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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Tied To Me - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

Prompt 104: “Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Prompt 106: “Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

About/Requested: Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred you’re out of his league, when you get home - you’re in for the night of your life.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving).

"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.

He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.

"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.

"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."

Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.

You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.

Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.

"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."

Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.

"Fred-"

The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.

"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.

"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.

The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"

Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.

"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.

The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.

"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.

You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.

"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."

You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.

Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."

The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.

"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"

"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"

"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"

Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.

Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."

You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.

"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"

"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.

"My Treat"

This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.

Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.

Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peter’s voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.

“You’re too bloody good for him!”

“You’d be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.”

“I bet you’ll make a brilliant mother!”

“You’re punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?”

“If I were you I’d propose already - before someone else snatches her.”

You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.

“Please talk to me,” you said softly “I don’t like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.”

Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.

“Please, Fred.”

Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.

“I’m embarrassed, Y/N, I’m irritated, I’m pissed off.”

You nodded and stared at Fred’s chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.

“You shouldn’t be, Muggle money isn’t the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-”

“If you like him that much you should’ve gone home with him instead of me then.” He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.

“Fred, I don’t understand why you’re in such a grump, you don’t need to be embarrassed, shit happens-”

“I’ve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that I’m not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.

“I see how it is” he spoke out “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh don’t be stupid Fred! I’m not with you for your money, you know that!” you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.

Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.

But you did it anyway, and Fred couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“You know what” you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit “you’re right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!”

Fred’s eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.

“Is that what you want?” he glared “another man fucking you?”

Fred’s hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.

“I never said that-”

“But you were implying it, weren’t you?”

“Freddie-”

Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fred’s touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.

Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.

You reached down and started to caress Fred’s hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.

Taking Fred’s large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger “get on your knees” he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.

“Go on, suck my cock, love.”

You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fred’s moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.

“Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good.”

You pushed yourself and took more of Fred’s length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.

“That’s it, choke on my cock that’s sliding down your throat.”

Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.

You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.

“Fred” you breathed “I didn’t mean what I said, you don’t have to prove yourself to me-”

“I don’t care” Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him “sit down and fuck me.”

You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.

Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.

Your fingers got tangled in Fred’s messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fred’s cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.

“Freddie” you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched “oh Freddie!”

Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evan’s or Peter’s made him feel really fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.

Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didn’t fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.

“Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Looking down you could see the outline of Fred’s length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.

“You’re so deep inside me” you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.

Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didn’t know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.

Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.

Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fred’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.

Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

“Maybe you should” you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldn’t keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body “that way you’ll be tied to me forever.”

Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race “Tied to you...” he breathed “fuck!”

As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldn’t, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.

“I’m going to cum!” he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.

You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fred’s length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldn’t hold back.

You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m - I’m cumming!”

His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.

You wiped your lips and climbed into Fred’s arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.

“I’m tied to you, Fred.” you muttered “always have been, always will be, I only want you,” you reassured him.

Fred wrapped his arm around you “I’m tied to you too, my love” he muttered softly, kissing your head.

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kaijudyke · 3 years

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hello my friends! as you may or may not be aware i have a healthy obsession with the ballad of tam lin, and today i would like to talk to you about the abundance of parallels between tam lin and star trek deep space nine s02e22 the wire! i will be summarizing the ballad for you so you do not need to be familiar with it! strap in for a long analysis and join me under the cut 💖

1. a summary of the ballad in broad strokes

(all excerpts in this section from child 39A)

tam lin is a scottish folktale about a young woman named janet who goes to the forest of carterhaugh, which is known to be guarded by a fairy called tam lin.

O I forbid you, maidens a', That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there.

(janet is aware of this, and goes anyway. one of my favorite running themes in the ballad is janet being incredibly headstrong and cocky.) she picks a few roses, he appears and tells her to stop, she stands up to him, and they end up sleeping together (and, ostensibly, falling in love). she returns home to her father's castle pregnant. her father and the other men at the castle are very concerned about her pregnancy, but she defies them and tells her father that this is her own responsibility and that she'd rather be with tam lin than any human nobleman:

If that I gae wi child, father, Mysel maun bear the blame, There's neer a laird about your ha, Shall get the bairn's name. If my love were an earthly knight, As he's an elfin grey, I wad na gie my ain true-love For nae lord that ye hae.

janet goes back to carterhaugh to pick abortifacient herbs and terminate the pregnancy, since she believes she and tam lin will never be able to be together. tam lin reappears and asks her to stop, and she asks him to tell her more about himself (in many versions she asks him if he's a christian), looking for any reason not to give up on him:

"Why pu's thou the rose, Janet, Amang the groves sae green, And a' to kill the bonny babe That we gat us between?" "O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin," she says, "For's sake that died on tree, If eer ye was in holy chapel, Or christendom did see?"

he tells her that he's human like her, but was taken by the fairy queen as a child. he also says that the fairies pay a tithe to hell every seven years, and he's worried this time they're going to sacrifice him. he tells her how to save him: she must be at miles cross at midnight on all hallow's eve, when the fairies ride by, and she must pull him down from his horse and hold on to him as the fairies change his shape several times.

"They'll turn me in your arms, lady, Into an esk and adder, But hold me fast, and fear me not, I am your bairn's father. "They'll turn me to a bear sae grim, And then a lion bold, But hold me fast, and fear me not, And ye shall love your child. "Again they'll turn me in your arms To a red het gand of airn, But hold me fast, and fear me not, I'll do you nae harm. "And last they'll turn me in your arms Into the burning gleed, Then throw me into well water, O throw me in with speed. "And then I'll be your ain true-love, I'll turn a naked knight, Then cover me wi your green mantle, And hide me out o sight."

(the exact details of the transformations vary between versions, but some of the most common shapes he has to go through are adder, newt, lion, hot coal, and burning iron. if you're interested in the variations, i highly recommend this page!) once the transformations are done, he instructs her to wrap him in her green cloak, after which the fairies won't have a claim to him anymore. janet follows his instructions and successfully saves him, much to the dismay of the fairy queen.

2. janet, julian, and their relationships

whichever version of tam lin you are reading, janet is a character with a ton of agency. she has no qualms about encroaching on tam lin's territory (in fact she tells him in no uncertain terms that the forest is hers), and there is some indication that she might have gone to carterhaugh specifically because she wanted to sleep with tam lin; she's said to be wearing a green dress, and since the color green was associated with the fae, wearing green to a fairy wood is pretty clearly inviting their attention. (in medieval literature, green was also sometimes associated with love and sex.)

it's not hard to draw a parallel between janet's decision to pursue tam lin despite the danger he represents and julian's immediate fascination with garak in past prologue even though (or rather because) he suspects him to be a spy. also of note is that janet and tam lin's relationship begins with an argument, where her willingness to challenge him seems to be what draws him to her. one of my favorite retellings, by james p. spence, emphasizes this:

‘I'm here tae guard these woods, tae see that naebodie nor nothing disturbs their peace.’ ‘An was it ma father that gave ye such a job?’ ‘Naw it wasnae.’ ‘Weel, there ye are then. It should be you that's asking ma permission tae set foot in these woods, because it is ma father that owns them.’ Then the young man's face rose up intae a smile that seemed many a long year since it was last there. (scottish borders folk tales, james p. spence, p. 114-115)

i'm sure i don't need to tell you that this is reminiscent not only of garak and julian's fondness for debate but of the way cardassians show romantic interest. more than that, though, i think there's something to be said for the way these relationships are treated by other people in the characters' lives. janet's father and his knights are troubled by her pregnancy, and they clearly think she should be with a normal, respectable man, preferably one of said knights, given that she feels the need to remark "There's neer a knight about your ha / Shall hae the bairnie's name." (child 39I) in the wire, when julian tells jadzia he wishes garak would trust him, she replies "why should he? it's not like the two of you are really friends." julian's friends do not understand why he spends so much time with garak—a cardassian, a spy, an outcast, someone who can't be trusted.

in both cases it's easy enough to see where they're coming from; being pregnant out of wedlock with a fairy's child is certainly not an ideal situation for a young noblewoman to find herself in, and it's remarkably foolish for a starfleet officer to have regular lunch dates with someone he believes to be an enemy spy. but janet and julian are both stubborn, and more interested in what's adventurous and exciting than what's good for them. (remember that, like janet knowingly going to pick roses in a forest guarded by fairies, julian wanted the position on ds9 because he wanted to try his hand at "frontier medicine"; misguided as he may have been, his thirst for adventure is the reason he's even on the station to begin with.)

3. fairyland, the obsidian order, and enabran tain

in the ballad, tam lin is abducted by the fairy queen when he's a child. she takes him to a magical realm where he feels no pain and is far removed from human worries.

And we that live in faeryland, No sickness know, nor pain, I quit my body when I will, And take to it again. (j. holm, verse 32)

garak has been enabran tain's protégé since he was very young. as an operative of the obsidian order, he's been trained to be cool under pressure, to play his cards close to his chest, and to avoid sentimentality and attachment. the plot of the episode hinges entirely on a device implanted in his brain that keeps him from feeling pain. to save his life, julian has to remove the implant, metaphorically rescuing him from fairyland and the influence of the queen who stole him away from the human world. the fairy queen is very possessive of tam lin and very disdainful of his feelings for janet; in many versions of the ballad, after janet successfully rescues him, the fairy queen remarks that if she'd known this would happen, she would have plucked out his eyes and replaced them with wood, or taken his heart and replaced it with stone.

"But had I kend, Tam Lin," said she, "What now this night I see, I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een, And put in twa een o tree." (child 39A, verse 42) 'Had I but kend, Thomas,' she says, 'Before I came frae hame, I had taen out that heart o flesh, Put in a heart o stane.' (child 39B, verse 41)

much like tain tried and failed to mold garak into the perfect emotionless spy, the fairy queen very literally wants to remove tam lin's ability to feel love, because his emotions make him harder for her to control, and in the end are what lead him to escape her clutches entirely. garak and tam lin are both saved by the same thing: their transgressive love for their rescuer, and the fierce, unconditional love they receive in return.

4. hold me fast and fear me not

the central event of the tam lin ballad, of course, is the transformation scene. i'm sure it's what makes the ballad stick in people's minds; it certainly is for me. there's something so deeply romantic about the phrase "hold me fast and fear me not," and about the idea of loving someone so much that you'll hold on to them even as they turn into a beast in your arms. the wire doesn't have as literal a transformation scene as tam lin, but i would argue that it certainly has one.

after julian removes garak's implant (which we can equate to pulling tam lin down from his horse), garak goes through withdrawal. he becomes, by turns, depressed, and angry, and spiteful, and violent. throughout the episode, we see him try to drive julian away. he refuses his help; he insults him; he tells him contradictory stories about his past, all designed to shock him; when none of this succeeds at discouraging him, he physically lashes out.

julian, however, doesn't budge. he isn't fooled by the shapes garak contorts himself into. he takes every change in stride, never wavering in his determination to save him. every person garak claims to be, julian accepts. like janet defying the fairy queen for love of tam lin, he goes as far as to enter cardassian territory and seek out enabran tain in order to save garak's life. when he believes he's about to die, garak tells julian he needs to know that someone forgives him; "i forgive you," julian says, "for whatever it is you did." whatever kind of beast garak is—whatever kind of beast tain has turned him into—julian will not let go of his hand. he will hold him fast.

He grew into her arms two Like iron in hot fire; She held him fast, let him not go, He was her heart's desire. (child 39D, verse 31)

the basic structure of these stories is the same: the main character finds out that the person they love is in immediate danger due to something they went through when they were younger, which fundamentally changed them as a person and is also keeping the two from being together. unwilling to lose their love, they brave the wrath of a powerful villain who's controlled this person's life for a long time. there are undeterred by the frightening changes the person goes through. in the end, they are victorious, and their beloved is free.

5. my dear doctor, they're all true

a closing statement: tam lin is a folktale. like any folktale, there are many, many versions of it, often contradicting each other. there is no definitive version of tam lin (though child 39A may be the most famous). you're free to read every available version of the story, finding meaning not only in the most commonly reoccurring themes, but also in which parts of the text speak to you. like garak's contradictory stories about his life, while it's hard to say whether any one element is true, every element tells you something—about the story, or about the person who tells it. my view of these story parallels is heavily influenced by my own personal interpretation of, and feelings about, the ballad. as it should be.

#star trek #deep space nine #ds9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #garashir #julian bashir #elim garak #talk tag #trek talk tag #i feel like i sound very pretentious in this but fuck it i am pretentious

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brattyfics · 3 years

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drunk dialing | writer wednesday

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!OFC

Summary: Angel's ex-girlfriend gives him a call one night when she has too much to drink.

Tags: Angst, Toxic!Angel, Unresolved Feelings, Alcohol Consumption.

Word Count: 1.5k

1:16.

“She doesn’t need anymore.”

The words barely register over the hustle and bustle of the packed sports bar. Basketball reruns play on the television, old school r&b blaring over the loudspeakers. The bartender takes one look at Summer and the way her frame is slumped over just slightly, the way her dark brown eyes have glazed over, and nods his agreement. From their places on barstools, her friends thank him, not-so-subtly sneaking glances at Summer from the corners of their eyes. She can’t bring herself to care. They don’t understand. She’s drowning in the liquor but also an ocean of misery. The waves steadily pull her down further at each turn.

No one understands, so she takes special care to savor the dark amber liquid as it burns her from the inside out.

2:29.

Last call in the state of California is 1:30 am for any establishment that sells alcohol. Businesses like the bar that so graciously hosts Summer and her friends can stay open later, and they usually do. Most patrons abide by state law, using the time to sober up by stuffing themselves with greasy foods-- pizza, fries, chicken wings. Instead of drinking, they make plans to come back and meet up with the strangers they have become fast friends with or say goodbye to their college buddies in town for the weekend.

If You Think You’re Lonely Now plays as patrons began to shuffle out. Summer hums along.

If you think you’re lonely now, huh

Wait until tonight, girl (If you think you’re lonely now)

I’ll be long gone (You just wait until tonight girl)

And you’ll never find another man that’ll treat ya’ right

And then there are the lonely.

The ones at the bar every evening without fail, using it as home in place of the one they lack. They slide the servers bribes, crisp and crumpled twenty dollar bills across the bar top. She watches with tired eyes as they slide shot glasses back in exchange. Summer thinks she would try her luck if it weren’t for the mother hens watching over her with careful eyes. Her friends-- Aliyah, Jasmine, and Nia already think she’s a ticking time bomb. The last thing she needs to do is give them the ammunition they need to call her an alcoholic.

3:34.

It takes a while for the bar to clear out. Nia has to use the bathroom at the last minute, complaining about it being filthy when she returns. Jasmine mutters an obviously while Summer pitifully sips the last remnants of her drink. The melted ice cubes ruin it, she can’t taste the bourbon at all, but every little drop counts, right?

Summer refuses the hand offered to her by Aliyah as they stumble out into the parking lot. Aliyah hovers with her arms poised to catch her just in case. Nia absentmindedly plays a card game on her phone behind them, and Jasmine heads up the group, her keys noisily jingling as she swings them back and forth. She’s the designated driver and the only one sober enough to drive.

It’s a typical summer night in California, dry but cold and windy, so they quicken their pace. With every step, Bobby Womack’s crooning is stuck on replay in Summer’s mind. The lyrics resonate with her…

When it’s cold outside who are you holding?

...and she’s about to voice her thoughts when she sees it.

“Is that a phone booth?!” The words come out more hysterical than probably they should. Sure, it’s been like ten years since she’s seen one in person, and she didn’t know they still existed, so she’s a little excited and a lot drunk, but it’s just a phone booth. One that’s narrow and brightly lit in the midnight blue of the night. Aliyah, who forgot her glasses at home, squints at the white blob until she can make out its shape.

“I think it is.” She sounds a little mystified herself, and that’s all the encouragement Summer needs in her state. One minute she’s cheesing wide, and the next, she’s sprinting across the street towards the phone booth, giggling and tugging her short dress down the whole way.

The girls yell after her, but she tunes them out, snatching the ice cold phone off the hook. She’s even more enamored when she pulls the heavy metal to her ear and hears the dial tone.

It works!

High heels click loudly behind her. Summer turns just in time to see the girls come to a stop behind her, out of breath and unamused. Jasmine leans over and rests her forearms on her knees. “What the hell?” She hisses, glaring daggers at her friend. Summer ignores her, punching the chunky silver buttons like she’s in a trance. Even inebriated, she knows them by heart. One number after the other, she dials the one person she knows she shouldn’t.

Angel Reyes.

She vaguely registers her friends telling her to put the phone down. She knows that she’s making a mistake, but the armor she wears to protect herself from the world is too heavy. She strips it away, her inhibitions lowered. All she wants is him.

Ring...

“She’s been drinking. We should do something.” Sweet Aliyah is always the voice of reason. Nia sounds bored and over the situation. “This is so dumb.” Jasmine tugs on her arm. “Come on. You’re drunk.”

Ring…

“There’s no harm in a phone call, right?” Aliyah says, but her voice is shaky. She’s wrong, and they all know it.

Ri--

“Hello?” The reception is shitty, and the volume in the earpiece low, but with one word, Summer’s hooked all over again. She doesn’t say anything for several moments, the sound of her harsh breathing the only thing that transmits. There’s a long, tense moment where Summer tries to convince herself to hang up, but then Angel says, “Baby, is this you?” She hates the sob she releases into the phone from the simple words. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth to quiet the sound. Her girlfriends freeze, unsure of what to do.

“Y-yeah, it’s me.”

“You been drinking, mami?”

“Maybe.” Summer sways, and Aliyah is there, using her arm to prop her best friend up. It’s a silent act of support, a reminder that Angel isn’t and shouldn’t be the center of her universe. She has supportive friends, a loving family. She doesn’t need him.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” She doesn’t need him, but she’s tempted to tell him to meet her back at Jasmine’s place. It’s only a ten-minute ride from his place, five minutes if he speeds the way she knows he does.

Speeds the way he did when she caught him at Vicki’s with Adelita. He had been acting shady for months, whispering on the phone, keeping odd hours. She had felt like a crazy woman when she put the tracker on his bike, but her intuition was validated when she saw his location. She followed him, expecting to find him with one of Vicki’s girls. Instead, she found him there with Adelita and her protruding belly, rubbing it with his large, ringed hands like a doting father. Like they were some happy fucking family.

Summer had nearly lost her mind, knocking over furniture, breaking bottles from behind the bar. Luckily for them, EZ caught her wrist and restrained her. The sight of Angel shielding that woman, protecting her when he hadn’t protected her feelings, was ingrained in her mind. Realizing that all the men she regarded highly and looked up to as older brothers and uncles had been lying, and helping Angel hide his cheating, was something she would never forget.

Being betrayed like that should have been enough to make her stop loving him, but... it just wasn’t. Summer often found herself wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she pine after a man that hurt her so badly? Sure, Angel’s handsome, and funny, and sweet, and really, really good in bed, but he’s not good. Not for Summer.

She sniffles into the phone, “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you.” She tries to will the words to be true, but the tears gliding down her face tell a different story.

“Why call me then?”

