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starsinmylatte · 1 year

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Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?

Soft

Oooh, I do love some good domestic bliss... and I've always loved the idea of Silco's lover being a motherly figure for Jinx. Tbh, it would've solved so many problems in the show....

Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Pairing: Silco x Afab!reader.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Breeding kink, sliiiiight degradation, Silco fantasizes about pregnant reader, cockwarming, y'all already know what's up

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You were by far the softest thing in Silco’s life. The Eye of Zaun -the most feared kingpin in all of the Undercity- was not a man who usually enjoyed life's softer, sweeter things, but you were the one exception.

He could still vividly remember the day you showed up at his door, demanding to see Powder. Silco had wanted nothing more than to laugh. It was ridiculous, the way you showed up alone and completely unarmed to The Last Drop and demanded things from him of all people. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve never gotten past his bouncers at the door, but he could barely get Jinx to eat or respond to him. Her door was locked, and the lock was reinforced from the inside…. he was worried about his new daughter, and you seemed to know her. So, against his better judgment, Silco took one look at the motherly concern you seemed to show for Jinx and brought you to her door.

He watched carefully as you knelt in front of the door and took a deep, calming breath. “Darling, I know it’s been so hard, and you’ve been so brave… could you please come out and eat something? For me?” The door flew open in a blinding flash of unkempt, neon blue hair, and Jinx was in your arms. The small girl was sobbing and clutching you so tightly, almost like she was afraid you’d disappear at any second. She was trying to say something, but her sobs distorted her words to the point they were unrecognizable.

You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, picking her up as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. Silco watched in shock as you stood and turned to face him calmly. “What are your thoughts on soup?.”

In the span of five minutes, you had nearly kicked his door in to see Jinx, gotten her to come out of her room for the first time in a few days, and now you were asking him about…. soup??

“Excuse me?” He managed to say, a look of pure bewilderment still plastered on his usually smug face.

“She likes it, so I’m going to make some. You don’t look like you’ve eaten recently either, so I want to know if I need to make enough for three.” Your tone was soft but completely matter-of-fact as you stroked the young girl’s hair.

Silco nodded slowly. “Soup would be…. fine.”

Without another word, you simply turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, murmuring words of comfort to the child in your arms.

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You were the brutally soft woman who had invaded Silco’s life and turned it upside down in the best way possible…. Which is how the Kingpin found himself in his current position: buried deep inside you, biting your shoulder as the thick, swollen head of his cock kissed your cervix.

The pain-tinged pleasure was almost blinding, but fuck, it was exactly what you wanted. It was enough to have you desperately moaning his name and your back arching. The Eye of Zaun kissed the column of your neck hungrily, trailing his lips all the way up to your ear. Silco’s warm breath caressed the shell of your ear as he nipped at the delicate skin before murmuring. “You’re sure about this, my lovely?”

“Silco, please.” You whined, voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you. “W-we talked about this. I want a baby…. I want you to get me pregnant.”

Silco growled in response, reaching up to palm the swell of your soft, generously curved breasts. He had you pressed back across the smooth wood of his desk, all of his papers and work carelessly thrown to the side as he took you roughly, with an almost singular purpose. The gold-trimmed bottom hem of the dress you favored had been roughly shoved up around the curves of your hips to allow him more room between your thighs. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily.

“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Your tongue laved around it, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss as he pressed it in further.

Silco hissed at the sight, trailing his other hand up to caress the soft skin of your lower abdomen. He pressed down with the flat of his palm, making you cry out at the sudden pressure before following it with another gentle massage. “Wanting me to fuck you raw like this…. Such a pretty thing, and you want to carry my child.”

The thought of you pregnant was nearly enough to make him cum instantly. Your body would change… swell with the life he put inside you. Everyone would know it… Everyone would see his claim on you. Yes, Jinx would be getting a sibling, and Silco would be glad about that alone, but his true desires were much more selfish.

You whimpered as his clever fingers found their next target: one of your overly-sensitive nipples. Silco bit back a moan of his own, imagining your breasts swollen and heavy with milk. “Let me hear it again, lovely. Say my name.”

A particularly delicious thrust of his hips punctuated each word, and Silco’s name fell from your kiss-swollen lips. Your orgasm burned through your body as you fell apart beneath him, whimpering and begging him to finish, to give you what you craved most.

Silco’s beautiful green eye rolled back in bliss as his fingers forcefully dug into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own climax. His hips snapped into yours lewdly, and with one last strangled groan, the Eye of Zaun joined you in pure euphoria. The movement of his hips slowed, and you felt his warm seed fill you completely.

Your head dropped back against the desk with a soft thunk, your energy completely and utterly spent. Silco caressed your temple, raising one of your hands to his lips to kiss it gently.

“Beautiful…” he murmured, letting his gaze wash over you unashamedly and making no move to leave your warmth. You shifted your hips slightly, drawing a short, sharp hiss from your lover as you sighed contentedly, completely relaxed beneath him.

Silco dipped down to press more reverent kisses against your skin, his smooth, deep voice intensely comforting. “We are going to stay just like this for a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do for any of our hard work to go to waste.”

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jittyjames · 3 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

aka the first day of whump: the musical sneak peek 🤭 enjoyyyy

"I knew I would find you here."

Her voice came gentle like a breeze, as light as bells. She might have known where to find him, but he had known in turn it wouldn't be long before she showed up. As each hour of seclusion and silent mourning passed, he knew she would venture out to find him. And here she was.

Neither of them could be alone for long.

He didn't speak as he pried his eyes away from the place where Judas breathed his last. She was standing a few steps away, the wind rustling through her hair, whipping it gently across her cheek, over her shoulders. She stood there watching him with her reddened, teardrop plagued eyes, standing back, almost as if she were afraid of him, of the way grief hollowed him into something unrecognizable.

A shell is what he was. An empty shell.

She clutched a familiar garment close to her chest, hugging it to her as if she loathed the day she finally had to let it go, as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her fingers grasped the fabric so tightly, it looked painful.

It couldn’t be as painful as the pain that shot through his chest at the sight of it, though.

"I buried him with his hamsa," Mary spoke gently. He couldn't pry his eyes off the blue cloak in her pale hands. They still bore marks of their own. Bruises, scratches, and broken nails were a testament to how hard she fought, marring over her delicate skin. So many times she had tried to run to him, to attempt to rescue him. It had sent a lurching pain through his chest every time the Romans shoved her to the ground, barking abuse and leering at her. He had been scared then, he realized. He had wondered if they would hurt her, if they would just because she was making it so obvious who they were to each other. He wasn't sure if they ever did. He could never be sure of what happened after he died. It's not like anyone would tell him. None of them wanted to discuss it. They wanted to live in a fantasy world, where everything was right. Now, he briefly mused that these hands could be marked from the burial of their lover. Mary would have clawed at the dirt, fingers snagging on stray sharp stones and the rain-caked mud. She would have cried alone, so soon after burying Jesus. He hadn't actually asked if she had been the one to prepare him for his own, but when he had awoken, he could smell her myrrh on his skin. It had been telling enough. It gave him his confirmation. They didn't have to talk about it. "He had taken this off, though. I found it along the way. Afterward. I've kept it, but... I think you need it more. You deserve it more."

Jesus deserved nothing. If it wasn't for him, Judas would have been the one to claim it. He would still be clothed in it, clutching it to himself as he grimaced against the cold. He always chilled. His body would forever be cold now, never to feel warmth again. Jesus shivered, too.

"He loved you just as well as he loved me," Jesus murmured instead of saying any of the self-loathing words that sprang forth in his mind. He longed to reach out and touch the fabric, letting his fingers ease over the familiar dyed linen. He wanted to hug it to his chest, to bury his face into it, never to resurface. It would be the closest thing to an embrace Jesus would ever get from Judas again. But what gave him the right to that?

Mary had tried to go after him. Mary had cared. Mary had been the one to find him, bury him, grieve him.

What had Jesus done?

He had only been the one to drive him to the noose.

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little-peril-stories · 8 months

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Whumptober 2023, Day 8: "I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier."

Whumptober 2023 Masterlist

Read at your own risk! They're only snippets of a larger story, with no resolution that will be posted online anytime soon; they are being posted out of order; and the characters don't have names. Enjoy!

Contents: angst, death, murder, arrest, vicious rumours/false accusations

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Word count: 1250 || Approx reading time: 5 mins

"I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier."

Teaser: And to be safe, she needed to be free—far from the man who’d taken her away because he believed he could, that his royal blood made him all-powerful, that he deserved to have his fists curled tightly around anything or anyone he pleased. He’ll never let go, she’d said. He’ll never give up.

"I'll never be a hero who all the citizens adore / But if I hide to save my life, what has my life been for?"

The scholar watched her go.

He watched her vanish, watched her wide eyes shimmer with tears as she made her escape.

Met her gaze when, for the most agonizingly beautiful instant, she looked back.

And then was gone.

“I’ll distract him,” he promised. Breath stuttering in his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and wondered if she could feel how his heart thundered against her shivering form.

“Come with me,” she whispered. “Please. But we have to go. Now.”

We have to go. Away from here, away from the castle, away from the place that had turned her visit from a holiday into hell.

He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to say yes, to let her cling to him—and to let himself cling back—for all of eternity, to let centuries pass them by in perfect harmony and happiness. He wanted to. He wanted her.

“I don’t want to go without you,” she said, squeezing more tightly.

He needed her.

He needed her safe.

And to be safe, she needed to be free—far from the man who’d taken her away because he believed he could, that his royal blood made him all-powerful, that he deserved to have his fists curled tightly around anything or anyone he pleased. He’ll never let go, she’d said. He’ll never give up.

That she had escaped his grasp on her own was a miracle.

If he finds me again, he’ll never let me leave.

So the scholar pulled away, clasping her hands as their bodies peeled apart, loath to put any cruel, miserable distance between them, yet knowing he had no choice. He made his promise again. “I’ll distract him.”

Of course, she knew; she must have; she knew him inside and out; she knew his very soul. He was no soldier, no fighter. “What—what are you going to do?” Her fingers tightened, still tangled in his. “They think you’re the one who—”

“I know.”

“They think you killed me.”

“I know.”

She shook her head, those fragile bird’s-wing bones trembling against his. “Please don’t—You can’t—”

“I’ll just distract him long enough for you to run,” he said. Tugged his hand free. Brushed a lock of hair from her dirt-streaked cheek, relishing the silken smoothness of her skin for what was sure to be the very last time. “Then I’ll—I’ll run. I’ll find you.”

Empty words, a hollow promise, a vow of nothing.

“But they think you did it,” she said again, echoing the rumours, the warnings that had been circling him for days, the words that would haunt his memory for the rest of his life. “They’ll arrest you. They’ll kill—”

“They won’t.” He did not know if that was true. “I can’t let him hurt you again. I won’t.” Overcome with too many thoughts, too many fears, too many jabs of paralyzing terror that would conquer him if he allowed it, he drew her close again. One final embrace.

Against him, she shuddered.

“I will find you,” he whispered, despising himself for the lie. He wrapped his coat around her to hide her stained and ripped dress, almost unrecognizable from its former loveliness. Why hadn’t he thought to give it before? “Now. Run. Please.”

“Don’t get hurt,” she said. There were tears on her cheeks. Why? He wished she wouldn’t weep for him. He was a liar and a coward, a fool who’d spent an entire lifetime quailing at conflict and lying to himself. To the end, he knew, those things were what he would remain, even as he did this, this preposterous thing, this stupid but courageous but illogical but selfless thing.

Nothing but a coward.

I love you, he was supposed to say, sealed with a kiss that contained everything that swelled inside him but which he could not put into words. Instead, he said, “Run.”

The scholar watched her go.

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He was no fighter, but he was a magicwielder, and he was in love with a girl who everyone else believed was dead—who, they believed, he had murdered in cold blood.

He could not protect his reputation, but he could protect her.

He saw the looks, the gazes that turned from confusion to suspicion to astonishment. As recognition flashed across their faces.

I’ll distract him.

But the soldier—who was supposed to see him and, bound by duty, arrest him for his supposed crimes—kept walking, even as those he commanded realized that a wanted man was in their midst.

The commander would find her. He was looking for her, and she could not outrun him. He would find her and bring her back to the prince, and they would lock her away, shut her up in the dark. A girl of leaves and sea air and sunlight, and the prince and his commander would keep her until she wilted and died.

He would use her, she’d choked against his shoulder. She had something they wanted, something she’d kept hidden from everyone, something they’d discovered and were unwilling to relinquish.

No. The scholar wouldn’t allow it. If she wanted to hide, she must have had her reasons.

If he let the prince take her away and hurt her some more…

He wouldn’t forgive himself.

Never.

He raised his hands, magic crackling at his fingertips, and he froze the commander in his tracks. Although he saw the man begin to shake and his eyes to bulge in confusion, other images overtook his senses: her gleaming tears, her torn dress, her bruised wrists.

Her teasing, pealing laugh, the ethereal whisper of her hair against his fingers, the musical sweep of her bare feet through fragrant, luscious grass.

He unleashed his magic and watched the soldier stiffen, as if his bones would crack and shatter. He halted. He fell.

“Commander!”

Shouts from far away.

“Commander?”

And then—

“It’s—it’s him! There!”

He was discovered now for the act he was committing, but the scholar knew he could not run. He was weak. A coward. A liar.

Words flowed over him, words he knew he should heed, but he had to stop the commander from getting up again, had to keep the attention on him, had to make sure she got away.

“Commander!”

“Don’t move!”

“He’s magicwielding!”

“Someone stop him!”

“Sir!”

“Stand down!”

“Commander!”

“He’s not breathing!”

“Get him!”

“He’s dead!”

The scholar released his hold, sudden dread coursing through his blood.

Dead?

No.

He hadn’t wanted to—

I’ll distract him. Run. Please.

A diversion, an opportunity.

That was all he—

“I said, he’s dead!”

How?

The scholar stared down at his hands, hands that had never before wielded power strong enough to do what he had just done.

A crowd pressed in around him—too many, too many. Someone knocked him to the ground, and as his glasses went flying and the world turned to a soft watercolour blur, he was awash in shattering pain and biting terror.

“You killed him!” someone roared. “You killed the commander!”

“N—no.” It couldn’t be true. But they’d said. He hadn’t. But they’d screamed it out. He’s dead, he’s dead. But he was a coward, and he was weak. You killed him. But he couldn’t have. “I didn’t—”

“He’s dead, you murdering bastard!”

I wasn’t trying to—

Noise rose around him, furious and panicked, coalescing into one thick wall of sound. Words and words and words and screams and words and bellows, so many voices, too many, too much. Nonsensical. Foreign. Commander. Magic. Him. The girl. Dead. Dead.

Under arrest.

Murderer.

Dead.

Doomed.

