thought about some of the things he'd been through, the abandonment, the loss. You knew he wasn't, and would never be perfect, but you were still prepared to defend him to all comers. You weren't going to vanish from his arms, but you'd probably have to prove it every night. You could do that. You were more than willing to; there hadn't been another man in your life that had made you feel so safe and comfortable when sleeping, and you wanted to keep that feeling.

Tomorrow was the first day of Buridag festivities. Loki said it would start out with a parade that would lead to the site of the new courthouse. There would be traditional poetry and song, and everyone would perform the building task that had been assigned to them weeks ago. Then there would be the First Feast; a meal composed of worker's foods, prettied up for the nobles palettes. You'd seen the menu; it was grain salads and porridges, hearty soups and rustic breads with eggs, jams, young cheeses, winter vegetables, dried fruit, and herbs and spices in approximation with traditional Asgardian flavors. It was a reminder that, in Buri's day, Asgard's prosperity had not been assured, and many of the working class had to make do with rougher fare. Supposedly, the First Feast was meant to rebuke those who took workers for granted, and remind everyone whose hands had built their world.

Personally you thought that was a little patronizing, but you also didn't come from a monarchical culture. Perhaps this was something like an Asgardian Saturnalia, a festival of transformation. A celebration of something being built from nothing, Asgard being built by Asgardian hands.

And yours. Loki and Thor would be laying the foundations and blessing them with some of their more ephemeral power, the thing that awoke the primordial fear in you, made you instinctively cower and search for a tree to hide in when Loki became truly angry. The power that was beyond magic, that reached into the divine.

You, however, had been assigned a brick. It was a decorative brick, that would line a window, and it lay in a stack of other window-bricks at the site. Just one piece of a huge community project. You rather liked that. You knew for sure that the aristocracy did not engage with the common Asgardian nearly often enough before the tragedy of Ragnarok, but now both Loki and Thor went out among their people often, nobles and commoners mingled every day, and the community was becoming less and less divided. There were people who resisted that, of course. People who wanted to claw back every ounce of their perceived power, who tried to pass deliberately discriminatory legislation, people who simply hadn't yet come to accept that their lives had changed.

You were change. Loki was very approving about it. You represented the New, the Necessary Change, the Social Upheaval that led to a Bright Future. You couldn't help but wonder if that was too big for you to carry all by yourself. On the one hand, you weren't exactly alone; Loki was beside you all the way, Andsvarr, Saldis and the Valkyries supported you, even down to the twins. Saga, and even the strange Lofn approved of you.

On the other hand, your father was right; you were still the only human who actually lived here. The first and only human with Asgardian citizenship. A trial run, essentially alone, to see if you, as a stand-in for all humankind, could make it. It was heavy.

But you were doing it. In a little less than a year, you had learned a great deal of Asgardian history and law, had helped actual royalty with things like resource management and policy reform, learned knifework, learned actual magic! You had met several of Earth's greatest heroes, were going to be titled, were becoming a liaison between Asgard and the human settlements growing next door. You had learned some Asgardian, become a prince's lover, and even learned how to play a drum. You yourself were becoming something new. Embodying the Necessary Change.

And maybe that was what you had needed in the first place. For so long, it seemed like you had been trying to let go of an old self, let go of everything you'd gone through. Shed your old skin and emerge, clean and soft into the light of a new day. And so you were. You just hadn't realized that once you started, it would happen again and again, skin after skin, quivering and raw. But you felt new. Despite the pressure, you felt new.

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elderbwrry · 4 years ago

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Even if he doesn't say so

A little darkgingerpilot Witcher AU I discussed months ago with @cleversturmhond I have no concept of how time passes anymore

Summary: The Witcher meets a bard, the bard meets a mage, and they travel the continent. Kylo knows what he feels, but he can't seem to act. Hux acts without talking about things. And Poe... well, what does Poe feel?

Tags: Witcher AU, Inspired by The Witcher, Slow Burn, if you count 13k as slow burn i guess, within the story its slow burn, fantasy medieval setting, Self-Indulgent, Mage Hux, witcher kylo, Bard Poe, scenic, They're oblivious, sex references, Yearning, i guess, im slapping a mature on it for sex references and some minor violence but honestly ehhh idk, darkgingerpilot

Chapter 1/2/3/?, wordcount 5012

also on Ao3

Whenever someone asked Kylo, he always said he preferred to keep to himself and the company of Silence, his horse and his best companion for the very fact of her name; she didn't talk, she didn't disturb the meditative quiet of his lonely rides, and, most importantly, he wasn't unsure how to curry her favour. An apple would do it. His current companions, on the other hand...

For some gods-forsaken reason, Poe and Hux were quarrelling about a composer who had been dead for over a century. When the three of them had first started travelling together years ago, and in the short time since they'd reunited, such discussion had been endearing; both of them were opinionated about certain things, and their conversations often turned into little debates over whatever topic arose while they were travelling. This was one of those occasions, Kylo enjoying listening to their thoughts and voices filling up the worn country roads. A throwaway comment had become interesting; Kylo didn't actually know much about this particular composer, whereas Hux and Poe both did, and, though Kylo didn't often contribute to these discussions in any great detail since the other two were both so much better with words, he did like to learn something new occasionally. But now, several hours into their journey and still on the same subject, it was just getting fucking annoying.

“I literally studied her work. You can't just turn around and say she wasn't revolutionary,” Poe objected, trotting along between Silence and Hux's own horse on the wide bridleway, looking up at Hux indignantly.

Poe's lowered position made it seem slightly laughable when Hux looked down at him and countered, “Since I actually met the woman, I think you'll find I can,” before prompting his horse to walk on ahead of them.

Poe picked up his pace a little and continued the argument, making some musical point Kylo didn't understand either. He tried to tune them out a bit as he let Silence drop back a short distance behind the them.

Considering how much time the three of them spent around each other in recent years, Kylo supposed he should be glad disagreements as lengthy as these were relatively few. And, certainly, they were fewer even than when it had only been Kylo and Poe on the path together.

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Kylo had met Poe many years ago – at least a decade, if he thought about it – when he'd been compelled by his work to go through the city he'd been born in. Not only was the place particularly unfriendly to Witchers, but also had relations of his – distant now, yet he wanted to avoid them nonetheless – in positions of authority. Kylo had used a fake name, a low hood to hide his eyes, his scar, and stuck to the dingiest taverns, but a curly-haired, high-born young man had recognised him anyway, sitting himself down confidently at Kylo's corner table, offering his name, and saying, “I know you. You're that famous Witcher.”

Kylo had eyed his unwelcome acquaintance – Poewas what he introduced himself as – guessing that he couldn't yet be twenty summers old. Of course, Kylo was no good with ages – his own longevity had corroded his sense for them until everyone seemed either old or young in confusing measures – but Poe's next request had practically confirmed his suspicion.

“Would you let me come with you?” Poe had asked the second the bar-wench had placed down Kylo's ale.

“Come with me where?” Kylo grunted. He wasn't in the mood to bodyguard some noble, out for the first time in a world without castle walls.

“Well, where are you going?” Poe's eyes had glinted as he offered Kylo a charming smile.

Kylo had appraised him again, taking in his youth, his rich clothes, his courage, and summarily said, “No.”

Poe's smile didn't drop, even though Kylo could see his only half-amused chuckle for the frustration it was. “Come on, I just wanna see a bit of the world. Get away from my guardian's expectations.”

“The Queen?” Kylo had asked, an imprudently displayed gold ring on the youth's finger catching the light.

Poe had shrugged a yes.

It only made Kylo refuse all the more. The Queen was one of the people Kylo was known to by unfortunate fact of his heritage, someone he never wanted to anger, in case of her having some cause to meet with him personally. Poe, while not her blood family, would surely be missed, as her ward, were he to make off with a Witcher, especially with the one so primarily known for the massacre at Crait.

Poe's gaze went steely at Kylo's final dismissal, and he'd left the tavern quickly after that. It couldn't have been two years later when Kylo encountered the young man again, fine doublet swapped for something a little more incognito in orange and brown tones, a lute slung over his back and all the more determination to see everything.

Kylo hadn't refused him a second time, and he wouldn't have been able to, since Poe no longer had any qualms about following him uninvited. Thus, he had a new travelling companion.

