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themculibrary · 2 years

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Peter And Wade (Spideypool) Masterlist 2

part one

act your age (not your shoe size) (ao3) - cherryvanilla T, 5k

Summary: “Wanna go grab some grub? I have it on good authority there's some qual-a-tee Mexican around here.”

Peter’s mouth drops open. “Uh, you always invite guys you just met out for lunch?”

Deadpool laughs and leans forward. The words are muffled when he says, “Only the ones I meet in movie theaters.”

All About Chemistry (ao3) - TwiceBakedPotato M, 74k

Summary: After serving his 20 years in the Marine Corps, Wade Wilson is cashing in his GI Bill and going back to college. He feels like the old man on campus, but that doesn't matter. He likes his classes. He likes learning. And he especially likes his Chemistry professor with the messy brown hair.

Another Trip Around the Sun (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction M, 31k

Summary: Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask.

And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.

Dermis (ao3) - GeminiDerp E, 32k

Summary: Soulmates should have never been seen as a burden. The scars, bruises, pen stains, whatever happened to sink down to the dermis was something to look at fondly. Any markings meant your soulmate was still out there living and fuck if Wade didn't do a lot of living.

Everyone Has A... Plush In Their Closet (ao3) - Lafaiette E, 3k

Summary: Peter has a secret crush on Wade and keeps commissioning Deadpool plushes.

Wade has a secret crush on Peter and enters his apartment hoping to find something to conquest him with.

Five Times Peter Parker and Wade Wilson Crossed Paths By Accident (ao3) - Alyx17 T, 17k

Summary: And the one time it was on purpose.

Takes place after Spider-Man:Homecoming and Deadpool (2016).

I'm Not That Good at Breathing In (ao3) - Celebrate_the_irony N/R, 20k

Summary: “You want to fake date me?” Peter replied. Was this real? This couldn’t possibly be a real thing that Peter was being asked.

“Well I would actual date you if you really want, but we’d need to establish a safe word first.” He could practically see the horrific images in Deadpool’s brain.

Or Peter is very clearly in love with Wade and needs a farcical situation to get him to realise it.

Mutation Squared (ao3) - MysticMoonhigh E, 43k

Summary: When Peter Parker gets bitten by a radioactive spider (for the second time, since apparently he didn't learn his lesson) he undergoes a strange second mutation. Left with eight eyes and a ridiculous amount of body hair, he must learn to cope with his new transformation and new powers. Good thing Wade Wilson is there to help him out.

One Reason Why (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight E, 149k

Summary: An Arranged Marriage brings Alpha!Prince Wade and Omega!Prince Peter together and neither are happy about it. Wade is obnoxious and Peter is stuck up and despite a fairly adorable accidental first meeting and instant attraction, they can hardly be in the same room without arguing. Alpha! Wade is determined to win the bratty Omega over and tries with sarcasm and humor and enough one liners to make Peter scream. Omega!Peter is brilliant, beautiful and too hurt from a past Alpha to try again. He doesn’t care about Wade’s scars, but if the Alpha doesn’t stop talking, Peter might just kick him out a window. An unexpected moment forces them together and even Peter can no longer deny their bond. Even if he still isn’t sure he wants an Alpha, he can’t stay away, and every kiss and night spent together brings them closer to bonding. But outside forces want to tear them apart, and when tragedy strikes, Wade asks the Omega to bond so they can face it together but Peter still isn’t sure. Can Wade come up with One Reason Why Peter should be his?

Patron Saint (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction T, 58k

Summary: Peter is desperate. Hungry and alone on the streets, he's ready and willing to do anything to change his situation, even if just for a night. And sharing a stranger's bed would be no hardship, especially when the alternatives include dumpster-diving for dinner and sleeping, arms wrapped around him, beneath a chilly and indifferent sky.

Then a man named Wade Wilson steps into his life.

peter parker likes wade wilson (ao3) - orphan_account G, 1k

Summary: in which tony stark finds out that peter parker has a crush.

Rare (ao3) - LunaRaven09040 E, 82k

Summary: After Aunt May is killed and Peter kidnapped, his world changes forever. Peter is rare, a male Omega. He is an outcast in a world he never fit into and now, one he has now reason to go back to. Wade is dangerous, an enforcer and mercenary in a society that functions underneath the radar. Fated pairs are supposed to be fairy tales and they should have never met. But now that they have, they can never let go.