“Too much liquor.”

He snorts out a laugh but then pauses as if considering something. “Yeah, me too.” Summer swears she can make out the sound of Gilly shouting something in the background, but maybe she’s so drunk that she’s imagining things. Maybe she’s making it all up in her head because she longs for their relationship back. She always finds herself back at square one when it comes to Angel, wishing things could go back to how they were, that she could erase all the bad and keep all the good.

You see the night's the time when the needs come out

When your needs come out to breathe

And the jonesing starts and there ain't no way you can sleep, ooh

“You hurt me.” Summer doesn’t bother to hide her bitterness. She knows Angel won’t acknowledge the words because the only pain he can recognize is his own.

“Summer, why are you calling?” His voice has an edge to it this time. He’s daring her to make a decision, pick a side. Either she wants to be with him, or she doesn’t. His gruff tone, the callousness with which he says the words should make her want to turn away from him.

Instead, it makes her heart lurch.

She feels desperate to hold onto him, so she says, “'Cause I-I...I love you.”

Notes: The prompt is from @autumnleaves1991-blog Weekly Writing Challenge. Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT & Bobby Womack - If You Think You’re Lonely Now inspired this fic. Let's all pretend you don't have to pay to use a pay phone lol. Do you like to see moodboards/covers for fics? Please let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

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daisiesandshakes · 3 years

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Fanfic (William Shakespeare & reader)

Warning: light smut

Also warning: english is not my native language, but I hope you enjoy!

Words: about 2000 (wow... I am surprised by myself)

One step closer

It was a bad day. In your opinion it couldn't have been worse. Since nearly three weeks now you're helping Shakespeare with his new play. Your task was to take care of the costumes, stopping by for cleaning or darning them. But after a few days an actress catched a bad flue and William asked you to take her place.

You happily agreed to his wish. First everything went smooth, it was challenging but also fun. You liked to work with the other actors right away, enjoying their open and caring personalities, but the most important thing: You are able to spend time with Shakespeare.

At first you were only curious about him, you wanted to know more about the great mysterious William Shakespeare, who has left the mansion, and for sure you wanted to find out more about his work. The more time passed by, the more you could see your feelings change.

By this time it is impossible for you to face his glare without trembling legs or hundreds of butterflies in your stomach. William Shakespeare- the perfect gentleman, always treating you with respect and a gentleness that borders on adoration. Plus he is an extremly hard worker, fully dedicated to his plays, he is considerate and charming, he's got a fine sense of humor always making you smile, and his voice... oh you could spend hours only listening to him. In one or two rare moments you were even able to notice a softer, almost shy side at him and at that rare moments you knew you were lost. Helpless to his force of attraction like a planet to the force of gravity from a black hole.

You're really trying hard to hide that you're in love with him.

Who are you at all? Only a normal young woman who fell in love with one of history's greatest men. He deserves better than you. William deserves a woman who is as much talented and captivate as him. So you decided to admire and love him in secrecy.

But unfortunately those secret feelings for him happened to be the reason for your desaster today.

First William adjusted your new costume over and over again. You could feel his hands moving over your body and as he corrected the ribbons of your corset you were at your limit. You sensed his breath in your neck and there was no way to hide the tremble that rushed through your form. "Are you okay? Do you need something?" His enticing voice next to your ear... You almost blurted out 'You!"

With shaky words you explained you only forgot to eat proper this morning. He hummed at your words, then promised to offer after rehearse everything to you what you desire. Ah... Your mind spun.

Later he took place for one of his actors to show how the scene should look like. That ment he held you in his arms and whispered lovingly lines while looking straight into your eyes. You weren't able to remember your part anymore, you barely managed to stutter an excuse and asked embarressed for a small break. Not waiting for the answer you broke from the embrace and hurried off the stage - when the next drama happened.

You lost balance as your long dress stuck to the rail und you fell down the last stair. One of the actors helped you up and you assured quickly to be okay while realising the beautiful costume is ruined. Tearing up you fled the scene without looking back.

And now you're sitting on the chaise in the changing area, desperate, full of shame and tired of yourself.

Hot tears of frustration are spurting out as Shakespeare opens the door slightly. " May I come in?" He asks with a soft voice. A sobb leaves your lips and you try to wipe your tears away as soon as possible."Sure, William". He sits down next to you, trying to meet your gaze. But you are feeling ashamed, looking down, avoiding his eyes. "I.. I am so sorry for ruining the rehearse and the beautiful dress..." another tear rolls down your cheek. With two fingers under your chin Will lifts your head.

"There is no need to apologize, my brave maiden", he whispers and let you drown in his enchanting, mismatched eyes. You can't help it - more tears are spilling out and his other hand reaches up to wipe them away affectionaly. Will's face is so close to yours, you can feel his breath on your skin. He cups your face. "Tis is all my fault and my heart is bleeding with sorrow, knowing I did this to you". You frown. "I don't understand William... Why should my clumpsiness be your fault?"

Staring in your eyes, he sighs. "I know what your heart desires, my fair maiden. Now I know it for sure." His thumbs caress softly your cheeks. "The past days I could see a change in your glare when you looked at me.. and when you thought I wouldn't notice that your eyes are following me". In shock you're holding your breath and you could feel the heat rising in your face.

The playwright shows a small, almost shy smile "But.. I wasn't sure at first, you left me wondering what brought up tis change in your behavior. Mayhap I divined it and I only was afraid to let your very soul whisper to the solidified heart of mine, which didn't know how to respond anymore after so many lonely centuries." Will swollows hard "Sometimes I felt a bit confused about you..." he confesses.

"When I made a move upon you, you made a move backwards. Sometimes you took two steps. Then again I thought to glimpse the truth demand of your heart in your eyes. And the thought that it could be me what your heart desires made me weak."

At this point you're questioning reality and your eyes grow wide in disbelieve. Are you fantasizing? Could it be...?

"Yes, I am weak for you my fair maiden..." He continues in a whisper as if he can read your mind. He leans a bit closer, his forehead touching yours. "Tis weakness frightened me" his lips graces your eyebrows, then your cheekbones, a shiver runs down your spine. His lips feel so warm and soft... A whimper leaves your lips and you close your eyes.

"But at sudden my soul obtained greater fears to me." William's lips travel down, brushing your jaw. You inhale the scent of his silken hair and his shaving water. Your mind goes blank and your heart is beating so fast and hard now, you're afraid he can hear it.

"Not to see tis very expression in your eyes because of me anymore. Not having you around me anymore. Never being able to touch you..." Now he whispers in your ear, his lips touching your earlobe ever so slightly and you can't supress a moan. "As I knew my true fears and my deepest longing, I decided to force you to a reaction... And though I feel ashamed for doing tis to you... " William murmurs between tender butterfly kisses he places along your jawline. Shouldn't you be angry now with Shakespeare? But your mind wasn't able to create a reasonable thought and his alluring sing-song voice hypnotizes you. Forgetting everything else, you only want his touch and get lost in your love for him.

"Your oh so sweet, passionate reactions brought tis insecure heart of mine more joy I could ever imagine. For now there is no turning back... Nor for me, nor for you fair maiden."

He stops moving his mouth over your face and with a seductive voice he pleads "Look at me."

With intermittently breath you open your eyes to meet his stare and your heart flutters over the desperate, wanting glance.

"Would you forgive tis poor, troublesome sinner?" Barely able to speak you manage somehow to whisper:"How can I not forgive you, Will? I love you so much."

Moving his fingers through your hair he grabs the back of your head, his eyes now dark and full of pleasure. " To grace me with those words.. they make me dizzy with desire..."

Again Shakespeare leans in closer, his burning eyes glued to your mouth. "And would you allow tis poor sinner who loves you insanely, wildly and infinitely to taste your lips...?"

Your heart misses a beat. Maybe two. This time you skip the answer, pulling him at his collar into a kiss.

William lets out a moan of surprise, throwing his arms around you, pressing your body against his. The kiss grows fast deeper as you feel his tongue flickering against your lips, begging for entrance. Obeying his wish, you let his tongue slip inside and the world around you stops existing.There was nothing you could do but moan into his kiss helplessly. Feeling his demanding tongue pushing in deep, then teasingly intertwinning with yours, while his hands endlessly caress the curves of your body, ruins every yet existing rest of reason. The uprising heat in your veins burns to a point of hurt and starts a raging fire from your belly down to your inner thighs.

Suddenly William breaks the kiss, pulling your head to his chest, where you can hear his speeding heartbeat. "We should stop here my fair temptress, or else I won't be able to hold myself back anymore."

What? No no no... now that you've got a hint of the taste of everything you were craving for the last days, you have no intention to stop so soon. Your body still humming with pleasure you cling to his shoulders and leave a trail of small kisses from his collarbone up to his neck. Rubbing his cheek against yours he whines "Ah my godess, my temptress... " burrying his face at your neck he inhales your scent "You can't imagine how much I crave for your blood... it's calling me, singing alluring to me like a Sirene..."

As his tongue laves over your neck your form trembles and a lewd moan escapes your lips. He found one of your most sensitive spots. His grip at your body tightens. He brushes his soft lips over the spot again with a flickering of his tongue. You can feel your hips bucking at this sensation and you gasp.

"I can't... stand it, I can't resist.." Shakespeare's voice - so needy and trembling with passion.

"Bite me Will!" You blurt out. "I beg you, please bite me!" Does this desperate voice really belong to you?

William hesitates only a brief second, then he pushes your body down, then let his fangs sink into your delicate skin with a groan.

After a sharp but short prick waves of burning, unearthly passion roll through you over and over again.

This passion cannot be human, it sets your entire body immediatly on fire and your core clenches. You can hear Shakespeare crying out as loud as you, pressing his hips against yours. Crying and moaning you start to pass out, repeating his name like a mantra.

As you open your eyes again, William fondles with your hair, observing you with a glance so concerning and lovingly, it almost makes you cry.

"I am so, so sorry... I was too greedy.."

You smile at him. "Don't feel sorry Will, I am doing fine and... " You inhale sharp "and by all the gods, it was.. intense..."

You can feel your desire rising up again only by the thought of what happened before.

Shakespeare watches you with an intense stare, swallowing every reaction your body shows. His fingertips brush lightly over your lips before kissing you fiercly and senseless.

Then he pulls himself away.

He pants, placing a tender kiss on top of your head "I wish to seduce my godess in an adequate ambiance. So I'll take you now home with me, making sure I fulfill every wish and dream you can imagine... " he whispers seductively as he nuzzles his face in your hair. You both hold still for a few minutes, trying to calm down again, just enjoying to embrace each other. Unable to stop smiling, tears sting in your eyes. You can't remember that you felt happier anytime in your life.

Thank you for reading! 💝

Part 2

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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heiress - 5

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

a/n: more parallels between wanda and reader plus hayward being a bitch to reader. also pierce did not die during the winter soldier events in this universe. at this point this is called wanda and y/n collectively grieving over her how shitty their lives are.

previous chapter

The young woman held a small gun in her left hand, shooting the target at least 10 metres away from her with a mechanical precision, switching it to her right hand and achieving the same type of perfection and precision not even senior agents had. Yet, there she was, one of the newest SWORD recruits. Many people had opposed for her to join SWORD straight after escaping from HYDRA and the Red Room; however, Tyler Hayward had forced for her to become a new recruit. “Having Alexander Pierce’s daughter in our team will be an asset” he said and it somehow convinced all of SWORDs panel to take her in. She had nowhere to go after all, the Red Room will be after her in no time and she had no way to defend herself alone and so SWORD was her only option. An option she thrived under, being much more advanced than any junior recruit yet it was a far cry from what she wanted. She didn’t want to be an agent but that’s what she was, what she had been trained to do.

The trainer slowly blinked walking up to her and giving her a congratulatory pat on the shoulder which everyone could sense was filled of jealousy. She was thrown to the back of the line with someone else who also inspired jealousy in most recruits. Monica Rambeau, daughter of Maria Rambeau, the current SWORD director. They had never spoken too much other than orientation day where they introduced each other by their agent number.

- That was the coolest thing I’ve seen today. - she hide a childish smile as the next recruit started his training. - I’m Monica.

- Y/N. - she smiled and shook her hand. - Is it always like this?

- Most of time yeah. The trainers are dicks about it when you’re better than them.

- Men. - Y/N rolled her eyes, getting an understanding nod from Monica.

- Excuse me? - Tyler Hayward entered the trainee room, always dressed in a polished suit as if that would be of any worth in a fighting situation. - I’m sorry for disturbing but I need Ms. Y/N Pierce to accompany me.

Y/N Pierce. She always hated that name, even more than her code name. The mere thought that she had that last name, the name of one of the leaders of SHIELD was almost like a cruel curse on her. Everyone seemed to think of him as this all around saint yet she knew better; after all, if he had no reservations about submitting his daughter as a project and asset then he would have no reservation in hurting anyone else. SWORD had done their best to keep her existence a secret, not really allowing the connection to pass through but she knew he was looking for her and if he wasn’t the Red Room and HYDRA definitely were.

She shared a confused look with Monica before stepping towards Hayward who led her away from the room and into the hall. He didn’t stop to explain to her why she had been summoned, instead he just kept on walking and she took the lead to follow him, entering a blackened window filled hall. They stopped in front of a window which gave way into an autopsy scene. Y/N was used to seeing death, some would say she was born surrounding it; however, she was not prepared to see what was being shown to her. It was almost as if she were sleeping, her mother. Laid across the metal table with various doctors surrounding her, the HYDRA symbol branded onto her foot. She looked over to the side, hand over her mouth as she felt sick just to see it.

- Our intelligence believes HYDRA is trying to send a message and we don’t believe they won’t stop anytime soon.

- Was it fast? Did she suffer?

- Gunshot to the head. Quite merciful, really.

- Why are you showing me this?

- Well, HYDRA experimented on you but there is the possibility your “enhancements” might be genetic.

- What is that supposed to mean? Why did you really brought me here, Hayward?

- We need the next of kin’s permission to perform an autopsy and it seems that would be you, following your mother’s will.

- No. - she stepped back. - You’re not gonna tear my mother apart for a stupid hypothesis. No. You don’t have my permission

- We’re being kind enough to hide you from your father for no specific reason. You either accept it or we’ll be forced to hand you to SHIELD.

The night air was crisp and sharp as he sat on the swing next to hers. She hadn’t changed much other than her hair which was much longer but her face was still unblemished by the tragic unkindness of the world. After all it had been about 5 years since he last saw her and he hated the fact he had forgotten her. Somewhere, deep within himself he knew her mark was still there; he could still hear her voice in his dreams but he always chucked it to his mind crumbling under the pressure it had been under for so many years. Nevertheless, he had heard her voice plenty times, specially in Bucharest. It had haunted him from nights and nights on end; “Promise?” “Yes”, turns out it wasn’t someone he had killed but someone he had forgotten. Her of all people. It had come back all to him after that woman gave him the file. Her name alone, her lips telling him her name. He remember telling himself he would not forget him as they prepared him to go back in the blender and he did. He forgot about her but looking at her everything came back to him; the good and the bad. But the most of it was he remembered loving her, he still did, a feeling that had been dormant for a long while and suddenly awoke in him. Of course Bucky did not expect her to love him back, he didn’t blame her either. She was a good kid, too good even.

- Uhm ... are you enjoying it here? - she motioned her hands abstractly. - In the hex, I mean.

- It’s better than in hideouts with Sam and Sharon. - he chuckled dryly, looking up at the transparent yet red tinted dome. - I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. Sam is great, despite everything and Sharon ... Sharon has helped me so much, I owe her that.

- Oh ... - her heart dropped to her stomach as an ugly feeling took over her. Sure, Wanda would say it’s jealousy but she refused to admit it.

- What about you? I never really asked what you did after ... you know, IT.

- You can say the name. - she smiled at him yet it was voidless of any emotion, as if she were used to people tip toeing around the subject which they always did. - I became a junior recruit for SWORD until the blip then ... I was gone for a while but it didn’t hurt. It was almost like I was finally at peace and then I woke up and Hayward was director. He sent me and Monica to investigate the hex Wanda created, mostly to keep his own project a bay. Then we all ran off, got classified as fugitives. The rest is really not important.

- I don’t really think I need to tell you what I’ve been up to.

- You don’t ... most of it it’s my fault, anyway. - she got up from the swing once she noticed a purple light a few miles away from the limits of the hex. The back of her eyes started growing instinctively white. Bucky got up as he recognised her fighting stance, a hand safely placed upon her shoulder. - Go grab Wanda.

- Y/N ...

- Go grab her, now. - she stood there watching the purple light almost call out for her. Bucky chose to do what she said, the white mist involving around her fingers as she stepped towards the hex, fingers barely touching the wall.

Bucky rushed inside the building, hoping to reach Wanda before Y/N could do anything irrational. However, before he could find the newly named Scarlet Witch, she found him with one of her twins behind her waist. Her eyes were glowing red, almost similar to those Y/N had except those eyes looked desperate, worried even.

- Where is she? - she asked him with an ice like directness. - Where is she, Barnes?

- Outside. She told me to come get you.

Wanda rushed past him with a speed that he had never seen before and he only followed after her. The two stepped outside the building, towards the swing tree where Bucky had left Y/N, except, she wasn’t there anymore. No, he couldn’t lose her. Not again. Vision came after the two followed by Yelena and Monica who had been awakened by the twins; however, Wanda did not need their help. She approached the hex, just missing the purple glow as it entered the woods. Bucky tried to step up but Vision pushed him back.

- Y/N? - Wanda broke through the hex, shutting Bucky out as well as Vision. It was night time, dark and cold surrounded by the woods of the place they had chosen to hide from the world. Breaking dawn was so far away and even the tallest individual would’ve melted into the dark night. - Y/N!

- Are we not going to help them? - Bucky questioned back inside the hex, probably the most awake apart from the synthezoid and the former Red Room graduate.

- It’s a witch thing. - Yelena smirked before springing into action. - We should activate the hex’s protective system in case something happens.

- What about them? - Bucky once again interrupted, not receiving particularly kind looks from Yelena.

- They’ll be fine, Mr. Barnes.

Y/N on the other hand walked further into the confused and dark woods, holding her small trusted silver revolver which reflected the moon light onto its surface; yet most of the light came from behind her coloured eyes. She did not know exactly why they did that, it was almost as if they light up whenever she felt threatened. Whatever it was, it was there inside of her. She, of course, knew it was Agatha lingering around; however, she never got dangerously close to the hex. It was an unspoken truth between the witch and Wanda Maximoff yet there she was.

- God, dear, I thought I’d have to break into the hex to get to you. - Agatha showed up from the darkness, dressed in her typical black and purple palette as if she were royalty. - So, how are you deary? Still playing Queen Elsa? Is that fun for you?

- You’re trespassing.

- Come on, is that how you thank me for giving you Bucky Barnes on a platter? What else do you need to thank me? A love spell?

- Go away, Agatha. What do you want?