Just as he suspected, Poe was a liability in some aspects of the job where monsters were concerned, but Poe had also dragged him, limping, back to camp before, bandaged his wounds, fetched his potions. His life had undeniably turned for the better with the bard around; Poe was a talented musician, it turned out, and the extra income and incentive to stay at inns meant Kylo was now more acquainted with feather pillows than he'd ever hoped to be. The positive company had made Kylo better as well, at talking to people, at putting up with them, at giving life nuance. His path was lighter with Poe on it.

They became comfortable around each other. They began to argue, about the silly things people who know each other well and cared for each other deeply argue about, about which direction to head in, which inn to stop at, about the jacket Kylo had left to get trampled by the last monster he'd fought. Barely a day went by without some kind of silly quibble to that effect, but it never truly changed the form of their relationship.

Then, they'd met Hux.

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Kylo had been around long enough that he'd thought he'd heard of most of the other powerful, non-mortal beings on the continent, so randomly running into an evidently strong mage like Hux, who he'd never heard of, was a bit surprising. Kylo had been employed to go and rid a keep up on the hill of whatever it was that was plaguing it. He was expecting to take a while to figure it out, but when he arrived, the malevolent spirits were revealed easily by the mage already locked in battle with them.

The fight the man was putting up was impressive, given the sheer number of foes. He was spewing fire everywhere, manipulating the elements to his will, his bright hair and swan-white robe whipped around by the wind he was creating, but eventually Kylo could see he was losing, and so joined him in the fight. It was fortuitous that they were both there, as Kylo certainly couldn't have defeated them all on his own either. When the last spirit was destroyed, however, Hux had spun round, announced that he had decidedly notrequired the help of some filthy Witcher, and flounced off. He'd gotten about ten paces when he collapsed from the sheer exertion of having used his magic in such a manner.

So Kylo had carried the mage back to camp and laid him down on his bedroll to recuperate.

Poe was travelling with Kylo at that time, and, though he was surprised to see Hux, he seemed very glad to see Kylo back from the fight, juiced up on potions but otherwise unharmed. His smile had made Kylo's heart do something he didn't really understand, the same thing it did when Poe met his gaze during a performance at whatever tavern they were staying at, the same when Kylo said something complimentary to him. Indeed, it was becoming more and more of a common feeling, and Kylo was finding that he rather liked it.

When Kylo suggested he should probably go find a rabbit or something for dinner, Poe seemed happy enough to watch over the mage until he returned, and Kylo had picked his way into the forest they were camping on the edge of with his head full of thoughts of Poe. His distraction had meant he took longer than usual to catch something, and when he got back, it was to find Poe backed against a tree, Hux threatening him using a dagger Kylo hadn't realised he'd had on him.

“Kylo!” Poe had shouted when he saw him – and again, the weird thing Kylo's heart did around Poe – equal parts relieved and pissed off.

Hux relaxed only slightly at knowing whose camp it was he had been brought to, and, once Kylo had convinced him to lower the weapon, he protested strongly that he didn't want anyone's help or charity, and that he was offended to have been carried around like some damsel. Poe told him he was very welcome to fuck off, but it soon became clear that Hux wasn't in any shape to be going off on his own, so he stayed with them that night.

Kylo was settling in to sleep on the opposite side of the fire to Hux when Poe dumped his bedroll down next to him, closer than usual – cue the weird heart thing again – and lay down. All Kylo had managed to ask was, “What are you doing?”

Huffing, Poe leaned up to peer over Kylo's arm at where Hux was lying, turned away from them on the far side of their little camp. “He tried to kill me today. I don't wanna wake up with my throat cut for some magey shit.”

Kylo considered pointing out that Poe wouldn't wake up at all if his throat had been slit, but he was more struck by the implication that Poe was trusting him to protect him. Usually, people were more likely to fear that Kylo would be the one killing them after whatever monster he'd been hired to dispatch, but Poe was different, and always had been, really. He insisted that Kylo had good in him, that he wasn't all the darkness that Witchers were supposed to be. He wasn't entirely right, of course, but it was nice to have someone hope in him.

So instead of making the bard move away, all Kylo had said was, “You'll get cold, so far from the fire,” and offered Poe an extra side of his own blanket.

One night of Hux staying with them turned into two, into three, into a week's travel to the neighbouring city. In fact, Kylo was almost sad to see the severe mage leave, as it meant he and Poe went back to their usual sleeping arrangements, instead of curling up together with Kylo as his shield.

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Months later, to Kylo's surprise, Hux sought him out. He was after a gem of something something and he needed hired muscle that he could trust would actually get the job done. Hux had found them by the coast, and the first thing he said as he took Poe in was, “You're still travelling with him, are you?” Kylo wasn't sure whether the question was meant for him or Poe, but they'd both answered definitively.

The month and a half of travel it took to reach the mountain cave system in which the gem was kept saw Poe and Hux grow accustomed to each other, if not strictly friendly. Poe didn't resume his habit of sleeping next to Kylo, Hux didn't try to kill Poe again, and eventually they stopped speaking to each other in jibes and barbs.

Hux and Kylo also ended up bonding; they would sit together in taverns while Poe was performing and talk, about things that they remembered from when they were young, things Poe had learned only from his history professors. It was nice to have someone who related, who had experienced similar things to him, who understood what it was to be not-quite human and tied to a duty they didn't quite want. Hux had been raised in magic, it turned out, and, as they talked, Kylo realised it wasn't so different to being raised into killing as he had been. The small, commiserating smiles Hux offered struck Kylo deeply, and one day he realised that Hux, bathed in the yellow, glowing tavern light, was beautiful.

When they reached the cave systems that were their destination, Poe had to stay in the local town while Hux and Kylo went in search of the gem, since the place was too unknown and dangerous to risk him coming. And it did turn out to be dangerous; Hux and Kylo each saved each others' life a few times, had several close calls, and, once all the stress and danger of the adventure had turned into the satisfaction of success, they translated that pent-up tension into a vigorous fuck on the way out.

“I don't know why you keep him around,” Hux commented as they trudged back to the town to meet Poe, gem firmly in his grasp. “He can't help you with your work like I could.”

Kylo supposed that was true. “He helps me be better,” Kylo replied, which was also true.

Hux made a derisive sound. “Does he, now.”

Kylo shook his head at Hux's tone. “Why don't you like him? You have plenty in common.”

“It's not that I don't like him,” Hux said, tossing his head to get a strand of hair which had slipped in front of his eyes out of the way. Considering Kylo was grimy and dishevelled from the fighting, Hux's deep crimson tunic still looked remarkably put together, and it gave him a haughty air as he said, “I know his type. I've served them in courts all over the continent for centuries. They think they're entitled to everything without working for it and without thanking the people who actually make it possible. He's just another ungrateful, mortal noble.”

Kylo thought about what he said for a good minute. “You're wrong,” he said.

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Back at the inn, Poe had the entire town in the palm of his hand thanks to his songs. He looked charming as ever, flashing smiles to all the ladies who were fawning over him, but Kylo was happy to see that, when Poe spotted them enter, his smile softened and a new light entered his eyes. This time, the flip in Kylo's heart felt more natural than ever.

When Kylo emerged from the bathhouse, Poe was already waiting in his room for a full account of the adventure so he could turn it into his latest ballad. Kylo related what happened as he usually did, keeping to the bare facts and trusting Poe to make them into pretty wordplay later, until he got to the end, at which point he decided that Poe didn't strictly need to know that Hux had pushed him up against the wall of the cave and kissed him with a ferocity he wasn't likely to forget any time soon.

But Poe noticed the brief hesitation and looked up from his little book where he'd been scribbling notes. “What?” he asked.

Kylo shrugged. “Nothing. We left to come back here,” he said, pulling the shirt he was wearing off and reaching for a different one.

“Did something bite you?”

Kylo could hear the frown in Poe's voice, and he turned back to see Poe's eyes locked on a slightly bruised, reddish ring low on his neck. A vague recollection surfaced in Kylo's mind of Hux tugging down his collar, once his outer layer of armour was off, and digging his teeth hard into the flesh over that spot. He hummed, reaching up to rub at it and thus hide it from Poe's sight. “Must have.”

Poe stood up and approached, batting Kylo's hand out of the way, which he couldn't find the motivation to resist. When Poe ran his thumb over the bruise, he was so warm Kylo pushed into the touch. If Poe noticed, he didn't comment, his brow was deeply furrowed. “What kind of monster even has teeth like that?”

A knock came on the door. “Kylo,” Hux called from outside, “we need to talk about payment.”

