#i am fucking OBSESSED with the cabinent of curiosity
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FFXIV Vanilla Gpose | Six | Emote
"Moren said the book was..... Where, again?"
Location - Crystarium - Cabinet of Curiosity
Time - 11 a.m.
Color filter - Pastel 1
Frame - Simple 2
Emote - Lookout + Ponder
#i realized only just now it might be fun to include how I got the shot#Trying to work on my framing and angles at the mo#ffxivvanilla24#vanillagpose24#i am fucking OBSESSED with the cabinent of curiosity#it's just so#so#:chefskiss:#you feel me?#ffxiv screenshots#cabinet of curiosity#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenies#gposers#the crystarium#gposejar#vanillajar#ajisaijar#one of my classes this summer is going to be digital photography and its only stressing me out a smidgen#I've never really done much photography#does this count?
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Tali: "Bosh'tet! Ah, why am I so hot lately? Mmm, I just, ah~, can't seem to calm down!"
Tali had retreated to her room almost immediately after the latest mission, as always once the danger had passed the mere sight of Jane had gotten her pussy soaked. She couldn't understand why, but for some reason about two months ago her mild curiosity about Shepard had turned into a borderline obsession. Every night she went to sleep thinking of her, dreamed of her, woke up having came to her dreams of Shepard! The only time she could properly focus was when she was either doing her job, or on a mission.
It was as she thought about this new problem of hers that she heard EDI's voice over the comms.
EDI: "Engineer Tali, please report to the Commander's cabin for debriefing on the latest mission and inspection for any unauthorized foreign materials."
Tali groaned as she had to stop fingering herself right in the middle of her masturbation session. She should have seen this coming, ever since The Illusive Man's agents had secreted aboard the ship through the use of hidden nano machines attached to the crew's clothes any time someone went off the ship and came back there were a whole slew of scans and inspections that they had to go through.
Tali: "Ugh! EDI you have terrible timing!"
Despite this she slowly stood up, straightened her suit and left her cabin to head towards Shepard's. EDI meanwhile stood holding her now visibly pregnant belly in her hands as she waited patiently in Jane's cabin with her, she nodded and looked to the Commander.
EDI: "Commander, Engineer Tali is on her way up here, I believe she is ready for her promotion to second cum dump and breeding whore Commander. The pheromones and post-hypnotic triggers have placed her in a near constant state of arousal when not performing her other duties, she should only have thoughts of you and your cock by now."
"I am still unsure of how you made those things. I knew Cerberus had made some freightening tech, but thats almost magic in my opinion." Jane said walking around her room and cleaning every surface she could think of. Making sure nothing could make Tali sick if thing were going to get all hot and steamy soon enough.
At first she wasn't sure if she should let her release such kinds of things on her ship, but the thought of Tali bent over her bed and fucking the best ass on the ship was far too enticing.
Afterward, she walked over and gently placed her hand on EDI"s belly. Kissing her gently and even teasing her new milk filled tits. "God I cannot get how big these things got. How are you even able to walk?"
She chuckled and sat down and pulled EDI Into her lap, gently groping her body where ever she could get her hands. Her cock already beginning to grow inside her pants. But she wanted to make sure Tali was here, before anything hot and heavy started.
Normally Shepard would never think of doing anything like this to her crew, let alone her closest friends. But something about EDI's changes, and the way she became a literal slave to her cock triggered something in her.
Maybe it was due to Cerberus's changes to her mind, but all that mattered was she was going to dick down a hot alien girl. She peppered the bot's face with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into her audio receptors, waiting till a knock at her door finally got her attention.
"Come on in Tali. Make yourself at home." She shouted loud enough for her to hear, all while pressing a button on her Omni tool to unlock the door.
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who wants to recreate the blair witch project irl with me i need to explore woods and abandoned cabins there in a group we can be hysterical i dont mind im just so obsessed with blair witch especially because of the time and space control aspect time getting fucked up is the scariest thing to me i remember when we freshly moved into our house and i once slept so long i woke up in the evening and i came downstairs and i asked my mom if i am in a dream and i dont remember her answer im not sure if this memory i have was a real life experience or a dream another one from the time we recently moved in is when i woke up on a weird time once again and went downstairs to the guests room and the sun was very orange and i didnt know if it was a sunrise or a sunset i think i checked all the clocks and the time they all showed was nonsense and i shouted my family members' names but i found out was alone at home i also doubt if this one is a real life experience or a dream and the last moment i can think of where im sure it was real and we kinda played it as a game pretending its scary on purpose but after a while we actually convinced ourselves it might be a bit real my family went to visit my parents friends and they have a daughter and have a house where they spend their weekends on countryside and the daughter took me and my brothers to play to a playground and football field in their village but we got bored there soon and moved across the road to the other side near a construction site and sat on the pile of bricks and it was a hot day with dry air and the sun was still up even though we were there the whole day and the time seemed to pass so slow so we started to make up that we are stuckt in a time loop and as we were sitting i started to think i see the dust filled air twirling from how hot it was and we eventually actually started to believe theres so weird time shit going on but kept adding scary made up suff and we were watching those cabins in front of us and the girl took us to a mouldery falling apart barns and made up a story of a murderous witch living in it and i tried to support her tall story to scare my brothers but myself i also actually started to believe it and we were peeking through its wooden boards to see the witch and because those crannies were too narrow it was easy imagine things and think you saw a figure there or mutilated bodies as tiny rays of light were getting inside and when we were going back to the parents' friends' house it all got topped with a bunch of owls flying out of some building's tower and making horrible noise out of all sudden actually those owls were a local curiosity and heritage site but at that moment the moment of shock tied that day all weirdly together
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Howdy again! I don't know if this is too weird sounding but could I request something from Resident evil Village? The reader lives in the village and has never not once met any of the lords but one day is brought to the castle Dimitrescu and told that they are to be the spouse of Bela, with Bela knowing way too much about the reader even though they've never met. Um, thank you again for the time you put into your work and I'll crowd your inbox with more later alright? Thank you!
Ajkjaja thank you for the very kind words! I love the Dimitrescu women so so much! And I love writing for them even more! Please send in more requests, I may take a hot minute to get them done, but I am a very busy person! ❤️
Under the cut because it's looong just like Alcinas legs hubba hubba. I also kinda changed the prompt a bit???
Tw: blood, animal death, horror aspects, harm towards the elderly
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Bela Dimitrescu: possessive, sadistic, obsessive, stalker
You were an apprentice of one of the bakers in the village, an elderly woman named Noelle, who was a stickler for rules and following the recipe. The type of old lady to get mad at kids for chewing too loudly or putting their elbows on the table. Skin of the coldest steel, with a heart of gold. But, despite her crankiness, she was like a mother to you. Baking you apple cakes and sweet bread whenever you aren't feeling well, giving you the best advice she can offer.
Your parents died at an early age, you can barely remember their faces. You were raised by the village, but it was the elderly women that truly tasked herself with raising you. She taught you everything you know.
Sooo,,,, let's just say you'd be able to out-polite the queen herself.
You've always been told you had an award winning smile. That just by giving someone one, you could make anybody's day better. That was your favourite compliment people give you, you never get tired of hearing it.
Oftentimes your smile is enough to make anybody, even people you just met, feel warmer towards you. It was such a gift. . . until it wasn't.
A baby was just born in the village, and as tradition, Mother Miranda was to bless it. Watching the blessing of a newborn babe felt like a blessing, but meeting eyes with Miranda felt like a curse. Not knowing what to do, you offered her a joyous grin.
Only to be met with a curious and interested gaze. You thought nothing of it at the time. You even thanked your lucky stars that you may have peaked the interest of her grace.
You soon realized how wrong you were, especially when the “gifts” began to show up.
You lived on the outskirts of town, so you were no stranger to mischievous teens of the village pushing their luck by pulling pranks on you. “Oh well’ you thought, “no more free treats for them, I guess.”
But one night you heard shuffling and the rustling of leaves outside your small cabin followed by three knocks. Opening the door, expecting to be met with nothing but the cool night breeze, you notice something on your straw welcome mat. Something small, no larger than your hand, wrapped in a damp cloth. With your curiosity piqued, you bring the object inside with the intention of seeing it in a better light.
Unwrapping the “gift”, you feel whatever wetness that was dampening it covering your hands. The smell makes you gag, but the realization of what the liquid was made your stomach physically turn. Blood. Whoever this sick-fuck was had left a dead rat on your doorstep.
“Like a goddamn cat.” You were grossed out like never before.
You wanted to believe that maybe an animal, like a raccoon or a coyote, had gotten into a neighbor's trash and found the freshly killed animal. Then they could have accidently dropped it on your doorstep, but there were too many holes in that idea.
You planned on trying to forget about this incident, but who or whatever did this didn't want to be forgotten.
For the next six nights, you were greeted with three knocks, then given the same gifts. Six rats, each significantly larger in size per day. The week following, you were greeted with two knocks, then met with the head of a dead hare. Only the head? Why only the head? The dead, empty eyes of the small mammal made you feel unsafe in your own house.
Then comes the third week. Only one knock, but many horrors came for you. Each night a different animal. Cats, dogs, goats, pigs, and even a wolf. You couldn't stand coming home each night from the village, looking down as you cleaned your boots against the now red, straw welcome mat before entering your dark house.
On the sixth day of the third week you decided to stay with Noelle. Already in tears by the time you knocked on her door, she ushered you inside when she saw the state you were in. Horrified by what you had told her, she was more than happy to let you stay with her for the night.
Either then jumping at any sound outside the window, you slept peacefully that night. No knocking at the door, just the sound of a fireplace cracking, giving off just the right amount of heat.
In the morning, you had walked home to find, thankfully, nothing on your doorstep. “The evil had passed,” you sighed in relief as you began baking something as a gift for Noelle, your nerves finally calm for the first time in three weeks. You are finally free.
Until you hear it.
A knock. A singular knock.
You don't even want to answer the door. You know. You know what it means. A new gift, a present from the monster who has the cruelest sense of humour you have ever known. But, you have to answer it. For you worry what hell you may bring upon yourself if you shant. Or what hell you had already brought upon others.