- I am trying to help you, just like I helped Wanda. I mean how old are you, sweetheart? Old enough for HYDRA and SWORD to realise you can do much more than just magic tricks. Making a whole room objects disappear? Now that, that was impressive. If I knew you were gonna do that, I would’ve brought Barnes into your life much much sooner. - she crossed her arms. - I think you and I are very similar. Much more similar than Maximoff to be completely honest. Where were the avengers when your father handed you over to a terrorist organisation? Constantly overlooked, underestimated, seen as nothing but your father’s daughter. I understand, Y/N and I can help you if you let me help you.

- I ... - she faltered her response, slightly lowering down her gun. - You can really help me?

- I know more about magic than everyone else, Y/N. I can train you, I can help you more than SWORD or Wanda Maximoff will ever help. I can even give you what you want the most. Barnes, a regular family, everything but a SHIELD recruit. A regular citizen and all I want is for you to give me my regular family.

- I can’t help you, Agatha.

- I don’t mean to cause any harm, Y/N. I’m not the villain, I just want my husband back and only you can give that to me. That’s all I want. It’s a small price to pay for your happiness. I can even take it away, your powers, I can take them away and then you will have what you want. Pretty sure Barnes still has some swimmers and if he doesn’t surely Wanda can get you some kids, she sure did well with getting herself some.

- Y/N! - Wanda’s voice broke through the two woman’s conversation. Agatha smirked, purple eyes replacing her regular blue ones. - Y/N!

- I think you need to make a choice, dear.

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Summary: “There’s an animated tone on her voice that worsens his mood. It’s close to eleven at night, they’re plotting an undercover mission, why the hell is she so cheerful?” -- Or Aizawa begrudgingly helps in a undercover mission and meets someone he didn’t anticipated. Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five Warnings: Reader is a hero involved in intelligence work, with a specific quirk. No other warnings, other than maybe talking about human and drug traffic? I’d like to pinpoint there’ll be canon-type violence and eventual smut. N/A: GUYS I’M AWFUL AT SUMMARIES BUT THIS IS GOOD. /// This is MY FIRST MULTI-CHAPTER FIC, omg you guys. I was going to go crazy and just publish the whole 20k in one go, but i’m a bit behind on the smut part, so I decided to go slow. Slow and steady wins the race, right? Like usual, thanks to @mixedhell for reading (and beta-ing) this and telling me it doesn’t suck!

All the light that illuminates the minimalistic decorated room is so clearly artificial that it hurts his eyes in a slow burn sensation that has his already diminished humor dropping several points. He already hadn’t wanted to be present for this meeting and now the nagging voice in his head is on an extensive rampant on how he was right and should have declined this specific consultation. Blinking repetitively to coach some kind of relief, Eraser Head is surprised to notice how many people are already present in the meeting. And even more when he notices the Chief of Police presence.

He sends a small nod of acknowledgment that is quickly returned. On his side is the police officer and on the other side of the room is Centipeder… and a woman he doesn’t quite remember having met, and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have forgotten such a presence. Dragging his eyes from her form, he forces himself to look at Centipeder, who seems to be starting the meeting.

“Now that all of us are present. Let’s begin.” While the mutant pro-hero is always polite and thanks Eraser for having agreed with consulting on this matter, he’s fast and right to the point. Eraser notes that Bubble Girl isn’t present, but quickly focuses on the explanation being given.

The former Nighteye Agency has been investigating some shady business about drugs and quirk-related human traffic, and the possibility of discovering a small shipment of enhancing drugs has been presented. Though they think it won’t be over thirty unities, it’s still thirty triggers in the streets and they’re concerned about how to manage the apprehension without hurting the intelligence operation they have invested so long on.

The Chief of Police nods along with the explanation and when Centipeder finishes, he’s the first to speak.

“I agree that any chance of getting our hands on any triggers before they’re on the streets is valid. That being said: how much is the chance of it hurting the current operation your agency has going on and what would our losses be if it happened.” It doesn’t go unnoticed by Eraser Head that both the Police Chief and the Pro-hero seem to risk glances over to the woman by the wall and Eraser concludes she must be involved in the intelligence operation.

“Our chances are very good, or this possibility wouldn’t be presented today. While we also agree very much on the matter about getting our hands on the triggers, we’ve been investing years in this operation and the risks would outweigh the good – since we’re almost closing a traffic ring that operates in three continents.” Centipeder explains calmly, his eyes glancing only slightly to the woman.

A small silence falls on the room like the rest of the people are expecting something.

“Don’t worry about the risks – if we conduct this correctly, there won’t be any.” It’s the first time she speaks and Aizawa swears someway he can feel her voice; like a caress, it scoots over his neck and slides through his ear like a velvety sense that creeps him out. He ponders if that’s her quirk – something about seduction and discretion going around in his mind. Maybe. After all, he’s no stranger to the concept of some quirks being used in the seduction kind of espionage and Eraser can definitely sense the appeal of someone like her.

If he adds it to the strange fact he doesn’t know her in any way, it seems even more likely.

She seems uncomfortable with the shift in attention, which prompts Centipeder to assume the leading of the meeting once again.

“We have a plan designed. We wanted your input in it.”

It’s a simplistic plan, if Eraser tries to be kind. It puts all of the pressure on the woman, that’s being called Dream for whatever reason, so he supposes that's either her nickname or hero name. She’s going to enter the club where the group they’ve been investigating has been conducting their business and slide her way into the negotiation with the power of charm and eyelashes, apparently. While Aizawa doesn’t doubt it can work perfectly, he’s skeptical about the whole thing. After she saunters her way into the negotiation and follows the suitcase with drugs, she’ll give Eraser a heads up about who to follow and he’ll make his heroic apprehension. Why it couldn’t be someone else? They didn’t want to involve the agency and Eraser has a low profile as a hero that when added to his quirk made him the better choice – it was that simple.

By all that mattered, he didn’t even needed to be a pro-hero at all – as long as he had his quirk. It was a bit… disheartening to be so coldly chosen. But, so was life. He lit his cigarette when no one objected to it and sucked a breath.

“It seems like you guys barely even need me.” He lets a breath out. “She’ll be the one doing all the work.” Eraser nods in the direction of the woman and somehow he swears he can feel her smirk creeping up on the back of his neck like a fucking curse. She’s bad news and he sucks a renewed wave of nicotine.

“Does that worry you?” Her voice is calm and collected but the sound of her voice is all the fucking shades of sultry sin. He does a double-take in her direction before he can take a hold of himself and is thankful that the attention of the other men in the room isn’t on him. Somehow, she doesn’t look anything like she sounds. She’s dressed normally in jeans, dark shirt with boots and jacket over it all. Her looks seem… forgetful. While Eraser is wondering, she’s smirking at him, and the feeling of impending doom cracks on him again. Damn. “I assure you that my work is reliable. I have been watching them for a long time. It won’t be a problem.”

“I would feel better in my position as a backup if we were more honest about ourselves.” He drags another breath of nicotine and feels somewhat better. Her eyes are on him and he swears he can feel them – on his face, his neck, down his arm… Despite himself, Eraser has never been a fan of strong eye contact but it dawns on him that it isn’t displeasing. It’s a strange feeling, but he’s begrudgingly okay with admitting to himself it isn’t a bad one.

“I’m sure we both know honesty isn’t very present in my line of hero work.” The connotation on hero is self-depreciative and makes him wonder. “But if it’s about my quirk and where I’ll stand on the operation, I’m sure we can talk about it more privately.” She sends a look to the Police Chief that is supposed to be apologizing but has him adjusting in his chair. “You understand the problem with revealing my quirk at any job I do, right, Sir?”

The Chief nods and Centipeder seems to be wondering about what to fucking do with his agent. Aizawa empathizes; muses about ending her playtime with a blink of an eye and is surprised with the discovery that he doesn’t want to. The smile she sends his way this time has a feeling of friendly secrecy that has his hands flying to lightly massage his eyes. She’s good.

The whole interaction is somewhat tiresome. He feels drained, but hasn’t really done anything. The thought that her quirk can have something to do with it passes through his mind while Centipeder recalls the attention of the trio.

“Well, since we all seem to be up to speed, we’ll leave Dream and Eraser to assert last details and organize the operation for this Friday.” Centipeder ends the meeting, but the Chief takes more than a few seconds to refocus and agreeing. While he’s getting up and quietly excusing himself to leave along the insectoid pro-hero, Eraser swears he listen to a small comment of “she’s that good, huh?”.

When Eraser looks at the woman again, his mouth seems to dry out. She’s close by the door, directly under an emergency light and looking stunning – long locks, beautiful lips and eyelashes over big, bright eyes. Damn. He thought her forgetful? How?

“Do you mind if we do the rest of the meeting over dinner? I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving.” She’s holding the door open for him and he sucks a smoke just to have something else to do than look at her while he walks over.

“Dinner? Where?”

“Don’t worry. I know a place.”

The “place” is a small bodega in the middle of a dirty street by the center. It’s clearly an inadequate place to be at night, with barely a single soul wandering the dirty streets, where commercial places are closed. He’s certain it can only maintain itself by appealing to regulars. That aside, the place itself is nicely clean, small, decorated with trinkets that make no sense unless mixed together in that messy, homely design. There are light bulbs and fairy lights and all the tables seem self-made, but with quality wood. The stalls are mismatched like the tablecloths. Putting it all together, it’s like a small home business that the owner was improving a bit at a time and it’s… oddly endearing.

“I knew you would like it.” She announces when they sit by one of the windows after she had ended her chit-chat with the owner about how things were going. The moment they entered, he had come by and happily greeted her. Aizawa doesn’t know what to make about their friendly interaction. With her line of work, what she seems to like or dislike can’t truly be trusted.

“I enjoy being away from crowds.” Eraser takes the moment to light another cigarette. She doesn’t seem to mind, since he’s been smoking since they left as a way to keep himself busy and focus on something else than… her. Now, with the woman right in front of him, there’s little he can do about it. He barely can remember the ride here – what she looked while driving, what she did on the elevator, or even the way she walked while coming to the place. It’s weird – he does remember looking at her from time to time and her looks are imprinted in his mind now that she’s in front of him, so… why?

“Are you uncomfortable?” She’s the first to break the small silence. Aizawa’s a bit lost in thought while musing about her features – the forgetful looks and the brazen ones, weirdly both in front of him. But, honestly, aside from the questions burning in his head, there’s little tension in him. It’s quite… fine.

“Why would I be?” Like on cue, something in the air itself around her seems to change in front of his eyes. There’s a perky shine in her eyes and an interesting appeal in the small, upwards curve of her lips. Her hair seems shinier, and so does her skin. It’s a bit unsettling, but even her bosom seems to be more noticeable and Eraser looks away while sucking a new breath of nicotine. He’s completely weirded out by the sudden change.

“Sexual tension.” She deadpans and her voice does that thing again. Where it creeps up his neck like fingers in a caress. While his blood runs a bit faster, the approaching doom Eraser feels with every second that extends in her presence quickly diminish it.

“It’s under control, don’t worry about me.” He’s displaying such a detached tone and unimpressed look - what some people may even call his every day face - that it makes him a bit proud, not letting her gauge any reaction from him. Another trip of the cigarette to his lips and he presses the more urgent matters. “Now, didn’t you mention organizing the last details?”

“It’s essentially about the limits of my quirk and things we need to take care before I go in.” She looks like a daredevil, her eyes boring in his like she’s expecting something. While her voice still has every bit the same influence, he’s more focused and somewhat less surprised by the sensation. The silence extends and there’s an amused smile in her lips when she reclines on the chair.

“You don’t seem so curious.” It’s a soft accusation, like a taunt, and in turn Aizawa just… looks at her. He muses if that’s what makes her unease. By this time, the owner comes back with a bottle of sake and green tea, puts two cups on the table and leaves. “You could just end it in a blink of an eye.” She’s pouring the sake on her cup; Aizawa accepts it with a nod and she pours a bit for him, too.

“I would prefer if you did it on your own accord, rather than force you to it.” That has her looking at him like he just surprised her and while he doesn’t know why, she sends him a tender smile.

Then, she changes completely.

It isn’t a gradual change, like her body starts shifting and then there’s a completely different person in front of him, no. It’s like a second pass and suddenly there’s someone different sitting in front of him. Nothing has changed, no time passes between the moment where she was somehow enticing and the moment where she… seems someone else. The brilliant hair isn’t the same as before, less shiny, messy and frizzy, shorter and… they’re of a deep color, paired with a lightly round face with tired eyes and still long lashes but none of the charming curve, none of the… weird shine.

Her eyes are… of a different shape. Her lips are a bit chapped, no lipstick, even if they’re still… nice? He’s not sure what to say about it. She’s still somewhat attractive, but it’s like a filter has been removed between what she was and what she seems like now. He notices her body seems to fill more of her clothes. He’s also glad to notice her bust is normal, the attraction pull it had before gone.

It barely takes a second for the new image to dawn on him, but minutes go by while Eraser notices her, every little bit of detail that was different and now is presented to him. When the silence extends into an uncomfortable feeling, she breaks it.

“Damn, I thought it would draw a better response than this.” Her smile curves into a bit of an annoyed one. He huffs out a puff of smoke he didn’t realize he had dragged in.

“Illusion quirk? Those are rare.”

“Nope.” She takes the sake to her lips and Aizawa catches himself watching it sliding down her throat. …What? “It’s more mind-oriented.”

“Aren't you altering my perception?” He questions, his right arm supported on the chair on his side while he lazily scoots back in the chair he’s sited.

“Yes. But not by an illusion or anything alike, I’m essentially hacking your brain.” Her expression is… cheerful, pretty lips in an upwards motion and bright eyes looking expectantly at him. Like she’s very satisfied with her analysis, despite the fact he’s certain she must have done this explanation hundreds of times. Aizawa does not share her high spirits.

“You’re… what?”

“I can alter the perception of people close to me.” She loses a bit of the weirdly animated vibe she was wearing and it pleases him. His cigarette is coming to an end on his fingers. When he doesn’t speak, she just continues her explanation. “Essentially, I can change what you think you’re seeing; make me-- or others, more thin, tall, blond with blue eyes, foreign… The possibilities are endless. I can make you think you smell something, feel something.” Her voice drops an octave and it has him squirming upright in his chair. “I can change your senses – touch, vision, sound, smell…and taste.”

“That’s why they call you Dream.” It wasn’t a question. With a power like that, that was exactly what she could become. Suddenly he understands the sultriness of her voice, the appeal of her looks. While it wasn’t exactly what would make him do a double-take, it certainly was… something. “How do you do it?”

“Now, that’s too much information you don’t truly need for this case.” She waved her hand while dismissing his question. Maybe it was hormonal? Bio-chemicals in the air? It didn’t depend on contact, clearly. Maybe strictly psychological? Eraser thought about the possibilities. “I can see you’re musing about it, good luck.”

The owner shows up again, two steaming hot bowls of ramen being set in front of them. It smelled amazing and looked good too – and he questions himself if that was true, his eyes darting to her on cue. She was already slurping carefully, blowing air on it before eating with a pleased look on her face.

“Best ramen ever.” She murmured while tasting a mouthful, looking up to him and trying a smile. The exchange was… He wasn’t sure. After the first bite, Eraser was quick to talk.

“Psychogenic powers are even rarer.” She simply shrugs and keeps eating, content. He eats a bit too, agreeing that it tastes very good. That’s why the place even has regulars; they aren’t coming back for the tacky embellishment. After some moments, she goes back to business.

“The video cameras have to be taken care of. While I can alter perception, I’ll look the same on video and to those watching it. My identity can’t be risked, for obvious reasons.”

“Can’t you do something about them?” Aizawa deadpans. She looks at him with an arched eyebrow that has him feeling judged.

“I could, but you mentioned thinking the plan was too much me-oriented. Wanna throw that on my plate too?”

“Fair enough.”

“They don’t have someone watching it, it’s merely for show. There are several men spread around the club, mingling with the clients, providing ‘safety’.”

“Anything else?”

“I’ll leave with the man that’ll take the drugs. Where do you prefer doing the apprehension? His house? Car?”

“We can’t do it close to the club, or it’ll spook the seller. You could fake some problem inside his car and then I’ll intervene? Let’s do our best to look unrelated.” She mused about it and seemed to agree.

“Yeah, I can make a scene. That’ll have some consequences later on, but I’ll deal with it then.”

Eraser didn’t ask because he knew she wouldn’t give him more information than needed. Somehow, it felt like she was proud of him for it. He changed the subject because her now perceptible tired eyes made him wonder if she took care of herself; her job was draining and too close and directly in harm's way. They finished eating in silence and it was… not bad.

“You still haven’t told me your name.” Eraser says when they finish eating, his eyes on her face, staring at the possible tells.

“You can call me Dream.”

“I don’t want to call you Dream.” Aizawa deadpans immediately, his eyes sustaining hers. She blinks, her lips pressing in a line and she looks away when she answers with: “Y/n, then.”

The owner came to retrieve the bowls and before Eraser could risk paying, the older man quickly denied it. Dream laughed softly and when he had left, she dropped some bills on the table when they were leaving, signaling him to be quiet. She yelled a quick goodbye and proceeded to push him out of the bodega, snickering.

“I helped him out a few years ago and now he almost never lets me pay.” She vaguely explained and then they walked in silence to the car parked a few meters away. Now he understood why every other interaction before she stopped using her quirk seemed forgettable and weirdly vague. Everything during dinner seemed glued to his memory, fresh like a burn. The way she blew on the hot ramen and her happy expressions when eating; the way her lips softly swelled with the hot food; the concentration look and the well designed, full eyebrows. He could clearly remember it all.

Even now, while walking side by side, Aizawa could notice things that had been occult before; the way she relayed more on her right leg when walking, the curve of her bottom and how her jeans embraced her appearance. Her hair is shorter than he thought too. And the tired expression she held seemed like it had been carved on her skin permanently – as his.

The heels of her boots click on the asphalt, the only sound they hear and she doesn’t avert the dirty parts of the streets. He wonders if she even notices them. While she drives, a soft tune plays on the radio. They talk about things he would prefer not, like pro-hero rankings, the attacks of the League of Villains at the U.A., especially his class and Endeavor’s efforts as the new #1 hero. Nothing that revealed anything about her, while showing quite effectively she knew lots about him and when he squirmed around in his seat again, this time it was of clear discomfort.

If there was something Aizawa quite disliked, it was being blindsided. It happened quite commonly on the work as a hero, and it did nothing to diminish his feelings toward it.

By the time she pulls around at U.A. entrance to drop him, he’s in a sour mood. Dream has kindly (and annoyingly) pinpointed facts about him during the whole trip and assured a fair knowledge about him and Eraser has nothing on her. Before he leaves the car, he turns to her and carves her face in his brain.

He barely knows if her name is truly Y/N. His bad mood is probably showing, because she has a wide smile on her lips and before he can be out of the car, she’s putting a card in his hand.

“Call me so we can talk about the plan, equipment and backup. I don’t wanna involve the cops in this.” There’s an animated tone on her voice that worsens his mood. It’s close to eleven at night, they’re plotting an undercover mission, why the hell is she so cheerful?

“I thought we had finished the details over dinner?” Aizawa asks, blank expression in a most annoyed tone. He eyes the entrance of the school in longing. Even the unbelievable drag of a class of thirteen years olds sounding more delightful than another minute with this woman.

