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The recently genified Princess Cadence and Gleaming Shield watch the large fleet of the Storm King’s fly over them along with every pony else in the Crystal Empire. They make a brave face for the citizens, though Cadence feels a little nervous still.

“I didn’t realize the Storm King’s forces were going to be flying over the Crystal Empire along their way to Cloudsdale. I thought they were going to approach more straight forward from the west… that may have complicated things if I had gone on to continue heading to Cloudsdale…” Gleaming comments on the event.

“Well, what do we suppose we do now, Gleaming?” Cadence asks

“Well, maybe with our genie powers we’ve gained from Starlight. The entire citizenry and us can possibly overpower that fleet with our newfound power. It’ll just take a little time to get every pony situated and-“

“Don’t bother” Gleaming is interrupted by a newly familiar voice. It was Starlight, the one who had quickly put both the rulers of the Crystal Empire and every pony else in the large city into fellow genies and new followers. Following closely is also Trixie and Sunstone, though they stand quiet. They themselves don’t know what Starlight is about to say yet, either,

“Huh? Starlight? But why?” the former stallion turned mare genie asked

“It’s simple… I’m going to take care of the Storm King… alone…” Starlight with determined eyes denoting her seriousness on this. The two rulers, as well as Trixie and Sunstone gasp loudly

“Alone?! Are you sure… we don’t know how powerful the Storm King is… and while we did feel every inch of the power-up when you genified us… we don’t know if that’ll even be enough…” Cadence mentioned with concern.

“That’s actually why I’m going to face him and his army alone. I want to show you two, and the entire empire what just ONE genie is capable of… if I can take care of the Storm King by myself… it will show you all there is NOTHING you need to fear. For if only one genie can take a threat such as the Storm King down, what else can really stop us?~” Starlight boastfully grins

Suddenly, right in front of Starlight’s face is a blue flash as Trixie teleports straight. With a very concerned face. “Starlight! Why must you face the Storm King alone?! Now I’m starting to feel what Cadence felt when Gleaming was going to leave when she was still Shining Armor..."

Gleaming Shield nods “Trixie’s right, Starlight. And this makes my admittedly desperate move to help out in Cloudsdale sound completely rational by comparison… The entire empire loves you for genifying us, if the Storm King defeats you. We could lose morale and we may be back where we were with the citizens fearing the worst when the Storm King decides it’s time to attack here…”

“I understand all your concerns, especially yours, Trixie. But if something should happen, remember… we’re immortal. No matter what the Storm King does, he can’t kill us. Though if say… there’s an unfortunate circumstance where perhaps the Storm King has some kind of way to capture us genies… You’re underestimating me though, if you think they’ll manage to do that to me easily~” Starlight confidently smirks.

“Well, why don’t you at least take a partner. I’d be willing to come with as backup” Gleaming offered. “Or you can take me along too!” Trixie pleaded

“No, I insist on taking on them alone. Besides… Gleaming, your talents are related to defense are they not? I’m not sure offensives are your… forte… no offense… you should stay here and defend the empire as you’ve been doing. As for you, Trixie… I promise you… I will return, there’s nothing I look forward to more “duels” in the future~. No Storm King will get in the way of that!”

Trixie’s still a little unsure, but understands she probably isn’t going to be able to change Starlight’s mind very easily. “Well… fine, but you better kick the Storm King and his army’s butts! I don’t want to be tasked with spreading Geniequestria without you… it just wouldn’t be the same…” Trixie’s even a little teary-eyed as she lets all her worries out. Starlight gently walks on over and puts a supportive hoof below Trixie’s chin. “Have faith in me, my great and powerful love… we’ll have lots of time to enjoy spreading the genie love everywhere soon.” Starlight then leans over to give Trixie a good long kiss. Cadence and Gleaming smile watching the two, appreciative of seeing Starlight’s a very supportive lover.

Starlight lifts herself into the air with just her magic, now fully flying with levitation. She flies on over to a spot in the air where all of the Crystal Empire can see and/or hear her. The sight of the genie that every pony is so thankful for changing their lives gives them joy, even among the uneasiness of the fleet flying over them.

While still floating, she begins to tell the citizens of her intentions “Attention, citizens of the Crystal Empire. I’m sure you’ve noticed the fleet flying over us. To ease some of your worries, the Storm King’s forces don’t look like they have any intention of attacking the Crystal Empire yet. They seem fully focused on Cloudsdale.” This does give some form of calm for the citizens that action is not imminent here, though they still do worry about what’s going to happen to Cloudsdale.

Starlight can tell that they’re worried as such “I also understand that perhaps some of you might have some friends that might be at the front lines in Cloudsdale, or the possibility of the Crystal Empire being next if they succeed to take over the Pegasi capital. I’m here to tell you all that I plan on helping out those troops! For I… am going to take on the Storm King… all. by. my. self!”

The crowd gasps, they’ve gotten hints of how powerful a genie is. From being told Starlight and Trixie were able to age-up every young pony in Equestria, what Princess Cadence and Gleaming Shield did to genify the whole empire at once, and even feeling some of that very power themselves during the genification. But the power of the Storm King was still generally unknown. There was just too much uncertainty despite their transformations. And if it’s possible that the Storm King might even be able to take on an army of genies, it suddenly makes the citizens worry about Starlight. It had not been long that they felt empowered, even before their genification they were enthralled by Starlight’s speech, they even managed to get just about instant gratification that Starlight was not lying one bit about what she had promised them. They were now most highly concerned for the safety of Starlight herself, some audible statements “No!” and “Please don’t go!” could be heard.

Starlight puts a hoof on her chest with a solemn expression. “I am flattered by your concerns about me, but I promise you there’s a reason that I’m taking on the Storm King alone. If just one genie is capable of taking them on… then there’s nothing you EVER need to fear! You will see first hoof, the kind of power I’ve given you all! In fact…”

Starlight uses her horn to create a giant screen. When the screen goes visible. The citizens of the empire can see what Starlight is seeing. As she looks down towards the crowd. They can see themselves in Starlight’s own gaze. “You’ll get to watch from my very own point-of-view what I’m doing in the Storm King’s flagship! I intend on showing you all a dominant victory! Though, if perhaps your concerns are right that the Storm King has the magic strength of just one of us, or some kind of method that I can’t anticipate… Well… at least you’ll get an idea of what he’s capable of, and hopefully you will think of a way to counteract it. Should the Storm King eventually get here, and you can rescue me”

Many in the crowd nod, though some still with faces of worry. “Now! To victory! I’l be back soon~” Starlight then starts flying through the air still in levitation towards the direction of the flagship. The crowd can see on the screen left below of Starlight approaching the large flagship.

Within moments, Starlight crawls in through an open window. She is spotted by the large hairy guards in the room who approach to apprehend her. Starlight smirks as they get close before making a magic sphere around her that pushes the guards from her, they hit the walls of the room heavily. Rendering all of them unconscious. Starlight heads into the hallways where more Storm Guards are waiting, Starlight trots down the hallways quickly knocking out every Storm Guard in her way.

Down at the Crystal Empire, they see Starlight’s already dealt some damage to the many guards within the ships. It’s become something of a sporting event already, with the whole crowd cheering Starlight on. Starlight isn’t just winning, the guards looked like they had no chance to begin with. Some beginning to believe that maybe the Storm King really is a joke compared to the power of a genie.

Back up in the ship, the sounds of the direct attack had allowed guards from other levels of the ship to press emergency alarm buttons that both serves to tell where the problem is, getting just about the entire guards force on the ship to head towards the area with the problem as well as tells the bridge, where the Storm King and Tempest currently stand. Tempest angled her eyes but was acting pretty reserved where as the Storm King was not taking things quite as well.

“TEMPEST! We have an intruder on board, and they’re laying waste to our troops! Just what is the meaning of this?!” The Storm King just about yelling in Tempest’s face.

“If you’d back off, sir. I’ve got a report from our sergeants of what’s happening…” This only has the opposite effect on the displeased conqueror.

“BACK OFF?! I’m your commander! I can do whatever I want!” The Storm King only puts his face so close his nose nearly touches Tempest’s. The stern unicorn just stays quiet, raises an eyebrow, with an unamused expression as the two have a brief stare. The Storm King proceeds to then back away but just in a nonchalant way “Ok fine, just tell me what’s going on…”

“According to many of the crew, a scantily-clad unicorn somehow flew into the ship and proceeded to wipe the floor with the guards inside…” Tempest explains

“THIS IS FROM JUST ONE UNICORN?! What kind of place is Equestria if one unicorn is capable of this?!” The Storm King briefly wonders if maybe he should have second thoughts about invading Equestria.

“My lord, I’m certain this can’t be just some normal unicorn. If it was just some regular ol’ unicorn. Your troops would have reprimanded them immediately, or heck, they shouldn’t have been able to get up to the ship. There has to be something… special… about this one… A prodigy like Princess Twilight, perhaps? That said… I wouldn’t think even Twilight was capable of this kind of damage. Nor would she be foolish to come on board alone…” Tempest putting a hoof on her chin

“If it’s a unicorn problem… then it looks like another unicorn is going to have to put a stop to it! TEMPEST! TAKE OUT THIS INTRUDER IMMEDIATELY!” The Storm King points to the backdoor of the bridge, grinding his teeth.

Tempest hesitates a bit before finally bowing and replying “As you wish, my lord…” She walks off into the hallway outside the bridge of the ship and heads toward the direction of where Starlight is still proving too much for the guards in the ship. Tempest simply follows the trail of unconscious guards to where the unicorn is currently on the ship.

Eventually, Tempest finds the largest pile-up of unconscious guards and the sounds of magic being used. She hides behind a corner to get a sight of the intruder, and sees immediately that the sergeants weren’t kidding about her being scantily clad. Noticing the transparent attire on all four hooves and a veil along with the dark jewelry adorning her. But aside from that, she could only see that she looked like a perfectly normal sized unicorn. Yet, she couldn’t deny what she had known this unicorn had already done, the evidence of her magical strength being the trail of knocked out guards. Tempest watches as yet more guards still try to apprehend Starlight, even amongst it being quite clear that no Storm Guard was a match for Starlight. Before the next group of guards make as much of a fruitless attempt, Tempest raises her voice.

“STOP! It’s clear, I’ll have to deal with this myself…” The guards listen to the orders of Tempest and stand back. Starlight can’t quite see who’s there yet, she can only hear the voice to be clearly female.

“So you’re the commander of this sorry excuse for an army?~ What makes you think you’ll succeed any more than the tens of dozens of guards on the floor?” Starlight boasts.

Tempest then walks out of the shadow in view of Starlight “Cause I know my own kind…”. Starlight gasps a bit, the commander of the Storm King’s army was also a pony. And while it wasn’t obvious at first, she can see what seems to be a small profusion from the mare’s forehead that would normally be where a unicorn was. Starlight looks more closely and sees that the horn is damaged. The sight of the damaged horn making her flinch a bit, since a broken horn is often a unicorn’s biggest fear. Now if Starlight lost her horn now, she could probably simply regenerate it. But just the sentiment of a lost horn is not something she likes to see regardless.

“A… unicorn… on the Storm King’s side? But why?” Starlight wondered.

“That’s none of your concern… cause I’m taking you out! But first…” Tempest charges her broken horn with a large flash that envelops both her, Starlight, and even a couple of guards into a different area of the ship. It was a room with no windows, and reinforced steel on all sides. There’s weight lighting and other sorts of tools for exercise. Starlight could tell this must be some sort of training room.

“What’s the meaning of bringing us here?” Starlight raised an eyebrow,

“The reinforced steel in here will allow us to duel without risking damage to the ship. You wouldn’t want this ship to go down like the Hindenburg, would you?” Starlight is aware of the infamous fate of one of the largest zeppelins made when zeppelins in Equestria were in their infancy.

“I gotcha, not sure I can expect much of a duel… but let’s see what you got~” Starlight and Tempest sternly stare each other to a standstill, waiting for one another to make a move...

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Soon, it’s Tempest who strikes first by firing magic in the shape of bolts of electricity toward Starlight. To Tempest’s surprise, Starlight doesn’t dodge at all. Instead she raises up a hoof and simply blocks the blast that should by all means be electrocuting her. She doesn’t stop blasting such bolts to try to keep some pressure. But it’s done nothing, Starlight continuing to block the bolts. No sign of pain nor struggle either. Tempest then stops firing, once all her bolts have dissipated, all that there’s standing there is Starlight’s smug smirk.

“Is that all you got?~ Cause you might as well surrender now, if that’s the best you can do” Starlight gleefully chuckles. Tempest growls in response, but she’s also still quite shocked at just how ineffective her attack was. There’s no opponent that she’s faced yet that could laugh off her magic like that.

Tempest then starts doing something else, she blasts multiple blasts close to Starlight. Each going around Starlight, though the genie is rather confused since she’s not even really moving yet Tempest seems to be missing her. “You have some awful aim, you know. I’m not even moving…”

Tempest fires more that still goes around Starlight. Before she herself smirks “I wasn’t aiming for you~” Starlight gasps a little and looks around and sees that Tempest’s attack was to actually surround her with floating blasts. “Just try and block all this!” Tempest then makes all the blasts close in towards the genie. Starlight knows she can’t block all those at once, so she tries something different. She dodges, but not in a typical way, as regardless if she dodged normally these blasts would just sharply turn toward her direction and hit her anyway. She’s warped her body, having it curve in smoke in the exact position to make her body twist in ways that are too sharp for Tempest’s blasts to hit her.

Tempest gasps, none of her blasts hit and to top it all off. Starlight’s smoky twists and turns through about the entire width of the room. It’s at this point she knew there was no point in trying to fight her. If her electricity barely hurt her, and she can do stuff like this. What chance does she have?

Starlight laughs as she morphs back to her regular, unstretched self. “I suppose we’re done then~ If you point me to the direction of the ship's bridge, I’ll just go on my merry way to deal with your boss. Though even if you refuse, what can you really do to stop me?~”

Though Tempest just smugly grins “I’ll concede that you’re stronger than me, but… we have our ways of getting powerful ponies like you out of the way… Did you really think we didn’t have a plan for invading a country known for its four alicorn princesses? GUARDS, HOLD HER DOWN!” At that order two storm guard quickly lunge to grab Starlight. Then on one of the side’s of Tempest’s flank armor, a magic ball with a green crystal at its core forms. Tempest then throws it slightly into the air before kicking it towards Starlight, but amid the struggle between Starlight and the guards attempting to keep her still, she manages to instead lift one of the guards straight into the path of the orb.

This however does allow Starlight to see the horror of what these orbs can do, as she sees the Storm guard gradually get transformed into an obsidian statue. For as powerful she is, Starlight understands beings like her may have a vulnerability to petrification. While Starlight knows he’s out and about currently, it’s true that petrification has kept beings as powerful as Discord neutralized. So all of a sudden, Starlight had to respect Tempest a lot more than she was. Though as Starlight watches the guard get petrified, Tempest uses her magic to make a smokescreen which actually makes Starlight freak a little when she realizes she doesn’t know where the commander went, until finally Tempest appears point blank. An obsidian orb is held right in front of Starlight’s eyes.

“One false move, and you’ll end up just like that guard” Just like that, the tables had been turned. Despite Starlight’s genie power, she was at Tempest’s mercy.

“Ok ok ok! I guess you’ve won… but... before you petrify me, may I ask one question of you?” Starlight pleadingly asked the commander of the Storm King’s forces.

“…Sure, why not. One more question, but you’re obviously too dangerous to be kept un-petrified. So I’m not lifting this ball an inch away from your face. If I so much as think you’re about to attempt to escape, you’re as good as a garden decoration… Understand?” Starlight nods.

“Now speak, what is your last pitiful question?” Tempest angled her eyes at the genie.

“I’ve technically already asked this, but why are you on the Storm King’s side helping him against your own country? I at least want to understand what your motivation is in all this…” Starlight sincerely asked her.

“…Part of the reason I didn’t answer you the last time was because I wouldn’t think you would understand, no pony ever understands the pain I’ve gone through… I used to have friends in Equestria, but suddenly, something as minor as a facial and horn dismemberment from an unfortunate encounter with an Ursa Minor is enough for them to either start laughing at me… or even fearing me as if I was some kind of monster… I lost my friendships and my way of life, all because I lost my horn… I’ve made do since then in learning how to use magic without a full horn… but that doesn’t make up for the struggles I’ve had in life…” Starlight’s eyes go wide, Tempest was doing this because she lost her friendships after losing her horn. While not entirely the same, she could… relate a little. In regards to her life after Sunburst left Sire’s Hollow.

“So… all this… over not having a horn? And what has the Storm King promised you on this matter?” Starlight got curious

“He’s said that amidst his conquest and after all the Alicorns are captured, he’d find a way to restore my horn as a reward for helping him conquer Equestria. Perhaps, it’s a little extreme to sell out my entire country to him… but I really had no one else offering to help me… and it’s far too late to change course now… So what are you going to do now that you know the answer? Laugh at me for having such a petty reason?” Tempest raises an eyebrow about ready to punch Starlight with the orb the moment she starts laughing like she presumes..

Starlight just shakes her head, and looks in Tempest's eyes sincerely “Actually… I understand how you feel…”

Tempest goes wide-eyed. “Wha… what do you mean by that?”

“Believe it or not, I’m not quite a hero under Equestria’s standards either… I have ulterior motives of my own… and most would say it was as petty if not more for the reasons why. Only it’s in regards to losing a friend over… cutie marks… since I never saw my friend for a long time after they had gotten theirs… I have actually not too long ago reconciled with them… but as you’ve said, even when circumstances have become better. The pain of those years didn't go away so easily… They’re different circumstances I know, but ponies that lost friendships and had painful memories because of a lost horn, and/or cutie marks… can have a little… sympathy for each other, correct?” Tempest takes a moment to think about it. The situations are a little different, but at their core, it was true. Starlight and Tempest’s stories are similar, this pony in front of her might actually be able to understand Tempest’s struggle. Which only now makes her conflicted, there’s no way the Storm King would agree to keeping the pony that stormed his flagship un-petrified.

“I guess… you have a point… but I’m sorry… I still have to petrify you…” Tempest lowers her head, now feeling some actual form of regret that she may have found some pony who somewhat understands where she’s coming from. Only for her role as commander to have to forcefully subjugate them anyway.

“Wait wait wait, Tempest… what If I told you… I can do something about your horn…” Tempest lifts up a bit of a skeptical eyebrow, but it still perks her interest.

“What can you really do about my horn? Don’t mess with my emotions, or I may not regret putting you in obsidian after all…” Tempest frowns.

“Listen… all you have to do… is say you wish you had your horn back...” Starlight looks in Tempest’s eyes in sincerity. Though this actually makes Tempest laugh.

“Ha ha ha, yeah right… like saying 'I wish I had my horn back!' would realistically work…” Tempest just chides skeptically. Unbeknownst to her, genie wishes don’t notice sarcasm. And Starlight smirks as she proceeds to grant Tempest’s wish. Starlight’s blue magic envelop’s Tempest’s broken horn. And gradually, her horn grows back and more, as it turns out that if she had never had her horn broken. Her horn would be quite long, though perhaps it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise since some unicorns that are quite tall have had large horns. It still came as a surprise to Tempest, due to having had her horn lost since she was little.

Tempest just looks up at her restored horn in shock. The orb she was holding disappears as she fully focuses on having her horn back

“y-y-y-y-yo-You… you’ve restored my horn! B-b-b-but how?!” Tempest mouth still agape.

Starlight smirks and bows gracefully “An easy fix for a wish-granting genie like myself~”

“Wait… YOU’RE A GENIE?!” It was hard to believe, but the fact that her horn was very much there and felt real. Showed Starlight had such miraculous powers, plus the fact of how powerful Starlight seemed earlier. It was all starting to make sense now.

“I take it that you don’t plan to put me in stone any more?~” Starlight smirked

“How can I after you’ve done this for me?!” Tempest rubs her restored horn to check every inch of it to make sure this was no illusion. But it felt as real as could be, though she does worry about something. “Although… I’m not sure my boss will appreciate me letting you go… he’ll want you punished for storming his ship in some way. Not to mention your power will be considered a threat to his plans…”

“Well, how about this, we’ll go see your boss together and have a chat. Perhaps we’ll… come to a settlement” Starlight proposes the idea to Tempest

Tempest shrugs “Eh, I don’t know. Diplomacy isn’t my boss's strong suit, he’s kind of a gung-ho nation conqueror. Politics bores him…”

“Let’s be honest, even career politicians hate politics at least some of the time” Both mares chuckle

Tempest sighs after she finishes laughing “I do still worry about… my motivation going forward though. As I’ve told you, the reason I teamed up with the Storm King to begin with was because he felt like the only path to restoring my horn. Now that I do have my horn back, I’m not sure I’m into the business of taking over my old country… I still feel some resentment for the way my “friends” treated me after I lost my horn… but is that really enough for me to let my boss ruthlessly rule over ponies that did nothing to me? Starlight walks closer and pats Tempest on the shoulder.