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ivarlover · 2 years

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UNLEASHED CHAPTER 2

Alex + Female Reader + Modern Ivar

This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive for me (& for my friend) and the need to write more can't be ignored. Chapter one is below this one if you just scroll down. Chapter 3 is above this one if you just scroll up. Hope you enjoy this fuck fest! 🔥

Summary: You'd been busy between the responsibilities of work and school. When your classmate and friend, Alex, invited you for drinks with him and his friend, Ivar, you couldn't turn him down. You were a very sexual young lady afterall, so why not explore the possibilities? And now, it had turned into, what looked like was going to be, an entire weekend of "fun" you'd never even dreamed of.

Honestly, this is just smut with somewhat of a plot, inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: Totally NSFW (Unprotected) Threesome, anal (male and female receiving), male to male contact and maybe more, strap-on use, just smutty, smut, smut and all that entails. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: yes, there are words, many 🤣

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The ride in the elevator to your floor, which was all the way on the sixth, was intense. There were a couple of other people in the elevator with the three of you and you weren't sure if you felt relieved by this fact or annoyed.

Alex had his hand on the small of your back and had managed to get his fingers just under your top and the gentle touches and circles he was making on your skin had given you goosebumps. When you'd give him the look like he was going to be in trouble if he didn't stop, he just smiled like he was ready for the challenge.

Ivar, you found, was much more daring. Every time the guy in front of you guys would turn around because an unrecognizable sound had escaped from your lips, he'd lean over to you and lay a kiss on you or plant his hand over your breast. You elbowed him to stop and he just laughed an evil laugh at you.

The last time the guy turned around to look at you guys, Ivar licked your cheek from your jawline to nearly your eye, the whole time, staring back at the guy. The guy looked shocked and Ivar said, "Sorry, man. I would give you a taste, too, but I'm not one to share... Well, not unless it's with Alex here," and he motioned towards Alex, who was beginning to put his hand down the front of your pants. Alex knodded his direction as if saying hello and went back to giving all of his attention to you. "But, you're more than welcome to continue watching if you'd like. I've found I actually enjoy being watched. Trust me, I understand, she is delicious." And he leaned in, yanked your head to him by grabbing a fist full of hair, and kissed you again before you could say a word.

The guy turned pale and gulped. He hurried off of the elevator at the next stop.

"Hell, I bet that wasn't even his floor," Ivar laughed.

You slapped his chest, scolding him. "Ivar! You should be ashamed of yourself! I have to live here. What if I see that guy again?"

"He'll probably be scared to say anything to you. Don't worry," he laughed, "Or he'll proposition you." And he looked you up and down and licked his lips.

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You had barely gotten your apartment door open before Alex was rushing you. He slammed you up against the wall, pressing his body into yours, kissing up your neck to your lips. He breathed you in before landing his mouth on yours. He began kissing you slowly at first and then more rushed as his hands were all over you, everywhere at once.

You heard the door close and your keys drop on the table by the door. As Ivar walked passed the two of you, he slapped Alex on the ass and said in such a sexy voice, "Why in such a rush, man? We've got all night." Alex's hips jolted forward into you.

You smiled and he pulled back from you. "What?" he asked, staring into your eyes with his hands now on your ass.

"Nothing. I just.. Well, Ivar's right. We've got all night, weekend if the two of you want." Ivar did not miss your words as he looked back at you from the sofa, shooting you that devilish smile of his again. "And ummm, I need a shower." As Alex backed off of you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed some glasses and a bottle of wine. "Here, guys. Make yourselves at home while I go shower. When I'm finished, if either of you want to shower, too, you're more than welcomed to." And you headed towards your room.

"You got anything stronger than wine, love? Like maybe some vodka or whiskey?" Ivar asked from the sofa.

"There in the cabinet beside the refrigerator," you pointed as you walked by, "Help yourself to whatever you want."

He looked at Alex, "Let's check it out." The two of them headed to the kitchen. Alex reached for the cabinet door at the same time that Ivar did. Ivar's hand landed gently on Alex's and Alex felt a tightening in his throat as he swallowed. Ivar looked at Alex for a moment and didn't move his hand. Alex smiled warmly at him and nervously blinked. "Oh um," Ivar cleared his throat and removed his hand just as nervously, "Let's see what she's got."

Alex gulped and tried to ignore the flutter he felt in his stomach. He opened the cabinet. They decided on some cherry flavored liquor. Ivar poured their glasses and they went to your room to wait for you, being sure to bring the bottle with them. Alex flopped down on the bed after placing his glass on the nightstand. "This is much more comfortable than that damn desk!" he laughed.

"I didn't hear you complaining when we were on it," Ivar teased him and Alex blushed.

"No, it was really, umm,"Alex began to studder.

"Hot as fuck!" Ivar finished his sentence, staring at him directly in the eyes.

Alex blinked away from him. He stood and began stripping his clothes off, dropping everything in the floor. Ivar's eyes widened at him and he felt his heart skip a few beats and his dick twitch in his jeans. He watched Alex's muscles appear as he pulled his shirt off. He had a washboard chest and the thought of running his hands across it entered his mind. He felt the heat creeping up to his face from his neck and he knew it was growing from his cock. What he didn't know was why seeing Alex's very defined muscles on his body was having this kind of effect on him. They were best friends for fuck's sake.

Alex was now completely naked and Ivar shifted his body on the edge of the bed where he sat. Alex turned toward him and Ivar thought he was going to pass out from holding his breath. He was scared to breathe.

Alex kept walking passed Ivar and to the bathroom door. Ivar let out a sigh of relief, or was that relief? "Alex, wha, umm what are you doing?"

"I'm joining (Y/N) in the shower. I can't get enough of her and she's right. We do need showers. You should ummm join us, too," and he opened the bathroom door and went in.

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Ivar sat there for a moment more, completely stunned. He tried explaining his reaction to Alex to himself but came to no conclusion. He decided to just drop it.

He'd mentioned earlier how he enjoyed being watched, and he hadn't been lieing, but he was also a watcher. In fact, the thought of watching you and Alex in the shower made him moan out loud to himself. He stood and undressed himself, too, and made his way to the bathroom.

The sweet aroma of your soaps filled his nostrils and he smiled. He knew he was still into you. He wasn't sure what it had been about a few minutes ago with Alex. He propped himself against the sink and as his hand found his throbing member of manhood, he began to slowly stroke himself up and down. He watched as Alex surprised you in the shower.

You had soap in your eyes and as you were trying to wash it away, you felt Alex grab your hips from behind and pull you into his chest. "What the fuck!" You couldn't help it. He caught you completely off guard.

Alex completely dropped his hands from you and took a small step backwards. "I'm, ummm, I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'd just decided I wanted a shower, too, and didn't want to take one alone."

You heard a devious laugh from the bathroom and as you finally got the soap out of your eyes, you turned and saw Ivar standing there, dick in hand. "Of course you're here, too." You laughed. "I'm sorry, Alex. It's fine that you're in here with me. You just scared the shit out of me."

His hands were immediately back on you. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise." He leaned forward and kissed you on the side of your neck and down your shoulder, smiling widely.

"You getting in, too, Ivar?" you asked him.

"No, I'm good right here watching the two of you. I love your choice of clear shower curtains, though. It works out perfectly for me." He gave a genuine smile. You'd chosen a clear shower curtain because you lived alone. Maybe you'd seen too many horror movies but the thought of you coming home and someone hiding in your shower, unbeknownst to you, and coming out when you least expected, was just too much for you to think of so you'd found the solution. Looks like Ivar was definitely benefitting from your silly fear.

Alex tilted you forward so that your ass was in the air. He slowly kneeled down behind you, water hitting him in the face, and began kissing the small of your back and then trailed kisses lower. You felt chills all over your body. He slapped one ass cheek and kissed the other. You smiled in delight.

He was finally on his knees behind you. As he leaned into your ass, you squirmed at the warmth you felt from his breath. As he put his face into your slit and licked his long tongue through your folds, you let out a groan and your hands slammed onto the tile in front of you to try to hold yourself steady.

Ivar licked his lips and sucked his bottom one into his mouth as he watched Alex lick you as if you were going to be his last meal. His hand was at a steady pace, pumping up and down on himself as he looked on. His other hand had a tight grip on the sink he was leaning against. "There you go, babe. Fuck her with your tongue. Yes, just like that. Make her scream for me. Scream my name, (Y/N). Show Alex you love his tongue."

His words must have had the same effect on Alex as they did you. He licked you harder, faster and you could barely catch your breath. You heard Ivar continuing to tell you to scream his name as Alex's mouth found your clit and he swirled his tongue around it as he slipped two fingers inside you. As the heat spread throughout your body, you couldn't help yourself. You screamed out, "IVAR!" You managed to look over at him only to see him staring at you like he could devour you right there. That stare was so fierce, it gave you chills.

"That's it, (Y/N). Scream my name," he said again. He looked to Alex, "Thats it, babe. Make her cum screaming my name." Babe. He used this name for Alex. You were very curious if Alex noticed, too, if this was his pet name for him or if it had been uddered out in the heat of the moment. Somehow the thought made you squirm even more.

Alex moved his mouth away from you, ignoring your protesting whines. His fingers pulled out of you and replaced his tongue on your clit as he got to his feet and stood behind you.

He glanced over at Ivar, who winked at him, still stroking his cock. He grabbed your head and bent you further forward and asked, breathlessly, "Is this still ok, (Y/N)? You want me inside you?"

"Very much," you moaned in response. And with that, Alex lined his swollen, hard dick up to your waiting opening. He held onto your hips and with one, hard thrust of his hips, he slammed himself into you. Your mouth gaped open, as did your eyes, at the feeling of him. He was so thick. "Oh fuck!" You yelled out.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes!" you could barely find the words. "Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me! While Ivar watches us. Fuck me!"

That was all the encouragement Alex needed. He pulled back from you and slammed into you again. Hard.

Ivar reminded you, "Scream my name,(Y/N)!" Alex looked over at him and watched as his strokes on his dick sped up. His thrusts into you sped up at the same time and he licked his lips. Ivar didn't miss it or his hungry stare. He watched Alex as he turned to you and found a steady, hard rhythm. "That's it, Alex. Fuck our girl. Fuck her hard. Make her cum. I want to see you make her cum for me." His breathing became more like panting as he watched Alex fucking you. Fucking you just like he'd commanded.

Ivar's words were so provocative. You weren't sure who he was affecting more, you or Alex. The more Ivar gave his demands, the harder Alex pounded his thick dick into you, making you scream out Ivar's name. And Alex's, and a string of obscenities. Ivar had this way about him that you couldn't quite give a name to. He seemed ruthless and devilish and cold as if he could kill you but for whatever reason, it was one of the sexiest things you'd ever seen.

You felt your climax building as you enjoyed Alex fucking into you and Ivar watching you and commanding you. He was gripping the sink so hard, you wouldn't be surprised if part of it broke off into his hand.

Alex's grip on your hips became tighter, much like Ivar's hold on the sink, his nails pressing into you, as you could only hope he'd draw a little blood. A high pitched moan escaped from your lips as one of Alex's hands reached around you and found your clit again. This bringing his face closer to you, he began slowly licking up your spine, toward your neck. His fingers vigorously circled around your clit and when Ivar's eyes locked with yours, you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Cum for me, (Y/N)!" Alex slapped you on your ass and groaned out loud with the slap.

One more hard snap of his hips and you bursted all over him without warning. And the aftershocks were just as good.

With another slam into to you, Alex filled you up with his cum. He stiffened behind you and breathed heavily as his movements slowed to a stop. The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, until you heard Ivar's groans that nearly sounded as if he was growling.

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Ivar's head was leaning backwards with his long hair falling down his back, and his face all contorted into a snarl. His hand was moving relentlessly up and down on himself. The sight was truly majestic.

Alex slipped out of you and you turned to kiss him before stepping out of the shower. You didn't bother to dry off with a towel but headed over to Ivar. When you placed your hands on his chest and rubbed across his muscular abs, he yanked his head forward, eyes springing open and landing on you.

When your eyes met, the strained look on his face disappeared and was quickly replaced with eyes full of lust. "Well, hey, love," he said softly. His devilish smile, that you now realized is just how he smiles at you, spread across his face. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into him. His lips met yours and he began slowly kissing you as if he was savoring the taste of your mouth.

You pulled away from him, sucking his bottom lip and letting it out of your mouth with a pop as he pouted. You began trailing kisses down his chin and to his neck. He placed both of his hands on your ass cheeks and squeezed, moaning as your kisses reached his chest and you bit his nipple.

Alex was suddenly standing behind you and he rubbed his hands over your body, sending chills down your spine.

You continued your kisses lower down Ivar's chest, leaving him and Alex facing eachother as you kneeled to your knees in front of Ivar. He grabbed himself again. Alex raised his hand and hesitating, he placed it on Ivar's cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. Ivar's eyes grew wide and he felt extreme anger take over. His first instinct was to smack Alex's hand away. As he raised his hand to do just that, he felt his stomach flop and his anger evaporate at the look Alex was giving him. He felt strangely warm. He, instead, placed his hand on top of Alex's and squeezed it a little, his eyes never leaving his. He was confused but didn't question Alex.

You looked above you and saw this sweet moment and smiled. It did something to you that you couldn't really quite put into words and it looked like they probably felt the same way. "I'm sorry to interrupt you guys," they both dropped their hands immediately, snapping out of whatever trance this seemed to be, "but Ivar, I need you to move your hand from your dick so I can have my way with it."

Ivar smiled at you and did as you requested, "Sure, love, he's all yours." He placed both of his hands on the sink and leaned back.

You grabbed him at the base of his dick and held it tightly. You stuck your tongue out and teased the tip while looking up to he and Alex both watching you with pure lust in their eyes. As you grabbed his balls with your other hand, he jerked forward and you heard him moan in appreciation. Agonizingly slow, you sucked him into your mouth and swirled your tongue around his thickness. His dick twitched in your mouth as you began to bob your head up and down on his throbing, hard shaft. You heard him panting heavily and you smiled knowing you were doing it just like he liked it.

Alex stood behind you, still, completely naked, and placed one of his hands on the top of your head, tangling it in your hair. As he pulled gently, watching your expertise with Ivar's dick, you shivered at the sensation. "Fuck yeah!" Ivar exclaimed. "Do that again!"

Alex answered, "I..umm think that was my fault," he smiled.

Ivar's eyes sprung open and landed on Alex staring at him intently. Alex pulled your hair again, never turning away from Ivar's gaze, and again, you shivered and hummed at the feeling, making Ivar yell out, "Y/N! Fuck! I.. oh fuck! That feels good!"

Alex smiled at Ivar and he stumbled some. Alex released your hair and grabbed Ivar by the hips, steadying him. Ivar's eyes grew wide and his face flushed at the touch. As Alex began to remove his hands, Ivar grabbed them, holding them in place on his hips. They scorched his skin and it felt so unbelievably amazing. He was shocked at his realization and dropped his hands to the sink again.