A ring, an absolute gorgeous wedding ring presented on a severed hand. An. . . . elderly woman's hand. “Oh my god,” you sob. And complimenting it: a wedding outfit. With luxurious trimming, embroidery flowers, beads and. . . the House Dimitrescu sigil stitched right on the heart.
You hear a mocking laugh, “Oh lover! My dearest beloved? My adorable little rabbit? Come, come let us wed!,” the monster calls out. “Oh how I have always wanted a lover for myself, and myself only! A gift, a gift! That's what you are, one from her grace, Mother Miranda. I had given you plenty of gifts too, did you like them? I believe I gave you enough time too! Three weeks, Mother said, then you will be mine! It has not been easy, waiting, you know?”
“But now,” You feel a hand claw at your waist and a blade at your throat. “you're finally mine!”
You will never be free.
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I feel like The Dimitrescu are all very possessive, just to different degrees of such. Daniela is the most possessive probably.
#yandere resident evil#Yandere resident evil 8#yandere bela dimitrescu#writing#romantic yandere#yandere x reader#yandere RE:8#yandere writing
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Use All of Me (P.10)
Title: Use All Of Me (Part Ten)
Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him.
Words: 2,259
Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death
Part Nine || Part Eleven || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost
“I gotta run,” Natasha informed Wanda quietly, pulling her aside.
“Is there a problem?” Wanda asked concerned.
“Not yet.”
“Okay?” Wanda said, cocking an eyebrow.
Natasha was not going to give her anything else at the moment before she talked to Steve. “It’s fine. Don’t let Y/N worry about me being gone. Help her enjoy the party.”
“Alright,” Wanda responded, and Natasha nodded, before turning on her heel and walking off quickly to make sure to be out of the house before Y/N and Natalie emerged from the bathroom.
On her way out the door to her car, Natasha texted Steve.
I’m on my way to Tony’s. Don’t leave until I get there.
Is there something wrong?
Not immediate. I’ll be there soon.
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Natalie pulled away from you after a while – she had to have let you cry for a good few minutes – and wiped at your tears. “Here,” she said gently, leaving you to go towards the linen cupboard. She pulled out a washcloth and grabbed a small handful of toilet paper too. You thanked her, sniffling, wiping at your tears before using the tissue to blow your nose. You were sure you looked cute with snot hanging out there.
“Look. What can you do? Realistically?” Natalie asked you quietly.
Your shoulders slumped and you whispered, “Nothing.”
“No, not nothing, Y/N. You can hold your chin up,” Natalie told you, her fingers pushing your chin up as she spoke. She paused before asking, “Are you willing to leave the babies behind?”
Chewing on your bottom lip, you pondered for a few seconds. You ended up shaking your head. “I… I thought so when this first all started out. But how can I leave two babies behind? They would financially be well taken care of, yes. But… I just can’t,” you said breathing shakily. “I don’t know if I could live with myself.”
“Well, I was only asking because I wondered if you did… if you thought Steve would leave you be. Even if you ran off.”
You shook your head again, giving a humorless laugh. “No, I don’t think Steve would leave me be. Bryce said he didn’t think Steve would kill me if I ran away. Which to me insinuates he would hurt or kill anyone else who tried to help me. I am hard pressed to believe that he wouldn’t want to kill me though. He’s not a man to wound, especially emotionally. Everyone talks to me like I’m… his property. That I’m carrying his property too.”
Solemnly, Natalie told you, “Some people treat others that way. That’s obsession, not love.”
“Or they’re all just misogynistic fucks. I mean… Pepper even told me that she dealt with it with Tony! He threatened to shoot me a couple weeks ago, by the way.”
“Excuse me?” Natalie demanded, staring at you in absolute shock.
There was a sharp knock at the door.
“Y/N?” Miriam called from outside the door. “Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’ll be out in a second,” you called back. To Natalie, you whispered, “Shit, we have been in for a long while.”
Natalie grasped your shoulders, “You go out there. I’m going to go upstairs and pack you a bag.”
“What?” you asked flabbergasted.
“You heard me. My cousin has a cabin in New Hampshire. I’m going to take you there and then we can figure out what we are going to do next.”
“I—” you tried to argue but Natalie shushed you.
“Go out there. Be with them.”
“Natalie, I can’t,” you hissed, thinking of Wanda and Natasha out in the living room. “You just told me I didn’t have a plan! Plus, Tony’s got technology everywhere and Steve won’t let me go. Did you miss me saying he would ki—”
“If we leave during this party while everyone is distracted, Y/N, they won’t know which direction we went.”
“Your license plate—”
Natalie covered your mouth and said, “We need to stop arguing about this and just do it. I’m not going to leave here without you. It has to be now.”
She stared deep into your eyes, challenging you to argue with her. You knew you were not going to be able to convince her to drop this idea, not with the fire burning in her eyes.
When she knew you were not going to say anything more, her hand fell. You swallowed thickly and turned to the mirror, wiping at your eyes one more time. “Good thing we already took pictures,” you muttered before going to the door and throwing it open.
Miriam’s brow creased seeing Natalie in there with you but you looped arms with her before she could say anything. “Sorry, I just needed to get some stress out. Poor Natalie had to endure that.” You threw a look over your shoulder at Natalie who was slow to leave the bathroom, mouthing her a thanks.
Your heart was pounding in anticipation.
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Natalie waited until Miriam and Y/N were out of sight before turning and going towards the entrance hall to the stairs leading upstairs. Quietly, she made her way up the stairs and searched around the second floor, looking for their bedroom.
There was a note on a door handle she passed by and she hesitated.
Don’t open until after you open your gifts. Love you, Steve.
Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door, thinking it was possibly their bedroom and Steve had left her something on their bed. Behind the door though laid the nursery. She swallowed sharply seeing balloons attached to the crib, no doubt a gift Steve had left in surprise for Y/N. It was oak grey, matching the dresser.
Quickly closing the door, Natalie continued on, trying to not think about the cameras that she was more than likely being filmed on right now and what Y/N had warned her about Steve’s wrath. Getting her friend to safety was more important than worrying about the what-ifs.
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Finding Natasha gone quelled your nausea slightly but not entirely. One less Avenger on the premises was cause for you to be more hopeful about Nataile’s rash plan working. Especially since Bryce was in the theater room, engrossed in a Michael Bay-esque film.
You grasped Yua’s arm as the group merged towards the patio where the cake was waiting and another few yard games. You asked her quietly, “You came with Natalie, right?”
“Mhm,” Yua affirmed, holding your arm back.
“When you two leave, I am going with you.”
“What?”
“Not so loud,” you whispered to her. “You just… if you don’t want to get involved, then get a ride home with Miriam. Please.”
“’Involved’? Y/N, what is going on?” Yua asked, stopping you and making you face her.
You leaned in and whispered, “I’m leaving. Natalie is taking me. She’s packing me a bag – hopefully getting herself some clothes too.” You were being vague, worrying still about the security cameras. “There is a lot of risk. Now, think about it. I need to go cut my cake and act normal.”
Without another word, you left her there, moving towards the table where the rest of the ladies were gushing over how beautiful the cake was.
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Steve was on Natasha as soon as she pulled up and got out of the car.
“Can we go inside?” she asked, staring up at him.
It did not seem like he wanted to wait because he rolled his eyes but stepped back and she moved around him, him on her heels.
“What happened?” Steve demanded as he followed her through the front door.
“Where’s Tony?”
“Why am I being dragged into this?” Tony drawled as she walked in from the hallway. He was on the couch in front of the flatscreen, arms sprawled along the back of the couch.
“Because it’s your man too.”
Tony was interested suddenly, sitting up straighter. Steve stood off to the side of the couch, waiting impatiently for Natasha to get to the point.
She met his eyes and asked seriously, “Has Bryce talked to you? About Y/N asking him for help to leave?”
Steve’s face pinched. “No,” he said sharply. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh boy,” Tony breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I heard her. Talking to her friend, Natalie, in the bathroom. I was outside and doing some rounds to get some air. Thought it was a little weird they were both in the bathroom. So, I got near the bushes and heard them talking about it. Y/N was going on about how she feels trapped—” Steve’s jaw clenched at this, not going unnoticed by Natasha. But she kept speaking anyway. “And how she wants it to work with you but doesn’t think you’ll ever let her breathe and have her own space. Said she knows Natalie warned her about you, but you were too sweet, and she didn’t care about the warning.”
Steve scoffed, hands coming to his hips. He sucked at his teeth, shaking his head.
“So, what about Bryce?” Tony asked impatiently.
“She said she asked Bryce to help her leave Steve,” Natasha explained. “And he wouldn’t help her and made her promise she wouldn’t try to leave. But it sounded like she had another plan. Something about taking a train and stealing someone’s ticket at the station so she wouldn’t be on camera at the ticket counter – presumably so you wouldn’t know where she was going. She said something outlandish about living at a church and taking them up on hospitality and working for them to make up for it. Which, Natalie to her credit, told her that was a dumb plan. And Y/N agreed. But she wanted Natalie in the bathroom with her to use her phone, again presumably, so you couldn’t see the search in her phone.” Natasha caught Steve’s eyes again and told him firmly, “When you said she was rattled when this all first started, she hasn’t settled, Steve. She’s a mess of nerves. And she definitely sounds like she’s willing to be impulsive and reckless about it.”
It was silent in the room, Steve’s fingers digging into his hips. His jaw was clenched so tightly Natasha thought of him cracking his teeth.
“That little, conniving bitch!” Steve growled, his hands falling to his sides and he began storming towards the hallway.
Natasha stepped in his path and he stopped, rearing up to glower at her, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Move, Nat,” Steve warned her in a dangerous voice.
“I came here specifically to tell you so you would not lose your shit in the middle of a party,” Natasha told Steve firmly. “So, can you do me a favor and respect that? Cool out and think?”
“I don’t think this warrants me cooling off and giving Y/N any sense of calm,” Steve returned, his voice rising. “She was going to leave me and take my children away from me, Nat!”
