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helenazbmrskai · 3 years ago

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Honey Bee (M)

Pairing – Bee hybrid! Jimin x Reader

Genre – Farm AU, Hybrid AU, S2L, S, A, Fluff, Romance, Slow Burn-ish

Summary – [You have a few months before the expiration date of the contract with the rehabilitation facility that you’ve been working hand in hand with. You decided not to renew the contract this year but before you cut ties with them you help one more hybrid on your farm.]

Warnings – semi-slow burn love, rehabilitation, rehab centre worker and best friend! taeyhung, german shepherd hybrid! jungkook (tae’s hybrid and co-worker), shy! jimin, breeding, sex talk, jimin comes from a breeding farm, oral (f+m), jimin's cum tastes sweet because he's your honey, oral fixation, vaginal fingering, cum eating, blowjob, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, slow fucking, sexy bee jokes, sexy bee dirty talk, emotional sex, you both are soft for each other, creampie

Word Count – (6,1k)

Author note. I’m so soft for this fic. I love it so much I’m surprised since normally I’m not that fond of my works but I like how this turned out my best hybrid fic so far (I love you slowwwww much is a close second though) Like it if you like my header. You know me if you see any mistakes it's because I didn't proofread it. Let’s get it honey bees!

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You couldn’t believe your luck with him. Never in a million years, you would have thought that such a good-hearted soul like him will be the cause of the butterflies awakening deep in your lower belly. Jimin is so soft-spoken and sweet around the edges. His words are as delicate as his expression now watching you with half-lidded eyes and fluttering lashes, his lower lip slightly trembles when he heaves a shaky breath through his nostrils. He bravely pulls you by your hands until your thighs rest on either side of him straddling his lap while both of your hearts beat erratically.

”Can you show me what is it like?” Dark sugar brown eyes glimmer with adoration. In the depths slowly mixing in the colour with dark neediness that explains the shaking hands. They find the centre of your back, pointer finger resting on the curve of your spine in dizzy anticipation. You try to ease his nerves by touching him. Your palms feel the soft material of his shirt, fingers gliding along his shoulders, arms, waist until they find their place on his hips.

”What do you want me to show you?” The hands you use to feel up his ticklish side finds the edge of his clothes. Jimin holds his breath when you dip a finger under his shirt. Your smile is blinding he feels himself being drawn to your presence. His eyes focus on your lips when you bite them he inspects them closer, leaning into your frame till your noses bump together. The silly slip up makes his entire face lit in warm flames, he shyly avoids your eyes but you don’t let him float in his bashfulness for longer than a longing minute before you drop your gaze to eye his plump lips. The soft press of your kiss makes Jimin dizzy, he holds you by the shoulders to anchor himself from curling into a ball and disappear while you trail yours under his clothes and get familiar with his physique.

You taste like honey. He moans into your mouth as soon as the rich flavour of sweetness bursts on his tastebuds, he’s surprised for a moment too long before his lips part to lick the seam of your pillowy lips. Jimin pulls away too soon for your liking.

”Hmmnm.” You’re confused until you see his tongue peek out and chase the taste of your honeycomb lip balm.

”Can we make love? I have never done it before but I want it to happen with you. Because-” His hands gain confidence and move from your shoulders to your waist. The tip of your nose touches his, ragged breaths mingle between your faces as he speaks the next words directly into your mouth.

”I love you so much.” Instead of kissing you the confession is sealed with his face tucked into your neck. Your smile stretches so wide that your pearly whites come into view in a full-beam of teeth. You never truly knew the true meaning behind the lovely three words until he graced you with his sincere declaration of love. The words that leave his mouth are as sweet as the honey spiked tea you drink in the morning.

You stretch with your hand intertwined above your head glancing at the time real quick before you drop the comforter off your body and start your day. If your calculations are correct you still have time to prepare breakfast for everyone so you slurp on your coffee and sort through your emails in comforting silence. The house will fill up with life as soon as Taehyung arrives to drop off the hybrids so you make sure to enjoy the stillness that is one of the perks why you decided to move out here and leave the city.

You have five emails to reply to one is about your contract with Happy Lives Rehabilitation Facility for Hybrids. They inform you that your contract with them will end by the end of this year. You had a chat with Taehyung about the topic just last month.

While you always enjoyed helping the ones in need you think that you’re ready to open another chapter in your life. Of course, Taehyung wasn’t too happy about the termination of your contract he showed you his support. He’s your closest friend, he’s been with you since you signed the papers with Happy Life. He was chosen to be your contact between the facility and your fruit farm. Taehyung took care of different matters for you, he made sure to arrange transportation for the hybrids and smoothed out any disagreement between both parties. Helped you countless times even when it wasn’t on the list of his duties.

You have so many happy memories with the hybrids. You know well that your isolated little farm served as a safe space for many abused and wronged hybrids throughout your five-year contract. Your role is simple, you help them find a suitable job on your farm for them to get a taste of work-life. It’s scientifically proven that physical activity reduces stress and helps them cope with their problems as they have to work alongside others and socialise in a violence-free environment before they get integrated into society and have another chance to find family.

You grow different kinds of fruits. You have watermelon fields, orange, lemon, peach trees and many other plants that go into the local market. The money that comes from it helps you keep yourself afloat and maintain the equipment you use daily for harvest and still have money to spear to pay the hybrids for their hard work as half of that money comes from the facility. The hybrids come and go all the time. None of them stays for longer than a few years as their rehabilitation ends they step out into the real world and you usually don’t get to see them again but it’s fine. This is how life works, people come and go and you welcome everyone with open arms.

You love this job, you know that your parents would be proud of you. They liked hybrids just as much as you do when they were alive. The shelter they built from the ground went under the government's hand after they passed away it’s been at least fifteen years that you step foot in there but you decided to keep the farm and turn it into what it is now. While this job gave you nothing but joy the other aspects of your life didn’t grow with you. You don’t remember when was the last time you dated or just enjoyed a day holed up in your room and watched Netflix. You’re always working or if you’re not you busy yourself with the farm and prepare for the hybrids when they arrive in the morning and leave around four in the afternoon.

It’s nice but you want something fulfilling. You’re not sure what’s missing from your life. If it’s either the time for yourself or a romantic companion once your contract ends you want to explore the other options of life. You thought about it long and hard before you finalized your decision and be sure that’s what you want.

The loud sound of the horn on Taehyung’s jeep alerts you from your daydreaming.

Looking out the window from your kitchen you’re on time to witness the appearance of Taehyung’s boxy smile. He steps out of the car and helps the hybrids out. Taehyung’s companion Jungkook is next to him helping the boy by opening the second door and let the four hybrid exits the car without problems. They’re eight in total this time. You remember everyone’s face except for one so you assume he’s the new rescue from the breeding facility Happy life helped to shut down.

You open the door to greet them as usual, you accept their hugs and give them ear scratches ask them small questions that makes the encounters more personal. Once you paid attention to everyone you turned to Taehyung and let him engulf you in a tight hug he holds you despite Jungkook who eagerly breathes down your friend’s neck to get his fill as well.

”Who’s this pretty little thing might be?” You smile at the newcomer, melting when he grips Taehyung’s jumper like his life is depending on it. He doesn’t look like a common breed since you can’t see a tail or ears on top of his blond hair. You’re curious.

”His name is Jimin. We thought he might like a quiet environment. He’s very shy and skittish around both hybrids and humans so I thought you might be the right choice to house him for a few weeks till he gets more accustomed to things.” Taehyung pats his head repeatedly during his explanation, the boy visibly relaxes into his touch which means he’s very comfortable with your best friend. Feeling left out Jungkook places your hand on top of his head the same way Taehyung caresses Jimin’s hair and pouts in your direction. Clearly begging for some attention. You roll your eyes at the dramatic german shepherd hybrid but you still card your fingers through his hair can’t deny that you have a soft spot for your friend’s companion.

”Let’s talk in the kitchen. I’m sure everyone is hungry.” You pinch the closest hybrid’s cheek affectionately and motion for the crowd to get moving. Taehyung sits down with Jimin on his right side and Jungkook hogging the other, you know that his plan is to get Jimin to familiarise himself with you as you see the empty seat on his other side while the remaining hybrids scatter around for seats. You have a big dining table for occasions like this when the hybrids arrive you no longer feel that this table is too big for one. They fill out the space with chatter and laughter that always warms your heart. You serve them breakfast and listen to everyone’s story with a big smile on your face. You make sure to look ahead and not let yourself linger on Jimin too much to avoid making him uncomfortable.

It takes a while but he eventually relaxes into his seat and even offers a few comments here and there. When their stomach is filled with delicious food you tell them today's agenda that leaves you with Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook to sit around the table as everyone gets to work. You check if you have everything on hand in your first aid kit. It’s a habit of yours knowing that someone ends up hurting himself by the end of the day.

”Let’s get you settled down.” You offer Jimin a smile and motion with your hand to follow him up the stairs once you’re done checking your stock. Taehyung pats his back and guides him behind you with a reassuring hold around his shoulders while Jungkook attempts to talk everyone’s ear off. Your easy-going nature puts him at ease so he doesn’t cower behind Taehyung this time when he lets him go in front of his bedroom.

