#greedy hog /repeating

[phattiepheeder]

To have an overpacked cauldron of a belly that is completely controlled by your feeder.

Master hasn’t allowed for an emptying In 3 days but has still fed his prized hog to the brim. Rancid constipated farts are a small relief when your bowels are stretched to the max to compensate. He uses your cunt, needing to push a bit harder than usual to get in, feeling how everything clogging your pipes has piled into and swollen your rectum.

He finishes inside you and then goes to get your next meal. He proceeds to stuff you with a mountain of food until you can no longer breath.

He presses your fat bloated gut and you groan in discomfort, your hole inadvertently puckering.

“No, no,” he says. “No shitting yet. Just gas.”

“But if I try to fart again, it’ll be impossible to hold the rest in. “

“That’s your fault for being such a greedy piggy. Your stomach is this way because of YOUR gluttony. And You have another day to go piggy.”

The next day comes and your guts are done processing the food. Your feeder instructs you that it’s emptying day. He instructs you to take a stance on all fours , and goes to feel how hard and bloated your abdomen is.

“Ah, looks like you’ve done a great job of getting filled and having your bowels stretched to capacity,” he says grabbing a box and what looks like tin foil. He puts on a rubber glove.

“Alright you know the drill. Face down and spread em,” he instructs. You follow his instructions and place your head on the floor, ass still up and use both hands behind you to spread your deep cheeks. You sigh , knowing that finally you’ll get some relief from the unbearably fullness in your guts.

Suddenly, you feel a cold glycerine suppository press against your hole. It’s forced in along with the finger behind it. He retracts his finger to have it covered In your chocolate. He repeats this with three more slippery inserts.

“Now you have to hold it until the glycerine melts. I’m doing you a favour so your hole doesn’t rip this time. Let me know when you’re busting to empty and I’ll bring the bucket”

Last time the constipated plug of shit practically tore your ass in two while being birthed.

You hold it, clenching against everything In your body telling you to push. You’re still on your hands and knees half an hour later as you feel the pressure behind your hole is mountain and you feel the weight of days worth of sweet creamy shit pressing against your hole. Despite your best efforts, a fart sputters out along with a bit of shit and melted glycerine.

“I’m ready to empty,” you groan loudly in defeat. Your feeder walks in on a pathetic scene. Fat pig on their hands and knees, swollen gut gurgling and hanging on the floor, drenched in sweat, hole quivering with the anticipation of finally getting some reprieve. He lays an industrial bucket behind your cellulite-ridden ass.

“All right pig, let’s see the aftermath of that gluttony,” the words are barely out his mouth before the gates part and shit starts pummelling onto the bottom of the bucket. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as log after log of constipated shit leaves its incubator. Rumbling farts and stomach gurgles are all that can be heard as the shit gets sloppier and bursts out of your poor tender hole. You moan half in pain half in pleasure.

Your feeder smirks, knowing you’ll be laying cable trying to empty all that waste for at least the next couple of hours.

#constipated #slob

[snifekinner]

do norway and iceland for the siblings meme ??

oh FUCK yeah i willl!

who hogs the game consoles?

they band together to hog them from everyone else. denmark is bouncing on the sofa just barely clinging onto his ability not to snatch, because nor and ice are locked in a tiebreak which has been going on for a full hour. he wants a turn so badly. nor and ice will deathmatch until they both starve to death or one of them wins, whichever is sooner.

who usually causes the fights?

norway. they both have low emotional intelligence but iceland is slightly more switched on (he's younger, he has younger friends). one might say he's securely attached. norway is very avoidant-dismissive attachment: he causes fights by getting too clingy, but sometimes also for being too distant and cold.

who steals the others' clothes?

norway steals everyone's clothes. iceland wouldn't want to steal norway's clothes. he doesn't even really like borrowing stuff off norway because you can never be sure if it's been washed recently.

who eats all the good snacks before the other can get any?

neither - norway will guard the snacks vigilantly to make sure ice gets his share, and iceland isn't the greedy sort, he never takes more than his share. denmark, however...

which one gets the top bunk or bottom bunk?

iceland goes top bunk because he's ever so slightly shorter, and because norway doesn't like not being able to get to a door easily. nor also goes bottom bunk because he wakes up during the night a lot so it's easier to get out of bed and go for a wander without disturbing ice

who speaks up when the other asked for no pickles?

lmao we all know it's nor speaking up for ice. it's not even a shyness thing, ice just hates being difficult with service workers.

which one likes to go into the other's room, fart, and immediately leave?

shared behaviour. probably more iceland because he's the little brother and everyone knows little brothers are the scum of the earth.

which one bails the other out of jail?

gonna say iceland bailing norway out of jail. norway's been arrested for snufkin-style crimes (trespass, vandalism, grand larceny). iceland doesn't get arrested, partly because he's not the type to break the law and partly because there's like 4 police officers in iceland and he knows them all by name

which one won't stop repeating an embarrassing story about their sibling as a child?

norway norway norway. not just one embarrassing story but multiple embarrassing stories. constantly. you ever heard the phrase, "to dine out on a good story" meaning it's a story you can tell loads of people over dinner? nor has a six course banquet about ice's childhood stories.

who do they each think the favourite child is?

they both know it's denmark.

that said, i did have a great story going with my friend anna (bruh idk what your tumblr is anymore, lmk so i can tag you) where ancient scandinavia (i.e. norway's mum) and he had a really fractious but interesting relationship. he always thought he was her least favourite but it was because she recognised he could use magic like her and wanted to make him tough. it was such a great story ugh, i should write a fic about it

ed: ITS @nyoiiceland !!! 💖

anyway thanks for the ask anon! if u wanna pm your blog i would love to send an ask back!

[the--marsening]

How long do you think it would take for her to deflate? I’m thinking she’d be nursing a slowly deflating gut for a couple days… but when it’s finally gone the stretch marks leave her with a ton of extra skin that she gets addicted to re stretching… she repeats the party scene a few more times hiding her deflated balloon belly under a sweater… but eventually it’s not enough and she starts buying kegs and ordering 10 pizzas to her dorm to spend entire weekends drunk and full of grease… before long she stops deflating as the carbs and grease turn to hard artery clogging visceral fat around her waist and her arms and legs get flabby and weak. Her face plumped up over a growing double chin..

i don't think her belly would ever actually full deflate. let's be real here, even after a week, it might not be full or extremely bloated, but it still doesn't feel well. an occasional gurgle or two, a cramp here and there.

people usually just stare in pure shock and horror whenever they see her attending the parties, knowing full well she's gonna be the greedy hog she is and drink and eat everything in sight. it's definitely better for her to stay in the privacy of her own dorm, after all it's less walking home if she never leaves, right?

the mondays after her weekend benders are always so awful too. each week, her stomach is stretched to new limits, capacity increasing each time she stuffs her mouth. and it definitely catches up on her quick. and while the first layer of lard is more balanced and all over her body, it quickly piles up more on her gut. her body turned soft and plump, with rolls everywhere. just her belly remaining a hard beer gut. and so, so heavy.

[ashtheshortstack]

beautiful disaster - ch 2

Rating: M Ship: Kyoru Chapter 2/5: “I want to please you.” 

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Learning intimacy, Virgin Dorks, Post-Curse, Manga/Anime Spoilers

Tohru was floating the rest of the evening. There were so many times she had to hide her smile while cooking dinner. Never before had she experienced something like that. Something so… she didn’t even have a word for it. Nice? Pleasurable? Her body had been so warm and tingly from Kyo’s touching and exploration. 

Of course, Tohru knew how sex worked. She was a bit dense, she could admit, but she wasn’t stupid. She’d read books. And Kyoko had explained to her once her period started what it meant to be a woman. The birds and the bees talk had confused her to no end at first, but she eventually understood. Her mother had found her innocence through the conversation to be humorous, laughing behind her palm as she explained how babies were created to her teen. 

Granted, Tohru hadn’t really thought she’d fall in love. Her mother had always been her top priority… the most important person in her life. The one she loved the most. Tohru could never have imagined abandoning her to be with someone else. Even after Kyoko passed, all she could focus on was achieving the goals she and her mother had set for her. Tohru wanted to work. Wanted to earn her way in the world. That’s what they had agreed upon. 

But Kyo changed all of that. Kyo opened her world up to so many more things. Of course, she had planned to find a job when they moved. It would be a little different from the original plan, but not too much. Having Kyo by her side made it better. Made her feel whole. 

Tohru felt her cheeks heat as she thought of their encounter again. She tried to focus on stirring the stew, but her mind kept wandering elsewhere. Into uncharted territory. She never knew just being touched could set her skin ablaze. Could overwhelm her and make her heart pound. The pleasurable feelings that had coursed through her were unexplainable. Would Kyo feel like that if she gave him the same treatment? She wanted to. Kyo deserved to feel those things too. He deserved everything…

“Honda? Are you feeling well?” 

Tohru yelped when Yuki’s voice suddenly yanked her from her thoughts. “I-I’m fine!” 

“Are you sure? Your face is flushed.” 

Panicked, she touched her cheeks. “I-Is it? It must be from the hot stew! Can you watch it for a moment Yuki-kun? I-I’ll be right back!” she sprinted out of the kitchen quickly before slamming the bathroom door behind her. 

She quickly splashed cold water on her face. Breathe. Breathe.  

There was a knock. 

“Tohru? You okay?” came Kyo’s voice from the other side. 

Swallowing, she nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. J-Just needed some cold water.” 

When she opened the door, Kyo was there with a concerned look etched on his features. “I-If earlier was too much for you we don’t have to--” 

“No!” 

Blinking, his cheeks flushed as he stared at her stunned. “What?” 

“I want to. I want to do that again.” 

Kyo swallowed thickly before giving her a tiny nod. “Okay,” he murmured and leaned in to give her a small peck on the forehead. They stayed like that for a moment, Tohru leaving her forehead resting against his chin. The affection he showed her was always comforting. 

The sound of Yuki clearing his throat sent them flying apart. 

“S-Sorry!” she screeched before zipping past both of the boys and back to the stove. 

She needed to calm down. She had to calm down. 

If Yuki suspected anything, he didn’t act like it at dinner. Thankfully. Tohru was grateful he wouldn’t call her out on the public displays of affection. The last thing she wanted was to make Yuki uncomfortable in any way. 

When she finally retreated to her room for the evening, she quickly changed into her pajamas and slipped into the covers of her bed. She snuggled into the warmth, letting the memories from earlier in the day sweep through her thoughts. Tohru rolled onto her back, touching her lips with a small smile, remembering how tender and heated the kisses were that she and Kyo shared. She wanted that again. 

Suddenly, she was very excited for their alone time after school tomorrow. 

  Kyo seemed jittery the following day. She understood… Tohru felt a buzz floating through her as well. The feeling of being with him was addicting. She had already wanted to touch him all the time. Always be close to him, lean on him, hold his hand. But after the day prior, there was so much more of that desire. 

She didn’t know the new feeling was noticeable until Ou-chan pointed it out. 

“Hey, Tohru. You alright? You seem even spacier than usual today.” 

Blinking, Tohru looked up from her desk. “Oh! Um. I’m fine!” 

Ou-chan gave her a look, cocking a brow. “This doesn’t have to do with the fact you and Carrots were home alone yesterday, does it?” 

“Oh my, well this is news,” Hana-chan mused. 

Tohru gave a frantic wave of her hands. “N-No! It’s not!” 

“Hey,” Ou-chan bent down in front of her desk. “There’s nothing wrong with it, alright? I just wanted to know what was up. You can talk to us about it, you know. There’s no judgement here. I just want to help you out.” 

“Are… Are you sure?” 

Hana-chan took her hands. “Of course, Tohru. We want to help you through your first relationship before you leave us.” 

“And if Carrots does anything we don’t like… we can rough him up a bit,” Ou-chan grinned with a crack of her knuckle. 

“O-Oh, um, please don’t,” Tohru murmured as she felt her cheeks heat. 

Ou-chan chuckled and patted her on the head. “Ah, don’t worry. We won’t hurt him too badly.” 

Tohru knew Ou-chan was teasing… but part of her thought she might have been serious. She hoped her best friends didn’t actually beat up her boyfriend for anything. 

“So,” Hana-chan said as she took a seat. “What’s been going on?” 

Feeling the flush on her cheeks, Tohru glanced away as she tapped her lip. “I-It wasn’t much. We--We didn’t, um…” she trailed off. How on earth was she supposed to talk about this? 

Ou-chan smirked. “Things were just a little handsy?” 

Tohru bristled at that. “Uh! Maybe!” 

“Did you touch him?” Hana-chan asked, stoic as ever. How could she ask such a thing so easily?

Shaking her head, she fiddled with her thumbs. “Um, no, actually. Yuki-kun got home so I needed to start on dinner so we… yeah.” 

Ou-chan smiled. “Did he make you feel good?” 

“Yes,” she squeaked. 

Ou-chan stood, stretching a bit. “Then that’s all I needed to know,” she stated before taking her seat. 

Tohru felt her brain frazzle from the interrogation she just received. Kyo was busy chatting it up with his fellow classmates, so she silently prayed he hadn’t caught any wind of the conversation between her and her best friends. That would be so embarrassing! Maybe, that’s what he meant yesterday about girl talk. Would Kyo be uncomfortable if she told Ou-chan and Hana-chan what they did? Maybe she should ask him? 

  As she and Kyo walked hand in hand back home, anticipation bubbled through her. She was so nervous. She didn’t know what to do. What they had done before was rather spontaneous. Would it be different now that they were expecting something to happen between them? 

“Hey,” Kyo’s voice distracted her from her worries as she looked up at him. Clearing his throat, she could see the light flush on his cheeks. “Ya don’t need to worry about us-- doin ’ anything if you don’t want to. Yesterday was really, uh, a surprise for both of us, I guess. I don’t want you thinking that just because we both want to do that again doesn’t mean we have to, ya know?” 

Tohru had never seen him talk quite so fast. Or so rambly either. She appreciated his worry. And it always amazed her how Kyo could read her like a book. How he always knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling or planning. 

“I-I know. But I’m okay. I want to.” 

“Really? You sure?” 

“Yes.” 

His cheeks flushed at her admission. Tohru watched him as he swallowed hard, just as nervous and jittery as she was. Clearly, neither of them had a clue as to what they were doing. Or what they would do when they got home. But Tohru couldn’t help the bubbling excitement of anticipation inside her stomach. Her heart fluttered, chest tight. She wanted this. Wanted to be with him more than anything. Yesterday, she’d given Kyo her word that she’d take care of him. That it’d be his turn. And Tohru had every intention of seeing that promise through. 

  They were on her bed that day. Probably the better option considering that her bed was much bigger than his futon. Kyo hovered over her, his lips melding with hers. Kissing Kyo lit a new fire inside her she hadn’t even known existed. Tohru didn’t know how to want someone. How to desire another person like she did Kyo. There was a pounding heartbeat in her ears that throbbed throughout her veins. The only thoughts her brain could form were about him. How nice he smelled, how soft his lips were, how gentle his hand was on her hip. 

Kyo flattened his body against hers, and Tohru nearly swooned. The feeling of him pressed against her still took so much getting used to. For so long, she was unable to touch him like this. To feel his chest pressed against hers. And now she only wanted it more. The thought was selfish and greedy. She knew she wanted Kyo to herself too much. She hoped that no one would be upset with her for hogging his attention all of the time. 

Tohru shifted beneath him, her thigh brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Kyo groaned against her lips, a sound she had learned was a pleasant one. She repeated the motion and earned a small hiss from him as he pulled away from her lips. An apology was at the tip of her tongue, but when she opened her eyes and saw him panting with half-lidded eyes, the words swept away from her. There was a fire in his amber eyes, pupils blown so wide they almost resembled the cat-like slits he used to have sometimes. 

His hot breath fanned her face, his cheeks rosy from their heated kisses. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” she sighed. “I want to please you.” 

Kyo scoffed lightly. “You can’t say things like that.” 

“It’s the truth.” 

Shifting, he gave her another kiss, soft and chaste that time rather than urgent and hurried as their lip-locking had been previously. Kyo cleared his throat. “I-I, uh, should probably take off--” he trailed off. 

Tohru glanced down a moment and realized suddenly that neither of them had changed out of their school uniforms. What if they wrinkled them!? Her evening would be spent ironing out clothes for sure. Yuki-kun and Shigure-san would be awfully suspicious. 

“Hey.” 

Her eyes locked with his after he spoke. 

“Quit thinking so hard. I’m gonna take them off in case things get, uh, messy.” 

Tohru nodded, unable to speak. Her throat was tight as she watched Kyo lean back and undo the buttons of his pants. She’d felt him through his pants the day previous… but seeing the increased size of his bulge when it was no longer confined in his uniform made her heart leap into her throat. She’d never… seen male anatomy before. Not in person anyway. What was she supposed to do? 

Tohru already felt herself panicking even though his manhood was still covered by his underwear. It looked a little funny, if she was honest. He was still wearing his uniform shirt. Swallowing, she gathered as much courage as she could and gripped the material of his shirt. 

“Can you… take this off too?” 

Kyo’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?” 

“Y-You don’t have to! I-I just thought it may make things easier.” 

She was so stupid! Of course, he wouldn’t want to move things so quickly. He’d already taken off one article of clothing, and yet there she was asking for more. 

Kyo gave her a once over… before leaning back on his haunches and slipping both his uniform and undershirt over his head. He tossed them aside onto the pile on the floor with his trousers. There was a light flush kissing his cheeks as he crawled back over her. 

“Better?” he asked, his voice a bit hoarse. 

Tohru nodded hesitantly. “Y-Yes.” 

There was a gentle gaze in his eyes as he looked over her. With a slight smile, he leaned back in and caught her lips with his own. The kisses were soft at first. Gentle and caring just as he always was. But they once again escalated. Tohru cupped his face as his lips slanted against her own. She really wanted to touch him. Maybe, that was needy of her… but she wanted to so badly. 

Her hands drifted lower, along his shoulders first. They were so built and strong and smooth under her touch. Her fingertips ghosted his skin as she traveled downward along his chest. His skin jumped beneath her fingers, but Tohru found that only to spare her on further. When she reached his abs, she admired the taut muscles that were so firm yet so soft. She’d never felt someone else’s skin like this. Never touched someone so intimately. But Kyo’s tender kisses never ceased, so he didn’t seem to have a problem with her exploring. 

When she reached the v of his hips, she felt the light dusting of hair along his navel as she brushed his knuckle across it. Gingerly, she dared herself to move forward and keep her promise as she dipped a finger beneath the waistband of his boxers. Kyo’s lips stilled against hers, and Tohru momentarily thought maybe she’d done something wrong, but instead he buried his face in her nape taking a few solid breaths as she touched him. 

Tohru continued her journey downward. She brushed past the coarse hairs along his public bone before reaching his length. Cautiously, she took hold of him. 

“ Shit, Tohru,” he gasped against her. 

“S-Sorr--” her grip began to loosen.

“ Don’t apologize,” Kyo grunted. 

Tohru was unsure what to do. She was touching him, but what next? Timidly, she moved her hand along him in slow strokes. His skin was so hot and hard but softer than she imagined. Kyo groaned again before pressing a kiss to her neck, a sensation she hadn’t been expecting at all. The feeling caused her to gasp, squeezing him a little too tightly. He yelped, and Tohru quickly retreated. 

She sat up quickly, nearly knocking Kyo off the bed. “Sorry! I’m sorry! I-I don’t know what I’m doing and--” 

“Oi, stop it,” Kyo retorted quickly. Sighing, he sat up and pushed himself away from her. “Let’s try this another way. Like yesterday?” 

Tohru nodded hesitantly, watching as Kyo shifted and fell onto the bed beside her. 

“I’ll lay on my back and you can reach me easier, aight?” 

“Okay,” she murmured. 

Tohru laid her head on his chest, his skin warm beneath her cheek. Reaching downward, she decided to be just a bit daring and make this easier on both of them movement wise. She tugged his boxers down slightly, revealing his length to the room as it bobbed slightly. Tohru nearly squealed at the sight of it. So strange… Nothing like she thought it’d really look like in person. 