Room 418 (ao3) - Sintero, Staubengel E, 143k

Summary: On the run, Peter has managed to carve out a living as an escort. It was lucrative work, self-managed, and provided him with the anonymity and security that he so desperately needed.

But, he never accounted for meeting Wade.

Tacos, Spider-suits and Sex (ao3) - Castello (orphan_account) E, 28k

Summary: Deadpool and Spiderman have... an arrangement. Just sex, no strings, perfect for your everyday crimefighter. They haven't even shared their identities. Peter's happy with it, until he finds out that Deadpool's interested in getting to know the kid behind the mask.

Explicit for language, some violence, and sex. LOTS OF SEX. In many locations and a fair amount of different positions. Surely NOT for the weak of heart. Honestly, I started writing this as an outlet for humorous kinky ideas and it just... sort of evolved into a cool story...

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme (ao3) - Ajayd E, 78k

Summary: Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

Villain (ao3) - Lafaiette M, 23k

Summary: Peter Parker, lost in time and far from his present after an incident with a time machine, meets a little Wade Wilson, struggling with a life too hard and cruel for him.

Weak Spots (ao3) - ImpassionedWriter M, 5k

Summary: Chance meeting that results with Deadpool discovering Peter Parker is Spiderman and has sensitive spots on his wrists. This is soft-core porn.

Well (ao3) - Lafaiette E, 84k

Summary: “I wasn’t like… like this before, you know? I was normal. My life was shitty, but not like this, never like this, and I could think without sounds and voices in my head, I had respect for myself! God, I don’t even remember how that feels like!”

Deadpool knows he is not a hero and that something is definitely wrong with him. Spider-Man wants to help.

#themculibrary #deadpool #spideypool #spideypool masterlist #peter parker #wade wilson #f/m

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sonder-paradise · 3 years

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◊ My submission for the More Than Two Hearts Collab hosted by @paradise-creator <3 I wanted to do a Royal AU since it’s been eating at me for so long-

◊ Genre: Royal AU, Fluff, Poly Relationship

◊ Word Count: 527

◊ Pairing: Prince!Osamu Dazai x Royal!GN!Reader x Knight!Chuuya Nakahara

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Oh stop you’re grumbling, Chuuya, it’ll be fun!”

“Shush! If the two of you don’t stop talking, we’ll get caught.”

The two men looming behind you shut their mouths, shooting the other a bothersome look. You glanced back at them warningly before looking back at the task at hand.

“When did this lock get so annoying to pick??” You grumbled, toying with the rusty lock on the gate. The red-haired knight behind you let out a sigh before raising his leg. In a singular thrust, the metal gate swung up, leaving Dazai and you staring at it in mute surprise.

“Come on, hurry up. I thought we weren’t supposed to get caught?” Chuuya quipped, smirking back charmingly at the both of you.

The princely figure at your side exchanged a fervid glance with you. A heavily blush on both of your features. You were both aware that Chuuya seemed to have the muscles to break down a metal gate, but to see it happen in real time was almost heart-stopping. In a good way of course.

Reaching the clearing, your eyes travelled through the brilliantly laid out festival. Colorful lanterns decorated the awnings of brilliant stalls and live music danced in the sweet night air.

Children rushed past the three of you, laughing and giggling in harmony as they rushed towards the various activities and games available for the town. A cheery, light-hearted atmosphere settled gently in the center of the square as people danced arm in arm with sparkling smiles on their lips.

“Where to first?” Dazai perked up, eyes glittering at the sight of crab dishes being served a while away.

“Remember, we’re supposed to be getting back to the palace before midnight. So no—“

Chuuya stopped, glaring at no one in particular when he realized you and Dazai had floundered off to fulfill the desire to eat all the fascinating foods around you.

“Royals…” he grumbled, following begrudgingly.

Though he softened when he spotted the sincere smiles both of you carried.

The night faded on and on with the gallivanting music. A merry chime filled with wind instruments and charming acoustics that had the three of you dancing in the center of the square.

Hands roaming each others’ as you switched from Dazai to Chuuya, back to Dazai then Chuuya. Laughter and rounds of clapping in time with the rhythm of the music bounced off the square. You took a moment to rest, panting softly as you clapped along with the crowd, your prince bowed towards your knight.