“We won’t know until we see how your boss feels. Maybe he’ll have another thing to motivate you on his supposed conquest. I kinda have plans of my own for Equestria, but we’ll see if we can’t make some kind of deal.” Starlight gives Tempest a confident smile.

Tempest thinks about it, if the Storm King is gracious enough that she has her horn back, and comes with an alternate motivation such as a share of the new leadership of the conquered Equestria. That may be enough for her to continue helping with the Storm King's conquest. Even better if he can come to some sort of agreement with Starlight. “Yeah… perhaps that would be the best way forward. I’ll take you to the bridge. Follow me”.

“Wait, before we go. I don’t think we’ve properly introduced each other. What’s your name?” Tempest gets a bit of a surprised look on her face as she realizes that they hadn’t given each other’s names. It has been a while since she’s ever made new friends, and most of the time she was meeting someone new. She was tasked with taking them prisoner.

“i-i-i-I… am… Tempest Shadow…” Starlight shakes Tempest’s hoof lightly. “And I’m Starlight Glimmer” Starlight smiles sincerely before they finally start walking together.

The two mares leave the training room, when they reach the hallways any storm guards there are told by Tempest that the intruder is not attacking any more. She’s taking her to the bridge, though some of the storms that had recovered from being knocked out feel like they’re a little too afraid to try attacking Starlight even if she still was. She decides to troll them a little bit, once her back is turned towards them, she turns her head completely around, in a way that would be impossible without a fatal snap of the neck if she weren’t a genie, at first with a wicked grin on her face, before she sticks her tongue out at them. Freaking out many of the guards in the hallway even more. She rotates her head back to it’s regular position as she laughs to herself.

Soon, Tempest and Starlight reach the door to the bridge. Tempest enters first, with the Storm King noting that the alarm has finished. Presuming that Tempest has dealt with the threat.

“Ah! You’re back, Tempest! You must have beaten whoever was storming the ship. Proud of ya!” The delighted conqueror gave a double thumbs up. Tempest just awkwardly smiles.

“Well… about that… my lord… I’ve actually… brought our little intruder here…” Starlight then walks in with a smug face.

“WHAT?! YOU BROUGHT HER HERE?! There isn't even a scratch on her! What’s the meaning of th- Wait, something’s different about you Tempest… did you get a new haircut?” Tempest rolls her eyes. “Sir, it’s my horn...”

The Storm King takes a closer look, and indeed. Tempest has her horn restored, the entire reason Tempest agreed to help him command Equestria in the first place. “WHAAAAAAAT?! But… how?!” Though he then covers his mouth realizing why that would be troublesome for what he promised her

“Did… you just say… how?! You… never knew a way to restore my horn to begin with?!” Tempest’s face goes angry with her accusation. The Storm King waves his hands and quickly thinks of something to try to calm her down

“u-u-u-u-uh-uh Tempest! Calm down, now! I didn’t have the solution yet… but… I would have DEFINITELY researched it while we were spreading my empire across Equestria!” He nervously smiles. Tempest isn’t amused.

“You’ve told me years ago you had found a sure way to give my horn back, and the easiest way would require collecting Alicorn magic… you even did a sort of attempt where you tested to see if Celestia and Luna’s was enough… but when it failed… you figured that we still needed Cadence and Twilight’s magic. Can you with any certainty say that would have ever worked?!” Tempest grinds her teeth, the nation conqueror doesn’t seem so strong now with his commander questioning him.

“I… uh… well… maybe it… or…” He just mumbles a word salad as he tries to explain through his lies to Tempest.

“It’s true then, you never actually knew any kind of way to bring me back my horn… you’ve been using me the whole time… haven’t you?!” Tempest’s angry face just about burned into the eyes of the Storm King.

“Now, now, now Tempest! I’m er… happy for you that you have your horn back and I’m um… sorry… yes… totally sorry that I never knew an actual way! But hey! We can still take over Equestria together, right?! You… still want to take revenge on those ponies that wronged you… right?!” The Storm King hopes that regaining her horn hasn’t killed her motivation to lead his army.

“Maybe I would have, if you came off as a little more grateful that I got my horn… but I can tell now that you never did care, you only used it as bait for me to follow your orders… it is your lies being exposed that make me more reluctant than anything else to continue working for you...” The Storm King just gets angry.

“Ugggggh, FINE. Yes… I lied about ever having known a way to restore your horn… but can you tell me how you just got your horn restored? Maybe it would have been possible I could have come across it during our conquest…” The Storm King pouted as he asked his commander.

“That would be… thanks to our very intruder… she told me to wish for my horn back. I was skeptical of course, but then she just went and did it… it seems she’s some kind of magical genie” Suddenly, the Storm King smiles.

“A GENIE?! Then to tartaurus with this invasion! I can just WISH my way to the conquest of Equestria!” Though he briefly gets worried about something. "Wait, wishing your horn back was the ONLY wish you made... right?" Tempest nods "Ah, good! Then there's still two more that I can use!" Starlight smirks and leans on closer to Tempest to whisper to her "I'm not actually limited to three wishes~"

The Storm King triumphantly poses raising his arm in the air, his fingers spread wide open and then closed into a fist as he makes his first wish. “All-powerful genie! I wish… you’d bring me Princesses Twilight Sparkle and Cadence right here!”

Starlight rolls her eyes “I have a name you know…” The Storm King turns toward Tempest “Wait… do I have to know her name in order to unlock access to wishes or something? You better tell me, I don’t want to waste time to rumpelstiltskin this!”

“No, not knowing her name isn’t required. But it is the polite thing to do…” The Storm King spits his tongue “Bah… politeness… I thought you had been betrayed too much by friendship to care for such dreck like ‘manners’”. Starlight is not amused by the Storm King one bit, she leans on to Tempest’s ear “How did you deal with this guy for so many years… he’s awful…” Tempest softly chuckles before whispering “Well, when I was desperate. I’d always say ‘Anything to get my horn back”.

“But fine, Ms. Demandy-Genie… just introduce yourself and grant my wish. I don’t have all day, genies are supposed to grant all their master’s wishes. Now, get to it!” His attitude towards her only raises Starlight’s dislike of this Storm King higher. But she takes a deep breath to calm herself, and then smirks knowing how she’ll twist what the Storm King wants.

“Ahem, my name is Starlight Glimmer. As your right-hand mare stated, I am an all-powerful, magical genie. Now, just to be completely sure. Your wish was for me to give you Princesses Twilight and Cadence? Correct?” Starlight asked of the conqueror.

“Yes, bring them here right now!” The Storm King ordered Starlight.

Starlight just smirks as she makes her horn glow. The Storm King awaits the appearance of the rest of the Alicorns to complete his coup over Equestria. 2 magic glows appear in front of him, he expects them to grow into the size of the two Alicorns and out they’ll pop. Then Tempest will proceed to kick obsidian orbs to turn them to stone. The two glows do expand a little but suddenly two small poofs appear a little earlier than he was expecting. Out from the two poofs were two toy plushies of Twilight and Cadence.

“Here you go! I bet these will look good on your shelf~” Starlight chuckles

The Storm King’s jaw dropped “Wha… what… WHAT IS THIS?! I did not ask for TOYS! Unless… maybe you turned them into toys… which would be alright I guess… since it’s basically turning them into objects either way… but at least statues make something of a cool collection...”

Starlight just bluntly states what they are “Nope, these aren’t actually them, they’re just toys through and through. Look, they even sing!” Starlight presses the button on the Twilight toy first

♫ “A true, true friend helps a friend in need! A friend will be there to help them see! A true, true friend helps a friend in need. To see the light! That shines from a true, true friennnnd!” ♫

Starlight then presses the button on the Cadence plushie.

♫ “This day was going to be perfect… the kind of day of which I’ve dreamed since I was sma-“♫

“ENOUGH! THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WISHED FOR!” The Storm King angered by what he sees as humiliation.

Starlight just teases the conqueror further “Awwww, what’s wrong. Would you like the full set of princesses and Twilight’s friends to go with these two?~ “ Starlight then poofs up plushies of Celestia, Luna, and the others of the Elements “Now you can act out all your closet brony dreams~”

“GRRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!” The Storm King yells out in anger.

“Still not satisfied? How about I include exclusive plushies of me and Trixie not on the market yet! I’m sure the coming Genie sets will be a hit~”

The Storm King slaps away the Starlight and Trixie plushies with his hands.

“NO! NO MORE PONIES! NO MORE SINGING! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS. I. HATE. PONIES. I ALWAYS HAVE! YOUR SICKLY SWEET COLORS AND USELESS DISGUSTING DECLARATIONS OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MY FUTURE SLAVES, ESPECIALLY YOU NOW, AS THAT IS A GENIE’S ENTIRE PURPOSE! YOU CANNOT DEFY YOUR MASTER! NOW GRANT ME CONQUEST OF EQUESTRIA OR ELSE I… I’LL…”

Starlight despises pretty much everything that the Storm King just said, but she just smiles smugly knowing that Tempest probably didn’t appreciate hearing that just now either “Or. you’ll. what? I don’t think you understand the position you’re in... Especially, after what you just said…” Storm King turns toward the genie “Just what do you mean…” Starlight just points toward Tempest’s direction. Who’s now having a rage build inside her, with some intense tears flowing too.

“Is… this how you’ve felt about me the entire time? AM I JUST A SLAVE TO YOU?! TELL ME RIGHT NOW!” Tempest’s anger topples over the Storm King. “Uh.. uh.. uh… wait! No, no, no, Tempest! That doesn’t apply to you… you’re… one of the good ones!” The Storm King covers his mouth realizing that only makes him sound worse.

“Be honest now, what would you have really done if I had gotten all the Alicorns collected like you asked… in the situation that I still didn’t have my horn…” Tempest’s face now straight in the Storm King’s face as she demands a full admittance of what he truly was going to do if he felt this extreme about all ponies this entire time.

The Storm King’s just left to a babble of word salad again trying to explain himself. Tempest knows she probably isn’t going to get it out of him. So she instead turns to Starlight. “Starlight, I think it’s time for another wish…”

“Wait, Tempest… this would be the 3rd wish right… I’ve read Aladdin! Which means she would go away… yes! Make the wish! Save me! I… can make it all up to you! Just take this meddling genie away!” The Storm King desperately tries to get back in a more advantageous position. Starlight just shakes her head and chuckles, knowing full well it’s going to be priceless once the Storm King finds out she’s not the kind of genie he thinks she is.

“Starlight, I wish I knew what the Storm King planned on doing once he collected the Alicorn magic in his staff” Starlight nods, using her magic to bring something out of the Storm King’s mind which causes him to be dizzy for a temporary time, then she projects a screen. Showing a hypothetical scenario where the Storm King and Tempest successfully have turned Cadence and Twilight into statues too. And all their magic was now in the Storm King’s staff. The visuals even have speech.

“We’ve done it, my lord. All the Alicorn magic is yours. Now… can you see if you were right that collecting all that magic could have the power to restore my horn?” the Tempest on the screen pleaded.

“Sure, sure, sure, just turn your back… and I shall see if I can give you your horn back…” Tempest watching the screen notices the Storm King on screen has a rather mischievous face as he said that, Tempest seems to almost whisper a “No… don’t!” to herself in the screen but the Tempest in the screen wasn’t made aware of the Storm King’s true colors and obeys the Storm King. As the Storm King takes the staff, and points it toward Tempest.

“Now that I think about it… I think I know where your horn could be…” The screen’s Storm King declares

This confuses the screen’s Tempest “Huh? Where it could be? But I thought you were restor-“ She slowly turns around, but by the time she notices the Storm King has already fired a strong bolt of electricity from the staff straight towards her.

“You’ll find your horn… IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!” The Tempest on-screen has no time to react as she is electrocuted, a chilling painful scream is heard. The metal of Tempest’s armor now a detriment to her as it conducts the powerful electricity. The Tempest on screen crumple’s over as the Storm King on screen laughs maniacally. The best case scenario was that she was only put into a coma, but with that kind of voltage enhanced by the power of all four alicorns. It was all too obvious that Tempest just witnessed her own execution. The screen then collapses. Not only did the Storm King not actually have any intention of giving her horn back, all that she did for him, what would it have been for? All for the Storm King to kill her, as she lost her usefulness.

“You… you…. YOOOOOOU… YOU WERE GOING TO KILL ME?!” The Storm King now fully cornered, he tries one more desperate plea that he hope Tempest will find plausible.

“Hold on now! Starlight could have staged that… I never had any intention to kill you! Honest! You’re my best commander! I would never have done anything of the sort! Happy happy joy joy friendship and all that!“ The Storm King awkwardly smiles.

“Then what was all that about how us ponies are nothing but slaves to you, and how you find our way of life disgusting right down to our technicolor fur…” Tempest’s face not any farther from his face

“Uh… uh… uh… I was… j-j-j-jo-joking! Yeah! You ponies need to learn to take a joke! That’s all it was! I don’t mean what I say, heck, sometimes I don’t even understand what I say half the time! I’m just so hilarious that I sound serious! Ahahahahahah! Come on, laugh with me like you did before! AHAHAHAHAHA” This time Tempest does not even attempt to laugh.

The Storm King realizes he isn’t likely to convince Tempest of anything, though he notices something. Tempest had made the 3rd wish after he presumed that Tempest and him have taken the first 2. yet Starlight was still here. “Hang on a moment, you’ve granted the 3rd wish. Why aren’t you gone?!”

Starlight just cackles “You have much to learn about how genies like me work, I can twist your wishes the way I see fit. Didn’t you see that I gave you plushies and not the actual ponies themselves when you asked for Twilight and Cadence on purpose? Or is your opinion of us ponies so low that you thought I was so stupid to not know what you really wanted?" The Storm King just gasps, just as Starlight said. He legitimately thought that the plushies weren't on purpose, and thought of Starlight's intelligence as being that low.

Starlight smirks before telling the Storm King one last fact that breaks his perceptions about genies "What's more... is I'm not limited to any number of wishes~”

“Whaaaaat… what… kind of… THAT ISN’T FAIR! That’s not how genies are supposed to work! You should only be able to OBEY your master! You should only have THREE wishes to make before you’re SEALED for another 10,000 years! I’M THE BIG BAD! This is MY story! I am destined to write the story of how I ended Equestria!”

“Are you sure?~ From what I’ve seen, I think from the very beginning… you’ve simply been a weak little man-child that has a power fantasy… The truth is… you needed Tempest more then you were ever willing to admit. It was TEMPEST who’s led your army on all your conquests, it was TEMPEST who had the obsidian orbs capable of bringing down even some of the most difficult ponies in your way, and yet… if you had gotten your hands on all the power you wanted… you plotted to rid yourself of her permanently… a strong conqueror would have recognized that those closest to them are as important as yourself. You could have promised her a share of the power, even if you couldn’t ever find a way to give Tempest her horn. You could have offered her a solid role in your conquered Equestria. But instead… you plotted to KILL her, not out of strength. But of cowardice and fear of her one day realizing she could plot against you, because you know… you… KNOW… that Tempest was more powerful then you could ever dream of being! You’re nothing without Tempest, the only way you could be ever worth more then a grain of salt. Is if you were a garden decoration…”

The Storm King grinds his teeth. “How… DARE… you…” But then he realizes something that Starlight ended her statement with, as he sees that Tempest’s armor is creating a sphere. He backs away slowly towards the door to the ship’s hallways.

“Wait… NO! Tempest… we can talk about this… right?! Please! Help me! Stone the genie instead! I can give you a share of the power in my conquered Equestria! I can change my ways! I can be taught to be better! Isn’t it a philosophy of you ponies to forgive?! FORGIVE ME ALREADY!”

Tempest chuckles and brings out her best sarcasm “Hm, who should I choose… share power with the megalomaniac man-child that plotted to kill me, or the powerful genie that could give me everything I could possibly want… and not to mention actually treats me like an equal… Such a hard choice to make!” The Storm King puts his hand together in one last hope that Tempest was actually having some tough time deciding. Starlight’s not worried one bit however, she just winks and smiles at Tempest.

Tempest uses her restored horn to dramatically throw the orb in the air… and kicks it straight toward the Storm King…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo!” The Storm King’s mouth audibly lowered as he’s turned to stone by the effect of the orb. The Storm King now in an eternal fearful pose, it was as Starlight said. The Storm King worked from a weak position to make him feel stronger then he actually was. When the conquests were never actually from his own power, even if he had succeeded in getting the Alicorn magic. That wouldn’t have been his own magic, he would have stolen that magic. His pose as a statue made him seem very much like the psychopathic, weak being that Starlight described him as.

Tempest at first basks in the petrification of her awful boss. Laughing at first, though those laughs start fading into a more awkward laugh, before she suddenly starts sobbing. Starlight approaches and puts a hoof on her shoulder.

“Ugh… he was so awful to me… I should have seen all the red flags before all this… but… he was the only one I felt like I could trust for years… how... can I ever trust anyone ever again…?! How do I know you aren’t going to betray me in the end too… just like my old friends did…” Tempest admits to Starlight.

“There there, Tempest… I promise you that you’ll never feel betrayed ever again, if you come along with me… As I’ve said before, I’m not exactly here to save Equestria. I plan on conquering Equestria similarly to your terrible boss, but my method for reforming Equestrian society is meant to benefit every pony. Not just the leader, like it would have been if your boss had taken over Equestria. Unlike your boss, I’m under the position that we should make everypony equally happy. And I’ve lucked upon the perfect solution to that goal~” Starlight smirks

“What… what is this goal?” Tempest wonders

“Tempest Shadow, I plan on gradually transforming every pony in Equestria into genies like me. You witnessed first hoof how powerful I was back in that training room, that kind of power can be yours too. And we can spread it to every pony else in time” Tempest raises an eyebrow “Turning every pony into genies? Isn’t that… a little extreme? What if I just wished that we were all equal right here and now, if your goal was Equality?”

“You know that I’d just interpret it in a way that I would just continue to do what I’m already doing~ Cause for me, transforming ponies into genies IS the Equality I want to achieve~. I just don’t want to complete it too fast. Genifications are just so much fun, you’ll understand as soon as you feel the transformation process yourself~”

“If you… say so…” Tempest is still a little hesitant.

“I know you understandably have some trust issues, especially after what had just been revealed to you about your boss. If you come with me as a fellow genie, you will retain your role as a commander of an army. And have powers beyond what your restored horn allows you.” Starlight strikes a genuine tone for the pony still left with some trust issues after what she’s been through all her life.

“Would I really have a choice even if I said no, though? I can’t imagine every pony in Equestria will just… willingly want to be a genie… that said… perhaps part of it that they’d think it’s as limited as my boss had thought at first, due to all those old stories… I have to admit, becoming a genie that can interpret wishes any way they’d like, and not being limited in the number of wishes sounds… enticing… I have to imagine has to be some catch to it… It can’t all be good things… can it?” Tempest asks sincerely.

Starlight chuckles “You’d be surprised~ I suppose if it counts, it does mean you’ll have to have a small vessel as a new home. As that sort of comes with the territory, but honestly… even that supposed “downside” has its perks~”

Tempeest raises an eyebrow. “Perks of being stuck in what might as well be a jar? Pardon my skepticism, but if I’m going to go along with this I’m going to have to understand how there’s anything good about this whole thing…”

Starlight nods “It’s actually pretty simple, the feeling of going in and out is amazing. It’s honestly hard to describe it, you should just take my word for it that you’ll understand the moment those hooves of yours enter for the first time. And it will only become all the more clear as the process continues~”

Tempest sits and thinks, even if she says no. Starlight’s goal will probably get her captured anyway even if she were somehow able to escape, not that she’d likely be able to get away that easily. All of the unknowns of it all still leaves Tempest a bit reluctant to trust, though at the same time it was Starlight who exposed the Storm King’s true colors. She was also quite impressed with what Starlight was able to do in the training room. Having that kind of power certainly would be a boon, and that’s not even getting into these supposed other kinds of pros to being a genie that Starlight is claiming.. Every pony living together for all eternity with similar power to do anything they wanted.

While Starlight still acts a bit devious, it’s also true that Starlight had done so much for her. More than anypony ever has, more then her so-called “friends” that left her after she broke her horn and certainly more then the Storm King who was going to reward all she did for him with betrayal and a painful death. Even if it turned out Starlight is exaggerating some of the good things of being a genie, maybe it’d be preferable at this point. Maybe she’ll find some of her old friends that scorned her and get some enjoyment out of bottling them herself, she could even potentially even have them back as friends for good. And well, she certainly wouldn’t have to worry about death any longer. She takes a deep breath before finally speaking again.