“Oi, don’t stare at it,” Kyo squeaked. 

Tohru quickly looked up at him seeing his face completely red. “Ah! Sorry.” 

“N’ stop apologizin’,” he muttered. 

Tohru wanted to do this for him. So she took him gently into her grasp, rubbing the skin gently so as to not hurt him. She heard him sigh above her, and suddenly his hand clasped over her own. 

“Like this,” he said and used her hand to stroke himself up and down. 

Tohru’s eyes widened at the motion. That wasn’t exactly what she thought was required of her, although, she didn’t know what she expected. He squeezed her fingers around him, causing her to tighten her grip just slightly. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, “like that.” 

She continued the movements, stroking him from base to tip, following his motions. He released her hand and she continued on without his guidance. She realized that different speeds garnered different reactions. The little soft groans and moans he let out only fueled her desire to pleasure him. As she increased the speed of her movements with a flick of her wrist, she noticed him breathing harder. He panted and whined, making all sorts of sounds she never would have expected to come from the man she loved. Kyo gripped the sheets, teeth clenching. Tohru swallowed at the sight, somehow it only made heat pool in her own gut. 

“ Fuck, Tohru.”

Tohru nearly yelped when he came as it took her by surprise, taking her out of her own arousal.. He spilled on his chest and some oozed over her fingers. She tried not to be grossed out. It only made her curious, if anything. 

Kyo huffed a breath, sitting up on his elbows. “Sorry, shoulda warned you about that,” he blurted. 

“No, no! It’s okay. Wait here, let me get you a towel!” 

Tohru quickly left the room, careful not to touch anything with her soiled hand. She washed her hands before grabbing a cloth and soaking it with warm water. When she returned, Kyo hadn’t moved just as she instructed. His amber eyes watched her as she cleaned his essence from his skin. She’d have to wash that cloth carefully. The last thing she wanted was for their housemates to know of their slowly budding intimacy. 

When Tohru returned after placing the cloth with the dirty laundry, Kyo had righted his clothes and had apparently gone and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his room. He lounged on her bed, making Tohru smile as she reentered the room. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hi,” she replied as she slipped onto the mattress beside him. 

“You okay? Not scarred for life or anything?” 

Tohru giggled at that. “No.” 

Kyo pursed his lips for a moment, cheeks pinking a little. “You, uh, need me to touch you too?” 

Tohru’s face went hot. “No, no! This was about you, Kyo.” 

Snorting, he shook his head. “This isn’t about taking turns, Tohru, it’s about the feelings, right?” 

“I guess you’re right… b-but I should get started on dinner soon. But I…” she trailed off, glancing away shyly. “I really liked this. I want to continue, if you don’t mind.” 

Kyo smiled slightly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

[ninjakasuga]

Sonally Celebration, Year 3, Day Seven & Eight.

Sonally Celebration Week, Year Three, Day Seven & Eight: Slip & Rest.

Due to work wearing me down some I took day seven off and combined both prompts together since they can work nicely together. I had a blast again this year, and maybe I can muster the drive to get my solo-writing back on track, as well as get back to some hiatus’d RP’s I owe people.

Slip & Rest:

Setting her stylus pen down, Sally’s eyes glanced over the proposal she had finished penning on her tablet device. Once she was satisfied with the outline, and it’s concise word usage, she manually saved the document, and then had it sent to each of the Acorn Council members to go over, and give their input before they agreed on a finalized draft to implement. “Done, and done! Nicole, what's next on the docket for today?”

Materializing from one of the many holographic emitters through the castle, Nicole the Lynx appeared. Sporting a rather nice looking lavender, women's business suit. With the dress shirt under the suit jacket a lovely cream-pink. Hands folded, she smiled at Sally as her eyes closed briefly. “Absolutely nothing else! You’re finished for the day!”

Sally blinked, and looked at the clock at her desk, “How can that be? It’s only two o’clock, I should have more work until four or four-thirty. I could have sworn I had a remaining proposal to look over-.”

With a simple wave of her hand in a dismissive gesture, Nicole interjected politely. “You did, but I delegated it, as I did the rest of your itinerary.”

Flabbergasted, Sally pushed back from her desk, but remained sitting. “W-why?! Why did you do that Nicole? Some of those documents could use my oversight!”

“Yes, but also no. None of them were documents that couldn’t be looked over by the right delegate who is knowledgeable of the topic. They will have to cross your desk again, but for today others can do your work.” Hands now behind her back, Nicole’s smile faded, her expression now mild disappointment, and also full of concern. “You’re starting to overwork yourself again, and above all else, you’re still recovering from your ‘slip’.”

Grimacing, Sally looked down at her right leg, which was in a cast. “I’m sitting down, and off of it-.” “Doctor’s orders were to elevate it as much as possible. You can’t do that at a desk.” The Lynx stated in a firm, chiding manner as she moved closer and eyed the leg in question. “Why aren’t you doing this from bed or a couch at least?”

Sighing, Sally dragged a hand over her face. “Because, I get comfy, and I want to rest, I start to let my mind wander, or get nap-craven…”

An amused expression crossed the cyber-lynx’s face as she steps closer and places a hand on Sally’s shoulder. The nanites in her hologram made her body solid so she could do so. “That’s what you get when you don’t get enough rest. Your body will eventually start to remind you it has needs.”

Whining a little, a rarity from Sally unless she was ‘tired’. “I just have so much to do-.” “You have people to delegate your workload, myself included.” Reminded Nicole with an all-too-familiar tone of playful snark. “Sally this isn’t the war, you don’t need to take the world on your shoulders.”

Running a hand through her hand, Sally sighed again. Deep down she knew Nicole was right, but she had her reasons for being hyper-focused on certain aspects of work. “I know, I know, but after what happened in Spagonia last year, I wanted to hit hard on stemming any further diplomatic issues that have cropped up since-.”

The hand on her shoulder softly squeezed, empathy deep in Nicole’s voice. “I know you’re worried about a repeat of the kidnapping. Nor have any relations with other countries soured over bad diplomacy; but the whole incident was staged by a handful of greedy jerks.”

 “Greedy jerks, with a lot of pull, and a decent sized following of morons who bought their spiel, hook, line and sinker.” Sally reminded Nicole, shuddering as the memory of the whole incident made her heart clench in terror. The fear of someone wanting to hurt her babies to get back at her never truly left her. “I can’t let that happen again, ever.”

“None of us want it to happen again. That’s why we made those bracelet watches with two of my A.I.’s to be with them at all times. Whisper and Tangle are their new bodyguards and they’re among the best, and you and Sonic have been teaching them to defend themselves. In fact…” Nicole gestured to Sally’s leg. “That’s how you got that, you got over-zealous showing them some of your moves.”

A blush formed on Sally’s cheeks, going up to the tips of her ears. After the kidnapping incident, both Sonic and she wanted to start the children learning some basic self-defense. They made it a full family event with all four of them practicing, and the kids were really receptive. Then again, they always liked to see their parents show off for them, and neither Sonic nor she could resist those eyes, and pouty lips for too long.

So Sally decided last week to really show off some of her acrobatics. Even after all these years, a lot of it just came back to her, even the skills she rarely used since the war (she did keep up some of her training as an exercise regime) she found herself slipping back into use without too much catch-up practice. However, Sally was now over thirty, and was a bit more… ‘filled-out’ since her teen years. So during one wall-flip and somersault onto another surface maneuver, she miscalculated and ended up landing on her one leg, the wrong kind of way.

Luckily the break wasn’t bad, but of course Dr. Jolene had insisted on bed-rest for the majority of the next month, and to stay off the leg as much as possible. For the first two weeks, Sally obliged the order; until the itch to crack at her work got the better of her. Deep down Sally knew she was being somewhat unreasonable, but she couldn’t just be lazy all day when things had to be done!

Realizing she’d been silent for a time, and Nicole was looking at her with curious concern. Sally shook her head. “I'm well aware of how my leg got injured.” Hands on her desk, she stood up, making sure to lean on her good leg, and not let go of the desk. Reaching for her crutches, she managed to slip them under her arms and eased from the desk. In such a quick motion, Nicole didn’t have a chance to offer to help her with them. “In anycase, even if my other tasks have been delegated, I can still stop by the Council Chamber to-.”

Having had her fill of indulging the notion Sally might listen to reason and ‘rest’, Nicole decided to act and clapped her hands. Instantly she was connected to the intercom of the library. “Sonic, your lovely wife is trying to hobble out to the Council to work when she should be resting.

Eyes wide, and panic setting in, Sally glared at the Lynx who just smiled widely. “Nicole you traitor!” She turned to try and ‘hobble off’, but she could already hear not one, but three ‘booms’, followed by the sound of fast footsteps. Sally could only make a ‘meep’ sound as the door to her office flew open, and there stood her husband and children. “H-hey you three, you didn’t need to interrupt afternoon reading time. I was just seeing myself-.”

Sonic didn’t say a word, he simply crossed the distance, and instantly scooped Sally into his arms. Carrying her just like he always did. “Save the excuses for the Doc, you’re going back to bed. No work, at all. Nicole hun, can I count on you to do your thing?”

“Always my main Hog.” She smiled ever widely, nodding and with a bow, her physical form dissolved as she rejoined the castle’s nanite-network to go about her duties.

Wiggling in Sonic’s grasp, Sally puffed her cheeks, trying to look miffed, but only made herself look like a petulant child. “I can move on my own! I have crutches!” “Denied babe, kids, can you pick up the crutches for me?”

“Yes Dad!” The two seven year olds each grab and crutch and heft the item. The two lay their gazes upon their mother, practically mimicking their Father’s disappointment.

“Mama…” Kathleen puffed her cheeks, and attempted to intensify her glare. “You’re supposed to be resting!”

 As they followed their Father into the hallway, J.C. began to count off as he joined his sister in roasting their mother. “Doctor’s orders, Dad’s orders, Auntie Nicole’s orders, Aunt Bunnie and Uncle Twan’s orders-.”

“I know, I know!” Sally threw up her arms, admitting defeat, if not entirely in a graceful manner. Arms crossed she grumbled as Sonic carried her, she looked to her husband. “Isn’t carrying me a bit much?” She seemed to get more antsy about this fact, than her family putting her in the spotlight.

“Nope.” With a foot he kicked the door open softly, yet swiftly.

“...Aren’t I heavy?”

“Still nope.” Sonic eyed his wife, taking notice of his wife’s look of self-consciousness about the weight comment. “Hey kids, can you do me a solid?” He turned his head to regard the apples of his eye, smiling all the while.

“What can we do for you Dad?” Asked J.C. as he set the crutch he had carried against the wall. Something his sister mimicked as they both gave Sonic their full attention.

“Zip to the kitchen, and if Miss Cream’s there, ask her to whip up some pasta, garlic bread for dinner, and whatever else you two want. After you’re done, go and play, I got Mama from here.”

“Are you sure Daddy?” Kathleen raised an eyebrow. “Mama can be wily.”

He chuckled, gosh the kids were picking up those fancy words their Mama liked to use. “She can, but I can be more, that word you used. I got this.” He smiled and winked at the two children.

After a beat, the two children shared a look. “They’re gonna be gross.” Kathleen surmised after a moment. “Probably.” Her twin nodded, and the two rushed out of the room, making sure to close the door behind them. “Sheesh, us gross?” He grinned at Sally as he brought her to the bed, carefully settling her into her side. “How slander’in can you get? By our own kids!”

Unable to help herself, Sally giggled, lifting her leg as Sonic fit a pillow under her cast-laden limb. “Well to them, us kissing and being cuddly can be seen as gross.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged, gazing at his beautiful wife for a moment. Soaking in the view before taking her hand into his. “Something up Sal? I mean besides you not taking bed-rest orders, why’re you so touchy about me picking you up? Do you really think you’re heavy or something?”

“W-well…” The blush returned, from her neck to her ears. As those emerald eyes gazed upon her she looked away. “W-well I am, thicker than before-.” “Sal, it’s called having kids. Even I know most women have some ‘thicc’ added afterward. You’re still gorgeous as ever, plus you still work out, and keep in shape.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the last person I’d consider fat hun. Why did someone accuse you of such?”

“No, no this is entirely on me. I’ve just noticed it more, at how ‘thicc’ I am as you’ve put it. Plus without being able to work out due to my leg, it’s like...I just notice so easily when I’ve gained weight.” She rubbed her arms, feeling so vain about being worried over her figure or weight. “I just, wonder if I was off my jump that messed up my leg because of all this extra weight on me…”

“Ahh, I see…” Sonic still felt she was being silly, but he knew he shouldn’t dismiss her concerns either. Kicking his shoes off, he rounded the bed and climbed on from his side so he could sit next to her. Slipping his arm around her waist he leaned in and rested his cheek to hers. “Sally, sweetie, trust me you’re still fine as ever. That said, I could ask the Doc if there’s some exercises you can do without your legs, and we can ask the cook staff to give ya’ mostly light meals until you’re well enough to exercise properly again.”

“I think I would like that…” She murmured, leaning into him and enjoying the contact.

“As for your weight being why you got hurt… We’re both getting older, but Sal, babe, lookit me.” Once she did he leaned in, kissing her softly. “Just cuz’ your hips, boobs and thighs are a li’ thicker than before. Doesn’t mean you still aren’t looking after yourself, you keep in shape, and well… babe, last year you tore through a buncha armed idiots with just a sword, boots and fists. None of em’ laid a hand on you. You are not losing your touch.”

“I guess, I am being a bit silly…” Sally was still not entirely convinced, but it was nice to hear Sonic’s words. Sure he could charm and butter up anyone if he tried; but she knew him well enough when he was BS’ing. Now wasn’t the case. “Although I could argue you are biased.”

He merely grinned. “So I’m biased, I happen to enjoy being biased toward the woman I married.”

“Good to know, though truth be told.” Nuzzling his cheek, Sally peppered him with soft kisses. “I’m rather biased toward the wonderful man I married.”

After the two embraced again, Sonic leaned back and gently booped her nose. “Now if you’ll just relax and get some rest…”

“I get it, I get it, I know when I’m licked Sonic.”

His eyebrows waggle, “I haven’t done any of that… yet.” A laugh tore from her throat as she lightly smacked his arm. “Sonic!! Hahaha, oh you’re terrible!” “I dunno, you didn’t complain last time.” Arms reclining behind his head, the hedgehog clearly enjoyed his wife’s laughter at his admittedly naughty commentary.

“N-no, I didn’t…” Snerking, Sally shook her head, fighting another blush on her cheeks. “I’m sorry I’ve been difficult, I just… I feel compelled to see things through myself.”

“I get’cha Sal, still, relax, rest.” He insisted as he eased her against her pillows. “I’ll rest with ya’.”

“Going to keep an eye on me, huh warden?”

“If the shoe fits.” He shrugged, his infuriating smile remaining on his face. 

With a dramatic sigh, Sally reclined against the pillows, arms up as if she expected to be cuffed and hauled away. “I submit myself to the court.” “Just be sure to repeat that, as the kids are just as concerned as I am.” He stated playfully, going for one last dig. A bit low, but he wanted her to contemplate on that.

“Ouch… right, ughh.” She dragged a hand over her face. “I probably haven’t been setting a good example for them…” Knowing her children, they would milk that for all they could.

“Eh, I can’t be the only one giving em’ bad habits.” Sonic conceded with a mild shrug, before wrapping his hand over hers. “Now, how about we just lie here and chill here until supper is ready?”

Smiling softly, Sally squeezed his hand. “It’s a date, Sonic.”

[mel10rism]

OKAY SO I'VE SEEN SO MANY UNREALISTIC STORIES OF SIBLINGS AND AS THE OLDEST OF THREE CHILDREN I'M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING IS UNREALISTIC SO PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS BECAUSE IT WILL SAVE YOU FROM ANNOYING THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF PEOPLE WITH SIBLINGS

-They will get mad at you for being greedy and taking the biggest thing and then try to take the biggest thing next time

-They just leave your shit on the floor after using it

-They always bug you and your friends (this goes moe for younger siblings)

-They leAVE THE DOOR OPEN ALL THE TIME

-They say they won't tell anyone but start hinting as soon as you're with the parents

-They don’t really apologize unless parents make them. They just kinda slowly act normal and annoying again

-They'll come into your room and touch random stuff until you yell at them enough to get out

-I have to literally measure everything we share because they're so adamant that everything is the same

-They'll ask for one of your things and take it anyway if you say no

-If you're the same height/weight/size they'll steal your clothes and will keep wearing them until you notice

-If you steal their clothes, be prepared to take them off and give them back right then and there

-They for some reason love to blackmail you

-If they're in trouble for something they did, they'll definitely bring up something bad you did too. ESPECIALLY if you were the one who got them into trouble in the first place

-They'll sometimes get mad over the weirdest things

-There are these strange periods of time where they're randomly loving and actually willing to help out and then someone will do something and they're like nope bye

-We honestly just ignore each other half the time. Not because we're mad but just because we have our own separate lives

-We do NOT, and I repeat, we do NOT call eachother "bro" or "sis"

-When one of us is cleaning out our stuff, we sometimes give the other all the stuff we don't want to keep but don't want to get rid of yet

-HAND ME DOWNS

-They're always jealous of something you have and you're always jealous of something they have. It's usually something shallow tbh, like the LED lights in their room or something

-They'll get really annoyed when they have to change their plans or schedule to fit you in. Like bruh I was going to go to the shop to buy chocolate and now you want to come along to buy your 43rd animal plushy? Nevermind then lmfao

-WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS IN THE WAY??? LIKE CAN YOU MOVE????

-When you're on a video call or texting someone they'll always stick their nose in and want to know who it is

-When you're on a family video call they'll usually hog the screen and stick their face right in the middle so no one else can see

-Sometimes they pester you about the most random of things

-It's usually the most out of place occassions that you bond the most on

-The older/oldest sibling is likely to be hella bossy as a small kid

-There are usually things that siblings will bond over and have fun with together but they usually don't come up very often

-We're not super mean to each other all the time but we're not overly nice either. Usually it's just existing with them and being nice and stuff with the occasional (or not so occasional) snarky comment

-At least one of them always eats all the good food and leaves none for anybody else

Let me know if I missed anything!!

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Let's say Megatron wants to have his Bride and Knockout wreck him to Pit and back, but Bride is still feeling petty over the whole 'Knockout is pretty' incident. So when dear doctor comes fully prepared and with clear experience of what his liege likes best, the two of them get a bit... Competitive. ~G🏩

(what can I say, your KO x Megs headcanons have some amazing hardcore stuff💥 If you feel like it, go wild with the scenario)

Let’s do this, let’s fuck up tits mcgee up here.

*this WILL include rough shit. Maybe overloading in wounds, maybe a shock stick up the valve- I’m making it up as I go along. But this isn’t for everyone, this is what MEGATRON would want. You have been warned.

“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A TIN CANNED WHORE!”

You could feel your vocal processor strain under your screams. You thought Megatron telling Knockout he was pretty was just him being an absolute dick bag. But no. Megatron had the gall. The NERVE to actually invite the medic to your berth. Knockout wasn’t even THAT attracted to Megatron. He just liked the big, powerful mechs giving him compliments and making him feel good. It’s why he just sat there and watched as you threw yet another vase at your sparkmate. This one hit him square in the chest, making him swear. He found you gorgeous while you were angry, but he knew better than to push it when you were in the throwing stage.

“You said I could invite ANYONE to the berth, so long as you were here too!”

“Not HIM! I’m a SEEKER, he’s a GROUNDER. You shouldn’t even be LOOKING at him!”

You threw a plate this time, barely missing his face. You were known for your tantrums, and while he found it stunning, he was also terribly fearful of getting too close. Hell hath no fury like a seeker scorned. You were looking around for something else to throw, before Knockout stood up, hands gently raised in hopes of getting you to stop, just for a moment.

“As much as I’m into watching a meltdown, why don’t we cool it down, just a bit? There’s no need to be jealous. Starscream is just as prideful as you, but even HE concedes that I’m pretty much a piece of art.”

You turned to look at him. This red tricycle actually had the nerve to say YOU were jealous. Your anger turned towards him now.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m saying there’s a reason why he wants him to frag him stupid. I’m gorgeous, I’m small, I’m quick witted, I can bring him to his knees in a sparkbeat- really stop me at any time.”