Continuing bravely, Alex slowly moved one hand up and away from Ivar's hip and to his chest. He hesitated at first, waiting for Ivar's response. When Ivar only moaned in appreciative sounds, Alex rubbed his hand gently across Ivar's chest and smiled at the pleasant feel of his hard body. He felt Ivar's heart pounding and watched his face as he squirmed along to your sensual movements on his cock.

Alex returned his hand to Ivar's face and caressed his cheek. Ivar instantly raised his head to look Alex in the eyes again. There was an eerie silence between them, a knowing that neither of them had ever addressed before now, but still, confusion settled within Ivar as he wasn't sure what to do with what he was feeling. Alex seemed to be acting on impulse only and not yet letting himself think at all.

Both of their heart rates began to race at the emotion in their gaze. As you released your grip on Ivar's cock and swirled your tongue around the tip of it, he gasped and his lips parted, panting. Alex swiftly moved his hand to the back of Ivar's neck and yanked him forward. He took one last look into Ivar's uncertain eyes as his lips landed on his. He kissed him slowly at first and then more frantically, as his hands were all over Ivar, everywhere at once. Hearts pounding, chests heaving, hands roaming, Alex deepened the kiss as Ivar began kissing him back. All thoughts and hesitation leaving his mind. The two were locked in a moment of such heated passion, sweat pouring from them both.

Ivar stumbled backwards into the sink more and as if the cold stone awakened him, he opened his eyes in mid kiss. He yanked his head backwards from Alex and shoved him away from him. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled. With that, he swung his fist forward, almost instinctively, and punched Alex in the stomach. Hard.

As Alex stammered backwards and doubled over a little, catching his stomach and breath, he began, "Fuck! I'm so sorry. I..I don't know, man. I, umm we're both straight, man. I know. You're my best friend. I don't know what came over me. But damn, what a sucker punch!" He held himself in shock, pain and humiliation covering him.

You held Ivar's dick only in your hand now, not knowing what to do, as you just watched.

The anger Ivar felt slowly disappeared again as he watched Alex in pain. He'd been ready to fight him, hell, to kill him even but now he felt guilt sweep through his entire body. He reached his hand up to his own mouth and touched his lips, still feeling the lingering of where Alex's plump lips had just been. He didn't know what he was doing. So he didn't think but followed his impulses. He raised his hand to Alex's shoulder and Alex jerked back in response as he looked up to Ivar, unsure of what was coming next. Alex began, "Seriously, man. I'm so sor..." and he was suddenly interrupted by Ivar's mouth landing on his. Ivar rushed forward, crashing his lips into Alex's, holding his face between both of his hands, making Alex stumble into the wall behind him. Ivar pressed into him, their chests slightly touching.

You were pleased with this new development and decided to pick up where you'd left off. You scooted back between them, what little space there was, and sucked Ivar back into your mouth, determined to finish what you started. He was still hard as a rock and he gulped into Alex at the warmth of your mouth.

Ivar's and Alex's kiss intensified as they got lost in eachother. Panting, Alex's tongue wrapped around Ivar's. He snaked his arms tightly around Ivar's back, pulling him in a bit closer, feeling as if he couldn't get close enough.

Alex pulled slightly away to catch his breath and to see Ivar as he was completely astonished. Ivar opened his eyes and looked deeply into Alex's. "I don't know, man," was all Ivar said.

Ivar knew this desire he felt, recognized it from deep within but this was the first time he'd ever felt this with a man. But this wasn't just any man. This was Alex, his best friend, the man who knew everything about him and still remained his friend. The man who knew every part of his body, already, just as well as every deep, dark secret of his. This was the man who had been there for him in his darkest hours and in his finest moments. They shared everything together. There was an odd comfort in this that he hadn't felt with anyone else before. Maybe something he'd been missing? He decided to listen to himself and his desires and stop questioning everything. How could it be wrong if it felt this right?

Ivar remained staring into Alex's eyes, waiting for some kind of acceptance, something to let him know Alex felt the same. Alex raised his hand to Ivar's head and buried his hand in his hair, combing through it before grabbing a handful and a small tug to urge him on.

That's all Ivar needed. With that, he began kissing Alex again, frantically, as if the clock would strike midnight and all would be lost. Heat rose from within as his heart pounded and threatened to beat out of his chest. His hands slid down to Alex's chest where he could feel the pounding of his heart against him, too, and how the two of them seemed to be in sync.

Barely catching their breath between kisses, they were lost in this moment, this deepening of their friendship. Everything else faded away, unimportant. Alex yanked Ivar's head away from him with the grip he still had in his hair and began to kiss his chin and jawline up to his neck, just below his ear. He gently licked and then took a small bite, sending chills down Ivar's spine. Ivar's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head fell back as Alex began to softly suck and lightly kiss his neck. Ivar was usually the one in control but he knew there was no need to fight this because he'd clearly lost all control some time ago.

You continued your assault on his throbing dick as he twitched inside your mouth. You gathered some of your spit, that was dripping from him, into your hand and moved it around to his ass. You gently caressed his ass and wiped the wetness from your hand onto him. He tensed but quickly relaxed as you rubbed him softly, just ghosting over his tight entrance. You gently pressed the very tip of your finger into him and he jolted forward into your mouth where you sucked even harder on him.

At the same time, Alex had taken Ivar's mouth back into his and his tongue swirled around Ivar's while Alex's grip in his hair held him in place. Ivar's hands rested on Alex's hips, squeezing tightly as if it was the only thing holding him up. And he felt almost certain, it was.

You let your right hand find Alex's cock, which was now demanding attention as well, and began to squeeze and pump him up and down as he moaned into Ivar's mouth. You sucked Ivar with a fierceness that he'd never known before and the tip of your finger on your other hand gently pumped in and out of him, not wanting to hurt him as you knew this was a first.

Alex bit Ivar's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as he then deepened their kiss yet again. Ivar grunted and moaned as Alex tightened his grip in his hair, his other hand planted firmly on the small of Ivar's back, holding him tightly against him. Panting and sweating, they were interlocked in eachother. Ivar placed a hand on the wall behind Alex to steady himself with the other still on Alex's hip. His body tensed and stiffened as your magic tongue traced the veins on his cock and then sucked hard on the tip of him just as you simultaneously plunged the tip of your finger a little futher into his tight ass. He grunted a provocative sound and he stammered forward into Alex even futher as their kiss broke and Alex began sucking and kissing his neck again. With that, Ivar began to tremble all over, his body in a seizure of extasy, and he came in your mouth with one hard thrust forward. Streams of his cum hit the back of your throat as you sucked up and swallowed every bit, thinking he was surely empty by now. You still pumped Alex with your hand as he moaned and groaned into Ivar's neck.

Once Ivar's movements slowed to a stop and you were sure you'd milked him dry, you released his cock from your mouth and gently removed your finger from him. He jerked against Alex at the sensation.

You turned to Alex and replaced your hand with your mouth. His eyes widened with a gulp. Ivar turned and smiled and kissed him on the neck, still leaning against him, and then whispered, "I know. She's amazing, isn't she?" Alex's head fell back, he couldn't answer Ivar, not now. He moaned and Ivar smiled at him again, knowingly. Ivar raised his head and gave small kisses, just ghosting over Alex's mouth, leaving Alex to lean his head forward, chasing the kiss he so desperately wanted.

You sucked Alex hard and fast as your hands cupped his balls and gently rubbed them. Ivar finally began passionately kissing him and he squirmed beneath him, panting and moaning. When you grabbed him at the base of his dick and focused on pumping in unison with your mouth and swirling tongue, he lost it. His hand clawed at Ivar's back while the other yanked his hair. He kissed Ivar haphazardly and Ivar placed his hand just around his neck and gently squeezed just tight enough for Alex to gasp for air before releasing his hold. Much to his own surprise, Alex enjoyed the sensation the light choking gave him and his entire body jerked in pure extasy.

With one last luxurious tug from your lips, Alex hit his climax, completely loosing all sense of everything around him. He shot his load, filling you as you swallowed and milked him dry as well.

He nearly collapsed to the floor but Ivar held him in his arms and practically dragged him to your bed, even though he was barely in much better shape himself.

When they reached the bed, as if they'd read eachother's minds, they both looked back at you, still sitting in the floor just inside the door of the bathroom. "Well, what are you waiting for, love? C'mon, it's your turn, now." They both slid up your bed, laying back, side by side, waiting for you.

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thedysphoriadiaries · 1 year

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Entry 13B - Reflections - 27 February 2023, 11:36pm

I've been thinking about some things lately. Things that cause me envy.

I keep going back to the thought of how I'd not even recognize myself as a cis male, which was a version of me who was secure in his masculinity.

That's the scary part - I... cannot recognize him.

Just how far have these thoughts of wanting to be a girl, or more feminine, permeated into my life?

If they've gone deep enough to make a cis male me unrecognizable, what else could have been... affected by the strange affliction that has befallen me?

...

There have been things that I've found myself aroused by, like the curves of a feminine body; the way that they don't have that... bulge.

Haha. Kinda reminds me of the time a girl I knew wondered what it was like to have a cock.

But I digress.

I wonder where that desire came from. Was it an inferiority complex?

Or was it from years of me not being allowed to be me?

I don't know. A part of me always found those parts preferable on myself, instead of the plumbing I was born with.

Why, then, do I find it arousing?

Why do I feel so sad after relieving myself?

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I remember a Saturday afternoon. The Chinese Orchestra I was a part of was practicing. Somehow, word of bullying within the flute section, which I was in, got to the teachers.

They pulled us - a friend of mine, and I - out, and asked us who bullied us. We gave the names of two seniors, one female, and one male.

And while that friend of mine, and I, were both called outside, and while a teacher gave some sort of talk to my seniors, I couldn't help but just keep looking at one of my seniors, while she stood in front of the teacher.

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I remember other practice sessions, where I'd feel some weird feelings for the girls in the flute section. I don't know for sure what I felt, but it sure wasn't wanting to be one of them.

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What is my mind trying to tell me?

The waters of my cognition are still too murky. My lenses aren't free of bias.

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Remember when I said there was a possibility of me not passing well?

It's part of the reason why I'm scared. Yet, I don't know when the envy towards women will end. It might end when I accept that I'm not going to be a girl, or when it's too late to be one. It might never end. It might end when I make peace with myself. It might not.

Either way, envy can turn to jealousy, which can turn to hate.

Hate warps one's worldview. That's only going to complicate the issue. I don't need that.

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I've been... stuffing (if you get it, you get it). It helps with the dysphoria and envy, but, all it takes it to have a glimpse of the rest of my features to have those thoughts come back.

I won't be a girl; I'm too masculine to be one.

And, at this point, I don't know what to do. The limbo, which uncertainty is, is fraught with many, many spiral whirlpools of doubt.

What if it's a mistake?

I am lost in one now, but, my lifeline is in knowing what I don't want.

I don't want to keep envying women forever.

I want to be comfortable in my own skin (the rare want I'm certain of).

I hope more make themselves clear to me in the future.

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Whatever happens, I need to be careful.

I need to make sure I'm of sound mind before I make any decisions. Yes, that also includes not making any decisions until any feelings from conscription wear off.

Until then, I'll plan.

Plans don't have feelings; they don't have opinions.

They might be heartless, but they grant the biggest, most needed mercy of all:

They're always ready and waiting for you once you draw them up.

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kirah69 · 3 years

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Better Than New

Nogitsune/Stiles + pre-Steter + pre...

Summary: The nogitsune gave her a new body, but it wasn't like her old body. He had given her a parting gift.

Warnings: trans mtf character (Stiles), nogitsune, some angst, happy/open ending, Peter provides.

Words: 3510

[AO3 link]

The bandages kept piling up on the floor, damp with saliva. There was silence save for Stiles gasps and retching. When the end of the bandage fell to the floor, for a second or even less it felt like it was all over at last. An instant of relief until black smoke billowed from the bandages and something inside began to move. Everyone went on alert. What else could happen now?

A head began to emerge, pale skin with deep dark circles and long black hair. It was like seeing the girl from The Ring coming out of the television. Several weapons were pointed at her, everyone's attention focused on the stranger. Her brown eyes looked up, tearful and terrified, tired, pleading and confused. Someone recognized her and called her name. The wariness turned to worry and confusion. They stopped retreating and approached her. They helped her out of the bandages, asking all once if she was okay, what had happened, what was going on, in an almost unrecognizable cacophony.

When they remembered the other Stiles and looked around them, he was gone. Lydia too. Chaos broke out again. They all ran after the nogitsune and his new hostage, and only Melissa was left looking after her. Stiles couldn't move, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. Her body felt so strange and her mind felt half empty. She didn't know how she felt at that moment about anything, she didn't even have the energy to think about it.

“Honey.” Melissa put down the glass of milk that Stiles just drank on the nightstand. She twisted her hands in her lap as if she was gathering the courage for something. “What has... happened?” she asked in a whisper.

Stiles turned her head toward the wall. She didn't know what to answer, she still hadn't assimilated it. Melissa didn't ask any more.

As soon as she could get up, Stiles went home and locked herself in her room. She couldn't do anything now. They knew how to kill the nogitsune, and Stiles wouldn't be of any help to them, much less in the state she was in. She didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror, maybe out of fear that it was just a dream or maybe that it was real. She covered herself with a thick sweatshirt and tied her hair in a ponytail with one of the threads she used for the crime board, tucking the end inside the sweatshirt.

Noah barely noticed in the darkness of the room when he visited to check on her. It was hard to notice the changes in the barely ten seconds he was there before going back to work. They still had a demon to catch.

When Stiles got a message saying they were done with the nogitsune, it wasn't relief that she felt, but she did allow herself to finally worry about what had happened to her. She pulled on the hood of her sweatshirt and headed to the loft in her jeep. She almost had an accident because she couldn't stop looking at herself in the rearview mirror. Her heart was beating so hard it was almost pounding in her ears, and she couldn't keep her hands still on the wheel. She was going to show it to someone, she was going to talk to someone about it for the first time, although she didn't know with whom. She wasn't sure who would be in the loft, although she could imagine it.

Stiles jumped out of the jeep as soon as she parked because she was afraid that if she thought about it, she would regret it and go home. Her body vibrated as she took the elevator up. (She had thought about going up the stairs, but she would have no air left when she got there.) She nervously adjusted her hood for a moment in front of the loft door. When she opened it, the only one there was Peter. He was the only one she really needed to see, so it was no problem.

“Stiles, what a surprise to see you here. I thought you'd be celebrating with your friends.” Peter barely looked up from his tablet for a second and went on with whatever he was doing.

“I don't think there's anything to celebrate,” she muttered, though the wolf could hear her perfectly. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.”

That seemed to pique his interest.

“About what?” he asked, lowering the tablet.

Stiles took off her hood. She kept her gaze on the ground. At first, she didn't hear anything and then there was movement on the couch.

“I admit I thought my imagination had played a trick on me, but it was real,” he commented with curiosity in his voice.

Stiles shrugged. Yes, it was real, what could she say?