“Alright… Starlight, I’ll do it… I’ll become a genie…” Tempest looks in Starlight’s eyes sincerely.

Starlight smirks “Goooooood!” She pops up a bottle out of thin air pointing it at Tempest. “You’ll love being a genie, I promise you~. Apologies, if this scares you at first” Starlight lifts off the stopper to formally start the genification.

Within seconds, Tempest’s fore hooves start acting weird. She sits down, raises them close to her face, and looks down at them as they seem to wave softly in a way similar to Princess and Celestia’s manes and tails before they start stretching. She grimaces as she finds this so bizarre, if this was all a trap to just capture her in a bottle for one more betrayal in her life. There’d be nothing to stop this one, but Starlight seemed like some pony that for once knows how she feels, despite some lingering worries about what could be happening to her. She takes some deep breaths to calm herself, as she just lets it happen.

Her hooves then start twisting together, her purple hooves look something akin to dark purple taffy twirling around the other until finally the tips of her hooves reach the bottle Starlight was levitating

“aaaaAAAAAAhhh!” Tempest felt it straight away, the feelings Starlight described that were hard to explain. The fact Starlight was right about this feeling, erased any remaining doubt she had. “s-s-s-st-Starlight… m-m-my gosh… t-this… is amazing… you were totally right...” Her eyes are half-lidded, and she bites her lip… “How can I ever repay you for both showing my old boss’s true colors before it was too late, and now this too~” Tempest taking a deep breath of relaxation.

“The only thing you’ll ever have to do, is help me spread the wonders of genification to all of Equestria. Perhaps technically, I’ll be your new boss. But I don’t view you as a slave like your old boss, I don’t think it’s even right to say you’re my employee. We’ll be equals, Tempest. And so will every pony else that joins us. You will be making others as happy as I’m doing to you, right now~” Starlight softly sweetened Tempest’s mind as it’s overwhelmed with her transformation.

“That does... sound so much better… honestly, if this is what being a genie feels like… I’d hardly mind being a level below you… but it does help to know that… perhaps for once… I’ve found a true friend in you, Starlight… Thank you… for opening up my eyes…” Tempest somewhat ironically closes her eyes after that statement, but she’s still sincerely smiling as the end of her nose starts stretching and spiraling towards where her hooves were. Her upper body forms into a shape as if she had been pulled through a small pipe, the rest of her body gradually joining the suction, even the heavy armor on Tempest’s body is morphed alongside her. Tempest’s moans could be heard as her entire body is gradually shaped to fit within the vessel. Starlight decided to flourish this genification a bit by moving the bottle behind her, so that all that’s left of Tempest starts swirling around Starlight’s body, soon all of Tempest’s body aside from her tail was left.

Starlight proudly stands as the swirling tail is all around her as it slowly but surely bring what’s left of Tempest into the vessel. Tempest eye’s visible from the bottom of the vessel. It’s not long before there’s only inches of her tail left as it completely absorbs any further trace of the large unicorn. Starlight proceeds to place the stopper to seal Tempest in. The bottle fades into that of Tempest’s colors. Starlight didn’t actually get to see her original cutie mark. But it must have been some kind of firework, as she can see that her cutie mark now had what appears to be blue sparks being shot out of a vessel.

She then opens up the bottle, to release the new genie. Dark purple smoke swirls with blue sparks popping throughout. The smoke forms into the shape of Tempest’s silhouette, her horn being restored gives the new genie a majestic and powerful presence.

Her armor was now gone, though her veil and leggings were as dark as the armor she had been wearing. As she fades in, Tempest starts hugging herself, very much satisfied with her transformation. As unbelievable as it seemed, there was hardly any downsides Tempest could feel. She felt renewed, more powerful then she was before, she felt more free then she was before, despite the connotations of having a vessel, and all that genie purpose and strength filling her mind with wonder and pleasure beyond anything she’s felt before.

“Ahhhhh… Oh, Starlight… this is… wonderful… I’m so glad… I finally found some pony... I can trust… everything you said came true… I am forever... in your debt... if you need a commander to spread the joys of genification… I’m your mare…” She puts the ends of her hooves parallel one another, and gracefully bows toward Starlight while still tailed to her vessel.

Starlight smirks “Perfect~. I henceforth bequeath you the role of commander of my genie army!”

Tempest is however curious about this army. “Do you even already have an army? Or do you mean for us to create one soon? Cause I would have thought you’d had attacked us with them if you had one…” While saying this, Tempest floats back down towards the floor and regains her[pmu tail and hindlegs.

“Heh, admittedly I wanted to show off a bit to them first. Show what even just one genie can do, they’ve actually been watching us the entire time through my eyes. They can see you right now, their new commander! Why don’t you say hi?~” Tempest’s eyes go wide for a short bit as she looks into Starlight’s eyes now knowing all this time there’s been more eyes watching then she’d thought.

“Oh! Uh… hi? Er… Starlight, where are these ponies currently situated?” Starlight points back to the Crystal Tower still somewhat visible in the distance, “They’re all from the Crystal Empire. I had gotten the entire population there genified shortly before your arrival~”

Tempest is shocked “The ENTIRE population of the Crystal Empire?! Me and the Storm King really didn’t stand a chance did we… I’m surprised we weren’t shot out of the sky the moment we flew over the place, if every pony there is as powerful as you are now…”

“Nopony knew how strong you or the Storm King were, however. To be fair, those obsidian orbs might have worked in defeating me. I’m sure you gave them a pretty good scare when you held up one in my face” Tempest frowns. That’s probably not a good first impression for the army she’s about to command.

“Oopsie… I uh… promise I’ll never threaten to do that to any of you… your leader was obviously far more powerful at that point, those orbs are in fact the only reason were were able to kidnap the royal sisters to begin with…” Tempest rubs the back of her head sheepishly.

“No worries, Tempest! It’s all water under the bridge, you’re on our side now. And my fellow genies will welcome you! The fact you almost pulled a fast one on me only cements yourself as a strong commander. As I’ve exposed, you were actually the source of the Storm King’s power. While he was nothing but a xenophobic megalomaniac hiding his weakness behind the truly strong!” Starlight puts her powerful orating skills. Tempest and Starlight cannot hear the audience that’s at the Crystal Empire. But if they could, they’d certainly have been hearing loud cheers ever since the Storm King had been petrified. The crowd altogether chants Starlight and Tempest’s names. As Starlight has promised, there was nothing they needed to fear any more.

Back inside the bridge of the flagship, Tempest was wondering something “Though uh… Starlight… if your goal is to genify just about any pony you come across… Does that mean you’ll want to get my old boss unpetrified so you can do the same to him? Cause if so… we can just get that over with now if you wish…”

Starlight thinks for a moment on whether to consider doing that. But she just closes her eyes, frowns, and shakes her head “Nah… after his pitiful display… I don’t think he deserves to be one of us… He’ll stay simply a decoration. Nothing more then a personal possession of us ponies, I can’t think of anything he’d want less~”

Tempest chuckles “I could think of something that’d probably build his rage further if he’s at all still conscious in there. Putting makeup on, and making him wear frilly dresses, hehe.” Starlight joins in laughing about the sort of humiliation they could put the statue of the conqueror through. Though she changes subject to ask Tempest about others that are most certainly nearby.

“Do you have any suggestion of what we should do with the Storm Guards? They’re no threat to us, but since you are their commander, I thought I’d let you decide what we do with them” Tempest thinks for a moment. “If its alright, Starlight… I kinda just want to use our amazing genie magic to send them home… I don’t know if you want to have your army even stronger in number with them as genies. But honestly, most of the guards here have never wanted to fight to begin with. Many were forced to put up with a draft by my boss, and you’d be surprised at just how many in the army are secretly softies inside. Maybe we’ll get to them if you ever want to expand your genifications outside of Equestria. But, as their commander, I’d like nothing more than for them to have some peace for once.

“That sounds fair to me, Tempest. I’ll even make the wish while you grant it. I wish all the zeppelins in the fleet except for our ship were safely landed back in their original airports. And any storm guards on any of the ships were teleported back home, safe and sound” Tempest closes her eyes and envisions exactly what Starlight described. Her restored horn is fully enveloped with magic as every storm guard in the zeppelin followed by every surrounding zeppelin glows with Tempest’s magic color. Within seconds, all the storm guards and Zeppelins blink out. Sent all the way where they came from. Leaving just Starlight, Tempest, and the statue of the Storm King on the Zeppelin set on autopilot.

The invasion force was no more, now it was just the genies. Starlight and Tempest bask together for a short while, looking at the beautiful sky in the windows. They relax for a little while longer before Starlight gasps and proceeds to ask Tempest a very important question

“Say… wait a moment… you said you turned Princesses Celestia and Luna into statues with those orbs of yours, correct? Where are they currently?” Tempest puts a hoof on her cheek “Oh! My gosh, I can’t believe I forgot to mention… yeah… they’re both in this ship’s cargo hold… lemme guess… you’d like to genify them too?~”

Starlight smirked evilly and cackles “Of course~, as if I was going to do anything else~”

The two genies all delightfully laugh together as they head to the direction of the cargo hold. Their somewhat similar pasts made it easy for these two to relate with each other, becoming fast friends. Tempest was thankful towards Starlight for exposing the Storm King for who he truly was, not to mention restoring her horn as she’s dreamed of. While Starlight has in Tempest somepony who’s felt left behind by their friends in their childhood, and she also now has a strong commander that could help her forces to spread across Equestria.

And soon, two huge dominoes in Starlight’s desires for geniequality were about to fall…

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A/N: Instead of attending to the rest of my WIPS, here’s 1.6k words of Bottom Bucky and Service Dom reader. Throatfucking. Erm. Cathartic crying.

Warnings: Bucky working out trauma. Please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You teach him how to want things again.

His pieces from the past, the joys he used to have taken too soon— you tell him he can have it all back.

It started with food, predictably. No longer being tube-fed slurry, Bucky quickly embarked on discovering all the new flavors of the 21st century.

Chocolate alone was a month-long passion as he attempted to scrub out the standard issued combat rations haunting his tongue. Chalky cuts like cold pressed gravel— fuck that. The first time you broke off a square of unroasted, dark, sprinkled with Himalayan sea salt chocolate, Bucky’s head hit the back of the couch with a pathetic mewl and a million things rushed through his mind of all the ways he could keep feeling this good.

Sleep came next— something he thought he’d had enough of, but the difference between getting perma-frosted every decade and lying face down in whatever memory foam’s made out of is lifetimes apart.

Bubble baths. Streaming apps. Nice clothes.

Attention and affection. Kisses. Braids in his hair. Tickles for extra laughs. His ego’s in overdrive because he has half a thought about anything and you’re fulfilling it like his personal genie. You say he needs all the dopamine he can get and you’re gonna give it to him.

And you give it to him in spades.

Orgasms. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s spoiled rotten.

Morning sex, afternoon sex, sex before bed. Blindsided in hallways and under conference room tables. The compound pool’s been properly christened more than once, and if Tony ever found out just exactly how many of those precious luxury cars have seen the imprint of Bucky’s ass, he’d set them all on fire.

But, reconciliation comes for him eventually. Spend long enough feeling all good he figures it was about time he starts screwing it up. He turns greedy, he starts wanting for too much. His girl’s an insatiable little beast, but even beasts have limits.

Bucky went shy when he asked, stuttering about how it’s okay if you didn’t—if you weren’t—it’s kinda strange— but you’d put your hand over his and tilted his chin up.

“Bucky,” you said fondly, “Baby,” and then a sweet smile curled over your pretty pink lips like spun sugar, “I’d eat your ass like a five-course meal. I’ll let you fuck me on the moon. What is it, huh?”

He could’ve kissed your dirty mouth silly.

“I want you to use a toy—"

“We do all the time.”

“—on me.”

And that sweet candy pink smile turned red hot and wicked. No limit in sight.

You approach the bed like a fever dream and all the blood in Bucky’s body congregates south.

Nothing on but the 2-day-shipping-because-the-phone’s-a-genie-too leather harness sitting snugly on your hips and a grin. The heaviness between your thighs hangs like both an offering and a weapon.

He asked for it. He wanted it. Just—maybe, to start— can you be rough with him. Then, stuttering once more because he doesn’t know how to justify why. It doesn’t make any sense and it’s hard to say out loud that with all the things you let him have, that after nearly a century of being out of his own body, he… wants to give it away.

He’s messed up, baby. Sick down to his rotten core.

You only shushed him. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll rough you up real fucking good. No why’s necessary.

Fleshy weight brushes against your inner thigh, swinging idly from one side to the other. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, still dressed at the edge of the mattress, skin beginning to prickle, nerves taking a hard left into arousal. When your hand finds rough landing in his hair, he thinks he must be the luckiest bastard in the entire world.

Bucky drops on his knees like dead weight, nearly tearing off his clothes, feeling the upsurge of heat in his cheeks and chest. His eyelids are fluttering, your face going fuzzy but he can still see that look of adoration you reserve for him.

He’s pondering if that old saying is true—if there can be too much of a good thing, if he’s become spoiled sick, or if he could overdose on pleasure when you start thumbing the edge of his mouth.

“Pay attention,” you say with a glimmer in your eyes. “Open.”

He’s tingling when you put two fingers in, moving around his tongue, scissoring them against his inner cheek. They explore for a while, bolder each passing second. He can tell you’re getting excited too, your chest heaving gradually, watching him with curious intent.

“You like this?” You ask, lip between your teeth, and Bucky nods, leaning further in, spit following the path of your hand down to his neck. You palm the cock like it’s always belonged to your body and he’s mesmerized at how it rises from your grip, moving over his face to rest on his cheek.

“It’s big, baby.” You warn, full on now. You stroke the outline of his jaw with it, leaving a burning path in its wake. “You sure?”

He quietly likes that you ask—honey-toned and patient, needing to hear it, knowing that he needs to hear it from himself. All those things he’d been made to say with his body and not with his mind.

Now he gets it back, as you said. Gets a part of himself back, too.

“Yes—ah—yes.”

Bucky’s words are slurred into your hand, but he’s begging with his eyes. Yes. I want it. Please let me. Please make me. Please fix me.

You replace your fingers, sluicing up the cock with his spit. Then, you fuck his mouth slow, feeding it to him inch by inch before dragging it away. Bucky’s lips are quivering for more, jaw slack, panting hoarsely. He feels overcome at how you stand over him, mesmerized by him, too.

“Yeah, honey,” you croon, and Bucky’s heart swells with pride. “You’re doing so well, pretty boy.”

He’s licking blindly and sucking between ragged gasps when he attempts to say your name, knowing full well he’ll never get the whole word out before you wedge back into him. And god, it’s hot. It’s dirty and filthy and so fucking sweet.

You grasp the base of his skull, keeping his head still and laying into his mouth rhythmically. The cockhead hits Bucky’s throat, pushing into the soft palate, reaching further. His eyes are rolling, whimpers catching where the toy ends, caught in the breath of air in his mouth.

“Take it, baby,” you command, and Bucky gags. One hand scrambles for your thigh, other clawing his own, pressing red crescents into the flesh. It hurts. It hurts good like it never did before and Bucky chokes it down, eyes squeezed shut now, tears prickling from the ducts and collecting at the corners.

“Oh, you’re so good,” and his body just keeps lighting up. “You good boy. You perfect, perfect boy.” And he’s nodding desperately, needy, gut coiled tight like a spring.

“So fucking dirty,” you hiss, pulling hard on his hair, “Look at you— leaking all over yourself.”

He is. He’s a goddamn mess, sticky lines of precome down his shaft and collecting at his base.

“Drooling all over my cock like this. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Uhhngg— hnnng—” He moans weakly at the things you do to him and for him.

“That’s right, you are. Keep going, show me how much you want it.” Jesus, the way you make him feel— like he could be exactly who he is and never have to apologize for a goddamn thing. Broken and ruined but you’d still give him the whole fucking world.

The noises Bucky’s making are muffled and obscene as he fists himself, shuddering and pumping erratically. One more final drive from your hips and he’s bursting at the seams, shattering to pieces, coming with a strangled cry.

You don’t let up, taking his throat unrelentingly, watching him sob and fall apart. He’s going limp in your clutch, letting his eyes well up like pools, your smiling face so beautiful in the crystalline light.

If he’s sick, then you must be the fever he can’t sweat out. The fire burning through his bones until he’s nothing but smoldering bits of debris afterwards. Grains and soot of him floating in the steady flow of your faithful current.

When he’s made a perfect mess of himself, come-covered and quivering, you finally let him breathe again, pulling out wetly.

“There you go,” you say, kneeling to kiss his panting mouth, “Did that feel good?”

Your lips are a cool balm on his swollen ones and Bucky hums a response, body still thrumming. “Yeah,” he sighs, sensitive like a wound, raw and open and tender. “Real— good.”

You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest in your arms. You wipe away the tears on his cheeks and over his trembling eyelids.

Gentle words tumble from your lips. Promises of love and of good memories to replace the bad ones. More kisses. More affection. More reclamation.

All those little granules of fractured time, you collect in the soft surrender of his mouth. Wet and salty, they fall together there, and Bucky feels himself clicking into place. Perfect and whole and treasured like an iridescent pearl.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #smut #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #reader insert #fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you

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miniwolfsbane · 3 years

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Sweet Tooth S1 thoughts (BIG SPOILERS)

First off, I am disappointed we were shown a PURRING PUPPY BABY in the trailer and had 0 follow up with it? Did he/she escape to Istanbul with it’s parents? Get captured? Live a nomadic life? Live in the forest? I WANT ANSWERS!! :( Also, puppies don’t purr, so I want answers to that too. Unless they were trying to go for a whimper or an animal noise and just went with that instead.

BIG SPOILERS under the cut

Anyway, the only two things, aside from the bits of gore and violence (Reviews are all like “IT’S A FAMILY SHOW!” And I counter back with “I would not let any child under 13 watch this and I have never seen a family show with three seconds of guts being removed and two scenes of implied, live vivisecting on sentient beings without anesthetic.”), the only things I didn’t like about this were using 2 overused cliche’s. One being the hero hanging off a bridge for what seems like 12 years above peril, and the other I can’t remember. It was Jeppard nearly missing the train. The only thing that saved it was the flashback.

The other thing was that, while dark, there’s a bit of predictably and not much depth to the story. I realized last night that the comic source material my have the depth I’m craving out of the story. Just because it has child actors doesn’t mean the story can’t be dug into deeper and have more meaning. I applaud them for what they did and how they handled it, mixing in human-ish vivisecting with neighbors burning down their friends houses and being murderous hypocrites into a story about children, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. Edit: Not more violence, obviously, just more to the story. dig into the universe, hard. Like gardening, just shove both metaphorical hands into that story soil and root around in it. Find all the gems that are the interesting parts of this universe and answer our questions.

Sadly, I see someone on tumblr called it...something. Like, were we even watching the same show?? A multi-racial cast that gives all it’s characters dignity isn’t...that.

Bobby isn’t creepy to most and not shown that much. If you really think Bobby is that creepy, you need to go see original Bobby and get back to me. https://www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=mv4YBZHa&id=071BD6BDAA183CA5965247E7F8F68E873375399B&thid=OIP.mv4YBZHau8dTzxGoK0L0ggHaHD&mediaurl=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fmarvel_dc%2Fimages%2Ff%2Ffc%2FBobby_Sweet_Tooth_001.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20150813115735&cdnurl=https%3A%2F%2Fth.bing.com%2Fth%2Fid%2FR9afe180591dabbc753cf11a82b42f482%3Frik%3Dmzl1M4eO9vjnRw&pid=ImgRaw&exph=616&expw=647&q=sweet+tooth+comics+bobby&simid=608026455638091252&ck=7A4DBACCF6BFE43E3B1E799F7F88C55A&selectedindex=0&adlt=demote&shtp=GetUrl&shid=3fb5000d-4d63-494a-986d-006fedeb28d5&shtk=Qm9iYnkgKFN3ZWV0IFRvb3RoKSB8IERDIERhdGFiYXNlIHwgRmFuZG9t&shdk=Rm91bmQgb24gQmluZyBmcm9tIGRjLmZhbmRvbS5jb20%3D&shhk=NjRWN4Jv1KDrxu8T30I3UN0IQ71oVtCAEnsLIeSmFl4%3D&form=EX0023&shth=OSH.nyb0RMh%252Bnm%252B%252B%252FIH1cnkhHw

Okay, kid does sorta look like a gremlin mixed with a Furby in the show, like one post said, but I’ve seen worse. https://www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=F9mlBjUo&id=49C0257935E4A941563E579C7E9DCF48B72BEC01&thid=OIF.eyTVbAuEqt0R%2bKFmrIK4gA&mediaurl=https%3a%2f%2fepipoca.com.br%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2021%2f06%2fE3NUK2kVoAE5Ct_.jpg&cdnurl=https%3a%2f%2fth.bing.com%2fth%2fid%2fR17d9a5063528805f1ade0ea77464df86%3frik%3d%26pid%3dImgRaw&exph=675&expw=1482&q=sweet+tooth++Bobby&simid=297111136187&ck=7B24D56C0B84AADD11F8A166AC82B880&selectedIndex=49&FORM=IRPRST&ajaxhist=0&ajaxserp=0

Sometimes stuff goes over my head. I had no idea that the babies were being born and not made in a lab. When they showed them in the maternity ward, I genuinely thought they had been experimented on and didn’t come out of the womb like that. Apparently I missed that it was a maternity ward in a hospital. That’s my other problem with this show I forgot to mention: It defies logic and you really have to turn off your brain to accept the hybrid concept. I’m guessing the virus or other means (possibly according to the comics, I tried to avoid big spoilers), mutated them in utero. That still doesn’t satisfy me. Thankfully, Gus was somehow lab created, so that helps. (More information and context would be appreciated. Was it, like, they were experimenting with in-vitro or what?) Edit: This article https://screenrant.com/sweet-tooth-theory-purple-flowers-cure-sick-virus/ explains that putting the virus in a chicken egg produced Gus. Which makes even less sense. Edit: This MAY or MAY NOT be right. Someone on YT pointed out they never said this in the show.