Though Chuuya rolled his eyes at his other lover’s playful aura, he gladly took the man’s hand before getting pulled into a whirlwind of song and dance. And as the song beautifully crescendoed into it’s finale, they glanced back at you with loving in their eyes.

Offering a hand out to you, you beamed gratefully at your crown and sword. It was such a beauty to dance the festival night away in a whimsical dreamy realm.

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Once Upon a Time in…

Storybrooke.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader.

Word Count: 2900.

Previously on the series - Neverland, Camelot

“So we’re back at square one.” You sigh, looking at Henry, while he is reading his enormous book.

“Not entirely true. We know that we have to lift the curse so you can leave, and that we have to do it fast before you become a character of the book.” He says, without raising his head at you. You’re almost arguing when a plate with at least 20 pancakes is placed before you. That stops your mind mid-rant.

“Thanks, Granny.” You smile at her, who smiles back before leaving. “Except that we don’t know who cursed the town, so I might as well embrace my fate of being a fairytale character right now and forever.”

“You know, there is another way.” He finally looks at you and you encourage him with an eyebrow raise. “Too risky and honestly? I don’t even know if they would agree to it…”

“Would you go on with it already? No need to build up the climax, we’re already past that.”

“Another curse.” Henry says and you furrow your brows. Having two curses surely doesn’t sound like the solution. “A liftable curse, of course.”

You just blink at him when he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Ok, what if my mom cursed you into believing you’re a part of the story? You would be written into the book-” You open your mouth to argue. “But it comes from someone who knows and can undo it. So, when the time comes, she lifts the curse and you’re not in the book anymore.”

“Uh.” You think about it for a second. “Sounds like it could work. It would be like if we had a countdown watch and after your mom’s curse it would just pause it.” You say and he nods in agreement.

“The protection spell around town gets lifted and she undoes your curse right after. The countdown restarts but you would be ready to leave.” He finishes your train of thought. “Only thing is whether she will agree to this.”

“Well, we’ve got to try, right? Might be our only hope.” You’re almost out of the booth when you look at the pancakes in front of you. “Give me a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re thinking about food right now.” Henry rolls his eyes at you.

“Can’t believe you’re not.” You say inhaling the food in front of you in exactly one minute. “Ok, I’m done.”

“This was traumatic to watch.”

You ignore him and you both run out of Granny’s to Regina’s house at the end of the main street. You try to go slower so he doesn’t fall too far behind, but you’re still in front of her house way before he gets there.

“Next time, give me a ride.” He is breathing hard next to you but recovers faster than normal. “Mom? Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, kid!” You hear Emma’s voice, and you follow Henry to it. You find both Regina and Emma making breakfast together. The scene doesn’t fail to bring tears to your eyes. It’s too familiar. “Oh, you guys are together, great!”

“We think we have a, well, it’s not a solution. It’s more like a-” Henry looks at you.

“Band-aid.” You give them a forced smile.

“Let’s hear it.” Regina asks and you and Henry do your best explaining the whole thing. “So I would undo the curse and she’ll leave, huh?”

“I know it’s not ideal but-”

“But it’s pretty good.” Emma says. She comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure about that, though?”

“No. I know nothing about magic.” You shrug. “If this was science or anything related, I would probably be sure, but this is outside my area of expertise. If you two think it could work, then I trust you to bring me back when it’s time.”

“You should know all magic comes with a price.” Regina adds.

“What’s the price?”

“We’ll learn about it later.” She raises an eyebrow at you. You think of Lena and how you need to go back home to see her eyebrow raise.

“I’ll pay.”

“Well, then hold on to it, kid.” Regina says with a smile. “You’re about to become a fairytale character.”

You and Henry look at each other. As good of an idea this was, you didn’t consider all the outcomes. You’ll become a fairytale character; you won’t remember anything about your actual life. You won’t remember your moms, aunts, cousins, girlfriend, grandmas… You know it’s what you have to do, if you ever want to make it out of this reality and back into yours, but still. Not remembering Jamie’s laugh, Maya’s kisses, Kelly’s comfort, Alex’s shoulder squeezes, Lillian’s head tilt, Eliza’s soft voice, Lena’s green eyes, Kara’s smiles, it almost makes you want to forget about this and find another way.

“Ok, the curse is ready.” Regina says and you look up, coming back from your thoughts.

“Smells funny.”