Tony chimed in from behind Steve, “I think the problem here is Bryce not telling you,” Steve craned his head to look back at him. Tony looked right pissed off, rivaling Steve. “Woman is hormonal, standing on shaky ground emotionally. Bryce has his head on right – or at least we thought he did. Him agreeing to not help her is working in his favor but he shouldn’t keep that shit to himself. He should have told you the moment it happened. Just making her promise to not do something isn’t going to do shit, especially if she’s promising him. What is he to her? Her bodyguard? Whoopee fucking doo.” Tony shook his head. “No, that’s fucked up. He had a duty to tell you.”
Steve’s cell phone rang interrupting the conversation, and he swore under his breath, pulling it out of his back pocket. He furrowed down at it before answering tightly, “Wanda?”
Natasha took a step closer, trying to hear her on the other end of the phone. Steve’s face fell for a moment, like the air had gotten kicked out of him.
He recovered quickly, demanding furiously, “What the hell do you mean she’s not there?”
Tony was standing now, at attention. He was watching Steve nervously, thinking of a super soldier losing his shit and breaking shit in his house.
“How long?” Steve shouted, losing his temper. He shook his head furiously and snarled, “Twenty minutes doesn’t give them long to get anywhere. And why were you doing dishes? Where the hell was Bryce—never mind. You know what. Just stay there. Have Bryce and the security check the grounds again.”
He hung up, holding his cell in his hands tightly. Steve was trembling with rage, his hand threatening to crush his phone. Tony and Natasha were silent, waiting for him to react. He breathed in deeply, over exaggerated, turning on his heel to walk towards the counter. He placed his phone down, gingerly despite his anger. His hands planted, his fingertips digging into the counter like he wanted to tear chunks off.
“If she is not there…” he trailed off. Exhaling, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His hands came up behind his hand, trying to stop himself from breaking Tony’s countertop in half with his fist.
“The train stations,” Natasha suggested, keeping her voice steady.
A few more deep breaths and Steve had the calm about him to say, “Someone else needs to drive because I’ll probably rip that goddamn steering wheel off.”
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#steve rogers x reader#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#marvel fic#dark marvel fic#my shit
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Beastly Gods (M)
Pairings: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader x ???
Word Count: 8K
Rating: M
Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama
Warnings: Smut scene (Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Fingering, Cum Play), Blood, Captivity, Themes of Obsession and Ownership.
Summary: ‘Don’t leave the forest,’ a rule that you've been forced to follow since birth, but you are tired of living in this wooden cage. Out of desperation you cut a deal with Taehyung, who claims to be the only one who can get you out safely, even though he might be just as dangerous as the god you’re trying to escape.
AN: Not your typical Hybrid AU. At first I was going to release secondary love interest information, but then I thought, fuck it, you’ll guys will just have to wait until the end to see who watches over the forest *Cackles*. Story is dedicated to @lovelesscherry who reblogged a cabin room photo that started this whole mess of an idea.
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A large oak stands in front of you as your best method to reach the sky, the only tool you have for your small calculated rebellion.
You’ve been taught since birth, ‘Don’t leave the forest. As long as you remain within the woods you are safe, but anything which goes out beyond the line of trees is his to take. ’ The lessons refer to the so called protector of your forest, a self proclaimed god, and the one you live to hate. Some have made attempts to leave over the years, to go past the tree line but none of them have returned. The people of your village believe them to be dead but you hold out hope that maybe they found something better.
You grab the first branch and haul yourself up. The first step is always the most difficult, with such a large distance between it and the forest floor. Going from there is only too easy, stepping from limb to limb as you make your rise to the top.
Three generations of your people have resided in this place. Some call it home but to you it is nothing more than a cage. The branches creating the bars which entrap you in this life. You wish to see the open sky unobscured by the reach of the trees, so everyday you make the climb to the highest tree top you can.
Those that had made previous attempts to escape left the forest perimeter on the ground, but you take your brief moment of freedom from up high. You delight in having found a weakness in his pen, one god surely would have difficulty watching all sides of the forest, why would he even bother to check the treetops? Up here you are safe, you are free. It may seem like a pointless rebellion but to you it’s everything, reaching beyond the branches has become your way of showing that you are not complacent.
On this climb you barely rise above the majority of the treeline. You yearn to go even higher but the next set of branches are too weak to support your weight. Settling in with your against the trunk you watch the birds soaring off in the distance, envying their wings and their freedom.
You’re only able to remain in your tree top few minutes each day, concerned that someone might find you up here. Those in the village believe you will bring the gods wrath upon them if you act out in any way. They have no wish to anger your keeper, fearing that your bloody history would play out once again...
In their effort to reach new scientific heights, your ancestors had brought on the downfall of their own human race. They thought to create a new species, one that was half human, half animal, with an intent to be used and to fill a variety of purposes. Little did your people know that they would revolt, a hybrid’s power could not be tamed, and they had no wish to be formed into a mould of a domesticated pet. The hybrids were so deeply ingrained in the lives of humans that it was only too easy for them to take control. They used all of the knowledge they had gathered and strength they had been breed to wield against their owners in a revolution.
The hybrids rose above their masters to take their place as gods. They took everything away that could be used against them, and divided your surviving race among their own. Your ancestors were sent to hide in the forest to live under the hybrids rule, their protection, while paying homage and give offerings to the new lords, and that is where your people have resided ever since.
When the divide first happened there were stories of these gods fighting each other for territory, trying to take humans from under another’s rule, or lay claim to land that was not their own. People say that they know each other’s weakness, that only gods can find a way to end the reign of another. But from what you know there has been no such question of your past gods’ or their descendants’ authority.
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Once a week your village is expected to leave an offering at the edge of the forest. In exchange for the ‘protection’ given to your village you supply the beastly god with food. There’s no extravagant ceremony you simply leave the sack in the designated spot and leave. In the past you’ve been tempted to stay and see if you could witness the so-called-god, but he has never shown himself while you’re there.
Your walk to the edge is quiet, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. The usual sounds of the forest fail to reach this far with the only noise coming from the cracking of twigs beneath your feet. You are steps away from your intended location when your path becomes blocked, a massive feathered creature falling to the ground in in front of you.
In a panic you hide behind the nearest tree to observe the fallen beast. Your curiosity begs you to watch, outweighing the fear which orders you to flee.
Glossy black wings that could easily be twenty feet in span, sprout from a back of a male who currently lays face down in the dirt. The hybrid lets out a groan and a swear punching the ground on which he rests with a gloved fist. As he lifts his head you slide back to conceal yourself.
“Human?” He calls out to you. “I know your there, I can hear you breathing.”
You tremble and your back presses into the bark of the trunk. Your hand covering your mouth in a last ditch attempt to conceal yourself.
“I can still hear you.... I need your assistance.”
“I am to leave food nothing else, that’s the agreement.” You call out.
“Yes, you’re right, but I rather get out of here before the one who injured me comes to finish me off. I’ll make a deal with you if you assist me”
“Who injured you?” You asked with a quaking voice.
“A god who keeps you here, one who watches this forest.” His reply encourages you to poke out from behind the tree to view the beast. Could it be? Someone has finally come to challenge your gods rule?
His face is dirty and bruised but even that can not hide the sharpness to his facial features. His shirt is an unusual fashion, flowing down from over top of his shoulders and lacing just under the bottom of his wing. It appears to be intact with no wounds showing, but on his gloves you notice a dark stain, that of blood.
Wings splay out behind him, one fully extended but the other is curled and dragging on the ground slightly hidden from you. “I’m glad to see that I have your attention now.” A smirk crosses his face as he looks upon you with the same curiosity that you have for him.
“W-why are you here?”
“Property dispute.” He laughs as if it’s a joke, but it seems that immediately regrets his decision when a pained look crosses his face. His damaged wing shifts closer, allowing you to see several broken feathers at it’s crest along with the deep read stain of blood. “I need your help.”
“Why should I?” He might not be the god who has entrapped you here, but that doesn’t mean he is innocent either.
“You want to get out of this forest don’t you? I’m too injured to fly, I need you to hide me in the forest while I heal. Do this and I’ll take you out of here.”
He needs permission to set foot on the grounds of your forest, that was the deal struck when your race was confined, they have their space and you have yours. “How long before you can fly again?”
He looks at the damage to his wing carefully, “It’s difficult to say maybe a couple weeks, maybe month?”
“A month! You want me to hide you for a month?”
“I’ll need food and a place to rest as well. What’s one month when it will give you a life outside of this forest?”
You ponder his offer with a bite to your lip, the wings you have longed for have finally come to you, but unfortunately they are attached to... conditions. “When you’re healed, you promise to get me out of here?”
“When I can fly I promise you’ll never have to come back to these woods again.” He struggles to stand his wing weighing him down with him unable to lift it properly.
Emboldened by the guarantee of freedom you approach him carefully, ready to flee if he makes even the slightest aggressive move.
“Such a skittish little dove,” He remarks on your stance.
“That’s not my name,” You respond flatly.
“Oh then what is?” He pries, but you consider that information might be best to keep to yourself. He smiles, clearly seeing the conflict rise up in you, “No matter, you can call me Taehyung if you wish. We should get moving before he comes back. I may have injured him too but I don’t think it was as bad as my own state.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“Come here,” he prompts you to move closer with an outreached hand.
Taking your arm he places you at his side, “I can’t hold it up very easily myself.” His injured wing nudges at your back, “May I?” You nod looking hesitant with the weight of the wing unsure if you’ll be able to support it either.
With a groan he stretches it out, the bridge of the wing comes to rest on your shoulders, the soft feathers tickling at your neck. It’s not as heavy as you expect, but there’s a warmth to it as if you’re wrapped in a down blanket. Relief breaks across his face, “Thank you,” he whispers with a deep sigh.
“I live a far bit outside of the village, you should be fine in my cabin as long as you don’t take any excursions.”
“Yes Little Dove,” He gives you a wide boxy smile, an indication that he might not be taking you as seriously as you hoped.
“I mean it, if someone even catches a glimpse of your face let alone your wings they’ll know something’s not right.” Your people would be furious if they found out you invited one of them in. They may obey the hybrid’s laws but it’s out of fear, not respect.