“Why?”

Stiles looked up. The wolf was in front of her, looking her up and down with interest. She was ready to answer, she expected that question from Peter, but his gaze made her nervous.

“A gift. He said it was a gift for having used my body. Not that it makes up for it, but I admit he's been very considerate,” she commented almost to herself.

“I suppose then you're not looking for a way to undo it.”

She was so grateful that he didn't say the obvious, she could almost cry.

“No, I just want to make sure there'll be no side effects and that... it'll be permanent.”

She was so afraid that it was not permanent, that she would blink and it would disappear, that she didn't dare to enjoy it. She was living a dream, not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined such a thing, and she was terrified.

“I'm pretty sure it's permanent, and from what you say, it doesn't sound like it's a trap. Although I can't be sure of that, he's a nogitsune after all.”

“It's not a trap, I know that,” she answered confidently.

“You know?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I do know. He was in my mind and I was in his. He knows me as well as I know him. It wasn't a lie, I'm just afraid that now that they've killed him, his magic or whatever created this will disappear,” she explained, unable to control that edge of panic in her voice.

“We can investigate it. It'll be difficult to find anything specific about the nogitsune, though. But I think his magic is powerful enough to make it permanent,” Peter assured her with conviction. “Besides, he's not quite dead either, he's just trapped again.”

This time it was Stiles who looked at him in surprise.

“Trapped? They said...” She breathed a sigh of relief for the first time and most of the tension in her body melted away. Her shoulders relaxed and her legs nearly gave out. She dropped onto the couch and threw her head back. “I know I shouldn't be happy, but... it's...”

“You don't have to give any explanation about how you feel. Only you were there. Only you, and the nogitsune, know what happened in your head. You have the right to feel how you feel.”

Stiles raised her head somewhat surprised and didn't expect the soft smile on his face or the intense way he was looking at her.

“What?” she asked when Peter didn't stop looking at her, almost as if he wanted to pounce on her.

“Those clothes are pretty... terrible for a brand-new body. You should get something more appropriate.”

“Hey! These are my usual clothes!” she exclaimed a little offended.

“I know,” he replied almost as if it hurt.

Stiles blushed and twisted the hem of the sweatshirt in her hands.

“Um... You're... you're the only one who knows. I was hiding it until... well, until I knew it was permanent,” she explained a little nervously.

“All the more reason, this way you can make the big reveal looking your best. Or like this if that's what you prefer, but you can choose.”

“I-I don't have money for-.”

“My treat. Let's go.”

Peter grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. When he just walked away without stopping, Stiles got up in a hurry and ran after him. It was a bit strange having Peter riding shotgun in his car (she wondered how he used to move around the town, she had never seen his car, if he had one), although it was not the first time she had a Hale in her jeep.

The wolf glanced at her as she passed the Beacon Hills mall exit and continued into the neighboring town, but he said nothing. She was not yet ready to meet someone she knew with her new look. She hadn't even thought of an excuse for her sudden change, there was no treatment that would achieve such a radical change in such a short time.

Stiles stopped the car near the entrance to the mall. It was a weekday, so luckily there weren't too many people. She had no time to hesitate because Peter immediately got out of the car and headed for the doors. She used the wolf almost as a shield as they advanced, and Peter led her to the most expensive store in the entire mall. Just looking at the prices made her feel dizzy and somewhat uncomfortable, she shouldn't be in a place like that.

“We could go to...”

“It's my money, and I plan to spend it well,” he replied, almost reading her mind. “Now take your time, I'm in no rush. If you want advice, I'll be in the sitting area.”

Stiles had thought that he would stay by her side telling her what would fit her best, what was most appropriate, what matched and all that, but it made her feel good that Peter stayed in the sitting area and let her choose her own clothes.

After choosing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, Stiles thought she had finished the purchase, but Peter motioned for her to continue without even taking his eyes off his cell phone. After trying on several sizes to find hers, she ended up with three pants and five T-shirts, all of which were not very different from her usual clothes, but fitted to her new body (she liked her style and that wasn't going to change). She wanted to buy a skirt or a dress, but there she was completely lost.

“Do you need help?” Peter appeared behind her suddenly, and Stiles jumped.

“I'm going to put a bell on you,” she murmured. She was holding two dresses in her hands, but she couldn't make up her mind, she didn't even know if she liked either of them. “I have no idea about dresses, I've never... I didn't dare to...”

Peter took both dresses and put them back on the rack. He circled the racks a few times and came back with a dress that left her speechless. The body was black with a V-neck and a diagonal cut at the hip, with four white buttons on the left. The sleeves from elbow to wrist, a patch on the chest and the two-layered ruffled skirt were made of a white, red and black plaid fabric. It had enough plaid to fit her style and not too much to put Peter off. It was modern, casual, discreet (maybe in the future she would try something flashier, but not at the moment), she loved it. She looked at the label and it was just her size, which was surprising because she hadn't told him.

She went into the dressing room and when she came out, Peter was sitting there, like in one of those movie scenes where women tried on dress after dress and came out to show it off like it was a runway (they made it look super fun, but it was exhausting to try on clothes). Peter looked at her with an expression that made her blush. His eyes almost seemed to glow.

“Beautiful...” he murmured.

The blush on her cheeks became brighter, and she hurried back to the dressing room. Had Peter looked at her like this before? Was it because of her new body? Or did she realize it now because she was more aware of her body? Stiles would have to ask him directly if she wanted to find out, but she was not yet ready for the answer.

The total price was too much, but Peter didn't even blink, and Stiles didn't bother to say anything because the wolf wouldn't listen.

“Um, the entrance is on the other side,” she informed him as Peter headed in the opposite direction.

“Hairdresser first. That hair shouldn't be in a ponytail.”

Stiles frowned and touched her head wondering what he meant.

When the hairdresser asked her what she wanted, Stiles went blank.

“Just fix it,” Peter replied instead and turned to Stiles. “You'll have time to do whatever you want, but at least it has to be fixed. That guy doesn't know anything about haircuts.” He was talking about the nogitsune.

Stiles smiled and nodded.

The stylist offered to do her eyebrows and do some makeup, and Stiles agreed. Maybe she shouldn't say it herself, but the result looked pretty good. The hair with more volume still with her somewhat disheveled style, the eyeliner and some gloss on the lips. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. For the first time she really liked herself.

This time she saw the wolf approaching in the mirror. Peter placed a hand on her back and looked at her reflection approvingly.

“You won't need the bite to become the most popular girl in the school,” he whispered almost in her ear.

This time she not only felt it but saw the blush blossom on her cheeks in the mirror. She snorted and turned around, she didn't want to keep seeing that silly expression she made with Peter around.

“I'm not unpopular because of my looks, I'm unpopular because of my personality, and that hasn't changed.”

Peter shrugged.

“Their loss.”

Stiles didn't know exactly what was that alleged loss, but she appreciated the encouragement.

She drove back to the loft and really meant to leave Peter there and go home, but she couldn't. She didn't know if her father would be there, she couldn't see him yet. What could she tell him? How was she going to explain this to him? What would he think of her? What would the others think? How was she going to tell them? What if they thought it was just a curse? What if they wanted to “help” her undo it?

“Stiles,” Peter called out to her, and it might not be the first time. Stiles lifted her head and stopped holding the wheel as if her life depended on it. “Do you want to go up?”

Stiles nodded. The wolf must have smelled her panic. She would be stinking at that time.

She took a deep breath and when his breathing returned to a more or less normal rhythm, she got out of the jeep. Peter took the bags (it was not an area to leave anything in the car) and accompanied her. When Stiles opened the loft door, the wolf dropped the bags and pulled out his claws, but before he could stop her, before the growl even left his lips, Stiles lunged at the figure in the middle of the loft that resembled her old appearance.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him with all her might. She was so happy that she couldn't hold back and began to cry. Her legs were shaking and Kuro held her as his lips pressed against her hair.

“Shh, I'm here, Mi-chan,” he whispered, stroking her back.

“I thought they'd killed you and then that you were trapped again,” she murmured against his shoulder without letting go of him.

“Please, they were very foolish to think that they could just trap me in a wooden box after absorbing so much magic. They really only know how to underestimate others.”

He lifted Stiles' face with one hand and gave her a tender kiss. Stiles sighed and smiled.

“I'm glad you're back. Oh.” Stiles remembered then that they weren't alone (as they were always in her mind). Peter was looking at them with his mouth parted and a shocked expression. It sure had to be weird if it had managed to surprise the wolf. “Um, Peter, this is Kuro, the nogitsune, and... well... he's not as bad as you think. There are many things that you guys don't know and many lies that Noshiko told you.”

She was doing it unconsciously, but she had placed herself between Kuro and Peter in a protective gesture. He didn't expect Peter to attack without further ado, without questions and without thinking. Others could, but not him. Still, she had already lost Kuro once and was afraid it would happen again.

Peter put his claws away and relaxed, at least on the surface. He approached with slow steps, trying not to look threatening, more for Stiles than for Kuro.

“Given Stiles' reaction, I'll say I'm glad to see you again in better circumstances,” he told Kuro with a polite smile.

“The smart boy. You have chosen well,” he told Stiles, nuzzling his cheek.

“Uh, I-I haven't...” she stammered nervously. She wasn't sure what he meant, but Kuro knew her mind better than anyone and more than once they had talked about Peter. She just hoped Kuro didn't say anything he shouldn't.

“Why are you wearing these clothes? Now you have boobs, I thought you'd want to show them off.”

“I don't want to show-. Ugh, we just came from buying clothes to... show off my new body.” It was useless to argue with someone who had been in her mind, much less Kuro.

“Great! Put it on, I want to see you,” he said almost like an excited child.

Stiles looked at him with narrowed eyes and a frown. She turned towards him a little without removing the arm that he still had around her shoulders.

“I can't just go around looking like this, people know me as a boy, they won't understand that now I'm suddenly a girl. There's no treatment that will achieve this overnight,” it sounded kind of desperate, and she felt like that. She still couldn't think of anything to explain this.

“Oh yeah, sometimes I forget,” Kuro muttered.

“What?” Stiles asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Human ignorance. But don't worry.” He pulled her close with his arm and gave her a long kiss. Stiles could feel the magic flow through her body. That feeling was no longer alien to her. “Done,” Kuro said with a satisfied smile when he pulled away.

“What did you do?” Stiles asked confused. She looked at her body, but she didn't see anything different, nor did she feel different.

“No one is going to question that you're a girl, for them you always have been a girl,” he answered with complete confidence. Stiles looked at Peter, but Peter shook his head. “It doesn't work with him, I figured you wouldn't mind. I can change it if you want?”

“No, no, it's fine.” She didn't care if it was Peter, he had reacted much better than she would expect from anyone.

“Then come on, it's about time for you to be yourself,” he told her.

Kuro shoved her toward the bags that were still on the floor and approached the wolf faster than Peter could react. He tried to control himself, but couldn't help the tension in his body when Kuro put an arm around his shoulders.

“And why don't you cook dinner for us in the meantime, little wolf?” Kuro asked or almost ordered him with his face very close to his, his breath brushing against his lips.

He looked like Stiles, like the old Stiles, but he didn't smell like her, he didn't speak like her, he didn't feel like her. It wasn't difficult in his mind to tell apart this Stiles from the real one.

“Kuro!” Stiles scolded him when he was about to kiss Peter.

Kuro grinned with sharp teeth without pulling away from the wolf.

“Of course, it'll be my pleasure,” replied the wolf.

It was Peter who gave him a kiss and left without letting him react. Stiles gaped looking behind the wolf and Kuro threw himself on her back, wrapping his arms around her.

“We're going to have so much fun, Mi-chan,” he whispered in her ear.

Maybe, at least Peter seemed willing.

* END? *

Ok, I may continue this fanfic, but that'd be after the one I'm working on. But I don't promise anything. Even so, I accept ideas for a future new chapter.

For the @transbingo : Coming out

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quinn-tessence · 4 years

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Nocturne for a Clown

Part 1

In this frightening, destabilizing global pandemic, we all seek comfort. I found mine in Arthur, and I know many of you did too. This community has given me so much, I cannot express my gratitude enough. So here's something I can give back. A Nocturne for our beloved Clown, who still inspires us to this day, and will probably never stop. 🤡🖤

Summary: you stumble into an intriguing neighbor, a tragic, beautiful party clown named Carnival with jade eyes and cocoa hair. His meekness around you gets under your skin enough to lead you unconsciously into his path by accident.

Length: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of mental illness, alcohol use, nudity, playful flirting and light fluff. Pre smut intro, this is going places… 🤭🤡❤

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You should have taken more bags, you could barely hold all these groceries as you opened the door to let yourself inside your block of flats. You greeted granny Mabel picking up her mail but swiftly turned your attention to the closing door of the elevator.

‘Wait, hold the lift, please!’

In your haste to catch the ride, a foot was lodged on the door, sliding it back open to let you in. Careful not to spill all the veggies on the floor, your attention fell onto the man sharing the ride with you only as he asked what floor you were going to.

‘5th please, thank you for holding the door'

‘Sure'

The lift shook in its slow ascent, your heart would have skipped a beat had it not been a part of your daily routine to feel that bump in your bones. His hair is really nice, the length and the curls around the edges. Hm. You couldn't help looking at him, he was all of your visual field after all, so you scrutinized, as you’d often do. He’d politely turned sideways, avoiding to keep his back to you, but you couldn't see his face clearly in the dim yellow light. He wasn't much taller than you, his complexion quite slim and fragile looking, his back slouched as if carrying the heaviest weight on his shoulders. Gotham made that easy, grey and gloomy by day even during good weather, a pile of construction and buildings with no defined identity, enough to fit all from the scourge to the wealthy.

‘This building's awful, isn't it?’ an uncharacteristic curiosity made you try out some small talk in the hopes you'd get a better glimpse.

You knew too few people in this building, and you were far from chatty in elevators with strangers. Usually. He looked so old fashioned wearing that shirt and the linen vest, but the ochre of his jacket heightened the cocoa brown of his hair, yellow light reflecting off the edges delicately. He was cute, in an oddly endearing sort of way. A pair of basil green eyes turned to your as he bit the bait, the sly grin cutting through his cheek a stark contradiction to everything else about him, the scar on his upper lip a peculiarity that only furthered your intrigue. There was a deep well of sadness in his eyes, overbearing, bone chilling. It prickled your skin as you noticed it, but the gaze under his eyelids was piercing. That unnerving feeling the striking contrast brought, you couldn't shake it off.

The joy ride on strings stopped just as your cheeks started to fluster. You bid him good night as you walked out, your awareness over your morning overuse of perfume now as acute as ever.

‘Hey!’ he shouted in a shy, husky voice as you stepped out.

You turned to him one last time to see him mimicking a gun shot to the head as a rather late comical attempt to reply to your earlier remark. Unconventional, yes, but not a sort of humor you didn't enjoy. The fact that you just couldn't make him out drew a puzzled smile on your face as the elevator door closed.

