shimmer with miss honey 🐝

46. shimmer + honey hudson.

setting: honey/xyx centric. post-bp, currently living together, after a stroll through the farmer’s market 👩🏼‍🌾

“It’s just sunscreen, doll.”

“But we put it on in the morninggg.”

“Anddd now it’s time to reapply!”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yes, well, we don’t want you looking like a tortilla in ten years, now, do we?”

Honey shot Xyx a wounded look as his thumb wiped the last of the sunscreen from under her eye. She bunched her lips to the side, squinting up at him through the bright summer sunlight.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he said with a teasing grin. “It’s the farmer’s market. Not much room for shade, yeah?”

When she had glared long enough to make her point—the point being she very little cared for her skin’s health, much to Xyx’s complete devastation—she plopped her bag down on the nearby picnic table with a punctuating thunk! and set to work removing her pickings for the day.

Xyx saddled up next to her, yanking a blue gingham table cloth out from her tote to drape it across the table. Honey moved her things to accommodate and Xyx watched her gingerly set them down again. He took stock: two jars of honey (typical), a basket of strawberries (also typical), a baguette coupled with a container of brie, a bottle of rosé lemonade, and, of course, a bouquet of wildflowers.

There was more still inside her tote, such as all the cutlery they’d brought or the most recent purchase of an orangey sun catcher, but Honey was already busying herself twisting the stem off a large strawberry. Xyx did the job for her, setting down the cutting board and knives and two plastic wine glasses which he deeply, deeply despised.

As she meticulously placed each strawberry down on the cutting board, Honey sang to herself absently—something about blood and cherries and wine. Once, Xyx found the habit to be a curveball in their otherwise clearly flawless relationship—be it through song or hum, Honey was always buzzing like a bee—but he got used to the lack of quiet. It became a reminder: he’s not alone.

A few slices of bread soon joined the strawberries, then the brie, then an open jar of honey. Xyx plopped down on the table bench with a satisfied sigh, waiting for Honey to follow suit. But she still stood, holding a strawberry. Sunlight glinted off the golden bee pendant at her neck as she fiddled with it.

“Doll?”

Honey’s lips formed a soft smile. She held up the strawberry. “It’s a heart.”

Xyx nodded exaggeratedly as if following her train of thought. “Fascinating.”

Honey twisted the stem off and handed it to him without a word. Xyx held it in his palm, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Honey did not notice his confusion, resting her head on clasped hands to admire the table’s setup.

Xyx rolled the strawberry between his fingers. Was there something to it? It was just a strawberry; it was red, it had seeds… and it was shaped like a heart. Honey had liked that fact. It made her happy, so she gave it to him.

Happy.

Xyx always thought happiness was something to chase. It was a rush. To find it you took a risk, rolled a die—be that leaping off a cliff or racing down the highway. Adrenaline wasn’t a foolproof definition but it did the job.

He glanced at Honey—the sheen of her sun-kissed cheeks and the shimmer of her watermelon chapstick—and bit into the strawberry. It was sweet, refreshing, and bits of skin stuck to his teeth. Realizing this, he scowled mid-chew. He grabbed a napkin and struggled to pick them out. Honey giggled at him. He giggled back.

Happy. Funny.

heyy u take reqs for mha, right? if so, can i request for a monoma x gen neutral reader? reader's in class 1A and is close with all their classmates, but is secretly dating monoma. it's basically the trope 'enemies in public, but lovers in private' but class 1A and class 1B end up finding out about their relationship and lose their minds LMAO

gn! reader

💬: tysm for requesting!! this was so fun to write HSSIDI hope you enjoy !! <33

📒: crack fic kind of??, swearing, written in 2nd pov, monoma is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse, headcanons + a oneshot under the cut :>

being neito monoma's secret lover hcs

during the school festival, neito literally suggested for his class to do a plot where two people would play as secret lovers from different kingdoms that hated each other (he was projecting TEWW MUCH)

one time class 1B was playing truth or dare and he got asked if he was single or not, and this mf said: "my partner goes to a different school! 🙄🙄🙄" bc he couldn't think of any other lie

obviously, everyone poked fun at him

"monoma, y'know being single isn't embarrassing, right..?"

"you can tell us the truth, y'know.."

i feel like kendo probably suspected it at one point

since she saw the way monoma kept investigating your classmates about the villain attacks (as a way of finding out if you're okay or not)

and because his insults towards you was like..so much more detailed compared to your other classmates?? like bro knew EVERY little detail about you, even the details that no one in class 1A knew

she brushed it off though, cause you and neito always argued — there was no way, right? (yes, there was a way)

he claims that class 1A "shines" too much because of you (as a way of hiding the fact that you're the one who he actually pays attention to)

when he approaches class 1A to make fun of them, he actually does it so he can see you (when he sees that you aren't with them, he just scoffs after insulting them, and walks away) (born from the sassy man apocalypse)

your classmates.. i think some of them def knew that you were dating someone, but NOBODY could predict the fact that you'd be dating neito, class 1A's biggest hater, some of your classmates were like "🤨 is this a betrayal or.." 😭😭 goes the same for class 1B, because as said earlier, his insults toward you were so much more..detailed, they thought he hated you more than the others ☠️☠️

they found out when they caught you both dancing together during a U.A high school party

"MY JAW.. WHERE'S MY JAW?" - denki when he found out (one second away from going into his "yay mode")

and u have mina in the corner saying that it's like one of those dramatic secret relationship fanfics (which in this case, it is)

for as long as neito monoma remembered, his heart was full of you. almost like the honey of a beehive, slowly overflowing and dropping to the floor. although, he swears that you're sweeter than honey itself. or, at least, that's how it felt. it started with small, short glances, secret hangouts at a small cafe, texting every day, training with each other, bittersweet confessions, and secret good-luck kisses.

but, for as long as class 1B and class 1A (excluding you) knew, neito and you were enemies, rivals, foes, maybe even nemeses. there was only so much your schoolmates could know, though. U.A's rigid course aided you and your boyfriend in keeping your relationship under warp, people failed to notice the longing stare the blond boy would hold whenever he saw you training with what he described to be "tetsutetsu's twin" from class 1A, the slight tone of pride whenever you'd counter an insult of his with your own words, acting like it wasn't your love language reserved for only each other; sneaking away from your respective dorms to meet each other in the ungodly hours of the night, exchanging sweetened words.

you waited on the bus with your classmates, the vehicle bustling with excited conversations; mina and the girls fangirling over each other's outfits, kaminari asking the "are we there yet?" question every five minutes, iida struggling to keep your classmates quiet, and so on. as you fixed your appearance slightly, you checked the time on your watch, reading that it was now 8:00 PM. however, a certain blond texted you, interrupting your moment of silence.

"darling, we have arrived at the venue. where are you?" monoma texts, with a stunning picture of the venue sent under his text. the dim fairy lights hung around the place, the food table with a chocolate fountain and appetizers, and the chandelier that would highlight the bodies of the people dancing.

just as you finished reading his message, you heard your homeroom teacher state that you guys had arrived. almost immediately, everyone cheered, giggling, and rushed out of the bus, exploring the venue after a few reminders from Mr. Aizawa to not get lost, and to behave. you dusted off your clothing, as you looked around for your boyfriend, neito, before you finally messaged him back.

"i'm at the entrance, neito," and not even five minutes later, you heard the only voice that could make your chest feel warm. neito's.

"hey, pretty," you greet, sending him an awkward wink.

he scoffs, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "hello yourself, sweetheart."

"shall we dance?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. you give him a nod, as well as a chuckle. he had the tendency to make things as "theatrical" as possible. you were reminded of the time when you guys reenacted an old classical dance on a random rooftop, with no one else around.

a few moments later, the U.A high school party was in full swing, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through the crowded gymnasium. amidst the sea of bodies, you and your blond boyfriend were drowning in the rhythm, dancing together in the dim atmosphere.

however, the dim atmosphere wasn't enough to hide you and your boyfriend, as well as your secret relationship.

kaminari spat out his drink from a few meters away. he, and mina were hanging out in the food table. "is that (name) and monoma?! the guy that hates us all?!" his jaw drops right after his statement, as he nudged the pink-haired girl beside him. the girl's eyes widen, before she squeals happily, "it's like a forbidden romance! eek!"

in the other side, there was tetsutetsu and kirishima. "yo, that's monoma/(name), your classmate!" they said to each other at the same time, and same speed.

you and neito exchanged a knowing glance, overhearing your classmates' reactions.

"monoma, did you force (name) to dance with you?!" kendo exclaimed, looking at her classmate with furrowed brows, and holding empathy for you. your laugh started off as small snickers, and then to a full-blown laugh, as you fell to your knees, giggling and holding your stomach. in the background was your boyfriend explaining, waving his hands as if to defend himself.

"you and monoma?" mina asks with a grin, behind her, were your classmates, who stopped to hear your answer. flies were about to fly into their mouths, at this rate.

"me and monoma," you replied, chuckling at the whole ordeal.

the situation made the night more entertaining than ever.

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

Cabaret (Might Guy x Reader, Chapter V)

Synopsis: You can't stand Might Guy. Honestly, how could anyone be so boisterously unaware and sickeningly positive? Your heart sinks as the both of you are teamed up to infiltrate and collect information from the Hidden Sound's gritty nightlife. Maybe losing yourselves in the dark of the underground will help you both come to an understanding.

Word count: 2,659 

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIIIChapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI 

Warnings: Drinking, minor sexual harassment (a guy puts a hand on your leg)

Sundown approached quickly, but you made it to your destination before it became dark. Your heels once again sunk into the fabric of the velvet carpet of “HEAVEN”. Mama-san did not stand at the front podium today. Instead, in front of it sat the blonde bartender from the previous day. When she saw you, her visible excitement showed immediately as she bounded towards you.

“You must be Takeuchi-san!” she cried, her high pigtails bouncing behind her. “It is so nice to meet you! You are so pretty!” She grabbed your gloved hands. You could practically see sparkles in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Your eyebrows knit together as you crouched sheepishly, “And you are?” The blonde stumbled back with a gasp that made you jump. You looked about wildly as to find the source of such an extreme reaction, only finding yourself.

“I didn’t introduce myself!” She slapped herself across the cheek. Your eyes widened as wide as your jaw dropped. You probably could have heard the smack from across the room. How do you respond to that? She shook herself out of it before you could figure it out. She bowed deeply, “I am Chiasa Fuse! It is very nice to meet you!”

“Um… hello, Fus-”

“Please call me Chi-chan! Oh, I should have just told you that from the beginning… That’s what everyone else calls me!” She looked down, playing with the hem of her white, floral gown. Tears appeared in her waterline. You took a breath, you could definitely not get touched by this one.

“So… I’m guessing Daisuke-san arranged for you to show me the ropes?” Chiasa snapped up, tears near gone at this point as she exclaimed,

“Yes! Of course!” She took your hands again, leading you off and you silently thanked Kami for your thick gloves.