“I'm...” Kylo hesitated, feeling strangely and suddenly like he'd betrayed Poe. “I'm coming.”

Kylo wasn't sure what about him looked guilty, but Poe seemed to realise at that moment where the mark came from. “Oh,” he said, stepping away and back to his book.

Not long after that, Poe announced his intention to head back to his home kingdom. Kylo's mouth went dry. It was Hux who had to ask the platitudes – did he have some business to attend to? How long did he think he would stay? - which Poe replied to blandly, something about responsibility to his mentors. Kylo wanted to ask him to stop, to stay, but all he managed to get out was, “I'll miss you.”

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Time passed.

Poe left for home, taking his light and song with him.

Kylo spent one winter with Hux, back in the keep where they'd first met, which Hux had appropriated for himself, but it was all wrong; there was a grounding influence missing, without which the two of them spent more time treating each other angrily than well. The sex was amazing, but eventually, it felt hollow. The day it became clear that the harshest weather had blown over, Kylo was back on Silence, looking for the next contract out on a monster, something he could hack into pieces without thinking.

The seasons changed, fled and returned until it had been another year. Kylo was firmly back in the blank swing of contract, monster, payment, move along, but the campfire felt lonely after dark, when he had nothing to occupy his mind. He started talking to Silence; she never replied.

Sometimes, Kylo found himself wondering how long it would be until he ran into Hux again, and if he would even want to see him. Maybe he could make the way they left things up to him. They'd had something, after all, and, though it hadn't been perfect, he missed that feeling of love and understanding and protection which Hux provided. Kylo didn't hold out much hope of seeing Poe; he never went near his home city, and why would Poe venture out again? He'd seen his share of the world. He was back in his real life, now.

But eventually, those nights of wondering wore Kylo down, and, quite without intending to, he found himself directing Silence down the path to the kingdoms neighbouring Poe's.

There, Kylo found himself invited to the royal tourney of Queen Phasma, as a guest of honour. She was a renowned warrior, and Kylo reasoned that it would be rude to decline the request of such an esteemed ruler. He reasoned that perhaps she would even have some work for him. He reasoned a lot of things, in his attempt to deny to himself that the real reason was hope that a tourney would be more than enough cause for a neighbouring noble to be in the area, or even just a bard...

The festivities were festivities. It was strange, to watch others fight instead of having to do it himself, and for performance rather than necessity. Though sometimes the rush of people grated on him, Phasma was a gracious host and Kylo enjoyed the good food well enough, always keeping an eye out for some shock of red hair, or those cheerful, dark curls he so hoped for.

His vigilance yielded one of those prizes.

A tall, beautiful, severe looking man entered the great hall one evening for the feast, walking directly up to the main table at which Phasma and Kylo were seated, and didn't even falter when he recognised Kylo's distinctive scar, yellow eyes, dark garb.

“Hux!” Phasma exclaimed standing and marching around the table to pull the man into a hug, which he returned with surprising readiness, “My dear friend, it has been too long!”

Hux gave a half-bow. “I'm sorry I'm late, I was caught up with business.”

“Ah, yes, business,” Phasma said knowingly, “and where is Lord Dameron?”

Hux's eyes flitted over to Kylo's for the briefest of seconds. “Altogether too caught up with his teaching to bother with a tournament, I'm afraid.”

“Well you must tell him I want him at the next one.” With that, she made to retake her seat again, gesturing at Kylo. “Kylo, this is Hux, currently an advisor to court in the neighbouring kingdom and the most talented mage in all the continent. Hux, Kylo, the Witcher.”

“Yes, we've met,” Hux understated, settling his gaze on Kylo fully, now, and extending his hand to Kylo over the table. Not sure what he was expected to do, Kylo gave Hux his hand, and Hux took it, raising it to his lips and kissing Kylo's knuckles.

Kylo wasn't entirely certain if he could blush any more, since the mutations which had turned him into a Witcher, but if he could, he was sure he was, what with so many people around to witness a display of affection which Kylo was unused to at the best of times. Along with that, relief, because it made him feel suddenly like all was forgiven without him having to wrangle the words around an apology.

“Hux, stop that and sit down!” Phasma reprimanded, “The players will begin soon.”

It was only as Hux sat down that Kylo realised the empty chair on his right had likely always been for Hux. No sooner had he settled than the players flooded the floor, dancing into their performance of an old, famous play, something about two supernatural kings vying for the affection of a mortal with all sorts of fanciful gifts.

“This version is better than the original,” Hux remarked a short while in, and Kylo hummed out an assent, though he had never seen it when it first was performed. He was probably too busy wading through drowner guts, or something similarly uncouth.

“So, you're in Poe's court, now?” Kylo asked instead. “Is he king?”

“No,” Hux remarked, picking up his goblet of wine and keeping his gaze on the players. “Nor does he want to be. The Queen has plenty of other worthy successors, and Poe would much rather go back to spending his days as a bard.” He tutted. “Even if he doesn't say so.”

“Why are you there?”

He sighed. “I wanted to see what you meant about him not being like the others, so I offered my services to the Queen.” Kylo hummed again, and this time, Hux turned to look at him. “You were quite right. He's different. I find myself rather taken with him.”

Kylo reached for his own wine now, his mouth suddenly dry. “Oh. Have you..?”

“No. Kylo...” Hux placed his cup down and leaned to the side so his shoulder was brushing Kylo's, even as Kylo was resolutely not looking at him. “He misses you. And I know you miss him.”

As if by design, the lutist started to play, and both their eyes went to the young woman performing in the corner. Kylo found himself thinking, perhaps uncharitably, that she wasn't as talented as Poe, her song wasn't as sweet.

Hux didn't fail to notice this. “I think we should travel together again,” he said.

“We?”

“You and I and Poe,” Hux said, as though it were obvious. “Like we did those few months travelling in from the coast. I've found myself thinking about them a lot.”

Kylo shrugged. “It was only a few months. Things have changed since then.”

“Which is why we should give it another try.” Kylo jolted in slight surprise when he felt Hux's cool hand lay over his own on the arm of the chair. He turned to find Hux looking directly into his eyes. “Stay here for a week after the tourney is over, and I'll have convinced him to come. Kylo.” A tacit command from Hux, as usual, instead of a request.

Kylo nodded.

[break]

So Kylo waited by the city gates, where Hux had sent a messenger bird that he should meet them. He was nervous, when he first spotted the black dot on the distant path that he was sure was them, shuffling from one foot to the other and gripping Silence's reins tight, like that would do anything. He was wondering how he should greet Poe; hello, certainly, and he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from smiling, but he found that he also wanted to give him a hug, press their lips together, feel that he was really thereagain, after the nearly two years they'd spent apart.

It turned out he needn't have worried, since Poe sprang forward and clasped him into a hug without prompting, talking immediately about where they would be going and how good it would be to be back on the road.

Hux had merely given him a look that said I told you so, and followed after the excitable bard.

That had been nearly two weeks ago.

It turned out that Hux was entirely right; things were different than before, and they were better. The things that had changed were these:

Hux had brought a horse with him, this time, and several other magical items, such as a tent which was far larger inside than it appeared. Poe hadn't bothered with a horse, since he hadn't needed one before, and had thus left the money with which to pay for its upkeep back at home, planning instead to sing for his money like he used to. Kylo rather liked this; it reminded him of old times, when he steadfastly refused to let Poe ride Silence, in case it tired her out too much. The tent, on the other hand, felt annoyingly like Hux was living in style while the two of them were stuck outside, since Hux had never invited them in and Kylo, for one, wasn't about to invite himself.

It seemed Hux and Poe had also developed a much closer friendship, in the time Hux had spent at court. It made Kylo feel a little like he had missed out, like he had time to catch up on, like there was something impenetrable he couldn't access. Kylo supposed it must be similar for Hux, since he and Poe had known each other for so long before he met them, and again for Poe, given that winter when it was only him and Hux, but times like these – Poe and Hux discussing something so academic that Kylo knew so little about – could be daunting as much as interesting.

Mostly, Kylo felt like he still had to make something up to Poe, and he wasn't sure how to do it. He should probably just have a conversation with him about it, but the words never came, and bringing it up when nobody was thinking about it would, he was sure, just sour the mood. And if he just left it, the tension would have to break eventually.