“And pass up the chance of taking you out again? No way.” He’s surprised at the way in which the hairs on the back of his neck get up with the flirty intention. There isn’t a caress, no sultriness or glow. Aizawa looks at her and knows there’s no quirk involved, which makes it worse. She’s rolling her window up and leaving before he even moves.

That woman, Aizawa thinks and sighs, is a clear troublemaker.

[to be continued]

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Good Manners - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ smut/mentions of cheating/mature themes/strong language/spousal conflict. **Dominance, some bum stuff and mega fluff in this part**

Note: I kind of hate to say this, but I think I will retire HxM after a couple more parts. I’ll tie it up nicely, and answer all the burning questions before I do so, but I just wanted to warn you guys now instead of springing it on you without notice. I just have so many projects I want to get underway and tying up some stories is necessary for me to direct my focus. Don’t hate me! I know we’ve had a lot of fun with this series, but I see it winding down, and I hope you understand!

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Henry threw open the door, taking long strides as he shed his jacket, dropped his keys on the kitchen island and zipped through to the living room where he found her channel-surfing in her pyjamas. From the corner of her eye, the tall man's sudden appearance startled a gasp from her.

"Henry! I didn't expect you home so quickly. How did it go?" She said, sitting up straight.

"It doesn't matter," he muttered.

Henry swept her off the couch, attacking her mouth with his to stifle any further questioning. Fresh with anger and the residual adrenaline of finally admitting he had taken a mistress during the downfall of his marriage, Henry had grown tired of explaining himself. He was hungry and eager to display his dominance—the dominance that evaporated in Mary's shadow no longer.

When he was with her—his true love—there was nothing he wasn't allowed to do, no act she forbade. If he wanted to take her hard and fast, she welcomed the rush. If he wished to have her take care of him, that was also permitted. Tonight he wanted nothing more than to make her moan and squeal, proving to himself that he wasn't a pawn in a grand-scale game of manipulation. Henry was powerful, and it had been too long since he acknowledged his prowess.

"Oh my gosh, Henry. Where is this all coming from?" She asked, breathless as Henry toted her to the bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed.

"Quiet. No more questions," Henry said as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the fabric from underneath his belted trousers. "Tonight, you're mine. Your body is mine to do with what I please.

"Yes, sir."

He took hold of her chin, smiling. "Oh, yes. That's exactly what I want to hear. Yes, sir. More, sir. Harder, sir. And anything I ask for, you'll provide."

She nodded as he shed his undershirt and undid his belt. The glint of the buckle in the light caught her eye, and Henry noticed the way she squirmed and bit her lip. He looked down at the leather in his hand, and instead of discarding it like he usually would, he folded it in half, snapping the material together with a crack. She flinched.

"What? Does the thought of getting whipped with my belt make your pussy wet?" He asked.

"Yes, Mister Deaver, sir," she said, turning about and bending over.

"I bet everything I do makes that pussy wet."

She smiled, wiggling her hips until Henry climbed onto the bed and pulled her bottoms up, cheeks peeking out from under the flimsy material. Henry tapped one cheek and then the other with the folded belt, a light warning of undeserved but wanted punishment.

While Henry teased her skin, she thought about what might have happened with Mary to set him off. He wasn't the type to take control without significant reason. The first time Henry had dominated her had been in his office after a day of training and mutual teasing. She remembered it clearly; everyone had gone home, leaving the floor empty. Yet even as high up as they were, she got off on the thought of someone seeing them through the window, an intern walking in to ask Henry a question, or an after-hours janitor happening upon them in the throes of ecstasy.

Henry wedged the material of her bottoms even higher, leaning over to first kiss the area he meant to slap. Then he raised the belt and whipped her. It wasn't a harsh blow. He could have hit much harder, but she still mewled and thanked Henry.

"Good manners," Henry praised, yanking the bottoms down around her knees. "And I see no panties. Only bad girls forget to put on their panties. Are you a bad girl?"

"Yes, sir. But I want to be a good girl for you," she said.

"You're well on your way, darling. Hold still."

She yelped from the firm smack of the leather across her bottom. An angry red welt rose, spanning both cheeks. Even Henry winced as he ran his hand over the reddening mark, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.

"That was a good one," he said, chuckling.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered.

Henry dropped the belt and got on his knees before the edge of the bed. Framing her rear, he licked one half of the most recent strip of buzzing punishment, and then the other, providing cooling relief with his saliva. He pulled back, simpering and admiring the fullness of her ass, the disciplinary marks and the moan that left her when he trailed his tongue close to her openings.

"Do you remember the first night I fucked you? How much fun we had at the bar before I invited you up? Gosh... It took me so many drinks to find the balls to ask you. I thought I'd be too drunk to perform when I finally got you naked. But you looked so hot that night. Even in your little server's uniform, the white button-up blouse... Your hair all twisted up in a bun where you used to stick your pencil. I had already imagined fucking you so many times before then, too."

Henry kissed the crease between thigh and cheek, then gave her a satisfying smack. Grabbing her thigh, he guided her legs open, and her pussy came into view, but he wasn't ready to touch her quite yet.

"Even though I wanted things to work out with my wife, every morning I saw you, I wished I'd gotten the divorce underway so I could pull you onto my lap and squeeze all your beautiful curves. Some nights I'd argue with her, then come into that café just to get a glimpse of a woman who smiled every time she saw me. Such a little thing shouldn't have been so erotic, but it was, and God, I just wanted you so bad. I even masturbated to the thought of taking you at that bar long before you and I ever hooked up."

Henry's admissions made her cheeks turn pink, and her heart raced. She dropped her tailbone, encouraging him to touch her, but he only slid his hand up and down her ass, petting her while he spoke.

"Let me ask you something, gorgeous... Did you ever think about fucking me?"

She scoffed, not from embarrassment but from the absurdity of Henry not realizing how much she flirted with him during the times they had been strangers. "Of course, I did. How could I not? You always came in looking so handsome. I thought you were a model. And you were the kindest gentleman I'd ever met. I wanted to serve you much more than just coffee and scones," she giggled.

"Really?" He asked, kissing the small of her back as he squeezed her cheeks again.

"Yes, sir. Even though I knew you were married, I still thought of having those big, strong hands touching my body."

Henry chuckled under his breath. "And what else?"

She blushed. "Well, sir... I often wondered if you were as nice as you looked. Most of the men who dressed like you were entitled, rude... But you always smiled at me, and I couldn't help wanting to kiss you. I wanted to climb on your lap in the middle of that café and ride your cock. Sometimes, I even snuck away just to touch myself a little after you came in. I'd watch your hand gripping your pen, watch you purse your lips when you were lost in thought. Once, I even dropped something on the floor near you just so I could bend down and hope you were staring at me."

"Oh, that's naughty. Have you always been such a naughty girl?" Henry asked.

"Yes, sir. I think so. But you help bring it out of me," she said.

"I do, do I? I make you want to be bad?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, Mister Deaver. Can I tell you something else?"

Henry purred as he popped the button of his pressed trousers and pushed them down his thighs, readying himself to tease her even more. "You may."

"I had a feeling you were married. That first night, after you asked me to go upstairs with you to your room... You weren't wearing your ring, but I saw it many times before. I knew you must have had a wife, but I chose to play dumb because I wanted your cock so badly. It didn't even matter to me. I thought we'd just fuck once to get it out of our systems... But you were so amazing. I knew right after that I'd come back for more. I wanted to be mad at you for being a bad man, but I couldn't help myself."

Henry's groin roiled with excitement, blood shooting down to harden him. He disrobed and climbed onto the bed behind her, goading her pussy with the head of his swollen cock. "There's no other pussy in this world I'd ever want to be inside, baby. You're so perfect for me. My nasty little girl."

Playing confessions helped ease away the panic gripping Henry's heart. The reworked settlement and Mary's promise to drain him meant nothing as he pushed inside of her. The private investigator—if what Mary said was true—following them around to catch them in a lover's embrace only strengthened his need for her. He wanted to be seen touching her, kissing her. Henry looked down at the woman groaning from his penetration and bristled with affection.

"Oh, Mister Deaver, your cock feels so good inside me," she languished.

"Fuck, I love you, baby. I love your tight little pussy. Your beautiful face. This gorgeous body. Mm, I'll never get enough of you. My perfect girl."

She bent her spine, pressing into his hips until she completely enveloped him. Henry clutched her thighs and began pumping into her, picking up speed until she whined from the harsh punctures.

He ground his teeth, unable to stifle his pleasure. "Fuck, I love your cunt baby. Love when it makes my cock all soaking wet. It's so much tighter than hers. You're absolutely perfect."

"Thank you, sir," she murmured.

Henry pressed his chest to her back, snaking his arm around her collarbone to bring her close. "You belong to me. You're all mine. This pussy right here? This sweet little hole belongs to me. Only me."

Each thrust knocked a bit of air from her lungs until she gasped. Henry touched her clit with two fingers, rubbing it sparingly as he pinched her nipples with the other hand.

"I fucking love you, baby. You know that? Not an hour goes by, I don't think of being with you, being inside you... I want you forever."

"I'm yours," she said.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

His strong pulses knocked the words out of her until he sat back on his haunches, bringing her with him to stir his hips. She moaned from the change in sensation.

"I love you," she whispered.

"Yeah? You really do?"

"Yes, Henry. I love you more than anything."

His hand squeezed gently around her neck as he leaned in close. "That's good, baby. I'll never tire of hearing you say that."

She smiled as he touched her clit again. His body pressing against hers made her feel small, chest and long arms enveloping her top half as he worked himself inside. Henry must have felt powerful that day, for he pulled out and toppled her onto her back, knocking her legs apart to hone in on her slick opening. He towered above, throwing her legs over his shoulders and driving her into the bed with his entire weight.

"Fuck, that pussy is so goddamn wet for me," Henry said with a gasp. "Can't believe all that delicious pussy juice belongs to me."

"Mm, can I taste it?" She asked.

Henry cocked his head as he continued slamming into her. "What?"

"Pull out and fuck my throat."

It took Henry a moment to reconcile with her request. Any other day, he might deny her, or cower from the idea of shoving his cock in her mouth. But today was different. She wanted him in all the ways Mary never did. The delight in her eyes still surprised him, and he gave her what she wanted because it was what he wanted, despite all the times he'd fashioned himself as too gallant. Too long were his intimate perversions denied that when he met her, he couldn't believe she languished in being treated like a plaything.

As he used her mouth and moaned from the swirling of her tongue, her hands travelled up his thighs and didn't stop until she gripped his cheeks. The pad of her thumb met the expanse of skin underneath his balls, and the sweet pressure caused a stirring of sensation that was still foreign to him. He shuddered, dropping his chin to find her staring up at him with an evil glint in her eyes. Henry nodded.

"Oh, fuck yes, I love it when you do that."

His encouragement lit a fire beneath her. All this time, she assumed Henry only humoured her when she wanted to play extra dirty and touch his ass, but he secretly loved the feeling. The tension against his prostate ignited hundreds of dormant nerves that lit the way toward a powerful orgasm. Henry recalled the first time he allowed her to finger him, how nervous he'd been and how intense the sensation felt when she penetrated him.

Careful not to intrude too hard or too fast, she circled his hole a few times, assessing by the magnitude of his moans it was okay to press a little further. If her mouth weren't full of his cock, she'd ask, but Henry didn't flinch or whine the way he had the first time.

He opened his legs wider and sat back on the digit teasing his entrance with a low, lustful groan.

"God, yes, baby, finger my fucking asshole while I fuck your throat. That's what I like."

The duelling pleasures had Henry bucking fast and coming faster. He didn't want the bliss to end, but her expert fingers and well-versed tongue pushed him to the edge and didn't stop there. Henry unsheathed his cock from her throat and spilled an impressive amount of cum over her chest. She even pulled him back in to drink the lazier stream of fluid that followed the many bursts that had him writhing and singing his pleasure.

"Jesus... You're such a dirty girl. I love it. Fuck, I love watching you lick up all my cum." Henry collapsed beside her, then gasped when he realized she hadn't orgasmed. "Oh, fuck! I almost forgot about you."

"It's all right, darling. How about you just rest and you can do me later? You look like you need a break."

Henry wanted to decline, but she was right. His ears rang, and his fingers and toes were numb from the recent climax. All he wanted was to hold her close and kiss her face while he came down.

"That was so good. You're amazing," Henry murmured.

"Feel better now?" She asked.

"So much better," he sighed. "But I have a question I need you to answer before we do anything else."

She propped her head up, disregarding the stickiness still dripping down her chest. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

Henry took in a long, steadying breath. He blinked a few times until the haze in his vision subsided, then looked at her with seriousness burning in his mismatched eyes. "When we finalize this divorce, and I'm no longer married to that evil fucking succubus of a woman... Would you marry me?"

"What?" She gasped. "Henry! You can't be serious."

"I am serious. Very serious."

"You want to get hitched right away?"

"Baby... I've known for a long time that I want to marry you. It just seemed so... distant, impossible. Like it would never happen. But I promise, if you marry me, I'll be the best husband ever."

She hugged him close, squealing into his neck. "I know! I know you'd be the best husband."

"The moment I walk out of the court, I want to marry you. It's not enough to just be your boyfriend. I want to put a ring on your finger and have a wedding and go on a honeymoon. I want it all. Ever since I was young, I wanted to be a husband and—"

Henry bit his lip. She pulled back and searched his eyes, still gripping him tightly.

"And?" She pressed.

"A father. I want to be a dad so badly."

Tears sprung in the corner of her eyes. When he saw the watery pools reflecting him, a similar wave of emotions overtook him. She blinked, and two streams fell down her cheeks. Henry pulled her close, kissing her as his own tears fell. When he pulled back, she was smiling.

"Is that okay? Is that... too much?" Henry asked, voice trembling.

She shook her head. "It's not too much, Henry. I love you. God, I love you more than anything. You deserve to be happy. And of course, I'd marry you. I want nothing more than to be a good wife to you."

"Really?" He asked as more joyful tears washed out his vision.

"Yes!"

"That's wonderful," he whispered, pulling her close again.

She rested her cheek on his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart as he sniffled and wiped the tears from his face.

"Henry?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I know you’ll be an amazing father."

#henry x mistress #henry deaver x mistress #Henry Deaver #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard imagine

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lizaloveslevihan · 3 years

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Wherever You Will Go

Summary: She was a coffee stained, shitstorm of crumpled paper whose idiosyncrasies surprisingly complimented his well. She opened his eyes to the beautifully cruel world they lived in, and he found himself never wanting to leave her side.

Even when they were separated far apart.

A levihan modern AU in which their entire story together plays out as Hange’s life is left hanging in the balance after a fatal car crash.

Chapter 3/? (Ao3 link here)

Chapter One // Chapter Two

Notes: Thank you to @tundrainafrica for helping me proofread this chapter! You’re awesome and I really appreciate it <3

It was fortunate -- incredibly fortunate, that Levi Ackerman had his fair share of misfortunes. If that weren’t the case, then perhaps he would have found himself in a similar position as her.

He had a better reign on his emotions than most people. However, that didn’t stop him from running a red light in an empty street. It didn’t stop him from gripping the sides of the steering wheel, knuckles almost white as paper. It most certainly did not stop him from exceeding the speed limit -- just by a few fractions.

And of course, it didn’t stop the tears that were pooling, ever so slowly, behind his eyes.

The hospital was twenty minutes away from his apartment. He had made it in ten.

He didn’t remember stopping the car. He couldn’t remember, for the life of him, parking and shutting the door. He didn’t remember running -- running as fast as he could to the wide, gray building. What he did remember, what he so painfully remembered, however, were his last words to her.

It had been such a simple conflict. A simple conflict with such a simple solution.

He ran past patients and doctors and took the staircase instead of the elevator, climbing two steps at a time. Erwin had told him which floor he had to get to but didn’t elaborate on the details of the accident. All he knew was that it was a car crash. And that it was bad.

The fluorescent lights were unforgiving. The white walls were screaming. The cool, vinyl flooring was endless. His feet pounded against them, body narrowly avoiding the faceless.

The object felt heavier in his pocket with every step he took. He almost forgot it was there with him. But now, it rattled and shook and taunted him with his failure. He wanted nothing more than to throw it away, forget it existed, and so that maybe, just maybe, the argument wouldn’t have ever happened.

He sprinted, head throbbing. Adrenaline never ceasing. Not even when he found him.

Dress in a long-sleeved shirt and slacks with blonde hair slightly ruffled, Erwin Smith had seen better days. He looked as though he had abruptly woken up in the middle of the night and had hastily thrown on clothes without a second thought. All of which, he had, of course. Levi had never seen him so clearly unfocused and uncollected. Another slap to his face.

Standing next to him was a man with the same predicament, but was handling the situation in a vastly different way.

With shoulders incredibly stiff, he had still managed to make multiple and outlandish gestures with his arms. His voice, both stressed and fearful, desperately fired question after question towards the doctor who stood impassively in front of them.

He only stopped when he noticed Levi fast approaching.

It was then Levi witnessed yet another thing he had never thought would happen in his life.

He felt a large fist connect to his right cheek, knocking over his balance which made him stagger to the floor. He could have gotten up and retaliated faster if he hadn’t been so shocked at what just happened.

“What did you do?” Moblit Berner growled slowly, his cold, hazel eyes sneering down at him. Levi’s eyes narrowed in surprise and embarrassment as he tentatively touched his cheek. The curses and exclamations he was so used to delivering died down in his throat when he saw the tears pooling in those hazel eyes. The same eyes that pleaded with him to keep her safe. From the same person who protected her countless times. He was about to grab Levi by the collar when Erwin finally intervened, firmly placing a hand on the man’s arm.

“Moblit.” Erwin said in his usual authoritative tone as he regarded Levi blankly, “Don’t.”

Levi carefully rose from his position. Never in his life did he feel as much terror as he did at that very moment. It had nothing to do with Moblit Berner, but rather, the implications of his actions. The implications of his anger. He wanted to ask, no, demand the answers to the questions forming in his head. What happened? Why was he so angry? He barely spoke to Moblit, but he knew that under any normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be capable of doing such a thing -- especially to Levi out of all people.

However, for some reason, all of those questions had clogged in his throat, refusing to come out of his mouth. It was a terrible defense mechanism, really.

Ignoring the stares of those faceless around them, he placed a hand against the wall to help balance himself. His gray eyes sharing the same intensity as those hazel ones.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Berner, but I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the building,” the doctor spoke up firmly, causing Moblit to tear his gaze away from Levi, “I know we’re all feeling very emotional right now, but I cannot allow you to cause any more disturbances.”

Moblit’s face hardened as he shook off Erwin’s hold on him. The people who had witnessed the scene slowly started dispersing and going about their own business. Levi had to admit, if they had been in a completely different situation, he’d consider Moblit’s actions to be rather impressive. No one could ever get away with what he had just done.

Which caused another shiver of terror to run down his spine.