“I know, sweetheart. It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant.” She says, making your heart beat faster on your chest. You hold your necklace strongly in your hands; remember your family one last time. Then close your eyes.

“Yay, food!” You open your eyes and look at your moms on the other side with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

“Hey, leave some for your brother.” Regina says, stopping you before you grab all of the apple pancakes she has made.

“Fine, you can have one, Henry.” You joke, putting just one on his plate from the stack in front of you.

“Be nicer, honey.” Emma kisses the crown of your head, before sitting next to you. You smile, putting two more on his plate.

“There, you’re eating just as much as me now.”

“Listen kids, today Emma and I will be working with Mr. Gold to see if we can lift the protection spell around the city. You two will spend the day with the Charmings.”

“Oh, come on, moms. We’re old enough to help!” Henry says and you agree.

“Of course you are. And we will need your help when the time comes. Just, well, you know how is like to work with Mr. Gold-”

“Always an adventure.” You and Henry say in unison.

“Something like that.” Emma agrees looking like she wanted to disagree, instead. “Besides, I thought you had archery lessons with your grandma today?”

“Yes!” You agree, excitedly.

“And Henry, you will be hanging out with your grandpa at the station, right?” She gets his answer in the form of a nod. “Well, great, we’re all very busy today. But we’re still meeting at Granny’s tonight for dinner, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom.” You get up and kiss her head. “See you guys later, I’m late to meet grandma.” You kiss Regina’s head right after. “Bye, mom. Squirt, wanna a ride?”

“Stop calling me squirt.” Henry complains, getting up from the table. “See you later, moms.” He follows you to the front of the house. “Don’t run so fast, I just ate.”

“You know I only have two speed levels. Fast or breaking the sound barrier.” He jumps on your back and out you go, fast enough to be at the station in a blink of an eye. “See you later!”

It doesn’t take long before you and Snow White are walking in the woods close to the city. You love spending time in the woods with her. You love just sitting in silence and letting your senses become even more refined. Sure, you have super hearing, but she teaches you how to focus even on the simpler things. Leaves in the wind, steps in the woods, birds chirping. There’s no other place you feel as in peace as in the woods with Snow.

“So? How are the woods today?” She asks, hand on your shoulder.

“Was there ever a time where there wasn’t anyone in the woods doing weird stuff?” You ask, making Snow laugh loudly next to you.

“Not in Storybrooke.” Snow agrees with a smile and points a direction for you both to walk.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask, putting your bow into position and closing one eye, looking around.

“Like we shall do everything.” You look at her and she winks at you. “Together.”

You miss the shot. You try again. Your arrow breaks. You try again. You lose your temper. You try yet again.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

‘Together’ is the word to live by.

“Mom, can you help me take control of the panic attacks?” It’s late at night when you ask her that. Regina is happy that you’re asking for her help, and you two sneak into her office while Emma and Henry watch Space Paranoids.

“Remember,” She holds you, before she starts. “These are nightmares I’m putting in your mind. None of them are real. You’re safe and sound at home with us. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Ok.”

“But sweetheart, you’ve got to fight it. With all the strength and courage I know you have. Concentrate and fight it.” Regina says, and you nod, closing your eyes.

Your mind is filled with visions. Terrible ones, by the way. You see people dying, by shot guns and swords. It’s a war inside your mind. You know it’s not real, but the feeling is the same. You try to run but your legs feel wobbly and weak, and you fall on your knees. There’s a pool of blood under you and when you look to the side you see Henry with glassy eyes, completely lifeless.

“NOOOO!” Your heart starts beating into your ribcage, as you shake before reaching for him. “Please, please don’t be dead.”

“Concentrate. Focus.”

“HE IS DEAD! IT’S MY FAULT!” You yell, with tears wetting your face.

“It’s not your fault.” Regina says in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“HENRY! PLEASE COME BACK!”

“What’s going on?” You hear his voice. Regina has already stopped filling your mind with visions, but still you see his glassy eyes staring at you. “Hey, open your eyes. I’m here.”

You see him. But your body is still reacting harshly to the vision. You cry and shake. You’ve failed, but you’re not the one to back down.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You’ll overcome your fears.

“Hey honey!” Emma wakes you up, with an excited greeting, and you roll to the side not opening your eyes just yet. “I could really use your help with something.”

“What is it?” You mumble, still too sleepy to talk.

“We’ve gotta help Ella. And I thought we could have some mother-daughter bonding time.”