Only staff populated the main lounge between custodial workers who disinfected tables to the hostesses who were waiting for opening. Daisuke sat at the bar where you found Guy. Guy’s appearance did not differ much from the previous night. The black button up had been traded in for a white one and a bowtie sat between his collarbones. You pursed your lips. Your eyes meeting Guy’s, you gave him a playful look of approval. He winked in subtle response.

“Ah! Takeuchi-san!” Daisuke roared. He held up his drink. “This man makes the best daiquiri I’ve ever tasted! Why didn’t you tell me that I’d be in for the experience of a lifetime?!” He cackled, turning back to Guy who gave a humble chuckle. You returned the expression.

“Unfortunately, I did not know Aoki-san before coming here.” You told him politely. “Believe me, if I knew I would have told you!”

“Oooh, yes I heard you journeyed from the Leaf! I hear that place is full of savage ninja.” Chiasa gossiped.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you in action next, my dear,” Daisuke told you. He hesitated. “You do know we have a room for the girls to prepare in, correct? You don’t have to make the trip here all dolled up.” Chiasa yelped again.

“I was just taking her there, Daisuke-san!”

“Wonderful, you are in exceptional hands then!” Chiasa tugged you towards the same entrance to the right of the bar.

“Always a pleasure, Daisuke-san.” You made one last smile at the two men before you were tugged down the hall.

Chiasa opened the first door. You glanced to your left at Daisuke’s office door at the end of the hall before you were pulled into the room. The walls were lined with vanities and they sat back to back in a row down the middle. There were only about 6 girls in the otherwise empty room.

“Hey ladies! We got someone new working with us!” Chiasa announced to the room. “This is Takeuchi Yume!” You couldn’t get a word in as Chiasa then dragged you over to a stool in front of a vanity against the right hand wall. The other girls hardly batted an eye. She sat down at the one next to it, looking at you expectantly with her hands under her chin. You slowly lowered yourself onto to sit.

“This is mine?” You asked.

“Yep! And it’s right next to mine!” Joy. You took in your new space. The table held three drawers: one on the top left, a long one in the middle, and one on the top right. A tri fold mirror sat in front of you, a ring light clipped onto the top and hanging down. The top had been cleaned off, but dust remained in the crevices where the mirror met the table. “You can store all your cosmetics here and I cleared you a space in the closet.” Chiasa motioned to the back of the room. “We share dresses here a lot, but if you don’t want anyone to touch something of yours, you can just put your name on it. You should bring your things in tomorrow!”

“Thank you, Chi-chan, I really appreciate it.” She reached out to give your hair a puff.

“It looks like you don’t need any of my help when it comes to the aesthetics! I can tell you’re that classy type… though I’ll tell you, you shouldn’t be afraid of going overboard a little, especially if you want to get into the back lounge.”

“Ugh, you gotta be lucky and damn popular to get into there. Don’t even try.” An exasperated sigh came from your right. You turned, watching the hostess wrestle with a large hairpiece. The brunette piece sat in a beehive on her head. Her hands tussled with the clips.

“What’s in the back lounge?” You wondered. The new hostess smoothed out her hair in the mirror before turning to you.

“It’s where the men talk their business of course.” The woman told you. She extended a hand, “Yuzuki, the girls call me Yu-Yu.” You took her hand graciously.

“They always order a lot of drinks. It’s one of the big reasons everyone wants back there. The commission is huge!” Chiasa explained, her lips scrunched. “There’s always so many of them!”

“And who doesn’t like a bit of gossip?” Yuzuki’s voice rang silkily in your ears. “Of course, you have to be invited and pray you won’t end up at the bottom of Lightning Bay.” You eyed her curiously.

“Why’s that?” You questioned. Yuzuki blinked at you, eyes widened in surprise. She gave out a small laugh. Reaching into one of her drawers, she took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Plucking one out, she lit it, taking a drag.

“Honey,” Amusement carried in her voice. She locked eyes with you. “This is the Hidden Sound. If Orochimaru’s boys want you, they’re going to take you and sure as hell won’t hesitate to kill you either, dear.”

“But you won’t have to deal with them, Takeuchi-san!” Chiasa reminded you quickly, leaning forward to hiss at Yuzuki. “You’re scaring her!”

“No,” You denied, turning back to Yuzuki, “I want to hear more about the back lounge.” Yuzuki took another long drag of her cigarette, blowing it out the side of her mouth. The door to the dressing room swung open.

“It’s almost time!” Another hostess announced into the room. “Thirty more minutes to opening!” She shut the door.

“Another time,” She sighed. Yuzuki hiked up her gown, maneuvering around her stool. “My regulars are an unsavory group of men, but they pay my rent. I want to get in a few drinks to prepare.”

“You drink on the job?” She huffed, taking one last puff.

“We’re drinking all night, dear. That’s what brings in the cash. I swear, it’s the only way to do this job.” Yuzuki put out her snout out in the ashtray on her vanity and quickly disappeared through the door.

“Oh, Takeuchi-san!” You turned towards Chiasa, who once again, gripped your hands tightly.

“Please, you can call me Yume, Chi-chan.” Chiasa’s eyes sparkled.

“Yume-san-”

“No need to be so formal, really, Chi-chan.” She took a trembling breath.

“Yume, I’m so happy to work with you! You’ll be rotating tables with me tonight.” Chiasa looked down at your gloves. “You’re going to take these off, right?” You hesitated.

“Yes, of course.” You slowly slipped them off your hands, placing them on the vanity. Chiasa stood abruptly.

“Alright! Let’s go!” She showed you out the door. “So you’re new here, so pretty much the goal for tonight is to get you out there! We get bonuses for bringing in regulars, so we’ll be rotating tables. A lot of groups get pretty rowdy so you’ll always have a few of us gals by your side! Now, the customers aren’t supposed to get too handsy… ” Chiasa’s voice faded in your ears as you caught sight of the bar. “Think of it all like a game! That’s how I think of it, like pretend!...”

The entire cast of hostesses must have been gathered around the bar and Guy was the center of their attention. A single cup sat on the counter as Guy juggled four liquor bottles. The containers bounced off his wrists and elbows. One landed on his forehead, two balanced on his left bicep, and the last he caught in a reverse grip, pouring the last of the drink. The women clapped as he pushed the drink to the woman at the center.

“Wow,” Chiasa exhaled. You realized that you stopped to watch and somewhere along the way, Chiasa had ceased talking. “Genki-san is amazing.”

“Okay, girls. You can all ogle at closing.” Mama-san walked briskly into the lounge, waving her arms. Her sleeves waved like butterfly wings as she motioned.

“Mama-san!” Guy greeted jovially. “Might I interest you in a drink?” The older woman adjusted herself.

“No thank you, Genki. While the offer is much appreciated, you are distracting my girls.” She told him sternly.

“Apologies ma’am, I’ll try not to let it happen again.” That answer seemed to satisfy Mama-san. She strutted down the hall to Daisuke’s office.

Not too long after opening, you had your first table. You and Chiasa sat down at a booth of Sound Ninja. You looked at the table, noticing a large laminated sheet. On it showed the faces of the groups of hostesses working with small descriptions by their faces. Just as demeaning as you imagined…

“Hiya boys!” Chiasa winked. “What are we drinking tonight?” She leaned seductively over the table and the ninja gave a rowdy cheer. She made it look effortless, wrapping each one around her finger one by one. Chiasa turned to you, pulling you close to her. “Yume-chan, let’s get a round of champagne for these gentlemen!” She went around, plopping herself in the middle of two.

You sighed in relief as you went off to grab the champagne. Something about locking eyes with Guy at the bar sent a wave of relief through your system. As the only familiar person in a hundred foot radius, it shouldn’t have surprised you. You relayed the order and in no time he had a tray prepared. Guy’s eyes met yours. With a small smile, he gave a slight nod of his head in encouragement. It settled your nerves, but not by much as you walked back to the booth. Setting the tray on the table, you plucked up one flute.

Following Chiasa’s lead, you sat between the two other men. She had the group laughing as the compliments kept rolling from her tongue.

“Evening… gentlemen.” You greeted stiffly. Chiasa remained in your peripheral and you attempted your best mimicry. “I’d imagine two… strapping young ninja such as yourselves would… um… want to be doing something much more dangerous…” You cringed inwardly. The ninja on your left chuckled.

“We’re here to blow off steam, sweetheart, not talk about work.” A hand made its way to your thigh, resting on the fabric of your dress. You looked down, the hand and your drink in your focus. You gulped and unlike last night, angry heat did not rise up your spine. Instead, inklings of fear spread throughout your system as you suddenly felt helplessness set in. You gripped your drink tightly, choosing to force a giggle as you quickly downed your beverage.

“Whoa there!” The ninja to your right exclaimed, an arm coming to sling over your shoulder. He flicked his sloppy black bangs to the side. “He said ‘blow off some steam’ not ‘black out’! You know you’re supposed to sip changaene, right?” Those words sounded familiar. You set the empty glass on the tray. You took in the man’s words and choppy black hair. You thought about Guy’s mini student. If he was older, he might end up looking like the ninja sitting next to you.

You were already feeling warmth from the burn on the back of your throat. Your lips puckered for a moment at the sourness. The heat gathered in your chest. You reached up, caressing his high cheekbones. You thought about Guy’s cheekbones, how easy talking to him was last night.

“Well, this is a party, isn’t it?” Your hand came to envelop the one on your thigh. With subtlety, you worked it down your leg. “What do we say? Are we ready for something stronger?” The table whooped in excitement and you made a swanky show of getting up to get the drinks.

You traveled to the bar once more, twice, three times. The more you drank, the looser you got. The more you drank, the more the ninja to your right looked like Might Guy. You sat happily between the two ninja, telling anecdotes. You weren’t sure if you were actually funny or if it was just the alcohol, but the anxiety slowly began to dissipate.

“You really pretended to be the daimyō’s daughter?” The ninja to the left of Chiasa questioned, nearly in tears.

“No one noticed for the whole day.” You held your hands up dramatically. The whole booth was in hysterics. You felt the rumble of the two men next to you. You looked up at the clock. Their time was up.

“Oh no!” Chiasa gasped. “It looks like we’ve run out of time!” She pouted. “Would you like a time extension?” The ninja began to shift in their seats and stood.

“No, thank you darling. We’ll be back soon to visit, don’t worry, beautiful.” One of the ninja slipped a few ryō into Chiasa’s dress. The whole lot of them paid the tab and left.

You and Chiasa cleared the table, taking to the trays to the small kitchen across from the dressing room and behind the bar. You got your second, third and fourth tables shortly after and the more tables, the drunker you became. The words slipped out of your mouth with ease: the flattery, the flirting.

You were at your fifth table when you saw it. In your peripheral came a small group of men walking into the door to the left of the bar. The back room, you assumed. A woman trailed behind them.  The woman sat at the bar and stayed there until closing.