”It can get a little quiet here so I think it’s best if your room is next to mine in case you need anything or you get bored. There’s not much here but we can shop online for the necessities. I have a few clothes and a spear toothbrush for you though.”

You list off a few things that you come up with on the top of your head. Normally you’re more ready to house a hybrid but Taehyung didn’t inform you this time so this is the best that you can do now. You let Jimin explore the room, touch the dressers and bedsheet to feel the different materials under his fingertips, you and Taehyung coo when he lets out an airly chuckle when Jungkook drops down onto the bed in a starfish pose making everyone in the room laugh. He’s always the light of the party, this is why he makes a good pair with Taehyung when they work. While Taehyung can calm down everyone in a heartbeat Jungkook can make them feel at ease. It comes in handy when they have to deal with abused and scared hybrids.

”We have to go buddy but we will check up on you every day. Y/N here will take good care of you so don’t be afraid to ask for her help. She’s my best friend you can have my word that she’s a wonderful person and only wants the best for you.”

Jimin would immediately trust Taehyung’s words. From the moment he first laid his eyes on you you had this pretty smile on your face and you faintly smell of sweet peaches and honey. You look so beautiful with your updo hair and loose clothes that he can’t help but blush every time you make eye contact with him. Jimin loves flowery and sweet scents it’s something that comes from his hybrid DNA.

You’re left alone with Jimin awkwardly lingering in the living room while you hum to yourself in the middle of washing the dishes from breakfast. He followed you down the stairs to say goodbye to Taehyung and Jungkook with you. He feels lost now that he’s alone with you not sure if he should allow himself to stick to your side or it would be best to go back to his room and do something there.

He doesn’t want to seem too clingy. Taehyung reassured him while they were at the clinic for his health check-up that he doesn’t mind him following the boy around but he’s unsure how you would react. His breed is heavily people-oriented, he doesn’t like to be alone as bees are always moving in a group. You catch him staring at you from the open door he looks like he wants to come closer but he’s unsure about himself.

”Come here Jimin. Would like some tea?” Jimin’s relieved when you interpret his intentions correctly without him having to voice it out in fear of your rejection. He sits down nodding his head shyly to your offer. You’re burning with the curiosity to find out what kind of hybrid he is but you decide to keep it in until he gets a little bit more comfortable in your presence. You dry your hands with the towel next to the sink and move to the kettle to boil some water. Your favourite tea is chamomile with two drops of honey and one cone of sugar. You hope that the combination will soothe his nerves. It used to help you when you were overly stressed about something. Your get to go recipe to feel better when you’re having a foul mood always starts with sweets to appraise your sweet tooth and tea to wash it all down so you pull a candy out of your pockets and present him with all your ticks and tips that is up your sleeve to encourage him to relax.

While you retrieve the toffee flavoured candy from your pocket you accidentally pull out your honeycomb chapstick with it. The small container rolls on the floor until it stops at the foot of his leg. He picks it up for you his eyes widen when he reads the label.

”This is what I smell then.” He hums, understanding now why you smell like honey and peaches. There were sliced peaches on the table so their juicy most likely got on your hands when you prepared them and you smell like honey because you use this brand of lip balm to moisturise your lips. You find Jimin’s thinking face endearing as you gracefully accept the small object and push it back into your pocket for safekeeping.

”Do you like honey too? I put it into my tea all the time. It’s good that I used it for yours then.” You place the cup in front of him and watch how his eyes shine like tiny diamonds at the mention of the sticky sweet substance. He thinks you must not be aware that he’s a bee hybrid. There’s not a bee in this world who doesn’t enjoy the rich flavour of honey. He could tell from the taste alone what kind of bees worked on the comb and what kind of substance was added due to factorial post-production. He’s pleased when he could only taste the sweetness, it must be from a family-owned business he doesn’t detect any sweetener or preservative in it.

”I like honey.” I like you too.

Taehyung is true to his words. He visits Jimin every time he picks the hybrids up and leaves them here for another day of adventure. He visibly opens up to you after the first week. You learn from him that he’s a bee hybrid and you find the discovery so fascinating, you joke around that you’re happy to meet another honey lover like yourself. His cute giggles are a blessing to your ears, even more so when he blushes after you compliment him. Taehyung could detect the change in Jimin’s eyes as soon as the air shifts from friends to something more between you, Jimin gazes at you with so much adoration that it’s hard to miss the obvious signs.

What he finds interesting though is that you seem to share his tender emotions. You like hybrids, you’re always helpful and welcoming but you treat Jimin differently from others the touches you share with him is more intimate and your eyes choose to linger when previously it would look away. Taehyung saw you interact with at least a dozen of hybrids in your line of shared work and he can see you grew fond of Jimin. He witnessed your emotions shifting from platonic to romantic.

You don’t deny that the thought of Jimin leaving like everyone else fills you with sadness. This is the first time you grew so attached to someone and it grows a little more every day you spend together in the quiet shelter of your house.

Jimin feels the same way. He and Taehyung talked about the future, his rehabilitation is going well thanks to you. After the second week, he started working on the farm alongside the others and left once a week for his therapy sessions with Dr Kim to talk about his time spent at the breeding farm. He got used to this different lifestyle that doesn’t only consist of impregnating queen bee hybrids and eating his meals three times a day. The change was welcome in his life. He felt a lot more freedom to express himself and try out different things he no longer felt that his life was going nowhere. He developed an interest in gardening and you surprised him with a little land with a greenhouse on the property for him to make it a hobby.

Taehyung could recognise his uncertainty without him spelling the words out. Jimin knows about your ending contract, he also knows that he wants nothing more than to stay with you but what if you don’t feel the same way? He’s a hybrid that was placed under your care and once you leave the system he will have to leave.

Jungkook and Taehyung watch you two tiptoe around each other like fools every time they visit but they know it’s not their place to meddle with your business so they only talk about you two between themselves hoping that one of you will take a leap of fate and confess.

It takes a thunderstorm and a scared Jimin in your bed for you to finally break. You’re always a lot more honest with your feelings around midnight so you were not so surprised when you had a slip of the tongue. You confessed your fears to him and he held you close to his chest. He told you he’s scared to lose you too. He sighs into the bare skin where your neckline meets your shoulder and asks you to let him stay with you on the farm.

It’s soft touches and sensual kisses after that. Considering his past with the breeding farm you two agree to take things slow and don’t do anything sexual until his therapy ends, you’re more than happy to wait for him and just cuddle and share innocent kisses in the meantime.

Just like how the flowers he planted bloom into beautiful lilies and hyacinths he feels finally ready to be deflowered by you.

”Hmmnm.” You’re confused until you see his tongue peek out and chase the taste of your honeycomb lip balm.

You whisper the words back, delighted when you see him as affected as you feel goosebumps form on his skin as your lips graze the shell of his ear. His fingers dig into your waist as you move your hips to grind against his erection that tears a surprised moan from his throat.

You work him up slowly, moving your hips in circles with many layers between you and his skin. Jimin tilts his head once you start kissing down his throat feeling the vibration of his moans as you peck the skin in open-mouthed kisses.

”Let me taste you.” You express your chaste request into his neck, your lips are so soft on him. If you still had some remaining lip balm on you it would have now transferred onto his neck. Even though you’re sure he licked it all off while you two were kissing.

You wait for his permission to remove his pants and shirt, you could tell that he’s still somewhat nervous but tries to relax into your soft touches. You make sure he’s comfortably laying on your bed with his head on your pillows that smell just like you when he’s burying his nose into the fabric before you begin kissing down his chest.

He closes his eyes and focuses on his sense of touch. It helps to keep him in the moment as you shower his body with affection. Jimin’s body is beautiful you can’t help but worship every new silver line of skin uncovered by your lustful gaze. He keeps shaking and whimpering as you press your tongue to his skin reaching his sensitive lower stomach, pretending that you’re licking the honey you both like so much off his skin just like you fantasised about not too many nights ago.

”How are you feeling? Can I keep going?” You check in with him before you truly reach his aching cock. You can tell from his noises that he’s been enjoying your touch but it never hurts to make sure you’re not getting too carried away. Jimin’s eyes are glossed over in want as he opens them to your voice. He nods, his head tilts back when you caress his inner thigh your touch encouraging him to spread his legs wider.

You collect your saliva in your mouth letting it drip down his shaft as you hover over his hot tip. You spread it around his length with your hand slowly pumping his cock collecting his precum to add it to the wetness. His precum is thick and slippery, you can’t contain your curiosity any longer as you envelop his tip into your mouth. Your eyes widen when you’re greeted with sweetness instead of the salty taste you familiarised with men. It gets addicting fast as you swirl your tongue to coax more of this sweetness to ooze out from his slit collecting the fresh wave of his arousal with a moan to match how delightful you are to discover this specific trait of his.

You continue to swallow around his tip, making the skin more sensitive with each lick as you solely focus on the taste. You don’t forget about the rest of his gritty length as you twist your fingers around the remaining inches that’s out of your mouth.