This ground pounder HONESTLY thought he could hold a candle to you. You couldn’t believe it. You folded your arms across your chest, arms perked all the way up, just in time to catch his attention.

“You think fragging him is just so easy, don’t you? It isn’t. He’s nothing but a hog in metal skin.”

“I just don’t think you know what you’re doing. Watch. Big M, on your knees. Now.”

“What?”

Knockout suddenly brought out his shockstick, and jammed it right into Megatron’s bust. After a cry of pain, he was brought to his knees, lightly swearing. You were about to kick his aft for hurting your Megatron (as much as he deserved it), when Knockout grabbed a hold of his chin, forcing his gaze upon him, and him alone.

“Pay attention, my liege. I don’t want to repeat myself. Now, be good, and open up that panel for me.”

Megatron obeyed promptly, and you watched as his shockstick was used to slowly rub against his big spike. Knockout looked at you, looking almost bored as the warlord slowly grinded against the weapon’s end.

“See, you really think I can’t do what you can do. You don’t think I can’t be pretty AND fuck his processor out. And all without wings. Take a gander. He isn’t even looking at you. It’s funny, how I could be his little bride, all without the tantrums and rules. I’m the medic. I know exactly what his body needs. You wanna cum already, don’t you big M?”

He looked down at the mech on the floor, and he nodded furiously. You had your wings spread out and everything, yet, this medic had ALL of his attention. Knockout tore his weapon away, before slamming his pede right on that spike. Megatron threw his helm back in a loud swear, and he overloaded, right over his pede. You wanted to throw Megatron out like yesterday’s garbage. How DARE he overload so quickly and easily? Knockout snickered as he dug his pede into him, forcing more beads of overload to dribble out of him, all with him groaning in clear satisfaction. Knockout lifted his pede up, and pushed it towards his drooling face.

“Clean me. Now.”

Megatron held onto his pede, and like the slut he was, he lapped up all of his overload clean off his pede. He did so hungrily, eager to satisfy. Knockout looked towards you, and had the nerve to fan you away, like some service drone.

“Why don’t you go and yell at some Steves? I’ll take care of him. Clearly you can’t.”

You couldn’t believe it. Megatron even went so far as to KISS his pede once he was finished. And Knockout didn’t even look mildly aroused. That was when you had an idea.

“Alright, how about this, you absolute stain. Let’s BOTH make this loser overload. Then, once he’s all dried up, we’ll see who HE likes best.”

“Megatron admitting I’M the fairest con on board the Nemesis….what bragging rights. Alright, deal. Just don’t scratch the paint once you lose, ‘bride of Megatron’”

He snapped his servos, finally making Megatron stop with the pede kissing. You both decided that as your ‘guest’, Knockout could go first. Knockout helped himself to your berth, sighing as he sank into the sheets.

“Oooh that is some soft stuff right there. Megatron, buy me these pillows once we’re done here, Breakdown would love these.”

And you thought Megatron was a whore. Knockout was here, toying with another mech, while he already had a hunk of a mech at home, waiting for him. Greedy. Megatron looked over at you in almost permission, before Knockout jabbed his shockstick right into Megatron’s neck, really getting throughout his frame. Megatron turned to look at him. Knockout shot him a grin, and after exposing his valve panel, made a ‘come here’ motion with his servo.

“Get over here. Show me what the pits of Koan have to offer~”

Megatron didn’t even hesitate. He was on that berth like a fly to shit, and his spike was in him faster than you could say ‘slut’. Megatron thrusted into him in a hungry, forceful fury, much to Knockout’s delight. It was funny, despite the fact that Megatron was on top, Knockout was the one in charge.

“You feel SO good-”

“Less talking, more fucking me. Make your little bride jealous~”

He even had the ballbearings to shoot you a wink as he said this, right before Megatron adjusted his stance, and REALLY started slamming into him. It didn’t help that Knockout was not only smaller than you (making his valve smaller), but the fact that he was using Megatron’s back as a scratching post; tearing through his metal enough to draw energon. All while he threw his helm back and offered such loud, slutty (and totally fake) moans of ecstasy. All while Megatron was eating it all up. You couldn’t believe the ‘yes, fucking scratch me’, and the ‘shove it all in me, big mech’ you heard between the both of them. It was like a shitty porno. And Megatron was enjoying every second of it. The berth rocked from the force of his thrusts, fluids sullied the sheets, and drool dribbled down his tratorious grin.

“You’re gonna overload, aren't you? I can feel you fucking throbbing.”

“I am. I’m g-gonna overload, let me just pull o-”

“No no no. Go on, overload in me.”

You stomped your pede on the floor, damn near ready to tear his helm off.

“Don’t you overload in that waste of paint.”

Megatron hesitated, only to have Knockout chuckle.

“No no no. Overload in me. Come on, stuff me. It’s nice and tight for you. I know you want to.”

Knockout then managed to hook his pedes around his shoulders, and with a good, tight grab of Megatron’s aft, he overloaded. He didn’t even try to hide it. He swore, he groaned, held onto the wall and everything. All while Knockout snickered. With a snap of his servos, Megatron slowly pulled out of him, revealing a full valve, slowly spilling out fluids as he rubbed at his node. All while Megatron stood there, holding onto the headboard, panting in clear content.

“I do believe it’s your bride’s turn.”

“You….might have to give me just a second, dear.”

You wouldn't believe your audials. Megatron needing a BREAK? Knockout smiled smugly, spanking Megatron right on his node, all while meeting your optics.

“Aw, was I too much for you, big grey? That’s fine. You take your time. Nothing important you need to do anyway.”

You were going to kill him. Completely and totally.

[remmushound]

Curse of the Clans part 11! @scentedcandlecryptid @selfindulgenz

They got to the town by morning. It wasn’t much of a town— more of a village by Leonardo’s standards. There was only one road, leading from one side of the town to the other, and all the inhabitants seemed to be the same creatures: rabbits. They weren’t the same species as Usagi however; their ears were short and erect, all of them sharing the same brown and black fur and similar, dull garments. They surely seemed out of place in such a white, snowy tundra.

Usagi stopped the cart and turned to Leonardo. “This is where we go our separate ways.”

Leonardo stared at Usagi for a moment, waiting for the punchline. When none came and the expression on Usagi’s face remained still and serious, Leonardo gave a weak laugh.

“You’re serious?”

Usagi tilted his head slightly. “I told you I could take you as far as the town.”

“Y-yeah, but— but that was before we had a bro-ment!”

“Broment…?” Usagi tilted his head to the other side.

“You know— bro moment! Bro-ment!”

“Well… er. Bro-ments aside, this is where we must part ways. In case you have yet to notice, you don’t exactly fit in around here.” Usagi nodded to the mammals, who were already starting to stare. “And I can’t have you calling unnecessary attention to me and Nuriyuki.”

“But…”

Usagi leaned into the cart and produced several coins, dropping them in Leonardo’s hand. “This is all I can spare for you. I wish you the best of luck, Leonardo Splinterson.”

***

The fresh meat was like pure gold to the badger cub's senses, the warmth of the lizard’s juices trickling down his throat and finding its way to the rest of his limbs. He finished the first lizard off very quickly, crunching through the bones so nothing went to waste, and made sure to lick his paws clean before digging into the second lizard.

Usagi chewed his dandelions slowly, the sharp taste was not bad, but far from good. It was filling and nutritious, and most importantly cheap. It would keep him going on the long road ahead. He sucked up the last of the stems in his mouthful like it was a noodle, taking the time to thoroughly chew and swallow before calling out to the night.

“I know you’re there, Leonardo.”

Leonardo gave a squeak from where he hid in the bushes.

“For a self-proclaimed samurai, you don’t know how to handle yourself around rabbits, do you? You should’ve stayed downwind. Come out now.”

Leonardo exposed himself to the light of the flame, his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to preserve the heat that tries to escape. He had spent the coins Usagi gave him on a cloak-like garment, but it did little to keep him warm. Usagi patted the stone beside him, inviting Leonardo to sit around the warmth of the fire. Leonardo held no shame in accepting.

“Why are you still here?” Usagi offered Leonardo a handful of dandelions.

Leonardo refused as politely as he could, his nose scrunching up at the sharp smell. He wasn’t that desperate yet. “I really need your help Usagi. I— I can’t do this alone.” It left a burning sickness in Leonardo’s chest to admit he needed help, but he didn't care about ego when his family was on the line.

“Can’t do… what alone, Leonardo?”

“I lied to you. I’m not a samurai, Usagi.” Leonardo admitted. “I just didn’t want you to kill me...”

“No.” Usagi gave a gasp of faux astonishment.

From there, Leonardo told Usagi his story as best as he could remember it. He found himself repeating sections of story like he always did but was relieved that Usagi brought no attention to the repeats. He listened quietly, head low, ears perked, until Leonardo reached the end of his tale.

“I’m… not from around here, and I’ve already lost two days and do you have any idea how hard it is to ask for help? I should’ve brought my inhaler! But first I would have had to buy an inhaler. Do you know how expensive inhalers are—?!”

“Shhhhh…” Usagi raised his paw as he gently shushed, far too lost with Leonardo’s strange words to try and understand them. “You can come along, no need for all of that..” Usagi bit off the flower of another dandelion. “My master always taught me to believe in fate.

“Fate?” Leonardo breathed. “There’s no such thing.”

“Perhaps.” Usagi twirled the stem in his fingers. “But I believe. You should not discount other’s beliefs just because they do not coincide with your own. You told me your story, Leonardo. Now let me tell you mine.”

I was born to the clan Miyamoto, and just as my ancestors, I was destined for the path of the samurai. From the moment I could walk, I was in training with the sword. And at the age of five, just like all bucks in my family, I was taken away to the most influential school in our province: The Dogra School for Gifted Young Samurai. It is a mouthful. Except, unlike most, I wasn’t taken alone.”

“The younger one is more ears than rabbit.” Said the black and white buck sitting on the left side of the lazy board, guiding the horses that drew the carriage.

“He is the son of Magistrate Miyamoto.” Said the buck rabbits brown companion. “The school has high hopes for him and Kenichi.”

“They better. Otherwise, we’d have drove the cart all the way out here for nothing.”

Further down the road, they pulled the cart to a stop. The creature barring their way was huge—even the tallest rabbit in the cart could only hope to be as big as one of his legs. The horses startled at the sight of him, rearing and whinnying and stomping their hooves. The lion didn't look up from where he was collecting his berries.

The buck rabbits looked at each other, then down at the lion. He acknowledged them with nothing but the flick of his ears, his paws too busy gathering to care about the approach of the cart.

“Katsuichi.” The black buck said finally.

The lion regarded him with a flick of his tail.

“You’re on Dogra School land again.” The buck went on, “The head master has warned you countless times. Go, and leave the berries.”

The lion breathed out a grunt as he stood up, his fur ruffling in the chill of his wind. He turned to face the cart of rabbits. The two rabbits kits tucked inside the cart peeked out to see why they had stopped. One of them had the traditional, small and erect ears that were desirable for most samurai, his fur a pure white if not for the single black finger on his right hand. The other kit was smaller, white with eyes like rubies and ears that flowed like silk. He had to push them out of his face so he could actually see what was going on; the ears seemed to have a mind of their own!

The moment the lion’s earthy eyes passed over Usagi’s red ones, the rabbit kit gave a yelp and ducked back down into hiding. The lion gave an amused chuff at the fright of the young, soon-to-be samurai, then looked up at the grown bucks.

“I simply want some berries for my breakfast cake.” The lion said, his voice rumbling like thunder.

“Get them off of your own land.”

“There are no berries on my land.” The lion said, “But here, you have more than enough to share.”

“Not if greedy lions keep hogging them all.” The brown buck growled. “You don’t need berries.”

“Need? No, I suppose not. But does that mean that I can not enjoy them from time to time?”

“Not when they’re stolen from our land.”

“Just put the berries down and leave, Katsuichi.”

The lion looked at the black rabbit, and then at the brown one. Then he picked a berry from out of the basket, twisted it around in his fingers, and popped it into his mouth. The fur of the black rabbit ruffled at the disobedience, eyes flashing, and he reached for the sword on his back. The brown rabbit held his arm out to still his companion, but both rabbits watched the lion with equal hatred in their eyes as he disappeared into the bushes with his basket of berries in hand.

[sterekchub]

Feeder for Hire

Fat!Derek and feeder!Stiles Get Beached: Challenge Week Word Count: ~3000 Prompts: Captive/Captor Relationship, Size Pride, Too Fat for Things Read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25550704 “You sure about this guy?”

For the last time, yes, Scott. I’ll text you his address and a photo and if you don’t hear from me -”

“ - by five in the morning, call the cops. I know the deal. You haven’t gone to anyone’s house in years. I thought you said no more?”

Stiles shrugged. “He’s hot as hell, we’ve done some video sessions before, and he pays…really well. A few nights a week with him and I can pay off this semester.”

“Have fun! Text me if anything…comes up.” Scott grinned, although Stiles knew he was still hesitant about how he made his income.

Stiles nodded, making sure he grabbed his keys, doubled checked he had his phone, the contract, and his preference lists in his pocket before leaving their dorm. Derek – although that could very well be a fake name – had met Stiles through a gainer website three years back, admitting he had followed Stiles’ page for awhile before messaging him. It had been a few months of exchanging back and forth conversations before Derek had asked about paid video sessions, and then in-person feedings. Scott was right, Stiles very rarely offered to do in session feedings, but Derek was a special case. Not only did he live only a few towns over, unlike most of the guys he dealt with, Derek was polite, almost embarrassed of his wants, tipped extremely well, and meshed well with Stiles. He had a snarky, quick wit and, from what Stiles had seen through a few pictures and fuzzy video screens, was exactly Stiles’ type.

Tall, dark, handsome, a wide bubble butt, thighs that rubbed together with each step, and a slightly furry pot-belly that was quickly becoming more of a blubbery gut as he passed three-hundred and fifty pounds, and kept going. Stiles has asked once if he had a goal weight. Derek admitted he didn’t know. He had already gained seventy-five pounds since he had first messaged Stiles.

Stiles had read through Derek’s profile a hundred times. He had requested short scenes, getting Derek through a stuffing, teasing and humiliating and forcing him to finish if needed. It was a little colder and more forceful than what Stiles usually liked to do with partners, but he wasn’t going to judge Derek for his interests.

1) Teasing and humiliation only. No praise. 2) Hitting/spanking/pain, okay. 3) I will provide the food. I expect to be forced to finish it all, by any means. 4) Funnel and tube feeding okay. 5) Tying down okay, rope or cloths only. 6) No blindfold. 7) You are not to let me come or touch myself until I’ve finished eating. 8) I will pay half up front, half when you leave. 9) Safe word: Triskelion

In return, Stiles provided a similar list, including his safe word, Scott. His were more focused on what he wouldn’t do, regardless of his clients’ request. It was a short list, mostly consisting of bodily fluids like spitting on clients, inflation, and serious pain. He had a feeling most would be a moot point with Derek, but he hadn’t felt the need to adjust his standard contract.  

*******

Their second session went similarly to their first, minus the awkward introductions. Once again, Derek had set out the same spread of food on his table. Pan of alfredo pasta, chicken, blender full of gainer power and ice cream, and peanut butter brownies.

“You must really love pasta.”

“Highest calories.”

“Do you like it?”

Derek only shrugged.

“Do you cook? I don’t have an oven or anything in the dorm, but if you don’t mind me using your kitchen, I could come earlier and help – ”

“ – I order delivery.”

“That’s a crime, man. You have a brand-new kitchen! Stainless steel!”

“More work.”

“Is that why you don’t talk much? Too much work?”

That earned him something that was close to a smile. “You talk enough for both of us.”

“Guess it is hard to talk with all that food in your mouth, Big Guy.”

“Does it look like I’m eating?”

“You better fix that, then. I’m surprised a pig like you could hold back around all this food.”

That did it. Derek’s eyes darkened in arousal and he immediately sank into his chair and pulled the chicken closer towards him. Dutifully, Stiles pulled up a chair next to him, poking him in the stomach periodically and making remarks.

“Slowing down already? You only finished the chicken; I know you aren’t done yet.”

“You didn’t get that figure from moderation.”

“Jeans a little tight? Hold up that flabby gut for me and I’ll unbutton them. Wouldn’t want that to stop you from stuffing your face with even more…”

It was more natural with Derek. Stiles often had to revert to a script with other clients, repeating a few phrases he knew they wanted to hear. He did have to bite back his urge to praise Derek for his sizeable appetite, tell him how good he looked blissfully stuffed, panting and belching even as he reached for more. It was a shame Derek didn’t want to be worshipped or hand fed, treated softly like Stiles would have loved to do.

“Can’t – urp – too full.”

Stiles held up the half empty pitcher. “Drink it.”

Derek groaned and rest both hands on the side of his overstuffed stomach. “’m gonna pop.”

Stiles desperately wanted to slide his hands under Derek’s shirt and ease some of that fullness for him. It took a lot of self-control and mental reminders of Derek’s request to instead push down on the curve of his gut, eliciting a huge belch. As soon as he opened his mouth, Stiles tipped the contents of the pitcher slowly down’s Derek throat.

“See? Plenty of room.”

“No – urp- no more. URP.”

“Too bad.” Stiles told him, making sure Derek swallowed another mouthful before pulling the pitcher back slightly. “Should have thought about that before you finished all that food like a greedy hog.”

“ ‘S not my fault,” Derek panted, dutifully gulping down a few more mouthfuls.

“No?” Stiles knelt down besides Derek, slipping a hand under Derek’s paunch to palm his throbbing erection. “You haven’t been getting hard, thinking about how much you’ve been eating? How fat this is going to make you?”

“I – fuuuck. How much – urp- left?”

“Only a little bit. Why don’t you finish it off?”

Derek took the pitcher from Stiles, breathing heavily, clearly pushing himself to finish the little remaining.

“Getting too big for this,” Stiles told him, pinching his fleshly lower belly with one hand as he took his time jerking Derek off with his other. “Going to need both hands just to hold up all this blubber. Can you even get yourself off anymore? Or is your belly in the way?”

Derek came with a breathless moan, cut short by him cursing and stifling another belch. Stiles wished he could see Derek’s face in its entirety, but from his angle on the ground, the mountainous sphere blocked his view.

Grinning, Stiles got to his feet. “Knew you could finish it.”

He gave Derek a few minutes for his breathing to slow, then gestured at his swollen midsection. “Want help with that? I give amazing belly rubs, dude.”

“Don’t – urp- call me dude.”

“Is that a no?”

“Yes. Go home. I’ll send you the other half of your payment.”

Stiles nodded unhappily. “Fine. Text me if you’d like to schedule another session. Goodnight, Derek.”

He left, leaving Derek slumped uncomfortably in his chair, jean unbuttoned, come splattered on his lower belly.

*******

“Derek, sorry, hi! I’m here. Only…thirty minutes late. Shit, I’m sorry. The jeep was having problems starting and then it started raining….”

“I started eating without you.” Derek shrugged.  “What was wrong with the jeep now?”

“Same thing. It’s an old car. It was pay for textbooks or pay for a new engine.” Derek looked guilty, like he was responsible for Stiles’ financial hardships, even though he was the main contributor to Stiles’ bank account, so Stiles added, “I’ll have it fixed next semester, probably.”

“If – if you ever need a ride or anything, you can borrow the Camaro.”

Stiles gaped at him. Derek was very protective of the car sitting in his driveway. Stiles had never seen a spot on it. He wasn’t even allowed to park the jeep anywhere near it because Derek was so afraid of it being damaged.

“You’re kidding.”

“No. I’ll have to get a, ah, roomier one, eventually.”

“Too much of a spare tire?” Stiles laughed, pressing himself against said belly so he could, just barely, reach behind Derek to grab handfuls of his ass. “Too much junk in the trunk?”

“Both. And if you’re done with the bad metaphors…. you’re soaking wet. Take off your clothes before you catch something,” Derek said gruffly. “You can borrow some of mine.”