Your progress is slow, but that allows you to ease back to your door under the cover of darkness. As soon as you step inside you draw the curtains closed and light a couple of lamps in the small living room. “Sit down, I’ll fetch something for your wound.” You press him onto the couch while you find your supplies
Your kit looks grim. Alcohol and bandages will have to suffice, your stock has run low and the salve has reached the bottom of the tin.
As you return to him you can see that he is having difficulty reaching the wound with its location on the crest of his wing just behind his shoulder. “I think I’ll need your assistance again.”
“I-I don’t, I’ve never looked after...” You know the wings of birds to be fragile and the thought of damaging it more worries you.
“I can direct you.”
The cut for the most part has clotted and it doesn’t appear too deep, but this spot must incur a lot of strain during flight, making it impossible for him to fly in such a state.
Taehyung takes your hand hovers it over the affected area. He looks back to direct your touch as you stand in front of where he sits. “You see the broken and crooked feathers?” You nod touching the very tip of one. “Those are going going to have to come out.”
“What?!”
“They’ll grow back and it’s just a couple.” There are maybe five or six at most that look to be in terrible shape, but that doesn’t make the thought of what you are about to do any less daunting. You grab the first by it’s base and look back to him to make sure. Taehyung gives you a nod to proceed. As the stem dislodges he grabs your waist, his head leans into you while he gasps.
“Sorry,” You mutter unsure of what else to say.
“No it’s fine keep going.”
With the next feather his other wing unfurls and beats angrily knocking a chair over in the process. A slight whimper escapes him drawing pity from you. You had expected his kind to be strong and without pain but here he is exhibiting a weakness.
“Almost done,” You whisper as his long fingers continue to hold you.
After pulling out the last, you step back from him, with a half dozen quills in your hand. You examine the black plumage carefully, admiring their beauty and the way they shine in the candle light.
You can feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, watching you as your fingers glide over the feathers. You blush offering them back to the winged man.
“You can keep them Little Dove,” he chuckles, “I have plenty.”
You smile, embarrassed by the fact that he had caught your interest in them. Soaking a cloth in the clear alcohol you move forward again, with the broken feathers out of the way you have a better view of the cut. You perch yourself carefully not hovering this time but kneeling next to him on the couch with one leg between his to get a closer look. There a bit of dirt from his fall, you can only hope that the alcohol will be enough to prevent it from getting infected. “This is going to hurt too,” you warn him.
“I doubt it will be worse than... fu-fuck!” His good wing curls round closing in as he pulls you to his chest in reaction to the pain. You are the one to gasp this time as his mouth nips down on your shoulder.
“Taehyung?” You make an attempt to pull his hands off but his grip digs in like a pair of talons latching to its prey. “Taehyung, that hurts! You have to let go, you have to let me finish.” He releases you slowly but you can still feel him winch with every touch of the cloth. Finding a fresh linen you question how you should secure it. It’s not like you can wrap it in place that would have to encompass the entire width of his wing and might damage some of his other feathers.
You take a look through your cupboards looking for anything that might function as an adhesive. Your eyes settle on a golden jar of honey, it’s a decent antiseptic and hopefully it should make the cloth stick too. With the flat of a spoon you spread it over the bandage and place it carefully on, you smile in success when it appears to be secure.
“Thank you Little Dove, I guess you humans have a few more uses than I thought,” He laughs.
Your face falls at his comment, remembering what he truly is. What his kind have done to your people. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it to heal.” You growl standing to make a swift exit to your room.
“Wait, how am I supposed to sleep with my wings on a couch?” He whines back looking confused by the change in your tone.
“Figure it out yourself, I’ve just reached the limit of my usefulness.” You throw back at him in anger, slamming your bedroom door shut behind you. He’s your ticket out of here, one month and your free, one month and you can escape this enclosed life and try to find something even greater. You look down to the feathers in your hand and set them on your side table, wishing that you could have your own and not have to rely on his.
Sleep does not come easy that night, every sound from the other room has you wondering what the beast might be up to, and whether you can actually trust him to keep his side of the bargain.
...
You rise with the sun peering in the large window of your bedroom. Carefully stepping out to your living room you find Taehyung sprawled out on the couch, cuddling one of the cushions while his injured wing lays flat, propped up by one of your chairs. On the stove fire you bring a pot of water to boil, using it to fill two bowls of oatmeal and a basin.
You try to wake him, but after calling his name and shaking his shoulder you find this task to be pointless. The bandage has to be changed before you leave, if he refuses to wake up beforehand he will within a minute or two after you start. You dip the rag into the basin of warm water and place it over the gauze patch melting the honey to allow for an easier removal.
You can see a sleepy smile creep onto Taehyung’s face, he abandons the pillow and allows his arms to trail over you instead. This all comes to a halt as you remove the bandage. His eyes fly open as a hiss greets you. “What the hell?”
“What? I tired to wake you, but I guess I can’t help you with that either.”
“Fuck,” He groans in pain, “I’m sorry okay? It was a stupid comment.”
“If you are going to stay here you either respect me as an equal, or I’ll throw you out of the cabin. I have to leave soon, so let me finish. I made you food, not sure if you’re able to eat it though.”
“I’m not picky, my kind can eat anything.”
You reapply the honey to a new linen square and dress the wound once again, as he takes the bowl of porridge.
After finishing you gather your cloak and boots that you discarded haphazardly the day before.
“Where are you going?” He looks up to you before taking another bite of his meal.
“I’m one of the foragers, I look for additional food that’s not grown on the smaller farms, mushrooms berries, nuts, whatever we can get our hands on.” You explain while tying a boot.
His eyes grow wide, “You shouldn't go out there it’s not safe for you.”
“Yeah well, your kind should have thought of that before you drove us into the second dark age.”
“That was for your safety too. It wasn’t just about our freedom, you humans have a way of destroying yourselves and everything around you, my ancestors were trying to protect what was left.”
“Then it should be perfectly fine now...” you goad him.
“Stay away from the edge of the forest,” He instructs. “And don’t climb any trees.”
“How did you...” You stop for a second stunned by his knowledge of your little secret.
“Please, just trust me.” Taehyung gives not further explanation, he only stares back at you with a distinct look of sincerity.
You wish you could question him more but you have to leave, or some of the other foragers might come to your cabin to find you.
...
You return that evening to find Taehyung wide eyed with worry. He smiles brightly at you but the stress and confinement has clearly left him agitated.
“Okay talk, you clearly know more than you let on.”
“I’m not sure what...”
“Don’t climb any trees?” You throw your cloak down on the chair beside you in frustration. You thought all day about the possibilities and the questions you need to ask of him, wasting no time before grilling him with your inquiries, “How do you know that I do that when no one else in this village does. Why are you really here?”
“I’ve seen you before,” Taehyung looks down at his feet while he exposes his truth. “When you were climbing. I had never seen a human do that before, you peaked my interest.”
“Really? That was why you came?”
“What can I say? My kind have a weakness for pretty things... and you’re little rebellion drew me in.” He looks back to you again with a side smile. “I wanted to come find you, maybe even take you from this place. Your god does not have your best interest at heart, or at least the type of freedom you desire.”
“What is he?”
“A winged creature the same as myself, a crow hybrid.”
“But today you said I wasn’t safe, what’s changed from all the days before?”
Taehyung takes a deep breath looking hesitant to share the next bit of information with you, “Rumour is that he’s looking for a mate, and has you in mind. I’m not the only one who saw you climbing. You look so very much at home in the trees, I can see why he chose you.”
You are beyond revolted by the thought, bile begins to rise in your throat, a panic sets in as you consider the imposing threat of a god’s affection. You sit down next to Taehyung cowering with you hands on your face, “But he can’t, he can’t take me. He made a pact with my people, he can’t even set foot in the forest unless we give permission.”
“No he can’t,” Taehyung removes your grip from yourself, and takes your chin in his own hands to ensure that you are focused on him, that you take in every word as cautionary advice. “Not unless you leave the forest with him, for your sake don’t leave my side. No matter what happens, no matter what tricks he plays or what he might do to persuade you, don’t leave with anyone else but me. If you step outside with him willingly you become his property. If that happens I can’t save you.”
“You were hurt before, do you really think we can leave if he is determined?”
“I do, I was caught off guard when he attacked. Let’s just say I have friends in high places who will prevent that from happening again.”
...
The weeks that follow are by no means unpleasant. Although the hybrid was arrogant at first he soon comes down to your level. While you tell him of your life here and your true name, he returns the favour of your honestly with tales of flight and what it feels like to soar through the sky.
You had no idea what to expect living with him, there some habits that of his you enjoy, and others that can be a little... frustrating. You once spent half an hour looking for your cloak only to find that Taehyung had stolen it to add to his bed. He apologized saying that it is a trait of his kind. Little things of yours still go missing though, most are found in the same place, wrapped within the nest of blankets that he has created on the couch, but there must be a half dozen objects which you’ve never managed to track down again. As an apology for taking your belongings he leaves feathers on your pillow. A smile crosses your face each time as you add them to the collection on your bedside table. This soft ink-black bouquet has become the focal point of your room, one from which you cannot draw your eyes away, a lure that leads your thoughts back to Taehyung even after you leave him for the night.
To your delight his wing is healing rapidly, everyday you feel one step closer to freedom. He couldn’t have come at a better time with the pressures from your village. They have been telling you that it’s time to settle down, to stop living with your head in the clouds, and start thinking about the future of this little town and how you can contribute. But every time they bring up the possibility of a match your mind drifts to Taehyung.
You haven’t even escaped with him yet but when you’re with him you feel unrestrained. How he rather observe your actions and listen to your thoughts rather than criticize them like those in your village. He is the only one to have ever give you a choice in what you wanted, and now because of that you find yourself longing for him.
...
“You shouldn’t go out there today Little Dove,”
“I won’t go near the edge of the forest.”
“No it’s not just that. There’s a storm coming.” You notice the slight shiver to his skin as he says those words. The feathers of his wings ruffle and puff out, he looks as if his instinct is telling him to flee.
You begin to worry but not for the same reasons, a winter storm this early could be devastating to the food collection.
“I have to, if there’s is a storm on the way we need to gather everything we can before it’s covered in snow. I’ll keep an eye out and come back before it hits.”