“You’re my mother. Isn’t that enough of a bond?” You ask, as a joke, and you get a chuckle in response.

“Come on. It would be much faster if you could fly around and find her for me. Otherwise I would have to use magic to find a shoe and then more magic to track her, and then-”

“Oh my God, ok. I’ll help.” You get up and get ready in seconds. “I know you just want my help because I’m faster than the Flash.”

“Faster than a flash, honey.” Emma corrects you. “Let’s go!”

So you find Ella, just before her evil stepmother shoots her, and you stand tall in front of her because you’re indestructible, and your mom uses magic to contain her evil stepmother, and it’s just another day in Storybrooke. You know, for a really small town, there’s always something going on in here.

“Saving the town with my kid.” Emma throws her arms around your shoulders with a smile. “What mother could ask for more?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think being saved probably doesn’t sound so bad.” You complain, getting a tight squeeze from her.

“Sitting around waiting to be saved, with no idea whether someone’s actually going to come for you-” She sighs, loudly. “Trust me, I know doing all the saving all the time sounds exhausting. But waiting around is-is as bad as it can get, honey.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

Heroism comes first.

“Are you ready?” Snow asks and you agree excitedly. Bow and arrow ready to shoot. You look at her getting in position. “Together.”

You nod, and you two aim at the same spot. Both of the arrows travel together and land side by side in the middle of the target. You smile, excited. “I feel like the Green Arrow!”

“Who’s that?” Snow asks and you look at her furrowing your brows.

“I-I don’t know.” You think and think about how that name just easily left your mouth. Huh. Weird.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Here comes the town’ superhero!” Emma says when you walk in the kitchen.

“Here is the town’ savior!” You answer with a smile.

“I could use your help out there today, kid!” She widens her smile.

“Doesn’t this town have enough heroes?” You sit next to her, and she kisses the crown of your head, before placing a plate of hot waffles in front of you.

“But only one is super.” She winks, making you giggle in excitement. You’re convinced right away.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Focus. Concentrate.” Regina says, close to your ear. And you breathe deep trying to do so.

“It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear.”

“And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point.” She bumps her shoulder on yours. “Sweetheart, you told me you needed help.”

“And I do.”

“Then let me help.” She runs her fingers through your hair slowly. “The world will always throw disappointments, sorrows and pain on our backs. It’s our job to learn how to handle them. I worked very hard for my first reaction to be as Regina and not as the Evil Queen.”

“I know, mom. You said that a million times.” Your answer makes Regina lose her cool a little. And you smile, apologetic. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I asked for help. I need to know how to handle the pain. Please, I’m ready to go on.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks again and you comply. “Are you ready?” You shake your head in agreement.

You see images. Like a lucid dream in your mind. Regina is using magic to alter what you see. And you see destruction, death everywhere. You see Snow’s head detached from her body, Emma bleeding with a sword on her heart, the only thing left from Charming is his hand, still clinging to his sword.

You should be ready by now. In fact, you should be used to it somehow. It’s not the first time you and Regina do this kind of exercise. But it doesn’t matter how many times you see your family bleeding out, totally lifeless in front of you, every single time, without fail, makes your heart beat faster, your lungs stop working, you shake, you start crying and hyperventilating, ready to destroy everything.

“Focus! No fire from the eyes.” You hear Regina’s voice and you come back to yourself a little bit, just to hold back your first reaction. It’s always the eyes.

“But mom is dead.” You cry out, clenching your fist.

“Concentrate. You can do it.”

You can do it.

You kneel before Snow’s head. Breath in while counting to 3. Hold your breath for 3 seconds. Breath out in the same amount of time. You know this isn’t real. Snow is home, and safe. You’re not in the enchanted forest. Nothing here is real.

You unclench your fist. Steadying your breath. You fight the images. Snow’s head goes back to her body. Charming’s hand disappears. Emma opens her eyes.

“You can do it.” You hear again. And you feel the thump in your heart settling back in your ribcage. Beating normal again. Soon enough the entire thing vanishes in front of your eyes. You open your eyes again. Your hands are still shaking a little, but you’re home with your mom, and you’re safe. She smiles fondly at you. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“I did it. I stopped my panic attack.” You say with excitement planted on your face and she hugs you tightly. It doesn’t matter how many months it took you to do so, you still did it.