[break]

Ahead of him on the road, Hux and Poe's little argument seemed to have reached a peak point. Kylo had been too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to what they were saying, but now Poe had stopped walking, raising open arms in that way of his that was almost defeated, but actually said he still thought he was right. It was very cute, like he was a turtle with a lute for a shell, and Kylo couldn't help but think his annoyed expression was charming as well.

When Silence reached the spot where Poe was standing, watching Hux ride on with his usual haughty confidence, Kylo hummed. “Did he win?”

Poe huffed, moving again to keep up with Silence's ambling pace. “No, but he's acting like he did. He always thinks he's right.”

Kylo thought about it for a beat; Hux did indeed always think that he was right. It was one of the things that had caused friction in their attempt at a relationship that one winter. It wasn't that all three of them couldn't be stubborn, more that Kylo and Poe had much more ability to hold out against each other's pestering than either of them seemed to have against Hux. One narrowing twitch of those steely-grey eyes, and anyone with even half a sense of self-preservation would surrender. So Kylo could sympathise with Poe's little pout.

They came to the edge of the forest, the village where they planned to stop a short way before them across a few fields. Kylo drew Silence to a halt and put out a hand to Poe, who looked at it first with surprise and then joy. He quickly allowed Kylo to help him up, settling just behind the Witcher, his chest pressed to his back, their thighs brushing against each other with every movement. Kylo could feel it all, and he tried not to let his stomach flip too much when Poe's arms snaked around his sides, hands locking at his front. He cursed inwardly that today he'd chosen to forgo some layers in favour of his cooler shirt.

But then Poe was saying to him over his shoulder – though it felt more like murmuring in his ear - “Come on, I wanna see Hux's face.”

Kylo prodded Silence to walk on, closing the distance on Hux. As they passed, Kylo felt Poe remove one hand to wave at the mage. Looking around, it was in almost slow motion that Hux's expression went from one of mild astonishment to annoyance to jealousy.

“See you there, Hugs!” Poe said, and Kylo smiled to himself.

#darkgingerpilot #armitage hux #poe dameron #kylo ren #kylo/hux/poe #kylux #darkpilot #gingerpilot #my writing #fanfiction #witcher au #fantasy medieval au #even if he doesn't say so

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rushingheadlong · 4 years ago

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Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me - a poly!Queen smut fic

Summary: The boys plan an evening of dressing up and watching Rocky Horror Picture Show, but the effort that Brian puts into his outfit takes the others by surprise.

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Tags/Warnings: NSFW/18+, poly!Queen, slight modern AU, D/s (sub!Brian), crossdressing, light feminization, orgasm delay/denial, sex toys

Notes: First part toes the line of smut, second part is just filth. Please heed the tags/warnings and don’t read if this doesn’t seem like your cup of tea. This is also cross-posted to AO3 if you prefer to read it there!

Huge thanks to the DL server for helping me iron out some details, and especially to ehhh and Lee for volunteering as betas ♥

(In case it's not clear enough in the fic: John is dressed as Brad in the laboratory scene, Roger is dressed as Rocky, Freddie is in Magenta's maid outfit, and Brian is wearing a floor show outfit.)

“We were supposed to put some effort into the costumes, John.”

“I did put in effort,” John says mildly. “I bought the lab coat, didn’t I?”

Roger rolls his eyes. “Oh, wow, I’m sorry then, you clearly did so much work for this…”

“Well what about you? You can’t tell me that you didn’t already own these.” John reaches out and snaps the waistband on the obscenely tiny gold shorts that comprise the entirety of Roger’s Rocky costume, since he didn’t bother picking up any gold boots.

“You wanker, I did not already own these!” Roger protests, though he’s laughing as he says it. “Unlike you, who is definitely just wearing your own pants right now!”

“You say that as if you don’t love seeing me in just my pants.”

“Oh, I do,” Roger agrees. He takes a step forward and pushes his hands underneath the lab coat to settle them on the bare skin of John’s waist. “I just like it a little bit more when you’re not doing it because you chose to dress up as the most boring character in-”

John surges forward to crowd Roger against the counter, and captures his lips in a kiss to cut off the rest of his teasing. Roger responds eagerly, pressing against him hungrily and sliding his hands down to cup John’s arse and pull him in closer. John groans and can’t stop himself from rutting up against Roger, who whimpers and rolls his hips against John’s in response.

“And what are you two up to in here, hm? I thought you were supposed to be getting the drinks, not starting the fun without me!” Freddie says as he struts into the room.

Roger pulls away from John to glance over at Freddie. John, however, is less willing to stop what they were doing and instead starts kissing and nipping along Roger’s throat. “We- ah- we are getting drinks,” he says, tilting his head to give John better access.

“Mm, I can see that.” Freddie cups John’s chin and pulls his head around so he can kiss him, quick but fierce, with a small nip to his bottom lip as he pulls away. “And I can see that neither of you put any effort into your costumes like you were supposed to.”

“You’ve definitely done the most so far,” Roger agrees and he finally pushes John back so he can move away from the counter and get a better look at Freddie’s costume.

“That was the point here, wasn’t it? Some light crossdressing while we watch the movie and rile each other up.” He gives both John and Roger a once-over and adds, “Not that you two don’t look delicious, of course…”

“You’re dating us, and we’re half-naked. If you didn’t think we looked good we’d have a problem right now,” John jokes.

Freddie laughs and reaches to pull down a few glasses from the cupboard. His short dress rides up a little, revealing just a small glimpse of the suspenders that he’s wearing underneath, and he smirks as he hears Roger’s quiet, appreciative groan. It’s John, though, who reaches out to touch him and Freddie laughs as he ducks out of his grasp.

“Now, now, save that for later, darling,” he says, though he does press another kiss to the corner of John’s mouth as he grabs the wine that Roger had bought earlier. “Movie first, and then you can strip me out of this and ravish me.”

“At least it’ll be easy enough to get you out of that,” John says. “Though, I am surprised. I thought for sure you would have dressed as Frank-N-Furter.” Roger grabs two of the drinks after Freddie pours them, and John gets the other two, and Freddie follows them into the living room with the rest of the bottle of wine.

“I considered it, but I couldn’t be bothered to spend an evening laced into a corset,” Freddie admits as they settle onto the large sofa. The DVD is already queued up with the main menu on the screen, waiting for them to start the movie just as soon as Brian joins them.

“I’m a little disappointed that none of us opted for corsets though,” Roger says. He settles onto John’s lap, his legs spread out over Freddie, so there’s room for Brian at the far end of the couch. “I mean, I get it, they’re a pain, but I was hoping one of us would be brave enough to wear one.”

“Do you know what Brian’s wearing?” Freddie asks.

Roger shakes his head. “No, but it’s Brian. He’s probably dressed as Riff-Raff, knowing him.”

“Or Eddie,” John says. “Especially since he loves Meatloaf’s music anyway.”

“You’re probably right,” Freddie says with a sigh. “Still, even Riff Raff has his shirt undone so he’ll be showing some skin…”

“No more than he ever shows when we’re performing-”

Roger cuts off the rest of his sentence as the bathroom door opens down the hall. The three of them all turn towards the doorway as Brian approaches - and then their mouths drop open in shock when they see what he’s wearing.

“Brian-” Freddie chokes out, his eyes as wide as saucers as he takes in Brian’s outfit.

Unlike the rest of them, Brian has gone all-out with his costume. He clearly took his inspiration from the floor show scene and is wearing a black front-lacing corset, the tiniest black panties in existence, and delicate fishnet stockings held up with suspenders. He even has matching elbow-length gloves, and black heels on his feet. The bright boa draped around his shoulders completes the look, and he buries his face in the feathers in embarrassment as the others just stare at him.

“Oh, god, I know, I look ridiculous, I knew I should’ve just dressed as Riff Raff…” he mumbles.

“Absolutely not!” Freddie snaps. “Darling, you look- you’re-”

“You’re fucking hot,” Roger finishes for him. He surges to his feet and crosses the room towards Brian.

With the heels on Brian completely towers over him, but Roger still manages to reach up to pull the boa away from Brian’s shoulders and face. Brian catches it in the crook of his elbows and lets it settle against his lower back.

“You even put on makeup,” John groans in appreciation, now that Brian’s face is properly visible.

“I thought that was the point of this…”

“It is. The rest of us are just lazy slackers,” Roger says. He tries to grab onto the laces of the corset to use that to pull Brian down to kiss him, but he can’t quite fit his fingers underneath them. “Fuck, Brian, how tightly did you lace this up?”