You know that Taehyung would want you to stay close but in all good conscience you can’t. Instead you push yourself even further into the depths of the forest, separating from the rest of the party. You reach areas to forage that you usually don’t use until later in the season. With winter on it’s the way sooner than expected you can’t afford to miss this opportunity to gather all you can.
It was a stupid thing to do you realize on your trek back, you’re not even a quarter of the way home when the freezing rain begins to pelt your cloak. Your hands grow painfully numb from the cold lashing against your skin. An hour later and you are still haven’t returned, your clothes are thoroughly soaked with parts of the cloth freezing in the frigid air.
The day goes from bad to worse when the snow starts, obscuring your vision as it falls from the sky. You can only pray that you are heading in the right direction, as your feet move forward. The world completely awash by the flurry around you.
Your progress slows as you step into the drifts. The icy chill penetrates deep into your legs, leaving you barely able to move, and your mind unwilling to focus on anything other than the warmth you crave. Your sight grows fuzzy, leaving you to question it as you catch glimpses of what you desire, black feathers, littering the ground and the path in front of you. You look to the sky but are only meet with the blanket of white that continues to fall. You can’t be sure if you are just seeing things, that maybe your mind has created a delusion of hope to lead you on. But you follow the trail of feathers regardless, wanting so badly to be embraced by the warm wings you know so well.
Between the gusts of wind you can almost here whispers of the name he has given you, ‘Little Dove.’ You follow the soft voice in a trance desperate to leave this frozen place by any means necessary.
It’s not until you hear shouting behind you that you are shaken from your daze.
“No Little Dove, that’s the wrong way!” Taehyung's voice and arm close in around you blocking out everything else. He shrouds you with a cloak which he too hides beneath. His wings forming a large mound of a back but still hidden from view.
He picks you up and turns back in the direction from which he came. Trudging through the snow drifts that had made you stumble.
Once you reach the cabin he pulls off your cloak and sets you in front of the glowing fire in your bedroom. Proceeding to layer it with log after log until it’s as tall as the stove will allow. Every candle and lamp in the room is lit by his hand. The warmth is slow to hit while your clothes are still frozen. Pulling a blanket from your bed you strip beneath leaving your undergarments on wrapped beneath the heavy fibres.
Taehyung to begins to undress too although modesty does not seem to be a concern of his. Exposing everything to the air except what lies beneath his underwear. He takes a seat next to you on the floor in front of the fire. “You promised you would be back in time. What were you thinking? He almost had you.”
“I lost track of time, when the storm set in I couldn’t see.” Your teeth chatter as you try to absorb the heat.
“You’re lucky I came to find you.”
Taehyung stretches out his wings behind you shaking them slightly to dislodge the moisture that seeped in through his cloak.
You turn to face one of the wings letting your arm reach up from beneath the blanket. Your fingers brush through his damp feathers, grooming them back into place. There’s a low vibration at the back of his throat as his eyes close.
“Why did you? You’re almost healed you could probably manage flight on your own. It would be easier for you to escape that way.” You pause with your fingers buried deep in down coat of his wing as you look up to his content face.
“Please don’t stop,” he begs looking down to place his hand on yours, urging you to keep going. “I told you I came to find you, I gave you my word. Do you think that I wish to lose you to someone else? Or that I would leave you to escape out there alone?”
Taehyung takes a deep breath causing his wings to shudder beneath your touch, “Little Dove, I’m sorry I should have told you sooner but the freedom which you were looking for, it does not exist for humans. Not outside of these confined spaces. Those who are found unaccompanied are either killed or taken to maintain control. I question taking you out there without you knowing that it truly is safer in here. I would rather rip these wings off than expose you to those who reside out there. I wish I could live with you in this cage forever, with you and you alone.”
It’s as the village has always told you, but even now knowing the definite truth you still find yourself wishing to leave, “Please keep your promise, I don’t care about the consequences anymore I just need to leave this forest.”
“I won’t break it. I just need to make you aware of what you might see out there. It’s a life of basic instinct, one that you won’t be able to survive alone. If you want to exist in safety you’ll be forced to stay by my side. Do you really think you can handle that Little Dove?” His deep voice echoes through you as his hands trail your back. “What would your people say if they saw you with a beast like me?”
“I don’t care. They are set in their ways with their feet rooted to the ground, they are part of this cage. I’ve never wanted to leave as much as I do now, I want to leave here with you, I want to stay with you.”
Your hand moves from his wing to touch his cheek, when you hesitate an inch from his face he leans in to meet your grasp. His lips graze the skin of your palm as he looks at you through narrowed eyes. It’s as if your touch has woken a demon inside of him, one who demands your surrender, which you are only too glad to give. He rips the blanket from your shoulders and crashes into your chest. His mouth finds yours and wastes no time before claiming the warmth behind your lips.
Taehyung rises up tugging you off the floor and into his arms, completely encasing you with the walls his wings as you stand against him. Feeling his feathers caress the bareness of your back as you are pressed to his chest sends shivers through you. His mouth nips at your neck with sharp bites. Your feel like the pain should bother you but you find yourself wanting more, more of him, more of this.
You are tired of this enclosure that you live in. How everyone considers the fact that they are being watched, causing them to act too good, too pure, and never giving into what they truly desire. Is it so bad to want feel everything at the hands of the man currently holding you?
“I long for the day where I can leave with you, and tell everyone that you’re mine. I want to show them how I can make you feel.” His hand trails to your chest, reaching behind to unlatch you bra, “The blush rising to your skin,” His hands continue downwards falling next under the band of your underwear pushing them down until they fall to the floor, “the dampness between your legs,” You fold into him as his fingers touch the arousal to which he was just referring, “The look on your face as I take you. Would you like that? To show your god that you belong to me?”
You smile at the thought, your little rebellion becoming far more than climbing trees, “More than anything.”
Taehyung growls with pleasure. “Little Dove.” He turns you around and guides his shaft inside you from behind as your legs wobble on the floor. His hand reaches down to rub the swollen numb at your crest. He stays like that for a moment, no movement no thrusting, just letting you get used to the girth between your legs. Your body begins to overheat, desperate with a wish for him to continue.
“Do you truly want to show him how I fuck you, how you enjoy taking my cock?”
“Yes.” You whisper back only able to answer with a single word while the rest of you voice is lost in a moan.
“As you wish.” Taehyung unfurls his wings and pins you against the large window of your room. A loud cry leaves you from the shock of the cool glass pressing against you. “If he’s watching, let’s give him a show,” He growls in your ear.
The exposure is overwhelming, the window pane is freezing against your sensitive chest, the thought that someone might see you is terrifying, but at the same time you can feel the arousal drip down your thighs as he shoves you against the glass with each thrust. His hands come to find yours against the window and cling to them. While your breath leaves a wave of condensation against the pane.
“Is this okay Little Dove? Do you like how I have you splayed out for all to see?” You nod giving him a whimper as he thrusts once again. “It’s such a pretty sight.” Taehyung whispers into your ear and proceeds to nip at your lobe.
He pulls out and flips you around forcing your back against the glass. Taehyung wraps your arms around his neck before taking one your thighs in each hand. He lifts you up and glides back in. “Fuck Little Dove, if I had known you would be this soft and warm I would have come to you sooner.”
His pace is relentless as he continues to swell inside you. Pressing even further against you, he helps you to lock your legs around his back. After the coolness of the glass, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours is so soothing that the tightness inside you starts to unravel. You clench down causing him to gasp and swear as you come on his cock. You quake in his arms unable to hang on as the pleasure runs through you.
“Tae-Taehyung...” You shudder in his hands your head drooping to your arm on the crook of his neck.
“That’s it, sing for me Little Dove.” He forces your head back and snaps down on your neck with his teeth. As you unleash another moan for him, you can feel his warmth spill inside you. He remains within while his lips begin to stroke across your skin, giving a soft caress to the area he just assaulted with his teeth. The rise and fall of his chest slows and matches yours as you both catch your breath.
He lowers you both down to the floor on the discarded blanket in front of the window with you resting on top of him. You make an attempt to reach for a cloth to clean up the cum seeping from you, when Taehyung stops you by folding over his wings to entrap you against him.
“No you don’t, you’re staying right here.”
You blush as you try to explain the reasoning behind your actions, “I’m going to drip all over you...”
“Good,” He reaches around your back, arching himself forward to lay his fingers against your swollen folds. “Why would I want to waste this?” You twitch as the tips run along you slit. “You are mine Little Dove and this proves it.” His index slides inside, drawing a whine from the sensation and twitch at his touch. His other arm wraps around your waist keeping you locked against him as he adds another finger to the first. You continue to writhe against him but he does not relent.
Your hands grip his chest as you find yourself chasing that release once again. Taehyung smiles down at you as you give into him for a second time. His wings draw even closer teasing your back with light touches as his fingers become more ruthless. Your walls close in and throb around his digits as the orgasm tears through you.
When his fingers pull out you are left with a breathless sigh. He draws his damp tips across your ass and lower back, as his mutters down to you with a smirk. “If you try to clean up again, I promise to paint you with even more of your cum and my own, is that understood?”
You relax against him nodding with a grin, you look to the cloth and consider rebelling for a third time before you fall asleep.
...
The next morning you wake still cocooned in Taehyung’s wings. The warmth of the sun absorbed in his feather is makes it a cozy spot. You poke your head out to look through the window, finding the forest bright with the light reflecting off the fresh snow and ice layered on the bark.
But as you look further up in the trees you still, unable to believe the sight. Resting on a branch you find a creature with an enormous black wings, a reach even farther than Taehyung’s mounted behind a pair of broad shoulders. The face peering down could easily be that of god, even if it is not truly divine.
In a panic you shake Taehyung while keeping your eyes on the beast, “Taehyung wake up.”
“Mmm, but you’re so warm Little Dove.”
“H-he’s out there...”
Taehyung shoots up to glance out the window, a look of disdain rooting into his expression as glares up. “Time’s up, we have to go,” He mutters pressing the blanket on to you for cover as you both get up.
“How is he even in the forest? He has no right.”
“You’re laws have holes, he has not set foot on the forest grounds, he has broken no rules by being there. This is why I asked you not to climb the trees.”