“How about we celebrate? Guess who lifted the town’s protection spell this morning?”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widen in excitement.

“Yes! You know what that means?” Regina asks, and you can barely contain yourself, jumping up and down.

“Pizza from the neighborhood city!” You squeak. “Can I go get it? Please mom, let me go get it!”

“Here.” Regina gives you the money. “Bring enough for your grandparents. And Belle. Maybe Hook too. Just anyone who happens to be at Granny’s.”

“So basically the entire city?”

“Basically.” She smiles and you’re almost out the door, when you look back at her and add.

“Did I have any plans for when we could leave town?” You think and think, but nothing comes to mind. “It’s weird, I swear I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“Maybe to give mom a kiss?” Regina asks and you smile. Rushing to her and hugging her, before kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, it was probably just a kiss.” You chuckle.

Days. Weeks. Months.

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chimmyrockbison · 3 years

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MASTERLIST Updated 03/20/2021

COMPLETED AO3 FICS [Kim Taehyung/Park Jimin]

1. The Sound of Your Heart

Summary: There was something so easy about it, it was almost scary. Taehyung didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to feel this overwhelming fondness; but not unlike his head, his heart was hard to persuade once it had decided a path. And Taehyung was scared that it had decided on the mute new boy with pretty features and a warm smile.

Words: 144,014

2. All the King's Men

Summary: Castle servants Jimin and Taehyung find themselves involved in a game with the Crown Prince.

Words: 52,531

3. golden haze

Summary: Taehyung watches Jimin’s mouth twist into a pout, forming the word ‘fucking’ with his thick lips before he’s whipping out his translation device again. Taehyung doesn’t have time to stop him when various pornographic images pop up on his holographic screen, Jimin’s eyes widening with intrigue, his mouth falling open at the suggestive images in front of him.

(or: lonely college student taehyung harbors an alien fugitive in his apartment. nothing goes as planned.)

Words: 34,850

4. Drag'on Together (Love Is Its Own Magic)

Summary: “I swear to God, Taehyung if you stop to pick up one more rock because you think it might be some sort of rare stone, I’m leaving you here,” Jimin huffs as he tries to sound intimidating.

“Jiminnie, we both know you wouldn’t survive a minute without me, so stop with the empty threats, okay?” Taehyung replies, happily ignoring his dark-haired friend.

Jimin would argue, he would, if it wasn’t for the fact that Taehyung was right.

The time Taehyung and Jimin finds a blue rock and it turns out to be so much more.

Words: 30,554

5. even the weariest river

Summary: It's moments like this that make Taehyung panic. The open derision on each courtier's face, the scorn of his brother as he turns from his prey. The slit of Park Jimin's eyes, just barely open and dark and hateful, as Taehyung swallows and squares his shoulders and says—

"I want to claim him."

The tides of war change, and sweep Taehyung and Jimin along with them.

Words: 152,979

6. i fell in love with the pizza delivery guy (and then i blew him in the bathroom)

Summary: Send your best delivery guy. Preferably cute, preferably packing.

“You're the one who ordered me,” Taehyung says. Not exactly a question; more of a statement.

“Well, I ordered pizza; you just happen to be a delightful bonus,” Jimin clarifies, lips drawn up in a smirk that sets Taehuyung’s blood on fire in a most delectable way. “Although, had I known a pretty face like yours was working there...maybe I would have been more specific with my instructions. At least I know for next time.”

(or, Jimin orders pizza and a little something extra, and Taehyung delivers without really knowing what he's signing up for)

Words: 18,438

7. Grand Jeté

Summary: Refusing to spend another night alone, Taehyung surprises his perfectionist of a boyfriend Jimin at his dance studio with the intent of dragging him home. But their pent-up emotions from spending time apart has the visit ending with a lot of kissing and a little experimenting.

Words: 8,200

8. Already Midnight

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Taehyung is drunk. So drunk that he doesn't recognize Jimin as his boyfriend. When Jimin kisses him at midnight, Taehyung threatens to call his man- aka Jimin.

Words: 3,951

9. Worth The Risk

Summary: The rules are simple: no kissing on the lips, no petnames, no cuddling after sex, no sleepovers, no labels, and no catching feelings.

It should be simple. In fact, it would be simple, if it weren’t for one tiny thing...Taehyung is pretty sure he’s in love with Jimin. And that’s absolutely against the rules.