IRL, Virus + chicken embryo=would never randomly produce a human/deer hybrid baby. It’s so freaking random it sounds like nonsense or the delusions of a madman, not a rational comic book author with a presumably sane mind. Just...I’ve said it before...things have to make sense, even in fiction. 5 step process of anything cannot equal random result. It goes against all science, right? And made up worlds have to have rules, even silly worlds. Like I said, you have to turn your brain off, but this stretches even my disbelief. Hybrids, I get, fine, but that? I’m sorry, what? *headdesk* I don’t know, maybe the comics had something I’m missing since I never read them.

I’m eager to learn the connection to the kids and the virus as we go. And if we don’t get a season 2, I’ll be getting the comics to satisfy my thirst for this show.

Gus is my baby and I don’t understand how a kid could be that cute. Jeppard is the GOAT (lol) Bear could use better line delivery at times, but her acting will improve I’m sure. Nice to see Diana Ramierez acting again, her character is likeable. Wendy is cute, but kinda just there for me. Needs more traits or character development to get on my favorite characters list. Bear also needs more than just backstory and a tough girl persona. She’s not bland, she just needs more spark to her as a character. More personality, if that makes sense.

Lastly, I wanted a tiny bit more from the make-up department. Wendy and rabbit kids (yes, I took note of this detail and I love bunnies) make-up is on point, but the rest look like kids dressed up in dollar store feathers and fur for a school play. Get more creative if you’re gonna show these hybrids, even if it’s just for a few seconds. You have the budget!! (But I think most of that went to Bobby’s puppetry/CGI and Jeppard’s baby, to be honest.)

I wanted a cat girl or boy, because the lulz for the anime community (Also, because I have 2 cats and stuff), but at least we got bird kids, even if they weren’t cockatiels like mine. I’m ready for Season 2, hurry Netflix!!

I can see why people wouldn’t like this show or wouldn’t recommend watching it, but I see many have embraced it. It’s either you’re thing or it’s not, but you should give it a chance and see. Just don’t shoot it down if you hate it, there’s enough wet blankets out there and we all have different tastes.

Edit: One last thing. I do have a problem with hybrids being half-human. Like, you would think that being half-human, they’d still have all the problems humans have with causing wars and all. I know it’s a dark story with a good outcome, but there’s something too saccharine about hybrids having “The best parts of us.” What exactly are those best parts? Last I checked, humans are selfish and vain at their core. Even the most altruistic, giving person can be greedy about something or want more. It’s like Genie said in the new Aladdin, “You can have all the money and power in the world and it still won’t be enough”. Wouldn’t bird people and pig people and deer people all want to side with each other instead of living in some grand utopia? Fighting over land and resources? Portraying hybrids as taking over the earth after people are gone from extinction and everything going peachy doesn’t quite work for me. Not that I’d want it to still be dark, but, eh, they’d have to have SOME problems, wouldn’t they?

#Sweet Tooth Netflix #Gus #Jeppard #hybrids #Sweet Tooth spoilers

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chaoticminhos · 4 years

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forget me not

—he couldn’t remember what kind of coffee he liked but he still remembered how to be a gentleman, interesting.

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst

warnings: brief mention of a car crash

words: 4.3k

a/n: i cried while writhing this so 👀👀 not proofread

you stepped out of your bedroom and fumbled for a light switch. between the sleepy haze and you not knowing the house yet, you’d never manage to find your way through it without light. you flicked the switch on and made your way down the hall and into your kitchen. everything was so neat and organized. knowing you, that order would be gone within a few days and would never return. you weren’t really one for organization.

you hissed as your bare feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen floor, cursing yourself for not having worn socks to bed.

you opened a few cupboards before leaning back against your table with a sigh. you just wanted a glass of water, but you were struggling to remember which cupboard you’d put all your cups in. your sigh was quickly followed by a yelp of surprise when someone spoke beside you. you lived alone.

“you put them here.” the voice said as he stepped forward and opened a cupboard you hadn’t checked, revealing the cups you’d neatly stacked on the shelf.

you didn’t reply until he grabbed one of the cups himself and went to your fridge to fill it up.

“what the hell are you doing?”

he turned around, holding the glass of water out for you to take. you just stared at it.

he sighed and sat the cup on the table beside you, “helping you get a drink.”

“no,” you backed away from him instinctively as he came closer, “why the fuck are you in my house?”

you tried to sound angry and intimidating, but you honestly couldn’t. you knew you should be shaking with fear, a random man was inside your house in the middle of the night and you did not invite him in. he was much bigger than you and he could easily overpower you, but all you felt was surprise and confusion. there was no fear. it must be the shock, you told yourself.

he shrugged, “you brought me here.”

you frowned, “i did not. i haven’t brought anyone here yet! i’ve lived her for a total of 1 day and half a night.”

he frowned and walked past you and into the living room right next to the kitchen. he flipped the light switch and made his way to the far end of your living room before picking up a small necklace you had sat on an end table.

you’d gotten it at the thrift store. you went there to find some cheap things to decorate your new home with and couldn’t resist the beautiful piece.

he held it up and you just frowned.

“i’m connected to it.”

he held the necklace and came back to meet you in the kitchen, making sure to shut the living room light off behind him. he held out his hand to you and you let him drop the piece of jewelry into your hand.

“what do you mean?”

he picked up the glass of water he had gotten for you and took a drink, “i’m dead.”

you laughed, “no, i’m serious. why are you in my house? i should call the police.”

he shrugged, “call them if you want to start yourself a bad reputation in this town. they won’t find anything when they get here.”

you shifted your feet and stared at him. it wouldn’t hurt to humor him a little, would it?

“you can’t be dead. ghosts can’t hold stuff.” you motioned to the cup or water in his hand.

“we can’t?” he raised an eyebrow, “where’d you hear that?”

you frowned, “it’s common knowledge. it says so on literally every paranormal tv show.”

he set the glass back down and waved a hand dismissively at you, “please, you believe that shit?”

the frown remained on your face as you nodded, “what other sources would i have?”

he smiled, “you’ve got me now.”

he could see the doubt still covering your face and he sighed.

“don’t believe me?” you shook your head and he never broke eye contact as all of the lights in your house went dark. the ones in the kitchen and the ones from the hallway, your house was pitch black.

you heard him chuckle as you let out a sound of surprise and fear and just as quickly as they were off, the lights came back on.

you stared at him for a minute as you tried to rationalize the events in your mind. it must have been coincidence. it was an old house, the salesman had told you you’d have to get some wiring redone. that was probably it.

“if,” you began, cursing yourself for stuttering, “if you can do that, why’d you use the light switch earlier?”

he frowned in confusion.

“when you went to get this,” you held the necklace up, “use turned the light switch on and off with your hand. why?”

he shrugged, “i don’t like using my powers a lot. sometimes it’s nice to feel like a normal person again.”

you nodded, still slightly skeptical. you hated yourself for thinking as you were, but most of you believed him. you didn’t know why, but every word that left his mouth felt honest.

“so, what? you’re like a genie in a bottle? whoever has your necklace has you?”

he nodded, “sort of. i can actually carry it myself if i want to, go wherever i wanna go, but i like letting it find it’s place naturally.” a smile crossed his features, “brings me to people like you.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i’m stuck to wherever it is, but that’s not a big deal considering i can carry it myself.”

you nodded again, taking in the information. you crossed the kitchen and reached up to the drawer the boy had taken a cup out of earlier and grabbed your own, filling it with water and walking past him into the living room. he followed you, the full cup from before in his hand.

“why’d you get another glass?”

you shrugged as you sat down on the couch, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you.

“that ones yours.”

he spoke in a teasing tone, “i thought ghosts couldn’t drink.”

you rolled your eyes and to your surprise, a smile found its way onto your lips.

“so i’m stuck with you now?” you teased.

“no,” he teased back, “you could always give the necklace to someone else, but something tells me you’re going to keep it.”

it wouldn’t matter if you gave the necklace away anyway, he decided, he would just pick it up and find his way back to you.

“okay, ghost boy.” you reached your hand out to shake his, “what’s your name?”

you were shocked at how cold his hand felt in your own, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable cold. it was almost calming.

“chan.”

you woke up the next morning convinced meeting the strange boy was just a dream, but you were quickly reminded that it was not by his voice calling your name from the kitchen.

you jumped off your bed and hurried to get dressed to meet chan, who had spent the night on the couch despite having no actual need to sleep, in the kitchen.

to your pleasant surprise, he had already got to work at making the two of you some breakfast. you chucked at how easily he found things around your kitchen.

“it’s like you know where i put stuff better than i do.”

you surprised yourself with the friendly opening. you met him only a couple hours prior to that moment but you already found yourself being friendly with him. he was someone that was easy to be nice to. he was charming, even.

“i do.”

“what, is good memory a special ghost power?” you teased.

“no.” he shrugged, placing two plates on the table and motioning for you to sit down, “i’m just smarter than you.”

you glared at him as you took your seat but it didn’t last long. chan carried the hot pan from the stove and slid two perfectly done pancakes onto your plate. you moved to go to the fridge to grab syrup and butter, but he motioned for you to stay seated and retrieved the items himself.

day one and he was already proving to be a great roommate.

you ate silently by yourself for a few minutes before chan slipped into the seat across from you after putting his own food on his plate. despite you beginning before him, chan finished his food first. it was weird to you that he did things like ate and drank when he had no need to. from what you’d learned the night before, he doesn’t even have good tastebuds as a ghost, so it’s not like he could fully enjoy anything he eats. you understood his reason, though, of wanting to feel normal and alive.

the following few mornings, you woke up to the same thing. chan in the kitchen making whatever he was making for breakfast that morning. the days went the same too, talking or just watching movies and hanging out with chan. it was nice. you liked his company.

but alas, weekends end and you have school and work to go to when they do.

“can i come with?”

you chuckled, “chan, it’s a closed seminar. you’re only allowed in if you’re a student.”

he pouted, “would he even notice? you said your classes are huge.”

you threw on your coat and opened the door, “i don’t know.”

he followed behind you, shutting the door and locking it behind the two of you. you glanced at him in confusion, “i said no, chan.”

he shrugged, “i can still walk you there and wait for you until it’s done.” he smiled, pointing to the necklace around your neck, “plus, with than on you i kind of have to go wherever you do.”

you looked down at the jewel around your neck, chan had insisted you try it on the night before and you hadn’t taken it off.

you chose not to reply as you started your walk in the direction of your university.

it wasn’t a long walk, only a couple of minutes. you’d purposely chosen an apartment close to campus to avoid travel fees.

the trees and buildings you walked past virtually every day were so interesting to chan, though, that the walk took double the time due to his stopping and staring.

“it’s just a tree, chan.” you laughed.

“yeah,” he replied, “but i haven’t seen a cherry blossom tree in,” he paused, “i don’t really know how long.”

when you finally arrived, thankfully still on time, you tried to take the necklace off and hand it to chan so he could go home or explore some more instead of being stuck around your campus, but he refused.

“i like the way it looks on you.” he grinned, “i’ll be fine waiting here.”

you ignored the fluttery feeling in your stomach at his words and waved him goodbye as you entered the building. immediately, you were attacked by your friend with questions. apparently she’d seen you walk up with chan and you walking with a boy was headline news.

“when did you meet him?”

“last night.”

her eyes widened, “you only met last night and he’s already walking you to class?”

you nodded, deciding not to mention that he also lived with you. maybe you should have lied about how you met. you’d have to lie anyway, it’s not like you could tell everyone he was a ghost.

class went quickly and it wasn’t long before you were walking out of the school and scanning the yard for chan. you locked eyes with him just as he stood up from the bench he was on with a smile and began walking towards you. he spoke first.

“can we go to a cafe?”

“what?”

“i haven’t been out in public with someone in forever, please?” he begged, “i didn’t ever make myself known to the last like 4 people who had the necklace so i never got to do things like go to cafes or shops and interact.”

you smiled but your eyebrows furrowed, “you didn’t? why did you introduce yourself so quickly to me, then?”

he shrugged, he did that a lot, “i knew you’d be fun.”

fun? if he considered sitting inside and watching movies or sleeping all day as you usually did was fun, then he was in for a great. otherwise, he might be disappointed.

you nodded and started in the direction of your favorite coffee shop. it was a little further away than other places, but it was worth the walk. chan was less distracted this time, evidently he’d wondered and marveled at enough trees and skyscrapers to satisfy him while you were in class. instead, you held easy conversation the whole way. it still surprised you how easily words flowed when speaking to him. conversation wasn’t awkward and you never ran out of things to say or out of energy to listen to him talk.

you actually really liked listening to him talk. he had a nice voice.

you opened the door to the cafe and chan followed you inside and right up to the counter. there wasn’t a line, so it was your turn to order right away.

“hi,” you greeted the girl at the register, “can i have a caramel mocha please?”

she nodded and turned to chan, “and you?”

his eyes widened and he looked to you for help, “uhm, i don’t-“ he muttered the rest of the words, “i don’t know what i like.” before turning back to the register. “same as her, please.”

you payed and went to sit down and chan lightly shoved you for laughing at him.

“i got nervous. i didn’t have time to think and i don’t remember what i used to get.”

you laughed, “ghosts are supposed to be scary, not cute nervous wrecks.”

he pouted but didn’t have time to reply as the barista called your name to pick up the drinks. you went to stand to grab them, but chan was up and nearly at the counter before you could even fully stand.

he couldn’t remember what kind of coffee he liked but he still remembered how to be a gentleman, interesting.

you brought the cup to your lips as you watched him take a drink of his own, smiling when he hummed pleasantly at the taste. good thing you ordered something he liked for him to copy off of you.

weeks went by with you living with chan and it stopped feeling weird after a while and started feeling normal. you didn’t know if it was the move of houses or the boy in the house that made you feel safer here than your last home, but it was something.

you’d learned a lot about him in the time you’d spent together. you learned that he was from australia, which you could tell by his accent, and that he died in a car accident. he didn’t want to talk specifics, and you didn’t press it.

you also learned just how charming he was. only a few days into knowing him, he began flirting and making subtly hints towards you. you laughed it off, he was just a playful guy, but that didn’t stop your heart from racing every time he reached for your hand or called you baby.

you knew it was an issue for you to develop feelings for him, not only had you known him for so short of a time but he wasn’t even human. still, you couldn’t deny the butterflies that danced in your stomach when you heard his laugh.

sometimes you thought that maybe, just maybe, the way he acted meant he felt the butterflies too.

like the moments he pulled you close into his side while watching a movie.

“if you’re cold i can get more blankets.” you spoke up at him, face resting against his chest.

“i don’t get cold. i just wanted to hold you.”

or the first time he held your hand.

he was walking you to class as he always did and suddenly you felt his hand grab yours.

“it’s crowded and i don’t want to get lost.” he said, but you knew that was bogus. he would always know where you were so long as you had his necklace on.

still, you let him hold your hand the whole way to school and you continued to let him hold your hand on every walk and any other time he felt inclined to do so.

you were walking hand in hand back from your university when the problems first started.

some boy you didn’t recognize walked right up to you and chan, and you knew immediately that he was no good. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about him put you on edge.

that was the first time chan made you take off his necklace.

he turned to you as the man approached, “y/n, give me the necklace.”

you frowned, fingers flying up to fiddle with the jewel at the end, “what?”

“take it off and give it to me and go home. i’ll meet you there.”

you did as he said because between the uncomfortable feeling revolving around the man approaching you and the way chan had never used that tone with you made you panic and you really didn’t know what to do other than to listen to his words.

you unclipped the necklace and jogged home, and chan arrived not long after you. he took his place beside you on the couch and moved your hair aside so he could place the necklace back where it belonged.

“who was that?” you asked.

he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, “doesn’t matter. what matters is you’re safe.”

he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head and held you like that until morning.

the one time freaked you out enough, but it kept happening more and more. every single time, chan would say the same thing. “give me the necklace and go home.” and every time you obeyed because every time whoever was walking towards you two scared the shit out of you before they even got within 10 feet of you.

of course it scared you to leave chan alone, too, especially when they came in groups. you figured they had something to do with a ghost thing, why else would they know chan? because of this, you knew it was best to let him deal with it. and he always did, he dealt with it and met you home after a while and held you until you felt better. he always came home and made you feel safe.

until they started coming to your home, too.

you were sitting on your couch watching movies with chan as usual, but you weren’t paying attention. instead, you were focused on his laugh and the way just being around him made you happy.

he reached to you and his fingers grazed your collar bones as he held the gold chan in his hands. he slipped the necklace out from under your shirt so that it was sitting in plain sight before moving his hand to rest on your shoulder, holding you securely against him.

“don’t hide it. i like seeing it on you.”

you smiled up at him, you liked seeing it on yourself too. it reminded you of him.

the soft moment was cut short by a banging at your door. you stood to answer it, but chan grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit back down. he held his hand out and that plus the wave of anxiety that hit you let you know what was happening. you unclipped the necklace and placed it into his hand. he bent down and placed a kiss to your forehead before moving through the house to open the door.

you heard as he opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him. for the first time, you could kind of hear the interaction between chan and the strange men. you couldn’t make out words, but you knew they were speaking, and it sounded like chan was angry.

that wasn’t what frightened you the most, though. what terrified you was when you heard a loud slam and someone cry out in pain. it wasn’t chan, you thought you’d recognize the voice if it was, but still.

that was all you had to hear before covering your ears tight with your hands and waiting for chan to come back wipe the tears away, to take the anxiety filling your stomach away and make you feel safe again.

it wasn’t long before chan was stepping back into the house and rushing over to you, cradling you in his arms.

“who are they, chan?” you managed to get out between whimpers.

he just held you tighter, “they’re nothing to worry about, i promise. i’ll keep you safe baby, always. no matter what i have to do, i’ll keep you safe.”

you felt his arms grab you as he picked you up and carried you to your bed, crawling in beside you. he hesitated as he secured the necklace back around your neck and let you bury your face in his chest until you fell asleep.

usually, chan would sleep too, just for the sake of sleeping next to you, but that night he didn’t even shut his eyes.

for the first time since chan had began sleeping in the same room as you, he was next to you when you woke up. usually he would be up and making breakfast, but he was still right next to you with his arm around you and his fingers playing with your hair.

“good morning.” you smiled at him.

he did his best to smile back, “good morning angel.”

he sat there for a moment admiring you before sitting up.

“get dressed.” he called to you, “i want to go somewhere.”

you did as he said before meeting him at the front door. it didn’t strike you as odd, chan liked to go out with you often.

“where are we going?”

“just to the park.”

you held your hand out for him to take and you missed the pain that crossed his features as he took the invitation and lead you from your door and onto the street.

he played with your fingers as the two of you walked in comfortable silence, enjoying the morning air and being alone together.

he stopped when he reached the same cherry blossom tree he marveled over the first time you’d taken him out. you laughed as he stared at it for a moment.

he was so pretty.

he turned to you and grabbed you by the elbows, pulling you close to him. you laughed as he did so, not bothering or wanting to try to put space between yourselves.

“you know,” he smiled softly as he spoke down to you, your faces only inches apart, “it’s said that you can feel a ghosts energy.”

you tilted your head in confusion and he continued.

“you can tell if they’re good or if they want to hurt you.” he smiled, “that’s why you weren’t scared of me when we met. you knew i just wanted to protect you.”

you chuckled, “why are you telling me this how?”

“i’ve always wanted to protect you, and i’ll do whatever i can to do that.”

the happiness from before was slowly leaving you and being replace by confusion and fear as you saw his eyes behind to well up.