”Ngh- Y/N. I think I’m g-gonna-” He can barely exercise his mind to form these words of warning. It’s been so long that he felt this sexually aroused. No woman made him feel like you do. You’re treating him gently, this is not just about sex, you’re worshipping him because you want to make him feel good. You’re not like the hybrids he bred with, you don’t suck him off with the goal in mind. His orgasm is just an added bonus and Jimin wants to give it to you all the more he thinks about it.

”I’ll-” You don’t let him finish his sentence knowing it fully well that he’s close as he keeps twitching in your mouth. You size this opportunity to take him down your throat fully and bob your head up and down using a languid rhythm as a guide.

You take his cock as far as your gag reflex allows you before the need intensifies to come up for air. You inhale deeply through your nose as you prepare yourself. You welcome the ache in your jaw as you pull out delicious moans starting deep but ending in a sweet whimper when he comes. You work him through his high drinking the sweet taste of his release till the last drop with glee until he can’t take the warmth of your mouth sucking on his sensitive cock after the overstimulation settles into his bones.

Jimin couldn’t feel your hands on his hips for a moment as he completely blacked out while you try to stop him from shaking too much after his strong orgasm.

You kiss his nose and card your fingers through his messy hair after you crawled your way up to his face waiting until he calmed down before you do anything else. You smile into his delicate touch when the hybrid finally comes to his senses and cups your cheeks to pull you into a heated kiss. He licks into your mouth chasing his own taste on your tongue.

You feel uncomfortably warm in your clothes as things carry on to get even more heated in your bedroom this time it’s Jimin who undresses you. Too impatient to act bashful. He follows your pattern and kisses the column of your throat. He fights the clasp of your bra for a moment but he successfully removes the barrier between him and your naked chest. The garment lands on your discarded shirt leaving your upper half exposed to Jimin’s hungry eyes. He licks your chest at first a little shyly, sucks your nipple into his mouth as you voluntarily arch your back to give him a handful of your chest. He promises to your breasts to give them the love they deserve later but he’s too eager to taste the nectar between your legs to stall anymore.

Jimin peels off your jeans and underwear inhaling your intoxicating scent theatrically once every inch of your skin is exposed to him. It’s better than honey.

He dips his fingers between your folds pulling your legs apart with his other hand to get to the centre of your flower. He gets the digits throughoutly coated in your special honey rubbing your clit in the meantime before he pops two of his fingers into his mouth licking them clean.

”More.” You fight a shiver when you hear his deep voice, his eyes are barely open as he still licks his lips to savour your taste. He soon realises that he could take it right from the source, he doesn’t need to chase the taste as you lay right in front of him with your legs open beckoning him to take what he desires.

”So sweet. So good to me.” Jimin praises you for producing more of the heady arousal for him. You bite your lower lip in pleasure when he sinks a finger into you, he feels your muscles close on his digit as he pushes your wetness out with his movements for his tongue to consume. Your hole clenches on nothing when he withdraws it, you mourn the loss with the whine that catches his attention.

”It feels good when I do this right?” He watches your face show pure bliss when he pushes his finger back in. Back at the breeding farm he never had to prepare the females, they were ready for him to penetrate he never got to taste them or feel them like this. He’s so happy that you let him do this with you already so addicted to you moaning his name and now he’s getting addicted to the way your core sucks his fingers greedily in, locking them up inside you. Your pussy is so soft and warm.

”So so good honey. Put-ah another one in p-please.” You’re so pretty like this with your eyes unfocused and tears gathering on your waterline. He puts another one in and he feels your walls tightening on them even more. Jimin is mesmerized by how your cunt is stretching around two of his fingers, he realises that the more of his fingers are inside the easier for your juices to flow out into his awaiting mouth. He wonders if he could make you cum with just his fingers and mouth.

”I’m so close. Please, Jimin, one m-more.” He works the third digit in to answer your plea and soon he gets his answer to his question when you cum undone around his rapidly moving fingers, he pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue it’s easier that way to slurp everything you release. It seems like your orgasm never ends as he feels you gush around his face. He puts his fingers back in to see if your arousal is still coming, you get wetter no matter how hard his jaw works to get every drop until there’s no more. It makes him greedy he doesn’t stop until he chokes on your wetness mixed with his saliva.

”I want more.” Jimin grunts against your worn out pussy he continues to abuse your clit with licks and gentle sucks until you have to physically remove him from between your shaky legs when the feeling gets too much. Now that you denied him the source of his pleasure he pushes his fingers slick with you into his mouth and finishes his feast. You’re out of breath your pussy is pulsing with sensitivity after being stimulated for too long but you’re not satisfied, not yet. Not until you feel him inside you.

You guide Jimin between your legs stroking his rock hard cock until you successfully position his tip with your shaking hands to your opening. He doesn’t need more guidance as he pushes past your folds feeling the warm and wet heaven that he previously got to experience with his fingers. Feeling your walls flutter around him is even better than it felt on his digits but the motions are all the same as he pulls his cock out to reenter you with an easy glide aided by your mixed excitement.

His hips are so eager, you feel your body shake with every thrust as you get past the overstimulation. Jimin watches your breasts bounce timed perfectly with the strokes of his cock going in and out your tight walls. Your previous orgasm was so intense that you feel another one approaching you fast as Jimin keeps fucking you slow but deep. Truly making love to you as he makes sure you feel every ridge of his thick length open you up. This is the motion he’s familiar with but it still feels different now that he experiences it with you. This is not how he normally fucks but he reminds himself that he’s making love this time. It’s emotional and sloppy but his heart swells in his chest. You feel so good around him he’s losing his mind. He felt so many cunts wrapped around his dick before but none of them felt like this.

Jimin lets go once he feels you come around his dick and releases his load deep inside. It’s a habit when he sees his cum leak out of you that he’s quick to push it back in despite the fact that you were not trying for a baby. The concept of kids never excited him before and he knows you won’t get pregnant because you take your pills diligently but someday in the future he could picture you and him and a little one holding both of your hands. Jimin kisses your lips softly one hand is placed on your stomach.

You understand his thoughts without words as you kiss him back just as sensually your fingers intertwine on your belly in a silent promise. Maybe this is your missing piece.

The hybrids can smell the new development in your relationship and they don’t try to hide the fact that they know as they keep teasing you and Jimin about it at the party Taehyung suggested that you throw after your contract is permanently terminated. He reasoned that it’s better to celebrate it with everyone rather than mop around. You know that the hybrids will miss you because you will miss them too but it’s not the end. Just the end of a long chapter in your life.

You still visit Taehyung at Happy life and pet Jungkook when you’re in the city. The hybrids are always happy to see you when you stop by to see them work at Seokjin’s grocery store.

The only thing that changed is that Jimin is by your side to tackle your problems, share the good and the bed. The missing piece to your puzzle that makes your life finally whole. After all, where’s honey there has to be a bee close by.

©️ Helenazbmrskai

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gildedusurper · 5 years ago

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OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING WELCOME TO THE SAP ZONE

@notyourpocket said: “You make me ache in ways I never felt possible.”

A harrowing feeling lingers, threatening to overwhelm with waves of nausea. There’s a heavy knot building at the back of his throat, mind hoping he’d misheard, fears keeping him from looking upwards, wary of what gaze he might be given.

It all feels so silly now. A gentle touch against forearms, drawing him near - it’s enough to lull insecurities, allowing him the luxury to think. When a mind grows used to taking everything in a literal sense, it’s no wonder he’d worried the instant you and ache conjoined into a sentence. Fondness he’d mistaken as disgust, only to now see loving eyes yearning to meet his gaze and more beneath his gilded helm. A short chuckle chokes out. Nervous quakes washed away, replaced with nothing but admiration and adoration for the man pressed against him.

“ In what ways, s h o t s ? ” A poor attempt to parrot nicknames the German had given him. Not his finest attempt, yet earnest nonetheless. Arms tighten their hold around his broad form, lifting with ease with lazed steps drawing near the sofa. One playful tackle after setting him down sends them straight against the cushions. It seems with each day he heals; wounded confidence growing all the more stronger. Punctures to his pride mended with only tender words and fleeting touches. Ludwig made it feel so easy to find himself again... Yet he wonders if the man feels the same? What could be done to help mend those injured portions of his heart.

It’s a heavy feeling, set aside with his helm atop the coffee table. His mind only yearns to fixate upon the soothing warmth Ludwig’s chest brings as his cheek nestles firmly against it, eagerly awaiting the faint sounds of rhythmic beats from a booming heart... Fingers trace little shapes idly against fabric, speaking steadily in hushed whispers.

“ You make me ache as well. My heart simply can’t help itself around you; those moments where you ramble, heating so passionately about your craft - or how such an extraordinary smile reaches your eyes - even looking at me the way you are now... ” Letters are drawn. One after the other, traced carefully with fingertips, ended by a gentle tap before starting again. He’s been spelling the same word, over and over and over until fingers fall numb.

Szeretlek.

The second his hand strays, it’s trailing to the side seeking his partner’s hand. For however much of it he could take into his hold, there’s a firm squeeze given to it. A desire for his full attention. His own heartbeat quickens its pace, racing faster than the man’s own.