“I understand.” Moblit said, even though his tone indicated that he didn’t, “But before I do, I want your complete assurance that you will double-check all her head injuries.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Berner, my attendings know what they’re doing,” the doctor said carefully. It was clear she was done with this argument but had no choice but to retain her professionalism, “I understand your concerns, and I’m telling you that they have aptly looked at all of the patient’s injuries and are doing their best to stop and prevent any more bleeding.”

Moblit didn’t look all too convinced about that statement, and before he could argue, even more, Levi finally found his voice.

“What exactly happe--”

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence as Moblit tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs and pinning his shoulders.

“You happened! If you hadn’t argued with her, maybe she wouldn’t have wrapped herself around a tree goddamnit!” Moblit heaved, his eyes red. Ignoring the gasps and protests of those around him, he continued: “You killed her! You could have stopped her! You’ll go to hell for this.”

“We’ll discuss this tomorrow,” Hange said angrily, her figure already by the door as she threw on her jacket. “Maybe you wouldn’t have a stick up your ass by then.”

“What’s so wrong with wanting to go with you?” Levi gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. The hurt he felt was seeping into his voice. “It won’t be a problem for me. Unless there’s another reason why you’re doing this--”

“I just want what’s best for you! Can’t you see that? We’ll still be together--”

“You don’t understand!” Levi argued. But he was wrong. He knew Hange did understand, and as much as he didn’t like it, Levi understood where she was coming from as well. But how could he tell her that as much as he understood, he still wanted to go wherever she went? To be by her side always?

Hange opened the door with surprising calmness, a contrast to her emotions. “We’ll figure it out in the morning,” she said in a clipped tone. Their eyes didn’t meet as she walked out the door. “Later, Levi.”

He didn’t even feel the man’s punches. He barely comprehended how Moblit was pulled away from him and escorted outside by a man in a security uniform. He didn’t remember Erwin grabbing his hand and pulling him up, forcing him to sit on a chair in the hallway. He didn’t even notice how the doctor knelt at his level, asking him questions about things he couldn’t hear. The angry words uttered to him that night successfully numbed his senses, and he felt as though he was no longer living, but rather, just existing.

“He’ll need some ice for his cheeks,” the doctor said as she rose, facing Erwin. “I’ll let the nurses know. I think it’d also be best to call any other remaining family and friends for support. We will update you once the surgery is over, and the police should come soon with a much more detailed report of the accident.”

“Thank you,” Erwin said, nodding as he shook the woman’s hand. “We appreciate it.” he pursed his lips and shook his head, “I’m very sorry about the actions of my friend. This was all too sudden for us.”

The woman nodded in understanding, glancing at Levi briefly. “I assure you, everyone is doing their absolute best to make sure the patient comes out fine. We do have the best there is. In the meantime, all we can do is wait and support one another. Now, if you excuse me, Mr. Smith.”

She made her way past them and disappeared at the end of the hall, leaving the two tense men alone.

Erwin stared at her disappearing figure before sighing. He rubbed his temples and took out his phone, pressing it next to his ear. After a couple of seconds, he spoke up: “Sorry to have woken you up, but you and Nanaba need to get to the hospital now. It’s Hange.” Erwin’s tone was a little more relaxed -- just by a tiny fraction, compared to his tone earlier with Levi. However, it still displayed the same sense of fear and urgency. “I’ll explain more later, but she got into a car crash around an hour ago. No, wait -- Mike -- calm down. She’s still fine. She’s in surgery right now.”

He ran a finger through his messy hair as he listened to the other end of the receiver. “Yeah, Levi and Moblit are already here. You’ll probably see Moblit outside -- there was some conflict and -- yeah, actually, that’d be great. I don’t know how long it’ll take but we’ll probably be here until the morning. Yeah, okay. Drive safe.”

After he ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, he finally looked down at Levi. The latter still didn’t move, choosing to stare at the wall in front of him instead.

“She almost did,” Erwin said as if reading his mind. He sat next to his friend and crossed his arms, staring at the wall as well, “It happened around a little after twelve. She didn’t see the other vehicle until it was directly in front of her. She swerved just in time but,” Erwin paused, choosing his words yet again despite being known for his eloquence, “almost cut off a tree with the force of her impact. According to Moblit, the best we can hope for now is that she goes into a coma. The worst is brain death. Even death itself is a little more merciful than that if I’m being completely honest.”

“Later, Hange.” he spitted out after she shut the door behind her. He took out the object from his pocket and slammed it on the coffee table in frustration. He swiftly went to the kitchen and grabbed his cleaning supplies from under the sink and started scrubbing every single surface he laid his eyes on.

Stupid four-eyes, he thought as he scrubbed violently. Don’t you realize that I’m the happiest when I’m with you? Wherever you’ll go, I’ll follow.

Hange Zoe was life itself. She was the breath of fresh air he didn’t realize he needed. She was the force that turned his life upside down and taught him how to live. He didn’t want to, but he found himself clinging onto that rope of hope, the hope that she was still alive. All they needed to do was fix the brokenness he caused, and he’d be there, welcoming her back into the world with open arms whether she wanted to or not.

But he remembered, oh why did he remember now?

He saw her kind eyes and her soft raven hair. He saw how she desperately held him close in her frail arms that night, whispering how it would all be okay, how she’d always be with him no matter what. As if, as if she already knew what was going to happen to her.

He was a child, back then. He didn’t understand what she had meant. All he knew was that his mother was sad and that he wanted to take that pain away from her. He wanted to see her beautiful smile and hear her laugh. She held him tight as she closed her eyes, and he stared a little longer at her sleeping face -- not doubting her words that everything would be okay.

He woke up the next morning. She didn’t.

He finally met Erwin’s eyes. Those blue orbs held an overwhelming amount of emotions -- from fear to disbelief and even to anger -- but there was one thing that had tied them all together. And Levi hated it.

It was resignation.

“She’ll be fine,” Levi whispered, no, declared. Erwin studied him carefully, and although he didn’t look too convinced, he nodded. “I hope so.”

He tore his gaze away from his old friend as a nurse approached him and handed him an ice pack. He grasped the object in his hands, letting the cold numb his fingers even more. It flashed back to him -- those hazel eyes and those cruel words. Hange was still alive. She was still in surgery. She was stable. But why, why did everyone around him act like she was already dead?

You killed her. You’ll go to hell for this.

“Why…” Levi choked out, his voice unrecognizable. “Why did..?”

“Why weren’t you called first? Why Moblit was so...” Erwin trailed off, pursing his lips. He let out a scoff and shook his head. “It was because Moblit had been on the phone with her when it happened,” he breathed in deeply, those blue eyes meeting his gray ones once again, “He had heard everything.”

#i really need to figure out how to format this stuff #im telling you all now that the extent of my medical knowledge lies in watching 14 seasons of grey's anatomy #but im doing my best #so much for finishing this fic before season 4 yall this is gonna take a while #thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this i appreciate it #levihan #levi ackerman #levi #hange zoe #hanji zoe #moblit berner #erwin smith #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #fanfic #fan fiction #my work

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girlmeetsliv3 · 5 years

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Prince of Nothing

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you...

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would've never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

Release Date: Oct. 29th, 2019 6 pm (GMT-4)

How long had you been walking? By now, you were sure the blisters on your feet had begun to bleed. Your dry lips would soon do the same, but you couldn't risk stopping for a break. If you did, you were sure that he would find you, and once he did escape wouldn't be an option.

On the inside of your dress, the cool ring pressed against the warm swell of your breast. It was the only place where it could be hidden without causing discomfort. You had long pondered selling it or simply discarding it but resisted the temptation. Sure, you would gain a large sum of money for it, but it wasn't any ordinary ring. You were certain Jungkook had placed some sort of spell on it. The ring was a 59-carat pink star diamond held together by a black band. As if the ring itself didn’t draw enough attention, it was almost impossible to ignore the Jeon family crest engraved into the large stone. If you tried to sell it, you would only be identifying yourself as a member of the royal family. Since you weren't the king, the queen, or the prince, that meant you could only be… "Lady Y/n."

You stopped dead in your tracks. The hairs on the back of your neck standing rigidly as your fight or flight instinct kicked in. “Lady Y/n, we’ve been sent to escort you back to the palace. The prince anxiously anticipates your return.” You slowly turned around to face Kim Baekhyun, the head of security, along with Park Jinyoung. Both men were several feet away from you; at least ten by your calculations. At your lack of response, they both glanced at each other, a knowing look shared between them. This action caused you to subconsciously step back – ready to run at any moment. "If the prince wasn't me back so badly, why isn't he here himself?" You already knew why, but you were trying to delay the inevitable. Jungkook loved the chase, but he loved to see the disappointment on your face every time his guard dogs dragged you back into your cage. You quickly looked around for anything that could distract them long enough for you to escape. Sadly you came up empty-handed.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s been a strike on the castle. Both the king and princess were left in a critical state.” Jinyoung spoke, though his words were meant to sound casual from behind his stoic mask, you could see the evil smile forming. It’s begun. You had failed to notice the tentative steps the men had been taking in your direction while you were preoccupied with your thoughts. It was only when Baekhyun accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping it, that you realized your mistake and took off running. The men giving chase. The guards were fast, but the adrenaline that pumped through your veins caused you to travel at a speed even you didn't know you were capable of. Jungkook’s blood must still be coursing through me.

A town lay just up ahead and if you made it - if you only managed to make it. A sharp, searing pain coursed through your left leg, causing the muscle freeze in midair. The burning traveled throughout your muscle until it all but consumed you. You screamed out in agony as you fell to the ground. Baekhyun and Jinyoung approached your crippled figure as you lay thrashing on the ground. The latter's hands glowing red from the power he was exuding. "I apologize, Lady Y/n, but we were told to use whatever means necessary to bring you back." Baekhyun crouched in front of you, as Jinyoung allowed the pain to slowly fade once he was sure you couldn’t move. “We hope you can understand. We’re just doing our job after all.” A sadistic smile adorned both men’s features as they took glee in observing your discomfort.

It was with a snap of his fingers that Jinyoung summoned the rest of the guards, their figures appearing instantly at your side. They swept you up, carrying you to the car stationed a few meters away. As the men loaded you into the car, you didn't miss the way the guards tried to keep their distance from you; only touching when absolutely necessary. Even Baekhyun and Jinyoung had avoided making physical contact with you, hell they probably hadn’t hurt you as badly as they wished too. For despite how much they loathed you, they feared Jungkook so much more.

When you returned to the palace, you noticed how solemn it looked. The castle may be thing of nightmares to you, but even that didn't take away from its beauty. The sharp arches, angels, and gothic vibe of the place, coupled with the lush interior and pristine detail was something you always dreamed of when you were a small child. Before you learned that the most horrible monsters tended to live in the nicest of places. You were escorted back to your room and placed under house arrest: not being allowed to do so much as open a window. They were afraid you would jump. You couldn't reasonably say that you wouldn't, given a chance.

You stood, sat, and laid in the room for hours on end, waiting for your tormentor's visit. Waiting for him to come and play with this favorite toy. Around midnight, you began to wonder if you had managed to get off scot-free. For the time being, at least. Though this only worried you more, Jungkook could barely manage to go a few hours without seeing you. The longest he had been away from you was three days if you counted today, and it seems he finally enacted his plan. Maybe he’s too busy with his father? You wanted to pray for the king's health. You desperately needed him to stay alive, for he was the last strand holding Jeon Jungkook back from enacting his will on the kingdom and on you. Jungkook never loved his father, and he had never met his mother. He once confessed to you that since the moment he had been conceived, he represented his father's inevitable death. Couple that with the fact that Jungkook had taken his own mother's life and it isn't too difficult to see why they have a strained relationship.

Many said that he sucked the life out of her the second he left her womb. You would have doubted their claims, if not for the fact that you had seen him do it with your very eyes. Take the life – energy – out of his enemy's bodies and absorb it as his own. All through a simple touch or caress. You often feared he would do the same to you, but unluckily Jungkook had stated that he would never grow tired of you. His lover, mistress, and toy.

You allowed another hour to pass before the need to bathe, and sleep almost consumed you. Entering the bathroom, you were greeted with a practically swimming pool sized bath in the center of the room and a large shower on the side. Both designed to fit multiple people and be overly extravagant. When you had first entered the palace, you had been shocked at the lifestyle its inhabitants lived: boisterous and lucrative. It also didn't help that the most luxurious thing you had owned all your life – landed you here in the first place.

Rose petals floated along with the bath as you sat on one of the stools allowing the warm water to soothe your muscles. With every second that passed, the heaviness of your eyelids seemed to grow. Until it was a constant struggle to keep them open. You knew how dangerous it was to allow them to close, but you were so tired it was almost impossible to resist. 'It's okay, Y/n. Just go to sleep. I promise nothing bad will happen.' A sweet voice whispered in your ear, lulling you to sleep. Eventually, you gave in, feeling blissful happiness that you were finally allowed to sleep. You could barely even feel your body slowly slipping beneath the water.

It was the pounding on the door that startled you awake. It was frantic in nature and persistent, causing you to immediately run towards the door as you wrapped a towel around your torso. Once you opened it, you were greeted with the sight of a maid. Her rose gold locks tucked tightly into a white bonnet, and her weary face expressed urgency. "Lady Y/n, the princess is requesting to see you. It's urgent." You nodded, and the maid, Irene, helped you get dressed before guiding you to the Princess' quarters.

“What is going on? Is everything alright?” You questioned her as the two of you ran through the halls. They were usually bustling with life, but now they were eerily quiet and deserted. "The princess…she is giving birth. We must hurry. The doctor doesn't think she'll make it." As much as you wanted to keep going, you couldn't help the way you slowed to a stop. Soojin can’t die. If she dies, that means – "Lady Y/n?" It means that, legally, nothing could prohibit Jungkook from marrying you. No longer would he have to hide and control himself around you, now he could be as possessive and sadistic as he wanted with no repercussions. “Lady Y/n, please.” You snapped out of your thoughts and ran to catch up with Irene.

The two of you finally stopping in front of large white double doors. Please let her be alright. Please. Even if it's for selfish reasons, please don't take her. Cautiously you twisted open the door handle, stepping inside as the door slowly closed behind you. Soojin was completely alone. Something that you had never seen as she was usually accompanied by her ladies. Her beautiful dark locks were matted against her forehead due to the sweat. It was almost impossible to miss the bright red bloody stain on her dress and the sheets under her. Even her beautiful skin was as pale as snow. “I didn’t think you would make it.” Soojin’s voice was hoarse and brittle. Her nearly lifeless eyes bore into yours, causing a chill to travel up your spine. Guilt began to consume you as you observed the pathetic state that she was in; even if you weren't directly responsible, it had been done in your name. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you were sure she had heard it nonetheless. "A group of rebels attacked the castle. They targeted the king and I. The king is dead, or he will be soon. I don’t have much time either.” She spoke with such certainty, but you wanted to remain hopeful.

She can’t die. You hoped for the best, even if just by looking at her, it was apparent her time was running out. "Was it…" you trailed off, letting the question hang in the air, deathly afraid of the answer. It came nonetheless. "Of course, it was." Your head hung in shame as she continued speaking. "Jungkook would do anything to be by your side, even if it meant risking his son's life." Soojin was seething. The glare she directed at you should have put you six feet underground. "I'm sorry, Soojin.” Soojin ignored your apology, preferring to close her eyes and lean back against the headboard. Her dry lips parted slightly as she let out a long sigh. "Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I let them kill you. Would I still have a husband? A family? Would I be happy bringing a child into the world?" Her eyes skimmed your left hand, noticing the missing ring. "Would I choose my own happiness even if it meant the loss of innocent life?" Her eyebrow arched slightly, the question was clearly rhetorical, but you longed to know what her answer would be. With tears in your eyes, you attempted to defend yourself. "I'm not happy, Soojin. I didn’t plan this. I don’t want any of this.”

"Do you think I wanted this? To lay dying while speaking to my husband's mistress. To lay dying while knowing the woman I despise will be a mother to my child? Do you think I wanted to fall in love with someone as cruel as him? The choice is an illusion." Both of you cried together, but neither gained any satisfaction from it. Soojin began to cough uncontrollably. You rushed to her side, trying to help her. Eventually, the coughs became bloody. "Irene! Guards! Anyone!" You screamed out, desperate for someone to come to her aid. "It's useless." Soojin heaved amid the fit, “He’s condemned me to die.” You wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. That Jungkook would never do such a thing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her.

“Just promise me one thing.” Soojin spoke as she firmly clutched your arm. Her hands are as cold as ice. "Anything." As life slowly began to drain from her body, she whispered into your ear, "Don't let him become like his father."

You entered the throne room, feeling as if you had just gone through death and barely gotten out alive. It was the most lavish room in the castle with intricate designs on the marble flooring, high ceilings, and beautifully dark murals adorning the walls. Nothing, however, compared to the throne: it stood several feet above the ground, requiring multiple stairs to reach it. Its color was an opulent opal with the Jeon's family animal, a black mamba, engraved to look as if it wrapped around the head. When you were younger, you had heard stories about how the throne was originally white, but when the Jeons took over, it began to change. The color tainting every time a Jeon spilled blood unnecessarily. At that moment, you swore the throne had never looked darker.

Jungkook sat upon the throne, a heavily jeweled crown resting on his head. His entire focus was on the newborn in his arm. He gazed lovingly at the small boy and even cooed at it. Jungkook was so entranced he didn’t notice you enter, for that you were thankful. It gave you the rare opportunity to observe him: the way he played with his son and the goofy grin adorning his face. How can someone who looks like that be capable of such horrible things? If you dwell on it for much longer, you might begin to cry again. Eventually, Jungkook glanced up, the smile he sent your way caused a strange feeling to sprout in your stomach. Perhaps you could've pretended that everything was fine, that he was entirely innocent of what Soojin had just accused him of. A man that smiled so lovingly wouldn’t be able to send his father and wife to the grave just for the sake of being with you; that would’ve been ridiculous. You would’ve believed that, if not for his next words.

“Look mommy’s here.” Jungkook readjusted the infant in his arms so that he could get a good look at you. Tentatively, you stepped forward. Beginning to climb the steep steps one by one, until you reached the penultimate one. The child was practically a carbon copy of Jungkook, except for his lips and the small mole under its eye. “He kinda looks like you." Jungkook commented, gazing at you in a way some might call loving. You nodded curtly, merely going along with whatever he said. You felt too numb to care about what the consequences of this might be.

“What’s his name?” It was quite a lively baby, even if it was only a few hours old. Did he even let Soojin hold her child before taking it away? You already knew the answer to that one. "You're thinking quite a lot today." His dark eyes pierced into yours, a warning that you were treading on thin ice. Your gaze returned to the child, as you raised your hand to gently caress his cheek. This action made Jungkook smile until he focused on your hand. "Where the fuck is your ring?" It was said quietly, but you could sense the wrath behind the question. Any warmth or kindness he had exhibited was now gone. You visibly gulped, trying to come up with an answer that could appease him. "I didn't want to upset the king. It's back in my room." Jungkook had begun to shake with rage, and you begged him to stop. A motherly instinct took over, and you reached for the child, wanting to take it out of harm's way before Jungkook could hurt it. "Haven't you heard?!" His tone entirely sardonic, "The king has perished. So I am the king now.”