You watched as one by one, they disappeared through the entrance. You found yourself staring and a mask staring back at you. Silver tuffs peaked out behind it. The masked figure slowly brought up an arm. The holes in his mask were black, neverending. You suddenly felt more sober. His fingers folded, he pointed directly at you. When you blinked, he was gone. You took a drink.

You rid your mind of the masked mystery man. When you left, you saw the woman waiting outside. She didn’t acknowledge you. The men in the back room remained after closing, but you were urged by Chiasa to leave. Guy stayed behind to serve drinks so you walked home alone.

You made it back to your lodgings with no issue, but out of the corner of your eye, you thought that you saw silver.

Title: Honey Trap Square: I2 : Character is a mutant @mcukinkbingo Teratober2020 Day 6 : Honey Pairing: Bucky x Tony Rating : Mature Tags: Bear Shifter Bucky, Human Tony, Lots of Licking Note:  This does include Tony getting turned on by Bucky-in-bear-form licking him, in case that's something that squicks you! Summary: Bucky in his bear form startles a human, who proceeds to stumble into a tree and splatter a beehive and honey all over themselves. Bucky may have been pushed out of society for being a shifter, but he wasn't such an abomination to leave the man to die by bee stings.

So Bucky helps, in more ways than one.

Word Count: 1.4K

Here on AO3 or below the cut

“Ty? Come on, this isn’t funny!”

Bucky sighed. He should’ve kept moving after he’d heard the group of humans hollering and trampling through his woods, but there was a bush full of ripened blackberries. He’d been too hungry to resist, but now the humans were getting too close.

He licked up a few more of the tart berries, letting the juice burst across his tongue before he swallowed it down. Just a few more -

“Shit.”

Bucky looked up, and the human was staring right at him. Shit, indeed. He froze in place.

The man was gorgeous, a short brunette with warm brown eyes and a meticulous beard. Definitely Bucky’s type, and if they were at a bar and he was having a good day, he would’ve tossed out a line. But they were in the woods, he was having a terrible month, and right now he didn’t look human.

He was in his bear form. He’d look like any other grizzly bear, which was alarming enough to explain the shock and fear on this man’s face, and as long as he kept his distance so that no one could see his eyes he’d be okay. Blue eyes were too unusual for a bear, and the right hunters knew what that might mean.

Shifter. Mutant. Abomination.

This man didn’t seem like a hunter with the lack of weapons or proper gear for a hike. No backpack, no water. Bucky could smell the sharp scent of new, polished leather from those boots and the shorts meant the man’s legs were scratched to hell already from bushes and branches. Nothing more than a rich guy on a jaunt who got separated from his rich friends.

All Bucky had to do was not let him go tell tales of a blue-eyed bear in the woods.

Heart beating loud in his chest, Bucky turned back to the berry bush and snagged a few more. He was just a bear, only a bear, and if he gave the man an opportunity to retreat -

Footsteps receded, and Bucky sighed in relief. A rustle of bushes as the man stumbled, and Bucky was glad his smirk couldn’t form on his face as a bear.

He shuffled forward to reach another cluster of berries.

A thunk, a hiss of pain, a crack.

Bucky whipped around to see the man clutching his shoulder, collapsed against a tree. The branch above him was weighed down with beehive full of honey - it had been Bucky’s next target - and was reaching toward the ground.  

With another loud crack, the branch splintered and crashed to the ground. The man dove to the side, but the wood crashed down on his hip and the hive splattered his legs with wax, honey, and bees.

“Oh, not good.” The man tried to scramble back.

Bucky heard the buzz of angry, swarming bees. So far from medical treatment, the man might die from too many stings.

He wasn’t enough of an abomination to leave the man to die.

Bucky sprinted for him, his bear form covering the distance in seconds. He batted the branch and hive one way, the human the other, trying to be careful with his claws.

The bees swarmed him, the moving threat, but his thick brown fur stopped most of their stings. He swung his head, trying to get the bees that were landing on his eyes and nose off.

The human was having the same trouble, waving and slapping away the bees that were landing on his legs, attracted to the smell of honey.

Bucky’s stomach rumbled with hunger.

It would help, he decided, and lumbered over to lick up the honey that had splashed onto the man’s legs. The human froze, which helped the bees go after Bucky instead.

Bucky lapped up the sugary sweetness, making sure to get every drop. He ran his tongue over the bee stings he could find too, knowing his saliva would help break down the venom faster. The man was still going to have an unpleasant few days, but he should survive.

And Bucky deserved to be fed for his effort. If the humans would let him keep a job that paid enough for rent and food, he wouldn’t be out here trying to scrounge up enough to eat to last the winter.

As he licked up the last few drops, going over the same skin just to be sure, the bees gave up their vengeance and flew away.

The man let out a long, low breath. “Holy fuck.”

Bucky growled a laugh as he licked his mouth, cleaning his teeth and snout of delicious honey.

“At least I know being eaten by a bear has it’s appeal.” The man thudded his head on the ground. “Who knew?”

Startled, Bucky realized the man’s shorts were tenting up.

“Don’t kink-shame me. I won’t be shamed by a bear. Or, you’re probably a shifter, yeah? I didn’t think bears had blue eyes as pretty as yours. Guess you can judge me all you like.”

Bucky hung his head. He was discovered then, and would have to move on.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” the man reassured. He reached out and pet Bucky, fingers combing through the fur. “I won’t say anything. I mean, I suppose you have no reason to trust me. Killing me would solve your problems, though I don’t like that solution. You must not either if you went to the trouble of saving me from that swarm of bees.”

It had been ages since someone had touched his fur. He nuzzled into the touch, not able to stop himself.

“I’m Tony. I can see if you don’t want to give me your name, with the whole ‘knowing what you look like as a human.’ Tough world out there for you, I know. No pressure. You can spell whatever you want me to call you in the dirt, if you want, or I don’t have to call you anything -”

Bucky sighed and shifted to his human form. He was known already, and this wouldn’t be his worst decision.

“Whoa.”

Tony’s hand was still on his now-human shoulder, and Bucky’s skin burned with the touch. He was crouched over Tony, naked, peering down into those warm brown eyes.

“So heroes really do come in tall, dark, and handsome.”

Bucky snorted, smiling despite himself. “Does that really apply to bears?”

“Doubly so I’d think,” Tony replied, grinning back. “Hi there.”

“Bucky.”

“Bucky,” Tony repeated, lips caressing the word. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome. Though it might be my fault for startling you.”

“I’m still alive so I’ll count that in my favor.”

Tony’s hand was still on his shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles into his skin. Bucky shivered and pressed closer.

“Yeah, come here,” Tony coaxed as he pulled Bucky on top of him. “You’ve done so much for me, let me give a little, yeah? That okay with you?”

Bucky swallowed a whine and let Tony take his weight, pressing them into the ground. It had been so long, and one of Tony’s hands ran up and down his back with a soothing touch and the other worked between them to take hold of him. He bucked into the touch, sparks igniting into a flame in his belly.

“That’s it.” Tony’s voice was deep and hypnotic, and Bucky kissed him, hoping for -

Tony kissed back, mouth opening under Bucky’s. He wrapped a leg around Bucky’s hips, then winced.

Bucky pulled back, Tony reaching for him. “No, wait, it’s fine, I promise -”

“You’re hurt.” Bucky frowned as he tugged Tony’s shirt up and shorts down to expose his hip.

“I mean there’s my shoulder too. Legs. I think a bee might’ve crawled all the way up my thigh, if you want to inspect.”

Bucky bit his lip as he evaluated Tony’s hip, already starting to bruise. His fingers skated around the area, his touch light. Tony certainly couldn’t walk for however long it took to find his group again and get out of the woods.

“I have a place. Not far.”

“Definitely not saying no.” Tony spread his legs further apart and waved in between them. “But this is my problem with walking right now.”

“I’m carrying you anyway. Can do it as a human or a bear, your choice.”

Tony’s face flushed a guilty red, and Bucky blinked in amazement.

“Really? You’re not afraid?”

“Well it’s still you, isn’t it?” Tony asked, confused. “Should I be afraid of you?”

Bucky’s heart squeezed and mouth watered. “Maybe,” he acknowledged.

Tony grinned sharply. “Always liked a little danger.”

His throat dry, Bucky had no words. He shifted into his bear form so he didn’t have to find any.

Tony let out a large breath. “Tall, dark, and handsome. Just how I like them. Especially with really long tongues.”

Bucky licked a stripe along Tony’s stomach to be a tease.

Adore you - Apollo!Jung Hoseok x Reader

You were chosen as the new priestess of Apollo. With your new duty comes the obligation of worshiping the god you are serving. But when Apollo finally comes to visit his new priestess, you are not the one worshipping anymore. 

Apollo Hoseok x human Reader

Tags: Fluff, Smut, very explicit smut, size difference, virginity kink if you squint. 