“ ...You’re an adventure, Ludwig. ”

#notyourpocket #Queries #Meme Friday #Overdue meme #{ we're having a back and forth fluff passing contest who's gon have the biggest pile of it by the end of this }

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teriiiwrites · 5 years ago

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2019 Writing Wrap-Up

I typically do this on my main rather than here because I always forget this exists, but not this year!

Another year where I didn’t end up sharing a single thing I wrote in its entirety so I’m sticking with my trend there lmao. Good to know that some things never change. But I have taken the first steps towards that - namely, starting this blog to give myself a place to talk more about writing.

Now, onto the stats!

Total for 2019: 104,374 words!

I actually wasn’t expecting to even near the 100K mark this year, so the fact that I passed it was a pleasant surprise. It’s significantly less than I hit in 2018 (over 170K), but I’m still very proud of what I accomplished throughout the year.

My focus over 2019 was based a little less in silly concept story ideas (which I still love dearly and want to do more of this next year) but I tried to focus a little more in diversity. In the types of stories, the characters in them, and how they were written. I did my best to push my boundaries with it, which often led to taking longer with my writing and probably is one of the reasons the word count of the year wasn’t as high as last year. But I felt it was important for me, and I’m glad that I worked on what I did.

The longest piece I wrote was my WIP NaNo novel, Castle on the Hill, which hit 57,037 words. I’m hoping to work a little more on it in 2020 and maybe finish up a first draft over the summer, when I have a little more time.

With that, here are some of the highlights:

“They say the British are starting to listen to our people there! That they might consider changing some of the voting laws!” He preaches with the pride of a man who has always believed in the good of the British, but it is confusing to hear him speak like this.

Wasn’t it only months ago when his father spoke of the evils of the British invaders? Of the unforgivable things they’d done? How is it that, now, he draws his own family closer to the center of their spiderweb?

(A Wanderer on a Scorched Path)

That night in the motel had turned into a week, which turned into a month, and so on until all Laine’s memories of her early childhood involved Do Not Disturb signs and vending machine dinners.

(A Walk Down Memory Laine)

In hearing of her success, the townsfolk quietly cheered for her, disregarding their previous contempt for the malicious girl who’d tormented them. She was all at once one of theirs. Hadn’t they laughed with her, waved at her, made faces at the small girl who had seemed so unlike her family? And perhaps all of their attempts at kindness were being paid off. Finally, here was a Grey who would break the curse of her cruel family and be a decent sort.

(The Grey Manor)

A familiar coach split the crowd, curtains drawn over the windows. It was almost easy to believe that the Greys were inside, eager – if Greys could be eager – about reuniting with their youngest. But there was only one Lady Grey left.

(The Grey Manor)

It was during one of these heavy snowstorms that the Visitor arrived in town. None could claim to know where she came from, and fewer still knew her name. Even the details of her appearance never quite matched up – some said she was an old woman, with hair like straw and wearing rags better fit for carrying potatoes than being worn. Other claimed she was no older than thirty, that the apparent age was only due to her gravelly voice and wild, fair hair. They said that though her clothes were faded and tattered and too large on her tiny frame, one could still see the frayed ruffles and faint design of what once must have been a fine gown.

(The Grey Manor)

Years had passed since the doctor’s apprentice had last been to the Grey Manor. He’d been one of many who had taken a thrill at the abandoned house while Lady Grey had been away. He now considered himself above such superstitions. Yet the effect of the snow-covered cemetery and the sprawling, leafless ivy across the outer walls could not be blamed wholly on the overcast sky.

(The Grey Manor)

The doctor’s apprentice made his way deeper into the house, but the Grey Manor felt more fit for ghosts than the living.

(The Grey Manor)

“Good afternoon, Clara!” I greeted as I waved for her to take a seat before my desk.

“Doctor,” she responded in kind. She pulled back the chair and fell into it in one fluid motion. “Things are on the up-and-up!”

As much as I appreciated her enthusiasm, having supervillain clients typically meant having to gently discourage their flavor of ‘on the up-and-up’.

(The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

“I think I’ll start off with a vacation. I was initially thinking of revisiting the city I grew up in, but finding a kennel for my hellhounds would be a nightmare, and I just know none of my friends would take them in.”

I had met Jekyll and Hyde once, when I’d bumped into Clara on my morning jog in the park, and I couldn’t blame them.

(The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

The angelic child screamed like a demon, yet Camila adored her more than she’d known she was able.

(Quinta and Her Cat)

Amara leaned back against the door, staring at the ceiling. “Your Guardians don’t seem as sympathetic as you make them out to be.”

Deirdre kicked out her foot, but only caught the edge of some piping. “They have to choose their battles. They’re strong, but not so strong as to fight all of them.”

“Legal skirmishes between the elite is apparently a higher priority than the oppression of thousands,” was Amara’s reply.

Deirdre didn’t respond; she had nothing more to say.

(The Great Guardians)

One of the aliens is moving quickly towards me, and I realize my impression that they are humanoid was a little premature. Though its head, neck, and torso are vaguely like mine, the bottom half of their bodies are more like a spider. A gray, spider centaur. With no face.

A small part of my brain asks why I'm not terrified. I have no answer for it.

(Alien Abduction)

Sir Michel had been in Eastcairn Keep only once before, but the imposing walls of stone were as familiar as if he had grown up here. The halls were cold and impersonal, as though acknowledging that they'd been around long before Sir Michel had arrived and they would stand the same long after he was gone.

(Foul Play)

"I have a sister." Andromeda's voice was soft, but it carried as though all of the forest had quieted to listen. "The kingdom is in no great danger of losing an heir."

Sir Michel chuckled at her naivety. "Princess, if you believe that your father will allow for this - "

"Then let him come to tell me himself."

Never before had Sir Michel been interrupted by a woman. His laughter caught in his throat, and, for a moment, he was too stunned by Andromeda's audacity to respond.

(Foul Play)

"The King is busy running a country, as one day your future husband shall."

"And I suppose you think that by carrying me back to the Keep, you'll be given the position?" Andromeda asked bitterly. She brushed a loose braid behind her shoulder. "You, a man with nothing but a meager title, sitting on the throne? No one with sense could expect such a fate for you, yet here you are."

"Yet here I am," was the knight's weak response. He couldn't understand how it was that he spoke far louder than the princess, and yet his words didn't seem to carry half as well or ring half as true.

(Foul Play)

"One of your men killed Tihomil, but not you. The trial is not fair."

"We don't fight fair when it comes to your life."

(Foul Play)

Andromeda pushed herself away, pulling her dagger with her. When she lifted a part of her skirt, Sir Michel saw that it was strapped to her leg, a place no honorable man would've thought to check. When she bent down again, her face was no more than a foot from the knight's.

"I don't fight fair when it comes to my life," Andromeda hissed. She wiped the blood staining her hands onto Sir Michel's breastplate, trailing red across its center.

(Foul Play)

As his vision began to tunnel, Sir Michel the Righteous' last sight was that of the princess stealing off into the night, her movements as feral and graceful as something too wild to be contained in the Keep.

(Foul Play)

Josef Weber was a quiet and privileged man, and the two together gave him the appearance of being far prouder than he actually was. This view was encouraged by the fact that he surrounded himself with few friends, and that those he kept were similar in stature and wealth to himself.

(Castle on the Hill)

The night sky was illuminated by fireworks, casting a scarlet glow over the small, German city of Heidelberg. Its castle stood imposingly atop a hill, awash in the red, mimicking fires that had taken the structure from what it had once been to the ruins that now overlooked Old Downtown. Crowds of thousands had flooded the streets, watching the annual celebration in awe as the fireworks reflected in the Neckar River below.

(Castle on the Hill)

“Shouldn’t you be running back to Hulmarra? I thought you were loyal to your lady.”

Theren’s laugh was abrupt and loud, but when he stopped, his voice was coldly stern. “We’re loyal to two things. Gold and discretion. It just so happens Lady Iltazyara is well equipped with both.”

Verna smirked. “Only those two things? If I paid you to kill your sister, would you do it?”

“That price would cost far more than you have,” Theren said with a condescending smile.

“You’d be surprised how much I have at my disposal,” Verna taunted.

“Then we can talk later.” Theren winked in her direction and grinned broadly at the impatient look on Rowan’s face.

(The Virtuous Seven)

#writing #2019 writing wrap-up #2019 #writeblr

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stormylofi · 7 years ago

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2.8k, mostly fluff with a small bit of violence somewhere. G/T rating.

This is from the HC that Valkyrie absolutely loves Disney songs. This is written so that each scene is about a different Lion king song, but it was this one that basically inspired it; (We are one- Lion King 2) https://youtu.be/glDGAo9SIqs

This is also a birthday fic! I hope you have a very happy birthday Silky, and I hope you enjoy!!! Also side note, I love all your headcanons and I agree that these two are flipping adorable. Sorry if they at all seem ooc to you.

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The first time Ela had ever come across the woman, she was singing a damn Disney song. Not that Lion King wasn’t amazing, but she honestly didn’t think her timing was the best.