There was nothing but pure madness in his eyes. You had never feared him more than at that moment. Trying to step back resulted in you almost tumbling down the steps, if not for Jungkook grabbing you and pulling you tautly against him at the last second. "Why?" It was all that you could muster. Why had he killed his father? Why had he betrayed and murdered Soojin? Why had he called you to his chambers that night? Why hadn't he kept his promise and let you leave? "Why? Because I love you. That's why." A sob tore through your chest, and tears streamed endlessly down your face. It was when the child began to cry that you were reminded of why you had come in the first place. Jungkook returned his attention to his son, kissing his forehead gently. "His name is Hyunshik. Like your brother.”

As much as you feared and hated him, Jeon Jungkook knew how to play everyone around him like a string. You were no exception. As soon as he uttered your late brother's name, you knew you had lost. "Can I hold him?" Jungkook nodded before patting his thigh. Silently ordering you to sit on his lap. Once you were, he allowed you to carry Hyunshik, placing him carefully in your arms. If anyone had dared to enter the throne room, they would've been subjected to what would seem the picture of domesticity.

Jungkook's lips began to trail kisses along your neck as you focus your attention on the innocent being resting in your arms. His hands started to rub circles on your lower back as he licked a stripe up the shell of your ear before nibbling on it. "You, Hyunshik, and I will be a family now. A real family. I'll never let you guys go." Those words may have been the epitome of romance to the psychotic prince, but they only caused pure unadulterated terror in you. Still, you remained rooted in your seat, allowing him to keep kissing and groping you as much as he pleased. You would never escape his clutches, especially not now that he was king. Even if you had your doubts, your promise to a dead woman and the faint memory of your brother kept you rooted by his side for years to come. Even if it barely allowed you to withstand the suffering and horror that is Jeon Jungkook's love.

“I love you, Y/n, my queen.”

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pandawritesmanythings · 4 years

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(A Medieval!AU Loki x Stark!Reader Story)

Chapter Summary: Where you meet you future groom. He doesn't seem too happy about you, though.

Word Count: 2,503

Warnings: Allutions to misogyny, an old man being sexist (Not Odin), Loki being Loki.

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A/N: I am so excited about this story! Thank you guys again for your support, and please be patient with me, I'm still not super confident in my own writing but I'll keep trying my best!

"Absolutely lovely..." You sighed as you admired the room that would be your quarters in Asgard.

"I'm happy it accommodates you, Princess. Please, allow me to help to ready you for bed." The blonde girl asked as she moved to help you get out of your tight dress.

"Thank you, Sigyn." You smiled and raised your arms so she and Wanda could get to work.

They helped you out of the dress and Sigyn handed you a flowy nightgown that she explained was a gift from the queen herself to you.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." You hesitated as you touched the soft material of the dress.

"Please. It is a gift from the Queen. It is considered quite rude for someone to reject a gift from the nobility." She explained.

You looked into her brown eyes and nodded, accepting the gift. It was the softest fabric that you had ever touched and it made you feel weightless as it softly flowed with the salty wind that came from the open window.

"It's gorgeous." You said as you softly smiled down at the gift. "Please tell the queen that I am truly grateful for her gifts."

Sigyn nodded and after finishing helping you get ready she shuffled out of the room, head hung low.

"Sweet girl, isn't she?" Wanda asked as she brushed your hair.

"Shy, but very nice." You agreed.

"It is a beautiful garment, the one you've been gifted."

"I agree. Queen Frigga has impeccable taste."

Wanda also finished up and went to a side door that had a bed for her, a small closet, and a bathroom for herself. She bid you goodnight and disappeared.

Sleep hadn't come easy for you for almost a year now. Tossing and turning were oftentimes how you spent most nights, nightmares waking you when sleep finally overtook you. But for the first time in a very long time, sleep came fast and no nightmares were present.

That of course meant that you were of very good humour when you presented yourself for breakfast that morning.

The king, Odin, was very pleasant if a little bit straightforward. But overall he did nothing to make you feel overly uncomfortable.

Frigga was a delight, words sweet as honeysuckle and ambrosia, smile kind, and open arms to receive you.

Thor was as friendly as the night before and greeted you amiably.

But the other brother... To say that he wasn't exactly excited to see you was an understatement.

"My son, Loki." Odin presented you to him with a gruff voice.

You curtsied. "My prince, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Loki didn't respond, he gave his father a lopsided look. "Really? Her?"

Oh, lord no.

Odin paid him no mind and turned to you. "I hope you can forgive my son's indiscretion, it's truly a pleasure to have you here. If you'll follow me."

He led you away from the dark prince while he stared at you like he was plotting how to exactly make you disappear. So you shot him a look that told him that you reciprocated his feelings.

You paid him no mind the rest of the morning. He was awfully quiet, adding nothing to the conversation and you began to doubt this was the clever strategist that your father had talked to you about.

Well, he had called him some particular names that you kept out of your vocabulary, and slowly you saw the reason to use them.

"We're truly happy that you've decided to go through this alliance, my dear," Frigga commented at some point during the meal.

"I'm grateful that you even considered siding with us your majesties. It is truly an honor to have Asgard's favor."

"Speaking of. We'll finish our treaty after breakfast if that's alright with you." There was no room for discussion in Odin's tone.

"Of course, your majesty."

"And afterward, we shall feast!" Thor raised a glass in excitement.

"I would like nothing more, my prince." You smiled politely at his open display of joy.

"I must object in this alliance, of course."

"Loki," Frigga warned with her tone.

"I'm sorry, mother, but as a pawn, at play, I must get a say." He said, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.

"Loki, please. Stop." Frigga warned him again.

"... No. I don't think I will." He said before pushing his chair and storming outside of the room.

It felt hard to breathe, it was definitely tense in the room, but Frigga tried to lighten it.

"Forgive him, please my dear. He hasn't taken the news very easily."

"I can see that." You looked after where he had left.

"He just needs some time to process it."

You smiled at her, calmly, trying to show her your understanding. "I believe you, your majesty. It's been something to assimilate for me too. So I don't fully fault him. I just hope that we can come past our differences someday."

This seemed to relax everyone in the room, even the servants who had tensed up when the prince left.

"Thank you, my dear."

The room was filled to the brim with unfamiliar faces. The only ones you recognized were Steve and Bucky who stood guard by your side, Odin who sat high on his throne, and his two sons who stood by their father.

Thor looked at you with a kind smile, Loki was basically sneering at you.

"We have gathered here today, to make an alliance with our brothers. An alliance with the people of Midgard. May their representative rise." Odin's voice boomed through the room and commanded everyone's attention.

You stood with your head held high, through your mind speeding all of your mother's lessons in etiquette and diplomacy.

"Great leaders of Asgard. I represent my people, so that we may yet achieve peace. We face a common enemy, and we know that together we may stand a chance if they ever were to strike upon any of us." You began your speech. "I recognize Asgardians' accomplishments. Your technology is without a doubt superior. Your armies are well prepared. And though it may seem unnecessary, something that Asgard lacks is something that Midgard thoroughly possesses.

"Our forefathers', those who rose from the ashes of the earth, gained something that the forefathers of Asgard lacked. You have never faced the enemy. We have managed to keep them at bay for a century. We understand how they think. What they do. Name something. Anything. I will be able to provide intel. And not only me. Ask two of my bravest soldiers and companions. Captain Steve Rogers and Lieutenant James Barnes." You pointed to the two men standing right behind you.

"They have faced the enemy ever since they were young." You looked around the crowd, trying to find a face that looked incredulous, or bored. You expected Loki to not be paying attention, but you actually saw him fully invested in your speech. Eyebrow raised at your defiant look around the room.

You finally found an old man towards the front who looked unimpressed.

"Pardon me, sir. May I ask for your name?" You politely requested.

"Lord Finnean Kendrick" He answered with a bored look on his face.

"Lord Kendrick. Would you like to ask any of us a question?" You offered.

Everyone turned their attention to the man, now put in the spotlight. "O-Of course! After all, if it is knowledge you claim to have, you must prove that is trustworthy knowledge!"

"Go ahead then."

He took a second and readjusted in his seat. "Lieutenant Barnes. At what age do Jotun's begin training their children?"

Bucky stared at the man, that was obviously common knowledge. "As soon as they begin to walk."

He hummed in approval. But that was too easy. "Captain Rogers. Are women often found on the battlefield, or do they stay and raise the young?"

"They are commonly found in battle. Children are raised as a warring community."

That last bit wasn't exactly common knowledge, which raised whispers around the room.

The man gritted his teeth and then looked you right in the eyes. "Alright woman. Your turn."

Oh, how calling him colorful names would help me calm down right now.

"If there was one thing you could say will destroy a Jotun, what would it be?"

You glared at him. You didn't care if the whole Asgardian court was watching you. You were actively and shamelessly glaring at the old man.

"Well, Lord Kendrick. Besides obvious fatal wounds that come from stab wounds, internal bleeding, and getting their faces smashed in by our warriors wielding maces. The most devastating thing to a Jotun is their honor and loyalty."

The room was silent expecting you to elaborate, but you didn't.

"And of course I would say more, but I only could under the assumption that this alliance is still taking place."

Whispers began circling the room once more, and although pensive, Odin had a shadow of a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Spoken like a diplomat, princess. Very well. We look forward to hearing more information from you and your generals." He conceded.

"Thank you, your majesty. I will send for all of our records on Jotuns as soon as the treaty has been signed." You nodded.

"Good." Odin stood and approached you, standing towards the center of the room. "Now, I suspect that you would like to discuss the other side of the alliance?"

You braced yourself, this was the part you weren't prepared for. Looking over at Loki, any spark of curiosity towards you had been snuffed out. In its place, a look of disdain was all that remained. You weren't sure if it was directed at you, but it didn't really matter.

"Of course."

"Tell me Sigyn," You called to the maid who was fetching your dress. "What might I expect from tonight's... festivities?"

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking. "Well, first there will be a feast of traditional foods and drinks."

She passed the green layered dress over your head before continuing. "Then there will be dancing. That's why you can take layers off the dress." She pointed to a series of secret zippers. "Some dances are freestyle, so you can shed layers until you are comfortable."

You nodded quietly and allowed her to continue.

"Afterwards there will be more singing, dancing and drinking. The festivities are pretty loose since after a couple of pints everyone is too drunk to follow or establish any tradition." She lightly giggled.

You chuckled. "Are you sure that's all there will be?"

"I believe so." She tightened your corset. "But if there is anything I left out I'll make sure to let you know. But decorum is long forgotten in Asgard after the third and last waltz."

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you frowned. "Sigyn. Pardon my question but... Why green?"

She looked as if scandalized. "Well, you are engaged to Prince Loki, are you not?"

"Yes. But-" You looked back at your reflection at a loss for words.

"Then you must wear his colors to formal events. It is scandalous to wear another man's colors to any public event." She continued when your words couldn't come out.

"I see..."

"Is this not a tradition in Midgard?" She asked as she worked on your hair.

"Not really. We haven't found the time to establish many traditions when it comes to parties and formal events."

That was true, the few parties that you had ever partaken in everyone dress up however they wished (following the dress code, of course) and it mostly consisted of choreographed numbers and fine dining. You had yet to see what an Asgardian feast looked like, but by what Sigyn had described it wouldn't be incredibly similar to your feasts back home.

And Sigyn was, in fact, correct. After a hearty dinner, accompanied by not only the royal family but lords and dukes, you all followed to the dance ball where couples were pairing to dance in unison.

You didn't know the dance, the culture of each realm were well-kept secrets. They barely spread, only enough to be polite, but dances and literature never reached beyond frontiers, unless they were prohibited books.

But after the first waltz, you seemed to catch the drift. It was actually very similar to some of the Midgardian waltzes.

You were unsure if to ask anyone to dance with you. At this point, you were still so oblivious to Asgardian etiquette that you feared doing something that might upset the king. Even if the alliance had already been signed and Bucky had gone to deliver the news and to bring some of the sages and historians to begin the exchange of information.

But it wasn't necessary to worry much since as soon as the music of the second waltz was finalizing, you heard someone clear their throat beside you. Glancing to your right you found prince Loki, your betrothed, standing awkwardly by your side.

He didn't look at you, he just extended his hand for you to take, and when you did he pulled you softly towards the dancing floor.

Soft and careful weren't words you expected to use while describing your interactions with the dark prince. But life had a way of surprising you.

"I must admit that I don't know the Asgardian waltzes." You tried to ease into a conversation.

He seemed to smirk but he didn't meet your eyes. "Just follow my lead, princess."

He led you through the whole thing and didn't make a single teasing comment, which was nice.

"Thank you, my prince."

"What for?" He yet hadn't met your gaze.

"For giving me a chance."

"It's not like I have much of a choice. We both know it's in both of our nation's best interests." He reluctantly conceded.

"It is. And I know that this arrangement is probably not what you wanted, but if we are to spend our lives together, may I offer a truce to get to know each other?"

He was pensive as you glided through the ballroom. "I cannot offer you love."

"And I am not asking for it. I need an ally. And I think that as underestimated you are, you are the best choice in the room."

That cracked a smile on his face and finally made him look at you as if searching if you were being honest. "Better than the mighty Thor?"

"What are brawns without a brain to control them? Flesh can only get you so far." You grinned but kept your head raised in solemnity.

Loki searched in your eyes, yes there was a level of teasing, but he knew you weren't lying. It had been a while since anyone had been truthful to him.

The music ended and everyone applauded towards the musicians. The men and women with their instruments bowed, but instead of beginning to file out, they sat again and prepared.

"I hope you're ready for the next round princess," Loki whispered to you.

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animetrashlord-007 · 4 years

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The Sacrifice

Word Count;; 2k

Genre;; Smut

Pairing;; Kuroo x Akaashi

Published;; 2017-07-28

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“Yes, timeout indeed!” Akaashi’s father bellowed, his face turning beet red.

“You two are so cute, you have our blessing!” His mother smiled, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

“You can't just give them our blessing, dear! This is unacceptable! What about an heir?”

“Listen here, dear, but this is the first time I've seen Keiji in a relationship and if he wants to marry a man then he damn well can. They can just adopt a child when they're good and ready,” she snapped, slapping her husband across the arm, “After all, it's not blood that makes a family but the emotional bonds we form with each other. If you're happy, Keiji, then we're happy!”

“I, uh, thanks?” Akaashi stammered, shooting a glare at Kuroo who was snickering.

“But he's a criminal! How will that reflect on-”

“Are you willing to sacrifice our son’s happiness for your own foolish legacy? Let me tell you one thing - it isn't your bloodline that is royal and respected, it's the acts you committed while on the throne. I won't hear any more on the subject. If Akaashi accepts this man’s proposal, then I will welcome him into our family with open arms. I suggest you do the same or else we'll be continuing this discussion in private.”

The King’s face drained of colour at his wife’s threat. She wasn't a woman to be trifled with. They had met during a war when they were both much younger and she had saved his life on many occasions. The golden rule of the court was to follow her orders without question for her authority was absolute. Even the king followed this philosophy. Waving his hands in defeat, he put on a forced smile as he looked at his son and Kuroo. Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“Well if you both are okay with it, then I have no reason to say no,” Akaashi sighed.

Kuroo frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. After a considerable pause, he spoke up, “That was terrible.”

“Seriously, Keiji?” The Queen shook her head in disappointment.

“What? Don't give me that look! He didn't put any effort into his proposal, why should I?”

“He had the courage to propose in front of us, the King and Queen! In our home!”

“It was a pretty ballsy move,” the King whispered, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, Keiji, I’m courageous.”

“Shut up, Kuroo!” Akaashi snapped, “I said yes so it's final, we're getting married. Let's all move on.”

The entire room was filled with nobility and the upper class, all of whom had their eyes set on the four people bickering in the corner of the grand hall. A few excited squeals broke out around the room at the acceptance of Kuroo’s proposal, as well as a generous amount of clapping. They rose their glasses in a toast to the couple, to which Kuroo smirked and Akaashi blushed a bright shade of red. He hadn't realised they were all listening and embarrassment flushed over him. He had no qualms with marrying Kuroo and he was pretty sure he loved the idiot, but he didn't want the whole city to know either.

“Congratulations, Keij! It's about damn time you came out!” A man cheered before chugging his glass of champagne.

“Everyone knew, Keiji, it was pretty obvious,” the Queen murmured, already sensing the question on Akaashi’s mind. “Except your father, but he's an idiot.”

“Honey, please!”

Akaashi ignored his parents as they started to bicker back and forth. Grabbing Kuroo’s arm, he began to pull him up the stairs with an irritable huff, “Let’s go. We have a wedding to plan.”

They spent a little over a year organising the wedding. It would be an autumn event, just as the leaves changed colour and the temperatures began to lower. It was also one of the few times they knew Kuroo would be at shore. The Queen spared no expense on the decorations and food, providing an extravagant feast alongside the most beautiful flowers and sculptures. Akaashi thought it all to be a little too much but Kuroo loved it, and anything Kuroo enjoyed, the Queen enjoyed. Akaashi didn't understand why his mother liked Kuroo so much but he appreciated her friendliness. Even his father came around after a few months. All in all, things were going swell.

Akaashi frowned as he examined the three sets of cufflinks on his table. Their big day had arrived and while he was prepared for it, he couldn't stop his heart from pounding within his chest. He had nothing to be nervous of but his anxiety made him think otherwise. It didn't help that he could feel Kuroo watching him, hiding in the shadows in the corner of his room. Akaashi sighed, turning to face his fiancé.

“Why are you lurking back there?”

“It's bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day.”

“First of all, you would be the bride. Secondly, it's seeing them in the dress. Third, you've been staring at me for the past thirty minutes. If that were the case, then you've cursed us.”

Kuroo chuckled, “My apologies, m’lord.”

“I'm pretty sure you just say that because you get off on it, like some weird royalty fetish.”

“You figured me out,” Kuroo hummed, crossing the room to stand in front of Akaashi. “You know, it's not too late to say no and cancel this whole thing.”

“We're getting married in a few hours. If I did want to cancel this, I'd say it's a bit late. Guests have arrived already,” Akaashi said with a roll of his eyes.

“That doesn't matter. Your happiness is all that counts.”

“For fuck sakes, Tetsurou! How many years have we been together?”

“Quite a few.”

“Quite a bloody few! Would I have stayed that long if I didn't want to be with you? No! You know I would've left years ago. I wouldn't have even given you a chance after what was meant to be a one night stand! I could have easily turned down your puppy dog eyes and your sweet pleas and your ridiculous bouquet. Those were weeds, you know, not flowers. You're so hopeless at times, it's embarrassing.”

“I'm aware.”

“So why can't you just accept that I want to marry you? Since your proposal I've dealt with this, with your doubt. I'm tired of it. Perhaps it is you that wants to back out?”

“What? No! I just don't want you making a mistake that you'll end up regretting.”

“Are you implying you're a mistake? It's understandable. You are a criminal, after all.”

“I'm a respectable businessman!”