Derek had a clear wet splotch on his shirt from where Stiles had leaned into him. Now that he was inside and less frantic about being late, Stiles realized he was shivering and dripping on Derek’s floor.

“Or we could both get out of these clothes and go upstairs.”

“That – yeah. Or that.”

It wasn’t what they usually did. Derek had rarely seen Stiles undressed, and normally Derek was too full to do much of anything in the bedroom. Stiles was happy to do all of the work, relishing the feeling of Derek’s belly resting against his back or riding Derek, watching his breasts and belly wobble. He frequently had to remind himself that Derek was a client, who requested teasing, not admiration and compliments, no matter how badly Stiles wanted to give them.

The contrast between them was even more apparent when they were together in the bedroom. Stiles threw his wet clothes by the doorway and eagerly got Derek out of his own.  Pressed up against Derek, he had the chance to really appreciate how massive the other man was. Stiles’ leaned against him to press their lips together and Derek’s waistline spread out to either side of him.

“It’s official. Can’t wrap my arms around you anymore.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Nope. You’re that fat.”

Derek pushed him down on the bed. “Not to fat to fuck you.”

“Yet,” breathed Stiles, grabbing Derek’s side rolls as he was pinned to the bed by Derek’s lard. Derek had himself propped up with both arms. His doughy belly still hung low enough to press against Stiles, but it kept his weight from being completely crushing. “Keep gorging yourself and you will be.”

“Think so?”

“It’d be a good look for you. Stuffed, too fat to get out of bed, laying there like a beached whale and letting me do all the work.”

“Mhmn. You’d be up to that?”

“I’d be my favorite job,” Stiles told him honestly.  “How long do you think, Der? Ten years? Five? I’ve seen all the ice cream in your fridge and the fast food wrappers the trash. Immobility isn’t that far away.”

“’S your fault.” He moved one hand to smack his gut, watching it quiver. “Getting harder to jerk off with all this in the way.”

“Awww, no wonder you need me. Your belly weighs more than me. Gonna be too much effort to try and find your dick buried in all that flab.”

“Fuck,” Derek moaned, rutting against Stiles. Beads of sweat were forming on Derek’s forehead from the exertion of holding himself up. Stiles swatted at his arm and tried to wiggle out from under him. The heavier man got the hint and collapsed on the bed next to Stiles, trying to catch his breath.

“Still up to pounding me into the mattress?”

“Give me…a minute.”

“Take all the time you need. Want me to bring the rest of your dinner up first?”

“…yes.”

******* Derek was dressed in a suit when he answered the door for Stiles. It was clearly an expensive piece, tailored to a man a few pounds smaller. The pants were stretched thin over Derek’s thighs and the jacket button was equally as stretched.

“Hey, Derek! That suit is a good look.”

“Work ran late,” Derek told him gruffly. “I didn’t have time to order the food. I’ll pay you for the extra time.”

Stiles waved a hand. “No worries. Rough day at work?”

“Yes.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Derek looked unsure. Stiles took a step forward and unbuttoned his jacket, helping Derek shrug if off, then started on his shirt buttons. After a few seconds, Derek burst out, “I hate being the asshole boss! I know – I know what they say about me behind my back. But they don’t understand! A missed deadline means we all look bad and with talks of layoffs and restructuring, we can’t afford any mistakes.”

“They’ll warm up to you. You’re secretly as soft as you look.”

“You don’t know me, Stiles,” Derek said tiredly.

“I know enough. You’re a good guy. Why don’t you relax? Take a bath, change, and I’ll order food. Sounds like you need chocolate. If you like chocolate.”

“What?”

“Chocolate. For bad days? Like chocolate cake?  Or ice cream?"

“It’s been awhile since I had either. I was going to order the usual.”

Stiles shook his head. “Trust me, if you’re upset, you’re going to feel awful if you stuff yourself. I had something else in mind, if it’s okay.”

Derek looked hesitant.  

“I was thinking, you eat your weight in desserts while I eat you out?”

“Let’s- yeah. We can do that.”

“Then get that fat ass in the shower,” Stiles laughed, “and I’ll bring the food upstairs when it arrives.”

******* Stiles had been hesitant since he walked in the door. Derek had been less talkative than usual, admitting only he stopped for fast food on his way home from work, before he had started on their nightly feast.

“Eating without me?”

“Ran into my ex,” Derek admitted through a mouthful of food. “Said a few…choice words about my weight.”

“So you went into McDonalds to spite her?”

“She’s a bitch.”

Stiles laughed uncomfortably. Derek was acting nonchalant, but still seemed upset. “Guess so. Look on her face must have been priceless.”

“Can’t have anyone thinking I got to be this size on accident.”

“The way you eat? I doubt anyone thinks that. How much did you order at McDonalds?”

“Twenty-piece nugget, double cheeseburger, milkshakes, two large fries.”

“Jeeze. Still think you can finish all this?” He saw Derek struggling more than usual to take bite after bite.  Derek took a bite and then gagged; hand clamped over his mouth like he was going to be sick.  “Are you okay?”

Derek took a few seconds, hand still clamped over his mouth, before swallowing and nodding weakly. “I’m fine. Must’ve swallowed too fast.”

“Maybe you should take a break for a little?”

“No,” Derek told him firmly, stabbing his fork back into the chicken, “I’m fine.”

Stiles could tell he wasn’t. His stomach was stretched out further than Stiles has ever seen, stretch marks an angry red. Derek had to be in pain. His arm was wavering, breath coming in shallow pants, each burp looking like it would result in a total upheaval of his entire meal. Stiles wasn’t sure he could sit and watch Derek force himself bite by bite to finish the sizeable amount of food left.

“Scott,” Stiles gasped out, “Derek, Scott.”

Derek immediately froze. “Fuck, are you – is it a panic attack? What…urp-  can I do?”

“No. No. I’m fine. It’s – I can’t watch you do this.”

“You haven’t had a problem with it before.”

“Usually you’re enjoying.”

“I can – urp – keep going.”

“You almost threw up. Tell me you didn’t, Derek.”

“Jus’ need a few minutes….”

“No.” Stiles slid the food a few inches away. Derek reached forward, belly grumbling audibly as he groaned in pain, and fell back into his chair, glaring at Stiles.

“Then you can go. I’ll pay you for the full session.”

“Dude, no way I’m leaving you like this.”

“Mmpppfh. S’fine.”

“No, it isn’t. Think you can make it upstairs?”

Derek made it, but it was a laborious task. Stiles helped him slowly to his feet and kept a steading hand on the small of Derek’s back as he waddled up the stairs, taking one step by a time in agonizingly slow steps, trying not to jostle his overstuffed middle weighing him down. He finally made it and sunk with a groan of relief on the bed.

Stiles bent down and pulled off Derek’s shoes and socks. “Stand up, Big Guy. You’ll be more comfortable with less clothes.”

“Ngggh.”

“Come on,” Stiles laughed, pinching his inner thigh, “only a few seconds and you can lay back down.”

Derek reluctantly got to his feet so Stiles could pull his jeans down around his ankles while Derek tugged off his shirt. As soon as it was done, he fell back on the bed.

“’M too full to do anything.”

“No sex tonight,” Stiles promised. “This might be better.”

He rubbed circles over the top of Derek’s gut, which was so taut with food it had lost its usual softness. Occasionally, he would stop to trace over the multitude of stretchmarks, or press a little bit harder, massaging away the soreness. Eventually, Derek’s heavy, labored breathing, belches and groans fell away to snoring and snuffling.

[let-it-show]

One Simple Theme Repeating

Love is a song that never ends One simple theme repeating Like the voice of a heavenly choir Love's sweet music flows on - Love Is A Song All around her the images moved, memories playing over and over and out of her control. The colors of some shone brighter than others, were louder than others. At first the overwhelming array caused her to hold her hands to the side of her head and close her eyes while she wondered why the glacier insisted on assaulting her so. A deep breath and Elsa was able to blink her eyes open. All the moving pictures before her were still so much to take in but as long as she made a point of focusing, she could take in what was on the wall of ice around her and understand why Ahtohallan had summoned her back from her ride with Nokk.

The rhythm of a certain knock caught her attention first and there was Anna in her little green dress and hair tied back in short, adorable pigtails. "Elsa?" her voice squeaked and she slid something under the door. The card alone came into focus. In contained a little drawing of a snowman with his stick arms out as terribly scribbled hearts lined the sides of the card. It was signed with 'LoVV, Annnn'. Elsa let a giggle slip. The little girl had tried.

The card became another card, a better drawn snowman, more hearts, and some snow. 'Love, Anna!' at the bottom. Elsa felt proud of her.

"I love you." Elsa whirled around in anticipation at the sweet sound of her sister's voice but was met with another memory. It was a colorful memory, but it couldn't make up for wanting to see her real sister standing there instead of the mere memory of Anna, holding her hands after thawing from solid ice.

Then she found herself turning yet again to the sound of her own very small voice. "I love her! She's mine!" There she was in a little light blue gown and blonde hair to her shoulders, holding an Anna that had to be a little over a year old. And Anna, she had a smile on a chocolate covered face as she clung to Elsa's arm.

"Darling, Anna needs to go to bed now, you will soon after-"

"No! She's my sister and not yours. I want to play with her more." Her father's voice was cut off by Elsa's small yet firm declaration.

The memory shimmered and swirled while Elsa smiled at her younger self. She'd been so protective and greedy when it came to Anna, hogging up any time she could get with her. Maybe that never should have stopped.

Green light came from her left and when she looked, she was with Anna during the first real birthday party she threw her. "I just wanted it to be a perfect day," she was saying dejectedly before going on about how she ruined it. Elsa watched as Anna stopped her and spoke to her with a face full of concern and adoration. She had felt so terrible about messing that day up, but as Elsa watched Anna tucking her into bed and serving her soup, checking her forehead and holding her gross, sweaty hands, she remembered how selfless her sister had been. She remembered how Anna's favorite part was taking care of her, being able to be completely loving toward her as she cuddled her.

A burst of wind nearly knocked her off her feet as she was suddenly swept from that memory to another. Her and Anna standing outside the shipwreck... "You are a GIFT!" Anna told her as she took her hands. Elsa remembered her heart swelling when she heard that but still far too buried in sadness and shame from what they had just learned.

"My favorite gift is you," she heard her voice sing throughout the room and she remembered singing that to Olaf. She remembered his smile, the smile he wore whenever they saw each other, whenever he was with them both. He loved so much of everything he saw and learned about. What was it that filled him with so much love, right from the beginning?

"An act of true love" Pabbie's voice echoed and Elsa saw herself making Olaf, saw herself making him talk to Anna and saw Anna running to hug him. Another card under the door from Anna, made with nothing but love.

Elsa let out a sob she didn't know she was holding. Her hands lifted to her face as she cried in both joy and longing. She was being shown the memories for a reason, to remind her of something she already knew. Love tied her whole life together and it was hers to hold it close, to let surround her once again.

Another gust of wind struck her and she followed it with a laugh out of the tunnels of Ahtohallan.

It was time to go to Arendelle.

[trashi-bee]

Caught Red-Handed Pt. 2

Pairing: Reader x Dom! Nikki x Vince x Tommy 

Warnings: 18+!!, language, hair pulling, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, face fucking, spitting, lots of smut. 

Lil summary: Honestly, just entirely filth... 

Second part to ‘Caught Red-Handed Pt. 1’,  so if you haven't, read that first xo. I took a while on this and I’m still not too sure about it, so if you enjoy it pls let me know. 

Requested tags: @my-names-blurryfvce​

Only a few hours ago had your dreams been mere fantasy, unattainable tales to never be experienced. Corrupt thoughts of the ill-mannered boys maliciously dancing through your head at all hours of the night, interrupting your sleep and wearing down your chaste psyche. 

You had tried so hard to avoid them, abstaining from giving in to the growing desires that wouldn’t leave you alone. 

Yet here you were, never had you been more prepared to completely and utterly submit to every immoral whim and desire these three boys produce. You’d been stripped of all your previously held ideals and all that was left was your undying ache for their touch. 

Nikki reaches forward and once again places his hand on your face, much more gentle than he had previously been. He cups your cheek and rubs his thumb across your lips in a soothing manner, slightly dipping his digit past your pout. He looks attentively into your eyes, searching for any trace of doubt. “You sure we can do absolutely fuckin’ anything?” 

You’re reminded of how close Vince is to your exterior when he pulls you entirely flush against his body, he tightly claps his hands around your waist, pressing his fingers into your sides. 

To the side you catch sight of Tommy waiting impatiently for the words to leave your mouth, his hand restlessly hovering over the belt keeping his jeans in place. 

Something so wrong has never felt so right, the lust that flows through your veins begs for further stimulation. “Please- don’t hold back”. Breaking his gaze with you, Nikki’s eyes appear to instantaneously shift in tone, his briefly soft and sweet glint transforming into something much more sinister. 

Glancing between Vince and Tommy, an ominous grin spreads across his face, showing off his teeth that have begun to resemble something comparable to fangs. The view parallel to a pack of wolves surrounding their weakened prey, “Your wish is our command, little minx”. 

Vince’s hands leave your sides and begin to slide up your body, stopping once they reach your shoulders. In an instant, you’re being pushed towards the floor. The pressure subjecting your knees to buckle, making you eye level with the groins of all three men. 

Having already begun to slide the belt off of his hips, Tommy reaches forward, sliding his slender digits through your hair, pulling you towards him. You’ve become so impatient that you bounce in anticipation, eager for Tommy to slide his trousers to the floor and use your mouth. 

Tommy notices you squirming beneath him, a hearty laugh erupts from his chest. “You’re a greedy whore, huh? could’ve fooled me. Sauntering around in your innocent little uniform, acting like such a virtuous fucking bitch, ignoring our advances”, retrieving his impressive girth from the confines of his tight pants, he violently tugs on your hair as to bring you even closer. 

“Maybe you can make up for lost time, yah?”, you nod, taking that as your cue to part your lips. Fisting his cock, Tommy places his tip at the entrance of your mouth, lathering your tongue in his precum. “Lick me like a good little kitten”, you oblige, lapping at his slit. The sweet and salty taste of his outflow prompted you to experience a temporary state of bliss. 

Chuckling from beside Tommy, Nikki speaks up “that’s cute, but I’m expecting a little more effort, considering this bitch did break into our house”. Placing his hand on the back of your head, you’re suddenly forced to take Tommy’s entire length, choking on the sudden loss of air readily available to your lungs due to the large intrusion present in your throat. 

Tommy takes control as to prevent you from pulling away, holding you down on the base of his cock. Gurgling and sputtering on his manhood, your eyes begin to water, several tears cascading down your crimson cheeks. Tommy peers downwards as to admire his handiwork, “I thought you looked good earlier, but I’ve never seen you look this fucking hot until now”. 

Once he decides you’ve endured enough, he swiftly pulls from your mouth, allowing you to catch several shallow breaths of air. Before you’re fully able to recover, he pulls you in again. Constantly keeping you in a loop of being unsure of when you’ll be allowed to breath once more.

“Fuck- Tommy, stop hogging all the fun”, Vince whines, reaching out to grab you as you’re released from Tommy’s unforgiving grasp. Taking a moment to glance at your surroundings, you’ve noticed all three men have completely disregarded their trousers, throwing them to the side, working on the removal of their tops. 

Your focus shifts back to Vince as he works to rip off your shirt, a look of amusement present in his features as he notices you’re not wearing anything beneath the fabric. “It’s almost like you anticipated this, bitch”. 

Taking his manhood in his hand, not as lengthy as Tommy’s but noticeably thicker, he strikes the side of your face in a frivolous manner. Slapping you with his length a few more times, he finally slides into your wet and waiting mouth. Operating at a pace similar to Tommy’s, he pulls your hair downwards so that you’re looking directly into his orbs, through tear filled eyes you manage to discern a brazen, flirtatious wink directed towards you. 

Jerking you off of his cock, Vince passes you towards Nikki. The lack of oxygen and the nature in which you’ve been used, hauled and drug around leaving you noticeably dizzy. Nikki smiles down at you, “I know you’re tired, little minx, but we’re far from over, open wide”

Instead of bringing you down on his length like the others had, he guides your tongue towards his balls, having you lick at his testes until bringing you up to lap at the underside of his cock. While the other boys were more than impressive, Nikki had them beat. His size is slightly larger in every sense. 

“You look so pretty under my cock like that, minx”, you giggle at Nikki’s lewd compliment, having been transformed into a vapid, mindless toy. “But, I think you’d look even better on my cock, get up”, he pulls you up by your hair, you clumsily stand. 

The tidy makeup that once adorned your face now tarnished, smudged across your skin. Nikki worsens the state, spitting in your face and pulling your abused lips to his own, claiming your mouth. No longer were you concerned with being pristine and demure, the excitement that came with being defiled was much more invigorating. 

Lifting you into the air as if you were weightless, void of any substance, Nikki holds you against his chest. His arms positioned under your knees and wrapped around your behind, palms flat against your ass, your arms lazily wrapping around his neck to keep you balanced. He bounces you in his grasp a few times, motioning the boys to step forward. 

Vince comes closer, sliding his hands across the exterior of your thin leggings. “These are really fuckin’ inconvenient, aren’t they?”, with minimal effort they’re torn in half, your underwear following suit seconds later. being so exposed to the three perverse men before you had you shaking in anticipation, your core aching for attention. 

Without any further restrictions, Vince is quick to place his hand on your waiting core, sliding his fingers through your soaked folds with ease. “God- you’re wet, you like being tossed around like a rag doll, a clueless little puppet?”, you eagerly nod, keen to finally have some stimulation. 

Nikki scoffs, amused by the desperate sight before him. “Let’s see how eager you are when you’re full of cock, hm?”, without any further indication Nikki fully sheaths himself within your heat. Your walls flutter and twitch, the invasion nearly too much to handle. Had you not been propped up in the air you’d surely attempt to run away. 

The feeling even further intensified as Vince enters you from behind, muttering profanities into your ear. Both men pumping into you at a steadily increasing pace, the movements leaving you unstable. 

Vince places his hands on either side of your head, turning your gaze towards Tommy, who’s currently sprawled across the mattress with his cock in hand. Eyeing the sight before him, he grasps his length, getting off on your destruction.  

Eyelids heavy, body barely able to operate, you sway against the two masculine bodies that envelop your frame. Whining and clawing at whatever your hands can grasp, you feel a pressure building in your loin that you’ve never experienced to such magnitude before. 

The assault occurring on your body is divine, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through your groin. Nikki and Vince develop a strong, regular, repeated pattern of rhythm that severs your correspondence with reality. Entirely unhinged, you tremor in their embrace, ready to burst at any given moment. 

Tommy calls your name, his words wavering as he comes to completion. The pace he set for himself faltering as his climax strikes. Ropes of cum leave his length, spraying across his abdomen in a lewd fashion. 

The sight of him unraveling before you pushes you to your breaking point, you whine and spasm as your body explodes with satisfaction, internal and external stimulation's guiding you to pure bliss. 

Both men exit you in perfect unison, leaving you yearning for their touch. Yet again you’re placed on your knees, all motions begin to blur together, the relationship you have with your surroundings wavering. 

You peer up, noticing Vince and Nikki working themselves above your frame. You open your mouth, awaiting their seed. Vince erupts first, covering your face in a thick layer of cum, the whines he makes desperate in nature. 

Nikki follows not far behind, pulling at your hair to pull you closer to his length. Strings of ejaculate land on your skin, some entering your mouth and interlacing with your locks. 

You swallow what you’re given, smiling up at the three spent men lingering over your form. 

Kneeling down, Nikki positions himself in front of you, “who do you belong to, little minx?” 

“I’m all yours” 

[fatyote]

You’ve completely lost any shred of self-control, haven’t you piggy? That wobbling stuffed gut is a testament to how far you’ve let yourself go. You’re helpless to stop stuffing your fat face at every opportunity, and it won’t be long before you’re completely blubber-bound. Immobile under your own greedy belly and sagging fat. And that turns you on even more, doesn’t it, you fat sack of lard? You’re pathetic, you’re only good for growing and being fattened. Let’s see how far you’ll go...