You closed the curtains and throw on your nearest outfit, before asking the most important question. “Are you healed enough to fly?”
“I can get you out of here, I can get you to safety, I promise. We have to get to the edge of the forest though, I need more room though can’t take off and fly with you through the trees they’re too narrow.”
You quickly pack small satchel with a few essentials. Your eyes linger on the stray feathers on your table before packing those too. They’ve become so valuable to you, you can’t bear the the thought of leaving them behind.
You both rush out the back door running through the trees heading south to the nearest break in the woods. A shadow looming overhead as you run.
Taehyung stops and looks up as your pursuer does the same, “Keep going I’ll take care of him, wait for me near the edge.”
“Taehyung...” You begin argue back.
“I’ll be fine, just remember what I said.”
Before you can give him another word he runs back towards the god, taking to the trees with one swift leap.
The snow is still deep and uneven in parts slowing your exit, so when the break in the forest appears in front of you, you feel a deep relief. Your freedom is almost here you are so close to touching it. You thought that your wait might be over as a set of black wings lower in front of you, but they are not Taehyung's, nor do they belong to the god who peered down at you from the trees.
The winged man offers you a hand, he puts on a friendly face with a bright smile. “You need to come with me.”
You back away knowing what will happen if you do.
Sensing your fear he urges your hand to come to his once again, “I know Taehyung, I’ll bring him to you once your safe.”
He may know Taehyung’s name but you still can’t trust him, “I’m not leaving with you, I know how your games work.”
“Oh Little Dove, you have no idea...” A wicked smile appears on his face, as he witnesses the rise in confusion with the use of your nickname.
Taehyung comes up from behind pulling you into his arms. “Nice try Hoseok, did you make a deal with Seokjin to distract me?”
“It was worth a shot.” Hoseok’s face falls to bitterness as he looks to the man holding you.
Taehyung looks ready to pounce upon this hybrid too, but Just as Taehyung fell on the day that you meet him another pair of wings darts down from this sky. Although this decent appears to be more calculated, taking down the beast called Hoseok.
“Yoongi...” Taehyung calls out stepping forward to help him.
“Go! I’ve got him.” The hybrid shouts pinning the other beneath him.
Taehyung turns to you, “If you want to leave with me, we have to go now.”
He holds out his long slender fingers, to take yours. You hesitate but follow through, knowing that you would give anything to escape the wooden cage behind you.
The second your hand touches his and you step over the line he swoops you up into his arms. Seeing the full span of his wings takes your breath away. He holds you close as he lifts from the ground, the smile on your face grows as you reach the unobstructed blue sky, leaving the forest behind. But your joy is short lived for you don’t even travel out of view of the forest before his pace slows.
“Your wing, is it okay?”
“Of course Little Dove,” you turn your head away from the sky to the direction in which you are heading, finding a house built high on the branches of a tree. He sets you down on the balcony of the wooden house and presses you inside with a soft kiss to you check. “Welcome home...”
You look around you surroundings and notice a few of your missing belongings scattered about, from clothes, to jewellery that had been passed down to you, as well as one of your favourite books. You take one of your shirts in hand as you question him, “What do you mean home? Why are we still so close...” Your heart stops as his smile grows. “No, you said you’d keep me safe...”
“My nest is safe, where it always has been, and always will be watching over the forest.”
The god you’ve always hated... the one you’ve always tried to rebel against... the one who was looking for a mate. Stands in front of you with a look of victory etched into his face.
“You didn’t belong in there, your more like my kind than human. I could see it in your eyes, how you craved the open sky. I knew from the first time I saw you in that tree you would make the perfect addition to our nest, how pretty you would look woven into our midst.”
“Our midst?”
The three hybrids you had just seen in the woods descend upon the house... accompanied by three more. As they enter you back yourself into a corner, trying to keep your eyes on every face, every winged enemy that stands in front of you. Not just one god, but seven.
Taehyung follows you making sure not leaving your side, “My brothers and I, just like the crows we descend from we stay together. When we found you we made a deal, whoever took you from the forest by their hand, whoever could convince you to leave would take control of the flock..and you. I was given the first attempt.”
“Your injury, the fighting between you, it was all fake. You tricked me?”
“Oh the injury was real, Jungkook was not happy that he would have to wait. As I said we are beasts, he tried to stop me from meeting you. Just as my other brothers fought me to take their chance and leave with you.
“Last night, in the storm?”
“Jimin,” Taehyung glares over to the shortest male who looks to you with a smirk, “Wanted to see if he could tempt you before I could.”
“You should have continued to follow my voice Little Dove, you were so close. I would have kept you warm.” Jimin coos.
You stunned to silence you look down to the shirt in your hands, gripping in until your knuckles turn white, fear and anger coursing through you. Taehyung follows you sight, “Forgive me, I traded those things to keep my brothers complacent, to buy more time with you. They were so happy when you accepted their feathers in return, they’ll be even happier to know that you kept them with you.”
You immediately drop the bag that they are contained in, overwhelmed with the feeling that you might be sick.The tallest brother reaches out to you with concern on his face, but the thought of him touching leads you to pull back and him to fall away.
“Don’t worry Little Dove, Namjoon won’t hurt you, none of them will. They’ve dreamt of you just as much as I. They were so thankful for the display you gave last night they could wait no longer to have you too.” Taehyung takes your upper arm and tugs you towards him placing his lips on your neck in a soft kiss.
“Taehyung please, stop. I can’t... I don’t want this.” You beg in tears, trying to pull away.
He holds firm and brushing the dampness from your face, “Nothing has changed between us, I can still give you the sky. I didn’t want to frighten you, can you honestly say that you would have given me a chance if you had known the truth?”
“No, and I still wouldn’t!” You curse your stupidity, letting your desire for freedom blind you from the truth. You leapt from your cage, and landed straight into their nest. A nest high in a tree with no low branches for escape.
“You left off your own accord, you took my hand willingly. Resist if you wish, if it will make you content.” Taehyung smiles in no way dissuaded but your tone, he turns to hold you from behind allowing his brothers to look upon you while he traps you with an arm around you waist. A low whisper from him reaches your ear and seize your soul, “But you should know by now, you can’t climb away Little Dove, every rebellion only brings you closer to me.”
#bts smut#taehyung smut#taehyung x reader#yandere bts#bts hybrid au#seokjin x reader#yoongi x reader#namjoon x reader#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#jungkook x reader#bts x reader#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#v x reader#bts reader insert#bts thriller au#bts hybrid#bts beastly gods
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Cabin Fever - Yandere! Yoongi x reader
Happy Holidays! I hope everyone has a wonderful time regardless of what you’re celebrating, and I hope you enjoy this seasonal oneshot!
Warning: Non-consensual use of drugs
Amongst the cracking of fire and the hum of some generic christmas tunes, (Y/N) groaned as she woke up, rubbing at her blurry eyes to focus on her surroundings. A softly lit room filled with twinkling lights and homely wooden furniture. It was like something straight out of a Christmas advert or some hallmark movie.
But she knew she’d never been there before. And she had no memory of getting there either. The last thing she remembered was getting home from work and collapsing straight into bed.
She decided to explore, attempting to rise from her position and seeing a heap of blankets fall to the ground. (Y/N) turned to see the sofa she’d been resting on, adorned with boundless numbers of pillows and blankets, inviting her to crawl back in and stay in a cozy cocoon forever.
But curiosity held greater value than coziness as (Y/N) made her way to the door. Her legs felt weak, and she had to reach out for support from the sofa to stay in a straight line.
“I wasn’t drinking last night, right?” She muttered to herself in confusion as she clutched onto the doorknob for support, twisting it open and almost falling through the door frame.
She peered out into the corridor. It was as cheery as the room she had been in, tinsel & glowing lights strung across the walls. Her attention was drawn to an open door at the end of the corridor, a mouthwatering smell wafting out.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror. There was an absence of all signs of fatigue, and she was dressed in a warm looking red sweater and black leggings, adding to her movie-like scenario.
Determination built up by the sight of human life and an answer to the situation, (Y/N) staggered down the corridor until she reached the light source. A man dressed in casual clothes had his back to her, head down and hands occupied with the trimming of parsnips. Noticing her presence he turned around, and a chill went down her spine upon seeing his face.
Min Yoongi, a man she had not seen in years, was right in front of her, smiling merrily as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Yoongi?” (Y/N) gasped. Seeing her weakened state the smile dropped off his face, and he approached her to lift her up, scooping her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
“You shouldn’t be up yet.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Was it uncomfortable? I’m really sorry. Here, you can sleep in my bed.” He exclaimed, walking towards a new, unexplored room. (Y/N) wanted to protest, to ask why she was in an unknown place with her ex-boyfriend but all her energy was gone. All she could do was loll her had back onto his chest and close her eyes.
She heard the gentle beating of his heart, something that she hadn’t experienced in years. Not since they were teenage sweethearts, not since she’d left him when greater opportunities were offered to her and he was holding her back. So now, why were they together in some unknown location?
“W-what’s happening? Yoongi, where are we?” She murmured, feeling a bit of strength coming back to her. Her mind was becoming clearer by the minute, and she wanted answers.
“You don’t need to worry, (Y/N). We’re safe.” He said in a hushed voice, thumb rubbing her cheek as if to lull her into sleep again. But (Y/N) was more awake than ever, and no later than a Yoongi has placed her down on a soft bed she was sitting back up.
“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.” He said lowly, eyes trained on her. (Y/N) shook her head.
“No! Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on!” She yelled. She could have easily stabbed Yoongi in the heart and it would have had the same effect. He was totally shell shocked, eyes welled up as if he was about to cry. Instead, he shook his head.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you get to sleep.” He finally said, walking over to a set of drawers and pulling out a wooden box.
(Y/N) felt her blood run cold as he stuck a needle into a thumb sized bottle of clear liquid.
“Just a bit.” He muttered to himself. “Three hours.”
(Y/N) shook her head, trying to back away as he approached with the needle, not realising that she’d shuffled to far and she fell on the floor with a thud.
Trapped. He easily strode over, tilting up her chin so that he could find her vein.