They were meeting at a busy cafe under the guise of school friends for an intel hand off, but when when Ela wandered over, pretending to be excited, the woman just grinned goofily and continued humming some random song as she stood to pull her into a hug, slyly dropping something into her pocket.

“Amanda! It’s been far too long wow, I’m glad I found some time to see you while you’re in town.”

“I’ll actually be here for a bit! Jack’s got a job in one of the law firms downtown so maybe a few months?”

She made up something about loving to show her around if their schedules match up, before starting to gossip about something one of their supposed ex school mates had gotten up to.

The woman she knew to actually be the Seal ‘Valkyrie’ started humming the same tune again as she talked, and it finally clicked in her mind what it was.

Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase.

She paused and squinted her eyes into an accusatory glare.

“Are you humming… Hakuna Matata?” She regretted asking the minute humming changed to singing. Loud, obnoxious singing. Immediately she sprung across the table to slap a hand across the woman’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” She all but hissed as laughter bubbles under her palm. They were meant to be inconspicuous and believable, she doubted bursting into Disney counted as that.

“Ok, ok.” She removed her hand, settling back into her seat as she glared off looks from other customers. “Sorry, I’ve had it stuck in my head all day.” A disarming smile was shot her way and she sighed, deciding to let it slide.

They met again a little while after operation Orange Sky and it soon occurred to Ela that it wasn’t a one off. No, it seemed to be a regular thing around the operative.

The next time it happened, they were on their first practice operation as Rainbow Six members in a killhouse.

They had both wandered from their objective room and had ended up in a small room with a hatch on the floor and two windows, one of which was half busted open. Ela had her gun aimed steadily through it and into the yard below them when it started.

“Be prepared for sensational news! A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer.”

She moved from view in seconds, spinning to glare at her teammate for giving away their location.

Valkyrie hadn’t moved from her careful angle on the doorway, hardly even moving as she continued to sing, doing the next line in a silly voice.

“But, where do we feature?”

Ela couldn’t help herself as she said the next line with a growl.

“Just listen to teacher.”

The smile she received was blinding and she rolled her eyes in response, turning back to the window to peek. At least she shut up.

“I know it sounds sordid, but you’ll be rewarded-”

She spoke too soon.

With a huff she gave up and left the room.

Despite the usually ridiculous timing of her Disney songs, Ela realised she found it amusing. It bugged her at first but Valkyrie more than proved herself plenty of times as a fully capable operator who never got stunted by her silly habit. If it wasn’t causing issues then Ela didn’t see it as a problem.

As a matter of fact, it was kind of endearing.

Today they were both laid across the couches in the Rec room, Ela quietly drawing while Meghan scrolled through some app on her phone.

It happened gradually. She didn’t notice at first, too focused on her drawing.

The tapping was quiet and repetitive and so she passed it off as a bit of boredom. After a little bit she recognised that it was a regular beat and not just random, around the time she also decided it was distracting her from her work. She glanced up, ready to tell the other woman to shut up, only to catch a gaze that was locked on her with a playful smirk.

Meghan was sat upright, tapping against the table and waiting for Ela to finally look up. When she did and met her gaze, humming started to match the beat.

It look her a second to recognise it, but when she did she wanted to literally facepalm. Huffing a short laugh, she gave the Seal her ‘are you serious?’ eyes, before giving in.

After all, she didn’t doubt the woman’s persistence. She probably wouldn’t stop until she did.

“I’m gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware.”

“Well I’ve never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair!” Valkyrie immediately jumped in for the birds part- Zazu if she remembered correctly.

“I’m gonna be the main event, like no king was before. I’m brushing up, I’m looking down, I’m working on my roar.” She couldn’t help but return the amused smile the blonde sent her, snorting when she exaggeratedly threw out an arm for her next part.

“Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing.”

She couldn’t help humouring her as she leapt to her feet and shouted “Oh I just can’t wait to be king!”

Meghan stood too, dancing her way over as they continued the impromptu duet, slowly getting louder and louder until they were basically belting the lyrics, arms waving around as they ‘acted out’ the song.

Toward the end, Sledge appeared in the doorway with an eyebrow raised and yelped in surprise when he was immediately drawn in, the two girls bouncing around him like idiots as he joined in for the final lines, arms wiggling above him like one of the inflatable tube men some stores use.

As they came down from laughter, Sledge decided it was time for a party and put music on, leading to all three dancing until they tired themselves out, much to the amusement of the crowd they gathered. Other people continued to dance while Ela dropped back to the couch she originally was in, sending a cheeky wink to Valkyrie as she fell to the floor and spread out, winking and wiggling her eyebrows back only after situating herself in an appropriate starfish position.

_____

A few months later they were in a boat on the way to an op, and Ela was nervous. This wasn’t the sort of operation she was used to. No, she’d never been comfortable on the water so securing an oil liner that had been overtaken and planted with a bomb wasn’t ideal for her.

Heck, the only reason she was chosen was because there were so many opfor and they felt that her mines would be ideal for disorienting, especially as they were on high waves.

Her sister unfortunately was on another mission so that left her. There were two teams, both lead by the Rainbow Six Seals. Alpha was tasked to clear and secure hostages while her team, Bravo, disarmed the explosives. Bravo included herself, Echo, Jäger, Rook, and-

“Deception, disgrace, evil as plain as the scar on his face.” Valkyrie sent her a wink before lifting her voice a little. “Deception-”

“An outrage.”

“Disgrace!”

“For shame.”

Everyone laughed at Echo joining in, clearly knowing the song well. Jäger looked a little confused but still amused by the antics, clearly not used to Valkyrie at all.

“He asked for trouble the moment he came!”

Their boat bounced over the water but Ela didn’t even think about it as the whole team morale lifted and they all carried on singing to random songs, tapping beats on the metal of their vessel.

They fell silent, serious modes engaging as their comms came to life to announce their approach. All the same, Valkyrie send a reassuring smile to the girl next to her, squeezing her leg before responding to her radio to say their team was ready for boarding.

The boat stopped and they climbed outside, shooting two grappling hooks upward before starting their ascent.

_____

The mission was successful overall, but due to a mild explosion from an undetected bomb, Valkyrie and Jäger had been injured, the latter more drastically. All the same, they were both returned to base unconscious and now resided in the medical bay.

It was really a shame that IQ wasn’t available for their mission. Really, Ela was angry at their superiors for their planning despite the fact that she knew they couldn’t simply send the German girl back for immediate redeployment.

Still, as she sat by Meghan’s bed, she couldn’t help her grumbling. The beeping of her heart monitor was as irritating as it was relieving. The injured woman had woken briefly earlier but fell back asleep shortly after from her pain medication, but all the same Ela was glad because, much the same as the beeping, it meant she was ok.

A ruckus out in the hall caught her attention as she heart the raised voice of Doc.

“Bandit, Dominic! Don’t you wake her!”

The GSG9 rushed through the doorway, Doc tailing him. He stopped in the doorway when he caught sight of her repositioning herself to the end of Valkyrie’s bed and crossing her arms, radiating hostility.

The Bandit completely ignored her, marching past her- or attempting to. Her hand shot out to grab his arm and push him back, causing him to stumble in surprise before turning his dark glare to her. She merely returned it with her own.

“Get out of the road, arschgesicht.” She didn’t need to understand German to know he was throwing insults so she bristled a little at the word.

“Leave.”

“Your friend here is the reason Jäger is in the room over! She has some fucking explaining to do.” Her fists were clenching and unclenching in hopes of keeping calm, for Doc’s sake, the man watching exasperatedly from the door.

“No one noticed the bomb. We’re all to blame and have all been chastised.” Her voice was cold but calm and her words measured.

Clearly that wasn’t the reply Bandit wanted.

“She should have seen it, Jäger could be dead and it’d be her fault! Maybe she’s not a fit team l-“

Ela’s fist met his jaw before he could block it.

He stabilised himself and came back in heavy retaliation, more than ready for the fight Ela would happily provide.

Doc rushed in and yelled for them to stop, trying to push himself in between them without success. When he realised they weren’t going to stop, he rushed out to get another ops assistance.

They traded a few blows before Bandit took them to the ground, punches landing across Ela’s ribs and face before she rolled out from under him and wrapped her elbow around his throat in a choke hold.

The bastard squirmed valiantly but he couldn’t escape and in moments he was out cold. She dropped him unceremoniously for the others to deal with when they returned, sparing him a kick to the stomach before she moved back to her chair.

Valkyrie was awake, merely watching the fight through hazy eyes. When she turned her gaze from Bandit to Ela she frowned at her bruises, getting a careless shrug.

“It’s the circle of life.”

Meghan blinked and confusion and she laughed.

_____

She never got an apology from Bandit but she never expected nor cared for one. She understood worrying for a friend and the desire to defend them, despite the fact that she was sure those two were more.

Doc told Valkyrie to abstain from exercise for a few weeks while her bruised rib healed, but still she lingered around the gym. It was easily noticeable just how much she wanted to be working out but she did as told without complaint.