Hm. What was that? you wandered as you had one foot in stirring curiosity, the other guiding you to your door as if by reflex. You'd lived here for months already, yet you hadn't seen him before. He was quite handsome in an outlandish sort of way, you would not have let that go unnoticed had you seen him before.

Months had passed, yet you still had storing boxes around your living room. Your stay should have just been temporary, yet you'd started decorating it with your own sketches and it had suddenly become your home, your sanctuary, your oasis to recharge you after long days at the office close by. You'd stumbled into this place by accident while looking for a cozy place to stay, but you found no reason to leave it behind. Your own art gallery, with bright lights flooding the windows throughout the day that allowed you to paint during weekends without your eyes squinting, your safe space.

Not today though, your feet were sore and your arms hurt from carrying those groceries. All you wanted was a glass of white wine and an excessive bag of popcorn while you watched the Murray show, but you picked up Dostoyevsky to delve again into the question of the perfect murder while you waited. This book you could never grow tired of, and it rattled you to devour chapter after chapter, accompanying a tormented soul on a journey of falling into madness, its universe a silent revolt and escape from the reality of Gotham you'd craved deep down without ever voicing.

‘We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, that begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.' Hm. Go figure.

The deafening silence in the room would soon be filled by your own comments at the starting show, Murray’s humor making you roll your eyes at his lack of self awareness, quite versed he was in ridiculing one person or another. A comedy show, yes, but sometimes he would take it a bit too far even for your inappropriate taste in humor.

A few hours and half a bottle of wine later, the sweet taste of the wine still lingered on your lips, flooding your murky mind to a familiar place of solitary self indulgence. Not long after shutting your eyes, a recent memory took shape at the back of your eyelids, and you felt an irrational urge to trace a sketch of him. You were too tired to start drawing at this hour. Your fingers would be of much better use tracing those lines you were curious to feel off his own fingertips. You hadn't indulged yourself in a while, but the thought of this bewitching man flashing in the most vulgar parts of your mind soon changed that. Maybe you were blatantly objectifying your neighbor… but only a little… You'd been so busy with the new job, the long hours exhausting, the absence of a soul to keep you company a nuisance you'd learned to bury in piles of work. But the urges only amplified the more you'd stifle and ignore them, demanding to be satiated. So you gave into yourself, into him, into the sweet, intoxicating effect of your favorite wine, into the memory of the piercing green eyes that had you whimper in silence.

Something about him was out of place. You’d seen him from afar and he looked defenseless. But as you came closer, you could feel yourself swallow hard as you waited for his gaze to look to your direction. Odd, wasn't it? He hadn't said much, but the tension in the elevator had penetrated your bones to late night reminiscence. Something was not right about him, an 'I should be afraid, instead it turns me on' vibe to him had taken you right to the edge.

The next day you bumped into him after work at the corner store, he was buying cigarettes and a chocolate bar. With that level of nutrition, no wonder he was so feeble, yet there was something about him that had kept you up at night. You'd already developed a weakness for him, but that stifled your reaction instead of filling you with courage. He smiled shyly and walked out the door, his eyes counting his slouched steps. Shit. Next time.

One particular evening you noticed two blue diamonds peering meticulously through the store shelves, the greasepaint on the man's face rendering him almost unrecognizable lest for his unmistakable skinny complexion and beautiful cocoa hair. Your freight of clowns had shaped your life since childhood, yet that terror had somehow melted instantly at the sight of his jade eyes underneath the white blue makeup. He'd shied away as you noticed him, stealing a smile that got your feet walking into an opposite reaction, trying to hide your pleasant surprise at his creepy, endearing stares. You wondered if that was his job, it would be absurd to just walk around in a clown costume, stalking women. Not to mention, horrifying and nightmare inducing, as even you would have felt until a moment ago if it hadn't been him wearing the clown costume.

Fumbling around the store, shying behind the counters as you paid for your groceries, you couldn't resist glancing at him one more time. You'd missed your chance before and you regretted it. All it took was to reach for one item from the isle he was hiding in, even if you had no use for it. Startling him was the last of your intentions, so you mimicked his behavior peering at him through the shelves, perhaps that would open him up to you. As you both walked in the same direction towards the corridor, he stopped shy in his tracks, eyes now as big as the clown shoes on his feet, scanning the floors, anxiously facing the inevitable.

‘Hi there. I've seen you around, haven't I?'

You'd planned on being more casual in your approach, yet the tone of your voice evoked a warm intimacy built over nights of having him wander purposefully in the depths of your fantasies. The clown costume should have helped alienate that feeling, instead it only burned deeper. The youthful innocence draped across his face contrasted strikingly with the furrows in his forehead betraying his age. He couldn't be younger than 35 at least, yet the spark of his almond shaped eyes took 15 years off his complexion. He cleared his throat before being able to speak.

‘Hi! Yes, we met in the elevator last week. I didn't think you'd recognize me in my work outfit.’

‘I thought that was you. You could frighten ladies if you keep peering at them while wearing a clown costume, you know? Not a lot of good press on them in the past years’

A nervous chuckle escaped his throat, he couldn't have missed that connection himself but he seemed caught red handed.

‘Well I haven't even pulled my gun yet. I was waiting for the store to clear out a bit before I robbed the place and kidnapped you'

There was that dark humor, but damn him for making you smile like a teenager.

‘A clown with a gun and a plan, not at all frightening. You're funny! Pass me that pasta sauce, would you?’

He quickly reached for the item on his counter and reached over it to hand it to you. The gawkiness in his hasty moves was proof enough he wasn't used to being approached by women, you were sure his cheeks were as flaming red under the white makeup as the flower pinned to his colorful checkered blazer. You shook your head and pointed at the end of the counter, your feet moving in the direction where you wanted him. He followed shyly, dragging his oversized clown shoes.

As he handed you the item, you thanked him kindly and immediately put it back up on the shelf. His gaze fell to his feet again, surely flustered by the subtext of your action. Yet within a split of a second, his eyes pierced back at yours and you'd forgotten all words.

‘Why don't I walk you home instead? I'll keep the gun and kidnapping for another occasion. Let me help you with those' he reached for your groceries, his proximity to you feeding the fire. You gladly agreed and walked the couple blocks with him, curious of his day job and adoring the purr of his soothing voice, it tore you up every time you heard it falter. His suit and makeup should have kept you a mile away, yet he seemed to be the most welcome companion to comfort you through your biggest irrational fear. As you reached the apartment complex sooner than you'd wished, he stopped and let out a complicit chuckle.

‘I… seem to have forgotten to do my own groceries, I’ll have to go back now, somehow I got distracted…’

‘And I thought you were there just to kidnap me.’ You just couldn't help continuing his apropos, hoping deep down he'd actually do it. ‘Thank you for walking me home, that was sweet of you'

‘You're very welcome. I'm Arthur, by the way, or Carnival if you prefer the party clown'

‘Nice to meet you, Arthur. I'm Y/N.’

‘Y/N…’ the sound of your name off his lips jolted you shamelessly to the point where you needed to take that step back, and yet you didn't. ‘I'll see you around?’

The smile on his painted face a ray of sunshine in an otherwise wretched day. Carnival, you cheekily thought to yourself, never had you wanted to experience one as badly as you did seeing him light up a cigarette and inhale it wantonly almost halfway through, walking back a few steps, then turning and making his way back to the store.

Days at work had flown by rapidly in your constant distraction with a lingering image of a colorful clown. Not even the new guy everyone was talking about could catch your attention, even if your girlfriends kept mentioning a stunning pair of black eyes and a charming swagger. Had he been a smoker, you'd perhaps get a glimpse of him during your breaks, at least. The Fridays hardly ever felt like the weekend, and this one made you want to smash some bones, your own sorrows bubbling up inside you, like a mint candy in a bottle of Cola. You were more of an indoors cat, but your really couldn't pass on a 3rd invitation for a night out, your buddies would think you were willfully ditching them. Fine I'll go! Just one drink though.

Mixing gin and tequila hadn't been up there among your smartest choices. You should have stopped after the 3rd shot, but you hadn't had so much fun in months. Hah! I feel dizzy. But this feels good, your thoughts pieces of a puzzle you were too drunk to make out. As your feet moved out of the taxi and into the cold early morning air, you were finally back home. You must have remembered to pay the fare otherwise the cabby would have chased you down. You drifted in your scrambled thoughts as your feet walked out of reflex, your mind miles away, preoccupied with a certain pair of turquoise eyes. Perhaps you had a propensity for dark hues, but those had always just been mere dust in front of green shades. I’m not in my own mind anymore… I’m in someone else's... And I’m touching myself, I’m licking my lips, the tip of my tongue grazes over the scar on my upper lip, the heat of my breath comes from within a boiling body, my skin sizzles. I hum and I moan and I... hah, fuck, I think I just broke my heel, I’m so fekkin drunk. You dragged yourself to the elevator, your mind desperately hoping you were managing to keep yourself composed so the sweet old doorman wouldn't judge you as a drunken failure in life.

Why did you do this to yourself? And can you just not redirect all your remaining fluids to where they're not required before you're at least in your bed? Fuck, I can't... you'd been pushing the elevator button for a minute before you growled a tad too loud at the drunken realization you’d have to climb all 5 storeys in this wretched state you'd put yourself into.

Fine, just get your sorry ass up before you make a fool of yourself clowning around. Just one more and you're there. Fumbling for your keys in your bag, you leaned on the door and, to your surprise and annoyance, it opened. What the fuck, was I drunk before I left my apartment? How could I have forgotten to lock the damn door?

You felt sick to your stomach, you couldn't walk to the bed. You hadn't drunk so much for over a year, you’d forgotten how useless you were in this state. The couch would do for tonight. You almost dropped yourself to the floor, the couch not in the same position as you'd left it, but who cared. I'm never drinking again, you thought as you coiled around the pillow, a shoe dropping on the floor while the other hung half way. It smelled of cigarettes, most probably from your clothes.

A familiar enticing aftertaste of alcohol clawed its way out once again, you should have known this was coming. You wished he'd be there so you could release yourself to him, as frail as he was he'd surely handle you gently, and mmm wouldn't that feel sweet. The alcohol had just been a low end substitute to bury your frustrations and aches. Hah, even if he was here, you'd be useless. But that didn't stop you from dozing off to the thought of his gentle fingers strolling down your neck to your breasts, drawing circles on your waist before goin... down lo...

There was too much light in the room, as drunk as you’d been you’d forgotten to draw the curtains. You couldn't open your eyes, the headache was throbbing, so you rubbed your temples and turned your led limbs from the aching position you'd landed on as the most shameful drunk in this city.

Your mind thought you could take opening your eyes, and as you did you felt the alcohol pressuring your Adam's apple, a deep breath a flimsy stronghold to keep everything down. A deep breath that turned swiftly to a high pitched shriek at the sight of this man walking towards you dripping water off his naked body, a towel being rubbed onto his hair with both hands. You shrieked as you fell to the floor, hitting yourself against an unfamiliar coffee table, flagons of pills spilling all over it.

Oh shit, you heard him say as he hid behind the wall, peering at you but quieting his anxiety the more he looked.

'What are you... Y/N, you're in the wrong apartment! Shit, I need to put something on'

Oh god what had you done?? A sous chef could have mistaken you for a lobster and thrown you in a bucket of boiling water, you’d surely been simmering in that since the realization of how much of an idiot you were at walking into his apartment, of all damn places.

‘Oh my god, I am SO SORRY, I had a few too many drinks with my friends and I must have... I surely have climbed too many storeys to my place. I'll be out of your hair, I am so sorry!!!’ He'd been hopping throughout your dreams for the past weeks, you'd seen him naked so many times before, but not once in the flesh. You were flustered at the brazen realization of how far off you'd been as you fantasized about him bare before you. It was nerve wrecking, you wished you could just disintegrate into a million atoms and let the ground swallow you whole.

He chuckled as he returned in a half clothed state, clearly having shortened the process just to catch you before you shut the door behind you.

‘Yeah, the elevator was out of order yesterday. Hey, it's ok. You just really scared me, I wasn't expecting to find you on my couch, you know? You're... welcome to... stay a bit longer if you want. You look like you've had a rough night, I could whip out some breakfast and get you back on your feet. If you wish…’

He'd whipped out more than you'd thought he would a couple minutes ago, thank you very much for the extra sleepless nights.

‘Oh my god, no, I couldn't take advantage of you like that, I just slept on your couch uninvited, I am so horrible. Please excuse me, and thank you for not calling the cops on me.’

He'd smiled at you in the elevator before your heels had started flaming for him a few weeks back, but this was different. His whole face had lit up, his eyes sparkling as if emerald and jade had caught a reflection of the sun, his crooked tooth a tantalizing new discovery, especially as the scar on his lip etched itself deeper into your psyche. You were in his house, after all, where else would he feel most comfortable if not in his private, intimate home, one that you'd shamefully invaded and found him completely naked and wet.

‘They're on their way actually, I’m just stalling before they show up to escort you from my property.’

You chuckled as you held your temple, you must have been a disgusting mess, your makeup all smudged, on your face a decrepit layer of last nights overindulgence, and yet he made you laugh.

‘You're funny, Arthur... I'll take care of that myself, tell them it was a false alarm...’

As you opened the door to remove yourself from this torrent of shame, his voice stopped you in the doorstep.

‘Hey, you wanna… grab a coffee later tonight? It might help with that hangover’

‘You really want to go out after all this?’

‘Yeah!’ his eyebrow twitched in reflex, startling you at its sudden air of impertinence. You couldn't tell if your limbs had mellowed from alcohol, or his facial expressivity had been the melting catalyst. ‘Pajama night, I'll take you to the best Donut diner in town. 9 PM?’

You really wished you could process everything clearly, but he wasn't making it easier at all. ‘Alright then, pajama night it is!’

‘Great! Are you sure I can't help you to your place?’

‘Sorry to ask, what floor is this?’

‘6th.’

‘Oh, I’m right downstairs, maybe going down a flight of stairs will shake off this horrid hangover. Thanks again for... hosting me I guess, nice to see you again, Arthur. I'll see you later!’

You waved at him more in a futile attempt to cover your face as you stepped back out of that bubble of shame, feeling soaked to the bone. The droplets on his skin, he'd just gotten out of the shower, that routine gesture to slick back his hair, that wide morning gaze were mere special mentions as you went down the stairs, one other morning factor keeping your mind fully flustered as you unlocked your own front door this time.

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pleasancies · 3 years

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First Shot

wordcount : 2k+

content / warnings : futuristic whump, lady whump, defiant whumpee, electrocution, hunted, animal attack, starvation, human experimentation, animal death, graphic depictions of violence, eating live animals, leg injury

I was planning for a simple running off from wild animals story but stuff happens. The story got dark. Tag : @summer-of-whump

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Previous Chapter

Avis woke up with a shiver. Wind gushes through her hair. Little thorns prickled at her back. She tried to heave herself up, but there's a twinge of pain in her arms that runs deep into her bones. It was dark, but she could smell the rain, hear the sound of leaves rustling and crickets chirping. She needs to get up. Keep moving. This isn't the lab anymore. She has to go back. Avis slowed her breathing. Her finger clawed into the ground. Grass brushing against her palm. With a count of to three, she heaved herself up. Pain flared on her arm. She grimaced. Pushing her body to stand was easier.