“Tight enough,” Brian says with a laugh that’s breathy enough to let them know that he’s not joking about that.

Roger grabs onto Brian’s hips instead, and the moment that he feels the corset his eyes widen even more. He runs his hands along it and says, “Brian, there’s real boning in here!”

“Well, I thought I’d do this properly,” Brian says as he loosely drapes his arms over Roger’s shoulders.

“Yeah? You just wanted a proper costume, is that it?” John says in a low voice. Freddie has shifted next to him on the couch, now pressed close against his side, and one of John’s hands is teasing along the side of Freddie’s thigh as they both stare at Brian with hungry eyes.

Brian nods, biting his bottom lip and squirming a little underneath Roger’s hands.

“Because I think you really just wanted an excuse to be a bit of a naughty girl for us,” John continues, and Brian whimpers at his words. “I think you wanted to put on those stockings and lace yourself up in that corset so tightly you could barely breathe and tease us until we gave you exactly what you’re aching for. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” Brian breathes. His eyes are dark with arousal and his tiny panties do very little to hide his rapidly hardening cock. John raises an eyebrow at him and Brian swallows harshly and corrects himself. “Yes sir.”

“Freddie, what were you saying about having to wait until the movie was over before we could have any fun?” Roger says, glancing back over his shoulder. “‘cause I’ll be honest, I can’t wait that long, not with our baby girl looking like this.”

“Sirs, I- I don’t-” Brian stammers, looking away from them as he struggles to voice his thoughts.

“Yes, Brian? What don’t you want?” Freddie asks. He’s draped himself over John and has been mouthing at the column of his neck, but he pulls away now to look properly at Brian. “Come on, darling, use your words.”

There’s a flush high on Brian’s face and he whines low in his throat, but just manages to force out, “I don’t want to come yet. Sirs.”

“Who said anything about you coming?” John says without hesitation and Brian moans outright at that. “Roger, bring him over here. I want you on your knees, Brian.”

Roger, still with his hands on Brian’s waist, walks backwards to lead him over to the couch, stopping a few feet away and gently coaxing Brian down. It takes Brian a moment to drop to his knees without tripping over the heels, and once he’s in place it’s clear how much the corset is holding him in place. His back is ramrod straight, and his breathing is harsh and loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“God, aren’t you a sight…” Freddie purrs as he stands up. Brian looks up at him through his lashes, but Freddie tangles a hand in his hair and gently tugs Brian’s head back so he’s forced to meet his gaze. “Our beautiful girl, just waiting to be used…”

Freddie smirks and looks back at John and Roger. “So, who wants to go first?”

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Brian puts up no resistance as Roger pulls him up from his knees and drapes him over the arm of the couch. His arms are already bound loosely behind his back with the boa he had been wearing, but Roger now pulls it away and says, “I’m going to get some cuffs for your wrists instead. And…” He slides one hand down and palms Brian’s arse. “...a plug, I think.”

“Get the larger one,” John tells him. “Brian can take it.”

Brian moans brokenly and the other three chuckle at his desperation.

“Should probably get a cock ring too, if he’s already this worked up,” Freddie adds. He tangles one hand in Brian’s curls and pulls his head up. “Don’t you agree, Brimi?”

“What’s the run time for the movie?” Roger asks John over their head, as Brian whines and squirms in Freddie’s grasp.

“Just over an hour and a half,” John tells him. Too long for them to put the cock ring on Brian right from the start, then. “But grab one of the adjustable rings anyway, so we don’t have to get up later if we need it.” Roger nods, and hurries off to their bedroom.

Freddie, meanwhile, is still focused on Brian. “Mm, someone got a little messy during those blowjobs,” he teases. “Look at you, darling, your lipstick is all smeared. And…” Freddie drags his finger through a stray bit of come at the corner of Brian’s mouth and licks it clean, smirking as both Brian and John groan. “Seems like we might have been a bit too much for our girl to handle.”

Brian makes a small noise of protest and shakes his head. “No, sir. Never.”

“Aw, it’s alright, love. You still did so well for us.” Freddie kisses him and when he pulls back it’s easy to see how Brian’s eyes have started to glaze over as he falls deeper into his role in the scene. Freddie lets go of Brian’s hair and Brian lets his head hang forward again, though with the corset on he can’t really properly relax against the arm of the couch.

“Brian,” John says, and it’s only once Brian manages to lift his head again and looks at him that he asks, “What’s your safeword, baby?” They went over this once already, before they had used his mouth, but it never hurts to double-check and make sure that Brian can still remember them.

Brian licks his lips and after a moment he says, “Red to stop. Green to continue. Yellow to slow down.”

John leans past Freddie to give Brian a quick kiss. “Good girl. You aren’t going to come until the movie is over so use your safewords if it becomes too much, alright?”

Brian nods. “I will, sir.”

“Good,” John tells him again, as Roger returns to the living room.

“So, John, it’s a good thing you told me to get the larger plug,” he says casually as he sets everything he brought carefully along the back on the couch. “Because as it turns out, I couldn’t find the smaller one at all.” He grabs Brian’s arse and gives it a squeeze and asks, “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Brian?”

“Oh, fuck,” Freddie groans when he realizes what Roger is hinting at.

Roger already has Brian’s panties pulled down past the curve of his arse, just far enough that he can pull out the plug that Brian slipped in when he was getting ready earlier. Just because it’s their smaller one doesn’t make it small, and Roger is able to sink two slick fingers inside him with ease.

“Yeah, someone was a little naughty earlier, weren’t you?” Roger scissors his fingers and fucks Brian a little bit more to get him ready for the larger toy, and Broan moans and clenches down around him.

“Roger, hurry up, give our girl what she needs,” John says.

Brian goes a little tense at John’s words and he squirms underneath Roger’s touch, though from slight discomfort this time, not arousal. Freddie notices and he watches him with a careful eye as Roger pulls out his fingers and slicks up the new plug, and says, “What, you think I’m going to accidentally make her come too soon?”

Brian makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, a sharp change from his wanton moaning just a moment before, and his face twists up in an unpleasant expression. John and Roger, from their positions, can’t see that - but Freddie can, and he’s quick to say, “Rog, wait.”

Roger freezes immediately and Freddie gently lifts Brian’s chin to study him carefully. “Brian, what’s your color?”

Brian whines and tries to hide his face, and John and Roger share a silent look of alarm. They know that Brian only gets like this - uncomfortable, and embarrassed to admit it - when they’ve crossed a line and Brian is just far enough in subspace that he thinks he can power through it instead of speaking up. That’s why it helps to have three people to handle him, so at least one of them can catch when he gets in this headspace and nip it in the bud.

Freddie won’t let Brian turn away, though, and after a moment he admits, “Yellow. I- I don’t want to be called “she” anymore tonight, I think.”

“Okay. Is “girl” still alright or do you want us to stop that too?” John asks. They had been calling him both “girl” and “she” while they fucked his face earlier, but that’s how these scenes go sometimes; what works in one moment doesn’t always work later on, and that’s why checking in like this is always so important.

Brian shakes his head. “No, that’s fine. Just not the other.”

The others quickly voice their understanding and Roger presses a kiss to the back of Brian’s neck. “Sorry, Brian,” he apologizes.

“‘s alright,” Brian says. If anything, this momentary detour in this scene only helps Brian sink under a little bit more, safe with the knowledge that his doms will be there for him even if Brian loses sight of his own needs. “Now, can we just…?” He wiggles his arse and Roger laughs.

“Yeah. Yeah, I got you,” Roger says. He runs one hand soothingly up Brian’s back, and then slowly starts to work the new plug in. Brian whimpers at the feeling of it stretching him, and he gasps as it’s finally seated fully inside him. Roger pulls his panties back up and spanks him once and Brian moans at the unexpected sting of pain.

“There,” Roger says as he pulls Brian back upright. “That should just about do it, I think. Unless…” He settles his hands on Brian’s waist, stroking his thumbs over the fabric of the corset, and raises an eyebrow at John and Freddie. “Don’t you think our girl would look gorgeous if this was taken in a little bit tighter?”

“Oh, he would,” John agrees without hesitation. “But I did just tell you how long the movie is, so let’s shelve that idea for now, alright?”

“No, please-” Brian tries to beg, but John is quick to cut him off.

“If you wanted that corset even tighter than it already is, you should have done that when you were getting dressed,” John says sternly. “It’s not your decision anymore, understand?”