“And my fiancé and I love you, even though you're shady at times and your sex drive is somehow higher than mine,” Akaashi sighed. “I'll be honest, when you proposed I wasn't completely sure about us. I said yes because it felt right and because I loved the idea of us.

“It wasn't until this past year that I realised just how deep my feelings are for you. I care about you, Tetsurou. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No, Tetsurou, I love you. With all my heart and body and soul. You're apart of my life now and I never want to let you go. I want to marry you and I want to live the rest of my days with you and I want to go to the next life with you. I understand this now and I don't ever want to be separated from you. So please stop questioning my devotion. Without a doubt, I am yours and you are mine.”

“I didn't think you had it in you to be sappy,” Kuroo jeered, wiping the corner of his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I learned it from you. The good parts, at least. I still don't understand how you can transition any conversation to sex.”

“Oh? Let me show you how the master does it, baby,” Kuroo grinned, picking Akaashi up within his arms.

With a skip in his step, he pranced over to the bed. Laying Akaashi down, he took extra time to unbutton his clothes. Akaashi followed his lead, both men being careful not to tear or otherwise mangle the clothes they would be wearing to the ceremony in just a few hours. Taking the clothes, Kuroo hung them up in the closet before returning to his fiancé. Akaashi had his legs spread wide open, his body fully exposed and waiting. With his signature smirk, Kuroo pounced on him. He bit down on Akaashi’s shoulder, grinding their dicks against each other. Akaashi moaned and it sounded like music to Kuroo’s ears.

“Tell me what you want, Keiji.”

“I want you to fuck me, Tetsurou,” Akaashi purred.

Kuroo blushed as he peered down at his lover. Raising his fingers to Akaashi’s mouth, Kuroo bit back his own moan when his fiancé started to suck on them. Once they were wet and dripping with saliva, he began to spread Akaashi. He ran a circle around his hole before sliding one finger in. Kuroo would never get over how Akaashi groans and presses himself into his hand every single time. He was so predictable. Kuroo added another finger and then another, each earning a louder moan and small pants.

Akaashi’s steel-blue eyes quivered and sweat accumulated on his brow. Cupping Kuroo’s cheek, he whined, “Hurry up, I want you inside me already.”

“Trust me, I'm going as fast as I can.”

“I feel fine, just fuck me, Tetsurou.”

Sitting back, Kuroo pulled Akaashi into his lap and whispered into his ear, “Ride me, Keiji.”

Grabbing Kuroo’s erection, Akaashi lined his entrance up with his fiancé’s throbbing manhood. Without hesitation, Akaashi sat down and fully sheathed his cock within him. A strangled gasp escaped Kuroo’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Akaashi. He licked his lips before catching Akaashi in a passionate kiss. Tongues battled for dominance and teeth clattered against each other while they waited for Akaashi to get comfortable. Breaking the kiss for air, Akaashi began to lift himself up before falling straight back down. He repeated this several times, setting a smooth and slow speed. Kuroo hadn't been prepared for such a calm and gentle pace and his automatic reaction was to thrust upward whenever the smaller male rose. Adding his usual intensity and passion into every movement, Kuroo clamped down on Akaashi’s shoulder in an attempt to regain dominance.

“You're like putty in my hands, Kuroo,” Akaashi panted out between bounces, brushing aside the bite. To showcase his control, he slowed his pace and took all of Kuroo’s impressive length with each descent.

Emphasising his point, Akaashi pinched Kuroo’s nipples while pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Kuroo jerked beneath him, struggling to hold back his climax until Akaashi had come as well. He would never hear the end of it if Akaashi didn't orgasm on his wedding day. He glowered at his lover, earning a swift kiss from the petite male.

Kuroo pushed Akaashi down onto the bed, picking up the speed and slamming into Akaashi from his new vantage point. Stroking Akaashi’s cock with the same fervent haste he put into each of his thrusts, it didn't take long for them each to reach their peak. Kuroo smirked down at his flushed partner. Akaashi looked angelic, gasping as his high tore through his flushed body that glimmered with a sheen of sweat.

Kuroo pulled out and sighed in relief, toppling onto the bed next to Akaashi, “That felt great!”

“I'm a mess. There's cum all over me.”

“Do you want me to get you a towel?”

“What the hell is a towel supposed to do for me, Kuroo?” Akaashi snapped, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his lover. “I need to wash up. Run me a bath… and pick out which set of cufflinks I should wear while I’m cleaning up.”

“As bossy as ever!”

“Will you just shut up and get moving? We can't be late to our own wedding.”

“Your wish is my command, m’lord.”

“Cut that out!”

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March 5, 2021: The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a bamboo cutter.

In 2019, the anime Kaguya-sama: Love is War came out, and the third season’s supposed to come out later this year. I love this show a lot, honestly, and it’s actually based on an old Japanese story: 竹取物語, or The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I’d go into it, but obviously I’m also about to watch the movie based on it from 2013.

It reminds me of a Japanese Thumbelina, to be honest, although I know that they aren’t perfectly analogous. At least, I hope not. It’s not a great movie. Plus, it was one of the first movies I remember watching as a kid, so I’m good.

But yeah, this should be interesting! I’m definitely digging this form of the fantasy genre. You know, films based on folklore and mythology of a given country. Not necessarily what everybody thinks of, but it’s definitely within the genre. Still, I kinda want to branch out from Japan in the next few days. Still, let’s start with this one, yeah?

This film is yet another Studio Ghibli film, but Miyazaki’s not involved. No, this one is an Isao Takahata joint, and he was another one of the founders of Ghibli alongside Miyazaki. This was the last film he directed before his death in 2018. And he never got the same publicity overseas as Miyazaki, but he deserves some love. I’ve seen one other film of his, his first with Studio Ghibli. And...

...that was an experience. An experience that I have NO WILL TO REPEAT. Grave of the Fireflies is an amazing film. It’s also about two siblings surviving in Japan during World War II, in poverty. And no, they don’t die of radiation poisoning because of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

It’s so...SO much more depressing than that. Yeah. Not exaggerating. BUT WE ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT BEAUTIFUL, TRAMAUTIZING MASTERPIECE NIGHTMARE!!! We’re going into some that I genuinely hope isn’t as depressing. I’ll find out first-hand, I guess! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/3)

Right from the opening credits, I already have a comment to make: the art style is meant to invoke classic Japanese paintings, and the effect is absolutely breathtaking. It’s a gorgeous movie right off the bat, but I won’t let that distract me...much.

Bamboo cutter Sanuki no Miyatsuko (James Caan) does just that: he cuts bamboo for a living, using it for many things. One day, in the forest, he sees a glowing bamboo stalk, which he tentatively approaches. The light creates a new bamboo shoot, inside of which, well...

Unsure of this little bamboo princess, he hesitantly approaches as she smiles at him and falls asleep in the flower. Thinking it a gift from heaven, Miyatsuko takes the tiny princess into his hands, and brings her home to his Wife (Mary Steenburgen). They decide to raise her, and as the Bamboo Cutter’s Wife takes the princess into her hands, she jumps about and seemingly transforms into a human infant.

The two are quite confused by this whole affair, but believe her to be a gift from heaven, being a miraculous little bamboo princess and all. She also apparently has the ability to cause instant lactation in the Wife, which is a TERRIFYING superpower when you think about it. Think about it: you’re walking down the street, when suddenly some person in a milkman or milkmaid costume jumps out from the shadow, points at you, and says “MILK!!!” and BAM! Now, Fred’s lactating.

Never said that power was limited by gender, now did I?

OK, weird-ass milk segue aside, this baby starts to grow REAL fuckin’ quickly, and a group of plum blossom trees bloom nearby The two pledge to raise the child as their own, in that Jonathan and Martha Kent-style, and they name her "Hime”, which means Princess.

Y’know, for an animated baby, she’s a cute-ass baby, I gotta say. I mean, look at this shit. Look at this CUTE-ASS SHIT.

My ovaries are twitching right now, and I don’t even HAVE that shit. Should I...should I see a doctor?

That tumbling act above leads her to learning to walk, all of which is evidenced by a group of neighborhood kids, who notice both her rapid physical and behavioral growth, and note that she’s growing as fast as bamboo. And yeah, she goes from infant to toddler in a few minutes as she’s learning to walk.

The kids nickname her “Lil’ Bamboo” (Takenoko in Japanese), and she continues to grow up quick. She learns to speak, and spends days with Miyatsuko as he cuts bamboo in the forest. On one of these days, she wanders off and meets a group of wild baby boars. And yeah, you’re right, IT IS cute as SHIT.

The mother boar doesn’t think so, and she charges the helpless Hime. However, she’s saved from a grisly fate by a young man named Sutemaru (Darren Criss), who also notes her rapid growth. And yeah, she goes from toddler to young child over the course of this interaction.

Sutemaru and the young kids from earlier go through the forest with Hime, bringing her along. And she seems to know the words to the song, somehow. She then chimes in with a song of her own, and I’m gonna see if I can find the lyrics in their original Japanese.

Well, I did, and translations aren’t great, but this is pretty similar to what’s being said in the original audio. So, yeah, we’ll go for it. By the way, the actress singing this and playing young Hime is Caitlyn Leone. Just wanted to give her some credit, because this is an interesting song that she sings.

At the end of it, she begins to cry, although she doesn’t know why. The kids basically brush it off, and go to bring her back to the bamboo grove, and to Miyatsuko. He’s searching for her, worries, when he comes across yet another glowing bamboo shoot. This time, when he cuts it open, gold spills out of it.

Time passes, and Hime continues to grow quickly, befriending the kids and Sutemaru, to whom she grows quite close over the summer. Meanwhile, another glowing bamboo shot appears, and from it come fine silks and fabrics. This, alongside the gold from before, leads Miyatsuki to believe that Heaven wants them to raise Hime to be a noble princess, one worthy of the fine fabrics they’ve received.

While his wife is unsure about that, his mind is made up, and he heads to the capital to build a mansion suitable for this lifestyle. Summer ends, and autumn harvest begins, by which time she’s grown up from child to pre-teen. She also changes voice actresses (in English, anyway), now being played by Chloë Grace Moretz.

Sutemaru notices this, too, and worries that she’ll keep growing and leave them behind. She says that that’ll never happen. And then, as she goes home that night...it does. Yeah, damn, and she promised and everything. But yeah, the little Bamboo family heads to the capital, where Hime is quickly taught the ways of a proper lady.

She’s confused by the changes, but her parents (dressed up in traditional robes and face paint, I’m assuming) quickly inform her that they own the mansion, as well as the many fine robes from the bamboo, and that they will be living there from now on. She takes it well. And that’s not an ironic segue, I actually mean that she takes it pretty damn well.

Maybe a little too well, as she frolics about and trips over a very proper woman, who chides her for unladylike behavior. This is her governess, Lady Sagami (Lucy Liu), and she’s been brought from the palace to teach Hime in the ways of being a noble lady.

Hime struggles with these lessons and the new high society lifestyle, especially as opposed to her previous country life. But then, sometimes she surprises the often frustrated Sagami, like with the koto, a traditional stringed instrument in Japan.

Soon enough, Hime comes of age, and the excited Miyatsuki plans a straight-up period party as celebration. Hime asks if she can invite her friends, but he adamantly refuses this request. Miyatsuki’s trying very hard to get Hime into the life of nobility, but her mother is a lot more understanding of her struggles.

Said struggles continue, as they attempt to prepare her for the upcoming party, and she refuses to get her eyebrows plucked, amongst other procedures. Ah, the trappings of a society that forces women into extremely restrictive gender roles, said the cisgender dude who’s ever taken a gender-studies course, but still basically gets the gist of the whole thing, probably.

In the lead-up to the party, Miyatsuki invites Inde no Akita (George Segal), a nobleman tasked with renaming princesses for formal ceremonies, based upon their true essence. He first sees her playing with a cat outside, for which Miyatsuki apologizes. Akita doesn’t seem to mind too much, though.

In a more formal meeting, Akita’s struck by her young beauty, and she plays to koto form him. He thus names her “The Shining Princess of the Supple Bamboo”. In Japanese, she’s called Kaguya-hime. Hence, the Princess Kaguya.

Party-time, and Princess Kaguya is presented with her new name publicly, but is not doing anything at the party, almost like a prize or trophy for the men who have attended the party. Said party goes on for...THREE DAYS? Jesus CHRIST, how much sake do they fuckin’ HAVE?

However, the party begins to go south when the partygoers question why her face is hidden behind blinds, and that she’s basically just a common girl whose father paid for a ceremony beyond their station. Basically, they’re being dicks. And Hime hears, well...all of it. And responds understandably, and...to be frank, beautifully.

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The art style turns sketchy and frantic as Hime runs away from the palace at hull speed, under the light of the full moon hanging above. It’s...gorgeous. Absolutely beautifully animated, I gotta say. And the music and sound, too! It’s just...beautiful.

She runs all the way back to her old village, where we can see that time has passed a bit. Not just in terms of Hime’s personal growth, but in terms of a baby from before, now visibly a little older. That isn’t all that’s changed, though, as all of Hime’s friends have apparently moved away.

Turns out that the mountain has been harvested to its fullest for wood, without destroying sustainability. Because of this, a man tells her that the families will likely not return for another 10 years. Interestingly enough, though, this conversation confirms that this movie has taken place over the course of a year, as Hime has never experienced the seasons in full.

After this realization, an exhausted Hime passes out in the show, only to wake up once again in the castle. Was it a dream? It would appear to be so.

Never have I seen a better place to pause. See you in Part 2!

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That one.

Monsta X (Wonho Maifia Au)

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 /...

A/N: This is a bit new as an idea for me. Enjoy and sorry for any mistakes made. :*

Word count: 3,109

Warnings: Blood, talk of death, cussing

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Society lived normal lives and complained about little things. They never knew what it was to struggle, live day for day and know your life wasn’t yours to begin with. Your whole world was a small room. One bed, one desk and little objects scattered all around it. You would wake up to screams, loud noises people from the rooms next to you banging. After the first few years you stop noticing what happened outside your prison.

Placing your headphones in your ear, you would sit on the bed, knees to the chest, looking at the wall. New people came in and out of this building. There was no escaping it, one had only 2 options. Get ‘adopted’ by some sketchy organisation, or get carried out in a body bag. Sadly the truth was that there weren’t many workers like you and most couldn’t take the first 10 days in this rat hole.

If you get adopted you either get killed, or end it all yourself. So in the end of the day it was die or die. You were here already for the 5th year, but your room being at the end of the corridor, where the craziest creatures were, no one visited. Mostly because you staid quiet and it felt like there wasn’t anyone to even check.

It had been even more empty since your brother ,in life conditions ,got adopted a few days ago. Yuu was a boy originally from Guangzhou, China. He was pretty happy, the opposite of you. You came to like him after spending almost 2 years in here. Talkative Yuu would get scolded often, but you never thought he would be taken like that with the soft character he had.

Today was a Friday on which usually you would get customers. As always you were in the same spot, listening to music, the muzzle being held onto your head with a lock. The only thing you could hear was the music blasting in your ears, keeping you in this world you created for yourself.

“Sir. We didn’t know that someone like you would be coming here these days.” a man was talking outside, following a bunch of men “Most haven’t been surviving lately and we have been loosing them like flies. Not many have been found too.” they stopped next to your door and peeked into Yuu’s old home “This one here was the last danger level we had. He was adopted 3 days ago.”

A loud hit echoed in the hallway. The man was obviously pissed at this news.

“Hyung.” a boy almost whispered standing in front of your door “Look.” the man and his people followed right behind him, peeking into the dark room.

“ Oh that is number 23.She was one of our first arrivals, pretty docile and quiet, we never had any problems with her.” the worker rubbed his palms together uneasy

“Isn’t this supposed to be the code red wing? “ the boy who found you commented with a raised eyebrow

“Well yes, she is here on boss’s orders but unlike everyone else she never made a peep and never tried to kill herself.” he was talking fast, worried that one wrong move and his head will roll on the floor

“Open the door.” the main shot spoke silently

“S-sir I can’t do that.” the worker kept fidgeting, tripping over his words. Suddenly they got stuck in his throat ,when the tall man grabbed his shirt.

“I didn’t ask you, I told you to do it.” pushing him back he fell on the floor and fiddled, pulling out the keys. The sudden light creeping in your room finally made you notice what was happening outside. Your head moved slowly left, view point raising up, you saw him (look at gif)

Your eyes locked onto him, his blonde hair was moving gently as a small smirk creeped onto his lips. His hand reached in from the hole and he waved at you slowly. With the same speed you stood up and walked over to him.The light of the hallway was illuminating your body from your nose down. Going closer in your line of sight ,the keeper in panic pulled out a gun and pointed it at you.

“S-stay back beast!” he was told that if anyone walks past the line in their room he was allowed to shoot and you did just that. His voice was very loud and you could hear it from the headphones. The moment you looked at him, the man snapped from the fear and shot once at you, hitting one of the cables coming down from your ear. This being your only means of escape from the dark world, made his action unforgivable.

Since the area from your nose up was covered in darkness, the blood red color of your eyes illuminated everything like it was nothing. Your hand creeped into the door, nails scratching he titanium.

“Sir let’s move!” the man hid his weapon and started pushing the gang of men to move, but the blonde haired man didn’t take even the smallest step.

“I want that one.” he stepped away from the door and waited for the worker to unlock the gate. He hesitated after what he just did ,but the gang wasn’t feeling very friendly towards him and both ways he was gonna get it. Calling upon a few more people, they opened the gate. There was a moment of silence before a hand grabbed the edge of the wall and crawled out from the pitch darkness. Your eyes were stinging from the sudden light. Looking around, you were scanning everyone, the way they were dressed, the things they had on them.

The guards escorted you to a room where you found two women. They were dressed in military clothes and had weapons as well.Quite understandable.

“Congratulations, you are getting adopted.” one of them walked up to you, her hand pulling you onto a chair and brushing out the hair you were growing for 5 years now “I will cut only a bit of it, since last time we tried you broke our equipment.” the other one stripped you naked and pulled out clothes you had never seen before.

“This is something like a gift from us to you. Chose the style you like.” your hair had been tried up into a high ponytail reaching below your butt. There was a pair of black skinny jeans with ripped knees and a over-sized hoodie that caught your eyes. The women helped you get dressed since you had never tried things like these on and gave you a pair of military boots that had a bit of a heel on them. It felt awkward at first but you got the hand of it.

“I would have put some makeup on you, even if you look really pretty without it. But that muzzle is in the way.”the woman flashed you a sad smile “ You a code red?” you nodded slowly

“Must have been awful here for you. I hope you find some happiness outside.” the women knew that it wasn’t possible ,but most of the children here were taken care of by them and somehow they had a maternal instinct towards them.Stepping out and the group of men laid their eyes on you. From behind them walked up the blonde man, leaning down to look at you.

“Look at you. “ his eyes scanned you up and down a few times, before he lifted his hand towards the guards “Key.” after a bit of discussing, they handed over a small object. The man took it swiftly and leaning closer to you. For a second your eyes widened, but the clicking sound you heard followed the loud tud. Your lips parted a bit as your palms ran over your cheeks. Snapping your head up you saw him smiling at you “I knew you were even prettier without that thing.”