“why are you saying this?”

“baby, you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, tears of your own filling your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours, “i know. i love you too.”

he smiled at your words, softly closing the gap between you two and connecting his lips to yours. he lingered for a moment before pulling away.

“i’ll do anything to protect you, even if that means losing you.”

you shook your head, “chan, what are you-“

“it’s better this way, baby.”

he reached behind your neck and unhooked the necklace, holding it in his palm. you reached for it back but he held his fist tight.

“even when you forget me, i will always love you, okay?”

“chan, please don’t,” you started to understand what he was planning, “please don’t leave me.”

“it’s dangerous if i stay. they’re drawn to me, and if i’m with you they’ll always come for you, too.”

“i don’t care, i don’t-“

he hushed you, “i know you don’t baby, but i can’t keep putting you in danger because i’m selfish.”

the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes finally did, and he wiped them away with his thumb.

“can you shut your eyes for me?”

you shook your head no but allowed his thumbs to close your eyelids. you felt his lips against your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut. when you opened them you were in your bedroom. you were overwhelmed by frustration and pain for a moment before you seemed to lose your train of though. why were you crying? and when did you get back to your room? last you remembered, you were grabbing a glass of water from your new kitchen, struggling to remember which cupboard you’d put all your cups in...

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anon-e-miss · 4 years

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Prompt type thing? Jazz and Prowl with a none standard(for you) character as their sparkling + a cat.

“What are you hiding, Springer?” Prowl asked. The sparkling held the box behind his back and tried to look innocent, Prowl did not buy it.

None of this was easy. In fact, raising Springer was proving to be the single most difficult task of Prowl’s life. The sparkling’s conception had not been Prowl’s choice. He had put the pieces of his psyche back together following the botnapping, the rapes, and the arrest of Mesothulas. There had been no mention of the rape at the trial. Prowl had never report it. He had not given any mention of their past dealings to save his own reputation. Knowing Mesothulas would be in spark containment for millenia for his other crimes had been enough. The mega-cycle he had learned that Mesothulas had escaped had been the worst of his life and it had been a long time before he had found some semblance of peace again.

That peace had been shattered when, as part of an investigation, Prowl had stumbled upon the mad scientist’s new lair. Though they had both been surprised to so the other, Prowl had recovered from his shock first and had managed to dodge the spiderbot’s web and restrained him instead. As he had waiting for enforcers to come, Prowl had found a stranger CR chamber in the centre of the lab. In it, he had found a sparkling. That close his spark had known. It had taken everything in Prowl’s power not to purge. Mesothulas had revealed then the purpose of the botnapping, and the repeated rapes of his frame and his spark. The scientist had wanted to kindle a sparkling in him. Knowing Prowl would never allow it to come into existence he had stolen from his spark, and attached it to his own until he could put it in a synthetic growth chamber, and construct a frame.

Had Springer been allowed to develop remotely normally, he would not yet have even emerged but Mesothulas had adapted a CR chamber and had programmed it to act as something as a giant forge. Ostharos, as Mesothulas had dubbed his creation, would step out of the chamber when the process was complete and he was a grown mech. Mesothulas had called him his most perfect creation. Enforcers had come and had taken the freak away. Prowl had been left to decide what to do with the mechling in the CR chamber. Killing the sparkling had been out of the question, though Prowl most certainly would have aborted the mechling as a newspark if he had ever had the chance. He had concluded that the best thing he could do have the chamber hidden away and when the mechling was a mech grown Prowl could register him as a cold construct. No one, mechling included, would need to know of their relationship.

That had been his plan. It would have been his plan still if Jazz had not become involved. The clever operative had taken advantage of Prowl’s emotionally vulnerability to wheedle the truth from him and he had written his own plan. He had suggested Prowl open the chamber and to take his creation and raise him himself. Prowl had first laughed, and then crashed. Jazz had stayed with him, with them. When Prowl had come around Jazz had asked him if he would ever be able to stop thinking of the mechling? No. Would he not feel powerless when the mechling or mech was Primus only knows where with Primus only knows who? Yes.

With the seed planted, Prowl had been able to consider any other option. With Jazz standing with him, Prowl had opened the CR chamber. Large, light blue optics had little up the solid mechling’s round face. They had stared at each other, maybe for as long as a bream. Prowl had lifted the mechling up, startled a little by the weight of him. It made him wonder what frametype Mesothulas had once worn. The mechling did not take after Prowl at all. Then again, Mesothulas had built this frame from scratch. There was no knowing what he might have looked like if his frame had been naturally forged. Prowl had expected to feel some revulsion when he had held the mechling, but as Springer, as he would designate him, had wrapped his arms around his neck and their sparks had sinced to each others, Prowl had felt only love. Six quartexes in, Prowl still loved the clumsy little thing. That did not make learning to be his originator any less of a struggle.

“Springer...”

“Meow!”

“Oh no!” Springer exclaimed.

“Indeed,” Prowl chased after the sparkling as he chased after the cyber kitten. “Stop, Springer. You’ll scare it if you chase it.”

“I’m sorry, O’gin. I found it under the stairs. It was shivering and wet and I just wanted to help it get warm.”

“It’s alright,” First a sparkling and now a cat. “We’ll see to him.”

The kitten darted into Prowl’s office, and climbed up the back of his chair. It was easy for Prowl to pluck the frightened and fiesty little ball of teeth and claws from the warn mesh. He held it carefully, so to contain its claws, and examined it... She, at least Prowl thought it was a she, was skinny and dirty and shivering with cold. He stroked the kitten’s helm and she let out a sweet little pure. A kitten might be good for Springer. She would teach him responsibility and to mind his strength. It was as good an excuse as any. The reality was Prowl had a difficult time just telling the mechling no. Prowl felt better about his decision when his creation was happy.

“First we need to give her a bath, Springer.”

“But she’s already wet.”

“The residue from the acid rain could cause her to develop a rust infection. We’ll get her clean and then dry her off. We will need to get her toys, and a berth.”

“She can recharge with me!”

“She may well choose to. Come on, you can help me.”

Jazz found them a few joors later, sitting in the couch. The kitten was recharging in Springer’s lap, as the mechling was cuddled up into the crook of Prowl’s arm. Springer was petting the kitten he had designated Bolt and watching a cartoon while Prowl was going over a report from Tactics. He enjoyed this more than he had ever imagined he would. Prowl was a cold construct himself, thus he had never known the concept of a family or close kinship. Cuddling with Springer might have been the best part of having the mechling in his life.

“I come bearin’ gifts,” Jazz said. “A scratchin’ post, some toys, ‘n fuel. How’d ya talk yer o’gin into gettin’ ya a cybercat, Springer?”

“I found her, Geni. We gave her a bath so she didn’t get rust and O’gin says she can recharge with me if she wants to.”

“I think she’ll be happy to share yer berth. I brought dinner, Prowl. I figured I’d save ya the trouble.”

“Thank you, Jazz.”

That was the other change that had come with Springer, Jazz. Prowl had been unable to handle the responsibility of making a home for his creation on his own. Jazz had offered to help. He had taught Springer to call Prowl o’gin instead of the more formal origin or originator. The sparkling had gotten to calling Jazz geni and neither mech saw cause to correct him. In every way that counted, Jazz was Springer’s progenitor. It was what Prowl wanted to be true. As Jazz walked around the couch to bring the toys to Springer, he paused to brush a kiss along the corner of Prowl’s mouth.

This was also new. Their arrangement had started out completely platonic. Jazz had offered his help because he had seen that Prowl was overwhelmed with his new responsibilities and Springer was a little lost. He had no memories of anything beyond waking up to see Prowl. Just as Prowl had needed to learn to be an originator, Springer had needed to learn to be a sparkling. Jazz had been integral throughout those early mega-cycles when he had spent his mega-cycles with Prowl and Springer as they had gotten a feel for each other, and then his dark-cycles in his own habsuite. Lately he had been spending most dark-cycles here as well, with Prowl, in his berth.

Springer was delighted by the bounty. Bolt woke up, no surprise given the commotion and swatted at the little fluffy want Springer waved for her. The toys were a hit, so was the cybercat. Prowl smiled as Springer tested each toy with the kitten, and proclaimed the wand her favourite. It might have been his favourite because he could use it to play with her, unlike the small toys she chewed or the balls she chased. As Prowl watched Springer and Bolt play, Jazz plucked the datapad from his digits and place a steaming mug of pressed energon into his servo.

“Rest that beautiful processor of yers,” Jazz said. He in the armchair, holding his own mug.

“Mmm, thank you,” Prowl said and he savoured the smell of the potent fuel. “Was your mega-cycle productive.”

“Ran some exercises wit the rookies. A couple might have potential for Ops.”

“You have a good optic for talent.”

“Thank ya, Prowler.”

Jazz would be moving in on the ornend. Springer would not likely notice any difference. His genitor had always left after he had sung him a lullaby, and returned early to ensure he had a good breakfast ready. Prowl had lived his entire life on rations. No cold construct had access to a kitchen in their barracks. Thanks to Jazz he had discovered fuel could be for more than just energy, it could be for pleasure as well. He was discovering favourite fuels. There was a jar of rust sticks on his desk that Jazz kept full because he knew Prowl liked them. He cared. There was no question that Jazz wanted him, and had had him a few times now, but Jazz’s desire for him was different than Prowl had experienced before. He did not desire to possess Prowl as others had but to honour and to love him. It continued to be a novelty.

As he did every dark-cycle, Jazz sang a lullaby to Springer after they read him a story together. Bolt curled up on the pillow next to Springer’s helm, just as he had hoped she would. Prowl pulled the blanket up over Springer’s shoulder and gingerly kissed his helm. As they slipped out into the hallway, Jazz pulled Prowl slowly into his arms and kissed him sweetly. He was so kind and so tender. Prowl wrapped his arms around Jazz’s waist and returned the kiss. Slowly, they slipped apart, Jazz was holding, stroking Prowl’s palms with his thumbs. This was about the time when Jazz would return home.

“Stay the dark-cycle?” Prowl asked.

“I can’t think o’ anythin’ I’d rather do.”

#anon-e-miss writes #maccadams #tf jazz #tf prowl #tf springer #ficlet #tw rape #kid!fic

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starstruckpurpledragon · 4 years

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So I watched WW84 last night and was very... underwhelmed.

Spoilers below the cut

So, in theory, the movie had an interesting plot and a decent message. The whole thing revolved around the idea that things gained through lies and cheats are never as satisfying as things gained through honesty and hard work. That’s the message Hippolyta tries to teach tiny Diana in the flashback at the start of the movie and it’s the message Diana uses the lasso of truth to convey to the world at the climax of the movie.

Unfortunately, the movie itself is riddled with problems. The most noticeable being the gratuitous racism, which is part of the movie’s ham-handed attempt to tie into the Cold War. The second most noticeable problem with the movie is that it’s boring.

Yup, it’s boring. The pacing is terrible and if I hadn’t been watching with someone else I’d have stopped the movie about halfway through because the writing failed to draw me in and get me invested in the characters or in the plot or in... anything at all.

Diana is introduced into the movie proper, after the flashback prologue, flipping around on her lasso, throwing her tiara around (which I do love), and sliding around on her ridiculously heeled shoes like friction doesn’t exist on command. It’s a shift in her fighting abilities - making her abilities not just superhuman but uncanny-valley unreal - that I had hoped wasn’t as big of a problem as the trailers made it look. Unfortunately, it’s actually worse in the movie. All the fight scenes are kind of unwatchable as a result, though none so much as that first fight scene in the mall.

After the mall fight, the illegal black market items the thieves tried to steal wind up at Diana’s workplace, one of which is to be identified by her new coworker Barbara Minerva, who’s sweet and nervous and seems to have a massive crush on Diana. Diana is standoffish at first but is taken in by Barbara’s kindness and they end up having dinner together.

The whole thing reads as a really cute date - honestly, I’d have loved for her to be Diana’s new love interest, but of course the hero can’t be allowed to stop pining for Chris Pine. It’s in his name, after all.

Anyway, the item Barbara is supposed to identify turns out to be a wishing stone of the jerkass genie variety. It gets compared to the Monkey’s Paw at one point. It grants a joking request for a cup of coffee for an unknown price, grants Diana’s unspoken wish to have Steve back for the price of her powers, and grants Barbara her desire to be more like Diana - powers and strength - in exchange for the kindness that made her so likable.

And then comes Maxwell Lord who figures out how to loophole abuse the wish-granting system. He wishes to become the avatar of the stone and it melts right into him, giving him both the ability to grant wishes and to decide what to take in trade. And if other people make wishes for his sake, then they’ll also be the ones paying the price for his sake.

Meanwhile, Diana is trying to find the stone again. She’s got Steve back and at least manages to realize that anything powerful enough to be granting these kind of wishes is going to have a major downside. But neither she nor Steve are self aware enough to realize that there’s now a non-consenting third party in their relationship, otherwise known as that poor man Steve is possessing. They go to the man’s apartment, look through his clothes, sleep in his bed, and yet can’t even recognize that Steve’s come back to life at this other man’s expense. Either he’s riding parasite in someone else’s body, suppressing that guy’s consciousness entirely. Or Steve swapped places, meaning the stone killed a guy to bring Steve back. Either way, they’re using someone else’s body without permission and Diana’s only concern is making sure she gets to keep Steve this time. Even he’s not too concerned with the person whose body he’s riding around in - it’s the potential nuclear war that makes him push Diana to reject her wish and let him return to being dead.

This whole thing is portrayed as romantic instead of morally and ethically gross. Like... these are our heroes? Seriously? Are you sure???

The entire part of the movie that took place in Egypt could have been cut and the movie would have been significantly less racist and the plot would have made significantly more sense. And we could have skipped the nonsensical theft of a jet that Steve shouldn’t be able to fly - which I take as foreshadowing he’s not the real Steve, but a lie based on Diana’s memory of Steve, but is somehow really just an excuse to have the invisible jet show up and have Steve inadvertently tell Diana all she needs to know to unlock the ability to fly later on in the movie.

O_o

Back to our villains. Barbara’s powers are going to her head. The stronger she grows, the more her personality is warped. She fixates on her desire never to be hurt again, but in doing so begins lashing out at others eventually harming those she’d previously been kind to, including her homeless friend and Diana herself. She views Diana’s attempts to rekindle her compassion and rationality as condescension and insults, leading to Barbara eventually rejecting her humanity entirely by giving up her initial wish in favor of becoming something new, a never before seen apex predator stronger and more capable than Diana. This leads to her transformation into Cheetah. (Not that Cheetahs are actually apex predators, but... artistic license? Whatever.)

Ultimately, though, Barbara isn’t really the most interesting villain of the movie. She’s kind of a tired trope. Mousey white woman who’d be gorgeous if she took the time to follow society’s beauty standards envies the seemingly effortlessly beautiful and ambiguously foreign Diana Prince, turns into a bitch when granted the power and beauty she craved, and is eventually defeated because there’d never be enough strength and power in the world to satisfy her - because the safety it represented for her was never real and it could never make her happy because of that fact. She’d always want more.

Maxwell Lord, however, is a very interesting villain. We get some of his backstory at one point. He grew up ostracized and alone due to abusive parents and peers who bullied him for being Hispanic. As an adult he tries to erase everything that marks him as not-white, giving into the peer pressure racism exudes on him to blend in. But his attempt to create the American Dream for himself and his son is falling apart (and heavily implied to be a con job these days) and he’s so focused on being what he thinks his son needs that he doesn’t realize that everything he’s doing is taking him further and further away from the one person who matters to him the most.

It’s rather understandable that he doesn’t care about the negative effects the wishes have on other people because other people have always treated him badly. And he doesn’t care about the negative effects granting wishes has on him personally, because he always believes with a little more time he can fix everything. It’s the realization that his son is out there alone and in danger of being killed that makes him reject his powers and his wish - and probably doing a lot more to reverse all the subsequent wishes than anything else - because the one thing at the core of who he is was his love for his son. His desire for his son to have a better life than he has and to be a better person than he has been.

Honestly, Maxwell Lord might be the only likable character in the movie. Admittedly, he’s played by Pedro Pascal who is super adorable and I may be biased as a result.

Anyway, there are the bones of a good movie in there. It’s unfortunate that the whole thing suffered from bad everything else.

#wonder woman 1984 #to sum up the movie was racist and boring and I don't recommend #Pedro Pascal is adorable though so at least there is that #let women fight in comfortable shoes already #hated every pair of shoes in the movie with the burning passion of a thousand suns

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stories-for-sell · 4 years

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I'm In Charge

(Chickened out near the end of actually going through with writing the smut, so this is what you get @twifox-the-queer , the final part of the Dominance Battle small stories. You can make fun of me for chickening out, but I didn't want this post to get flagged or deleted for smut. So like.. heavily implied intercourse, heavily mentioned sexual actions.)

Gene felt his back hit the bed roughly, feeling the air get knocked out of his lungs from the impact force. He barely had time to regain himself when the bed dipped under added weight, and the lights above him were blocked out, his scarred body cast into shadows. Almost fearfully, he lifted his gaze up, blue eyes meeting red ones, red eyes which slowly turned coal black the longer they maintained eye contact.

He goes to push Aaron away, to take a moment and recollect himself, but that turned out to be a wrong move. Calloused hands wrapped around his thin, bony wrists, slamming them down and effectively pinning him to the bed. Hot breath whispered past his ear, ruffling a few strands of midnight blue hair and sending shivers down his spine. And then, the voice. Oh Irene, that voice. Deep and rough, just like the man it comes from, that could make your knees go weak just by answering a question, a voice that dripped with fake honey, that only seemed to get lower the longer the spoke, turn more dangerous, and refusing to hide the obvious lust in it’s words.

“Ah, ah, ah~ Don’t you dare try anything with me, Genie~” Aaron purred out in low tones, enjoying how the other man tensed up, hands curling into fists, eyes squeezed shut, and soft whimpers left his mouth, all just because of Aaron speaking. “You aren’t in control here, not as long as I’m around. You belong to me, I’m your leader. Your master~ Not Shad, not anyone else. Do you understand me?”

He waited for a response, receiving radio-silence from Gene, save for occasional whimpers and whines. Annoyed by this, Aaron untied the bandana from around Gene’s neck, pulling it off and dropping it onto the bed next to him. The Shadow Knight took a moment to examine the already made marks that littered the smooth, soft, pale skin of the other’s neck, smirking at his masterpiece. Eventually, he found the one mark he was looking for, darker and more bruised than the others, Aaron lowered his head, still giving Gene plenty of time to give him a response. When Gene failed to do so, Aaron parted his lips, tongue swiping over his new set of fangs, before driving them home directly into Gene’s neck where the mark was.

The man under him let out a pained scream, arms shooting up to shove Aaron away on instinct, but those hands were once again pinned back down with the leader’s strong grip. He arched his back up, baring his teeth and hissing up at the ceiling, unable to turn his head to the side and see what Aaron was doing to him, not that the pain didn’t give him enough answers.

“Fuck!! Aaron!! Those arE SHAAA!!~”

Unable to finish his sentence as a knee found his groin, Gene’s words turned into a yelp, followed by a soft moan, obviously trying to muffle the noise. This wouldn’t be allowed on Aaron’s watch, who still had his teeth buried into the skin of Gene’s neck, as he pressed his knee harder against the smaller man’s crotch, smirking.

Feeling his teeth finally break enough skin to draw decent amounts of blood, he released his neck, pulling back to watch the thick red liquid swell up and begin dripping down his neck. Gene could do nothing more than whimper in pain and moan as pressure was applied to the intruding knee.

Something rough and wet was dragged across his neck, wiping up the blood and it took the blue haired knight a minute to realize what just happened. Aaron was lapping up the blood off his neck, dragging his tongue slowly across the injury, getting close to his earlobe before dragging it back down again.

The feelings were overwhelming as Gene let out a desperate whine to get Aaron’s attention. Feeling him move up some, and feeling his gaze on him, Gene looked up at Aaron, eyes glazed over ever so slightly as he squirmed, rutting up against Aaron’s knee as he began to grow desperate.

“Aaron- .. please.~” Gene whispered, voice soft and barely audible. His weak attempt at begging was rewarded with Aaron applying a bit more pressure between his legs, giving him a look that said to try harder if he wished to get what he wanted from him.

This of course resulted in Gene letting out more whines, all of which were ignored by Aaron, who moved to start biting his neck and drawing more blood for fun, all the while only giving Gene a knee in which to try and relieve some of the pain and pressure that was building up in his lower half. Blue eyes squeezed shut in frustration, arching his back as he once again tried to rut up against that damn knee; that damn knee that was not sufficient enough to give Gene what he needed. He knew what he had to do, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to back down just yet.

It wasn’t until Gene felt Aaron pulling his knee away, taking the one thing Gene had to try and get himself by, that his foundations began to crumble.