I really have, I’ve made such a complete hog of myself. I’m getting so damn heavy and huge and out of shape, and yet I can’t help but constantly stuff my face. It feels like with every day that goes by, it gets a little harder to waddle around, to heft myself out of my seat. It’s so much easier to sit on my expanding ass and eat and eat and eat, and it definitely shows.

I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, I just have no self control left when it comes to food and pleasure. It just feels too damn good to glut myself stupid, to constantly hit that point of stuffed where I feel pinned under my own belly, unable to do anything but rub and grope at my own fat and sleep it off. Only to wake up hungry again, repeating the process constantly even as the pounds relentlessly pile on. A testament to how much of a hog I’ve made out of myself.

And you’re right - it won’t be long until I’m pinned under my own fat permanently. Growing increasingly out of shape and useless, which only means I’ll sit on my ass and glut myself more. A cycle that has me headed for immobility at an unbelievable speed. And imagining that just turns me on and makes me hungrier. Huff.

[fairiesherefairiesthere]

All’s well that ends well (Fraxus)

tumblr decided to nerf my last post, so here we go again! A Fraxus fic feat. demon!Freed

Whispers about the well in the woods have been following Laxus since his early childhood. Warnings to not go there are being repeated every morning, even by his grandfather, who is by no means an easily impressed man. That more than anything keeps Laxus away from the place shrouded in mystery, until his decaying health brings him to the much talked about place anyway.

He's no older than nine when his father grabs him by arm and drags him out of the house. If he weren't coughing his lungs out, he might've protested. But as is, a black mist is dancing in front of his eyes and he can't stop sweating. For now, he'll close his eyes. His father might do a lot of hurtful things when Makarov isn't around, but he's never killed him before (his fever-muddled thoughts don't pick up that that's quite logical), so it won't happen now, right?

"Demon!" His father's bellowing snaps him out of his slumbering state and for a moment, he thinks his father is talking to him. After all, he's called Laxus a greedy money-sucking demon of a child before, so it wouldn't be that strange. Picking himself up from the ground his father dumped him on, he starts to take notice of his surroundings. His suspicions get confirmed when he sees the infamous well.

"Dad", he says nervously, tugging on his father's pants. "We're not supposed to be here, gramps says it's dangerous." Tsk'ing, his father gives him a swat. "Don't be a coward Laxus, I know you've got more potential in you than that."

Potential. Such a strange a word. His father uses it often, describing qualities he wished Laxus would have. Laxus wonders why he isn't enough yet.

"Your grandfather is a fool without ambitions. All that lurks in the depths of this murky water hole is a demon, who can grant your every wish. Of course you must pay a price in return, but that's only fair, right?" He waits for Laxus to agree before he continues his spiel. "So I'm going to ask it to make you a healthy boy. Aren't I a good father? Makarov knows about this demon too, but he would rather let you die than take a risk himself. The only one who cares about you, is me."

When his father puts it like that, there's no way that Laxus can disagree with him and little moments like this make him remember why he keeps loving his father with such fervor (desperation). It's because his father truly loves him and wants the best for him.

"So go to that well and ask to get better", his father orders him and Laxus briefly hesitates. When his father catches his questioning gaze, he scoffs. "Did you think I'd ask for you? I just explained, didn't I? It's give and take and we're here for you, not me. Be responsible."

The well that apparently harbours a demon, doesn't look all that threatening. The grey stones reveal nothing about the monster that lurks in the debts of those murky waters, but when Laxus trails his fingers over the edge, purple writing starts to light up. Because Laxus can't really peak over the edge, his father picks him up and places him right on top of the ledge. Before he can ask his question, he falls in and the water engulfs him, dragging him down.

When he comes to, it's completely dark around him. "State your reason for being here", a voice echoes through the space and there's no quality Laxus can describe to the voice, but he does know what it said. Probably magic. "I uh...", he gathers his courage. "I'd like to be healthy", he demands, before adding a meek "please" (Makarov said that one should always say please).

"Should I grant you your wish, what could you give me in return?"

He thinks about that and comes to the conclusion that he doesn't have an awful lot of things to offer and his father surely wouldn't chip in. "Is there something you particularly want?"  

A laugh makes Laxus' bones rattle and the demon speaks up again. "Aren't you awfully naïve? You don't ask a demon what it wants, because it's never something you can provide."

"You've gotta be a bit realistic, demon, I'm nine. I don't have a large fortune or a firstborn child."

There's a bit of silence. Then : "Fair enough. Here's the deal, every evening you bring me a share of your dinner and a sip of your drink. Should you fail to live up to this, then your health will not only go back to its former state, it will also noticeably worsen and you'll have to offer me something new on top of that to placate me."

"..."

"Yeah, tremble in front of this offer."

"How old are you?" The question slips out his mouth without Laxus' permission, but he doesn't  regret letting it. "That sounds like a stupidly simple thing, what are you, five? I might be the frailest kid in town, but I bet that even I'd bully you if you were a human child."

The darkness shatters and falls around him, with the sound of a thousand glasses breaking. A dark mass with one glowing purple eye approaches him and as Laxus scrambles to get away, the thing screeches: "I.AM.SIX." It's that irked declaration, combined with a high, childish voice that erases Laxus' fear completely and he bursts out laughing.

Apparently, the dark mass doesn't like this very much, as nearly a second later Laxus finds himself having a scratch on his eye. "Don't fool around. Do you take my graceful offer or not?" The high voice is still laughably childish, but there's an icy quality to it that makes Laxus' blood freeze in his veins. "I'll take it", he whispers and offers his hand. The demon doesn't take it, but Laxus suddenly finds himself standing next to the well, his father nowhere in sight and his right eye hurting like hell.

Against the odds, Laxus returns home. His father is pleased with the development and his grandfather is angry. Whatever, the man doesn't care about him anyway. He isn't too sure his father does either, so without offering either of them an explanation, he returns to his room. When it's time for dinner, he sets a portion aside and later in the evening, he brings it to the well.

A few days later, he brings another plate to the well and sighs when he sees all the plates from the days before, still filled with food. "You know", he says out loud, "If I have to travel here everyday, you might as well eat it. I haven't poisoned it or anything." For a moment nothing happens, but then the water starts rippling and the demon crawls out of the well as graceful as he can, which isn't anywhere near graceful at all.

Eyes full of lingering suspicion, the greenhaired child munches on some of the freshest food. "Dinner without companionship is a lonely, unbecoming affair", he mutters and Laxus feels a bit of sympathy for this lonely creature. He's not human, his too pale skin, purple glowing eye and horns would never allow him to fit in and the sight of his grotesque teeth would scare anyone off. "Don't you have parents?"

"No", the creature simply answers. "I'm born out of superstition and six years ago, I was given a definite form by a man who had a wish that cost him his life."

No more words are spoken that night, but from then on, Laxus tells the demon little anecdotes from his own life. Not too long after that, the demon hesitantly takes part in the formerly one-sided conversations and Laxus comes to learn that his name is Freed Justine, which is quite an ironic name as the demon is shackled to the well and the townsfolk love to call him a liar and a scammer, unlike his last name suggests. Over the years, he starts thinking of him as a friend.

"Freed", he hesitantly starts, "can we make another deal?" He's twenty and he hasn't ever left his hometown and so, he's been surrounded by the same people his whole life. Freed, who had been sunbathing on the edge of his well with a content face, comes to face him with a stern expression.

"What do you want so badly that you turn to demonic magic?" the boy asks, clearly disapproving. "Friends", he answers and completely misses the way the other boy's face crumples. "Adventure. A life outside this city."

"You'd have to give me something pretty big in return", Freed muses as he shoots Laxus a glance from underneath his eyelashes. "Considering you wouldn't be able to fulfill your first deal, should you leave this town."

"Ah shit."

"This is why you don't strike deals with demons buddy, it never ends in your favour." Rolling his eyes, Laxus gives Freed a noogie. As the demon protests, Laxus sighs deeply. "What did I say about teenage demon angst?" Freed looks at him from underneath a mess of green locks. "To not do it?"

"Correct." As Freed sighs dramatically because he's an insufferable attention hog, Laxus notices the setting sun. "I should go home, see ya tomorrow." Freed gives him a small wave in return. "See ya."

The following day, Freed hands him a pen. "Write me when you go", is all he says and Laxus has to press for more information. "You want to go, right? Just write me a letter every evening. You do not have to post it, all you have to do is pretend we're actually talking and I'll get the gist of it. Put just as much care and attention in those letters, they will be a replacement for the food. Now for the second wish..."

Laxus waits with baited breath, as he's not dealing with his friend right now. Now it's the demon talking him into a deal and he knows that he's going to take it regardless. "Every bond you make, every friendship you strike..." He waits for a moment, before he pokes Laxus in the chest. "Tell me about them when you get back."

"For someone so feared, your deals suck."

"Shut up and go already, loser." Before doing exactly that, Laxus turns to Freed to hug him. It doesn't work out like he wants it to, because he falls straight through his friend's form. The boy sends a bemused smile his way. "I don't have my own physical form, I'm only an idea. A need for miracles personified."

"That sounds afwul."

"Eh, it's whatever. Now Laxus Dreyar, state your wish." Whenever Freed practices his magic, the purple in his right eye turns so intense that Laxus forgets to breathe for a minute. "I wish to go out of this town, go on adventures and meet my own band of ridiculous but beloved friends."

"I hear your wish and in return, I'll share those adventures through tales you'll tell me." They clasp hands and Laxus' shoulder itches and burns. When he takes a peek at it, it's now decorated with a jetblack tattoo. "I improved my craft", Freed explains before he ushers Laxus to go.

A year later Laxus returns, with a friend in tow. "You guys really don't have to follow me, you know", he mutters as his newfound friend claps him on the back. "No way man!" the blue-haired eccentric exclaims. "I wanna know your deepest, darkest secrets. Spill em, baby."

"Hello there", Freed greets him warmly and regards his companion with interest. "Who do we have here?"

"Introduce yourself, moron", Laxus says while giving Bickslow a push in Freed's direction. "To who?" the man asks incredulous. "There's no one here buddy." As Bickslow scans the place in search of human life, Freed shrugs. "He hasn't struck a deal with me and he isn't planning to either. Physically manifesting is draining, so you'll have to tell the tales of your journey to the air."

Right at that moment, Bickslow jumps on the edge of the well, right next to Freed and stares him dead in the eye. "There." He pauses and Freed whispers: "I'm scared." Tilting his head, but never breaking eye contact, Bickslow reaches out. Before he can poke Freed's forehead with his index finger, the other grabs him by the collar and dumps him on the floor.

"Awtch, your entity isn't all too friendly. Do you think it'd let me see him?" Before Laxus can answer, the both of them have vanished into thin air.

It takes three hours before they show up again, Bickslow with a new tattoo. On his face. Like, smack-dab in the middle. "Why?" he asks Freed and the demon shrugs. "He wanted it." Laxus doesn't know if that's entirely right, but they're both weird enough to let things like that happen. "Anyway", he sighs, "want to hear about our adventures?" While telling stories, Laxus notices that Bickslow isn't fiddling with one of his dolls as per usual. Freed does absentmindedly dig it up during their conversation and Laxus can't help but notice that he's never had to pay with something so dear to him.

Another year later, their group has grown again and Bickslow is already bullying Evergreen with tales of the 'super scary demon' that was going to snatch her soul for sure. Sadly enough he's sputtering all of this nonsense within Freed's earshot, so Laxus doesn't feel sorry when the water splashes over the edge of the well and drags him down to his depths.

"Oh my god!" Evergreen screams and Laxus stops her before she can jump right after Bickslow (she might deny it, but she loves her brother in all but blood to death). "They're just roughhousing", he explains and surely, Bickslow gets spit out by the well and lands rather painfully.

Freed's head peaks up from his well, but he doesn't move to get out of it. "I'm tired", he mutters with his mouth under water, which makes his words sound like bubbling water. Patting his head, Laxus offers his sympathy. "Not a lot of jobs lately?" The demon shakes his head and Laxus feels for him. Freed looks kind of awful at the moment.

"You guys should've told me that you hallucinate in sync, then maybe I could've prepared myself for it", Evergreen says in a snappy tone and Laxus shakes his head. "We're not hallucinating, we're talking to the demon", he says and points at a waving Freed.

"Right." Evergreen gives him an unimpressed look before rolling her eyes. "I'll believe you because Bickslow is a nutjob. Hey demon!" she yells in the well and Freed mutters: "Why does everyone keep yelling at me? I can hear perfectly fine, thank you very much." The two of them disappear and reappear in the same fashion he and Bickslow did a year ago. Now, Freed's hair is held together with the elegant flower hairpin made out of jade Evergreen had gotten from her mother. In return her ankle is decorated with a floral design. Once again he shuts up about the price.

Later that evening, it's just the two of them and looking at Freed sitting peacefully underneath the moonlight, eyes shining with serenity, Laxus can't help but notice how handsome he is. He files that thought away for later. "Hey Freed", he muses while looking at the starry sky, "What would it cost to have you travel with us?"

When he doesn't get an answer, he turns to face his friend. His eyes are wide with disbelief and he closes his formerly open mouth with an audible click. "I don't know Laxus. That would cost me more magic than mere objects can offer and please, do not ask me to take more than that from you." Freed looks so sad at the thought of that, that Laxus swallows down his offers to do exactly that. "Okay", he says, but the thought won't leave his head at all.

The next morning he gets dragged back to the well, who both declared "Well that won't do!" when he had told them about his conversation with Freed the evening before. "Hello, we're here with a four way deal", Evergreen declares and Bickslow adds : "It's like an orgy! Just as magical, just way less sexy."

"Hey, I hate you", Evergreen bites back, before turning back to Freed. "Draw the magic you need from us three, that would lessen the load on each individual. Could that work?"

"It could work, I think", Freed hesitates and Laxus throws him his headphones (he used to use those to ignore the sound of his father and grandfather fighting, they're irreplacable to him). "Here, since I've never given you an actual object. Work your magic demon boy, we're leaving today."

They all notice that this deal takes quite the toll on them. Every night they're asleep faster than one could say 'demon' and throughout the day, they also often get tired. But it's worth it, as Freed looks happier than he's ever seen him and he gets excited whenever he learns something new. He still doesn't have an actual body though, as that would take a too big toll on his friends. Freed, Bickslow and Evergreen also share a bond that Laxus would describe as familial and more often than not, those three brats gang up on him (he loves them).

Whatever the relationship between Freed and himself is, he doesn't quite know. They're closer to each other than the others, because of their earlier established friendship and because of something else Laxus can't quite name. But when he's feeling down, he knows Freed'll be there to cheer him up and whenever Freed has a new idea to trap another human being inside a cage of double edge words, he sends Laxus this particularly mischievous smile and without exchanging words, Laxus knows what he's about to do and he smiles back. The way they deal with each other is filled to the brim with wordless, nearly effortless communication and fond gestures.

It's the day of Laxus twenty-third birthday when he knows what he's feeling for Freed. They're strolling through some quiet town and Freed, choosing not to be visible to anyone but Laxus, has taken on the task of dramatically and sarcastically narrating the life of the villagers. While the man's particularly engrossed in a tale he made up about the baker's son, the sun hits him from behind, encompassing him in a golden halo as he unattractively snorts at his own very bad pun. Laxus has never desired another quite as much as he does now.

He doesn't tell Freed that day, but he puts more attention in their interactions, in his gaze and if he could, he thinks he wouldn't be able to stop trading innocent little touches with Freed. But although Freed has confirmed that he too, loves Laxus (it's a big word, but he'd never use it in any other way), he has also been keeping a distance between them. A confrontation that's less than pretty (from both sides) reveals that Freed doesn't want to start a relationship if he can't fully commit to it.

"Laxus", he says with a wavering voice, "my heart, my soul, my love, it's all yours. But none of these are things I truly possess, I have nothing I can physically offer you. Would you like for a mirage, a cheap imitation of a human, to tell you that you are loved by it? It wouldn't even be able to accompany you at all times, unless you (or your friends) pay it with your very own lifeforce. Please, do think of yourself."

If Laxus were to think of himself, he'd press the matter and repeat to Freed that he loves him every damn day. But thinking of Freed and the misery it'd bring him, he drops the matter and doesn't do that. Since he can't erase the words of appreciation from his mind, he writes them all down. How smart he thinks the other is, how cunning, how funny, how much he appreciates Freed's soft heart (even though the demon denies it every time), how easily he cries at stupid romantic books when no one's looking and how much like a reward it feels when Laxus makes him smile. Every day he writes those feelings down, with the pen Freed had given him a few years ago, forgetting that the object still carries the gist of his ramblings to Freed.

Laxus is twenty-seven and on his way to the well with his band of friends (they've made a tradition of visiting it once a year), when tragedy strikes. They're resting, tired from the journey they've made and Laxus is about to take a nap when Freed appears in his peripheral vision. He's wearing a too wide grin when he asks if Laxus is hot. "Of course I am, it's July and way too fucking hot", he complains and freezes when Freeds snaps his fingers, dumping him straight into the nearby river.

When he rejoins his group, Freed's still laughing at him, but stops when an object meets the ground with an irony clink. It's Ever's hairpin and the woman bristles at Freed. "Man, that thing is important to me!" she yells, but Freed doesn't seem to hear her. It's because Laxus is standing in front of him that he sees the purple light dying in Freed's eye and as he reaches out to him, the demon falls right through his arms and disappears, leaving nothing behind but the hairpin, the doll and Laxus' own headphones. It happens so fast, that there's no chance for them to even say goodbye.

Stunned, the three of them watch the objects and it's Bickslow who snaps them out of their stupour. "The well", he says, "something must've happened with it." Although they've never found an explanation for it, Bickslow does seem to have an unusual sense for all things abnormal. As such, Laxus turns on his heels and sprints the last miles to the well, arriving to a scene of utter chaos.

The villagers he's known all his life have gone at the well with about every weapon they could find, leaving only a couple of stones behind. His grandfather, bless the man, is putting it back together stone by stone. Makarov however, is too small and lonely to make any difference and the destruction of the well proceeds far faster than the reparation process.

The first sentence that stumbles out of his mouth is : "I thought you hated this place." Makarov scoffs at that and explains his reasoning rather loudly, intentionally attracting the attention of the crowd. "I don't hate this place, brat, nor the generations of demons that have housed here. People just need to keep the price for their wishes in mind and they seldom do, so it's easier to tell them to stay away. People love to complain about the consequences of their actions."

"We're not tearing this place down because of the prices that were paid!" a man yells and some woman continues: "Yeah, we're destroying it because this useless demon hasn't listened to our wishes for years! First he terrorises us and then he decides we're not worth his time? Away with the devil!" There's too many people to fight all at once and Laxus doesn't know how to stop this madness. He wishes he did.

Oh. An idea forms inside his head, so stupid that he's almost certain it won't work as soon as his mind comes up with it. But Freed had always like to say that words and their implications matter and that one should keep all meanings of a single word in mind. So he moves to the remnants of the well. "Demon!" he bellows, knowing Freed absolutely hates 1. people yelling at him 2. one of his friends calling him by anything but his name. He hopes that it catches his attention.

"I've come to strike a deal!" he yells and the villagers halt their efforts to watch this spectacle. He's nervous as hell, but the sight of Bickslow and Evergreen, who finally caught up with him, does calm him down. "I offer you my life", he continues and he feels the air going static with magic. "I offer you my life and Freed Justine will live as a human being. It's a demand, not a wish."

"Are you crazy?" Finally Freed appears looking angry and Laxus can't help but smile. "Yeah. I offer you my life in the highest and most binding of contracts. My heart, my mind, my body it's all yours." While Freed looks more and more angry, Laxus drops to one knee. "Marry me", he simply says. "And live beside me as a human being."

The magic in the air swells to a point where it's nearly unbearable and then it dissipates all at once. Freed is standing above him, smiling in that particular way when he thinks Laxus has been especially clever and it nearly makes Laxus' heart beat out of his chest. With a little sob, Freed collapses on his knees in front of him and Laxus has the luxury to be able to hold him. "Of course I'll marry you, crazy bastard. I love you." Freed doesn't hesitate to smash their lips together after that declaration and when the roughness makes place for a tenderness that Laxus has never felt before, he thinks he's so happy he might cry. Screw that, he's definitely crying.