You couldn’t believe you were feeling your skin, your head wasn’t heavy anymore and it felt nice for once. His big hand came in front of you and you just stared at it. “I don’t bite, I promise.” the man smiled, but you were confused. The gang of boys were staring closely when their boss gently pulled your arm up and placed it onto his, closing his fingers around your hand “ Next time I do this, grab my hand, ok?” you nodded shortly after. With one swift move he pulled you out of the gigantic building and you realized that you were in the middle of nowhere this whole time. Land upon land and nothing else insight.

The men opened a car door and sat down one after the other, as you stared.

“Hyung.”someone with brown hair pointed at you. You were inspecting the whole situation. Two strong hands grabbed your hips and lifted you up from the ground pulling you into the vehicle and onto his firm lap.

“There we go.” you sat there,quiet just flashing everyone big doe eyes

“I don’t mean to be the one saying this, but Wonho you sure she can do the job we need her to do? Unlike the others we saw she seems.....weak.” this one had an interesting face shape and was also blonde

“She was in the danger zone, I am sure there was a reason for that.” the man looked at you while you were sitting onto his lap “I think we should introduce ourselves.” from your right their names were Shownu, I.M, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon and Jooheon. “I am known as Wonho the boss of this mafia family.” he rubbed his hand onto your back in a calming and soothing way, trying to make you comfortable.

Your head was staring out the car window, as you were taking in all the new things around you.

“Y/N.” everyone had given up on a conversation with you when you spoke

“Huh?” Jooheon noticed your voice

“That is my name.” you added, looking at the men in the car “You were introducing yourselves right?” the boy just nodded, shocked from your answer

“Good girl.” Wonho patted your thigh. Your eyes trembled a bit when you heard praise, something that never even reached your room in that hellhole.

“So...”Shownu turned towards you “How long have you been in there?Any family or something like that?”

“5 years, I had a mom, dad and brother. “ you explained

“Do they...um kidnap you from your home or something like that?” Jooheon jumped back into the convo. Pursing your lips out you thought for a bit.

“It’s called harvesting. When a meta human awakens they get a single. The first moments are when we are at our weakest and they offer fake help. No one wants to look like a monster so they act like angels and take us from there.Some go crazy and end it, others get adopted.” you said calmly

“Is everyone as calm as you?” Hyungwon’s hair pulled your attention when you slowly reach out to him. He was surprised but didn’t move ,with the piercing gaze his leader was giving him. The corners of your lips moved up a bit as your fingers went though his hair

“You look like the puppy I used to have.” your comment made everyone in the car start laughing

“She said you look like a dog!” Minhyuk grabbed his stomach trying to breath

Wonho’s eyes were focused onto you, the smile catching him off guard. His strong hand pulled you back to him as your arms unintentionally wrapped around his neck.

“Anyways!”Hyungwon cut everyone off still waiting for his answer “You are too calm for someone of...your kind.”

“I am not calm.” you sighed as you felt the car stop “I just made peace with my life. After awhile you realize that trying to change the world around you is a waste of time and energy. You will go mad if you try to do something about a place like that. They didn’t hurt us if we didn’t act up, we got one thing a month if we were good. I just learned to change the world in here.” you tapped your chest “And it was much better from then on.”

“Damn, that made me almost bow down to you. Who knows all the things you have seen in there.” Hyungwon exclaimed

“You can only hear things and just imagine what is going on.”

“Hyung we are here.” I.M opened the door and in front of you was standing tall a mansion. It was just beautiful, trees all around it, bright green grass and bushes upon bushes of roses and other flowers you hadn’t even known existed.

Wonho got off, still holding your hand tight “Welcome to your new home.” With a small jump you soon touched the grounded once more.He was keeping you close, like a father protecting his child. Your eyes looking around, curious. Wonho stopped his motion the moment he noticed his two doberman guard dogs. They were big and pretty vigilant. They listened only to their owner, not even to the closest men he had.

Wonho hurried to pull you behind his back. You crooked your head to the side and noticed the other men staying far from you two.

“Loki, Ares! Stand down!” the dogs were focused onto what seemed to them intruders. Without noticing your swift movement, not even a second later your body was standing in front of the dogs. A cold chill ran down the spine of everyone looking at this scene.

“Y/N!”upon hearing your name you turned back. Out of your sight but in Wonho’s, they stood tall above your head. Loki’s paws landed on your shoulders as his mouth opened wide.

“Oh I can’t look at this.”Jooheon looked away, expecting the worst knowing these creatures

Almost like a motion picture movie, your neck moved slowly back towards the dogs, as you left a big and sloppy lick run across your face. A small smile tried to pop onto your lips and you started patting the dog.

“Are you Loki?” the dogs were getting hyper and happy for no reason after the stare down you had with them behind their owner’s back.

“Wait what?!” I.M almost choked upon seeing all of this. He tried to walk closer thinking they were more friendly now, but in a blink of an eye both Ares and Loki stood in front of you in a defensive position, growling “Wow, ok” the boy stepped back with his hands in front of his face “Got it.”

“This is pretty new.” with arms crossed in front of his chest, Shownu spoke to the boss

“Yeah.”Wonho was confused since his guard dogs never acted like this with people from the family, not to mention someone they never met in their whole lives. With a finally calm step he walked over to you and reach down to tap Ares on the nose, turning him into a playful puppy “They seem to like you a lot.”

“Mhm.”you nodded

“I have had them since they were puppies.”

“They love you very much ,even if you mistake their names sometimes.” you said looking at the man next to you

“Yeah-” his body moved towards you swiftly “Wait how do you know that?”

“Well Ares here is very talkative, right?” upon your question the dog barked out loud

“You understand them?!”Jooheon’s eyes widened “No wait, you understand animals ?”

“Mmmm.” looking up, taking some time to think “Yes, but I am better with dog-like and cat-like creatures since I have been close to them before and we are similar.”

“In what way? Claws and glowing eyes?” the boy continued, asking what everyone wanted to know at this point.

“Let’s close the door and go to the living room. Not here.”Wonho stared at the garden in front of the mansion, looking a bit cautious. Soon you found yourself sitting on the ground, playing with the dogs and everyone else comfortably onto a soft chair.

“So...are you closer to a cat or dog?” Minhyuk began where you left off

“I have enhanced senses and reflexes. I can feel the presence of any living creature in a wide radius. I can tell you how many people are on the territory right now without mistake. Most of my abilities come from animal factors. If there is a creature out there that can do something I can too. But I need to know about it. Being locked up I had seen only guard dogs and the occasional cats that sneak in the building.So I am much more familiar with them.”

“You can talk with them too?” since you were facing away from the group, you didn’t focus too much on who was asking

“Yes. Animal languages are like English for example. Australia, UK, America and so on, differ only on some native vocal changes.”

“So you are saying they speak the same language but different species have dialects?” you nodded “Wow that is amazing.”

“Do these abilities appear out of nowhere when you are in danger or do you use them consciously?”

“Umm, I think both. There are so many creatures in the animal kingdom that it is impossible to know every thing I am capable of. But I can’t fly since I am obviously not equipped for that.” you shook your hands in the air

“Ok, enough questions.” Wonho pushed himself off the chair and looked at the boys. Without even a peep, they got up, bowed and left the house. You were sitting in this gigantic room, alone with the dogs and Wonho. His footsteps came closer, until his body was behind yours. Your head moved up to look at him.

“Are you my new owner?” you asked with pure eyes, shooting an arrow through his heart

“No.” he bent down, running his hand through your hair ,making you lean into it “You have rights like me and any person in the world.”

“Then what are you?”

“Well, think of me as your boss. I give you things to do and you work for me.” with a small nod you said ok “It’s late, so you should be going to bed.”

The man stood up and you followed him up the stairs into a room, that looked like a whole apartment compared to your old one. He said goodnight and left fast.

The first thing you noticed was the bookshelf taking the space of a whole wall. Almost instinctively you grabbed one and sat on the bed, reading and reading as much information you could find. The night had just began, but you weren’t planning to rest.

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barry-writes · 5 years

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Switch, Switch

Requested by Anonymous: Barry and the reader switch bodies because of a meta and they have to stay like that for a couple of days.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2231

A/N: Hey, guys! This request was really fun so I tried my best to make it interesting for everybody. The ending is not so good because I couldn’t find anything else to write, but I hope you like it anyway lol. Let me know your thoughts! x

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You woke up this morning feeling refreshed after a well-deserved good night of sleep. The day before you had stayed at STAR Labs the whole time assisting the team with a very hard to get metahuman. The Flash was able to catch her and take her to the lab, where you were responsible for locking her up in the pipeline.

You still quite don’t know what her powers are exactly, but during the fight she was disappearing and appearing all the time and fast through the crowd, it was even hard to figure out which one of those people was actually her. After all of that adventure you felt so tired that when you got home it felt like you had passed out on your bed.

You slowly started opening your eyes and stretching your limbs, feeling your clothes a little tight to your body. While you stretched your legs you felt your feet dangling from the bed, causing a cold sensation. You sat up a little confused, running your hands through your hair. And that’s when you felt something was really wrong.

Your hands went for your locks, but they weren’t there anymore, the back of your neck was completely bare. You brought your hands down and analyzed them, noticing that your small hands with nails painted black were now big, with long and lanky fingers. It all felt like it was happening in slow motion, just like a movie scene. You started yelling and ran out of bed, standing in front of the mirror in your dresser and, when you saw your reflection, you couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t you at all. The reflection was of Barry Allen.

Your screams were cut short by pure confusion. You got closer to the mirror, crinkling your eyebrows and running your hands on your face and then on your body. You moved around and made weird faces to check if the reflection was actually right, and it was.

“Yep, there’s definitely something wrong here”, you whispered in disbelief. “Did I take something last night? What the hell is happening to me? I must be dreaming, this isn’t real”, you tried to reason with yourself.

You jumped a little when your cellphone started ringing, taking you by surprise. You saw Cisco’s face on the caller ID and quickly picked it up.

“Cisco, oh my God”, you said rapidly. “Thank God you called, I really need help”.

"Y/N, is it you? Your voice is -”

“I think I’m sick with a strong fever or hallucinating and oh my God I think I might be dying!”, you cut him.

“Yup, it’s Y/N”, he chuckled, but soon returned to a serious tone. “Listen, you’re not dying, I think... But something happened. You need to come here right now”.

“Ho-How do you know something happened?”.

“Because your body is here, but it isn’t you”, he sighed. “It’s Barry”.

“What the hell?”, you exclaimed loud.

“Come. Right. Now”.

He hung up on you and you very nervously started to get ready to leave. You searched through all your wardrobe and drawers to find something you could use, because clearly Barry’s 6 foot tall body wasn’t going to look so good on your skinny jeans or skirts. You luckily found some old sweatpants and a hoodie that he had left at your place on one of your movie nights. As for shoes, you truly couldn’t find anything that would fit on his feet.

“Now how the hell am I going to dress up? I can’t just see Barry’s naked body like this”, you talked to yourself. “Wait a minute!”, a mischievous grin approached your lips and you just started running.

Suddenly everything in the room started flying away as it was taken by yellow lightning. When you stopped, you were already fully dressed and, well, barefoot. You decided to try his powers one more time and ran to get to STAR Labs. You stumbled a few times and missed the way, but eventually you got there.

You entered the cortex to find all your friends standing there, eyes widened looking back and forth between you and...you. Except it wasn’t you, it was just your body, dressed in really oversized jeans and a sweater.

“What the actual hell?”, you said looking at the body right in front of you.

“Y/N, is it really you?”, Barry approached slowly, looking at himself up and down, shocked. “What is going on, you guys? This is messed up”, he yelled.

“Why am I Barry?”, you said in the same tone as him. “Do you know how this happened?”.

“We are not sure yet”, Cisco said.

“And how exactly can we change this?”, Barry inquired.

“We are also not sure”, he said almost scared.

“This is completely insane! How is this even possible?”, you were freaking out.

“Well, to be fair a lot of weird, impossible things have already happened to us, so...”, Iris spoke up.

“Yeah, people with powers being criminals and stuff, but never waking up in my friend’s body! It’s a girl’s body!”, he exclaimed. “I really really need to pee but I can’t just do that! I put on these clothes on top of my pajamas!”, he was desperate and everybody was visibly stiffling a laugh.

“Um, thank you for not looking at my naked body?”, you said. “I also haven’t...you know. I used your speed to get ready so I wasn’t able to really see anything”.

“Okay, that’s... nice, I guess. And why the hell are you not wearing shoes?”, he looked down, raising an eyebrow.

“Barry, I’m a small person in, like you said, a girl’s body. I don’t have men’s footwear lying around at my place”.

“That’s fair”.

“Also, I need to pee as well. And I’m like, really hungry”.

“Right, which takes me back to HOW THE HELL DO WE FIX THIS?”, Barry desperately looked at everybody.

“Okay, let’s calm down a little”, Caitlin said. “Why don’t we all sit down and relax for a moment? Let’s get you something to eat and then we’ll talk, calmly”.

You and Barry looked at each other with an understanding look and, with a sigh, you both sat down at a nearby desk. Iris and Cisco brought you coffee and some pastries. You carefully ate them, trying to calm yourself down.

“This just doesn’t make any sense, you guys”, you talked lowly. “If Barry and I had fought and needed to learn a lesson to see how much we care about each other I’d understand, but literally nothing happened”.

“You- Are you basing this on Freaky Friday?”, Cisco asked.

“…Maybe”.

“Glad I’m not the only one”, Barry said almost to himself.

“Alright, let’s just put our brains together for a moment”, Iris said. “What happened to you that was different? Like, did you walk near some place with radiation or something? Anything you remember that could’ve started this?”.

“No! I was here the entire time yesterday and then went straight home!”, you replied.

”So did I”.

“Then something happened here”, Cisco affirmed.

“But how?”, you asked. “Shouldn’t it have happened to everybody, then?”.

“Maybe it was something specific with you two, I don’t know”.

“Why don’t we just relive yesterday, shall we?”, Iris suggested. “Let’s go step by step. How did the day start?”.

You both proceeded to tell them about your previous day in detail, going through everything.

“…Then Barry brought that meta back here, I cuffed her, locked her up and went home. Honestly, after that I don’t really remember much, I kinda just passed out and woke up this morning, like this”.

“Now that you’ve mentioned, I also don’t remember much from when I got home. I think I just slept right away”, Barry added.

“Interesting…”, Caitlin said. “To me it looks like there’s only one thing in common in both routines”.

Everybody kept looking at her with an unknowing look, she just sighed.

“The metahuman, you guys!”.

“But we don’t even know what her powers are!”, you said.

“Exactly, what if she’s a body switcher?”, Cisco inquired a little more excited than he should be.

“Is that even a thing?”, Barry asked.

“Maybe it is! Maybe that’s why we kept losing her in the crowd, because every time she would have a new body!”, he exclaimed. “Ha, that’s kind of amazing!”.

“Do you think it may happen when she touches someone? Because that could be how you both got switched: Y/N was the last person that touched her to put on the dampening cuffs and Barry was the one before that to bring her in. Maybe she used the last wave of her powers right when you touched her, before the cuffs could restrain them”, Caitlin explained.

“That’s a lot to process”, Barry said rubbing his temples.

“That could be it, I guess? But that still doesn’t answer how Barry and I can get back to normal”.

“Good thing the meta is just downstairs”, Iris said with an arched eyebrow. “Who’s in?”.

“Oh, I am”, you said getting up. “She better give me my body back”.

“Hell yeah!”, Barry agreed with you, getting up from his seat.

“Wait, first we need a plan”, Iris suggested. “She’s not just going to change you back for nothing”.

“Yeah, Iris is right”, Cisco agreed. “We need to offer something that she can’t refuse”.

You talked for a moment and elaborated your plan. Then, you made your way to the pipeline. Before that, they advised you to put on Barry’s Flash suit to not give away his identity. As the gate of her cell opened up, you could see the woman’s purple hair starting to appear behind the glass window, a devilish grin on her lips at the sight of you.

“Took you long enough”, she said in a mocking tone.

“What the hell did you do?”, Barry inquired.

“What do you think I did, pretty girl? Or should I say, pretty boy?”, she laughed.

“So it was you!”, you said frustrated.

“Yeah, it was, Sherlock”, she replied with an unamused tone. “Honestly, I thought you’d have put the pieces together a little faster”, you all looked at each other and rolled your eyes. “Really? C’mon! Faster, got it? Because he’s The Flas-“.

“Listen here, lady”, you said louder, banging your hand on the glass. “You’re going to tell us how to undo this, and you’re going to do it right now!”.

“Why exactly would I do that?”, she raised an eyebrow.

“Because we are here to offer you a deal”, Cisco stepped in.

“A deal?”, she scoffed.

“Do you really think we’d just come here and expect you to help us on your own free will? C’mon, we’re not stupid and we know you aren’t either”.

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”.

“Your freedom”, he said matter of factly. “Switch my friends back and we’ll let you go”.

“You’ll let me go? Just like that?”, she crossed her arms. “I don’t buy it”.

“Well, you should”, Barry said. “Because this is literally the only way we have of going back to normal and we would very much like our own bodies back”.

“Huh, you have an interesting point…”.

“Take it or leave it. But just think about it: if you leave it, nobody wins. We stay like this forever and you stay locked up forever”, you affirmed.

“Fine”, she groaned. “I’ll switch you back”.

“That’s what I thought”, Cisco smirked.

Iris pressed down the button of the cell and the glass opened, letting the woman step out. Cisco carefully removed the cuffs from her wrists and she told you to come closer, which you did attentively. She placed one hand on each of your shoulders and released her powers. You could feel a tingling sensation followed by dizziness. You felt your body shutting down for a moment, and, when you opened your eyes again, you were you.

“I’m back!”, you said smiling, running your hands through your body.

“So am I!”, Barry exclaimed, rushing to give you a hug.

“That’s cute and all, but can I go now?”, the woman said calmly.

“Oh, yeah, that’s…”, Barry started saying as he ran around her, putting the cuffs back on. “…not gonna happen”.

“What?”, she yelled angrily. “We had a deal!”.

“Well, sometimes the good guys lie, too”, he said with a smirk. “You’re going nowhere”, he started taking her back into the cell.

“This is not fair!”.

“Putting me in a man’s body was also not fair, so”, you gave her an ironic smile. “Enjoy your time”.

As you were leaving the pipeline you could still hear her screaming and threatening you, but all you did was laugh and high-five each other.

“She really fell for that, man”, Cisco chuckled.

“Too bad for her, I guess”, you said nonchalantely. “All I know is that now I can pee, take a shower and get rid of these gigantic clothes, thank you very much”.

“And I can put on my shoes”, Barry said and you chuckled. “Wanna a ride home?”, he offered putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Obviously. I’m in a hurry to be myself again!”.

“You know what? Tonight is actually movie night. Are you still down?”, he asked.

“Sure, as long as we don’t watch Freaky Friday, though”.

You laughed together as Barry rushed you home, both of you eager to get back to normal right away.

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