“Aaron…”

A soft grunt from the working man was his response, nothing more, he has to try harder.

“Lord Aaron.”

Growling, signalling that Gene better choose his next attempt carefully.

“Bo-AAAAH~”

Cut off by an annoyed knight, Gene felt Aaron’s knee return full force, pressing down harshly on the tent in his pants and making the world go blurry from tears and the hints of pleasure. And then there was a voice in his ear, snarling at him to stop messing around and submit.

“You and I both know what I’m waiting to hear.”

“Aaron, pleaaaaah-” Pressing harshly down onto his crotch, Aaron glared at Gene, who was unable to try and avoid it any longer. He needed relief, needed it badly. Needed AARON badly.

“Oh fuck.. Master! Please!!” Gene begged, tears welling out and slipping down his face slowly.

A low chuckle reached his ears, and next thing he knew, a pair of rough, chapped lips pressed against his own in a desperate kiss, full of lust and desire. Gene greedily kissed back, legs wrapping around Aaron’s waist and pulling his lower half down to press against his own, the tent in his pants rubbing up against Aaron’s clothed bulge. A sharp pain shot through his bottom lip, making him gasp, feeling a rough tongue force its way into his mouth, exploring the hot, wet cavern, mixing their saliva together. All of the sensations he was feeling were overwhelming despite not even having much done to him yet; and yet his mind was fuzzy and blank, void of any rational thinking as Aaron slid a hand low, dipping past his waistband and into his boxers.

Gene woke up the next morning to an empty bed, faint traces of warmth signalling that he hasn’t been alone for long. A door opened and closed nearby, just out of his immediate, still sleepy and blurry sight, and footsteps walked over to the bed, carrying a tall man with them. Arms wove around his waist as he was pulled back against someone’s chest, the mattress dipping under the newly added weight.

“Morning, Genie~” A voice purred into his ear, making him hum softly in response.

“Mmm, morning Aaron..” He replied, words slurring together slightly as he tried to wake up more, tilting his head back to catch Aaron’s lip in a gentle kiss.

When Aaron pulled away he smirked playfully. “Aww.. No more ‘master’?” You seemed perfectly fine screaming it last night~”

“Oh Shut up, fleabag!” The smaller knight shot back, playfully elbowing him before turning in his grip to wrap his arms around Aaron’s shoulders and nuzzle into his neck.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re adorable?”

“Shuddup, m’ trying to go back to sleep.”

Aaron laughed, leaning against the headrest and holding Gene against him, letting the man drift back off, safe in his grip.

“I love ya, ya dork.” He whispered to the sleeping man, unaware of the soft smile that formed on their face because of these words.

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kadeu · 4 years

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THE DECK; 18/09 — 02/10

City-wide shortages of clean water and un-corrupted animal meat have made high tensions between low and highrankers even worse. Though highrankers have been able to hire water elementalists to conjure drinkable water for them, many lowrankers are beginning to suffer from dehydration. Some have opted to replace water with cheap booze but this has only worsened their personal states of being.

Though little is known about the origin of this corruption, the waters surrounding Kadeu are slowly becoming unusable. The curse set upon them makes manabeasts rabid and extremely strong, also apparently erasing their pain receptors. There is little to no evidence what this water will do to the citizens of Kadeu if ingested, but this reporter suggestions being thirsty may be the best alternative.

Note: Water is now limited in Spade territory but it is given out equally between highrankers and lowrankers. Highrankers that wish for extra water rations are encouraged to pay the few water elementalists within the Spade ranks for surplus.

This week at The Palace;

The Palace in Diamond’s theatre district will be preforming Aladdin twice a day every day for the next two weeks! Matinee performances start at 15:00 and evening performances are at 20:00.

Aladdin tells the story of Aladdin, an Arabian street urchin, who finds a magic lamp containing a genie. He disguises himself as a wealthy prince, and tries to impress the Sultan and his daughter. This play takes place in the fictional realm of Agrabah.

@kadeuyongsun and @ara-kadeu wow in their performances Wednesday through Sunday! Moon Ara plays our lovely leading lady Jasmine while Kee Yongsun offers a double performance as the voice for the Cave of Wonders as well as showcasing his Earth Elementalist abilities as the Genie! Newcomer Budrelda Beryl cross-dresses as the King of Agrabah and earns herself the rank of Ten right off the bat!

Saturday the 19th;

Embezzlement Kills. The Deck reveals @zuihuojoui has killed thirteen highranking Diamonds in retaliation for their embezzlement of Zuihuo Bank. He also burned down several of the embezzlers homes and destroyed quite a few buildings on his way out.

Friday the 25th;

Event drop involving the release of our new locations!

Sunday the 20th and 27th;

Duels at the Arena! Starting at noon the Arena in Spade territory is having their weekly dueling event! Entry fee for observers is one silver and entry fee for fighters is one gold. Winners this week walk away with one gold for every victory. Win the whole tournament and walk away with five additional platinum! Food and souvenirs available CANCELLED

#the deck;

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jeonggukingdom · 5 years

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your every wish is my command (m)

▽ Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

▽ Genre: genie!AU, smut, fluff, crack

▽ Summary: It’s Friday night and everyone you know in a 12 miles radius seems to be out and about dancing or drinking their lives away. Bored out of your mind you decide to call out the Genie that happened to fell in your hands a month prior to this very night. You just want some company, somebody to talk to and entertain you but things take a spicy turn when you accidentally make your very first wish and it’s a rather impious one.

▽ Word Count: 13.690 words

▽ WARNINGS: Graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, slight sub/dom dynamics, very light breathplay, rough sex, oral sex, thigh riding, tit fucking, swear words.

▽ AN: I’m going to take a moment to thank all the writers that participated in this collab, you guys are amazing and I love every single one of you! ♥ You were so supportive of each other, understanding when we ran into a few problems and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a better bunch to share my very first collab experience with. Thank you, for everything ♥ @hobiwonder - @couture-kookie - @btsflufflysmut - @jimintykookies - @btssmutflufflove - @whichwaytowonderlandep

"Uuuugh, I'm bored out of my goddamn mind!" You huff in annoyance, sprawling on your bed with a prominent pout on your face as the deafening silence of your room welcomes your words.

You roll your eyes to the ceiling, your feet dangling out the edge of your mattress in a perfect imitation of a kid throwing a tantrum.

It is Friday night and normally you'd be out and about having fun, quite possibly drinking your brains out along with your friends, only to regret all your life's decisions in the morning.

But you are regretting this one decision tonight after all so, either way, lots of regrets seems to be headed your way tomorrow morning. Usually, they would come in the form of an incessant headache and the shame for your actions the previous night but, tomorrow seems more like it would be in the form of your friends' tales about the night and all the good—and bad—things you have missed.

Your phone chimes then, right on cue, and you ungracefully roll on your stomach to stretch your left arm forward and fish the device from under the little colorful pillows and covers on your still unmade bed.

In bold black letters shines Doyeon's name, your friend since junior year in high school with whom you have the misfortune—or fortune, depends on who you ask it to—of sharing your college experience with.

The text she has sent you is akin to a cryptic secret message from the stone age and you do not have the patience nor the will to try and understand what it means aside from the fact that she is, clearly, already too intoxicated to even know how to type down actual words.

Your suspicions are confirmed in the matter of a few seconds when your phone rings again, this time with a notification from SnapChat. Dreading what awaits you, you still tap it open and are instantly met with the loud ass music and the glorious unfocused shot of people dancing around your pretty friend.

You can hear Doyeon screaming her lungs out along with the music and, rolling your eyes, you lock your phone again.

Your lips purse into another pout as you scan your surroundings in the desperate search of something at least a little entertaining to do.

You have spent the last hour scrolling through your entire timeline on Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat, and you have reached that bottom point where nothing new is up anymore for you to consume.

You let out a strangled moan of irritation towards yourself and turn flat on your back again, staring at the ceiling in dismay.

With the semester coming to an end and your grades not being as stellar as your parents' would like them to be, you have found yourself on the verge of constant panic every waking hour of the past few weeks and it is that dread that has pushed you to make a responsible decision tonight, for once.

Staying in to study for your impendent exam seemed only rational; finishing up the assignment due on Monday instead of rushing it in panic tomorrow night for the hundredth time seemed smart and, ultimately, getting a little ahead with your mandatory literature reads—like the perfect student your parents would love for you to be—seemed absolutely genius and something you would thank yourself for in the long run. Clearly, a farfetched assumption that has been discarded a long time ago in favor of resentment towards your own line of thoughts.

When you had planned out your evening, it hadn't occurred to you that in the silence of the dorm and with the absence of Doyeon's intrusions in your room, you could be productive and finish up all of these tasks in the few hours between the late afternoon and the early evening.

So now, at barely 10 PM in the evening, you are left with no company and absolutely nothing else to do beside pathetically stare at your white naked walls.

Your phone rings again and you roll your eyes to the ceiling, already sure of the identity of the person behind the receiver.

Without a fault, it is your best friend trying to contact you again in her riled-up state and you do consider ignoring the call but then again, it's not like you have anything better to do anyway.

You barely have the time to accept the call and move the phone to your ear before Doyeon's scream in the form of your name reverberates in your skull.

"Ya'llneverbelievewhadhappend!"

Doyeon's slurs her words out in a screech that hurts both your brain and your acoustic walls, ultimately forcing you to put her on speaker and drop the phone on the bed to avoid permanent damage to your neurotic cells.

Not so surprisingly, though, you still understand the words that are thrown your way and that is because you've had this conversation quite many times before, especially in person with your brain lost in an intoxicated haze and the lack of comprehension skills.

"What happened?" You ask back, honestly just to humor her and see what she'll come up with.

Doyeon tries, she really does, but she can't really describe the picture in her head clearly and even though you give her your undivided attention, the only things you can make-out out of her rant are the words 'kiss', 'Hoseok', 'gottagoBYE'.

Before you even get the chance to utter a single word in response, you're met with the sound of the line getting caught off and the consequential silence that comes right after.

"Really..." you whisper to yourself in annoyance, glaring at your phone as if Doyeon could even see you through the locked screen.

Curiosity has your mind reeling on the infinite scenarios that could link those few words together and your eternal romantic side hooks on the possibility of Hoseok finally confessing his feelings for your best friend.

It is not a secret that both of them have been pining over each other ever since the end of last semester. Well, not a secret for anybody except them. Those two fools have been going around for literal months believing their crush was very one-sided.

"Ugh, why tonight of all nights?!" You ask at the blank wall in front of you, your hands fisting the covers in utter frustration.

You turn on your back, ungracefully landing on the bed, your face flat on the mattress.

"I wish I could turn back time," you whisper to yourself, tilting your head to the side to fix your gaze on the right wall.

Your eyes comically enlarge as the realization comes to you, the solution to your loneliness and boredom shining like a beacon in the night.

Your gaze fixes on your most precious possession lying between your textbooks in your own rendition of a library: a genie lamp.

Looking quite tacky and straight-out of a cartoon for children, the lamp that has changed your whole perception of what is real and what isn't, shines under the lights.

You jump on your feet with the excitement of a kid who has just arrived at Disneyland and with a big smile plastered on your face, you reach for the golden object.

It still feels weird to hold the ancient lamp in your hands, feel it under your digits and trace the outline of the golden decorations embossed atop the teal surface.

The lamp feels absolutely weightless in your hands and even though you're sort of accustomed to magic by now, it still seems impossible for something so light to be able to contain so many things all at once, let alone a living person.

It has been a few months since you have found the object, placidly waiting to be picked up on a deserted beach in your hometown.

It was the crack of dawn and you had been walking the long way home, enjoying the summer breeze and the nice smell of saltiness—the smell of home and good memories and peace and safety, something you miss with your entire heart when you're back in the city, living the college life.

You had picked it up because it looked like a toy, something a child would have lost and also because growing up, Aladdin had been your favorite Disney movie and oh well, even as an adult you still held a soft spot for it. It was, after all, the cartoon that sparked up your fantasy and imagination. Little did you know though that, when growing up, you'd find out that Aladdin's fairytale wasn't so farfetched as you initially believed.

You will never forget the moment you blew air out your mouth to clean up the lamp, in an attempt to make it shine bright again, and watched it spark up to life. You will also never forget the scream of utter terror that erupted from your mouth once a thick teal fog erupted from it and engulfed you whole.

In the span of a few seconds, you considered the idea of being way more drunk than you initially thought; having gone completely insane; having fallen down somewhere, banged your head and ended up in a weird-dream inducing coma.

The quick escalation of panicked thoughts had made your head spin and your heart rate spike up in your chest.

As the fog seemed to clear all around you, you had found yourself breathing in almost normally again, the thought of having experienced a seizure wildly present in the recess of your mind as you took in the scenery anew.

You expected the beach to be in the same state you had left it before you picked up that goddamned thing but, instead, you were met with two doe eyes, staring right at you.

How you didn't faint right then and there it is still a question you have no answer to but you did scream, oh God if you screamed and ran on the beach like a maniac, scared for your own life.

"Why do you scream so much?"

It had the voice of a boy, damn, he looked like a boy but he couldn't be one, because he came from that thing and if you weren't hallucinating, dreaming or, worse, stuck in a fantasy world of your own creation as your body lied peacefully in a hospital bed, that meant he wasn't human.

"Wha-w-what are you?!" The screech that came out of your mouth made him flinch and scrunch up his nose in distaste as he took a step forward, trying to reduce the distance you had put between the two of you.

"Well, if you had given me the time to speak, you would've known by now that I'm a genie and I'm here to serve you." The 'boy' bowed before you, his head hanging low and his back at a perfect ninety degrees angle to show you the respect you were supposedly due.

Terror seemed to dissipate in your chest, suppressed by a fit of laughter that you had no idea whether it actually came from hilarity or absolute insanity. Still, you laughed until your stomach ached, until your eyes got teary and your cheeks hurt.

"What's so funny?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion, his lips slightly protruding forward in an adorable pout.

"You-you said you're a genie!" You could barely get the words out before you were thrown into another fit of laughter, unable to control yourself over the absurdity of the whole situation.

"Is my species something to laugh about?" His thick eyebrows narrowed as he studied you and your scrunched-up form, still giggling uncontrollably before him.

The smile slowly disappeared from your lips as you took him in completely for the first time. His eyes had turned cold, his mouth was held in a tight line, his arms crossed over his chest in defense, his stance rigid and mildly uncomfortable.

"Wait, you're being serious?!" Your mouth opened in astonishment as you stared down at him, "You aren't shitting me, right now?"

"Why would I joke about this?" He looked at you, clearly confused by both your initial reaction and your current string of questions.

"Is this some kind of candid camera?" You looked around trying to pick up on the hidden crew or a camera perfectly concealed somewhere up the road.

"What's a candid camera?"

"What's a can-really?!" You looked at him with your mouth open, your eyebrows knitted together in astonishment. Honestly, who doesn’t know what a candid camera is?

"Oh my God, I'm dealing with a crazy person!" You exclaimed, raising your arms to the sky in an over-dramatic motion of incredulity.

"You screamed at me, laughed at me and tried to run away from me and I'm the crazy person here?!" He pointed at himself, his eyes shining with both disbelief and exasperation over your refusal to believe him.

"You are the one that came out from the freaking lamp! Wait-" You stopped on your tracks, suddenly reminded of why you had been scared out of your skin in the first place.

In response, the self-proclaimed genie pointedly looked at you, his eyebrows rising up to his forehead, his hands resting on his hips as he waited for you to finally connect the dots.

It didn't make sense. Genies aren't real, that's what you kept saying to yourself because, honestly, who would have believed him right away? Who in their right mind would have?

"Prove it." You crossed your arms on your chest and looked up at him, fierceness in your gaze and defiance in your stance.

"Because clearly coming out from a lamp is not enough," he muttered to himself, shaking his head a little before relaxing his posture to lift himself up from the ground.

Your chin dropped alongside with your heart, your mind reeling in the attempt to grasp what you were staring at. He was flying. Like, actually flying and that meant either this was very real or there was something really wrong with you.

You felt the blood drain from your face as he gracefully landed before you, his lips twisted into a satisfied smirk whilst panic raged back on inside of you.

You gulped down heavily, unable to tear your gaze away from him in fear the moment you'd look away, he'd kill you. Which is dumb, of course, in retrospective it is but there was alcohol in your system and fear and panic which aren't the nicest combination, to be fair to yourself.

You blow hot air on the lamp and rub on the fogged up surface with your sleeve, cooing him out of the lamp with the same sounds you would use for a cat—something he utterly despises but that you still do just to spite him.

Nine months have passed since you picked up his lamp by accident and you have been through your ups and downs together, so much so you have started thinking about him as a friend. Of course, he doesn't know this and he cannot know this because you are aware it is dangerous territory.

Genies aren't meant to spend a lifetime with a human, they are meant to grant wishes and move on and once they do, they'll never meet their previous owners ever again.

You know this, he has explained it to you on that very first day and even though you understand the rules very well, there is this part of you that refuses the idea of ever letting him go. It's silly, but the feeling is there and it seems as unshakable as a whole huge-ass-mountain.

The familiar teal fog engulfs you, warming up your body as it enlarges in the air, moving around until it thickens into a living human-like creature.

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm a genie, not a freaking cat?"

"Good evening to you too, Jeongguk."

He rolls his eyes at you, his hands resting on his hips as he taps his foot to the floor, annoyance written all over his face.

"Fine, fine, I won't do it anymore." You peel off your gaze from his little pout, turning your back on him so you can sprawl yourself on the bed again.

"You said that last time, as well." He takes a step forward, following you to the center of the room to look down at you, his eyes shining with judgment and a little bit of mistrust.

You giggle as you sit up crossing your legs whilst you reach out a hand for him, sticking up your pinkie for him to catch.

"Pinky promise?" You offer, batting your lashes in feigned innocence.

"I'm not a kid," he grumbles under his breath but still joins your fingers together, side-eyeing you as you burst into giggles at his antics.

That's the thing with Jeongguk: he'd mumble, he'd throw a tantrum like a kid and look at you with ice-cold eyes but he'll always humor you. You don't know if it's because it's in his nature or that is just the way it is but you love it, either way.

"So, what am I doing here?" He asks, tilting his head to the side, his eyes turning into slits as he studies you, "No, scratch that. What are you doing here?"

You sigh loudly, suddenly reminded of your pathetic Friday night at the dorm.

"I'm here because I had to study, you are here because I want entertainment."

"Is that your first wish?"

It has been nine months since you have met him and not a single day has passed without him asking you about your first wish. At first, you just wanted to consider your options before wasting three wishes on trivial things.

Now, you just don't want to watch him disappear into thin air and forget all about you.

"No, dummy, I'm just bored out of my mind."

Your reply sounds lighthearted but you can't really stop the sadness creeping up in your heart at the thought of ever letting him go. You wish you could speak about this with him or with anybody else but you can't. How exactly would you explain genies to other people without making them think you need some serious help? Also, the most egoistic part of you doesn't even want anyone else to know about the existence of Jeongguk and the rest of his lot.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Ah! You won't trick me into making a wish, I'm not that clueless!"

He shakes his head lightly, trapping his bottom lip under his teeth before sighing loudly.

"That's what I don't understand," he says, his gaze so intense it almost makes you squirm on your seat. These days it almost feels like he can read past your defense and it scares you to no end because you know what he will say. He would be right, too, in saying it but you don't want a wake-up call, not just yet.

"Why don't you?" He asks, narrowing his eyebrows as you promptly look away, avoiding his gaze with all your might.

"I just want to make sure I don't waste them up," your voice says. I enjoy your company far too much to let you go, your heart secretly whispers.

Silence welcomes your words and you let your body fall down on the mattress again, your eyes fixing up on the ceiling anew while your heart feels even heavier than it did before.

Your mind drifts off to your call with Doyeon, how happy she sounded in her messy-ass state. The likelihood of her and Hoseok being together right now is pretty high and yes, you are happy for her but also yes, you do envy her. It has been months since you've last been with a guy and it has been even longer since you even felt something for one.

With a pout on your lips you turn towards your genie, still standing at the edge of the bed with his eyes fixed on you.

This is another thing Jeongguk does: he looks at you all the time. He never lets you out of his sight and at first, you found it odd, unnerving and almost creepy but now, after so many months together, you've grown to like it because it makes you feel special, almost cherished. Of course, it is all based on a lie because it is probably in his nature to keep his eyes on his master but, even so, the heart feels and believes what it wants to.

"You know what would make me feel really better?"

You ask after a few seconds, a wicked smile spreading on your lips as you study your next words. Usually, you wouldn't talk about this stuff with him, maybe not even with Doyeon to be completely honest, but the idea of making him all flustered is too tempting to resist it.

"What?" He asks, his eyes shining with the prospect of you finally using up your very first wish. You swear to God, if he had a tail he'd be wagging it like a dog now, looking so expectantly at you.