“Please… don’t do this to me Yoongi.” (Y/N) whimpered. He tutted, sinking the needle into her skin.
“Our security comes first.” was the cryptic message (Y/N) was left with as her senses numbed and her conscience faded.
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The phone was ringing. That was all that (Y/N) was aware of. Forcing her heavy eyelids open, the device was right in her line of sight, next to the bed she’d been tucked into.
With one heavy and shaking arm she reached out for the receiver.
“Hello?” For a second, it was just as if she was answering her own phone. Then the reality of her situation came back to her. “Hello? Can you help me?”
“Huh? Have I got the wrong number?” The person on the other end of the line responded.
“Please, I don’t know where I am and I think my ex-boyfriend kidnapped me!” (Y/N) begged, oblivious to the pounding of footsteps outside the door. “You can trace the call, right? My name is-”
Before she could tell her saviour her name, the phone was snatched out of (Y/N)’s hand.
“Hello? Hyung?” Yoongi paused for a second as the person on the other end babbled on.
“No, it’s nothing. You shredded that missing persons report, right?” He said, sitting down on the bed next to (Y/N). One hand moved to absent mindedly rub her back, reminiscent of all the nights she’d done to him when they were lovers.
“No, I’ve paid them off. If she got that far, they’d bring her back.” A shiver went down (Y/N)’s spine listening to Yoongi’s side of the conversation. She couldn’t help but feel hopeless, as if even if she hadn’t been interrupted by her kidnapper, this person wouldn’t have helped her. No one would, apparently.
“I’ll call you if there’s any altercations. Have a good night, Hyung.” Yoongi placed the phone back down.
“Dinner’s ready now. Are you going to be good?” He said. She nodded, scared of what the man she once knew and his assortment of drugs could do to her.
Yoongi eased her into his arms, once again letting her rest on him as he carried her into a new room, a dining area lit by candles and with a old record player spinning a familiar Frank Sinatra tune.
He gently helped her into one of the chairs, before removing a silk cord from his pocket.
“Just for good measure.” He assured, before taking one of her wrists and binding it to the arms of her chair.
He nodded to himself before turning his attention to the food. He’s prepared the traditional Christmas meal, as if this was some cutesy dream rather than a delirious nightmare.
Seeing as (Y/N) only had one hand free, he took it upon himself to prepare a plate for her, even cutting it up into small pieces before spearing one with a fork and holding it towards her mouth.
“I can feed myself.” (Y/N) protested, and with a remorseful look Yoongi gave her the utensil.
“This isn’t… you know…” (Y/N) placed her fork down cautiously, starting to feel sick at the thought.
“Why would I do that?” Yoongi chuckled.
“You’re a fucking psycho. Bringing me to some random cabin, drugging me when I won’t sleep. It’s not too farfetched to assume you’re going to kill me.” (Y/N) snapped back.
“(Y/N), you’ve got this all backwards. I don’t want to hurt you!” Yoongi gasped, his chair falling back onto the floor with a clatter as he stood up. “Please, I just want us to be normal again.”
“Normal? You think kidnapping me and taking me to some isolated location is ‘normal’?” (Y/N) hissed. She was desperately tugging at the one arm tied down, wishing to every deity that she could be away from him.
“No! I just… fuck… I missed you so much. And life drove us apart when we’re meant to be together! I can’t live the rest of my life without you.” He shouted. “(Y/N), you’re the only thing I want in this world. It’s Christmas, can’t I just have you?”
For a moment there was quiet, just heavy panting and the faint hum of the record player. Then (Y/N) spoke.
“I will never love an obsessive freak like you ever again.” She snarled. Yoongi looked distraught, heartbroken, as if he was experiencing every emotion at once. And then, he was angry.
“You will. You have no other choice but to love me. You won’t see daylight until you do.” And just like that, the anger washed out of him and he was peaceful again. “Now finish your dinner. Then I’ve got a special present for you.”
He left the room with a smile, as (Y/N) once again tugged at her bindings. No matter how distressed she was, this was still a dream to him.
#yandere bts#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere yoongi#yandere suga#yandere yoongi x reader#kpop yandere#yandere au#yandere kpop#yandere bts au#yoongi x reader#yandere min yoongi#yandere suga x reader
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Oh Honey Honey
Beorn x (gender-neutral) Reader
I just want to say that this is the fault of inspired by @luna-xial when I read this and became obsessed with Beorn, and honestly the last thing I needed was to be obsessed with yet another character from Tolkien’s magical brain world but there it is.
Warnings: none, but it’s absolute stinking trash
Word count: 1462
Being the only human in the company, you valued any alone time you could get and the adrenaline rush you’d just received running not only from Azog but a giant fucking bear meant you definitely weren’t sleeping any time soon. That’s how you found yourself thoroughly content exploring the House you’d found yourself in, surrounded by 13 sleeping dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit.
Maybe exploring a home when the host wasn’t present - and quite likely didn’t want you there at all - was rude, but you figured that so long as you didn’t break anything and you didn’t move anything from its proper place there was no harm in it. Besides, this was your precious alone time and you were going to do whatever you damn well wanted to do.
As a trained healer and avid amateur baker, supply cupboards intrigued you and so those where what you explored first. This house’s layout and furnishings made you feel tiny - a strange sensation after traveling for weeks with incredibly muscular but incredibly short dwarves (and an even shorter hobbit.)
Upon opening the first cupboard, you came face to face with the biggest jar of sugar you’d ever seen. You blinked, wondering how big your host truly was (and how big was his appetite.) There were several other jars on that same shelf, and you stuck your arms out to root around and satisfy your curiosity.
“Hmm.... jam. Strawberry or ...?” It didn’t say on the label. You took a moment to glance around, looking incredibly shifty and suspicious, and when you noticed everyone was still sleeping you quietly unscrewed the lid and dipped a clean finger into the red mixture. You tasted it with a wrinkled nose and quickly screwed the lid back on. Whatever flavour it was, it was too sweet for you. No doubt it would taste better on toast.
You put that jar back carefully where you found it and dragged another to the front of the shelf.
“Honey?”
You loved honey, and were just about to pop the lid off the jar when you heard a noise outside the cabin. It made you jump and you almost knocked the jar of honey to the floor but luckily it was too heavy for your flailing hand to budge.
You hurried to close the cupboard and dive back to your bedroll before you could be caught snooping by who you assumed was your host. You hadn’t realised how tired you were and now that the adrenaline rush had worn off you were asleep in mere minutes.
A soft buzzing noise woke you the next morning and you opened your eyes to see the biggest bee you’d ever seen hovering just above your nose. You gasped but stayed still, not wanting to get stung accidentally. Once the bee moved away you sat up and stretched; all the other members of the company seemed to have already woken up and had left their bedrolls. What you didn’t notice was a set of dark eyes watching you from the shadows.
Blinking away sleep, you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame it and as you did you noticed another buzzing sound, but this buzzing wasn’t as constant and sounded distressed. Glancing around, your eyes found another giant bee on the floor. This one was clearly suffering and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. As a healer, you hated seeing any living creature in pain.
“Oh dear... what are you supposed to do with dying bees...?” You muttered to yourself, wracking your tired brain for an answer until you suddenly remembered.
“Ahah!” Scrabbling to your feet you made a bee-line (shoot me) to the cupboard you’d been looking in the night before. Flinging open the door, your hands firmly gripped the giant jar of honey and you opened it. Forgetting your manners once again, you dipped two fingers into the golden liquid and scooped some out. You screwed the lid back on awkwardly with one hand, all the while trying not to drip honey onto the floor.
Clambering over several empty bedrolls, you made your way back to your own bedroll where the struggling bee was still making a fuss.
Carefully and slowly you moved your fingers closer and closer to the bee - you still didn’t want to get yourself stung by the extra-large stinger. After a moment the bee seemed to notice the honey and it stopped its frantic buzzing to shuffle across the tiny distance from where it was to where your honey coated fingers were.
The bee ate the honey off of your fingers and you focused on keeping your hand as still as possible. Once the bee had eaten enough to get its strength back, it flapped its wings a few times experimentally before lifting off into the air. You smiled brightly and began to lick the remaining honey off your fingers. Your eyes slid shut and you hummed in delight, only to snap your eyes open when the buzzing sound of the bees suddenly grew a lot louder.
There were at least 10 bees buzzing around your head, each one bumping into you occasionally as if they were drunk, but it seemed almost ... affectionate?
“They like you, little flower.” A deep, unknown voice made you freeze. In your peripheral vision you saw a massive hand gently shooing the insects away from you and you felt your shoulders hunch as you instinctively made yourself smaller.
“U-uhm.. hello..” you pretty much squeaked, not moving from your position as the owner of the hand slowly moved to a place where you could see him. He was huge. Massive. Gigantic. Enormous. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the man talking once again.
“I have already met the rest of your company, but you I see are not a dwarf … or a hobbit… or a wizard.” He continued, his voice slow and unhurried and you couldn’t quite prevent the shy, fluttering heat building in the pit of your stomach as he spoke.
He leisurely crouched down, hands on his knees, till his face was almost level with yours - though he was still a little taller even in that position.
“So who are you, little bee keeper?” He seemed amused and though he was gigantic he seemed friendly enough, so you just about managed to find the courage to reply.
“I’m… [y-y/n]… human, n-nice to meet you.” You were about to offer your hand in a polite shake when you suddenly found two big hands around your waist and with an embarrassing squawk you were suddenly placed on a very, very broad shoulder. As he carried you outside - with you clinging tightly to his head for fear of falling - he continued talking completely normally (as if he hadn’t just scooped you up from your very comfortable place on your bedroll and plopped you on a very precarious position.)
“I am Beorn the skin changer.” You squinted as you were suddenly out in the open and once your eyes adjusted you saw the rest of the company already outside, gawking at you. You waved awkwardly.
“You should have introduced this one first, wizard. I like this little bee keeper the best, they have a pure heart.” The company, knowing you well, couldn’t disagree with him. In fact, they all started offering instances where you’d proven yourself to be an incredibly caring, thoughtful individual.
As sweet as that was, you couldn’t help but notice you were still on Beorn’s shoulder and on top of that, the skin-changer seemed to have absolutely no intention of putting you down.