Words: 23,645

10. Common Ground

Summary: Taehyung is rich, a little bit bratty, a lot a bit spoiled, and failing calculus. Jimin works full time, tutors, and is a straight-A student. There's a rulebook somewhere that states very clearly that people like Jimin should never associate with people like Taehyung. But rules are meant to be broken. And opposites always, always attract.

Words: 44,136

11. This is not a dream

Summary: He would think they were ships in the night if not for the fact that every night, Jimin lays his head in Taehyung’s lap and Taehyung runs fingers without nerve endings through his hair. If they didn't have this false, teasing closeness long enough to learn every detail of each other's lives, long enough that Jimin is the person Taehyung spends the most time with by a mile.

(Jimin leaves. Two months later, he falls in love with Taehyung.)

Words: 12,370

12. Shooting Stars and Silver Moons

Summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.

(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")

Words: 20,206

13. the whole world is blue

Summary: Taehyung is not going to confess. That kind of thing never ends well. The movies are wrong. It doesn't always turn out to be mutual. Real life isn't so romantic like that.

Words: 10,829

14. Swipe Right

Summary: As a best friend, Jimin will do anything for Taehyung. This includes being his fake boyfriend to ward off the unwanted attention Taehyung is receiving after using a dating app and agreeing to meet someone.

Words: 26,085

15. Define Me in Terms of You

Summary: This is either Taehyung's greatest idea, or his worst.

“So, let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to play guitar, join a fake band and enter a competition just so that you can impress a guy you like?"

Words: 9,808

16. i just adore you asking for more

Summary: Taehyung is a successful model looking for a discreet release. Jimin is a professional dom who won’t judge his browsing history.

Words: 90,201

17. Sirius

Summary: "Dude, our entire relationship could be an Ed Sheeran album."

Words: 16,955

18. it's your heart i wanna live (& sleep) in

Summary: The first time Jimin sleeps over at Taehyung's, it's an emergency. The other times after? That's a different story.

Words: 22,658

19. kissing up on fences (and up on walls, i don't want to fall)

Summary: They’ve always been close, Taehyung and Jimin. Where one went, it would be rare to see them without the other. This is a fact Namjoon knows better than most, having coexisted with them in close quarters for such a long time.

Namjoon had not, however, for all his proclaimed wisdom and prudence, had the foresight to see that they’d become this close.

(or: the five times the other members thought they were dating, and the one time jimin starts to wonder if they really are)

Words: 8,738

20. The Usual

Summary: Alternatively titled: The Regular

Jimin will date anyone, except for boys who serve coffee.

Words: 27,935

21. i'm so sorry but it's fake love (tbh, not really)

Summary: when chaebol/commitment anti-fan park jimin learns he's being married off, he does the smartest thing in the world: hire a fake boyfriend he found on the internet (aka Craigslist's personal ads)

all he needs is just three months with said fake boyfriend to convince his parents to leave him alone. after that, he'll get back to his regular programming.

except, not really.

Words: 209,565

22. Gravity//Oxygen

Summary: He already lost his parents.

He'll be damned if he loses Jimin's smile too.

We stay together.

Always.

Taehyung is out for revenge. And he'll do anything to get it.

Words: 180,321

23. A Screenshot of Youth

Summary: There’s a sharp intake of breath, Taehyung’s grip tightening over Jimin’s with a gentle squeeze. “Jimin,” his voice is serious, and Jimin watches him, strangely endeared. “Let’s be friends.”

And it’s like this, that they begin as friends in the heat of a sweltering summer, twelve years old and too young to think much of it, hands twined together under the blanket of a setting sun.

(In which Jimin and Taehyung grow up together.)

Words: 18,496

24. i'll take the desert, you take the coast

Summary: “Everyone I know is a candlestick nearing its demise. They’re afraid of bringing meaning into their lives, of cultivating that glow. But you, prince Park Jimin, you are different. You glow with the passion of more than a thousand suns.”

Words: 30,973

25. just to get a taste

Summary: The one where Jeongguk dares Jimin and Taehyung to kiss and it unravels a lot of feelings. But mostly more kisses.

Or the one where Jimin's heart is stupid and Jimin's best friend is actually irresistible. Who'd've thunk, huh?

Words: 24,375

26. tell them it's the end

Summary: Five months after Taehyung suddenly walked out on him, Jimin finds out that Taehyung has yet to inform his family, who absolutely loved Jimin, about their split.