You almost bite back the words before they can leave your mouth but then, you don't, and before you realize it, they are hanging in the hair.

"A good dickdown."

He looks at you with his eyes big as saucers, his cheeks the color of rose petals and his mouth slightly parted in a silence reply to your words.

You giggle at his response—or lack thereof—basking in the way he looks so utterly bewildered with your sudden confession.

"Well, I'm-uhm-pretty sure you won't have any problems finding someone willing to...?"

Jeongguk scratches the back of his head, his eyes drifting a little away from your face as he tries to get his composure back after you have thrown him so off with your words.

You take this chance to look at him, truly look at him without the fear of being caught staring, for once.

His black hair shines particularly bright tonight, soft and fluffy locks slightly covering his sharp eyebrows in a way that makes him look young and dainty.

His eyes are your favorite thing to look at. They are black as coal but still shimmer as if stars are trapped behind them, they are big and kind and puppy-like and they make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.

His nose is round and a little pointed at the end, an adorable freckle is almost hidden under his right nostril and you may or may not have dreamed of kissing it before.

He has a little scar on his left cheek, almost looking like a cut and you have tried asking him about it but an answer has never come your way, no matter how much you insisted on your pursuit. You imagined a lot how it would feel under your digits. The rest of his skin looks so soft to the touch you truly wonder if it would really seem like stroking peaches if you'd reach your hand and simply touch it.

His mouth is a nice shade of coral, small but pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. But then, if you move your gaze you find another freckle under his bottom lip and that is dangerous territory because you'd love to kiss that one too.

Everything about Jeongguk's face is soft and delicate until he turns a little to the side, or inches his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the manly cut that makes your mouth water and your heart beat faster. Yes, maybe you have developed a crush for your genie and it would definitely not be a wise decision but then again, how do you stop your heart from desiring something?

Your eyes travel a little southern, landing on his open white vest with teal and golden details on his shoulders.

Where his face is soft and gentle, his body is strong and powerful and he makes absolutely no effort to conceal it.

His arms are all muscles and veins that lead to pretty hands—have you ever even looked at hands before you met him?—his shoulders are big and look like the safest place to be held in, his chest is broad and defined and surely the most comfortable pillow to rest your head on.

Your eyes drift towards his firm abdomen, your gaze lingering there as you unconsciously lick your lips, incapable of keeping your thoughts at bay as you are presented, once again, with a body chiseled by the gods.

Whereas his pecs aren't the most defined and sculpted once you've ever seen, he makes up greatly for it when it comes down to his abs.

Before you met Jeongguk, you had never seen abdominal muscles that reached the upper torso in such a precise and perfect definition in real life.

The lines that delineate his muscles almost seem to have been airbrushed in Photoshop and, if he weren't standing before you right now and you were seeing him for the first time in a photo, you would easily bet a hundred bucks on them being absolutely fake and post-produced.

You love the little curve of his stomach, the way it looks a little bit softer compared to the rock-hard muscles above it and, to be honest, that's the part you prefer the most: his cute belly button, the way those muscles tense inward whenever he laughs too hard at one of your jokes and, further down, the truly mouth-watering little happy trail of fine hair that leads to the golden waistband of his white pants.

You can almost see the curve of his hipbones peeking through the fair fabric and you have to gulp down heavily in order to stop your thoughts from going there.

You abruptly peel off your gaze from him and redirect it towards his face, a mistake you wish you hadn't done because you find him staring right at you, a little questioning look drawn on his face.

You feel the blood quickly rush to your face, turning your skin so uncomfortably hot you almost fan yourself with your hands.

"W-well, it's not as easy as you think," you finally reply, your gaze fixed on anywhere but him, as you try to will your heart rate to slow down a little and your lungs to breathe in some more air.

"Isn't it?" Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, undoubtedly trying to catch your gaze with his own but failing when you refuse to even glance in his general direction.

"Well no because thanks to you I, unfortunately, doubled my freaking standards on males!"

There must be some kind of magical force acting here because not in a million years you would have said that out loud otherwise. The thought that had been ringing in your head ever since he had pronounced his words magically appeared on your tongue and, before you could stop yourself, there it was, hanging in the air like the freaking sword of Damocles.

Jeongguk sports a little grin on his face, clearly not so oblivious to the way he looks and how it affects people around him and, truth be told, you would give anything just to wipe it off from his mouth.

"Have I, now?" He inquires, his voice sickeningly sweet and thick with something that is not curiosity, like his words may suggest, but, rather taunting.

“Oh, please, don’t act like you don’t know how you look like,” you roll your eyes in response to his mocking behavior, gesturing at his whole lean figure for good measure, “I mean, who even has an eight-pack?!”

Jeongguk is fully giggling at your outburst, his cheeks painted in a nice pinkish tone that suggests he appreciates the implied compliment he was given far more than he’s bend to admit.

He’s shaking his head as if he can’t believe what is coming out of your mouth right now, and to be fair, neither do you, especially considering the fact that you are one hundred percent sober.

Your lips protrude forward in a little pout, your eyes glancing at the door to your bedroom without truly seeing it. You are lost in your thoughts again, the desires that have been repressed for long months burning you from the inside out, fighting to be expressed out loud, at last.

"I just wish I could have sex with someone as good looking as you, that’s all... Is that too much to ask?"

You sprawl your body on the bed, your eyes fixing on the ceiling yet again but, this time, it is to avoid the inevitable eye contact with your genie. It may also be to hide the way you are biting down your battered bottom lip in nervousness, and the way little droplets of sweat have gathered around your hairline, the result of blood rushing to your face uncomfortably so.

There is dead silence in the room for a couple of seconds before you hear the sound of clothes rustling, drawing your gaze to the side to fix on him again.

It is with utter horror that you watch him bow before you, a little smirk on his awfully kissable mouth.

"Your every wish my command."

Your heart plummets in your chest, your legs flying to the ground as you stand up in the span of a millisecond, ready to smash him down to a bloody pulp.

“Wait what?! That wasn’t a wish, you ass!”

Jeongguk rises back tall before you, his eyes glinting with mischief and absolutely no sympathy over the fact that you may just have thrown to literal shit one of your three wishes.

"I’m sorry but you can’t take back your wishes.”

"What do you mean I can't take back my wishes?! I didn't even make a fucking wish!"

You are boiling with anger at the way he so clearly took advantage of your little slip of the tongue, completely disregarding the fact that you weren't actually expressing a wish for him to fulfill in the first place.

"I don't make the rules, _______. You made a wish and now I'm going to grant it to you."

He wouldn't be able to hide the amusement glinting in his eyes even if he tried to and a part of you really wants to punch that smirk away from his face, the evident taunt in his features driving you absolutely mad.

Your mind races with thoughts and plans to get you out of this but after a few minutes it is clear that there is no way out, no matter how hard you try to work around it.

"Well...” You say, your voice quivering a little as you weigh down your options in an attempt to get the best out of what you were given, “Can I make it more specific, then? Or does that require another wish to be expressed?”

Your voice is filled with all the insecurity lodged within you, your poor bottom lip getting trapped under the vise of your teeth anew as you stare up to him, butterflies dancing in your stomach and heart spiking up its rate in your chest.

"I will allow it," Jeongguk says, tilting his head a little to the side like puppies do when they don’t understand well what has been said to them. It would be adorable if it weren’t for his eyes shining with cunning curiosity.

“What about someone that resembles you?” Your voices comes out much smaller than you initially anticipated but there is no doubt he has heard you loud and clear.

His eyes are fixed on you, his lips tightly closed in thought as silence hangs between the two of you.

The more he stands perfectly still, without uttering a single word, the more your proximity seems to become uncomfortable, unbearable even.

With all the cards laid out so nicely before him, there is no doubt Jeongguk has picked up on the fact that you have obviously developed a crush on him.

But even if he did, he decides to not address this but, rather, scratching his head a little he utter his next words:

“I’m sorry, but I can’t create someone from thin air. Genies cannot create humans nor kill them or revive them after death.”

You inhale loudly, your eyes drifting to the wall behind him as holding his gaze seems to become an impossible task from here on forward.

It almost feels like the walls around you are crumbling down, allowing him to see the most private and not-so-pretty parts of your soul. Something you never wanted him to see.

“So... if you can’t create someone are you going to summon a real person?”

You are playing with your hands as you say so, trying to wrap up your mind around genie magic and its infinite set of rules that you can’t even begin to comprehend.

“Not exactly,” Jeongguk seems hesitant as he speaks those words, his feet fidgeting as he clicks his tongue, a habit you know means he’s in deep thought—in this case probably trying to figure out the best way to explain to you how his magic works.

“Well... there must be some human being somewhere in this vast world that even remotely resembles...” your words get caught in your throat as you dare to lift your eyes up to meet his. It feels so humiliating to be saying this, finally admitting out loud the grandness of your feelings for him but at the same time, it is not lack of fine male specimen that has stopped you from fucking around in the past few months. It’s the fact that your platonic crush for your genie has made it impossible for every single human to stand a chance against him.

“I am no human being so, no, there is nobody else like me.”

His voice is deep as he stares down at you, all hilarity gone from his gaze as he takes you down, evidently studying you to the point it makes you squirm on the spot. You have never desired to disappear inside the ground as much as you do now. Would that be an acceptable wish to express?

“I see,” your voice is small, your eyes unable to peel off of him now even though you desperately want to, his gaze locking you in place, entrancing with the stars shining like beacons behind them.

“But I guess there is a way for you to have sex with someone like me.” He says after a few seconds, wetting his lips quickly as he scratches his head in uncertainty.

“What do you mean?”

“Well... you could have sex with me.” He bites his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a hint of doubt you have never seen reflected inside of them and it makes your heart stutter in your chest and traps your voice inside your throat whilst you try to process what he has just said.

“Come again?” You whisper after a few seconds, the words rolling off of your tongue feeling like rocks in your mouth as you try to push them out, all heavy and rough around the edges.

Jeongguk gulps down heavily in front of you, his eyes glued on yours as he takes a step forward, forcing you to lift your head up a little to stare back at him.

“Tell me you have never thought about it.” He says, licking his lips as he steadies himself, boldness firing up his words as he slowly musters up the courage to freely speak his mind.

“Tell me you have never dreamed about me and all the things I would do to you.”

His voice seems to drop an entire octave as he presses onward, his words thick with lustiness as if he were trying to seduce you.

Your silence and the way your mouth parts to breathe in loudly seem only to fuel him forward, prompting him to take another step forward.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the sweet hint of cinnamon he’s embodied with engulfing you whole and your brain starting to get fuzzy with wanton desire.

“Tell me you have never touched yourself thinking about me, about my tongue teasing your sex, about my fingers moving in and out of you.” His voice is rough and husky and it makes your legs tremble with the tantalizing fantasies his words depict in your head.

When he takes the final step forward, all you can think about is his mouth on top of yours, his hands roaming all over you and as he takes your chin with one hand, caressing your skin as he tips your face forward, your heart drops in your chest.

“Tell me you haven’t imagined how my cock would feel like inside of you and I’ll take back my offer.”

Your mouth suddenly feels as dry as a desert, your mind reeling with the infinite possibilities nicely laid out before you—if nine months worth of wet dreams is anything to go by.

You should jump at the offer, don’t even stop for a whole second to consider it and just take it but there is that little drop of doubt squeezing your heart, making it impossible for you to blindly follow your desires.

“Do you really mean it?” You ask in a whisper, wetting your lips as you search his eyes for any hint of doubt hidden inside them, “I don’t want this unless you truly want it too.”

Jeongguk tips his head a little to the side, inhaling deeply before sighing out loud, his eyes closing for a brief second.

“I thought I had made it clear enough with my words,” he says after a moment, his hands traveling down your body to rest on your hips, slightly guiding them forward until they meet his.

You gasp out loud as you are met with his semi-erection, pressing slightly over your core so to not leave any doubts he desires you just as much as you want him.

“I don’t have to have sex with you,” he whispers, his face moving forward until your noses meet, your lips so close they almost brush against each other, “I want to.”

His warm breath caresses your face as he confesses his own desires out loud, leaving you completely speechless.

In the span of a few seconds, your whole world has been turned upside down by Jeongguk again but you do not stop wondering, you do not waste time asking yourself questions you can always get back to later on. No, as soon as the words are out, your lips are on top of his, claiming his mouth like you desperately desired to do so many times.

He gasps loudly as your hands fly to his hair to pull him down towards you, your fingers getting lost in his locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a little forward and welcome the intrusion of your tongue.

Jeongguk tastes like a summer drink: refreshing and sweet and so much more than you ever imagined or wished for.

His lips are as soft as cotton and they feel like heaven against your own, pressing and pulling on the supple flesh until you’re sighing for him, relishing in how amazing it feels to finally have him like this.

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.

“Jeongguk,” you whisper atop his mouth, opening your eyes to fix your gaze in his shining ones.

His lips are all red, slick with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you fear you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing.

He touches your nose with the tip of his own, his hands engulfing your butt cheeks a little roughly, making you whimper in return.

His palms come to rest under your ass, pushing you upwards until your legs are encircling his waist and your arms are clasped behind his neck.

In this position he is the one that has to look up to you, his head bent a little to the side so he can still gaze inside your eyes.

If you thought the way Jeongguk looked at you before was heartwarming, now you are met with the raging fire summoned by his love-struck-like gaze.

He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew.

You nod your head yes, holding your breath as your eyes close for him, waiting for his mouth.

Jeongguk’s kiss is slow and delicate at first, it’s drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, and at the same time, it’s precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.

It makes your insides twitch and your heart hurt and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own.

It’s maddening and exciting and a little bit scary because how will you go about your life now that you actually know what it feels like to be kissed by him, held by him so tight your bodies may even merge together.

Your heart is beating like a maniac in your chest and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, ever.

And these thoughts turn you desperate, they force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own.

“I want you so much,” you whisper and in those words, there is much more than the initial layer. You want to feel him inside of you, on top of you, all around you but most importantly you want him for yourself and not just for one single night.

But you do not dare say it out loud, you do not dare taint this moment with the depth of your emotions in fear of ruining it, of shying him away. It may hurt in the long run but at least, you will have one memory you share together to go by.

Right now, he wants you just as much as you want him and maybe it’s not the same kind of desire but you’d still take everything he has to offer.

“Then take me,” he purrs out in your ear, kissing lightly the soft skin of your neck as he slowly puts you down on your own two feet again.

You wet your lips quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air as your hands immediately fly to his vest, roughly pushing it past his shoulders and then down his arms. You are completely blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his golden skin. No, not just that. You want to taste him.

Your lips attack his neck, all rough and passionate on the tender skin, blooming purple roses against it until he’s softly moaning out your name, his hands pulling you closer so that you won’t stop torturing his flesh in the best ways possible.

Jeongguk emits the most beautiful sounds your ears have ever heard. He whines and sighs and grunts for you, he closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane. You can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. God, you desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him.

Your lips are scorching hot against his naked skin and he shivers as you start kissing him along the line of his clavicles, slowly moving south to his pecks and even further, to the object of your current desire: his muscular abs.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth to taste the tight and firm skin and he whimpers again at the sensation, throwing his head a little backward as his fingers grasp your hair.

It feels like breaking him little by little and you can only imagine how good he will sound once your undivided attention is finally on his cock.

A wicked smile spreads on your lips as you keep kissing and licking the expanse of his abs, particularly focusing on the supple flesh around his belly button.

Your once rough kisses turn gentler as you keep inching downwards, exploring the trail of hair that leads to the treasure still concealed by his white pants. Goosebumps gather on his skin as your lips turn even softer, barely pressing over the flesh whilst your nose nuzzles forward, teasing him a little with the briefest of contacts.

You lift your gaze upwards, smiling when you find his eyes trained on you, focused on your every movement. His pupils are blown out and his hair disheveled with your previous kissing session making him look already well-fucked while you haven’t even started yet.

Keeping your gaze locked on his, you move your hands behind his back, reaching for the firm curve of his ass only to grasp the golden waistband of his pants.

You slide them down slowly, your eyes taunting him as you keep studying his face, the way he bites his lips in anticipation or gulps down heavily at the prospect ahead of him.

As the soft fabric of his pants moves past the curve of his ass, consequently sliding down his legs, you watch him shudder and bite his bottom lip in foretaste and it is that sight that prompts you to look down again, seeking a glimpse at the treasure hidden between his legs.

Your breath trembles as you exhale loudly at the vision laid before your very eyes. Jeongguk's cock stands almost fully erected before you in all its glory—his underwear nowhere to be seen—ready to receive the attention it so desperately seeks.

As you stand up before him again, mouth watering with the prospect of finally having him all for your self, you offer a hand for him to grab. His fingers intertwine with your own effortlessly and it is a simple touch really, nothing to compare with the activities you have been sharing thus far but still, it makes your heart leap in your chest and a smile spread on your lips.

Without uttering a single word you slowly guide him to your bed to make him sit on the edge of your soft mattress.

His legs automatically spread nicely for you as he tilts his head upwards, looking up at you expectantly.

With a soft smile you inch forward, quickly capturing his lips with your own yet again while your left hand slides down from his neck to his pecks, your fingers slightly grazing his skin as you move southward, taunting him with your slow movements and relishing in the way his muscles start to tense more the closer you get to his sex.

He whimpers on your mouth as soon as your fingers graze the surface of his length with the softest of touches and you smirk atop his lips, rejoicing in the way he so easily reacts to your every movement.

“Someone’s a little eager,” you whisper, searching for his eyes with a little taunting smile on your lips.

“Don’t tease, please.” His voice is thick, his eyes big and staring at you in a puppy-like fashion that makes your heart hurt. How can someone be this hot and cute at the same damn time? In an instant, you want to devour him whole, make him beg you to let him cum inside of you and then let him ruin you completely in return.

You take a step forward to sit on top of his muscular right thigh, your lips so close to his mouth that your breaths start to mingle whilst you slowly rock your hips forward on top of him.

Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, slowly gliding upwards in delicate and tentative strokes that will bring him a little pleasure without the risk of you chafing him in the process.

“I want to touch you,” he whimpers out, his eyes pleading as he looks up at you.

You watch him gulp down heavily as your hips roll a little faster over his thigh, you watch his pupils dilate as your mouth opens in a sigh of pleasure given by the nice friction his toned muscles provide on your fully clothed core.

You nod your head yes in response, your breath quickened by the excitement coiling nicely in your belly and he jumps at the chance of finally putting his hands all over you.

It is such a juxtaposition for him to act this way—all needy and submitted to your desires—when only a few instants ago he was being all confident and cocky but it is also utterly endearing and new for you, at the same time.

His fingers are timid as they approach your skin, slowly infiltrating under your shirt to finally caress your flesh and burn it with his digits, imprint his passage on every inch of your body.

His touch is soft at first as he scans your entire upper body with his hands but as soon as he finds the supple curve of your uncovered tits, he turns rougher, needier.

Your hand is still taunting his cock, your thumb teasing his head ever so slightly to draw out unsteady breaths and little whimpers out of him.

You catch up the glint in his eyes as he keeps tugging on your shirt, hoping to make it ride a little higher and expose your entire chest to him, and with a silent grin, you help him get the garment off of you and give him the treat he so desperately desired to receive.

His mouth is on your chest in the span of a few seconds, his tongue playing with your nipples with the same rhythm of your hand around is now fully erected cock.

Your back arches a little for him, your mouth opening in a silent moan as the wetness of your underwear begins to uncomfortably stick to your slick sex.

You gulp down heavily as you still your hips on top of him, your tongue daring out of your mouth to lick your dry lips and slow down the rampant beating of your heart.

He looks up at you ardently as you rise on your feet again, releasing your hold on his cock just long enough for you to get rid of your sweat pants and stand before him in nothing but your very flimsy pair of white panties.

He bites down his bottom lip as he stares up at you, his arms inching forward to grasp your hips and guide you back to him so he can keep studying and mapping every crevice of your body.

He kisses your stomach, nuzzles his nose between your tits to inhale loudly the sweet scent of your skin and you shiver under him, sighing in pleasure at the simplest of touches.

“Can I ride your dick?” You ask in a breath, your eyes searching for his to gauge his response to your lewd question.

“Fuck,” he whimpers out, his eyes almost rolling back inside his head just at the thought of having you above him, fucking him to completion, “Please do.”

You push him down the mattress with your hands to quickly climb on top of him, your legs straddling his hips as you inch a little forward to capture his lips.

His hands are firm around the curve of your ass, guiding your hips up and down to create a little friction between his hard cock and your clothed sex.

The sensation of his girth between your slick lips is already enough to make you sigh for him and as you do he takes the chance to slip his tongue past your teeth and inside your mouth. The kiss is scorching hot, it leaves you breathless and desperate to finally feel him inside of you and as soon as one of his hands is between your legs, you turn a whimpering mess for him.