Every step was uncertain. Bare feet meets fallen twigs. The sound of it breaking is almost deafening. She felt around. Trees, moss, and stone. Avis was afraid she's going around in circles. But she's free, as baffling as it is. Last thing she remembered was the lab. The oxygen mask. John and Lisette. Fenrir.

Did they left her her because they thought she's dead? The test, whatever it is, was a blank in Avis head. Possible memory wiping technology? Too many question marks. Potential threats to report when she managed to get back to her friends.

"Hello, Miss. How are you feeling?" The voice made her jump. She turned her head, frantically looking where it came for.

"Down here. Look at your feet."

Sure enough, there's an ankle bracelet. Avis did the sensible thing to do, prying at it so it falls off. It was glued to her legs.

The voice speaks again, "This is the test we were preparing you for. Don't worry, the serum will kick in soon and fingers crossed it works. Now, I'd like you to—"

"Go fuck yourself, John." Avis spat. She grabbed a sturdy looking branch. Clenching her jaws, she forced it between her ankles. Avis let out a small yelp, as the twig tears apart the fused flesh and machine. Drops of blood falls along her toes. Still, she kept going without hesitation.

A nasty crackling noise send Avis movements into a halt. Her entire body jerked as electricity pierced her ankles and burned her veins.

"If you tried to break free then I'll zap you again. Got it?"

Avis tried to speak, but her teeth was still chattering from the aftershocks. She could hear Lisette murmuring on the other side. The girl was too far from the mic for anyone to clearly hear.

John went on, "I really don't want to do this. The more we hurt you, the more likely this project fails and you die. But you took things to an extreme."

"I'm a Heretic, I have to do what I have to do," Avis muttered. Her ankle cuff buzzed a noise that might have been an exasperated sigh.

"I urged Professor Clayton to release you without the shock bracelet. I don't want to reinforce your group's indoctrination that we're sadistic tyrants. But I guess he's right. You and your people are beyond saving."

"I don't need a baby-faced intern who looked like he could die if he lift a potato sack to save me."

Lisette's laugh can be overheard from the speaker.

"That goes for you too, Lise. You're complicit in this," John gruntled. "Fair enough, answer me, Miss. How do you feel? Avoid using profanities, please."

"Like I've been electrocuted, dear boy."

"Other than that. Emotions, physical conditions, list everything."

Avis frowned. It would be so easy to flip him off. Why would she answer to some milquetoast intern about how she feels? The boy might never even starve in his life. Her jaw and gums hurt. After the shock, her ankle felt strangely heavy. There's a veiled threat in his words. They injected her with something.

"How do you feel, Heretic?"

Do you even know my name?

She pick herself up, looking at the distance. Now she could see faint outlines of the trees around her. Faint glints of light hidden in branches. A camera? Avis stared at it.

"Hungry."

"Good, good. How about your emotions, and your perception. Compare to what you see and hear when you first wake up to now."

"A-agitated. Pissed. I want to kill you. My left arm hurts. My teeth hurts." Avis stopped, composing her thoughts. The tip of her fingers felt foreign. As if it belonged to someone else. She wondered what Sherman are doing now.

"Miss."

"Sorry. I'm thinking about my friends."

There's that buzz again. She could discern it. General interference and background noise. Keyboards clacking. Pen scratching at paper.

"Why do you think of them?" John's voice sounds so clear. Sickening. Avis could hear his breath. It was slightly shallow. Did this kid has ashtma? The image of him wheezing to death as she slowly crush his windpipes made a tight sensation in her belly.

"Dunno. Can you stop talking? Your voice makes me want to gnaw at my ankle."

"Alright. Answer my question first, Miss. Any significant change in your senses. This could be vision, hearing, smell, anything."

Avis point at the hidden cameras, "One, two, three, four, there might another one over there, but I need to come closer."

She put a hand on her stomach. It's like there's a hole in there. Somehow it reminds her of the well in her parents' house. The twinge on her arm had dissipate, replaced by a dull throb coming from the inside of her gums. There's just so many things she doesn't see or hear before. Hard to keep track. Her thoughts were jumbled, running all over the place. John muttered a curse.

"John, I thought you said there's no need for profanities."

"You're not supposed to hear that. It's the serum."

Avis froze. The buzzing thoughts stopped. Cold panic gripped her chest. The forest she's starting to feel familiar with becomes unrecognizable. As if someone had brought her to a mirror world. The trees and rocks similar, yet still a twisted replica of itself. How could she not notice?

"What did you do to me?"

"It's only temporary, calm down."

She hissed. Avis took a start, crouching on the ground. The cameras are more than blinking lenses. She could see the machines, the holes it's stuck to. She lunged at the closest one. Her thoughts blend into a murky set of instinct and sensation. Lisette shouted in the background. Avis bit at the lenses, and pulled. She bashed it on to the trees. Stray cables flew.

There's still more eyes watching her. A few trees away. She took a step back, lowered her body, and—

An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the woods. Her vision went dark. Her body convulsed. Avis fell. She grunted as her back collide with ground.

Still pumped with adrenaline, Avis practically jumped from the ground. Her head flinched back before she speaks. "C-coward! Where are you!"

Another shock. Blood leaked from her ankle. Avis curled in on herself. She blinked away her tears.

No, I'm not going to die like this!

Her body wailed in protest as she heaved herself up. They tased her again. And again.

She lay there for a while, afraid to move. Her fingers twitched. Something had grown in the tips of her nails.

"You're allowed to move now," the voice from the bracelet said. It was deeper. Older. "Please stand."

Getting up was a chore. Avis almost flinched as she expects another sting. One of her feet feels heavy. She leaned at a tree, trying not to move so hard. The gnawing feeling at her stomach is stronger now. She was still shaking and her ankle hurts everytime the skin touches the bracelet.

"I'm so sorry for ruining this Professor," John said.

"Don't be sorry. She's still awake. Project Fenrir, would you please tell me about your injuries?"

Avis grimaced, "You burned my ankle."

"How about your hunger?"

She wondered what Professor Clayton looked like. Until now the man only exist as a name John and Lisette talked about. How big is his head? Does it fit into her mouth? Avis shook her head. Disturbing that the serum made those thoughts came so easily to her.

"You didn't see me eating did you?"

"Aside from the camera I guess not."

"Thought so."

Maybe eating the head is unwise. It would satisfy her anger but it might hurt her jaw. Avis hope this professor is fat. More meat to fill her sick.

"I want to eat you, old man."

"We'll feed you. Soon. This is your test. We will send you a moving obstacle. Defeating them will grant you food. The wound in your ankle might hamper your movements, but if you're as skilled as your file suggest, I believe you can survive them. Good luck!"

Avis cursed under her breath. They left her no choice but to obey. She put her finger into her mouth. Her teeth had grown. Sharp edges and bigger fangs. She hoped the change isn't too drastic. Her friends would have a hard time finding her if she looked like a monster. James kids' would be afraid of her and she couldn't be their nanny anymore.

She should keep moving. Whatever that moving obstacle was, it's not going to be pretty.

Despite her limp, it was easier to navigate the forest. She had adjusted through the dark, and the uneven terrain wasn't so rough after you noticed it's patterns. It was an artificial forest. For miles there was no animal or a single fruit growing in the trees. The ground won't be too altered by the vegetation.

James had taught her once about the fake forests. The trees are real and organic, everyone knows that. But what's unsettling was it's history. Years ago, when the seeds of the trees weren't even made. The Empire was given a choice of which artificial plant variety it's going to use for conservation efforts. They chose the ones unable to bear fruit. The official documents said it produce oxygen more than the others. Besides, most of the land animals that can survive without human intervention had gone extinct. But the thing killed nearby wild plants. Soon enough, the main source of food are from corporate farms and their trademarked seeds.

Avis thought about James while she aimlessly walked in the forest. How he might think, working as a forester and having to plant the artificial seeds. She missed him. She missed Sherman, Emmett, Nancy, pretty much everyone. She hoped they made it out of the city.

A howl tore through the forest. The hurried steps making a beeline to Avis location. She heard panting and leaves crunching. It was a pack. Avis crouched, running more with her hands than her feet. She made a turn. The wolves changed their direction.

The animals were more intelligent that it supposed to. It doesn't seem to follow Avis by a trail. Everytime she repositioned herself the wolves follow. Always a straight line to her. It wasn't long until her throbbing ankle made her trip. Avis bit her lip. She shouldn't make a noise. She grabbed at her bracelet, desperately pulling at it so her burns get a chance to breathe. The footsteps grew louder. She clenched her teeth and started to stand.

The ground was spinning under her feet. Avis staggered. She was out of breath. Her stomach is growling.

Left foot, right foot. Come on, move!

Her face meets the forest floor. The hairs in the back of her neck stood up. A growl. Right behind her.

It dragged her by the neck. The other lunged at her face. Avis clawed and kicked. It hits the air. Another touches flesh. She smelled blood. Her throat was dry. She heard a yelp. It pulled her out of panic. Avis crawled as fast she could. They can't make her kill these animals.

One wolf caught her by the hair. They yanked her off the ground. She land head first onto a tree. She slid down, only to be bit by the ribs and feet. Avis flailed her claws into the air. They dropped her.

The smell of blood was too much. It filled her nostril. The emptiness in her middle ached. Avis lost. Her teeth finds flesh. Her ears barely register the dying cry of the two dogs. She chewed. She swallowed. Warmth filled her stomach. Nerves flared in delight.

When Avis came to her senses, there was only her and two carcass.

"Congratulations, Fenrir. You passed your first test with flying colors."

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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{hangman adam page - take me to church.}

Pairing(s) - Hangman Adam Page x Y/N

Category - Fluff // A Little Smut

Warning(s) - Language, Mild Sexual Content

Summary - Adam Page and Y/N are backstage at Daily's Palace.

Word Count - 2,603

Requested by - @lghockey 💓💓💓

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I said 4k+, but it's going to be part 1 and 2, so bare with me. 💓

Tagging - @lghockey, @hungmanhorsecarriage, @heelstylerollins, @junglecassidy, @writtingrose, @madsky1222, @ava-valerie, @fiendessdani, @ifyouarentaprowrestlerthenleave, @luciddrreamss, @mackenzie2597, @haigrr, @rosyredapples, @demonqueen29 !

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Inquired Adam, following behind her. "Nowhere, just taking a break from watching the matches; I need to go backstage." She explained, pushing the curtains to get through. "Care if I follow?" "I don't care." Y/N tried to hold back a smile, but she failed miserably to hold that smile back. "What are we going to do?" Asks Adam, already in inquiry. "I have no idea, do YOU have any ideas?" Chuckling and shaking her head, "Let's go backstage." He suggested, shrugging his shoulders back. "Why? What's backstage?"

"You will have to wait and see," he answered simply to Y/N, "Come on." He leads her backstage, where they both came in Adam's dressing room. Turning on the LED Purple Light, the room lit up with a tint of purple. The lights across the dresser were unrecognizable. "Since when did you put up purple lights?" She wow'ed at the scenary. Y/N was pretty impressed with how his dressing room was set up; Everything seemed to be moved differently, but stacked neatly.

"Well, I have done some decorating. Take a seat, stay awhile." Adam smiled, patting the seat for Y/N to sit down on. She moved her hair in place and sat down at the white dresser. "I love how you got this set up." She compliments on his neatness; he smiled once more, "Thank you, Y/N." "You're welcome." She replied. Adam paced the wooden floors of his dressing room, attempting to have the courage to ask Y/N something in favor. Finally, he spoke: "Y/N, Can I ask you a question?" Y/N looked up from her phone to look at Adam. "Yeah, you can ask me anything."

"Well, here goes nothing." He thinks in the back of his mind. "I wanted to say, you are a great person. But please don't hate me for this. But I think I like you. Goddamn it!" Adam groaned in frustration as he hid his face from blushing. "You what….?" Y/N was in shock, she never knew he liked her until just now. "Aww… Adam---" Cut off by him, he quickly said: "I love you." With a straight face, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. As soon as he did that, she felt her face heat up. Kissing back, she smiled softly into the kiss. Fastly pulling away, Adam slammed his fist on the dresser. "I am so damn sorry, I shouldn't have done that…."

Feeling guilty, he stared at Y/N for a long minute. She stared back, then realized how embarrassed he was. "Are you okay?" She asks concerned; "Yeah, I'm all good." He replied, hiding his smile. Sighing to himself, Adam took a seat next to Y/N. "You know, It was hard for me to say that to you." He admits, she was in complete awe when those words came out his mouth. "You know you can tell or ask me anything, Adam. You know I wouldn't mind!" She chuckled, patting her best friend on the shoulder. Sighing again, he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair. "You seem bothered. What's bothering you, love?" Love. Adam glanced at the door behind him, and said: "Can you lock the door?" Without hesitation or questioning, Y/N knew what he was up to.

Getting up from her seat, she locked the door. Walking back to her seat, Adam suddenly grabbed her without notice and kissed her again, but deeper. For 20 seconds, he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I seriously need to control my emotions." Shaking his head, she whispers into his ear: "Please, don't be sorry. This is just the beginning of it, love." Chills shot up Adam's spine. "Take me to church." He growled. "So be it." Y/N was taking the challenge, she started it off by kissing on his neck. Adam rolled his eyes back, and slouched in the chair as she actually "took him to church".

Cupping her face, he kept repeating "I love you's" into Y/N's ear until it had lost the meaning. "Adam…" she breathed, her lungs shallow. "Y/N," he grinned against her plumped skin, eyes twinkling. Stroking her hair with his grazed thumb, he promised Y/N he was going to love her forever, and no matter what. "You know why you're so special to me?" "Why is that, Adam?" "Because you're the reason, you're the light to my moon. And without the light, there wouldn't be no moon." Cheesy Adam, only he would make someone have heavy emotions flowing through them.

"Let's run away together," He suggested. "But Adam, your match---" She got cut off by an index finger pressed against her lips. "Shh, I promise this will be the greatest run aways you've ever witnessed, you wouldn't ever want to leave." And Hangman Adam Page promised that for a fact.

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*AT THE AIRPORT*

"I have never been at an airport, honestly." Y/N admitted to Adam, waiting in line for their plane ticket to NYC. "You never have?" He was in basic shock, his face said it all. "Yeah, I'm serious. But, this is so cool to experience I can say that although." They then set their heavy luggage on the moving convery belt without wasting time. "You're going to like New York City; I can show you a few parks once we get there." Parks were Adam's favorite place to visit as a kid, it brings back so many memories for when he was a small child. "Yay. Can't wait for this for when we arrive in NYC." Intertwining hands with Adam, Y/N and him walked up to get their stuff checked for safety measurements. "You'll like New York City, Y/N." Adam kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand again to get on the airplane.