« Are you ready ? » You didn’t answer simply nodding your head not trusting your voice. The woman in front of you was looking at you closely, inspecting your clothes, even if you didn’t know why as the all purpose of this was to look as plain as possible. She brushed the thin white veil that was still in her hands, careful not to make it dirty. « Then we should be leaving, the priests are waiting. » You wish she could have let you a moment to say goodbye as you looked around to the other women. They had been what was closer to friends since you were forced to leave home a few weeks back. But it was too late as the woman was putting the white veil on your head, hiding your face to the world. You cried on your way to Delphi. Thankful for the veil to hide your sadness to the world. The cheers of the procession, and the music was so loud you couldn’t hear anything else. All you could see was the flaming sun through your veil. The temple of Apollo was gigantic as it disturbed the horizon line standing tall on top of the mount Parnassus. The sun was so hot today and you couldn’t help but think that it was on purpose. After all it was the 7th of Bysios, the anniversary of your God Apollo’s birth. It was such a special day, the day you will take the place of the previous Pythia in the great temple. The music had become louder and louder as you were coming closer to building as you started to distinguished the tall pole that erected from the ground. The music become more and more hasty as you felt the dancers and people in the procession getting louder. « Oh God of sun, Apollo, son of the great Leto and god of all Zeus, listen our calls. » You were shaking at this point. « To honor you, great Apollo, we are offering you a bride, young and beautiful, born in our great Delphi. » Suddenly it went quiet. The veil on your head was so heavy. « From your great beauty, and pureness, reveal yourself to your master, Pythia » You took of the veil, finally showing your bare face to the procession. But you weren’t paying any attention to them as you were blinded by the sun light. Everything hit you  at once, the bees buzzing, the smell of the laurel that was everywhere. The music started back as soon as your face was reveal. They started moving apart from you, leaving you in the center of the circle. The music changed and you were feeling weird already as you started moving. Soon you felt like you didn’t control your body, like someone had taken control as you were spinning and stretch your body toward the sky as if you were looking to reach something you couldn’t. You were dancing and dancing, not feeling the pain in your feet, the heat of the sun, the burn of your lungs asking for air. Suddenly the music stopped and all energy left you as you collapsed on the ground. Everything went black. You woke up feeling a bit sick. You head was spinning a bit so you took a little longer to stand up. It was dark outside as you presumed it was nighttime already. Nobody was there as you looked through the column. Big veils were floating around your room. It was truly beautiful. You felt small and lonely, walking around the room. You knew you were going to spend most of your time alone, priests of Apollo having the least contact with you as possible as they were not supposed to covet the bride of Apollo and you were supposed to concentrate on your god only. You wandered around for a bit, stepping out into the center part of the temple that was not covered. The grass was fresh under your naked feet, and it smelled good. You walked around a bit more and find multiple beehives around and you understood. It smelled like honey. You felt better, like your energy had been restored. You still felt anxious, but who would not be at the idea of living with a god. You came back under the covered area, passing through the veil. You find on your bed a big plate of fruits and a large amphora. You came closer and saw figs, grapes and pomegranate fruits. It looked delicious. You took a fig and bite into it. You moaned at the taste. It was so good. You looked around you, suspiciously. You had the impression that someone was watching you. But there was no one. Just the dark, and the moon light illuminating the entire garden. You ate a bit more, not getting enough of the fruit. This night you slept well, your dreams full of sunshine and music. But you were stressed when you woke up. Today was the first day you will spend in the cave. And maybe, if he wanted you, your god Apollo would contact you. Your rôle was important, kings, princes, heroes and demi god were going to come and seek your help. What if Apollo didn’t want to ? What if nothing was going to happen ? But you didn’t have time to think more, as you needed to get ready. You wore a simple blue dress, wrapped around your shoulders, as a deep red veil was adorning your hair. You were guided by two priests, who were waiting for you on the other side of the temple. They didn’t talk to you, or even looked at you for long. It was going to be a lonely life, but you were ready for it and even grateful. There wasn’t much hope for a girl like you outside the religious ways. The cave was bigger than you expected. It was wet inside and the walls  were covered in thine layer of water. It was cold. There was a stone, forming like a sort of throne, at the back of the cave. The priests stopped at the entrance not penetrating the sacred space. You, on the other hand, kept walking until you reached the stone. You climbed on it, the stone strangely hot and not slippery, finally sitting on it. You felt a strange sensation in your body, shivers running down your spine. You stayed here, not moving and weirdly enough, time didn’t seem long. You had no notion of time, but finally a man walked in. You had never seen him before, and he was not a priest. He was young, maybe a few years older than you. He seemed anxious and unsure of what to do. « Come closer » He did what you told him, bowing in front of you. « Pythia, I am Pyros, of Athens. -What do you want Pyros of Athens ? -I am at the beginning of a quest, an important quest. I can’t leave for the sea, without Apollo’s omen. » You felt a weird sensation on your neck, as if someone was holding it with their hand. Your veil fall on your eyes as you sink into the darkness. You opened your eyes again and you saw, not the cave you were in a second ago but the temple where you slept last night. A man was standing in the middle of the court, tall, so tall. Taller than any men you’ve ever seen. His hair were like made of light, pure blond, with gold strand shining. You walked toward him, unsure. It was true that Apollo was the most beautiful god. So beautiful you weren’t sure you were going to survive to this meeting. Where you even worthy of this ? His eyes were liquid gold, and it became more and more intense as you came closer. He smiled at you, his lips forming an adorable heart as he smiled. You took the hand he was landing you, yours so much smaller than his. « Nice to meet you priestess -Apollo », you whispered He bowed toward you, looking at your face closely. You blushed, but too fascinated to turn your gaze away. « Are you ready my dear ? -Ready ? » He smirked and pull you toward him. You felt his body against yours before not feeling anything anymore. You were back on your stone throne, but unable to move. You felt weird, as if your body was touched in all places. It was more contact than you’ve ever had. But you were too busy listening to the voice ringing in your ears to concentrate on that. It was his voice. And it was whispering you things. You didn’t know how many minutes you stayed that way but it seemed like an eternity to you. But when you opened your eyes again, Pyros was still here. He didn’t look like he had waited too long. Your vision was blurry, and you felt incredibly tired. « Pythia ? -Yes… -Have you seen something ? » You had not seen something… But you’ve heard a lot. And maybe Pyros should not leave for his quest just yet. You repeated your god words exactly like he had pronounced them. The young men seemed to trust you as his face fall in disappointment. But he nodded nonetheless. He bowed to you and told you he will sacrifice a sheep to Apollo in thanks. You nodded, hearing someone laugh in your head. You stayed until the sunset but no other heroes came to visit you. Coming back to the sanctuary, you stepped into the non-covered part. The hair was cold, and now that the sun was down there was nothing to make you warm. « Oh you are finally back ! » You turned around fast, so fast you almost tripped on your veil. « Oh ! Be careful priestess ! Let’s not get hurt ! » He came closer to you, grabbing your arm, helping you stand up. « God Apollo… What are you doing here ? -I wanted to see you of course ! After your first vision, some can be a bit confused » You weren’t confused. You actually felt fine. « I am just a bit tired. But I am fine. -The symbiosis was perfect, I have to say ! I rarely felt something, he passed his hand against your cheek making you shiver, so intense. Oh are you cold ? » You didn’t even have the time to answer as he is swinging a coat on your shoulders. It didn’t look like any animal skin you knew but it made you feel warm right away. « Thank you master -You’re welcome » he smiled again, his eyes disappearing in the process. « So, what do you think of the sanctuary ? -What I- I think ? -Yes. -It’s great… » He frowned, his lips forming an adorable pout. « Great ? -Yes ! I love it ! -That’s the most important then ! » He walked toward the inside, passing the white veils that were separating the court. You stepped inside finding him sitting on your bed. He was biting into a piece of meat, probably a part of the meal the servant of the temple had brought you. « Come sit with me » And you did. You waited beside him but he told you to eat. And like that you spent the night with Apollo. He devoured most of your food and complained about the lack of wine but soon remembered that we weren’t in a Dionysus temple. « You know, I personnaly know Dionysus, well he is an asshole » You laugh at that even if you knew you shouldn’t. r Apollo was kind and seemed to be way more approachable than you had thought. After this night where he had waited for you to fall dead asleep before leaving, he had sent the muses to keep you company. From time to time he would come visit you and play you the lyre for hours, both of you sitting on the grass, under the sun. But even when he wasn’t physically here, you could still feel him. After Pyrus, multiple men came to you sinking answers, and every time Apollo had greeted them with an answer. And every time you could hear him in your head. Feel him in your body. To be honest you didnt’ know how to feel about this. This is how you spent the last months. One day he found you chatting with the muses in the garden between laurel and roses. You looked breathtaking. Your time here had done wonders as you had taken weight now that you were eating enough. Your skin was glowing under the sun as your fingers were running on the lyre. You had nothing to envy to the muses around you. He could only see you. Your body stretched on the grass at the view of other gods. He looked toward the sky a scowl on his face. He could almost see his father drooling all the way up on his cloud. He was even imagining the reaction of other mortals. Disgusting. Weren’t you supposed to be his, his priestess, his bride. That was it, Apollo would not allow anyone he deemed unworthy to watch you, not even the other gods. You were his most precious treasure. You noticed Apollo standing a few meters away from you, and yous imply smiled at him. How could you not when the simple view of the god was making you full of happiness. You stopped smiling when you saw his expression. Him that was always so cheerful, was not smiling. He walked toward you and the muses, and with a motion of his hand dismissed them. You were now all alone on the grass. « Lord Apollo ? Is everything okay ? -No Y/n, I am quite displeased…. » You gulped. « Did I do something wrong my lord ? » Fuck why did you have to sound and look this obedient. You were always so good. What did surprise you and even him was how quickly he grabbed your arm and snatched you up. You simply gasped as he carried you away.