Brian whines unhappily but he nods and says, “Yes, sir.”

“There is one more thing, though,” Freddie says as he grabs the fleece-lined cuffs that Roger brought out as well. He secures them around Brian’s wrists and double-checks that they aren’t too tight, and then asks Roger and John, “In front of him or behind?”

“In front,” John says. “I don’t want his arms behind him for that long.”

Freddie nods and clips the cuffs together in front of Brian. “There. Now he’s all set.”

Roger gently steers Brian around to the front of the couch and asks, “Where do you want him, then?”

“In the middle,” John says.

“What’s the middle of four people?”

“Right here,” Freddie says as he pulls Brian down so he’s sitting between him and John. With the corset on he’s forced to maintain a strict posture; every time he slouches, the corset digs into him painfully and his breathing becomes just a bit shallower, the tiniest bit more strained.

Roger pouts as he takes the only remaining seat on the other side of Freddie, and Freddie leans over and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll make sure to keep you entertained during the movie too,” he promises.

“Speaking of which,” John says as he curls one hand possessively around Brian’s thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to where Brian’s hard dick is straining at his panties. “Are we ready to start watching this?”

“Please,” Brian says, nearly begging, and John chuckles as he presses play to start the DVD.

The opening notes of Science Fiction, Double Feature have barely started playing before Freddie settles a hand on Brian’s other thigh. Brian inhales sharply but neither John nor Freddie seem in a rush to do more than that at the moment. They don’t need to do anything else right now, though; just the promise of more to come has Brian squirming in anticipation - at least, as much as he’s able to while he’s laced into the corset. He whimpers as the thick plug nestled inside him is jostled and he tries to subtly grind down against it, desperate for even the tiniest bit of stimulation, but John tightens his grip on Brian’s thigh and he reluctantly settles back down.

This isn’t the first time that the four of them have watched this movie together and normally they’d be singing along and shouting the audience responses at the telly. Freddie is still humming bits of the songs under his breath but, for the most part, none of them want to break the mood of the scene too much.

John and Freddie keep stroking at Brian’s thighs, not touching his cock but getting just close enough to keep him on edge. Roger, meanwhile, is leaning against Freddie with one arm stretched along the back of the couch. He’s playing with Brian’s hair, petting along his bare shoulders, tickling his fingers along the edge of Brian’s corset… any part of Brian that he can reach, he seems determined to touch and explore.

“I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.”

John snaps one of Brian’s suspenders against his thigh, just to make him jump. He does and he whimpers a little too, and says, “Sirs, please…”

“It’s way too earlier for you to be begging, baby girl,” Roger says. “You’re going to ruin the movie.”

“Should’ve gotten a gag if you wanted him to be quiet,” John says.

“Nah, he can be good.” Roger scratches at Brian’s scalp and asks, “Isn’t that right, Bri? You can be good for us, can’t you?”

Brian nods quickly. “Yes sir, I’ll be go- oh.” The rest of his sentence is cut off in a loud moan as Freddie chooses that moment to finally settle his hand over Brian’s cock. Brian instinctively tries to buck his hips up into the touch but Freddie pulls away when he does and Brian whines, desperate, and says, “Sir, pl-” before he remembers, and falls quiet.

“Oh, that’s just mean,” John says with a low chuckle.

“Well, I don’t want to make it too easy on him,” Freddie says with a wicked grin. He grabs Brian’s chin and pulls his head around towards him and adds, “Besides, I know he can handle it,” before kissing Brian deeply.

Roger groans quietly at the sight of Freddie licking into Brian’s mouth, absolutely devouring every inch of him, as in the background Janet and Brad sing about the light over at the Frankenstein place.

Their teasing only ramps up from there. Freddie moves to suck dark bruises along Brian’s throat when Roger drags John to his feet to dance the Time Warp (because Roger refuses to watch Rocky Horror without dancing along with this song, no matter what else is going on).

“Should’ve had you get up and do the Time Warp with Roger instead, make you put on a little show for us…” Freddie purrs in Brian’s ear. “What I wouldn’t give to watch you try to dance in this tight corset. Bet you’d be just gasping for breath by the end of it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Brian breathes, because honestly he’s nearly gasping now just sitting here. He cinched the corset in as much as he was able to and it restricts his breathing more than he was expecting. He has to breathe carefully, almost shallowly, and that’s easier said than done when he’s nearly dizzy with arousal.

“God, that’d be a sight to see.” John grips Brian’s curls and forces his head back and Brian stares up at him, panting and flushed from his cheeks down across the top of his chest. “Especially with that fat plug holding you nice and open for us right now.”

Brian moans and John leans down to kiss him roughly, swallowing down the sound. And when the song ends Roger settles onto Brian’s lap to take his turn making out with him while grinding down against him and making the plug shift deliciously inside him - at least until Brian pants, “Close, ‘m close,” in warning and Roger slides gracefully off and turns his attention to Freddie instead.

They give him a break during Hot Patootie, Brian’s favorite part of the movie, but John lazily plucks at Brian’s nipples during the brief lull between songs that follows, pinching and pulling and twisting gently at them until they’re sore and Brian can’t hold back the quiet noises of pained-pleasure at every touch against the sensitive buds. And when Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me starts up in earnest all three of them are on him, petting over his bare skin and biting along his jawline and palming his cock through panties that are damp and sticky with precome.

They all back off again once the song ends and Brian immediately whines at the loss of contact. There are tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and he’s trying so hard to be good, but he’s overstimulated and desperate and quickly losing whatever tenuous control he’s been holding onto so far. The tight corset leaves him breathless and sharpens his arousal, makes it impossible to ignore - not that he could ignore it anyway, not with the way that the plug is filling him up and putting pressure on his prostate every time he moves.

“S-sirs,” he says and he whines again, not wanting to say please but needing something, anything from his partners right now.

“Shh, you’re doing so good for us, baby girl, you’re doing so good,” John praises him as he brushes Brian’s air out of his face and presses a chaste kiss to his temple. “What’s your color, Bri?”

Brian tries to take a deep breath only to be stopped by the corset. He whimpers and pants a little and it takes him a moment to get his breathing back under control, but when he does he finally says, “Green.”

“Good girl,” John says, a sentiment that’s immediately echoed by Freddie and Roger.

They’re all toeing a close line. One wrong touch, a little too much stimulation, and Brian is going come no matter how hard he tries to stop it - but none of them can keep their hands off him now.

“I think it’s just about time for this,” Roger says as he grabs the cock ring and kneels down in front of Brian. Brian moans at the sight of Roger between his legs, and John and Freddie have to hold him still as Roger pulls Brian’s cock out of his panties and fits the adjustable strap around the base of his cock and balls.

“There, that should do it,” he says as he double-checks the fit. He glances up at Brian and asks, “Not too tight?”

“Or too loose?” Freddie adds.

Brian shakes his head. “No, sirs.”

“Good,” Roger says - and then he licks a stripe up Brian’s cock, from the base to the tip. Brian shouts and tries to buck up into Roger’s mouth but Freddie and John won’t let him. The attempt still shifts the plug inside him and Brian moans and pulls against his partners’ hands, and with one last flick of his tongue over Brian’s slit Roger pulls away with a smug smile. He stands up and cards a hand through Brian’s hair, tilting his head back so he’s looking up at him. “Still feeling alright?” Roger asks, teasing.

Brian stares at him with eyes blown wide with desperate lust and he licks his lips and says, “Green.”

Roger hadn’t quite meant his question to be another check-in, but given how far under Brian is by now it never hurts to hear that he’s still an enthusiastic participant in what’s going on, so he kisses Brian on the forehead and says again, “Good girl.”

“Mm, and look at this, your pretty little cock is right here for us to tease now,” John says as he oh-so-lightly brushes the tip of one finger down Brian’s shaft. Brian cries out and grabs at John’s wrist with his bound hands, trying to make him touch him more than that.

Freddie spanks the inside of Brian’s thigh, hard, and Brian cries out again. “None of that now, dearie,” he says as John pulls Brian’s hands away from his. “You were being so good for us, don’t start misbehaving now.”

“I’m sorry, sirs, I’m just-” Brian cuts off with a moan as John gives his cock one slow, firm stroke before letting go again.

“Behave,” John says sternly, and he lands a slap on Brian’s other thigh, just because he can.

“If you two aren’t careful, he’s going to come through that cock ring before we’re done with him,” Roger warns.