Falling asleep next to Adam, she laid her head down on his shoulder feeling comfortable on the plane with her now lovely boyfriend. Everything seemed beyond perfect, traveling with Adam Page was delightful. A couple of hours later, they found themselves in NYC as the plane gently glided on the road. "We're here, baby." Adam gently shook Y/N to wake her up, she stretched and yawned. "We are?" Half awake, she smiles; "Look at all that snow!" She exclaimed pointing at the white snow covered all over the ground and the road. It was 8 o'clock, almost time for New Years in New York City ---- "Let's go explore the shops and everything else, shall we?" Adam encourages Y/N. "I'm somewhat tired, May we go to a local hotel and stay there?" She questioned, showing off her tiredness from a sore neck from the plane ride. "Anything for you, love."

So, they went to a local hotel; A fancy one. "Enjoy your stay," The butler greets at the door, where he stood. "Thank you," They both had said at the same time while entering the building. Walking to the counter to collect their room key, Y/N had luggage in her hands. "Here, I'll get that for you, sugar." Suggested Adam, knowing she was struggling with the three bags full of their stuff. As he swapped spots with her, she took the keys off the counter that was placed just for them and went along upstairs. After strolling down an empty hallway, it finally had reached 10 o'clock. This meant they were both tired as hell, but Adam and Y/N had kept moving to stay awake.

In order to watch the fireworks from their hotel upstairs window and kiss on New Year's Day, he turned the TV on that was provided in their nice hotel room. "Please, take a seat." Adam took his cowboy boots off and threw them aside against the bag of their luggage, Y/N watched as he was laying in the most luxurious bed they've ever seen before. Plopping herself on the bed, she faced her boyfriend, tired eyes. "If you fall asleep on me, Y/N. I swear we won't kiss again." He jokingly said, chuckling to himself. "I'm not," She was literally about to fall right asleep. "There you go, falling asleep on your lovely cowboy boyfriend." He pouted, crossing his arms against his chest.

"I love you dork." Y/N mumbled halfly, yawning aloud. "God, I've got to stay awake." She thinks, over ahead of herself on what she might have planned next. "I will be right back, I'm going to go ahead and take a walk." She announced aloud, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. "Okay, be back!" Adam's voice called from the closed door. Sliding her body down against the wall, Y/N had a flashback.

***2 YEARS AGO***

"Hi, Y/N. I'm Adam, but you can refer to me as Hangman Adam Page, aka Cowboy Shit." He lends his hand out, extending it for a handshake. She looked down at his hand, then firmly gripped his hand for a two handshake motion, then released. "So Adam, what do you like to do besides wrestling with your tag team partner Kenny Omega?" Inquired her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I like doing cowboy shit, if you know what I mean." Adam laughed, grimly smiling right at Y/N. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, that's a reasonable answer." Y/N laughed along.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

Sighing to herself, she slowly got up from leaning against the wall and went downstairs to take a breather. Looking around, she realized she didn't bring her phone to text her boyfriend Adam. "Oh well," Y/N talked to herself, shrugging. Pushing the doors to where she and Adam would first enter the hotel, she exited the building for just a couple of minutes. Feeling the cold breeze and flurries hit against her face in the night of December, she checked her IPhone watch. "11pm." It said. 2020 was almost over, yet again it has been a shit year. Suddenly, when Y/N was sitting right on the edge of the sidewalk, she felt a hand pressed on her shoulder. "Damn it…." She thinks, fastly turning around to see who it was. "Get in." The criminal demanded. "No! I will not get in the car with you, freak!"

Kicking the criminal in the face with her shoe, she scurried up to her feet and just now noticed she could call Adam right on her IPhone Watch. "Hello? Hello? Adam?" She panicked, as the criminal was catching up to her. Y/N could see her own breath in this cold whenever she breathed; "FUCK!" She yelled into her watch, running as fast as she could. "Y/N! Where are you!?" Adam exclaimed, very worridely. "I'M OUTSIDE! PLEASE! ADAM----" The phone cut off, and the criminal scooped her up. Kicking and screaming, she elbowed him in the face. Scurridely getting away for 3 seconds, she ran back into the hotel lobby, to find Adam. "Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He cried, looking into the eyes of her. "Some criminal was trying to kidnap me!" Pointing at the outside, She was inconsolable. Sobbing, Y/N cried into the shoulder of Adam. "I'm sorry I left--- I was trying to take a breather." "Shh.. you're okay. You're okay."

Stroking the back of her head, Adam calmed her down. "Are you sure you won't ever leave me like that again?" He put his hands on both her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Yeah--- It was just a stupid thing to do, that's all." She wiped her tears that were stinging her cheeks. "I just don't ever want to lose sight of you, Y/N. I truly mean it." Adam delicately stroked the side of her cheek, "Come on. Let's watch the ball drop." Nodding in agreement, they went to their hotel room upstairs. The clock struck 11:40pm, almost time for the New Year. "I want to spend this moment with you and remember it for a lifetime." Adam announces, pulling his girlfriend Y/N close to his chest.

Heart thumping through the floor, Adam's phone vibrated in his back pocket. "What is it?" She questions, looking puzzled at Adam quickly scrolling through his phone like it was an emergency. "Oh um, nothing; Just Marko wants to know where we were so we can attend next Wednesday's Dynamite." He explained, pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Hmm, well alright." Trusting Adam, she smiled softly and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He didn't have any hesitation, he kissed her back, passionately and so sweetly. Picking up Y/N bridal style, he encourages her: "Let's go baby." This was a hint of hidden love, but not so hidden like the day before when he finally confessed his true love to her.

While the ball dropped, everyone was so ecstatic it was a New Year. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The both of them yelled, laughing and smiling big.

***NEXT WEDNESDAY DYNAMITE***

"Well, today is the day for a new me." Thinks Adam, adjusting his bandana around his neck. Feeling confident in himself, Marko approached right behind him - "How was your New Years Eve?" He asks, "It was better than last year, I could say." Adam had said; Remembering the time when he lost his horse; It was a trademark of him of course, doing cowboy shit was his job. "You're going to be the best wrestler out there of 2021!" Marko attempted to cheer him up; "Besides, there is no one like you, in which it's a good thing." Rambling on, Jungleboy and Luchasaurus appeared into the mix. "Marko, what exactly are you doing?" Questions Jungleboy, asking why he wasn't with his best friends. "I felt like Adam needed some cheering up; Because he had lost his horse last year, that's why!"

"Well, Hangman. This is the new year, new you." As Luchasaurus patted him on the back, Adam smiled smugly. "Yep, it sure is." He replied, "I have some stuff to take care of. Bye guys, I'll see you later." Fist bumping Jurassic Express, he went on to get ready for his match against Cody Rhodes. ***INTRO*** "Adrenaline, in my soul! Something something Cody Rhodes!" The Dark Order yelled by ringside, singing Cody's theme incorrectly while he was entering the ring. Cody just chuckled, and shook it off. Y/N shook her head, slapping Silver upside the head. "Hey!" John groaned, rubbing his head.

"Have respect, will ya?" She jokingly said, Silver although didn't get the sarcastic tone in her voice. He didn't find it funny. While Y/N watched from ringside, her boyfriend Adam was battling his greatest friend, Cody. "Adam! Adam! Adam!" The crowd had chanted, the other half was: "Cody! Cody! Cody!" Chanting and cheering both wrestlers on, Adam Page had done a sneak attack on Cody while the referee wasn't paying any close attention. Hangman scooped Cody up and body slammed him. In for the cover: "1! 2! 3!" Y/N had yelled so loud, The Dark Order wasn't amused, basically yelling in their ear. Reynolds and Silver had yelled back, "JOHNNY HUNGIEE!" He annoyingly screamed. "Okay, that's enough you three." Vickie stepped into the conversation, oh no. Is it not Vickie; "Shut up." Y/N muttered under her breath.

"Y/N, you all good?" Adam had stepped out of the ring, exclaiming from the other side. "Yeah! It's all good!" Seemingly annoyed, she exited from ring side and went up to Adam. "Hey, I love you dork." She confessed, kissing her boyfriend. He kisses her back with an "I love you too".

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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A Crush's Body

Loki Odinson x reader

Summary: You have to dress up in burlesque attire for a mission, and it has Loki angered and worried.

Word Count: 3352

"This is outrageous." Loki said as he shook his head and paced back and forth. "Who was the person to come up with such a stupidity of a plan?"

"Mm, Tony I think."

Loki quietly scoffed. "Of course."

You got up from the couch to stop Loki's pacing. "Really Loki, it's not that big a deal."

"Not that big a deal? Of course it is! They can't be treating you like some object! Have they no respect for you?!"

Loki learned a lot about respecting you over time. You met when Thor brought Loki back to the prison cell in the Avengers compound. You heard about Loki through Thor, and chose not to listen to any other bad renditions of him unless it was only from Thor. You could sympathize with Loki"s issues, and chose to befriend him.

"What are you doing?" He asked when you sat down next to the glass for the first time.

"I want to talk to you. Is there something wrong with that?" You smiled.

"Really? You want to talk to the big scary monster?" He mocked. "Why?"

"Because maybe you're not as evil as some people, including you, think. I think we have some things in common actually." He tsked at you and turned away, causing you to giggle in response. "If you don't want to talk, then that's okay. Just want you to know that I'm gonna come by a lot and it'd be a lot less boring if we did talk."

You then sat there for about an hour in silence. The next day you came back and did the same thing: sitting down with a smile in silence for a while before you'd leave again. You did it almost every day for three weeks before he finally did talk. "Why in Valhalla are you here again? What do you want from me?!"

"Not much. Just a conversation. Someone to talk to." You ignored his demanding tone and gently smiled.

"Why? People don't just want to have a conversation with me, so what do you really desire?!" He stomped over to the glass and glared at you.

"I don't like it when people feel lonely. I know what that's like, and I'm guessing it's something you had to deal with for a long time too. I don't see what's so bad about just talking."

He looked you up and down, both skeptical and curious. "What do you mean by you being lonely?"

You then talked to him almost every day. You told him about how your parents were ashamed of you for being born with your powers, and how you were always in the shadows of your siblings because they were normal. You both told each other a lot of stuff, and seeing you soon became the best part of his day.

One day Thor went to check up on his brother to see how mad he still was. This is when he saw you two. You were talking very animatedly, telling a story of some kind, and Loki was standing with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. Thor then heard something he hadn't in a long time. He heard Loki burst into laughter.

"Am I interrupting something?" Thor asked as he came out of his corner.

You stopped what you were doing and looked at Thor. "Oh, no not at all. We were just talking. You two could talk now, I should actually have started on my paperwork sooner. I'll see you tomorrow Loki. Bye Thor."

Loki gave you a tight smile and a wave as you left. A frown replaced it once you were out of sight. "What is it now Thor?"

"I didn't know you were so well acquainted with Lady y/n." Thor smiled wide.

"Must you know everything about my life?" He bit back, though deep down he was happy that you didn't go blabbing your friendship with him to everyone. It made him feal like your friendship with him was real and not made by SHIELD to lower his guard.

"You seem smitten brother. She's a fair lady, with a good heart and a strong spirit."

"You don't need to be telling me things I already know brother!" He snapped, instantly regretting how that came out.

Thor paused, but his smile remained the same. "Maybe it's about time you left this cell. With supervision, of course. It is possible to pull some strings and have y/n be the one to supervise you." Of course Thor rooted for his brother, not that you knew.

By next week, you were in front of a crowd to watch Loki be release. Once he stepped out, he looked at you nervously, wondering if you'd be afraid of him now that nothing physically separated you two.

You smiled brightly and ran up to him instead, giving him a warm hug. You didn't care who or how many were watching. After a moment of hesitation, he reciprocated.

Pretty soon he didn't have to be supervised by you, and became an Avenger. Mainly for you. He had what midgaurdians would call a crush on you, as did you, but neither of you fessed up. This brings you to today, where you have to dress as a burlesque dancer and perform for a mission, which Loki hated.

"Loki, please. It's for the mission." His anger was starting to get you upset. "You know I have to do this. This is how I can help. Besides, I can really only be a either a freak or eye candy. There's no in between for me."

You averted his gaze, and he held up your chin to look you in the eye. "I only see you as a hero."

You put your hands on his shoulders and gently smiled. "You always know what to say to me." He returned the smile. "But I'm still doing it."

"You don't even want to actually do it!"

"Sometimes a hero needs to do something they don't like, for the greater good. Now I'm doing it no matter what and it'd mean a lot if I had some support from you."

He huffed. "Very well then. I just don't want someone to try and take advantage of you."

"You know I can handle myself. Me and Wanda have similar powers." He sighed and pulled you in for a hug, before letting you go and walking you outside to where the cars were waiting for you.

"I'm coming as well." Loki stated as he went into the car with you and Tony.

"And why is that?" Tony asked.

"Because you mortals don't know how to defend yourselves properly."

Tony huffed. "Just use your magic and don't be yourself."

As the three cars pulled up to the burlesque lounge around the back, you got out to hug the owner. "Hey Tess. Thanks again for letting me do this."

"Of course sweetheart. Anything for the neighbor who let me borrow some rent money. C'mon, let's get you dressed and ready."

Loki used magic to make himself unrecognizable, and sat at the same table as Tony, who was playing off as old him who just wanted to get drunk and pick up women. Wanda and Natasha were both waitresses, while everyone else hid and waited for their cue.

(This is what I picture as the outfit:)

After Tess did your makeup and had you in a costume, you waited to get on stage. In truth, you were nervous. Not because a rich man selling alien tech was about to watch you, and probably call you over. Not because you had to lead that dangerous man on in order to imprison him under wraps. You were nervous for Loki to see you like this.

It was time, and two other girls ushered you on stage with them. You went over this multiple times with them, and had the song and dance memorized by heart. The curtains rose and your performance began. You had no time to be nervous, because right now you had to become a performer.

Loki and Tony waited for you to come out on stage, having eyes on the man. "You excited to see your girlfriend come out on stage?"

"Tony." Steve said over the earpiece.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Loki scowled.

"Well, y'know, how you hover over her whenever she's doing something by herself and all. You'd figure that the two of you would be more than just friends."

"Tony leave it alone." Steve warned.

Loki glared away from him. "I came here because I was worried she was in incapable hands. You were the one who forced this idea upon her, were you not?"

"Look pal, at the end of the day, it was her choice. Nobody was going to force her to do anything. You just want an excuse to be around her; you want to swoop in and save the day. She lets you stick to her because kindness is her weakness, and you know it."

He snapped his head towards Tony. "Has it ever occurred to you that I'm around her because she makes me want to show kindness? Is it really wrong that I want to protect one of the very few people to actually care for me in my life?"