Evergreen dries her eyes in a sophisticated manner as Bickslow full-on bawls. Within seconds, he has grabbed Ever's hand and made a cuddle pile out of the four of them. Things aren't super comfortable because Evergreen's elbow is digging into his side, but they are definitely very, very good.

Well, things are about to get very, very good because they're still surrounded by villagers who want to see Freed dead. But they manage to escape the town because of Makarov being the most helpful grandfather in the world, who happened to have a carriage nearby. "Invite me to the ceremony, brats! And you better let me meet my new grandson before that, Laxus! Where are your manners?" he yells as they run towards the location he had given them.

Like on many of their other adventures, the four of them leave the town running, chased by an angry mob. But unlike all those other times, Laxus has a husband who presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and whispers the sweetest words to him as their friends gag in the background.

[gatesofember]

The Whitethorn Hearth: Chapter 4

PJO Arranged Marriage/Royalty AU Part 9

Rating: M | Pairing: Solangelo

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Summary: The long-awaited celebration of Prince Nico’s wedding to William of Solace has finally arrived.  Between all the wedding duties, keeping Octavian as far from the royal family as possible, and dealing with the occasional fiasco, the grooms still manage to find plenty of time to themselves.  But as they enter the new chapter of their life, they will encounter new challenges.  Will must say goodbye to his family and move to a new home.  Nico remains unpopular among his own people and sometimes still struggles to express himself to his husband-to-be.  And what will happen between Nico’s guard and the pretty maid who works for Will’s family?

When Nico woke up the next morning, he was alone.  It took him a moment to realize that something was wrong; with Asterion getting older, it wasn’t uncommon for him to get up to relieve himself while Nico was still sleeping.  Once Nico recalled Will staying with him the night before, he bolted upright and looked around his room for any sign of him.  The space beside him in the bed had been slept in, but Will himself was nowhere to be seen.  Had he left?  Where was he?  Had he gone to his own bed?  What was he doing?  Why...?

A sudden memory flashed through Nico’s mind—a terrible morning in the Lotussium, years ago, when he woke up to find Asterion missing from his bed.  They’d stolen Asterion away while Nico was sleeping, and by the time Nico finally found him—

Nico shook his head to banish the thought.  That would not happen.  Nico had been promised that Asterion would never be taken from him again.  Asterion was safe and Will would be safe, too.  No one would come to steal Will away.

There was a quiet knock on the door to his bedroom before it opened and Will’s blond head poked in.  Nico let out a breath in relief, like he hadn’t quite managed to convince himself that everything was fine until that moment.

Will smiled and asked, “May I come in, Your Highness?”

“Of course,” Nico answered.  

Will stepped inside and shut the door behind him, then stood in front of it with a lost, shy expression.  “I...uh...good morning,” he greeted.

“Good morning,” Nico answered, tucking a loose lock of hair behind his ear.  More memories flashed through his head, this time of what had occurred the night before—the hands, the kisses, the flushed cheeks, and the mess of their arousal....

Nico swallowed and gathered his courage before continuing to speak.  “I was surprised when I woke to find you missing.”

Will nodded and stepped inside a bit further.  “I’m usually an early riser.  I didn’t want to wake you, so I sorted through my belongings and then I sat down in the common room to read for a while.”

“How long have you been awake?” Nico asked.

“Dawn, I think.”

“So early?” Nico asked.  “Why, Will, you must be a lark.”

Will laughed softly and moved towards the bed, but stopped at the edge without joining Nico in it.  “I can be your lark.”

“My lark?  Then will you sing for me every morning?”

Will carefully sat on Nico’s bed, like he wasn’t sure if he should be there or not.  “I’m afraid that I’m not very good at it, but if that is what my husband desires, then I will.”

“What your husband desires is to be greeted with a kiss each day.”

Will shifted closer and said, “If a kiss is your wish, then I shall gladly grant it.”  He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Nico’s forehead.

“I didn’t mean there,” Nico mumbled.

“Oh?” Will asked.  He brushed his lips against Nico’s cheek.  “Then you mean here?”

“No, not there, either,” Nico said, trying to keep a smile out of his voice.

“Then surely you mean here.”  Will pecked Nico’s nose.

“Will!” Nico laughed.

“Not there?” Will asked.  “Then I’m afraid I must continue kissing you until I guess correctly.”

And he did.  He kissed Nico’s chin, his jaw, his cheeks, and his temple, and all the while Nico laughed.  Eventually, Nico put his arms around Will’s neck and stopped him by planting a long kiss on his lips.

“Nico,” Will whispered, and the simple sound of his own name sent a shiver down Nico’s spine.  “I wanted to tell you that I...um...I enjoyed last night.”

Nico felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment.  Will continued speaking before Nico could compose himself enough to think of what to say.

“You...uh...you made me feel good,” Will said.  He took one of Nico’s arms from around his neck and laced their fingers together.  “Very good.”

“You made me feel good, too,” Nico said.  “And I liked talking to you and spending time with you.”

“I felt the same,” Will said.

“Perhaps, if you’d like, you could stay with me again tonight?”

“Yes,” Will answered.  “I would like that very much.”

They kissed again, and again, and just when Nico started to wonder if they had time to fall back in bed together and repeat the previous night’s activities, Will pulled away.  “Before I find myself more distracted, I must report that I came in here with the goal of informing you that your manservant brought our meal.  The tea is probably cold by now.”

Nico sighed, but got out of bed without feeling too regretful about it.  They only needed to suffer through one last day of the wedding, and then he could whisk Will away for a romantic week-long excursion at the Privilla.

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The most stressful part of any wedding was gift-giving day.  Scattered through history were tales of bloody battles and political scandals that occurred as the result of a simple mishap during a gifting ceremony.  A present had to perfectly balance lavishness and modesty; simple and inexpensive gifts made their givers seem greedy, selfish, and uncaring, while the most extravagant ones threatened to outshine the receiver’s wealth.  Fortunately, barbaric wedding catastrophes were mostly a thing of the past, but lesser disasters were still known to occur.  Cecil must have been counting on his friendship with Will to prevent serious insult, because he and his husband gifted Will and Nico with a hog, saying that they hoped it would remind Nico of them.  Will had to bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing.  Nico pursed his lips and thanked them through gritted teeth, then said that he was sure it would provide him with a nice dinner.

The remaining presents were substantially less dangerous.  Precious stones from local mines were especially popular among Plutons.  One of Will’s favorite gifts was from Piper of Venus, who offered them fine Neptunian cocoa beans.  Another was part of the Royal family’s gift to Will and Nico; a week-long stay in the Privilla, which would begin at the end of the evening.  However, the most important part of the gifting ceremony was the conclusion of Will’s dowry payments, in which Apollo presented a specimen of the herd of black cattle he was giving the royal family.

Aside from Lee, Michael, and Lou Ellen teasing Will and subtly alluding to his recently lost virginity, the rest of the day passed in a blur for Will.  His body still felt light and airy after his night with Nico, and once the gifting ceremony and the dinner banquet finally ended, he spent the next several hours dancing with his new husband.  But in spite of the celebrations, a gnawing sense of sorrow hung over Will the whole day.  His family intended to leave Pluto the next morning, so when he and Nico left for their trip to the Privilla that evening, Will would have to say goodbye.

Will had been preparing for their separation since his family departed for the wedding, but nothing could have made him ready to see them go.  Having studied abroad every summer since he was seven, Will was accustomed to not seeing them for months at a time, but they always parted knowing exactly how long it would be before they’d meet again.  Even while in Venadica, Will had been around family; he’d been with his aunt and friends that he’d known since childhood.  Living with Pluto’s royal family promised none of that security.  Will loved Nico and he was optimistic about forming a good relationship with the royal family, but his future was still clouded by unknowns.  How long would it be until he saw his siblings again?  Would they be able to keep regular contact?  What about Will’s medical studies and his friends in Venadica?  Without the Duke of Diana’s patronage, how often would the royal family’s budget allow Will to return to the City of Enlightenment?  Whenever he wasn’t busy basking in the glow of his happy new marriage, Will felt afraid.

Late that evening, Lee found Will as he was making his way through the guests to personally thank them again for their gifts.

“Have you come to tease me more?” Will asked.

“Alas, not this time,” Lee answered.  “I wanted to tell you that Austin took Kayla to bed.  I thought you might like to go see her before you leave for the Privilla.  She’s probably not asleep yet.”

“Ah, thank you,” Will said.  “I’ll do that.”

“Also, I thought you should know that Michael and Austin are having a hard time today.  I’d like you to talk to them if you can.”

Will nodded.  “Where are they?”

“Austin never came back after taking Kayla to bed.  I left him alone because I didn’t want to crowd him, but...check on him for me?”

“I’ll see if I can get him to talk to me.  And Michael?”

“He’s around here somewhere.  I was trying to keep track of his wine, but I lost him at some point.  I’ll try to find him while you’re with Kayla and Austin.”

Will thanked Lee and left the Chamber of Ouranos for the suite where his family had been staying in the palace.  The door the room Will had shared with Austin was closed, but Will went to Kayla’s room first to see her before she fell asleep.  When he opened the door, Kayla sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.  “Will?” she called sleepily.

“Did I wake you?” Will asked.

Kayla shook her head.  “I can’t sleep,” she said.  “Not if you’ll be gone when I wake up.”

“Oh, Kayla,” Will said.  He quietly closed the door behind him at set the candle on the table beside the bed.  When Kayla’s arms reached out for him, Will sat next to her and hugged her tightly.  “Kayla, I’m going to miss you so much.”

Kayla hid her face against Will’s shoulder and sniffled.  “I don’t like it when you go.”  Her voice cracked even before she finished her sentence, then she sobbed into Will’s jacket.  “You always go, every year.  I hate it so much.”

Will felt a painful throb in his chest.  Kayla had always been the hardest to leave behind summer after summer.  Every time he returned home in the fall, Kayla had grown so much during his absence that she seemed like an entirely different person.  He’d missed so much of her childhood already.

Will squeezed his burning eyes shut.  If he cried, too, it would only make it harder on Kayla.  “I know,” he whispered.  “I hate going, too.”

“And this time, you won’t come back.”

“Of course I’ll come back,” Will said.  “I’ll visit you and I’ll write to you every month.”

“It’s not the same!”

“No,” Will agreed.  “It’s not.”  He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair.  “Maybe you can come visit me.”

Kayla sniffed.  “I can’t do that by myself.”

“Why not?” Will asked.  “I was younger than you when I started going to Venadica.  If you want, you can bring a few brothers along with you.  How does that sound?”

Kayla wiped her nose on her sleeve.  “Good.”

“You’ll need to bring Mellie, too.  She’s quite taken with the Prince’s guard.”

“Really?” Kayla asked.

“They are completely smitten and they’ve been exchanging secret love letters for about a year,” Will said.  “It would be cruel for us to separate them, so I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.  Perhaps there will even be another wedding soon.  And after that, you and I will find plenty of new excuses to meet each other.  My getting married doesn’t mean that we won’t see each other anymore.”

“I’m still going to miss you,” she said.  Her voice cracked again and fresh tears stained her cheeks.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” Will said, squeezing her tightly.  “Do you promise to be good for Chiron while I’m gone?”

Kayla sniffed.  “No.”

Will sighed.  “It was silly of me to ask.”

“I’ll be terrible.”

“I know,” Will said as he coaxed her to lie back down.

“I won’t listen to him at all,” Kayla continued.  “I’ll break everything I can get my hands on.”

“I’m sure you will,” he said, then he tucked her into bed again.

“I’ll let the pigs inside again,” Kayla added.  “And I’ll burn those ugly orange draperies in the library.”

“Just be careful not to hurt the books.”  Will listened to Kayla until she couldn’t keep her eyes open, then he held her hand until her breathing became even and she fell asleep.  He kissed her forehead and wished her goodnight before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind himself.

Will closed his eyes and leaned against the wood.  The door to Austin’s room was still shut, but Will knew he couldn’t face him until he composed himself.  Later, when he was on his own, Will could allow himself to mourn, but he wouldn’t make the separation harder on his family by crying in front of them.

After taking a deep breath, Will left the family’s suite to clear his head.  He took a tray of sesame cakes from a server to lure Austin out into talking and requested a jar of honey to sweeten them.  Once he’d calmed himself, Will went back and knocked on Austin’s door before letting himself in.  He found Austin lying in bed with his face mashed into the pillow.

“Austin?” he called.  “I came to check on you.”

Austin glanced up.  “I’m alright.”

He’d been crying.  Will could tell.

“I brought you sesame cakes,” said Will.

Austin pouted.  “I don’t like the way Plutons make them.  They taste like sawdust.”

“I know,” Will said.  “But they tastes much better if you add a bit of honey.”

Austin eyed the tray in Will’s hands for a moment, then he sat up, still clutching his pillow, and nodded.

Will smiled at sat down next to him.  “If we’re being honest, I’ve never liked Plutonian food much,” Will said as he lathered a few cakes in honey.  “I’ll have to go back home to get my fill of good southern Juvian cuisine every so often.”

Austin didn’t answer, but he did accept the sesame cake Will offered him.

“Do you want to talk?” Will asked.

Austin shook his head.  “That’ll only make me more upset.”

“Alright,” Will said.  He took a bite of his own cake and Austin followed suit.

After a moment, Austin said, “You’re right.  Honey does make it better.”

“Honey makes everything better,” Will answered.

“Not as much as butter.”

“Gods, yes,” Will agreed.  “Plutons just don’t understand how good butter is.”

“It’s a good thing that we’re giving you so many cattle.  Surely you’ll get some butter from them.”

“I hope so.  Otherwise, I’m not certain this marriage will work.”

Austin didn’t laugh, but he did smile at Will appreciatively.  “I think I’ll be alright on my own now.  You can go back to your party.  Thank you for the cakes.”

“I’d rather stay and eat cakes with you for a while.  What about you?”

Austin nodded.  “That sounds good.”

Aside from the occasional jab at Pluto’s bland cuisine or Octavian’s existence, they mostly ate in silence.  When the fireworks started, they quietly watched them together through the window.  By the time they finished their cakes, Austin seemed to be feeling better.

“I have to talk to Michael before I leave,” Will said.  “Would you like to go with me now, or would you rather stay here for a while come later to see me off?”

“I’ll go with you now,” Austin said.  He got out of bed and Will helped him fix his hair and clothes.  Before they left, Will poked his head back into Kayla’s room to find her still fast asleep in bed.  He kissed her forehead and whispered that he loved her, then he led Austin back to the Chamber of Ouranos.

Lee caught them soon after they entered, looking delighted to see that Austin had emerged from his room.  He informed Will that he’d seen Michael walking to the gardens by himself, and then offered to help Austin find a few pretty dance partners.  Austin eagerly accepted.  He had quickly grown popular among the wedding guests his age, which was unsurprising; Austin was kind, charming, empathetic, and Will suspected that he’d soon challenge Lee’s claim to the title of best-looking brother.  Austin, like their father, had always been a romantic at heart and he’d enjoyed being wooed over the past few days.

Will left Austin in Lee’s care and went outside to search for Michael.  He spotted several guests that had broken off in pairs or small groups to tour the gardens together, but most were socializing in the courtyard.  The wedding hearth was still burning strongly into the evening sky, but once the wedding was over, it would be allowed to die out on its own.

After asking around and searching on his own, Will eventually located Michael in the Grove of Nyx.  He was alone with a glass of white wine, glaring over the gardens in annoyance.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” Will asked.

If Will had surprised him, Michael didn’t show it.  He looked over his shoulder and scowled at Will.  “What are you doing out here?  Go back to your party.”

Will sighed.  Michael’s mood always went sour when he drank, or perhaps it was that he drank when his mood was sour.  “How many glasses have you had tonight?”

“Not enough,” Michael muttered.

“You know that’s not good for you.”

“Really?  Because it feels good.”

“Michael.  Give me your glass.”

Michael glared at him, but relinquished the wine and didn’t bother to fight when Will poured it into the dirt.

“No more,” Will said.  “If you cause problems, I can and will have the servers cut you off.”

“Since when have you been so bossy?” Michael demanded.  He glowered, but the effect was lost on Will.  Beneath his rough exterior, Michael was harmless.

“Don’t take your frustration out on me,” Will answered calmly.

“I’m not—”  Michael stopped like he’d caught himself raising his voice, then he pursed his lips and averted his eyes.  “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I know,” Will said.  “It’s alright.  The whole family is having a difficult time, especially with Octavian threatening to break loose.”

The scowl reappeared on Michael’s face.  “Gods, I hate that useless jackass.”

“It’s good to hear some healthy self-expression from you,” Will encouraged.  “Tell me how you feel about him.”

“He’s an absolute shithead.”

“Let it out, Michael.”

“A complete blunderfuck.”

“Oh, you’re getting creative now.”

Michael tilted his head back and laughed loudly.  Will considered it a success; Michael had barely even smiled over the past few days, much less laughed.

“Where did you learn to be so snarky?” Michael asked.

“My older brothers were good models.”

Michael snorted, but Will thought he saw him smile just a little bit.

“I’m going to miss you, Michael.”

“You should.  I’m a gift from the gods.”

Will laughed and bumped his shoulder good-naturedly.  “I’m serious.”

“I suppose I’ll miss you too,” Michael answered.  He bumped Will’s shoulder back, harder than Will had.  “I should take you back inside.  They’ll start looking for you soon.”

Will nodded and they got up to leave, but took their time walking through the gardens on the way back to the palace.  Will spotted a flower in the bushes and broke it off to give to Nico later on.  “For the Prince,” Will explained as he tucked it inside his coat.

Michael smiled ruefully.  “You’ve become a disgusting, love-struck fool, just like Lee,” he said.  “At least I know you’ll be happy here.”

“And what about you, Michael?” Will asked.  “Are you going to be happy?”

Michael sighed.  Will expected him to avoid answering and change the conversation, but then Michael said, “Listen, Will, I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Can you promise me that you’ll take care of yourself back home?”

“I’m not going to suddenly destroy myself just because you left and got married, if that’s what you’re asking,” Michael said.  “I’ll still have Lee and Lou Ellen fussing over me and Chiron telling me what to do.  If I don’t take care of myself, you can trust them to take care of me.”  Michael paused, then aggressively added, “But at the same point, you’re still part of the family and I expect you to act like it.  Write to us every month.”

“I promise.”

“You’ll have to come back home to visit every now and then.  You’d better be there when I...if I ever get married.  For Kayla and Austin, too.”

Will tried not to show his surprise.  Michael hardly ever referred to the possibility of his own marriage.  “I will,” he said without pressing further.

“And when Lee and Lou Ellen start having children,” Michael added.  “I want you to see the baby.”

If they had children, Will almost corrected, but he didn’t want to express his doubts out loud.  He suspected that Michael also knew that there was a possibility they’d never conceive, but neither of them wanted to face that yet.  “Yes,” Will said instead.  “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll never forgive you if you break that promise,” Michael growled.

“I know,” Will said.

“Good,” Michael said.  “As long as we understand each other.”

If Michael seemed just a little bit brighter after that, Will didn’t comment.

When they reached the palace again and went back to the Chamber of Ouranos, they found that the whole family—minus Kayla, who was sleeping, and Octavian, who was conspicuously absent—had gathered to prepare for their goodbyes.

Will tried to have a normal conversation with them, but he didn’t succeed before Reyna and Nico arrived, signalling that it was time to leave.  Nico took Will’s arm as they walked out of the chamber.  When Will looked over his shoulder at his family following behind them, a sense of dread knotted in his stomach.  How could Will leave them behind?  How he leave Lee and Lou Ellen while they were struggling to start a family?  How could he leave Austin as he was just beginning his transition to adulthood, or little Kayla, who was still so young that Will worried she’d forget the memories they’d made together?  And most of all, how could he leave Michael as he was trying to drown himself in a bottle, struggling with emotions he wouldn’t share, and fighting a maybe-engagement in a battle that no one understood?