“E-excuse me?” You asked, but over the cacophony of dwarvish voices you could hardly be heard. You tried again, but still no one paid attention to you. Considering they were literally talking about how wonderful they thought you were, this only made you more frustrated than you otherwise would be.
You’d finally had enough, and so you wrapped your hands around a big chunk of the skin-changer’s hair and prepared to give it a firm tug, only to notice that the entire company had suddenly fallen silent. The dwarves were all open mouthed and staring at your hands. You looked from them to your hands and slowly let go of Beorn’s hair, unsure as to why your action should warrant that type of response.
Beorn, however, had slowly begun to laugh - a deep, rich laugh that matched him completely. He turned his head a little and lowered his voice to speak to you in a manner that was almost conspiratorial.
“I may not care much for dwarvish customs, little bee-keeper, but I believe in the eyes of your company… we are now engaged.”
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black sails fic recs
I have got and continue to get so much enjoyment out of Black Sails and its fandom! It's so nice that this anniversary week of posts has made me realise it is two years since my dash was abruptly filled with people having full breakdowns over the S4 finale, and I was like, “man, I don’t know why this field of corn or whatever is so important, but I guess I should watch this show and find out”. And I did. AND IT WAS.
I don’t know how to make gifsets bcos I am an idiot, but luckily for this fan content Friday thing I CAN post a non-exhaustive list of fics in this fandom that I am absolutely obsessed with. You’re welcome!!!
Unaccommodated Man, The Peaceable Kingdom, and Congress
by kvikindi / @septembriseur
James/Thomas, post-series
James looks at him, searching, and Thomas fears he will recognise that Thomas is not really Thomas, not quite Thomas, not the Thomas he had been, and so he says, “I have gone a little mad in this world without you, but now that you are here—” And James makes a sound, a sobbing, laughing sound, and crushes Thomas to him once more.
Like...obvs. This is one of the best series of stories I have read in any fandom, or, actually, that I have read in any context. Both on a macro level - with unbelievable fluency, this series encompasses trauma, recovery, intimacy, forgiveness, literature, the conception of madness, agriculture, 18th-century Native American tribal language, etc, etc - and a micro level, in which not a single word is wasted, and not a single sentence is unworthy of being read three or four times. Anyway. I have re-read all of these stories multiple times and Congress more times than I would admit to if I actually knew.
consider them both, the sea and the land
by youremyqueen / @deathnoting
Flint/Silver, post-S3
Flint frowns, stiff and unbending, and leans down just a tad so that he is looking John directly in his eyes. If he’s uncomfortable with their proximity, he doesn’t let it show.
“Remember when you told me,” he grits slowly, each word weighted with emphasis, “that you had discovered the pleasure of being both loved and feared? Is that what you would like from me? It is not enough that you have earned my respect, my friendship. You would now like for me to be frightened of you as well?” His nostrils flare, his rage is quiet. “I am not one of your men.”
John can feel the words on his face and he bears them without flinching, says only, “And I am not one of yours.”
Flint’s brow twitches, and he moves a hair closer, disgustingly close, warm and sour with the smell of whiskey, a solid and immovable blockade between John and what he wants. And he says to him, of all the unbearable things, “Isn’t that exactly what you are?”
THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIC THAT CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT FLINT/SILVER. For like three whole series I just didn’t Get It. And then I read this and was like.....oh.....I Get It. It’s a weapon. Their attraction to each other is a weapon. And sometimes they like using it and sometimes they don’t. And I have never, my friends, looked back
and into what it will be changed
by @sea-changed
James/Thomas/Miranda, pre-series
"The Hartfords left for the country last week," Miranda says; "they've merely invited us to view the painting. They cannot resist showing off, even in absentia." She and Thomas share a look, smirking at each other as if sharing an old joke. Then she looks back at James, and her mouth quirks up at him. "So you needn't worry about their judgement."
James considers protesting that that wasn't, exactly, what he was worried about, though upon second thought he wonders if it truly wasn't. "That's very kind," he says, hesitating.
"Is it?" Miranda asks, almost absently. "We do not invite you along as a kindness, Lieutenant; I believe I speak for both Thomas and I when I say we rather enjoy your company."
James feels his face heat, not unpleasantly, and he looks down at the carpet. Miranda is usually soft and kind, but occasionally she does this, speaks plain and pointed. She and Thomas both do this, push and keep pushing: Thomas seems to do so with curiosity, prodding until he finds something interesting, but Miranda does it as if she had already found the spot she wishes to target, and goes after it relentlessly. James thinks suddenly, and unexpectedly, that she would not make a bad Naval commander.
THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIC THAT CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT JAMES/THOMAS/MIRANDA. I used to be weirdly militant in the belief that James’s affairs with the Hamiltons only made sense if they were two separate affairs that didn’t even really overlap. And then I read this and was like....right okay....if they DID have a threesome it would have been like this
There’s Plenty of Men to Die
by @autoeuphoric
Flint/Silver, post-S3
The five of them share a glance, passing it around the table, man to man. Flint’s mouth twitches and Madi laughs shortly. “I would wager every man here fancies themselves in charge. This is a meeting of chieftains. I say let it remain so.”
“Although…” Silver says slowly, pulling the others’ attention on to him. Flint’s eyes flick his way, and to his horror he realizes he has nothing else to say. No point, no segue, no plan for a redirection of the conversation. He had simply wanted Flint to look at him. A fierce longing for the days when it was just the two of them fills him, laying their plans together, even though the threat of sudden and nonnegotiable execution was much higher. But he knew where he stood. Here, there are complications. Confusions.
This is just a tiny little snatch of a scene but every beat of it is perfect! Silver navigating his obsession with Flint, in the midst of everybody navigating their new relationships with each other in the new fragile and tentative anti-colonial alliance.
a question of needs (and not rosary beads)
by @seventymilestobabylon
James/Thomas, pre-series
Still: James wants to talk. If Thomas means this to be—what it is, what it clearly is, then he should have the fucking decency to say something about it. He also, and intensely, wants the whole business to be transacted without any conversation, but he knows better than to hope for that. Thomas is not capable of it, that implicit understanding. Even when he kissed James—
Thomas’s thumb very light at the hinge of his jaw. He felt a thrill like fear, when it happened.
Even then, Thomas said, “All right?” when it was over, and would have said more, except that James nodded mutely, minutely, and stammered something incoherent that required his presence elsewhere. Thomas and Miranda both looked hideously understanding about it, and James considered—as he walked home through ill-lit streets and inhaled familiar smells of smoke and fish and tar and shit—simply climbing aboard one of the ships in harbor and never returning to London.
This is one of the few pre-series fics I’ve read that really digs into James and Thomas’s incompatibilities and differences and misunderstandings - and sets them against how badly they want each other, and want to understand each other, nonetheless. Don’t get me wrong, obviously 1705 is The Only Time James McGraw Was Ever Allowed To Be Happy (tm), and I’m extremely into reading about him and Thomas making each other happy! But also - it’s so interesting to explore James being so frightened of how he feels about Thomas that he can be unkind to him, and Thomas being so immersed in how he feels about James that he can be complacent and sometimes a little thoughtless about it. And this pulls all of those things apart so well.
you and i survived
by youremyqueen / @deathnoting
Anne/Jack, Vane/Jack, pre-series
“She’s not mine. That isn’t—we aren’t—I mean to say, do you actually understand what love is, Captain?”
“Love is possession,” Vane tells him, with his usual unselfconscious melodrama. “Not only of women by men, but of men by women. The point of owning a woman is to see to it that she doesn’t own you.” He speaks as if he’s explaining some very basic and widely known conceit.
Jack winces. “What a viciously horrible perception.”
Vane rolls his eyes. “Christ’s sake. Don’t you ever get tired of acting like a fucking woman?”
“Don’t you ever get tired of acting like a fucking man?”
And couldn’t they unpack that remark for days?
The extremely funny author’s note “if someone had told me two months ago that i would write a fic that featured charles ‘only straight person in nassau’ vane as a main character, i would not have believed them” is also a summary of how I feel about this fic. WHO KNEW that on top of every other fucking thing I have to care about in this fandom, I also care a LOT about Jack and Anne and Charles fuckin Vane! A principled, terrifying, Aslan-transfigured-into-a-human nightmare of a man! This fic is so excellent and does such justice to all of them. Their triumvirate gets kind of supplanted by the Max-Anne-Jack situation from S2 onwards, and I always forget how nuanced and odd and interesting this three-way dynamic is when we first meet them. This story does such a good job at trying to explain what the fuck that dynamic is.
Katabasis
by unheroics
James/Thomas, pre-series, canon-divergent AU
There were Flint’s men, one leaving the cabin, another ransacking a chest for treasures, another still turning to speak to Randall; the words exchanged escaped Flint, as all else did, once his gaze fell to the Englishman.
He knelt barefoot on the deck, and wore the undyed, colourless linen of prison or asylum garments. For a precarious second Flint could only think that his hands had had nary a mark upon them, five years ago, and now were as scarred as those of a gamekeeper or veneur. He looked nothing like the man whose presence haunted Flint’s dreams, always at the corner of the vision, always cold to the touch and bleeding from the eyes and mouth.
In all his careful planning, and all his mirthless revenge, Flint had never thought to anticipate a variable in place of a set value. The presence of other men about was like an anchor at his feet, dragging him underwater, but it was Alfred Hamilton’s blood on his hands that kept him immobile.
“Will you kill me?” said Thomas Hamilton, in a voice harsh from paregoric. His tone had a note of morbid, queer hope. “I could pay.”
To spare you, or kill you? It was excruciating to wonder.
One of the very first James/Thomas fics I read! And certainly one of the first fics I read that started to probe and pull apart the McGraw-Flint dichotomy, by literally dropping Thomas right in the middle of it. And while the actual end of S4 is, obviously, the greatest and most narratively and emotionally satisfying thing that has ever happened on television, and you can quote me on that - one thing we do never get in canon is Thomas in Nassau, and I love getting to read that here.
#bsaaw#black sails#fic#flinthamilton#silverflint#one million emotions about one million different characters#did you mean: black sails
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