« What is happening ? I’m sorry if I did something wrong ! -You didn’t do anything, fuck- » You didn’t have the time to answer as he crushed his mouth against yours. It was so hard compared to your previous kiss. The same feeling that you felt during the possession during the first ritual. « Please, my Lord... -Anything you want my dear, I’ll do everything you want. » He was so tall, holding you like this, as he never been that closed to you before. « You are the one supposed to serve me, and look at this. I’ll provoked all the Olympians if you asked me to. » You moaned as his mouth attacked your neck, pleasure bubbling inside your body. It was all new to you, you didn’t know how to feel. This pressure started to build between your legs and every centimeter of your skin was feeling sensitive. « I should have claimed you a long time ago, as soon as I saw you dancing in front of my temple. I’ve never seen a most beautiful creature. Not even Aphrodite herself can compare to you. » You blushed hard at his word knowing that you were no comparison to the goddess of beauty herself. But his word sounded so real, you almost wanted to believe him. He kissed you again, as if he couldn’t have enough of your lips . Your breathing sped up slightly as his hands made their way down your collar to the neckline of your dress. You were basically wearing nothing, as he had made clear that he preferred simple dresses, white and fluid. You were okay with this, the weather always so warm that you didn’t need any clothes any way. You whimpered as he detached himself from you. « Open your eyes my love » You nearly shrunk back at the harsh gaze his golden eyes fixed you with. He looked frustrated... You whimpered again under his gaze, blushing. « Stop doing that love, you are going to kill me » You couldn’t help yourself but moan again. « Your power, love. You can get me on my knees just y a look, you know that. » He passed his hand in your hair. « So pure » « But don’t worry love. I am going to teach you all you need to know. Do you want this love ? You want to serve me completely ? » You were so mesmerized by his hypnotizing eyes that you didn’t answer. « Answer me. -I do, I want you to teach me. Please, my lord, teach me how to make you feel good, how to please you... » He groaned, the sound deep coming from the back of his throat. With all his might he detached himself from your body, taking a step back. « Take off my tunic » You watched him puzzled. « Come on love, take my clothes off » You came closer to him slowly, almost scared of touching him. Not that you haven’t seen him almost naked before. As much as your clothes, his did not a lot to hide his body. Why would you want to hide yourself when you are literally Apollo ? You were so small standing in front of him, and it was even more shocking when you touched his torso. His skin was glowing, as if he was cover in fine gold. You were realising slowly, what was happening. How you were so close from him, his utter perfection. One of his hand came and caress along your back. You shivered at the contact but you successfully took off the pin that was holding the thin material of his tunic. He was naked in front of you. You closed your eyes feeling so embarrassed suddenly. « Look at me, my love. » And you did, because how could you not. You watched his face, how his eyes seemed to sparkle with more gold than usual, how his blond hair were messy, falling on his forehead carelessly, how his normally cheerful smile was gone. His lips were slightly parted, glistening with saliva as he was licking them. Up until now, you had never noticed the fine golden line that adorn his skin like a tattoo. You started to trace it with your index finger not even noticing what you were doing, to mesmerized with his beauty. He looked at you with so much fondness. « Go on, touch me more » he encouraged. You had no idea what to do. Your education had been about poetry and theater and music. But now you wished the muses you stayed with had touch a word to you about this. You made your hand slither down his chest, feeling his hard abs against the tip of your finger. You racked your nails a bit against the skin of his thighs, hearing him moan int the process. Getting confident you wasted no time in touching his groin startling him a little. He made a strangled sound and bucked up into your hand. You gasped as he twitched in your hand. It was so big and large in your hand, you were asking yourself so many questions. How was it gonna fit ? « Don’t worry baby, you were made for me. » he chuckled, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. « I wasn’t hopping for you to be so daring, love. » He said « It’s the first time hm ? That you are with a man ? » You bit your lip and nodded. « Then I should guide you a little bit. » He took your hands and guide you to the couch, sitting on it as you stayed in front of him. « I want you to feel how much I want you. How much passion you fill me with » You bit your lower lip. You dropped on your knees between his thighs and you see him twitch again, a strange liquid coming out of the tip. « Seeing you on your knees like this. » He didn’t even finish his sentence. He let his hands caress your shoulders, the strap of your dress falling down your arms, exposing your breast to his view. « Have you ever seen something so beautiful » He brushed his nose against your neck, kissing your pulse point. One of his hands came to rest on the side of your head as it allowed him to blindly explore your neck. He drew you up for another kiss. He smiled against your mouth, rubbing his nose along yours in an affectionate gesture. « Come on, » he encouraged, « I'm aching beautiful » You slipped your hand back between his legs, squeezing his member. Fingers awkwardly traced his shaft a little before passing your finger on the slit. You swallowed heavily and ran the palm of your hand up and down the underside, feeling the weight of his girth in your palm. A thick drop of pre-cum leaked out of his slit and threatened to run down his head. The liquid that was escaping the tip was like tinted gold, and you felt like you wanted to taste it. You licked your lips. At this rate you were throbbing with want and need. Your already dripping wetness became slicker and uncomfortable, so much that you were sure you could felt it on your thighs. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little - lips half open as a moan fell from them. « Love » He growled, « Your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock! » « My lord, I don't think it’s going to fit, » you said moaning. « Eventually it will.” He moaned, grabbing your hand. « Let's take these off, hm, so I can finally see you. » He helped you get on your feet, you dress definitely fall to your feet. He drank in your figure, his eyes sliding along your curves. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin. His grip his hard on you as he made you come closer to him. He kisses your tummy, his mouth not leaving your skin. « I can’t believe I am finally seeing you. All those weeks of seeing you wandering the garden, the temple. Maybe spent a little more time watching you that I should have » His hand slip between your legs and you gasped hard. « My lord ! » His fingers pressed against your most intimate part and you cried out. « You like that ? How I touch you ? -I don’t know ! I feel- » You just felt a lot of new feelings. He stopped and you wanted to tell him to keep going, but he grabbed your ass and put you down on the couch. Soft lips worshiped your stomach and hipbones with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue traced by your bellybutton, biting the skin around it, sucking, leaving marks. You moaned, interlocking your fingers his loose locks. « You have such a beautiful body » He praised sincerely, kneeling between your legs. « My priestess! That I had the pleasure to watch how much, oh I wanted you. How I knew if I didn’t claim you soon, other gods would steal you away from me. » He purred, lowering his head and nipping the soft insides of your thighs. You blushed and laid down flatly on the couch, legs spread and arms above your head. This whole thing was surreal and it took his lips on you for the first time to bring you back to reality. « Hold on love » he told you, standing up in all his glory. Your god, the one you were dedicated to, was here, ready to take you, all of you. He was glowing, radiating light. So beautiful, so godly. « We’re going to do this right » he told you, grabbing your thigh and squishing your flesh, « I won’t hurt my fragile little mortal » He smiled, his lips taking that signature heart shape and you couldn’t help but smile back. « I’ll make you feel so good » he smirked. His hand slithered up your thighs, bending toward you. You could feel his breath and it was making your skin tingle. He was spreading your thighs so much you were so exposed. Even if you knew what was coming, when he placed his mouth on you, you jolted at the sensation. His tongue was firm pocking your clit and swirling it around and it was overwhelming. « My god ! Please ! What- -Do you feel it my little mortal, do you feel good ? -Yes ! » You cried , not controlling your body anymore, your hips lifting trying to get closer to mouth. And he didn’t stop you. Quite the opposite, he hooked his arm around your thighs, pressing your pussy even closer to tongue. You were feeling something, something weird. « My lord ! Please, I feel something ! Something is- » He didn’t stop, and the tight knot in your stomach snapped. You were shaking in his arm, as you felt the pleasure completely taking over your body. « You taste so good love, better than nectar. -Please, lord, just- -No I can’t yet, you are too small for this yet, I need to prepare you » And with this he slipped one finger in. You gasped, getting on your elbows to see what he was doing. He was smirking at you, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. « I have to make you nice and ready right ? » He curled his finger inside you and you threw your head back. He slid his index finger completely inside your body easily with no pain. You moaned, moving your hips against his hand as Apollo guided his finger in and out. When he felt it was safe enough he added another causing a slight stretch. « That feels good! » « I know, » He cooed, curling his fingers and rubbing against your newly found sweet spot. He scissored you open gingerly. A finger rested against your swollen clit, circling around the sensitive bud. Apollo was a generous god, and he won’t leave you hanging more. You ignored how he did that, but the pressure inside you and his movement on your clit send you over the edge once again, this time so much more powerful. You were a mess of emotion. It was happening. He was finally going to embrace you after all this time. You tried not to question the situation too much, not thinking about the fact that he must definitely do this with every of his priestess. You didn’t have the time to think more when fingers became faster and faster, even adding a third one. You came apart so fast, stronger than before. You almost fainted from the strong feeling, your vision suddenly blurry. You thought you were going to faint from the sensation. You felt a liquid run down your thighs but you didn’t have the strength yet to look. All you could feel was his body shift. « Your so good for me, Y/n, the best » You opened your eyes slowly and saw that he was a mess. His eyes were almost black as his pupils were dilated, his hair were sticky from sweat, and he was covered in something, the same thing that had come from you. « I- I am sorry- -Don’t be. Really » Seeing how worked up it had got him you stopped. «I think you are ready now… » A shiver of pleasure ran down your spine. « I’ll force it into your thigh cunt if I have to anyway » And you weren’t doubting him. But you weren’t scared, even the idea of him forcing himself inside you was making your body tinkle. « Are you ready to be mine? » Apollo whispered into your mouth, nibbling on the side of your chin. « Yes » You agreed, raising your legs a little and keeping them on his upper thighs. You knew he was big, but feeling the tip slowly entering you was something you weren’t ready for. You gasped, crying and contracting. « Shhh, it’s okay. » He touched your cheeks, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. His lips were pressing against yours. You moaned in his mouth when you felt him completely. « You can’t even take me completely » He sniggered, looking at your small frame under his. You clench around him, slowly adjusting. He groaned his hands fisting on each side of your head. « How do you feel? » He asked, his voice tight. « Full... » Your hand glided on your belly and you moaned again when you felt the bump forming by his member. « Yes Y/n. You feel it deep in you right ? » You nodded, now eager for him to move. He seemed to understand as he started moving his hips slowly. You clutched his shoulders with your small hands, trying to stabilize yourself. « Y/n » he growled, « You look so fragile wrapped around my cock » Hands roamed his hands up and down your sides and clutched your hips. He brought your hips closer to his, and you submissively wrap your legs around his hips. You held onto his shoulders and braced yourself against his body, forehead pressed against his. His hands were clutching your flesh rocking your hips against his. « You don’t know what I am gonna do to you. -Please, Apollo ! -You are the one who is supposed to worship me. But look at me. As if I was going to leave you hanging my priestess » You shuddered at the idea. You didn’t know what was going into you, but you started moving your hips too, showing him you needed more. His member was so heavy inside you, you were stretch so good. Apollo growled and squeezed the flesh of your ass, bruising it. He ducked his head down and captured one of your nipple between his lips - sucking and tugging on it. « Lord Apollo ! Please ! » you moaned, your nails digging in his golden skin. « I know! » He gloated. « How does it feel to take your god’s cock ? -It feel so good ! » You agreed, feeling your orgasm building up for the third time. «Does it turn you on, Y/n, that every god of Olympus might watch you right now. » He purred into your ear, « Cum nice and hard on my cock, so that everyone, every god, satyr, men, spirit in this world knows that I am the one you are serving, I am the one who’s taken you for the first time and ruined your virgin pussy. » « Yes my Lord ! » you screamed. It was hitting inside you so good, you were dripping down his length, your mind was blank and you couldn’t think as the pressure in your belly snapped. You screamed, arching in his arms as he is holding you closer and closer. You squeezed him so good he had trouble moving inside you. But he didn’t stop and you rode your orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. « Please my lord...» You were crying from all the pleasure you were feeling. Apollo gave a breathy chuckle and planted his lips on the side of your neck lovingly. « Are you sore, little one? » He asked, « You are doing so good” « Gonna- » you moaned in response. « Of course you are. You are so good » He kissed you again this time with more passion. Your eyes closed, savoring the taste, and the feeling of having him this closed. He was pounding hard in your body. His head buried in your neck, and you could hear every of his noise. He hadn’t been quiet since the beginning but having him so close, hearing him moan and grunt your name. You were going to cum again, for what felt like the 10th time of the night but you felt him becoming sloppier in his trust too. Her orgasm twisted in her stomach and threatened to become unraveled. He was covered in sweat, eyes closed, his body shining, literally radiating light as he was cumming closer and closer to own release. « You’re glowing » He smiled at you fondly. Letting go of your ass as he put you back down on the bed. He took your hands in his and you felt a new connection. This position was so intimate, new. You liked it even better to be honest.

« I'm gonna cum, are you ready priestess » Apollo growled, « cum for me, cum again »

« I can’t ! Please » you cried, tightening yourself on his member.

« You don’t want to cum, but look your body doesn’t seem to want to let me go »

He moaned against your lips, keeping his movement as steady as he could but it was starting to get sloppy. He threw his head back, his hands clutching yours stronger. He was beautiful and for a second you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. You felt him, his member twitching inside you. Soon he was feeling you up, his seed overflowing your pussy, making of you an even bigger mess. You came at the feeling, eyes rolling at the back of your head, shuddering at the feeling. You felt him move but you couldn’t open your eyes. You were too tired. You just heard him whisper in your ear.

« Rest well pythia »

And he disappeared. You woke up in the morning alone, but the coat Apollo gave you was covering your body. The sun was high in the sky and no clouds were on sight. Apparently everything was good for the god of the Sun. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw the lyre laying beside your bed. You could recognize it anywhere. Picking it up, you looked at it carefully before clutching it in your arms. Your duty could wait a bit more.

THE  ‘CABIN’  ON  THE  MEADOW

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When I took screenshots for DISTRACTIONS & CONSEQUENCES I noticed a certain object on the meadow near the street where Phil deals with his unmoving car. It looks like some sort of small cabin and is caught by the camera several times in all four sequences of the boomerang case. 