He pushes your panties to the side and if the lewd sound your underwear emits as he pushes it away from your sex is anything to go by, you must be soaking wet at this point.

He inhales sharply atop your lips, cutting the kiss short so that he can focus on the little bundle of nerves between your legs.

You have been dreaming about his hands for literal months and yet they feel like nothing you have experienced before.

His little circular motions are slow and deep and they make your stomach contract in waves of pleasure.

“Oh, Jeongguk,” you moan his name and he attaches his mouth to the base of your neck to suck on the tender flesh and tint it a dark shade of purple.

A sob escapes your mouth as he pushes a finger inside of you, stretching your walls with its dragged out circular motions in and out of your core.

Jeongguk may have looked like a needy sub up to this point but there is no doubt he really knows what he is doing.

He finds your pleasure spots with utter ease and he is not afraid to hit on them with sheer precision to draw all the beautiful sounds out of your mouth.

“I want to fuck you,” you whimper out after a while and he chuckles a little, quickly retrieving his exploring fingers from inside of you.

As he pushes his back on the mattress again his expectant eyes focus on you anew, a little smirk on his mouth.

You visibly shiver as he brings his coated finger to his lips and sucks on the slick digit.

You lick your lips a few times as you watch his tongue dart out of his mouth to keep licking his finger in a lewd depiction of what he would do if that were to be your sex instead of his own digit.

Fire seems to be burning inside of you as you hastily remove your underwear and align your core to his turgid cock, eager to finally feel him inside of you.

Your hand grips his shaft by the balls, keeping it perfectly still as you gradually sink onto him, welcoming him past your slick walls.

He inhales loudly, closing his eyes as you slowly keep pushing yourself down, meeting his cock to its fullest potential until he is completely lodged inside of you, stretching your walls in a blissful way that makes you sigh in pleasure.

You stay perfectly still for a few second, willing your core to relax and adjust to the intrusion of his girth while your left hand reaches behind your back to squeeze his balls and add pleasure to the feeling of your walls slightly contracting all around him.

He hisses at the new sensation, biting his bottom lip to gulp down the heavenly sounds you love to hear from him and you retaliate by squeezing him harder, almost painfully so, until he is forced to cry out loud.

“Don’t hold back,” you whisper into his ear as you lean forward to steal another kiss from him, “I want to hear you scream.”

Jeongguk whines at your words, his bottom lip protruding forward into a little pout as he stares right inside your eyes.

“Fuck me,” he whimpers out, his hips slightly rotating against your own in his desperate search for some friction, “Please.”

Your eyes almost roll back inside your head at the needy tone his words are laced with. All the power he has bestowed upon you is making you dizzy, mad with the desire of taunting him until he breaks and begs for more.

You lift your hips a little and then roughly sink onto him again, relishing in the sound of your ass cheeks smacking his thighs and balls in the process.

Tilting your head a little backward you start rolling your hips forward for him, your bottom lip trapped under your teeth and your hands roughly grasping the soft skin of your breasts.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he whispers as he looks up at you and the way you keep taunting him with your hands roaming all over your own body, with the little sighs of ecstasy you emit every time he exhales loudly in pleasure.

Resting your palms onto his pecs to keep yourself balanced, you readjust your pace to a rather rough and bruising one that has you whimpering and sighing for his heavenly cock, for the way it seems to be getting even bigger as time progresses and pleasure arises inside both of you.

Soon enough your room is filled with the lewd sounds of skin smacking on skin, of deep moans and low grunts, of lips desperately searching and finding each other in the blindness of desire.

“Ugh, you take my cock so well.”

Jeongguk is breathing fast beneath you, his sighs turning into full out high-pitched moans that make your insides clench with arousal. Every single one of his words or needy sounds works as fuel for the fire burning between your legs and it makes you even more eager to make him burst inside of you and come all over him in return.

“Am I living up to your dreams?” He asks after a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed as he searches the answer inside your eyes.

“Yes, you are, ugh, you feel so good Gukie.”

The little nickname seems to work wonders on him as he grunts in response, his hands almost turning bruising around your hips as he starts guiding them down, forcing you to pick up your pace a little more.

“Harder, fuck me harder.” He pleads, closing his eyes while his mouth opens to form a silent ‘O’, the only inkling of the deep pleasure you are giving him he seems capable of showing right now.

You lift yourself up a little higher to plant your feet on the mattress and sink into him harder just like he asked for, desperate to please him and be pleased at the same time.

Jeongguk’s breaths turn even louder—his diaphragm contracting madly beneath you— his sobs a little bit more desperate as his orgasm draws nearer and nearer by the second.

“Aww, faster baby, please.”

His nails start digging the soft flesh of your ass and you whimper at both the pain and the pleasure the roughness provides, his hips start rocking upwards to try and fasten up your pace by meeting you halfway and bring himself over the edge.

The battering speed inside your pussy is heart-stopping, the head of his cock reaching your G spot with utter precision is absolutely devastating and it has you whimpering for him in a matter of seconds.

Your walls madly contract around him, squeezing him even tighter and making it almost impossible for him to resist any longer.

“Are you going to soil my pretty cock, uh?” He asks in a whine, his eyes searching for yours as he realizes your orgasm is as close as his very own.

“Yeah, oh-shit, I’m-I’m gonna cum all over you, Gukie.”

He growls at your words and you roll your hips even faster in response, chasing your release so desperately it almost hurts.

“Are you going to fill my pussy up?” You ask in a breath, mirroring his own question as you feel the wave of pleasure rushing from your head down to your core.

As your walls start to spasmodically contract all around him you feel him getting stiff beneath you, his breath getting caught in his lungs with the depth of his pleasure finally exploding in and out of him.

“Aww, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” His deep moan is followed by the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of you in unison to the spasms of your core and the one of his release milking your insides with generous spurts of white nectar.

By the time you both come down from your highs you are sprawled all over his body, his soft cock lying between your stomachs as you rest your head above his heaving chest, your legs nicely mingled together.

“That was mind-blowing,” you whisper making him chuckle as he encircles your frame with his strong arms.

His gaze is warm now, softer, and it makes you wish to stay like this for the rest of your lifetimes.

“Jeonggukie?” You ask in a whisper, making him tilt his head to the side with a questioning look on his face.

“I want to make another wish,” you confess, blood rushing all to your head as you tilt it upwards to stare back at him.

“Tell me,” his right hand comes to rest on your cheek, slightly guiding your face forward to place a tender kiss atop your lips.

“I want to have sex with you again.”

“When?” He breaths out, not a single hint of hesitation in his voice, signaling you he wants it just as much as you do.

“Now.”

“Your every wish is my command,” he replies, a playful smirk tugging on his lips as you lift yourself up and slowly make your descent towards his soft cock.

There has been this desire stuck in your mind ever since you undressed him and as you come to a halt between his legs, Jeongguk is made aware of your lewd intentions rather quickly.

His sex is covered in both your juices and a few drops of his own cum. To you, it looks like an absolute feast.

You lick your lips expectantly, pointing your eyes on his face as you open up your mouth to let your tongue do the trick.

You lap at his warm skin to gather up all the spilled remnants of your orgasms and he visibly shudders at the sensation of your scratchy muscle working on his flesh.

Jeongguk closes his eyes as you come closer and closer to his cock, already foretasting the moment your lips will close around it and work it to hardness anew.

You take your long-ass-time though, opting for a rather teasing pace and kitten licks that make him tremble and whine in annoyance when you keep getting so close to his sex while remaining so impossibly away from it.

“You really are a tease,” he mumbles under his breath, his head tilted forward so he can stare at you as you giggle in response.

“And you really are impatient, Gukie.” He shivers at your words and you tilt your head to the side, a playful smile tugging on your lips as you study his features.

“Do you like that? Me calling you Gukie?”

He hums in response, biting his bottom lip as if in deep thought and maybe he is, trying to decide whether he should elaborate on the reason why or not.

Either way, he doesn’t really get a chance to add on it because your mouth is all around him in an instant and he has a hard time breathing all of a sudden.

He whimpers a little as you suck on his soft flesh, your mouth slurping him loudly as if you were sucking on a candy.

“Ah! Damn.”

His abs contract as you suck on him a little bit harder, coaxing his dick to a new erection.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth to swiftly lick his head as you pointedly look up at him to study all the little twists on his features, learning what he likes and what he doesn’t.

Your left hand reaches between his legs to squeeze his balls and he whines as you do so, his eyes rolling back inside his head.

You can feel his cock hardening as you lick a long stripe from the base of his length up to his head again.

“You taste so good, Gukie.”

You mumble on top of his reddened flesh before engulfing him completely in your mouth again. Your jaw is slack and your cheeks are hollowed as you suck on him as hard as you can, closing your eyes to hum as his flavor invades your taste buds.

His hands come to grasp your hair, locking you in place above his cock, begging you to not stop anytime soon.

You let him guide your head, adjust your bobbing to his preferred pace and bask in the sighs of ecstasy that come out from his mouth, especially the ones that sound a lot like your name.

“Wait-” he whines after a while, his hands leaving your head to grasp the bed sheets, his chest heaving with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay, “Wait or I’ll come in your mouth.”

You consider pushing forward, bring him to his knees and let him fill up your mouth, feeling his essence coil down your throat and invade your belly but, in the end, you lift your head up and with a lewd pop, you leave his cock alone to stand perfectly tall before you, glistening with your saliva.

“How are you so good at sucking cocks?” He mumbles, more to himself than to you but you still giggle in response, quirking your eyebrows at him.

“I’m a natural talent,” you reply before tauntingly licking your lips. ‘Talent and lots of experience here at college, actually,’ but he doesn’t really need to know that, does he?

“Can I try something, though?” You ask biting your bottom lip in uncertainty. There are plenty of things you have never tried before but have been dying to for a while now and Jeongguk makes you want to explore all of them, all at the same time.

“Anything,” he promptly replies, his eagerness so endearing you can’t help but giggle again. Who knew Jeongguk had this much cuteness in him? Surely you had no idea prior to this very night.

You slowly roll off the bed, your knees hitting the ground as you drag him with you to the edge of the mattress again.

Jeongguk’s gaze is fixed on you, curiosity shining in his pupils as he studies your every movement, eager to discover what exactly you have in store for him.

You arch your back a little to align your chest to his erected cock standing tall in front of you, ready to be the center of your undivided attention again.

Your hands start caressing your breasts, bringing them together to squeeze his sex between them and give it a nice deep stroke.

Jeongguk’s breath trembles, his body shuddering at the new sensation and you look up at him earnestly, trying to adjust your pace to something that will bring him real pleasure.

You tilt your head a little forward as you gather some saliva in your mouth to coat his cock with in the absence of lube.

Jeongguk seems to find the visual particularly exciting as he grunts at the image depicted before him.

A smile spreads on your lips as a new idea surfaces in your mind, then.

You spread your legs a little further to stabilize yourself on the ground while bending your neck all the way forward, ready to welcome the head of his cock inside your mouth with each passing stroke of your tits.

"Oh, fuck." Jeongguk's high-pitched whine encourages you further, prompting you to set on a pace that is bound to make him crumble in the span of a few minutes.

Maybe it's because you told him not to hold back earlier or maybe he is just incapable of gulping down all of his lovely sounds but, yet again, Jeongguk is turned into a whimpering and moaning mess and each one of his little mewls makes your walls contract on thin air.

You unconsciously start bringing your legs closer to rub your thighs against each other, hopelessly seeking for a little friction on your neglected core.

Your arousal is dripping down your sex, coiling in big rivulets on your inner thighs, making them slick and slippery.

"I'm-" Jeongguk wets his dry lips, his pants already giving away what he is trying to say but you do play innocent, pretending not to know what exactly you are doing to him.

"Do you want me to come like this?" He asks in a breath, his hands fisting the covers while the muscles of his thighs contract in the effort of keeping himself steady.

Your mouth turns a little rougher on the head of his cock, your silence perfectly proving your point.

"I-ah! I want to make one of your wet dreams r-real" He confesses in a whine, his eyes closing and eyebrows furrowing with the incessant waves of pleasure that keep rushing over his body, menacing to bring him down.

"Is this what you dreamt of? Me coming in your mouth like this?"

You slow down your movements, your mouth leaving his cock again as you ponder his words. The answer would be no, actually. You had never dreamed about doing this with him and despite the excitement of the act, you do have to admit that what he is offering right now sounds far more tempting.

"Not exactly," you confess, your voice a little hoarse.

"Tell me," his voice suddenly turns sharp, losing all the needy and sweet tone he stuck with for the rest of the night and transforming into something more demanding.

You can't help but shiver at his sudden character switch and he is quick to catch up on it, to the way you instantly start biting down your bottom lip at his words.

His once gentle hands turn hard on your body as he lifts you up only to roughly throw you on the bed.

He climbs on top of you with no hesitation, fire burning in his eyes as he kisses your lips with a new-found fervor.

You whimper in the kiss, your fingers grasping his sweaty locks of hair to pull him even closer and feel his erection pressed atop your core.

"You like it a little rough, don't you?" He asks, his voice husky as he puts a hand around your neck, slightly pressing over your carotid to cut down the oxygen income.

"I-I do," you reply, your bottom lip trembling with excitement as he rolls his hips on top of yours.

This Jeongguk is the one that has been haunting your dreams ever since you met him but, after discovering his other side too you find yourself unable to decide which side you actually prefer: the one that likes to be teased, tortured and submitted or the one that loves to be rough, dominate and break his partner.

He pries your legs open with his hands, his mouth sliding down your neck so he can bite the tender flesh and leave his mark there, in plain sight.

The pain is sharp for a second, making you yelp, but as warmth spreads over your skin it is quickly subdued by pleasure and the feeling of his tongue lapping the battered skin.

Jeongguk slides his cock inside of you with one swift movement right in that moment and you whimper at the sudden feeling of being filled again by his rock-hard length.

Your eyes close as he keeps pushing deeper inside of you, seemingly only satisfied when he is completely lodged inside of you and ready to fuck your brains out.

Jeongguk's strokes are slow, dragged out to the point it makes you want to scream in frustration. He almost slides his cock completely out of you and then slams it right back in with one single stroke, making you jump as he hits the perfect spot with maddening precision.

You know he is doing this on purpose to get back to you and make you beg for it just like you did with him. Still, you don't give him the satisfaction of bringing you over the edge this easily, this quickly.

You endure it, closing your eyes and grasping the crumpled bed covers, biting your bottom lip to hide any sign of both pleasure and frustration.

"You want to play though, uh?" He asks as he fists your hair, forcing your head to lift off the bed and directly face him, "Two can play this game, baby."

A wicked smirk appears on his features making you shiver in anticipation, his eyes glinting with mischief as he lets go of your head only to focus on his cock, slowly moving in and out of your slick core.

His hands find purchase under your ribs, guiding you forward until your legs are resting on his shoulders and he has complete access to your sex.

With the new position, he wastes absolutely no time to slam inside of you with all the strength he is capable of, instantly making you mewl in pleasure.

You try to bite your bottom lip again, you try to gulp down all the sounds you want to emit out loud but as he starts pounding inside of you, it proves to be an impossible task.

The taste of blood fills your mouth as the tender flesh breaks under the vise of your own teeth and you are forced to let go of the poor battered flesh, consequently giving up your resolve of not showing him how much you are enjoying this change of scenario.

Without a force helping you contain your moans, they flood out of you like water from a broken dike and they quickly fill the room alongside his grunts and the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin.

He pushes himself forward, bringing your legs with him so that you are almost folded in half, unable to escape his bruising pace inside of you.

"Jeongguk," you whimper out for him, your eyes searching his dark pools as your chest starts to heave with your panting breaths.

He rolls his hips harder into you in response, making your eyes roll back inside your head, your jaw turning slack as your mouth opens in a silent moan of pleasure.

You feel your walls starting to spasm, your legs quivering a little with your incumbent release and you start to fear he might retreat, edge you and denial your orgasm in order to make you cry out loud and beg him to let you come but what he does, instead, is roll his hips faster and throw you over that edge completely.

Your ears start ringing as the orgasm fully takes over your thoughts, blanketing them with white cotton.

His cock still hammers inside of you, milking your orgasm incessantly, ready to throw you back into it as soon as it seems like it has washed out of you.

It almost feels like too much having him still inside you like this, battering your pleasure spot so tirelessly but the slight discomfort gets washed away by bliss again in the span of a few seconds.

"Fuuuck," you whimper out, the word dragged out by your ragged breath.

His mouth finds yours again at this moment, ready to completely steal your breath away and leave you absolutely breathless.

Slowly, he draws a little backward, allowing your legs to fall on top of his as he repositions himself, turning you a little to the side so that he can rest right behind you.

You immediately turn your head behind your back, eager to keep your eyes on him and watch him come inside of you for the second time tonight. You do not want to miss a single twist in his features as he keeps fucking you like this.

His hands keep you firmly in place as he resumes his pace inside of you, effort and arousal painted all over his features as he chases his own release.

Even when he is being rough like this, bent on breaking you into pieces, he is letting out those heavenly sounds that captivated you in the first place tonight.

They are absolutely intoxicating, they ring like music to your ears and if you could hear a single sound for the rest of your life it would be exactly this: his moans and the sound of your name on his lips.

You can sense his orgasm nearing by the way his hips start losing their perfect pattern, by the way his breath is hitting your ear more rapidly and by how more high-pitched his moans are turning as time progress.

You purposefully contract your walls around him, making him grunt at the sensation, giving him that slight more push towards the verge of his release.

One of his hands lets go of your hip to travel forward, his fingers quickly finding your clit to draw large and deep circles over the bundle of nerves to bring you over the finish line in unison with him again.

The arousing sensation makes it hard for you to stop your hips from eagerly rolling onto his, following the movement of both his hand on your sex and his cock inside of you.

He comes inside of you with a low and deep moan that makes your walls contract and your mouth moan loudly for him in return.

Your body quivers for the third time tonight before turning into absolute jelly, shutting down in defeat.

Silence engulfs you whole and for a moment you think you may actually drift off to sleep like this, with the warmth of Jeongguk's body behind you and the reassurance of his presence by your side.

It is actually him that stirs you back into consciousness, bringing you closer to his chest so that his lips can brush against your ear.

"Was that how dream-Jeongguk did it?" He asks, chuckling a little over his own question.

You turn inside his embrace so that you can face him and shake your head no with a little smile on your lips.

"No, this Jeongguk is actually better."

His smile is full of pride as he steals a quick kiss from your mouth.

It is so endearing to watch him get back to his more cute side but again, it makes your heart hurt. As you rest like this, looking up at him, the misery of your situation awakens back inside of you.

There is no doubt by now that you have feelings for this boy right here, very big ones at that, and it is something clearly impossible, something you have to forget and pretend like it never existed.

It is with that fear of tomorrow in mind that you open up your mouth again, your eyes shining with the menace of tears.

Jeongguk seems to read your mind again tonight as he quickly presses his finger on top of your mouth.

"Don't. Don't say it."

His eyes turn serious as he stares down at you, all warmth and banter quickly disappearing from his features.

"Don't waste your last wish on me." He adds, his voice thick with emotion as he gulps down heavily, almost as if he were fighting against tears himself.

"Once your last wish is fulfilled I'll have to go back inside the lamp and we will never get to see each other again."

You nod your head a little because he has already explained this to you, yet, you still want to make another wish, extend this moment for as long as possible, rejoice in it while it lasts.

Jeongguk shakes his head no a few times, hugging you closer as if afraid you'd disappear in front of him when, actually, it would be him turning into a teal fog before your very eyes, leaving you alone to deal with a broken heart.

"There is no need to make a wish when I'd gladly stay here with you for as long as you'll want me to."

His left hand caresses your head lovingly, his eyes pleading you to let him finish, to not shatter this moment and turn it into your last one together.

"And I'll gladly make love to you whenever you want to and not because a wish binds us together, but because I want it too."

Before you know it, there are tears falling on your cheeks, turning your vision hazy as the real meaning behind his words finally hits you.

All this time, you had no idea. You didn't know that his eyes were always on you because he couldn't look away; you didn't know that he kept asking about your wishes not because he wanted to move on but because he was afraid of doing so; you didn't know that when he was granting you that first wish he was actually granting himself his own.

"Don't cry," he whispers on your lips, his thumbs drying your hot skin as a smile finally spreads on your lips.

It is happy tears that keep flooding from your eyes because it feels like a dream, a fantasy you'll have to wake up from eventually but it is not. Not this time.

And tonight, Jeongguk makes you his again but this time it is slow, gentle and sweet; this time he keeps whispering loving words inside your ears and kissing your lips to steal away all your beautiful whimpers and make them his own. This time, as you come together in each other's embrace, there is more than passion shining in your eyes. There is love.

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