“I’m going to walk with my brother and sister-in-law,” Will whispered to Nico, and Nico nodded in understanding before releasing his arm.  Will motioned for his family to keep following Reyna outside as he approached Lee and Lou Ellen.  Although Apollo and Daphne were the Duke and Duchess of Diana by title, Lee and Lou Ellen had grown to be the unofficial heads of the family since they’d married. Aside from Lee’s occasional spats with Michael, he and Lou Ellen were the ones who held the family together.  When Will asked if he could speak to them privately, Lee and Lou Ellen slowed their pace to trail behind the others.  

“Where’s Octavian?” Will asked first.

Lou Ellen beamed.  “He may or may not have eaten something unpleasant while I was on duty and he may or may not be confined to the toilet for the rest of the evening,” she answered proudly.  “Why, did you want to say goodbye?”

Will sighed.  Lee and Lou Ellen may have been the ones holding the family together, but that didn’t mean they always behaved with decorum.

“I couldn’t care less about Octavian,” Will mumbled.  “I need you to promise to watch over Michael.”

Lee raised an eyebrow.  “Don’t we already?”

“I don’t think that you realize how dangerous his...pastimes can be,” Will whispered.  “His mood, too—something is wrong with him.  I’m scared for him.”

“Michael is upset about losing you right now,” Lee said.  

“It’s not just that,” Will insisted.

“And alcohol isn’t evil,” said Lou Ellen.  “I’ll admit that I think he drinks too much, but having a little bit is alright.”

“For us, maybe,” Will replied.  “But I’m afraid that it’s something else for Michael.  Please, believe me—I know what I’m talking about.  I’ve studied the way things like alcohol affect the body.  I want you to write to keep me updated on his progress.  Try to stop him from drinking.”

“Alright,” Lee relented.  “We’ll watch him and I promise we’ll keep you informed.  But what do you expect to do about it from all the way in Pluto?”

“You are mistaken if you think I wouldn’t run across the Romanus Terris on foot for my family,” Will said.  “Listen, before I go, I want you to promise to look after Austin and Kayla, too.  Lee, try not to antagonize Michael.  And Papa—he’s absolutely useless without Hyacinthus.  Mama gets lonely sometimes, so make sure to keep her company.  Pay attention to Chiron’s health.  And take care of each other.”

“We will,” Lee said.  “But don’t worry so much.  Losing you is going to be hard on us, but we have a strong family and we will recover from this.”

“I know that leaving home is scary,” said Lou Ellen.  “I’ve been through it, too.  For now, I want you to focus on settling in here.  Lee and I will watch over the family for you.”

Will sighed and nodded.  “Thank you,” he said.

By the time the three of them exited the Hall of Gold at the entrance to the palace, the rest of the family had already assembled to say goodbye.  Nico was waiting for him and Reyna stood nearby.  Mellie and Hedge were off to the side, holding hands as they bid each other a tearful, heartbroken farewell.  Hedge was going to to accompany Nico to the Privilla and Mellie would leave in the morning to return to Diana with Will’s family.

When Will joined him, Nico looked at Will’s family and said, “You’re always welcome in Divitia.  Until me again, may Aether light your way.”  To someone else, his voice might have sounded awkward and stiff, but Will knew his words were genuine.

Will’s family echoed the response to Nico’s farewell, then Nico turned to Will and said, “I’ll meet you in the carriage.”  With a squeeze to his hand and a smile, Nico left Will to say goodbye alone.

“We’re going to miss you, Will,” Apollo said.

“Be sure to write,” added Daphne.

Lee and Lou Ellen kissed Will’s cheeks.  Daphne embraced him and whispered a few kind words in farewell, along with a short prayer for his happiness.  Austin hugged Will so tightly that he couldn’t breathe, and then he started to cry and wouldn’t let go.  Eventually, Lee and Lou Ellen disentangled him and took him aside to comfort him.  Chiron wished Will good fortune, and gave a hug when Will insisted upon it.  Apollo recited a haiku:

I’m miserable. Will’s exiled in tundra. I’m far too gorgeous.

And then he started to cry.  Even Michael, who typically avoided physical affection, hugged Will.  When everyone had said their goodbyes, Will stepped back and took a deep breath.  “When Kayla wakes up, tell her that I love her and I miss her already,” he said.  “I promise to visit Diana.  And the Prince meant it when he said that you’re welcome here.”

“Then until next time, Will,” Lee said.  “May Aether light your way.”

“And may Ouranos look on you kindly.”

*   *   *

Nico nearly jumped in surprise when the door to the carriage opened and Will climbed inside.  He smiled at Nico, but his eyes were red.  “Ready?” Will asked as he sat down next to him.

The carriage jerked and started to move.  “How do you feel?” Nico asked.  “I know saying goodbye was hard for you.”

Will hesitated and his smile faltered.  After a moment, he sighed.  “I may have lied last night when I said thing only thing that concerned me about marriage was Plutonian weather.”  He attempted to smile again, but it looked flat and lifeless.  He didn’t hold Nico’s gaze for long before he looked away.  “I’m going to miss them so much.”

Nico chewed his lip.  What could he say to comfort Will?  What did Will need from him?  Nico had never been good at figuring out that sort of thing on his own.  “I know it’ll be difficult for you,” he said slowly.  “But I...I don’t know what I can say or do to help you.  I’d like to help, though.”

Will looked up at Nico again.  That time, his smile was still small, but seemed a bit more genuine.  “Thank you—that’s all I need to hear.  For now, I don’t want think about it.  Anyway, I have a gift for you.”  He reached into his coat and pulled a flower from the inner pocket.

“A purple rose?” Nico asked.  The flower still had a few thorns on the stem and the petals were slightly bent.

“The flower of lovers in the color of royalty,” Will explained.  “Only the best for my beloved prince.”

Nico lightly poked one of the thorns with the top of his finger.  “Did you take this from my mother’s garden?”

Will smiled sheepishly.  “Yes, well, I was pressed for time.”

Nico laughed and threw his arms around Will’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.  “I love it,” he said.  “And I have a gift for you, too.”

“Oh?” Will asked.  “What is it?”

“Patience, Will.  You’ll have to wait until we get to the Privilla.”  Nico put a finger under Will’s chin and pulled him closer to kiss him a few times, then he pulled back and asked,  “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Will sighed.  “I don’t know,” he admitted.  “This is going to be hard for me, but right now, I’m on my way to spend a wonderful week alone with my new husband.  I don’t want to think about anything else.  I want you to distract me with reminders of why I’m so happy be married.”

“Such as?” Nico asked.

“Such as, we’re able to do things like this whenever we want.”  Will picked up Nico’s hand and kissed his knuckles.  “Or because I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

Nico smiled.  “How about, ‘because I want to spend the rest of my life with you’?”

“Yes,” Will said.  “Or because of the way I feel when you touch me, or because I want to wake up next to you every morning.”

“And what about things like this?” Nico asked, leaning forward to kiss Will’s lips.

“Just like that,” Will replied in a deep, pleased purr, then he kissed Nico back.

Nico swung his leg over Will’s lap and straddled his thighs, then put his hands on either side of Will’s head.  “And this?” he asked.

He felt Will’s hands on his hips with a barely-there touch, then his fingers slid up to Nico’s waist and helped him balance against the carriage’s jerky movements.  “Exactly this,” Will said.

Nico didn’t wait another moment.  He kissed Will until he couldn’t breathe and started to feel dizzy.  Will’s arms wrapped tightly around Nico’s waist, holding their bodies firmly together, and he gasped beautifully when Nico nipped at his lip.

“Nico,” Will mumbled in a soft, husky voice that sent a shiver of delight through Nico’s body.  Nico.  Will had called him Nico.  Will said it with a tone that was so intimate, so scandalous, and Nico wanted to swallow it and keep it all to himself.  Nico kissed him again, but then Will suddenly pushed Nico’s hips away, turned his head to the side, and said, “Actually, perhaps this is not the place—”

Nico pulled back and blinked at him.  “I don’t understand,” Nico said slowly.  “I thought you liked this.”

“I do like it,” Will assured.  “I like it too much.  If we keep doing this, it’ll only become more difficult to stop.  The ride won’t last much longer.”

Nico frowned.  He wanted to touch Will immediately.  He wanted to touch him right there in the carriage, barely hidden from the outside, where they could be so easily discovered if they weren’t careful—

Nico stopped himself before his imagination ran even more wild.

“Yes, we will wait,” Nico agreed.  “But until we get there...perhaps we could kiss a little bit?”

Will laughed.  “Just keep your tongue to yourself for now,” he said, then he pecked Nico’s lips.  Nico was careful to be more gentle that time, grazing his teeth on Will’s lip instead of biting and twirling Will’s hair around his finger instead of clawing at his back.  

When they arrived at the Privilla, their rooms were already prepared and their belongings had been brought ahead of them.  Reyna escorted them to their apartment, and then Nico informed her that he didn’t expect to require any assistance that evening or the next morning, so he wanted to remain undisturbed unless he called for someone.  Reyna eyed their tousled hair and interlocked fingers.  She muttered a prayer of thanks that she no longer had to be a chaperone, then opened the door for them and left them alone.

Asterion was already resting on a couch in the apartment’s common room.  He quietly raised his head in greeting, but didn’t get up when they entered.  The puppy, however....

“Who is this?” Will asked as a white and brown spaniel bounded up to them.  She yipped loudly and excitedly until Will bent down to pick her up and pet her curly coat.

“Your wedding gift,” Nico answered.  “She’s a land-hunting spaniel, about six months old.  I have documentation of her lineage if you’d like to view it.  She comes from a strong line of dogs, and with your permission, she’ll start training with the rest of her litter.”

“Wait,” Will said, still holding the puppy and scratching behind her long ears.  “You are giving me a dog to celebrate our wedding?”

“I know it’s frightening for you to come to Divitia without your friends and family,” Nico explained.  “You have me, of course, and you know Reyna and Hedge, and I think you’ll get along well with Hazel, but I thought it might be good for you to have a companion.  Several of our dogs had puppies recently and I observed them for months to find the one that suited you best.  I chose her.”

Will frowned.  “I gave you a flower that I stole from your mother’s garden.  You gave me a dog.”

“Well, you did also bring my family several hundred heads of cattle,” Nico pointed out.  “And I like the flower.  Do you like her?”

“I love her,” Will said as the puppy nibbled on his fingers.  “She’s so...gods, she’s so soft.  Look at her face!  She has the sweetest face I’ve ever seen.”  Nico’s heart swelled with affection as he watched Will pepper kisses on the puppy’s head.  “What’s her name?” Will asked.

“I was going to let you choose.”

Will looked back down at the puppy’s face.  “I’ll have to think about it,” he said.  “I wasn’t expecting to need to pick a name.  Did you really mean what you said about wanting me to have a companion?  You thought that through?”

“Of course I did,” Nico answered.  “I want you to be happy here.”

“I love her so much,” Will said.  “I love you so much.  I can’t believe you did this because...gods, Nico, I really do feel much less afraid now.”

Nico smiled proudly.  He’d worried that he should have asked Will before making the decision on his own, but it seemed that he’d made a good choice after all.

“But,” Will continued, and for a moment Nico was afraid that he’d done something wrong.  Then Will set the puppy back down on the ground and said, “It still doesn’t feel right that I only gave you a flower.”

“Oh, I don’t care about that,” Nico said.  “I’m just happy you like her.”

“Even so, I feel like I’m indebted to you,” Will said, reaching out to touch Nico’s waist.  “I should thank you.”

Nico’s face burned when he realized what Will was saying.  “Oh.  Right.  I see.”  He cleared his throat.  “You know, that rose you gave me still has thorns, if you want to factor that detail in while you’re calculating your, um, debt.”

“How careless of me,” Will agreed.  His hands slid to Nico’s hips, then he pulled Nico closer and kissed him.

When their lips separated, Nico whispered, “You know you don’t actually owe me anything, don’t you?”

“I know,” Will said.  “But I would like a continuation of what we started in the carriage, if you’re interested.”

“I’m interested,” Nico said.  “Very interested.”

They kissed again and Nico pulled Will into his bedroom, leaving the dogs locked outside.  Will helped Nico disrobe—Nico had always struggled with buttons, as he had very little practice dressing himself—and once they had gotten rid of their clothing, they stumbled their way towards the bed.  Nico thought about bringing up the topic of consummation again, but abandoned the idea in favor of surrendering to the way their touches naturally progressed.

They spent their second night together exploring and learning each other’s bodies.  Nico asked Will to show him how he pleased himself, then Nico showed Will how he did it.  They taught each other what felt good and started to discover how their bodies worked when they brought them together.

Afterwards, they stayed in each other’s arms, bare under the blankets and whispering nonsense in the afterglow.  Will’s skin felt soft and warm against Nico’s and the press of their bodies against each other seemed intimate in a way that wasn’t merely physical.  Nico felt like he was touching more than naked skin—he was touching Will’s mind, his heart, and his soul.

The puppy eventually started to cry outside the door, so Will borrowed Nico’s dressing gown and let the dogs in the room.  At Nico’s request, Will undressed again before he slipped back into bed with him.  Like the night before, they fell asleep wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, but that time they had an additional companion snuggled next to them.

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Impulsive Decision Pt.5

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 5: Should’ve Walked Away

WARNINGS: SWEARING/STRONG LANGUAGE | KIDNAPPING | MENTIONS OF RAPE | DRUGGING

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Male Reader/ Kim Taehyung x Male Reader / Kim Seokjin x Male Reader / Jung Hoseok x Male Reader / OC x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,157

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

A/N: I may or may not have added one of my fav childhood memories in here.

    I woke up on my back with someone pressed against my chest. Their arms wrapped around my waist, face in my chest. It felt nice, yes, but they had their legs intertwined with mine, locking me down. The zip-up hoodie I was wearing last night was opened for some reason.

I looked down at the mess of dark hair and knew who it was almost instantly. I looked around the room and we were the only ones there.

“Uh, Tae? Can I go pee?” I chucked.

Tae shook his head sleepily. Since I seemed to have no choice I began to run my hands through his hair. I swear I thought Tae was too pure for this world sometimes.

The double door opened, revealing Hobi, he saw me and smiled.

“Jin wanted me to wake you two up.” He explained.

I pointed to Tae, “I’m awake at least.” I giggled.

Hobi walked over to the bed.

“Hold onto the headboard.” I did as told.

Hobi grabbed onto Tae’s feet and pulled. Tae groaned and held onto me tighter.

“Taehyung, it’s time to let the poor boy go!” Hobi grunted as he pulled more.

“Come back later!” Tae complained, not letting his grip on me loosen.

“It’s 8AM you woke up with us at 6! It is later!”

“5 more minutes!”

“We gave you two hours to hog Y/n, now you can’t be selfish!”

“He was asleep it doesn’t count!”

“You cuddled him all night!”

I started laughing at their ridiculous argument. All the noise made Jin and RM come into the room.

“YAH! You’re going to rip M/n in half!” Jin tried yelling at them but was drowned out by their continuous arguing.

I was starting to laugh so hard I was almost crying. Hobi and Tae were not stopping the harmless bickering, Jin was trying to yell at them, RM was facepalming at the door and I could see the others approaching. What a start to the day.

“Jesus, you guys.” Jungkook was fighting a smile.

Jin got onto the bed and tried to pry Tae off of me as Hobi continued to pull, the yelling never stopping.

“YAH! LET HIM GO! HE’S NOT A STUFFED ANIMAL, TAEHYUNG!”

“STOP BEING GREEDY HE’S OUR FRIEND TOO!”

“HE WAS MY FRIEND FIRST, I HAVE A PLUSH TO PROVE IT!”

“WE’RE HIS FRIENDS BECAUSE HE SAID SO!”

“WHY DID YOU ONLY GET A PLUSHIE!?”

“BECAUSE I ASKED FOR ONE!”

“WE DON’T NEED PLUSHIES TO VALIDATE OUR FRIENDSHIP!”

“LALALALALALALALA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER MY PLUSHIE VALIDATED FRIENDSHIP!”

I was so close to peeing myself. I let go of the headboard because I was laughing too hard, making Tae and I get dragged off the bed by Hobi. My back was against the cold concrete, Tae was still holding on for dear life.

“I ALMOST PEED!” I cried in laughter covering my face.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM USE THE RESTROOM WHEN HE WOKE UP!?” This wasn’t stopping.

I sat up so my back was pressed against the bed. My eyes blinded with tears. Tae sat beside me and pulled me into his lap as everyone kept arguing.

“WHY ARE YOU SO HANDSY WITH M/N ANYWAY!? HE’S NOT YOURS!”

“Why is this an argument?” I heard Jimin.

“I just wanted to use the restroom!” I managed.

“No! You’re staying with me!” Tae commanded, tightening his hold on me.

“I’ll pee on your lap!” I threatened.

Tae immediately let go and I ran to the bathroom.

I typed up a proposal on the office computer. I stood and began to pace the room, reciting the speech, editing as I saw fit.

“I believe Barnaby Inc. is ready for this….Amazing? No that’s too predictable. Wonderful? Nah that will just make them think of our melon drink. Spectacular? Why am I overthinking this?” I plopped into my office chair.

I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” I hollered, moving to edit my speech.

“Lunch time!” I sighed as Jin came in with a tray.

It had two glasses of lemonade, two bottles of water, two bags of chips, two sandwiches and two small bowls of mixed berries.

“Jin, I really need to-”

“Nope! Lunch, then work. How much water have you drank today?”

“Uh, a bottle this morning and a bottle when I came in here.” I began typing.

“Aish, you need to take better care of yourself, M/n.” Jin sat down at the front of my desk.

“I know, it’s just when I get into the flow of things, I don’t stop until I’m satisfied. ” I defended myself, getting a berry.

“You’ve been working a lot lately. The drawing, the games, visiting the company almost every day now. Are you usually this busy?”

I nodded, “Especially now with the partnership. I’ve been trying to get this for months. My father tried for years. After gaming, we move to snacks and beverages and from there we find something else if we’re not content. ”

“You said you had siblings, a family? Who’s in it?” Jin asked as I bit into my sandwich.

“My older brother and sister are twins, they’re 26 or so. My older sister has two boys, one is 4 the other is a few months now. My older brother has no children, but a wife. I have a younger sister who is 16, When she turns 18, we should have expanded to snacks then and she’ll run that side of the business. My mother is a retired animator, but she still goes into the company every once and a while to help out our current animators, they love her so we let her. I think that’s everyone.”

“No aunts, uncles?”

“I do, but I rarely talk to them. My mom calls my aunt from my father’s side every once in a while but they usually stay away because they think we let money, fame and work control us. They think we’re snobby assholes to be precise.”

“Why would they think that?”

“My father was doubted by everyone, so he told them once he made his empire, no one got rights to it but him. his wife and his children. They didn’t listen until my father hit big and they wanted cuts. When my father denied them, they started talkin’ shit.” I munched on a chip.

“Your father was very…”

“Spiteful? Proud?”

“Smart.” I smirked.

“I guess so. He was a workaholic like me. ”

“Is that why he gave you the company and not your older siblings?”

“My brother is really great. He’s smart, he’s a smooth talker, He can change your opinion on something if you’re left alone with him for longer than 4 minutes. He’s well educated when he argues with someone, he makes sure he knows what he’s talking about. I felt like my brother earned it, but my father said he saw more of himself in me.”

“Because you're caring?”

“Because I take risks no one should. Hence the little problem I’m in now. Because I throw myself into whatever I can to just forget the world around me. I used to be bold. Charming, but now I’m an interesting as a smudge on your cell phone.” I popped a berry in my mouth.

“That’s not true! How many people can say they kidnapped idols!?”

“Jin, that’s not something to be proud of.”

“I bet you are twice as interesting as all of us.”

“I’m really not, but I’m not going to ruin your hopes and dreams. Just have low expectations of me is all  I ask.”

“No-”

“So when I exceed those expectations, you’ll be happier.”I added quickly.

Jin smiled, seeming satisfied as he bit into his sandwich. I opened his chips for him and got my bottle of water.

“Do I gwet a purush?” Usually, I’d be a little annoyed at someone talking to me with their mouths full, but Jin made it seem so adorable.

I smiled, “Wanna run that by me again, Jinnie?”