“He’s not allowed to come. I want to ride him before the end of the night,” Freddie says, and Brian groans at the prospect.

John laughs and says, “I don’t think he’s going to be able to handle that, Freddie. Or do you not see how quickly he’s falling to pieces?”

“I can handle it, sirs, I can, I promise I can,” Brian says, so eager to be good for them that he’ll agree to almost anything right now if it means pleasing them - and having them keep touching him, of course.

“We’ll talk about that when the movie is over.” John kisses his temple and adds, “Now, hush. The floor show is starting.”

Brian bites his lip but nods, and he tries valiantly to pay attention to the movie as Columbia unfreezes and starts her short solo.

“It was great when it all began. I was a regular Frankie fan…”

The floor show may be starting but it’s clear that John, Freddie, and Roger have no intention of watching it. Roger has moved off the couch completely and is standing behind Brian now, playing with his still-sore nipples and kissing the side of Brian’s neck that Freddie hasn’t already marked up. John and Freddie, for their part, are seemingly doing everything in their power to make Brian unravel completely. Freddie is alternating between rolling Brian’s balls between his clever fingers and teasing at his cock with touches that are just too light to tip him over that edge, while John is pinching and scratching at Brian’s tender inner thighs, the pain a delicious contrast to the pleasure that Freddie is inflicting on him.

Brian is trembling constantly now, and the shaking only makes the stretch of the plug inside him that much more noticeable, every slight shift of it harder to ignore. Brian’s eyes are squeezed shut and his lashes are damp with tears. He’s panting and moaning and whining, unable to stay quiet now even if he wanted to while the corset continues to steal his breath away, the restriction against his chest only ratcheting his arousal up even higher. He keeps choking out half-formed sentences, Sirs and Oh god falling from his lips - at least until Roger slides two fingers into his mouth and Brian is reduced to wordless groans as he flicks his tongue over the digits.

“Yeah, just like that, baby girl, you love having your mouth filled, don’t you?” Roger growls in his ear and Brian nods, and closes his lips around Roger’s fingers to suck on them.

“Fuck,” John groans. “Rog, that’s just making me want to have our girl to suck me off again.”

Roger laughs and pulls his fingers out of Brian’s mouth with a small pop. He wipes them off on Brian’s cheek, ignoring his disappointed whine and the way he keeps his mouth open as if hoping it’ll be filled again. “He sucked you off before the movie started. That wasn’t enough for you?”

“Not when his mouth feels that good,” John says as he pushes Brian’s mouth closed and kisses him briefly.

“On the subject of his mouth, and his cock…” Freddie drags his fingers through the precome beading at the tip of Brian’s cock, and smirks at the strangled moan from Brian. “Our dear Frank-N-Furter is about to be killed, so we do have to consider what we’re doing with him next.” He smears his fingers over Brian’s lips, and laughs lightly as Brian’s tongue darts out to taste his own precome. “I think our sweet girl has been good enough to come, what do you say?”

“Yeah, I think he deserves it,” John agrees. “Pretty sure he’s going to come the second we get that cock ring off anyway, whether we give him permission or not. The only question is, which one of us is going to fuck him?”

Brian wants them all to fuck him, wants to be taken fast and rough by the three of them in turn until he’s filled with come and utterly used and ruined - but his boyfriends know that won’t end well if they try to do that. Brian is so far past desperate that they know that there’s a risk of him dropping hard, the kind of subdrop that takes hours of gentle aftercare to pull him out of because his system always struggles to regulate itself after the sort of endorphin release that’s in store for him after a scene like this. They never want to put him through that, not if they can help it.

So John, Roger, and Freddie have a quiet conversation about their plans behind Brian’s back. Freddie keeps gently tickling and teasing at Brian’s cock, keeping him just distracted enough that he doesn’t realize that decisions are being made without him noticing, while on the screen Brad and Janet start singing their final lament in the dirt outside as the mansion rockets into space.

“Alright, baby girl, this is what’s going to happen,” Roger says just as the reprise of Science Fiction Double Feature starts playing. Freddie lets go of Brian’s dick so he can pay attention to what Roger is saying, but Brian whimpers and bucks his hips up and tries to grab Freddie to bring his hand back to his cock.

John pins Brian’s hands against his chest and says, “None of that now, Brian. Can you give me a color, please?”

Brian looks at him with wide, watery eyes. He’s breathing as heavily as he can in his corset and he’s so far in subspace that it’s almost alarming. John is about to safeword on his behalf when Brian says, clearly, “Green, sir.”

“Alright,” John says. “Take a breath and listen to Roger, this is important.”

Brian nods and tries to turn to look at Roger, but he can’t twist that far around in the corset and Brian whines quietly in frustration. Roger quickly walks around to the front of the couch instead and stands in front of Brian, petting his hair gently as Brian looks up at him with eyes that are the slightest bit clearer than they were a moment before, thank god for that.

“John is going to fuck Freddie, and I’m going to fuck you,” Roger tells him. Brian opens his mouth, probably to insist that he can take all three of them, but Roger is quick to add, “You’ve been so good for us so far that we don’t want to make you wait too much longer to come, alright?”

Brian nods eagerly at that. Roger laughs softly and kisses the top of his head. “They’re going to go into the bedroom first, since somebody-” He glances over at Freddie. “-needs a little bit of time to get prepped. And I want a moment alone with you, since those two have already had their hands on you all night.”

Technically Roger has had his hands on Brian as well, but they need to put a little bit of a break into their play. They all know exactly what Freddie looks and sounds like the moment he gets anything inside him, after all, and they’ve basically been edging Brian since the start of the movie. If they want to have any hope of Brian holding out long enough to actually be fucked then it’s for the best if John gets most of the prep out of the way before Roger brings Brian in.

John doesn’t waste any time in pulling Freddie out of the room, though with the way Freddie starts moaning shortly after there’s no hiding what the two of them are up to in the bedroom. Brian whimpers at the sounds drifting down the hall and looks up at Roger with pleading eyes.

“I’ve got you, Brimi, don’t you worry,” Roger promises.

He starts with undoing the cuffs around Brian’s wrists and pulling down the fingerless gloves. He dutifully checks Brian’s circulation and for bruises, and even though there clearly aren’t any he still kisses the inside of each of Brian’s wrists when he’s done. The heels come off next; why Brian is still wearing them when he’s been sitting down all this time, Roger honestly has no idea, but it just takes a gentle nudge for Brian to toe them off. Roger moves them aside and pulls Brian up to his feet, and Brian sways and whimpers as the plug inside him shifts at the movement.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about that plug,” Roger teases. He unclips the suspenders from Brian’s stockings and pulls both the belt and panties down so Brian can step out of everything.

“No, sir, ‘s too big to forget about,” Brian admits as Roger kneels in front of him to roll down his stockings and pull them off, one at a time, with Brian holding onto his shoulder for balance. Roger can’t resist licking up the length of Brian’s cock again and reaching behind him to toy with the base of the plug, and Brian cries out loudly, gripping onto him tighter as he doubles over at the sudden burst of pleasure.

And from the bedroom comes another loud, answering moan from Freddie.

Roger stands back up, even though Brian whines and tries to push him back down. Roger lets the moment of brattiness slide, because despite coming down Brian’s throat less than two hours ago he’s hard and aching in his now too-tight gold shorts and he doesn’t have the patience to punish Brian for his desperation now. All he has to do is get the corset off and then, hopefully, John will have Freddie prepped, and the four of them can finally fall into bed together and put an end to the game that feels like it’s been going on for half the evening now.

Luckily there’s a zipper running down the side of Brian’s corset, which Freddie would no doubt take offense at because it’s probably not screen-accurate - but then again, his Magenta costume leans a little bit too much towards “sexy maid” itself so Roger doesn’t think he would really have a leg to stand on in that conversation. There are red marks along Brian’s torso from how tight he cinched up the corset when got dressed and he takes a deep, gasping breath as Roger pulls it away and sets it on the couch (carefully, since he knows they’ll want to revisit that particular item of clothing again later).

Roger runs his hands along those reddened indentations now, feeling the way that Brian trembles under his gentle touch. “And to think,” he murmurs, “you had wanted us to make this even tighter on you.” His eyes flick up to meet Brian’s and he smirks, and adds, “You really are just a fucking masochist, aren’t you? No, that’s not quite it…”

He snakes a hand up to Brian’s throat, not pressing down, but even the threat of being choked has Brian’s eyes going wide and his pulse fluttering rapidly under Roger’s hand. “You just like not being able to breathe, don’t you?”