Ela of course noticed her friend lingering and invited her over to talk whenever she could, trying to distract her and keep her entertained.

By the end of the second week she had an idea.

She waited outside the gym room, lock pick in her pocket and cheeky grin on her face. Sure enough, Valkyrie rounded the corner at her usual gym time, eyes on the ground as she listened to Blackbeard talk. She snorted and punched his arm in reply to something, causing him to laugh.

He met Ela’s eyes and she respectfully nodded, getting a wide and goofy smile in response. He mumbled something else, causing Valkyries head to snap up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed as they stopped in the doorway.

“Hey,”

“I’ll leave you girls be. I can feel my arms going floppy-” he nudged Meghan but ignored her scowl. “Nice to see you Elżbieta.” He ignored Ela’s scowl too as he strut off with a laugh.

“What a dick.”

“Yep.”

They both looked at each other before breaking into laughter. They both loved the man and couldn’t deny it, he was like the big brother neither of them ever had.

“So anyway, I’ve got an idea.” She wandered across to the staircase door just beside the gymnasium entrance.

“Are we going to get in trouble?” Ela shrugged as she knelt and started picking the lock.

“It’s possible, but I’d say it’ll be worth it. Especially because I saw Buck and Jackal enter earlier.”

“…Buck and Jackal? What have they got to do with anything?”

The lock clicked and Ela quickly opened the door, ushering her friend inside.

“You’ll see.”

The climbed up to the room that looked down over the full area, moving to crouch along the furthest wall to cross to the room out of sight. When Meghan spotted the sound system she frowned before a mischievous smile lit her face.

“Oh, we’re not, are we?” Ela merely grinned over her shoulder in reply. “What song do you have?”

“Just wait. You’ll love it, I promise.”

They stopped next to it, Valkyrie watching over Ela’s shoulder as she plugged her phone in and brought up her song of choice.

“Oh my god. Wait I’ve gotta bring up my camera.” She laughed as she grabbed out her own phone and moved to the windows corner, laying on the ground to hide as best she could still.

Throwing a thumbs up to the green haired girl, they both giggled as the songs swapped.

“I can see what’s happening, and they don’t have a clue. They’ll fall in love, and here’s the bottom line, our trio’s down to two!”

‘Can you feel the love’ filled the air and caused everyone to stop, looking around in confusion.

As predicted, Buck’s face lit with red as Jackal winked at him, sitting down his weights to start shimmying toward him exaggeratedly. Buck just buried his head.

They didn’t miss the look shared between Sledge and the new member, Maestro, which definitely intrigued them.

Some people decided to continue working out while others started singing the song and dancing in a silly manner. Blackbeard glanced up to them while laughing, causing Rook- who had been spotting him while he did bench presses- to also look up and spot them. He shook his head while the two continued to record, giggling as Jackal draped himself over his flustered boyfriend.

_____

Ela had noticed something the other day. Valkyrie loved Disney and often randomly sung songs from it but… never Lion King. That was only for when she was around. It had unintentionally become their thing.

The idea warmed her heart and cemented her choice.

She wandered through the halls, seeking out her friend as she hummed the song that had been stuck in her head all of the past week.

She already knew to go to the shooting range, had been told where to meet the woman.

The air was warm when she stepped out into it, eyes meeting Valkyrie’s that had turned to see who had joined her outside. Thankfully, no one was around. She was confident in their relationship but she couldn’t help the small amount of anxiety bubbling in her.

Nonetheless she strode forward, humming the Lion King 2 a little louder to distract herself, the upbeat tune drowning out the nerves.

Of course, Meghan shot her a strange look as soon as she was within hearing distance, most likely recognising the song.

Ela didn’t stop, marching until she was within arms reach where she reached out and pulled her friend in, clasping their lips together. It took a moment for Valkyrie to respond to the kiss, most likely shocked. Still, she gradually melted into Ela’s hands, soft lips returning the movement before they broke apart, resting their foreheads together.

Meghan mumbled the next line with a fond smile.

“Upendi, it means love, doesn’t it?”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s Ela #r6s valkyrie #valkela #this isn’t read over so I’m really sorry

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supitskeegs · 7 years ago

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Spa Day → Treegan

Tagged: Keegan Allen & Troian Bellisario @hqtbells Location: Barcelona, Spain Time Frame: Wednesday, July 12th Notes: Keegan sets up a spa day for Troian to relax and they spend the day together.

Keegan had set up a spa day for Troian pretty much right away once knowing about this trip. He knew she worked hard, whether it was working on a project or constantly being a mother which was tiring and now they had a week to recharge and he wanted to make sure Troian felt relaxed. Booking a day at the Barcelona Luxury Spa, Keegan put on a pair of jeans and a shirt, knowing they'd be changing into robes for most of it anyway. Once it was time to go, he walked on over to Troian's hotel room to get her so they could head over, glad that it was in walking distance so they didn't have to worry about getting a car or any means of transportation to get there. "Rise and shine! It's spa time!" He teased as he knocked on Troian's door and opened it. He didn't even know who her roommate was but he didn't see anyone else in the room anyway. "I hope you're excited for this, because I am. Wait until you see the spa pool they have. It's going to be so nice," he said, smiling at the thought.

Troian was a slow riser that morning. She blamed the lethargy of vacation but really, she just hadn't had her morning coffee yet. With her hair piled on top of her head and dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and a ripped tee, Troian heard the knock at the door and stifled a yawn against her palm as she walked over. Blinking at Keegan's enthusiasm, Troian couldn't help but smile back. /Always/ the cheerful morning bird. "I'm risin'. I'm shinin'," she remarked and pushed the door further open so that he realized it was an invitation for him to walk in. Picking up her mug of coffee, Troian sat down on the bed and tucked one foot underneath her leg as she sipped and surveyed him. "I am excited," she smiled. "Just..not entirely awake yet. It's okay if go out looking ratty, right? I figure the spa doesn't discriminate against slums." She picked at her shirt and then offered him a plate. "Croissant? I swear, let me finish my coffee and I'm moving."

Keegan chuckled at how half asleep Troian still looked, but he knew this was how she was until she had her coffee which she clearly didn't yet. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he waited for Troian to slowly wake herself up. "Yeah, I can see that," he said while smirking. "You don't look ratty, but you can definitely just go like that. We'll be changing into robes anyway once getting there," he said while shrugging. "Thanks," he said once Troian offered him a croissant, eating it slowly. "That's okay, take your time. I mean we do have a reservation, but I knew it'd take a while for you to get up and going so we still have some time before having to get there. And luckily it's only across the street," he said while smiling. "So how did your night with Jen go?"

Troian had finished up her food so while Keegan ate, she stood up. Her fingers moved through his hair and she smiled down at him, enjoying the way the soft strands of sun streaked blonde felt in her fingers. Disappearing into the bathroom to change, Troian kept the door open so they could talk. "Good," she answered him and her words were muffled as she slid her sleep top over her head. She wasn't going to put any make up on or dress up, knowing today was about relaxing anyways. Sliding into a pair of distressed denim shorts and skipping a bra, putting on a lazy black tank instead, Troian continued speaking. "We watched Titanic which she apparently /hates/. Can you believe that?" Troian's tone was indignant, unable to believe anyone could not appreciate young Leo. "And then I fell asleep on her." Coming back out, Troian grabbed her phone and slid it in the back pocket of her shorts. "Ready when you are, Keegs."

Keegan nodded when Troian said she had a good night with Jen, chuckling as she mentioned the blonde hating on Titanic. "How dare she," he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. He knew that Troian was into a young Leo and he couldn't blame her since Leo had always been one of his favorites and still was to this day. When she was ready, Keegan got up off the bed and started leading the way outside, walking across the street where they had a huge spa resort set up. They were going to get massages, go in a sauna, get face masks and even go into a relaxing spa pool that had oils and other assorted minerals that would calm them down and keep them relaxed. Keegan was excited for all of it and hoped Troian would enjoy everything planned. Checking in at the front, they were handed robes to change into and were shown where the massage room was, knowing that would be first. "I suggest focusing on the massage you're getting and not whoever is rubbing their hands all over me or you won'y fully enjoy it," he teased.

Troian "I know!" Troian shook her head, knowing Keegan was teasing her but playing along anyways. She shot him a small smile as they exited her room and the two walked down to the main lobby in companionable silence, Troian's mind whirring with what the spa would bring. She hadn't been to one in forever; she preferred to do spa treatments at home, with her own face masks since the thought of people touching her made her feel twitchy. But with Keegan next to her, she knew he'd calm her down by keeping her distracted. Stepping into the building with him and smelling all the aromatic candles and oils, Troian breathed the soothing scents in and stared around as Keegan checked in. "This is so beautiful," she whispered to him while they were waiting for their robes and rubbed her arm in anticipation, taking the fluffy material when it was handed to her. "Hey!" She laughed, unable to stop it even though her brown eyes narrowed at him. "Don't /you/ enjoy it too much," she teased him and with only a hint of bashfulness, undid her clothes and left her underwear on before climbing onto the table to lay down. "What if your masseuse is some German woman with a mustache?" She snorted, turning her head to grin cheekily at Keegan.