I saw his cheeks turn a little red. He swallowed.

“D-do I get a plush?” He repeated.

“Oh! I totally forgot! Sure you can! They should be in the entrance room, in the big storage closet.” I picked up the glass of lemonade.

“Thank you for making me lunch, Jin. I really appreciate it. I just wished the other boys saw me the way you, Tae and Hobi do.”

“Just be yourself. I’m sure they’ll come around.”

I slid into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and climbed on top of the couch. I tied the towel around my neck as a cape.

“I AM ON MY WAY!” I sang obnoxiously as I jumped onto the chair.

“I CAN GO THE DISTANCE!” I belted.

“I DON’T CARE HOW FA-OH FUCK!” The chair fell to the side, a higher power deciding I was unworthy of balance and gravity.

I hit the floor with a thud. Just staring up at the ceiling. Basking in my shame. I heard giggling and I looked over to see Jimin standing by the dining room table, as red as apple he was holding. Like he was trying not to laugh.

“Annnnd reputation ruined.” I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, I tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot up my tailbone.

I whined and did the first thing I can think of.

“JIN! I THINK I BROKE MY ASS! I REQUEST DEMI-GOD ASSISTANCE!” I cried out, causing Jimin to finally break.

I’ve only seen him laugh that hard in videos, but to see it in real life was drastically different, it lit up the whole room and I didn’t want it to stop.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Jin yelled back, from the gaming room I assumed.

“I FAILED TO GO THE DISTANCE! I HAVE A CAPE, YOU CAN’T DENY ME! HOBI I’M DYING!” I heard footsteps come down the hall and Jin stopped in the doorway when he saw Jimin.

Jimin was borderline crying, doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“WHY IS MY BOYFRIEND DYING FROM A BROKEN ASS??” I heard Tae shout from the bedrooms.

“THE CAPE BETRAYED ME, BABE! YOU ONLY LIKED ME FOR MY ASS ANYWAY!” I called back.

Jimin fell to the floor.

“I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED JIMIN AS WELL! ” I added.

Tae and Hobi walked in and saw Jimin on the floor.

“This is all your fault!” I pointed at Jin.

“You just had to pull me away from my work!” I joked.

“How was I supposed to know a sandwich would make you break your ass!?” He countered.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, when did you make him a sandwich!?” Tae demanded.

“For lunch, he was in his office all morning, he wouldn’t have eaten otherwise.”

“Who said you can give our boyfriend sandwiches!?” Hobi called Jin out.

“OUR boyfriend!? Since when am I sharing!?” Tae turned on Hobi.

“No one’s sharing anything if my ass is destroyed.” I grumbled.

“Jimin, are you alive?” Jin laughed.

Jimin shook his head, still laughing/crying.

“Hobi, can you help me up?” I looked down at my lap to hide my embarrassment.

“Sure thing N/n.” Hobi chuckled, picking me up and I hissed in pain.

“Want me to rub your ass later?” Tae laughed.

“Oh hell yes.” I joked, trying to stand straight.

Hobi kneeled down suddenly and threw me over his shoulder causing me to let out a small squeak, making V and Jin laugh.

“HOBI! What the fuck!? Warning next time!”

  I sat lounged the couch, typing on my laptop. My feet were on Hobi’s lap, Jin was in the chair beside me and Tae was sitting in front of the couch. Seongmi, RM, and Jimin were on the couch by Jin, their backs facing the kitchen and Suga, Jungkook and Linza were on the couch with their backs facing the dining room.

The coffee table was full of cards from a very long round of Uno that never seemed to end. Every time someone would get close, the person beside the would get a +4 wildcard and you’d hear screams of heartbreak and anguish. Hobi began to rub my leg, I assumed he didn’t realize he was going it, so I tried to focus on my speech, hoping I’d zone out. An alarm went off on my laptop, it read ‘Call Seth’. I sighed, closing the laptop.

“I have to make a call, I’ll be right back.” I smiled and left to make a call in between the dial door and vault door.

Once Seth didn’t pick up I’d figure I’d call later. I went back through the dial door and was on my way to the living room when I saw something out of my peripheral vision.

Linza was sitting on the large bed, just waiting. I just stuck my phone in my hoodie and kept walking, I didn’t need the drama.

“Hey, M/n.” She called as I opened the door.

Luckily Jin heard her, stopping the game to look at the door. I sighed.

“Yes, Linza?”

She smiled. She lied back propped on her elbows.

“Are you really into girls or is that just speculation?”

“Seriously, I’d rather be working on my speech than talking about my sexual orientation, no offense.” I began to leave but was stopped by her voice again.

“Come here, I want to tell you a secret.”

“No thanks. I’m sure that if I get near you, you’ll try something.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Why the fuck would I?”

She frowned like she was trying to be cute.

“Aww c’mon, N/n, we can be friends ya know.” She got up from the bed, grabbed my wrist and started to pull me to the bed.

“Don’t call me N/n. I don’t want your friendship.” I tried to pull away.

“If you do me this small thing I’ll get you in Jimin’s good graces.”

“No. I don’t care if I’m liked or not. Stop touching me and stop whatever you’re planning.” She ignored me, sitting on the bed.

I used my other hand to try to pry away her grip on my wrist, she thought ahead and grabbed my other hand and yanked me on the bed.

“What the fuck are you do-!?” She pinned me down a smirked.

My eyes widened as she began to lean more towards my face.

“Hey! What the fuck?” I moved my face.

“Aw, M/n don’t be like that, it’s only a kiss.”

“Get the fuck off me, Ducktape Girl!” I growled.

She went to grab for the zipper on my hoodie. I smacked her hand away and tried moving more towards the headboard. Where the fuck was Jin!? She grabbed a fist full of my hair and I raised my hands to pull hers away by instinct. This gave her an opening to attack my mouth. I pressed my lips together as fast as I could. When she pulled away slightly I snapped.

“Get the fuck off me!” I almost shouted, shoving her away, making her land on the floor.

She yelped as I wiped my mouth, disgusted that it was wet with spit. The boys came rushing in. Seongmi immediately climbed on the bed to check on me.

“What happened?” RM asked.

“Ducktape Girl just tried to makeout with me.” I was still disgusted to my core.

“Yeah, right.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Jungkook, look at him! His lips are swollen, his hair is a mess. He’s on the bed. We heard him tell her to not touch him! We thought she’d stop! Why are you defending her!?” Seongmi snapped, surprising me.

Jimin let out a loud sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“No! He kissed me! I was just trying to talk to him!” Linza cried.

“Tae, Jin, Hobi, Seongmi?…Can we just go to sleep or to the studio?” I asked in a small voice.

“No! We can’t let this slide, M/n! She get’s away with too much because she just bats her eyes and pretends to cry! She’s not nice! She’s hardly a victim! I get M/n made a very bad decision, but he gives us anything we want, he helps feed us, he provides entertainment, we use almost every room in this bunker! All he asks is for personal space! Ducktape her!” Seongmi ranted.

“Seon-” She cut me off.

“You don’t deserve the doubt! You’ve been nothing but kind and understanding! It’s always her that spreads the seeds of doubt!” I could tell Seongmi wasn’t calming down anytime soon.

“Seongmi, calm down.” I soothed her.

“She’s just going to get away with this, M/n! Don’t let yourself take all these hits because you feel guilty for driving away in the limo and hiding us here!” Seongmi pleaded with tears in her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She buried her face in my chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, none of these ‘hits’ affect me.” I lied, petting her hair.

“She’s just afraid and angry at me. I would be too if I was kidnapped the way you all were.” She shook her head rapidly.

I looked over at Tae. He only nodded and got on the bed, hugging Seongmi too. I tried to pull away but she held on tighter.

“Seongmi, I still have to talk to everyone else about this.” I smiled sadly.

“There’s nothing to talk about. They’ll just believe her no matter what you say. ” She whimpered.

She was right, but it would be wrong to not explain my side at all. I bent down slowly and gave her a faint kiss on the top of her head.

“That’s okay, because I know the truth, and my friends believe me.”

“Ducktape pillar!” Jin suddenly shouted, making us all jump.

Slowly began to pull away from Seongmi and got off the bed. I let out a deep breath,

“I didn’t kiss her, she tried to kiss me after she got me close enough to the bed to pin me down. After her attempted kiss I shoved her off. I’m sorry, I should’ve just kept walking.” I walked past them all and went to the fridge.

There was no booze. I let out a deep sigh.

“I’m going on a beer run.”

  I walked from the 7-Eleven, beers in the bags. I should’ve just gone home. I should’ve just…kept walking. I saw a guy sitting in the alleyway alone. I was pretty close to a popular club in Seoul, so I assumed he must have stumbled out. I couldn’t leave him alone, right?

I put the bag down and crouched down beside him, he was barely awake. I pulled out my phone and dialed the police. If I took him, I’d be kidnapping…again. I wanted him to be safe, not alone and vulnerable. Music was muffled and poured out the club as the phone rang.

“Yes, this isn’t much of an emergency, but a guy is alone and passed out in an alley, I don’t want to just leave him here…Should I take him to the station, or?” I was told to take him to the main street and a patrol car would be there shortly.

“Hello, I’m M/n L/n. I’m going to get you to the police okay? It’s dangerous for you to be out here alone.” I smiled softly.

He returned a smile.

“You’re cute.” He slurred, making my face heat up.

I cleared my throat.

“Let’s get you to the road, okay? Hongdae in full swing, it really isn’t safe.” I put his arm around my shoulders and lifted him up.

Hongdae was a district and Seoul that I shouldn't even have gone to. I was just clearing my head, driving. I ended up downtown and I should’ve stayed at the top of Seoul.

I got him on the main road, I was surprised he even got that far. He leaned on me as we waited. He almost puked a few times. He was giggly and kept calling me ‘cutie’, but I wrote it off as him being drunk. He talked about the ‘pretty lights’ and I kept asking him to describe them to keep him busy. Once the patrol car was close they flashed the lights. I helped him in the back seat and sent him on his way.

I’d figure I’d go to that club for a drink since I forgot my beers when I picked up that guy. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gone back to the bunker that night.

I pulled up Jason’s number in my phone as my back was pressed against the cold tile wall. Luckily, the bathroom was empty, but you could hear the loud music muffled.  I groaned loudly once ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears’ began to play.  The phone began to ring,

“M/n? Why are you calling me so late? It’s nearly 2am. Shouldn’t you be with, your, uh, guests?”

“I just wanted ONE drink, but some guys offered me shots, and their friends who are girls even bought me drinks, Everyone was so nice. I think I found us a friend group!”

“Are you drunk, M/n? You stick in the mud! Why didn’t you invite me!?” He laughed.

I smiled, “I didn’t plan any of th-” The bathroom door opened and a guy from earlier came in, handing me a glass.

“What’s that?” I ask him.

“Just drink it, you’ll like it!” He promised, sounding oddly sober.

“Okay, I get I’m a foreigner, but like, you still need to explain what you give me.”

“This doesn’t have a different name anywhere else though!” He whined, making me sigh and hold out my hand.

He beamed, handing the glass to me, his smile getting bigger once I slammed it down in one go. It tasted like whiskey, which made me a bit disappointed.

“Thank you! I’ll be out in a bit.” I sang.

“Who are you talking to?” He frowned.

“My best friend, he’s sad that I didn’t invite him.”

“Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“Will do!” He left the bathroom.

“Where are you?” Jason asked, sudden seriousness in his voice.

“Are you joining us!?” I asked excitedly.

“Just tell me where you are, M/n, now.” I heard a glass door, he was coming from the office.

I didn’t like his tone. I began to pull myself up, using the sink and praying I didn't snap the sink off the wall. I gave him the name of the nightclub. I thought maybe something happened to him and he needed me. I walked across the bathroom and opened the door, music flooding in.

“Stay in the area, M/n. I’ll be there as soon as I can!” I heard his car door close before he hung up.

I frowned and made my way through the crowd. The people buying me drinks spotted me. 2 guys, 3 girls.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Guy #1 asked.

“My friend needs me tonight, sorry! Give me your names and I’ll take care of your tabs.” Guy #2 shook his head.

“Stay with us! You’ll have fun we promise!” Girl #3 yelled over the music.

I shook my head, “My best friend comes first! I’ve known him since I was 8. He needs me!”

“He’ll understand if you stay in the club though, right? If you go out there alone, it will be dangerous!” Girl #1 warned.

“Yeah! Just stay here, stick with us!” Girl #2 smiled.

Why were they so hell bent on me staying with them? They didn’t even know me. I shook my head.

“I’ll catch you all later.” I said began to walk away.

Guy #2 grabbed my wrist.

“Just stay, please!” He called over the music.

Now I was a little put-off. I should’ve walked away from them regardless.

“Listen, it was fun. I’ll pay for your tabs and everything, but I just need to leave!”

“We’ll come with you! We shouldn’t leave you alone.” I agreed to the terms Guy #1 set up.

I just needed to leave. Each step I took seemed lighter and lighter. Guy #2 held onto my arm as we walked out. Once the cold air from outside hit me, I felt dizzy and my vision blurred slightly. Guy #2 kept walking, somehow holding up my weight.

“I’m not accepting hard liquor from you guys anymore. That last drink was too strong.” I complained, moving away from Guy #2.

Even though I was starting to get nauseated, a little dizzy, and my vision was seeming to blur at random, I was still in an amazing mood, giggling and laughing as Girl #3 would attempt to joke. After a while, I was willingly walking around with them. I even took out my phone to take pictures because the store signs and lights seemed so much more bright and colorful.

After that was a blur. I don’t remember anything, but I recorded several things on my phone. Somethings that were now evidence. Somethings that I didn’t even record.

If I had to choose between ‘Remember Everything’ or ‘Remember Nothing’ I would rather not know.

I should’ve walked away. Three times that night.

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Pre-Story Warning: This story is pretty gruesome. Kept it as blood-free as possible. Please be aware. If you hate gruesome stories, I'd suggest you back out. Also has one swear word.

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Joran adjusted his tee. He unshouldered his axe. Yelping like a hog, a man squeamishly cried, strapped to the desk at his feet. Joran knelt, the man squirming and pouting, The man barked, “What are you doing? Let me go!”

He replied, “No. No, I can’t.” Joran lifted his ax to his chest. “You owe Genevieve money. If you cannot pay your debts, I’m afraid you’ll have to perish.” Joran poked the man with the butt of his ax.

Then he said, “Where is the money you owe Genevieve?”

“What do you mean?” the man asked.

Joran threatened, “Tell me. Or the ax makes you tell me.”

“Spare me!” the man said pleadingly. “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”

Joran said, “It is too late.” Joran slithered to his knees. He dragged his ax against the shag carpet. Joran stroked the handle. Then he hoisted the fine weapon. The man screamed, as the ax slammed forthwards. Joran was left discombobulated, at the man’s decollated skull. It drained no blood. “Aliens,” Joran muttered. “A threat to The Superpeople.” Joran poked the man with his gun. Truly, he believed it was an alien.

Do Unto Others… Season 2 Episode 7: The House of Joran.

Everaine crept in. “You called?” she cried to him. He did not respond. “You called?” I cried again. “Please, tell me. You called?”

Joran uttered, “Krvondel’s agents are still alive. Why was I never told of this?” Everaine scanned the alien remains.

She said, “There is something out of place.”

“What?” Joran questioned.

Everaine muttered, “Krvondel’s species of alien, Ivondr, normally leaves blood traces of blood when removed from its head.”

Joran asked, “Then?”

“Ornanz don’t leave blood trails.” she explained. “They’re often criticized for their weak pacifistic nature. They’re also shapeshifters.”

“I’ve just killed an innocent,” Joran said numbly. “What have I done?”

“There’s been a disruption,” Everaine said. “You have a more important situation to deal with. One not involving aliens. One involving a greedy man named Kallen Norell.”

Joran repeated, “Kallen Norell,” He mumbled the name over and over. “Kallen Norell… Kallen Norell… I have not heard the name in a while. Remind me who he is.”

Everaine said, “Kallen Norell’s an assassin in Man’s Grudge. He was to Keshin, as Maseel was to Henry- and as you are now to Genevieve. When Keshin dissolved, he strayed off. Formed his own hunting crew named ‘Achilles’ Knee.’ With it he massacred opossums and sold their fur.”

“And?” Joran asked.

“A man named Oliver Possum stopped him. Stabbed him with his blade. Didn’t kill him, left a permanent scar on his leg though.” she resumed.

“Get to the point,” Joran hissed.

She said, “Man named Alistair Corn, charged with assault and battery, tried to beat up Oliver. Oliver won. Was arrested and charged with murder and now is in a prison in Las Vegas. We’re gonna fetch him, was the plan. Take him and Alistair outta Sin City, and kill Kallen Norell.”

“Sounds good to me,” Joran said. “When do we go?”

“HEY.” a raspy voice barked. “STOP WHERE YOU ARE.” The voice grew closer, as it shouted, “MY NAME IS JEFFERY CLAY. INTERNATIONAL PRESS BROADCASTING CORPORATION. IS IT TRUE THAT YOU WERE BEHIND THE DEATHS OF KESHIN DE BROSSE AND HENRY EDMUNDSON JONES?”

Joran said quietly, “I’m not.”

Jeffery barked again, “ARE YOU SURE? ARE YOU SURE?”

“I’M SURE!” Joran yelled. “PIPE THE HELL DOWN. STOP WAILING LIKE A FLAILING, DYING DONKEY.”

“WELL,” Jeffery cried. “WELL CALL ME A DONKEY- ‘CAUSE YOU’RE A BIG ASS.” Immediately following his taunting, Jeffery cramped. Joran had swung fiercely at his knee with a crowbar. His tibula gave in. He was tottering off, his bones quashed. Joran hobbled over with the bat in one arm, and a shotgun in the other.

“I’m done with you,” Joran said, disappointed.

“ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?” Jeffery cried more. “DO IT. DO IT.” Unrelenting, Joran thrashed him with the blunt end of the crowbar. Disposed to land the final blow, Joran heaved his crowbar to his waist. Then drubbed Jeffery’s skull in. Agape, Everaine observed him.

“Didn’t you do the same exact thing earlier?” she asked Joran.

“I did,” Joran said admittingly. “But this time it is a human I killed. Not an alien.” He pointed to the blood and said, “As you can see, blood has been drained.”

“I thought you promised to only kill for peace when you joined The House of Jones,” Everaine spoke. “You swore off unnecessary violence.”

Joran stated, “Violence is peace.”

“Not if it’s unnecessary,” she argued. “Violence isn’t-”

“All violence is necessary violence,” Joran said, cutting her off.

“Not in The House of Jones-” Everaine said.

Joran blurted, “-Well this is The House of Joran now. Your leader is dead. I killed Genevieve.”

I blurted, “I disagree…”

“Genevieve,” Joran uttered. “You’re alive.”

I said loudly, “I’m afraid ‘The House of Joran’ will become ‘The House of Jones’ once more. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“Uhm-” he stuttered. “Yes ma’am. I’ll stay.” I carefully watched Everaine.

She looked at me, then said, “Me too. I’ll stay.”

“Good,” I replied. “Now we need to get to work. Krvondel’s The Stakeholder and I hate him. Ideas?”

“I’ve received intel from a former agent of TASK a while ago named Danny Danielson. Says ‘Krvondel’s embassy here is at these coordinates.’” Joran unrolled his sleeve and I got a peek at his watch. The screen was murky, but I could make out the numbers. I nodded in agreement. He further said, “If we can trace these coordinates we can form a barrier ‘round his embassy and go ‘boom-boom’ on it.” I relished in his words. On the way he said “boom-boom. Joran spoke with a sense of confidence, “We can terminate Krvondel. We can end his reign of terror.”

Everaine said curiously, “We’re allied with his alien species, are we not?”

“Not anymore,” I cried angrily. “Today marks the start of rebellion, inciting revolution and The House of Jones reigns supreme. Because why depose the alien leader and not invest in his wealths?”

“I say once we terminate Krvondel, we take his people and take them under our wing-” Joran said. “-by invitation or by force.”

“Amen,” I replied.

“Amen,” Everaine replied. Our mafia required preparation. The start of alien-opposition incites a war. War requires guts.