More than one director of the TV series has indicated that nothing is unintentional nor a coincidence in Sherlock BBC (X  X)  Therefore the possibility exists that this object on the meadow, which can be seen multiple times, could have some meaning as well. This in mind, I took a closer look .. 

TBC below the cut ….

1 - The first time the cabin can be seen (during Phil’s visual report of the incident) it is shown only partly. First on the left, then on the right margin of the screen. It stands on the meadow next to the street but is separated from the street by a hedgerow. Therefore it most likely has nothing to do with road maintenance. Otherwise it would be rather impractical to reach.

2 - When John arrives at the crime scene and describes his surroundings via WiFi, the cabin takes a much more central position.

3 - When Sherlock explains the boomerang case to Irene, while the camera circles round them, the cabin turns up multiple times in the background.

4 - It even stays in the frame for some time when Irene explaines the case in the final sequence, while Sherlock watches, drugged by her chemistry.

Gotten curious, because I had an idea what this ‘cabin’ might possibly be, I enlarged one of the sharper pics for a better view. 

Those things can be found in various shapes and forms (some examples below) …  but I think this cabin looks a lot like a container for beehives. 

Of course, even if this cabin on the meadow is indeed a container for beehives, it could simply stand here anyway because it belongs to the person who owns that area and therefore it was caught on camera unintentionally. And naturally it would appear that often on screen because the scene was done by an allround shot. But then, who knows? If it really has to do with bees, I consider a coincident as rather unlikely. After all, bees and beehives are very well known to be closely linked with canon Sherlock Holmes, especially with his retirement upon the South Downs. 

Bees on the South Downs

“It occurred after my withdrawal to my little Sussex home, when I had given myself up entirely to that soothing life of Nature for which I had so often yearned during the long years spent amid the gloom of London.”

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“My house is lonely. I, my old housekeeper, and my bees have the estate all to ourselves.”   (ACD, The LIons Mane)

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“But you had retired, Holmes. We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs.'

'Exactly, Watson. Here is the fruit of my leisured ease, the magnum opus of my latter years!' He picked up the volume from the table and read out the whole title, Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, with some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen.”

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“I shall get level with you, Altamont,' he said, speaking with slow deliberation, 'if it takes me all my life I shall get level with you!'

'The old sweet song,' said Holmes. 'How often have I heard it in days gone by. It was a favourite ditty of the late lamented Professor Moriarty. Colonel Sebastian Moran has also been known to warble it. And yet I live and keep bees upon the South Downs.”  (ACD, His Last Bow)

A small, lonely farm upon the South Downs, the soothing life of nature, keeping bees and enjoying the honey gathered by them on blossoming fields and meadows. Maybe near a lake or stream? Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere? 

As soon as I considered the possibility that the cabin on the meadow could indeed be a home for bees, I started to look at the place chosen as filming location for the boomerang case, with different eyes. What could have been the reasons for the decision to choose precisely this place? Soft, rolling hills, sometimes covered by woodland, lush green meadows, rivers, streams, small brooks and ponds are characteristic features of the South Downs. (Source of pics: Wikipedia) 

The landscape where the boomerang case takes place could easily be located somewhere in the South Downs … 

It doesn’t take much fantasy to imaginge that Sherlock’s little ‘retirement’ farm lies just round the bend of the street on the pic below, somewhere near that lake or stream. Perhaps there’s even a small boat at hand for occasional trips on the water. After all ... once a pirate, always a pirate. :)

Side note: according to the DVD commentaries for ASIB, the boomerang scene was filmed in a valley in Wales. 

As mentioned in DISTRACTIONS & CONSEQUENCES … viewing Series One as prelude for the whole story, where the first three episodes serve as introduction (ASIP), user manual (TBB) and chapter list (TGG) … the actual story told in Sherlock BBC - the crux of the matter - would then start with A Scandal in Belgravia. Here, Mycroft tells Sherlock (and the audience) that this case is about sex. Sherlock’s appearance as well as the environment chosen for the beginning of the case … 

a naked body wrapped in a pristine white sheet

a heartfelt yawn, as if just woken up from sleep

the lush green landscape of the surrounding area where the case starts

… are metaphors often used as indications for rebirth and renewal. And the boomerang case itself can be easily interpreted as a small foretaste - a teaser - of the central theme told in this episode, respectively of the whole story.

A very short summary of that case interpreted on a metaphorical level:  

A load of unacknowledged desire (obesenes) linked to a certain problem (Phil/John), causes an unmoving body (car) to explode and thus leads to ‘la petite mort’ of a distracted mind (Hiker/Sherlock), who was busily playing with a resurfaced memory (boomerang) from the past (East). The great water nearby (big emotions/Eurus), joined by a small brook (sex/Rich Brook/Reichenbach/Jim Moriarty/Mr.Sex) completes this scene in a perfect way … as do the 59 orgasmic sighs/text alerts of a phone (heart) and Sherlock’s nickname ‘the virgin’ ... given to him by Mr. Sex.

Back to the bees ...

Including a container for beehives into the very beginning of a story that looks suspiciously like a metaphor for the sexual awekening of Sherlock Holmes, shot at a place which has a great resembalnce to the South Downs, is indeed a very interesting filming choice. Bees are strongly linked to the retirement of Sherlock Holmes and therefore to the end of the story. 

Thus, the addition of bees into the boomerang case, creates a full circle and links the end of the story, the retirement of the original character Sherlock Holmes, to the sexual awakening of the same character at the beginning of ASIB in this modern adaptation. 

And it’s not the first END from canon, which is linked to a BEGINNING in Sherlock BBC. The famous quote “Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There’s an east wind coming all the same …” from His Last Bow, chronologically the last of the original Sherlock Holmes stories, is taken up partly in the Unaired Pilot of Sherlock BBC, when Sherlock calls his brand new aquaintance, whom he knows at this point only for a couple of hours … “Good, old Dr. Watson” (X).

Bees and cars ….

ASIB - an unmoving car, next to a container of beehives, makes a loud, explosive noise and as a consequence causes the death of the distracted Hiker. The man is hit by the returning boomerang, his head bashed-in. 

TLD - A car moves at breakneck speed, to the strains of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. It knocks over some bins before it releases a completely drugged Sherlock from its boot. The driver and owner of the car is Mrs. Martha Louise Hudson. According to Mrs. H. this car was financed by the income of her late husband Frank, who run a drug cartel in Florida and blew someones head off. Sherlock ensured his execution. As has been noticed by a lot of people very early on, the licence plate number contains the letters APIS. APIS is Latin for bee.

The only other person who dirves this car, also at breakneck speed, is John Watson when he comes to Sherlock’s aid in the same episode. And just like Jim Moriarty in TRF, who smashes a glass pane to get to the crown jewels, John’s weapon of choice to break into Sherlock’s room (’Am I the current king of England?') … is also a fire extinguisher.

ASIB - Another car plays an interesing role, most likely a HONDA ACCORD (see pic for comparison) which is strongly linked to the red ‘APIS’ Aston Martin from TLD. Linked by the cargo carried in its boot. It’s the first car of significance in ASIB and appears on screen prior to the boomerang case. The man found in its boot is dead. The biggest mystery though is … this man shouldn’t be there at all.

‘... according to the flight details, this man was checked in on board. Inside his coat he’s got a stub from his boarding pass, napkins from the flight, even one of those special biscuits. Here’s his passport stamped in Berlin Airport. So this man should have died in a plane crash in Germany yesterday but instead he’s in a car boot in Southwark’

Later, in the same episode, the plane crash in Dusseldorf, Germany, will turn out to be the rehearsal of the flight of the dead. The ‘maiden flight’ of ‘the dead’ never takes off though. Irene Adler is able to get to the relevant informations. She passes them on to Jim Moriarty and the criminal mastermind thwarts Mycroft’s ‘neat’ plan entirely. 

In TFP, nine episodes later, Sherlock himself becomes the pilot of the ‘flight of the sleeping’ and safely lands that plane.

Sherlock Holmes baffled ...

That’s the title John chooses for the unsolved case of the dead man in the boot of the car. This title refers to a short American silent film from 1900. It’s the earliest known film which shows ACDs detective character Sherlock Holmes on screen (X). Here John’s post reaches 1895 hits before it freezes. 

The case immediately afterwards is the one in the theatre where Sherlock takes the deerstalker hat from the prop room to disguise himself because of the press waiting outside. (Stalking the Deerstalker)

Then Phil’s car 'explodes’, the Hiker’s head gets bashed-in and Mycroft (RATIO) orders his brother to take on the 'sex case’.

Series Four of Sherlock BBC sets a lot of circles in motion which move backwards before closing. It’s very interesting and thrilling and it reminds me of the snake biting its tail … the ouroboros. :)  (X X)

A last afterthought regarding the three linked cars and where they come from: 

HONDA is a Japanese brand

SAAB is a Swedish brand

ASTON MARTIN is a British brand

Locations and directions seem to play a big role in Sherlock BBC … not to mention the EAST. Considering this, the first car is linked to the Far East, the second one comes from a place east of, but much closer to Britain and the last one is British. This reminds me of Anderson’s map, shown in MHR, and Sherlock’s supposed journey homewards, leading him from Tibet to India to Hamburg, the Netherlands and France. He travels back home from the East ... like John from Afghanistan …..

May, 2019

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

CHAPTER 10 - Affordable Prices To Pay...(Pt. 2)

KADEN

“She dealin’ with some issues that you can’t believe...Single black female addicted to retail. And well...” - KANYE WEST X ALL FALLS DOWN

Circling the block once more, his frustration grew now killing the engine, that softly purred; it took more than two weeks to build up the courage, but he found himself in front of her building wheeling back and forth within his thoughts to escape the scene, or stay.

“Fuck this shit.” He thought it best to leave out of the ridiculousness he now felt. Unbeknownst to him, the person he was in search for casually watched from a distance amused. Right at this moment for the possibility of getting his ass handed to him with verbal assaults she was good for, was Jordan walking towards his car.

“You wanna move before you get a ticket mothafucka?”

“Shit! Jorda-...” He exhaled placing a hand over his heart.

“You can’t park here nigga…” Damn she got some little ass feet. He zoomed focus on her crisp white Nike Air Forces, and trailed up to the skin tight orange body suit that hugged her petite frame. The vintage red and orange Nike windbreaker to compliment her athleisure attire, concealed the throb causing assets: huge breasts.

“I’m straight. Listen, I need to talk to you.”

“That’s still up for questioning honestly, what you want Kaden? I got shit to do. I’m not up for your bullshit.”

“What are yo-...why is your mouth so fuckin’ reckless? Like, what’s good with you?”

“So you- okay.” She quickly did an About Face headed for the crosswalk, leaving Kaden dumbfounded momentarily until he eventually stepped out his truck hitting his alarm and followed.

“Yo! Jordan, man!”