Keegan smiled and nodded. The spa resort was beautiful and he knew they were going to enjoy themselves here. Chuckling when she spoke, Keegan raised his eyebrows. "I don't know, it might be the best massage I've ever had. And if that's the case, you'll just have to give me an even better one afterwards," he teased. "That would be my luck, it's probably going to happen. And you'll get some guy in his 20's that has more muscles than I do," he muttered bitterly. Once they entered the massage room wearing their robes, Keegan saw a guy and a girl waiting for them, the girl working on him and the guy working on Troian. This was going to get interesting, he thought to himself. He couldn't help but be bothered by the idea of a guy putting his hands on Troian and of course he was good looking, which made it even worse. Trying not to think about it, he simply laid down on the table face first and closed his eyes, ready to enjoy a massage he desperately needed.

Troian glanced up to see her masseuse coming towards her and resisted a grin, biting down hard on her bottom lip instead. She could see from the look on Keegan's face that this guy annoyed him just by principle, and she found it adorable. Wanting to reassure him, Troian decided against it as she was having too much fun being the one with the upper hand for once. It was so often service workers hit on him while she pouted in envy in the background. She glanced over at the woman, swallowed a little at the sight of her delicate hands beginning to smooth their way down Keegan's back and then turned her head to the side. They were silly for being bitten by the green eyed monster so easily, but it was sort of inevitable with the two of them. Like moths drawn to a flame. Pressing her face down into the pillow the table provided, Troian breathed out slowly as muscles that had been tense since she was born probably were kneaded, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan. "Damn this feels good," she mumbled drowsily.

Keegan knew it was stupid to get so jealous over a masseuse putting his hands on Troian, especially since it was their job. But it was still weird to see a guy's hands all over her. He didn't know much about who Troian had been with while they were broken up, if she had been at all since they didn't really talk about it but Keegan didn't even want to think about that. Now that his own masseuse started putting her hands on him, Keegan sighed contently against the table as she started kneading his muscles, not realizing how much he really needed this until now. He had been doing so much swimming and was always active that he knew it had to take a toll on his body. "This was a long time coming," he mumbled. "Feels really nice," he whispered, hearing Troian saying the same thing on her end. "Glad you're enjoying it," he said, biting back the jealousy since the main point here was that Troian felt relaxed.

Troian lifted her head up to glance over at Keegan but his face was still pressed down so she couldn't see his expression. She bit her lip and smiled, before pressing her temple into the crook of her arms once more. It was endearing, to see Keegan get so flustered of other men around her. Seven years of knowing each other and he still couldn't see that she had complete tunnel vision when it came to him. Her body warm with this thought, Troian let out a small hum and then kept silent as the rest of the massage went. When it was over, Troian waited until the two workers had left the room and then sat up, holding her sheet to her chest. She wasn't exactly shy about Keegan seeing her but it didn't feel appropriate to just bare her tits at him at the moment. "Enjoy yourself?" She asked knowingly, unable to help the little twinkle in her eye as she did so. "At least your lady didn't have facial hair." She grinned at him and then reached for her robe, shrugging back into it. "What's next?"

Keegan enjoyed the rest of the massage, instantly feeling a change in his body. He felt less tense and it was a mental note to get massages more often so that he wouldn't let his body get so full of knots. He thanked the woman once she was finished, watching her leave as well as the guy who was Troian's masseuse. Clearing his throat, Keegan sit up and smiled softly at Troian who did the same. "Yeah, that was great. You?" He asked while pursing his lips. "Thank god. Though I didn't really pay attention to what she looked like," he said while shrugging. His face was in his arm for most of it and he didn't care to check her out anyway. "The sauna is next, we can stay in there with our robes on," he told Troian, getting up and leading the way. There was a sign that pointed to where the sauna was and Keegan opened the door to enter. "I don't really know what the real point of a sauna is. I mean it seems like you just sweat to death in it," he chuckled. "I haven't been in one before but it seemed like part of the spa package you couldn't skip," he shrugged.

Troian felt her face soften as Keegan mentioned not looking at the woman; it wasn't as if she would have had any room to complain if he had, but the fact that he made it a point to mention he hadn't brought a funny cage of butterflies battering against her stomach. "I loved it. I love all of this so far. Thank you again for doing this." She reached out to squeeze his arm and standing back up, followed him out into the hallway as they made their way towards the sauna. "Oh, saunas are nice," she smiled at him and wrapped her fingers around his bicep. "They cleanse your skin and open your pores. They also improve blood flow and circulation so you'll probably feel more awake when we're done," Troian parroted, sounding, like always, as if she had swallowed a textbook. Stopping in front of the door, she faced him and reached her hand in gently to graze his abs. "You can also lose weight simply by sweating. You're really packing on the pounds too. Did I see you lose an ab?" She felt nothing but rock hard flesh and raising a playful brow at him to show she was teasing, Troian removed her hand and then went in to sit on the bench and let the steam wash over her. She could use a good cleansing anyways.

Keegan smiled and nodded. "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it so far," he said. There were still a few things to do but it was off to a good start. Of course he couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully as Troian started going on and on about how beneficial a sauna was for you. He didn't expect any less from her and he was curious about it so he had to admit that he was glad she was so smart about everything all the time. Or at least most of the time. "Well thank you for that lesson, now I know how my body and skin will be after we get out of it. In way better condition," he smiled. When she grazed his abs with a hand, Keegan chuckled and leaned forward as she did. "I told you, all that ramen is really getting to me. You didn't want to believe me," he teased. Once they got inside, Keegan sat on the bench in there next to Troian as the room started to feel with steam. He could barely see and he was already sweating. "How am I supposed to feel comfortable in these conditions? This must be a joke."

Troian closed her eyes, perfectly comfortable. She had been to several saunas in her lifetime and she knew the drill. The sweat was pouring down her skin and she loosened the ties of her robe, letting it slip a little so that she could get some air and then peeked one eye open to glance at Keegan. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else and the sight made her giggle. "It's cleansing!" She reminded him and tugged on the belt of his robe. "Undo it a little. I promise, I won't try to grab Keegan Jr.," she grinned and smoothed a palm through her hair to push back the frizzy flyways due to the humidity in the room. "I could probably get you to talk so much in this. You're so uninhibited in here, you'd spill anything." She turned to face him, smirk on her lips. "So, Keegan - brunettes or blondes?" She couldn't help it. The urge to flirt every time they spoke was too high and wanting to distract him from the heat, Troian reached for material she knew would get him to smile. "If you say blondes, I'm leaving you in here and telling them to crank the heat up even more." Her lips split into a full, playful grin and her gaze lingered a little on his chest before she directed her attention back to his face.

Keegan huffed. This didn't seem like cleansing to him, it felt like torture. He felt sweat dripping in the most random places and with this robe still on, it felt even more hot in there. "I really just want to take this robe off completely because I feel like I'm suffocating," he muttered. When she said to undo it a little and she wouldn't grab Keegan Jr., Keegan laughed. "If I recall correctly, you mentioned having hands that could help out Keegan Jr.," he said to Troian, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. "I would probably spill anything because I'm so agitated in here," he groaned. When she asked him blondes or brunettes, Keegan smirked. "Bl-brunettes," he said, winking at her. "That would be so mean! You wouldn't do that. Then you'd put me in danger," he said, kicking her foot playfully.

Troian arched her eyebrow as Keegan teasingly went to say blondes, her mouth falling open in playful shock and then she nodded smugly as he gave her the answer she wanted. "If /I/ remember correctly, you told me you'd think about letting me see you naked again. Whose the one delaying it, Keegs? Not me." Her words spilled out in a sing song voice and she kicked his foot back, shrugging her shoulders with a smile still on his face. "Oh, I'd do just about anything to keep you in line." Raising a palm to wipe at her temple, Troian wanted to stay in the sauna more only to further agitate her easily flustered Keegan, but even she was beginning to grow a little too slick with sweat. Rising up, Troian made sure she was covered so nobody could get a free peek at the goods and pulled Keegan up, over to the doors. "Let's see if we can go do something that doesn't cause you to melt like a popsicle." She wiped some moisture off his brow, cupping his cheek and smiled at him before exiting. She hoped this package included something that had her sinking into cold water - her body could definitely use it now.

Keegan laughed when Troian told him what he said once they had this discussing about him getting a handjob. "This is true, I did say that. Damn. Keegan Jr. is not going to impressed with my antics, delaying everything," he teased. "You wouldn't let me overheat to death! Don't be silly," he said, letting out a sigh of relief when Troian got up. "Thank god," he mumbled, not knowing how much more he could take. Thankfully the next thing they were doing was going into the pool which would be nice and cool. "Oh yeah, the spa pool is next. Perfect timing right?" He said while smiling. When she cupped his cheek and wiped some of the sweat off his brow, Keegan grinned and followed her towards the pool. This was what Keegan was waiting for, always feeling comfortable and happy when in a pool. "It's going to be tempting to swim around but the point is to relax so I guess I better stay still," he said while smirking. There were waterfalls in the pool which made it even cooler and when Keegan found the steps, he looked around before taking off his robe. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" He smirked before getting on. "Oh shit it's cold!"