“Sir…” Brian breathes, the single word carrying an unspoken plea for more - a plea that Brian won’t voice because he was told earlier not to beg and he’s trying so fucking hard to be good.

Roger lets go of Brian’s throat and grabs his face to pull him down into a searing kiss. “C’mon. Bedroom, now.”

Freddie’s moaning has died down a little, but as Roger drags Brian down towards the bedroom they start to hear his quieter groans and whimpers. And when they stumble into the room they can see that John has Freddie facedown on the bed, with his arse in the air. John has stripped out of his pants and lab coat but Freddie is still in his maid’s costume, the skirt flipped up over his back so John can work him open.

“Took you long enough,” John says with a bit of a wild grin. He has three fingers buried deep in Freddie and he twists them, wrenching an open, gasping groan from Freddie.

“Yeah, well, looks like you made good use of the time,” Roger says. “Didn’t want to bother undressing him, I take it?”

“Nah. He looks too good in a dress, doesn’t he?”

“Mm, you know, he really does,” Roger agrees, and Freddie whimpers a little at the compliment. Roger pushes Brian forward and says to him, “Up on the bed, pretty girl, next to Freddie and on your back.”

Brian clambers up onto the bed and Freddie reaches out for him immediately, instinctively, as John pulls his fingers out of him. Roger shimmies out of his shorts and snags the lube that was on the bed while John grabs condoms for them both, and a few moments later the two of them are making out sloppily while they stroke each other’s cocks, slicking them up as quickly as they can.

“You ready?” John murmurs against Roger’s mouth.

“Yeah,” Roger says, with a wide grin. “Let’s do this.”

“Fucking finally,” Freddie growls, wiggling his arse.

He gasps when John smacks it and grabs his hips tightly. “None of that now, Fred. You’ll take what I give you.”

Freddie laughs at that and cranes his neck around so he can look at John. “I’m not subbing for you tonight, Deaky. I don’t have to follow orders.”

“True,” John agrees as he holds Freddie open and grinds against his hole, not pushing in yet but just teasing at his rim. “But don’t pretend that you don’t love it when we get bossy with you.”

“Then you don’t pretend that you don’t love when I get bratty- oh.” Freddie buries his head in his arms again and moans as John enters him with one slow, deep thrust.

Roger, meanwhile, is kneeling between Brian’s legs and is working the plug out of him, as Brian gasps and squirms beneath him. “They’re ridiculous, aren’t they?” he says casually as he slips two fingers into Brian to make sure he’s open and still slick enough to take him.

“S-sir,” Brian whines.

“Yeah, alright, alright, I’ve got you,” Roger says with a quiet chuckle as he lines the head of his cock up at Brian’s entrance and slowly starts to push inside.

He’s so open from the plug that Roger almost sinks into him to the hilt on the first thrust. Brian cries out and wraps his legs around Roger, trying to coax him in deeper, his hands grasping at the sheets at his side. Next to him Freddie is groaning and gasping, dragging his face against the bed, and rocking back against every one of John’s rough thrusts into him.

Roger leans down to kiss Brian when he’s buried fully inside him and tells him, “You can beg and be as noisy as you want now, but no coming until the cock ring is off, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Roger grinds up into him and Brian throws his head back and moans. “Oh, god, sir, please-”

“Color, Brian?”

“Green, green, please sir, please just fuck me!”

So Roger does, because with Brian begging beneath him and Freddie and John fucking next to him he knows that he isn’t going to last long. None of them are, really. Freddie is nearly wordless with pleasure as he moves just enough to kiss Brian, panting and licking into his mouth as John fucks him hard and fast, groaning praises at him and digging his fingers into Freddie’s hips with every thrust. There are tears in the corners of Brian’s eyes again and the noises that are punched out of him are filthy and sinful, and Roger can’t stop running his mouth, “So good for us, baby girl, so fucking good” and “Feel amazing, Brian, you’re fucking perfect” slipping out in a constant stream.

Freddie is the first one to moan, “Gonna come, gonna fucking come,” and John reaches down to quickly jerk him off as he keeps pounding into him.

Roger fumbles for the cock ring around Brian’s cock. He knows that once Freddie comes Brian is liable to go off as well, even with the ring on, and none of them want Brian to feel like he failed them by accidentally disobeying Roger’s order at this point in the evening.

He gets the ring off just as John growls, “Yeah, that’s it Fred, c’mon, wanna feel you come for us, show us how good it fucking feels.” And a few moments later Freddie does fall over that edge with a shout, spilling into John’s hand and tightening around him as John’s thrusts become a little more erratic, his own orgasm quickly building now.

“Touch yourself, Brian, be a good girl and come for me now, wanna see you come,” Roger pants because he’s almost there too but he wants Brian to come first, he needs Brian to come first, he needs to make sure their baby girl is taken care of before he loses the last shred of his control.

But Brian is too far gone to follow this last order. His eyes are blown wide with lust, so dark that the hazel of his irises has almost entirely disappeared, and if he even hears Roger he shows no signs of it as he moans and keeps his hands fisted in the sheets.

As it turns out, though, that doesn’t matter. John comes with a low groan, his hips stuttering into Freddie, and then without a single touch to his cock Brian’s orgasm slams into him, come splattering over his stomach as he cries out and writhes beneath Roger.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-” Roger chants, the only thing he can get out before his climax washes over him and John pulls him into a rough kiss and Freddie somehow gets a hand on Brian to stroke him through the last aftershocks of his orgasm.

Freddie is, somehow, the first to move. Maybe it’s because he was the first to come, and therefore the first to come back to his senses, but once John pulls out and flops down on the bed next to him Freddie rolls over and, after a few moments, he pushes himself upright with a small groan. He staggers out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later, now finally naked and cleaned up and carrying a damp washcloth for Brian. Roger has pulled out of Brian by now and disposed of the condoms and John is starting to get his bearings back as well.

Brian, however, is a completely different story. He’s still blissed out and only slowly coming back to himself, reaching for his boyfriends with shaking and uncoordinated hands, and whining unhappily as Freddie drags the washcloth over his stomach and too-sensitive cock and John grabs a wipe from their

All of them try to stay in contact with him while they get him cleaned up. John sits up against the headboard and gently moves Brian so his head in resting in his lap. John pets his hair, murmuring praises down at him, telling him that he did so well for them tonight, he’s such a good boy for letting them play with him like this (because they never call Brian their “girl” once the scene ends; that’s a hard line of his, and they always respect it). Freddie, once he’s done with the washcloth, curls up against Brian’s side, pressed as close as he can get so Brian can feel that he’s not alone as he starts to come down.

While they’re handling Brian, Roger ducks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of the sports drink and a few of the granola bars that they keep on hand for moments like this. Between the four of them they polish off the drink, though it takes a little bit of effort to coax Brian upright enough so he doesn’t choke on it and he doesn’t manage to eat more than half of a granola bar before he hands it back to Roger and flops back down on the bed.

And that’s their cue to lie down next to him. Freddie is next to him in the middle, because he might not have subbed but no one is going to deny him that little extra bit of care after the rough - but very much welcome - fucking from John. Roger presses up against his back, and John slides out from underneath Brian to settle in on his other side, his hand thrown across Brian and Freddie and almost reaching over to Roger. Roger laces their fingers together and smiles at him over their boyfriends’ heads, before kissing the back of Freddie’s neck.

“Feeling alright?” he asks the room at large.

“Mm, feeling wonderful,” Freddie murmurs. He has his face buried in the crook of Brian’s neck and the words are almost entirely lost in Brian’s hair, but manages to make himself heard anyway.

“Tired. But good,” John agrees. “Though, we might have to actually watch the movie again on another night.”

Roger chuckles. “Yeah, probably. Without costumes next time, though.”

“Or we need to take a page out of Brian’s book and embrace the costumes a little bit more,” John says.

“Speaking of Brian, how is he?” Roger asks. He starts to sit up a little to see for himself, but Freddie reaches one arm behind him and pushes Roger back down.

“Already asleep,” Freddie says. “We really wore him out tonight, poor dear.” And sure enough Brian’s soft, even breathing can be heard drifting up from the middle of their tangle of limbs and blankets.

“I think he has the right idea there,” John says around a yawn, and Roger and Freddie murmur their agreement. They’re all worn out, after an evening like that, and one by one the rest of them drift off to sleep as well.

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