Wanda passed by the table to give them new drinks. "Really Tony, maybe it's not a bad thing that they're so close. Let them be friends."

Tony didn't have time to respond before the curtains went up and your show was starting. And what a show it was. None of them have seen you showing that much skin, and you were known for getting into your undercover character, so you were just really giving it your all.

Loki was astonished. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were so beautiful. You had shared your insecurities with him about your body and yourself, but all he saw was perfection. You were perfection.

Soon your performance was over and you went to the bar to sit down. That was when he got up and sat down right next to you. They told you that the man had a type for girls who looked like you, and ones with innocent personalities.

Loki saw that you gave him a cute smile and giggled when he said something. All too soon you began to follow him up to the VIP lounge. He watched you happily walk up the stairs in front of him where he checked out your ass, and into a room where the doors closed. A few minutes later, everybody was signaled.

"Alright sweetheart, sit down on a couch." When you entered, the big room was aligned with body guards, guns in hand.

"Mkay." You gave him another smile. "What are we gonna do?"

He chuckled. "What do you want to do?"

"Mm, I don't know, but can you have your men lower their guns please? It's making me a little nervous."

One of his men whispered something to him, causing him to nod and face you. "How are you not getting scared mindless from all these men with guns sweetheart? That's awfully suspicious."

"I've seen my fair share violence. I might be a little used to it but that doesn't mean I like it." You gave him a pout. "Please put the guns away."

"Sweetheart, I like you, I really do, but no. My men don't back down for anyone. Now I'm not saying their suspicious of you, it's just in case for anyone else."

You heard from your earpiece that they took down everybody in the back. You sighed and got up. "Well that's a shame. I really thought I was getting into character."

You put up all their guns in the air, and flung it to the back wall. "You bitch! What the hell are you?"

"Do you have a problem with people that have powers? Is it because you feel powerless around them? Do you feel smaller than me right now?" You grinned.

"Shut up!"

"It's okay. As someone you have to look up to, it's only fair if I give you advice to cope with the fact that you're not special at all." He lunged at you, and you used your powers to slam him to the ceiling and drop him back to the floor, causing him to knock out. Everybody stared at you in shocked silence. "What? You can't tell me he wasn't being a creeper."

Everybody else then busted the door open to fight with all the men lined up. Loki appeared next to and gave you a warm smile, handing you his two blades. "Care to show me if you were actually listening to my teachings?"

You nodded and fought the guy charging at you. In a few moments you were standing over his unconscious body, and turned to Loki. "Did I do it right?"

"You excelled little one." His smile became a little wider.

"C'mon Loki I'm not even that short!" He laughed and put your cap over your eyes. You fixed it and gave him a pout. "You owe me Taco Bell now. I hope you're happy."

As the two of you walked to Taco Bell later on in the night, Loki conjured his fur cape and put it over your shoulders to keep you warm. "Why didn't you just get me a jacket?" You chuckled.

"Because... This will keep you warmer than some cheap jacket you own." He regretted saying it as soon as it came out. He hoped you didn't notice how heated his face felt.

You only laughed and shook your head. "Ouch!" You playfully pushed his shoulder gently. "We need to work on our wording."

"What I meant was that I want you to stay as warm as possible. I'm a naturally cold person so I don't know how to make you feel better." Loki blurted out. You smiled as he held open the door for you. Luckily there was nobody else inside since it was the middle of the night, and he wouldn't have to endure stares.

"Thank you Loki. Always considerate." You got to the cashier. "Hi! Can I have a number 10 with iced tea please?" He smiled at you and nodded, inputting your order. "What are you gonna get Trickster?"

"Just 2 hard shelled tacos please." He caught you snickering. "Why do you always laugh when I say that word?"

"What? You have a British accent, how can I not laugh when you say tacos? It's just so funny." You giggled as he huffed.

Just then three girls came inside, and laid their eyes on Loki. One of the girls whispered something before making her way to him as the other two watched and chuckled. "Hey! You're Loki right? Thor's brother?"

You and him glanced at each other. He hated it when people addressed him just as Thor's brother. He's his own person. "That is correct, yes. Is there a problem?"

"Of course not! Y'know I was so happy when it came out that you weren't evil. You were just being controlled, which I could tell deep in my heart. With a face like yours, I knew you weren't bad!"

She wrapped her arms around him, clearly invading more than one boundaries. Loki tried to gently push her off. "It would be of great service if you would please back up a bit."

She gave him a pout, "Why? Don't you wanna talk some more?"

"I'd rather not." He pushed her gently, and she stumbled a bit on her foot before putting her hands on Loki's shoulders.

"Y'know, I'll just be straight forward. It's on my bucket list to hook up with an Avenger, and right now I feel like the both of us can have a fun night."

"In Odin's name, no! I don't indulge myself with pure and utter harlotry. And besides, I'm with a friend right now."

She then looked at you, scowling. "Her? Really? Some girl having you buy fast food in the middle of the night for her? It's not like she needs any more food."

She looked you up and down. You frowned, wrapping your arms around your stomach. The cashier was ticked off from watching this. "Then what are you doing here?" He mumbled.

Loki pushed her arms away from him forcefully. "Don't talk about her like that! Leave, now." There was so much command in his voice, and it scared all three girls out of the Taco Bell.

The cashier looked at you hugging yourself. "Don't worry about people like her." He told you. I've seen thirsty people like that a lot more in this Taco Bell than you might think actually." He offered you a smile, and you gave him a half-hearted laugh.

"Thanks. It was nice meeting you." You said quietly, weakly smiling as you and Loki left.

You both walked in silence on the way to your apartment. Soon you took off the cape and handed it to Loki. "Y/n, are you–"

"I'm not cold." You said blankly. He didn't press, simply nodding as he made the cape disappear. You then made it to the steps of the apartment complex. "Good night."

You began to walk upstairs, but Loki grabbed your wrist. "What about your food?" He held up the bag.

You shrugged. "Not hungry anymore."

Loki stepped closer. "Let me in the apartment. We need to talk and I prefer we do it in private." You didn't want to get him upset so you weakly nodded, walking up the stairs together and into your small apartment. Loki shut the door. "Why are you upset?"

"I'm not–"

"You're not a liar, so don't become one. Now why are you upset?"

"Because what happens when you realize that girl's right? I mean, you saw my body today! I can't even try to hide it anymore since you've seen basically everything. I just feel like sooner or later you'll realize that I'm nothing special and eventually get bored or sick of me and–"

"Stop talking." He said as he grabbed your arms.

"Okay." You squeaked.

He then brought you in for a hug. "Love, how many times must I tell you to stop thinking so poorly of yourself? You know I don't see you that way, and never will. That woman was just... What the nice cashier man said... She was, um, thirsty."

You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. "Do you even know what that means?" You asked.

"A person who does bawdy actions to get someone to bed them?" He asked as he looked down curiously at you.

You smiled. "Yeah actually."

He drew his eyes to your lips, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. "I think you're the most gorgeous woman in all the nine realms. Everything about you draws me in. Not just your amazing looks, but your light aura, your laugh, your kindness and how genuine you are with me. How can anybody not love you?"

You looked up at him, shocked, and didn't say anything. You gently grabbed his wrist to move his hand away and stood on your toes to give him a short, soft kiss. You two looked at each other in silence before he grabbed your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your lips fit so well with his, so right. This felt right.

He titled his head to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip as a request. You opened your mouth a little wider to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He eventually left wet kisses on your jaw and trailed it down to your neck, nipping slightly. When you felt his hands feel under your shirt, you grabbed his arms to stop him. He pulled back immediately.

"Please forgive me! I don't know what came over me. I violated your trust and–"

"Loki, stop talking." You copied after him. You gave him a peck on the lips. "You're fine. I have really strong feelings for you, and you have no idea how happy I am right now. But I want to savour this. I want to take it slow."

"You do?" He looked at you sceptically. You excitedly nodded and grinned. He brought you in for a big hug. "I've never been wanted this way before. The feeling is intoxicating."

"That's just you feeling really happy. And you know you're always wanted with me." You gave him a bunch of pecks on the face, feeling the rumble of his chuckling. "C'mon, let's eat our food."

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Viktor POV

It’s winter. I can feel the cold air against my skin while little white flakes fall from the sky. All of it collecting and adding to the much larger blanket of white that covers the ground. Making it impossible to see the green grass beneath. The tree branches are covered in the white snow. Winter.

Winter and all it’s snow filled, cold air. Reminds me of Russia. Russia reminds me of my life, my memories. A past I would rather keep buried, never to be surfaced. No one needs to see, because it’s none of their business. What happened there stays between my grandfather, Yuri and I. I need to forget. We all need to forget.

“Viktor!” Yuri shouted. A snowflake hit my face as I turned to Yuri, startled by the sudden calling of my name. “Viktor, why the hell are you just standing there like an idiot, help us unload dammit,” Yuri demanded. “Huh? Oh sorry Yuri, I was lost in thought,” I apologized. “How are you lost in thought? We literally just got here Viktor. Besides we don’t have time for that right now. We need to finish unloading all of our things,” Yuri said. Looking puzzled, I questioned him, “Since when are you so eager to settle in Yuri?” Yuri looked offended, of course, I thought. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yuri asked. “Oh don’t play innocent Yuri. You know what that means. You have done nothing but complain, non-stop might I add, since we left Russia, which was nearly two weeks ago Yuri. Two Weeks! Going on all about how you didn’t want to leave the place you grew up in, or leave your friends if you can even call them that. I mean honestly they were all just assholes,” I stated. I could see Yuri tense up. His mouth tightened, he straightened his spine, trying to make himself seem as tall as possible, and his fists in balls at his sides. He looked like a kitten ready to pounce on whatever was brave enough to get between him and his delicious tuna.

Yuri has always been like this, I thought. More bark than bite, not that he didn’t have any bite to his bark. He is pretty tough actually, just not to me. He’s my younger cousin, Yuri that is. Though we were raised more like brothers, me being the elder of the two of us at seventeen years old. Our mothers were sisters. We don’t have the same last name though. My mother Veronika Plisetsky married and took my father Anton’s last name Nikiforov, while Yuri’s mother Vera had him out of wedlock and his dad Boris Sokolov was a deadbeat, so Yuri wound up with his mother’s last name, same as our grandfather. He basically raised us if I’m to be honest. No matter what Yuri does, he’ll always be my little brother, and I’ll always see him as a precious person I want to protect. Like a lioness protecting her little cubs. Yuri is more of a kitten, but oh well. I already kind of failed at protecting him it would seem. I’ll have to do better this time.

My thought’s were interrupted, again might I add, when Yuri spat at me with, “Oh silly me, why would I be angry, no furious about saying goodbye to my friends, huh? Why would I be upset about leaving Russia, leaving Moscow? Leaving our home Viktor! Leaving everything familiar for something new. A place we know nothing about!” Normally I would keep my calm and respond playfully to Yuri since angered outbursts are a common thing from him. Not this time though, I can’t stand how much stress his complaining is putting on our grandfather, I'v had it with that. He needs to just accept it and forget our life before America, before we arrived in Oakland Cove, Colorado. Even though it’s a strange place, with unrecognizable faces, we just need to forget. Why can’t he understand that I need to forget? I can’t do that if he keeps reminding me. Maybe it’s selfish, but I don’t care. I don’t even understand why he would even want to remember that life. I shudder at just the thought of it. My own anger rising, I stalk over to Yuri and grab his face. With a hint of poison laced through my words I manage to say, “It’s not just about you Yuri! It’s about all three of us. It’s about a fresh start. It’s change Yuri! It’s what we need. It’s what we desperately need. Why do-”. Before I could finish our grandfather cut in. “What the hell is going on here?! Huh? Yuri? Viktor? Anyone want to fess up?” Grandpa demanded. The box he was carrying fell to the ground. Hopefully it wasn’t breakables. “Look you two, I know this is hard on both of you. For different reasons yes, but the point is you need to man up for fucks sake. Yuri you’ll be fifteen in March, you’re getting older boy, it’s time you learned how to let things go, without raising an argument. And Viktor you just turned seventeen, you practically are a man, you shouldn’t have instigated this yet you let your anger get the best of you,” Grandpa sighed. He took a deep breath before retiring to his box that was now lying on the ground. Yuri and I were too ashamed to say anything. We had acted like fools. Yuri went to pick up a box he had down by his feet. It had ‘Yuri’s animal print clothing’ on it so I can speculate it was one of the many boxes that held his animal clothes. He has a bit of an obsession. I was about to go grab a box myself. Both of us were interrupted however by grandfather who seemingly had more to say, but he was sadder somehow. Maybe the look in his eyes? “It’s been hard on me too, but do you know how I get through it? I picture the life I’ll be able to have with both of my grandsons, and how much they can grow here. You both have bright futures ahead of you. Personal reason held us back in Russia but here, now, it’s going to be different. Yes America will be new for us but they can’t reach you here. It’s a fresh start so don’t fuck it up with all your damn arguing, okay? We’re going to be a family. I love both of you boys and I know you can get through this, together we all can. So please boys, just please, stop fighting, for me? That’s all I want, for us to be a happy family. I’m getting older, my back has been hurting more and I just can’t take this much stress,” Grandfather pleaded. “Yes grandpa,” both Yuri and I whispered.

Grandpa grabbed our heads and ruffled our hair in a warm sort of awkward hug. As he walked away taking a box inside our new house rather quickly. He looked like he was going to cry, no doubt why he left in such a hurry. Now it was just Yuri and I once again. An uncomfortable silence settled in as we just looked at each other. Yuri broke the gaze, shoulders slumped, and his hands shaking slightly. I finally noticed that Yuri wasn’t angry or upset about moving after all. The boy of a mere fourteen was just scared. He’d never admit it but he was scared to death by all of this. Timid to believe this new opportunity for us was real. I understood as I too was afraid this wasn’t real; terrified I would wake up and realize I was dreaming. All of the hope I had left slipping away, outstretching my hand only to be just out of reach.

I realized I had been an ass and I should apologize to Yuri, but I don’t do apologies. It’s okay though, because Yuri knows I have my own way of apologizing. I’ll buy him an animal print sweater or something. Yuri started to walk away with the box in his arms, the one he was about to take inside before grandpa turned to say more. Before he was out of earshot I said, “Home is where the heart is. Your heart is with the people you love, the people you love are your family.” Yes family can mean blood relatives, friends, or your partner, but for this instance it meant blood relatives. Yuri looked to the side. “Dah, I know Viktor,” Yuri mumbled. Though it was barely above a whisper, I still heard. I turned to go grab a box while Yuri’s footsteps disappeared into the house. The wind began to blow a little harshly. My long hair blew into my face making me unable to see a thing. While I was attempting to get the hair out of my face I wound up forgetting about the box in front of me, and my leg caught the box propelling me forward into the cold snow. I got up as fast as possible trying to wipe snow off my face and body. Figures this would happen right? “Ugh,” I sigh, “God I fucking hate winter.”

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