Troian "Almost like fate," Troian laughed. She followed the signs that led towards the pool and stopped at the steps, watching Keegan de-robe and slide in. Was she still in the sauna? Because her body temperature still felt like it was escalating. Thankful she could blame the flush on her cheeks from the previous heat, Troian internally face-palmed at the fact that she /still/ acted like a teenager seeing Keegan naked. Licking her lips and sliding her robe off herself, Troian folded it neatly and then moved into the water. She hadn't skinny dipped in forever but it was one of her favorite activities, with the philosophy that nothing felt as pure as when you experienced it bare. Pushing her hair back and ducking underwear to cool her face, Troian came back up and sighed out in contentment, loving how good the water felt against her heated skin. "You going to survive? Need a little body heat?" Swimming up to him, Troian moved so that they were side by side and her shoulders brushed up against his. "I kind of want to see you swim again. You looked hot doing it on that game show." She smiled at him. "Where did this swimming obsession come from, anyways? It's like you're the merman to my mermaid."

Keegan leaned against the ledge once he was in the water, making sure to go underwater right away so that his whole body cooled down. It felt amazing and he ran his hands through his long hair before shaking it out and watching as Troian joined him. She was so stunning and Keegan couldn't help but stare at her naked body. He had seen it more times than he could count and it still took his breath away. "I think I might be okay for now, but the longer we're in here, the more I'll need body heat," he teased as Troian came closer to him. When she said she wanted to see him swim again, Keegan chuckled. "Then maybe I will. It's not like it's against the rules, right? Plus swimming naked is so freeing and amazing," he said. "I don't know, it was just a good way to start exercising and I got hooked on it. I lost nearly forty pounds just from swimming so it's been good for me."

Troian listened to Keegan talk, raising her eyebrows at the mention of the forty pound loss. She didn't know how to feel about that - she didn't think Keegan needed to lose any weight, and weight loss was always a tricky subject for her to think about..but Keegan looked good, and he seemed healthy and happy so that was all that mattered. "Good," she finally spoke and smiled at him. "I wouldn't mind a free show." Her fingers squeezed one of his arms playfully, her nails edging into the flesh of his muscle and Troian locked eyes with Keegan before propelling her arms backwards so she could swim away from him. "I get to see the butt." Giving Keegan a cheeky grin, Troian moved her fingers through her now wet and tangled locks and floated up and down in the water, growing a little cold now but not wanting to miss the chance to unabashedly check out Keegan for even a few minutes. Her appreciation of his physical appearance had never been something she was shy about and when he looked as good as he did, Troian enjoyed telling him. She gave a low wolf whistle, playfully cat-calling him and grinned. "Show off for me."

Keegan chuckled when Troian said she wouldn't mind a free show, causing him to roll his eyes playfully. "I bet," he teased, winking at her. He blushed slightly when she mentioned getting to see his butt, letting out a sigh. Keegan started at one end of the pool and dove into the water, swimming underwater and making his way to the other side of the pool without coming up for air. It was something he had been working on and now that he was swimming so much, he was a pro at it. He started doing the same thing while heading back in Troian's direction and when he spotted her legs underwater, Keegan grabbed them playfully before coming up for air. "How was that?" He asked while smirking, slightly out of breath. "It's so much fun to swim. This water feels a little bit slimy though from all the oils they put it in to soothe your skin."

Troian bit her lip, smiling as Keegan agreed to swim and leaned her back against the pool wall as she watched him. His long hours of doing so showed; he was effortlessly graceful in the water, his arms pumping and his body moving swiftly underneath so that he could hit the edges of the pool and then flip back to meet her again. She had always liked to playfully proclaim that she had been a mermaid in a past life and if she had, Keegan was definitely the merman. She saw him moving closer and closer to her and even though his hand darting out to grab her legs was expected, Troian still let out a little squeal of surprise and was grinning as he came back up. "Very sexy," she laughed and reached her fingers out to push his wet curls away from his eyes. "Thank you for indulging me. Let me-" Speaking of oils, his skin was slick with them and Troian dabbed a little at something stuck to his temple before she pulled back. "You looked good," she concluded with a soft smile and then glanced over at the doors. "Think we should get out before somebody comes in and sees us, though?" She didn't know if the pool was booked exclusively for them or what but Troian didn't really fancy anybody else getting to see Keegan like this.

Keegan chuckled and shook his head when Troian said his swimming was sexy. She moved his wet curls out of his face which made him smile and when she told him he looked good, Keegan grinned. "Thank you," he said. "Yeah, we probably should. The last thing we need is some random stranger barging in on us. We're practically skinny dipping here," he laughed. Getting out of the pool, Keegan tried to air dry as best as possible before putting his robe back on. The day was coming to an end which he was sad about but at least he and Troian would feel more relaxed by the end of it and that was the goal. "The only thing left we have to do is the facial masks, which makes me sound like a total girl but I'm ready to have smooth skin on my face," he said to Troian while smirking. Going into the next room, Keegan and Troian were led to two tables to lay on while two people started applying the face mask to their faces, warning them to stay very still, something Keegan had trouble doing.

Troian nodded in agreement with Keegan, climbing out after him and reaching for her towel to wrap snugly around her frame. The material clung to her and she moved her wet hair over her shoulder, squeezing out the excess droplets and then looking over as Keegan described their last spa activity. She felt a twinge of disappointment that she'd have to say bye to him sooner than she wanted to; but she was just going to enjoy the last few moments of their afternoon out together. "Facial masks are not just for girls!" She argued, following him into the room. "They're very good for your skin and besides, it's just us in here. I won't tell a soul and I'll let you keep your very manly reputation." She winked at him and then leaned back on the table. Troian applied face masks to herself nearly every night, knowing that makeup constantly slathered on her face for work and events was damaging. She didn't want wrinkles by age forty. "I always feel like an alien or something," she told Keegan with clenched teeth. She couldn't move her mouth too much, not wanting the mask to crack and she peeked a glance over at him, unable to resist giggling. "You look funny."

Keegan nodded as Troian spoke. "I know, I know. But still! You don't see many men going around bragging about wearing a facial mask," he chuckled. "Thank you, I need to keep my reputation clear and very manly," he teased. Now that the face mask was applied to his mask, Keegan felt so weird, especially since it made his face feel heavy and hard. He couldn't talk in it either since it could crack so now he was just laying on the table and staring at the table. Troian muttered something about him looking funny and he rolled his eyes playfully, not wanting to ruin it. When it was time for it to be taken off, Keegan groaned at this discomfort. He was excited to feel his skin afterwards but the pain to get it off was almost making him wish he didn't do this. "Man, and girls do this daily? How?" He said while shaking his head. "My skin is so soft now," he said as he stroked his cheek, reaching out to touch Troian's.

Troian The removal of the mask was never Troian's favorite part, it actually burning her skin to do so. It was like somebody super glueing it to your face and then chipping it off. She kept silent though, just biting down on her lip hard as it was removed and then breathed out slowly as it was finally done. "Same," she chuckled and her cheeks flushed under Keegan's touch. With the aestheticians having left the room, it was just the two of them and the moment felt oddly vulnerable and intimate. "Is my skin soft?" She asked him, smiling slightly at the feeling of his digits on her cheek.

Keegan smiled while staring into Troian's eyes. "Yes, very soft," he said, moving his fingers against her cheek gently. He then pulled his hand back and cleared his throat, tightening the soft belt on his robe and realizing that they'd have to change back into their clothes now. "I'm gonna miss this robe, it's nice to wear when completely naked underneath," he said while smirking. He went into the changing room to put his clothes back on, hanging up the robe and meeting Troian outside so they could start making their way back to the hotel. "Any plans for the rest of the day? I think I'm going surfing with Tyler in a little bit which should be fun."

Troian flushed darker as Keegan mentioned being naked underneath it. She /knew/ he was but - still. "Thanks for the mental images you've given me today," she wanted to call out after him but she kept her lips pressed shut. Simply staring at the back of him and then turning around, heading back into her room and pulling her clothes back on. She folded up the robe neatly and was just re-doing her hair in a wet braid when he met up with her. Wrapping the elastic around the end of her braid, Troian smiled at him and then began to walk towards the hotel once more with him. "No," she shook her head. "I think I'm just gonna crash in my room for a bit. This spa made me all zoned out. I hope you have fun with Ty, though." She stopped at the front of the main entrance doors, tugging up her tank strap and then leaned forward to press a light kiss against his lips. Short, sweet and to the point. "Thanks for everything today, Keegs. You always make me feel so special."

Keegan smiled softly and nodded. "Good, it was supposed to get you all relaxed so now taking a nap will make it even better," he said. "Thank you, I'm sure I will," he said, excited to hang out with one of their cast members. He was caught off guard when Troian leaned in to kiss him but he didn't mind one bit, smiling afterwards. "You're welcome, I had a great time. I'll see you tomorrow. For Colton's birthday," he pointed out, glad that they would be going together. "Have a good rest of the day, T."

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