“Nigga you either catch the fuck up, or I’ll see you later!”

He didn’t do shit like this, and technically he couldn’t. Gaining notoriety and recognition from his blessing of being a second year Wide Receiver in the NFL came with its perks, and downfalls. People actually noticed him now. And not in the pedestrian way either. He signed his third autograph this week for a five year old, who told him he was his biggest fan, and that one day he wanted to be just like him. Fans. He winced at the poor little boy wanting to be like the critically acclaim asshole, with a horrific track record to match. He shook the apprehension off seeing the subway entrance come to view in which Jordan speedily descended. He didn't take the subway. I don't have to. He never explained himself to anyone aside from the very few he held in high regards. There's no reason to. And certainly he never chased after a female especially in the physical sense because he never felt the urge to. This is just...

His eyes scattered about the congested space, in search for some breathing room and a bright orange jacket with the signature Nike emblem. Shoving her way through a boisterous crowd of prep school students he could see was Jordan stepping onto the train. He shoved his way through and searched for a space to squish in. Conveniently it was close to her, as they stood side by side latching on the standee seething. The abrupt smell of funk, and her antics he had just about enough of. Kaden didn't understand how or when the dynamics of whatever relation one would call this, got so conflicting. How he couldn't stand her so intensely. They were way past grade school spats, or any juvenile issues that any guy had with their best friend’s little sister. But as easy as it was to provoke, and get a rise out of her it was hard to deny the real reason why. They silently stared at each other, until she eventually sucked her teeth looking off.

“You so damn hollywood. What? You afraid the act of the common folk will rub off? Hm?” As Kaden grimaced feeling a sweaty arm collide on his skin for the fourth time, he looked down at her beyond annoyed. Blame it on hypochondria and slight claustrophobia, he couldn’t endure for too long even if it was the latter.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know you’re full of shit...I know that. I know whatever it is you have to say would be utter bullshit too, so you shouldn’t even waste me or your time.” She shoved him off as they continued bumping into each other with each sway the subway was causing.

“You got a stick so far up your ass, nobody can get through to you.”

“Good. I like it that way.”

“Where the fuck you got me goin’ Jo?”

“Got you goin’!?” She hissed, attempting to whisper but failing miserably. “ Nigga you hopped your happy ass on here, I didn't force you to follow me!” A lady in earshot, Kaden could spot in his peripheral, shifted in her seat following the clear of her throat as she continued looking ahead. Damn. We're really doing this...in public.

“It's that hard though!? For you to just open your fuckin’ mouth and spit it ou-” More eyes shifted in their direction, causing Kaden to grit his teeth as Jordan maneuvered to the exit to get off finally as they came to a stop. She jetted up the stairs and walked up 135 street. For several blocks they dwelled in silence. Him attempting to keep up with her swift steps and glares with an occasional reminder that he didn’t have to follow her. But he wasn’t budging. I came this damn far anyway. They reached the Harlem Hospital Center, and immediately Kaden grew confused and concerned. Slowly turning his way, Jordan folded her lips in. Her eyes closing before bringing her hands clasp in a prayer motion to her lips.

“Don’t say shit you hear me? Just stay...stay your ass in the background.” They entered as she went towards the front desk greeted by a nurse. “Hi uh...I-I’m here to visit one of your patients.”

LONDON

“Ouch, Milan! Shit!”

“Keep your damn head still, then. Big ass head.”

It's worth it. The woven lines of strings crisscrossed and zigzagged through her masterpiece of a braided beehive, truly was. London didn't trust her brother to be her landline if she secured a spot on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. Or have the expectation from him that he will ever arrive at any place on time. But Miles ‘Milan’ Pierre if not anything knows hair. Even to much of their father’s dismay, having a secured hairstylist for every recital, every fashion show, and event was much of a blessing and for him a curse.

The moment his son traded a football for a hot comb, the soured hope of doom courtesy of Monty Pierre was placed. Where he shunned Miles total existence, only acknowledging his presence when it suited him, and was forced to at any social gathering. As Milan would put it: “Some just can't take the fabulousness even if the DNA is shared.”

So it was important to affirm through every tug, rip, and yank that the flawless honey blonde tresses of virgin Malaysian hair was worth it. Milan allowed the flat irons and comb glide through the tresses, before fluffing out the ends. Silky.

“Don't trim shit either. l want all 28’’ inches of lush down to the crack of my ass.”

“Yeah, I know...cause you're extra. And you bitches think I'm about to be doing the same hair twice every two weeks too, huh? Ha! Think again. Call Brooklyne and tell her little ass she has an hour to get here. And I wants my bag.” The rat tail comb was directed towards her nose. His eyes squinting looking down at her. 

“Alright mighty mouth Milan, sheesh.” She pushed the comb away, while typing a text to Brooklyne. Like always his false promises went in one of London’s ears where a princess cut stone from Cartier could be found and out the other as she typed away, and hissed at another yank of the sewing string.

“So...Kiersten. Heard from her?”

“Yup.”

“Really, now? How long ago was this?”

“Two days ago.” Short, clipped, and sweet. He ain’t slick. London wasn't too fond of Kiersten recent choices, in fact she despised them. With her association of Imani’s brother being one of them, and her recent disappearing acts being a close second. It didn't take Einstein to figure he had to be the one occupying her time if it wasn't herself, and Brooklyne especially with her keeping it short with them both. But the secrecy was Kiersten’s way of ducking and diving from London’s typical interrogations.

“You know London Bridge…” Here we go. “As your favorite brother on this dreading universe…”

“Nigga you're my only brother.”

“Shit as far as we know.” London sneered up in his direction watching him through the mirror. “...I know you wouldn't, of course, keep secrets from me would you? Like, you shouldn't...it would totally go against sibling code.”

“There's nothing to tell, Milan.”

“Hmph. So riddle me this…”

Milan held a picture in her direction posted on E! news. There in a grainy picture was a snapshot of Messiah and Kiersten leaving Rime sneaker boutique in Brooklyn. The caption identifying them as the daughter of Supermodel legend with an unidentifiable specimen of a hottie. Oh, heavens...

“...yeah, hoe. And you were sayin’?”

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“This incognito...ass...bitch.”

Brooklyne spat while gawking at Kiersten crossing the street heading in their direction. Huddled as a duo at the signature rustic tables, London hoped that a frappe courtesy of Maman Coffee, would aid in settling the trauma ahead. She reckoned Kiersten even looked the part of a person not wanting to be seen or acknowledged. Frames concealing the majority upper region of her face, so big twice they were pushed up at the nose bridge. A huge scarf to shield the cold, and from what London could also see, provide some form of warmth to make up for Kierstens icy demeanor. She finally took a seat setting her huge crimson Celine duffle on the adjacent seat.

“Hey.”

“Kiersten where have you-” Brooklyn raised her hand halting London as she interjected.

“What’s up mama, how’re you? Where you comin’ from?”

“Just left my only class for the day. But I’m fine...why? What’s so urgent?” She typed away on her cellular device ever so casually. London raised a brow, and dipped forward fighting away a scowl.

“Listen, Ki. I want you to know that not only do we love you, we're here for you through any, and everything. You do know that right?”

“Why wouldn’t I Brooklyne?”

“Well, jee Kiersten maybe your absenteeism could be a clue?” Even the huge shaded lenses couldn’t shake London’s stare she could see Kiersten fidget under. It’s truly never her intentions to ever come off condescending...well half of the time admittedly so, but London just couldn’t help herself. Kiersten could just be so...dense.

“London!”

“What, Brooklyne!?”

“As I was saying...we love you. So you shutting us out makes no sense. Like what’s really the matter?”

When they scheduled the mock “conference”, intervention in the words of London, a “simple girl talk to get to the bottom of the issue” to Brooklyne, they didn’t expect for it to go like this. Especially foodless with a flat frappe she reckoned to add insult to injury. Why was she being so defensive? For the life of her London couldn’t figure it out. Cute shades or not.

“Can you tell your sister not to bore holes into me like I’m some nutcase, or freakshow.”

“Brooklyne can you tell your friend that she should acknowledge me cause I am sitting right the fuck here, and maybe I’m staring at her cause she's avoiding eye contact?!

“You bitches are going to drive me to drink. And it’s only 11a-fuckin’-m! Please, alright? Kiersten real shit, though? Take the damn glasses off! I don’t know what kind of super duper spy shit you got goin’ on, and London pipe it the fuck down cause you’re doing a lot at a smooth eight, bring it down to like a three. I know it’s finals, and the end of the semester is approaching but, damn!”

“She’s just so judgy! I get enough of that from Fiona, from my professors, from everyone. The one person I don’t need it from is the person I should be confiding in the most; my best friend! And then when I find someone that doesn’t do those things...that respects me, and my opinions, acknowledge my efforts, and furthermore doesn’t treat me like a child? That’s a problem too!”

Silence. For a lengthy two minutes that followed a sniffle, and finally the removal of those big ass frames that presented liquid duds pouring in droplets of two. Brooklyn immediately reached over and wiped her face, causing London to feel slightly shitty.

“I just worry about you Ki, and want what’s bes-”

“Want what’s best for me. Yes, I’m always hearing that you, but your opposition to my wants, doesn’t warrant judgement. Cause you’re not always right.” An obnoxious sound of intense suction came from Brooklyn’s straw, as she sipped her iced tea and divided her gaze amongst the two.

“Hmph. Well isn’t this tea just lovely?” She muttered. London, cut her eyes at her before refocusing them back on Kiersten.

“Okay, so this is about Messiah? Alright, fine. If you like it? Then I love it...so be it then Ki.”

“No, London...Messiah is just the half. I need you and everyone else? To realize that I’m grown. So the next time my mother or your father goes around looking for me, tell them just that.” She pushed her seat back grabbing her shades, and bag.

“Kiersten! Really!?” The duo watched as she stepped on to the street hailing a taxi, that came in such perfect timing one would've thought it was planned.

Tango with Trouble

Thursday

  Tom Ward x Reader

Warnings: More fluff y’all!

A/N: A little Tom Ward story for you because Tom is a lovely character that doesn’t get enough love! So I do apologize if some of the magic of this story is  off - The Seventh Son is a series I still need to get around to reading so I’m only familiar with the cinema version of this.

Day 5

Tom’s POV

Small villages have a familiarity to them that always reminds me of home. There’s safety in the way a small band of people come together - blacksmiths, bakers and shopkeepers uniting for the families they lived within the 20 mile radius of a country’s heart. The beat of these tiny beehives of civilization were different - the desperate air of shifting from the day to day monotony always hanging in the air - something that contrasted profoundly with large towns that thrived off the simple energy of its residents.

It was like this the evening I walked into the small village of Bogshorn, the dark orange rays of twilight shining down on the town square's. The souvenirs of the earlier celebration still hung loosely around the small center - ribbons and flowers and rice lingering as the days events gave into nightly delights. My horse, Grayden, was tired from the hard days journey through the rough cavern that we had rushed through that day and the large animal huffed loudly as we made our slow walk to the tavern hosting the night's activities. As I neared I could hear the faint sound of whispers from the townsfolk, their curious eyes also glinting with fear as they tried to measure and understand my appearance.

I was the first Falcon knight to walk through in a long time.

I tied Grayden up to a post, walking past the large crowd starting a bonfire and to the outdoor bar that held ale. I placed two coins on the table, the inked Falcon tattoo standing out from my tan, calloused hands before I looked up at the bartender.

“An ale and platter of your best dinner.”

He gives a short gruff at me as he takes in my clothes, the pristine shape of my sword, before he turns and begins pouring my drink, yelling out my order to a tavern lady. It's not long before my food is served and I eat it appreciatively, placing down another coin to replace the ale I had downed and this time there is no judgement, just the quiet placement of my cup being sat in front of me. I had already been forgotten, a strange part of the scenery that stood out enough not to belong.

I could finally forget about the large Boggart I had killed earlier that day, or the fact that I was sent to hunt down a witch that kept luring young men to their death. Could pretend, for just a second, that my life was normal like it used to be.

I turn, falling back on the bar as I take in the scene in front of me.  The last rays of light hit the town, fire replacing the bright star as townsfolk drink and laugh to a good spring. A band appears suddenly, playing one song after another as young girls dance around jovially, their light cotton gowns flying like light bugs in the shadows of the light.

I’ve almost finished my third ale when my eyes meet yours. Full lips pulled into a charming smile, your curly hair braided with flowers as it flowed down your back - the rich hues of your gown as you laughed along with a group of women. You belonged here just as much as I did except you stood out in all the ways I didn’t. You were the diamond to my coal - the rainbow after my storm. Your laugh carried over the other voices, over the sound of the guitar and violin and drums that were playing.

I had only felt this way once and it had scared me deeply at the time.

Now I only felt peace and curiosity and wanted to know more. Needed to know more. Your eyes flicked over to mine, the swirling irises looking back into my own with that same curiosity tugging at my lips and for a second I feel like the world has stopped. But then you shift, whispering something to the woman beside you before you’re giggling and you move into the crowd.

And then you’re gone.

I wake up the next day with my head aching in a stable and Grayden whining for breakfast and I go through the motions of caring for my loyal horse. Its when I’m leaving the stables, desperately in search for breakfast that I suddenly remember you and my stomach knots before I hear a scream.

The witch has returned.

She’s standing in the square beside a large man with dark green eyes, his voice an icy melody as a group of a young men drop what they are doing - metal, wood and bags of wheat dropping in unison as they walk toward him.

It's a warlock being manipulated by a witch.

I groan inwardly, unsheathing my sword as I stepped into the small town square, confident and unfazed by the hypnosis and therefore breaking the trance of the large, bald man.

“A knight?” he  whispers in an exotic tone as I push off my cloak, exposing my right hand and the Falcon brand. “A Falcon knight.” the man crouches, watching me as villagers run like ants into their homes, slamming their shutters close. Knowing the playground of danger is inevitable. The woman who is with him falls to the ground unconscious and I give an inward sigh of relief.

She was just a part of the charm. And not a part of today’s fight.

“This should be fun…” the man slithers out before transforming into a large viper and I tighten my hand around my sword handle. 

This was not going to fun.

Reader POV 

The warlock was fast, I would give him that. But the stranger, the Falcon knight that had rode into our safe, little village was faster. He easily dodged from the large fangs threatening to sink down into his body, twisting his body and swiping at the thick scales of the snake. The warlock hisses, slithering to another side of the small towns square before coiling, watching the knight. Trying to read his threat meter.

The knight watches him back before letting out a high whistle. His horse shoots from the barn, barraging toward him as the knight runs beside him, gripping his reins before propelling his body upwards. He hooks his legs into his stirrups as the serpent attacks, shooting toward Tom as he slices the the snakes in the face, causing him to withdraw. Anger now licks at the warlocks eyes as he uses his tail to whip Tom off of his horse, throwing him across the yard.

The serpent hovers over him, the win in sight as he begins to talk,

“Think you can kill me off, Falcon Knight. I’ve killed plenty of your kind and will kill plenty more…” he slithers over to him slowly the large fangs glistening in the sunlight.

“Goodbye, young warrior.” he smirks, Tom’s eyes widening before the serpent is stopped.

Rigescunt Indutae

The soft words float through the air, the large snake frozen in mid air as his mouth hangs over the young knight who watches in confusion before thrusting his sword in the snakes mouth. The warlock screams, his body slowly slinking into its human form as the knight withdraws his sword, the dark green eyes glowing before it falls into ash, blowing steadily in the breeze.

He looks up and our eyes meet. He knows.

I smile at him, turning before walking out of town.

Falcon knights could only bring trouble for someone like me.

Tom’s POV

Its night again. I am sitting at the best table in the town tavern. I am being called hero for saving the villages men. I am being revered for being a fighter - a knight. Ale is at my disposal. Women throw themselves at me. It doesn’t matter. It never does. It's my job and Gregory had taught me, as many a time before, none of these things matter.

He also taught me to always protect my heart from a witch.

I had done it with Alice. Figured I could do it again.

I was wrong.

You walked into the tavern, the dark blue gown standing out among the sea of tan and brown cotton, flowers still woven in your hair and silence envelopes the room. Not in the same way there had been for me though - this silence is an appreciation before the air shifts and people return to their earlier conversation. Two women are by your side suddenly, dressed in similar fashion as you all find a table, protectively hidden in shadow.

The barkeeper places three ales in front of you and a glint of light reveals silver before he walks away happily.

Witches were kind but they could be dangerous.

I stands knowing this before my head is swimming with you, images of you and me laughing with each other, a wedding, three children running happily on a farm. You in my arms as you look up at star showers. Then the images are gone and I’m left staring back at you and I curse under my breath, turning my head.

You were dangerous.

I had almost made it out of the tavern when a single question poses through my head

Obsecro Ira

“Please stop” Its whispered again, this time over the loud sound of the tavern and I turn, looking deeply into your eyes before you stand, leaving the women to watch you in curiosity. You walk toward me, your hips trapping by before yours standing in front of me, scares eyes taking me in.

“Dance with me?”

Its bold, you're asking but I’m too consumed by the way your large, doll eyes are peering into me and I nod, walking outside. You follow until you're in the middle of the square, the faint sounds of the tavern and music playing in the distance as the cold moon shines down on us both in the darkness. I grab for your hand and it happens, that small spark of light - a shock of purple and blue light surging through the both of us, and we pull back before looking up at each other in fear.

Witches dust. That’s what I grumble to himself but inside I know it's not. Know it when your hand fits perfectly into my larger one, your arm placed securely on my shoulders as my other rests on your waist. We watch it each other carefully before I say,

“You saved me today.”

You smirk.

“You were trying to take on Vikander, a strong sorcerer.”

Your voice is quiet and confident and takes me off guard. I cover it up with a snort, twirling you, taking in the smell of honey and lavender as I bring your body close to me again.

“Not that strong.”

You raise a brow before laughing and I dip you.

“I was impressed by you. You’re a talented warrior,” another swirl before you're brought back to me. “You fought along Gregory.? You helped defeat Malkin?”

There’s an uncertainty in your voice and it causes my body to tense. Then  soft foreign words pass through my brain and I look at you confused.

“Why are you thanking me?”

You look beyond me, into the darkness of the woods before your eyes flick back to me.

“Not all witches stem from evil. Some witches even fight it.”

I look at you before asking,

“Like you?”

A slight nod.

“You were hunting Vikander?”

Another nod.

“...that's different.”

You laugh, sweet and melodic and my heart tightens at the sound. You were dangerous indeed.

You dance with me for the rest of the night. You tell me your story about growing into your craft as I details my awkward adventure of becoming a Falcon knight. Its when the sunlight breaks over the rocky terrain that I turns to you, my heavy lidded eyes watching you curiously before asking, 

“May I try something?”

You watch me, a soft smile tugging at your lips knowing what I want to ask. Your breath hitches as I lean forward, my cold long hands wrapping around your neck.

“I just have to see….” I mumble as my lips inch closer. I grazes against the soft skin and that spark unveils itself again before I kiss you.

The kiss is different than ever I’ve shared before. Its heated and bright and when I pulls away moments later I’m watching you with confident eyes of fear. 

Dangerous women were always worth a fight. 

I stand,  a confident smile lingering on my face before I extend my hand out to help you stand. I walk you back the five miles to your cottage in silence as we try to process what has just happened. The dangerous possibility of what could be. Its when your left looking up at me that I whisper,

“If we are ever to meet in the future then I’ll know that this,” I cup your face tenderly with my hands, your lips brushing against mine as he presses a kiss against them. “This is more than witches dust.”

And then Tom Ward, the Falcon Knight, turns and disappears into the breaking day.

@honeybee: mfw nightowl drops the camera ♡

moodboard meme -> honeybee + xyx

requested by @ianeiras

here are some honey fun fax now that she’s getting a revamp for blooming panic 🍯

most things about her from wayhaven like her flower obsession and bobby’s friend drama and being raised by a different family while her mother was away—it’s all pretty much the same !! she’s just no longer a detective and is now a xyxmancer :D

her username is honeybee and her nickname is bee 🐝 because of course it is !! xyx buys her a golden bee pendant necklace which she wears all the time :-]

she’s a theater kid turned theater adult and spends all of her time teaching high school theater, painting sets and singing and all that jazz :P she is severely overworked and underpaid but she does love her job

she has a huge collection of cute corny mugs her students have given her over the past five years. her favorites are the handmade ones some students made in their pottery class

in the time before they meet in person honey regularly sends xyx lil “care packages” full of snacks and treats for cat and cute lil things she’s collected and a handwritten letter fully decorated with flowers and stickers and washi tape <33 girlie is whipped

and so is he!! xyx is obsessed with taking pictures of her, but not just any pictures—shitty disposable camera pictures of her changing in the morning at their hotels or drinking the strawberry smoothies he makes for her every saturday 🥰🥰

once xyx got a cold and she came to see him on her break; he desperately tried to get her to kiss him so she can endure such hell too (after all, honey is the best medicine 🍯). she didn’t kiss him but she did end up getting sick too and spent the next two days causing problems for him on purpose because of it

xyx’s birthday came before they were able to meet so her care package this time included a very ~risqué~ polaroid which he has since propped against his computer to stare at from time to time. she also sang the full version of his tongue twister while they video called that night and DIDNT MESS UP ONCE.

her biggest peeve is when xyx ignores what she’s said as part of a bit. it started out as endearing but as time went on it just annoyed her >:/

when they were in new york as part of their x-treme world tour 🤩 they got just a little too tipsy and xyx woke up with a honeypot tattoo. it’s on the right side of his chest, below his clavicle and parallel to his shoulder. honey was mortified but xyx found it to be the epitome of comedy.