Jimin tries to swallow his feelings as he once again “dates” Taehyung.

Words: 13,802

27. stay with you

Summary: Taehyung wondered why he always see this blonde man, getting wasted every night. Its such a shame seeing his pretty face wasting every single night of his life in this bar.

Until he saw his eyes, and he understood why.

(Or Jimin is broken and he wanted his happiness back.)

Words: 12,875

28. ring the changes

Summary: That's the nature of one-sided confessions. Things change.

Words: 45,248

29. summer, winter, spring (i'm falling for you)

Summary: The school starts to take notice of Jimin.

Taehyung has always noticed.

Words: 41,786

30. Make Me-al

Summary: In which Jimin starts to work at Jin's restaurant and there he meets Taehyung, the new rookie waiter that kinda gets him off his nerves (the feeling is mutual). Yet, the tension between them is hotter than the ovens from the kitchen...

Words: 26,886

31. such stuff as dreams are made on

Summary: "sir no one, may i have this dance?"

or: kim taehyung, a kitchen boy, sneaks into a royal masquerade. park jimin is the prince he never expected.

Words: 38,753

#ao3fic #bangtan #bts #bts fic #jimin #taehyung #vmin #vmin fic #vmin au

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Silent Treatment

A drabble not for @lokislastlove

Warning: some arguing, nonconsent sex, threats of violence, biting.

It was almost amusing how long it took him to catch on.

Certainly, Thor had noticed that you were avoiding him, that the bulk of your time in Asgard had been spent with his brother rather than him. You knew it would bother him. Eventually. And you hoped he felt the same way you did.

Was it silly to feel so hurt? Well, how else should you feel. The two-minute video sent you into a tailspin of anger but you’d already arrived and you weren’t quite sure what to say. So you said nothing. You graced Thor with a shrug or the occasional nod but you just couldn’t give much more.

You wouldn’t be so embarrassed if you hadn’t been sent the clip personally. Several friends made you aware of his little flirtation which was now being broadcast everywhere. Headlines called the God of Thunder ��sweet’ and ‘cute’. You just thought he was ridiculous.

It made you wonder if for the last year he’d just been telling you what you wanted to like he had that girl. Sure, it was just an interview and tried to convince yourself he was merely playing the PR game but why had he kissed her hand like that? Why had he called her ‘sweetheart’?

Sooner or later you would have to say something. Anything. But for now, you were going to let Thor think you would rather listen to Loki expound on how he tricked his own brother into a cave full of giant bats. The idea of a young prince being so easily deceived was amusing, but when it was revealed it had been well beyond Thor’s childhood, it was almost pitiful.

You walked with Loki through the halls, passing the tall pillars, and admiring the extravagant portraits of the Asgardian elite. On earth, no one lived like that anymore. It was more selfies and those dumb wall signs that read ‘live, laugh, love’.

Then you saw the shadow. You had thought you’d spotted him before but weren’t entirely sure. Loki’s green eyes flicked behind you and his little smirk betrayed his own awareness. Thor was attempting to eavesdrop but wasn’t very stealthy.

The dark-haired prince stopped you by a portrait of a mystical creature which resembled an elephant but had porcelain like skin.

“My father saw the last of these beasts,” Loki said as he gestured to the painting. “I always thought it a tragedy. So regal. But they weren’t anything you could tame. Not like...” He glanced towards the far end of the corridor and touched your shoulder. “Some.”

You realised what he was doing. For as conspicious as Thor was, you were just as bad. Surely Loki knew why you insisted on his presence but he didn’t mind being a tool if it was against his brother.

He leaned in and lowered his voice so only you could hear.

“Whatever he did, he probably deserves this,” Loki winked and kissed your cheek.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice boomed around the stone columns and his boots echoed at his advance. “Away from her!”

Loki stood straight but stayed close to you as Thor stormed towards him. You stepped between them and stopped Thor from accosting his brother. He reached past you but you caught his arm.

“Thor,” You said calmly. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I saw what he was doing!” Thor snarled.

“You were spying on us?” You asked.

“He kissed you!” Thor snapped.

“On the cheek. It was only friendly.” You insisted. “You think I would betray you?”

“I don’t know what you would you do, you’ve not talked to me since your arrival.” Thor retorted.

“Do not worry about her, brother, worry about me,” Loki taunted.

You held back a laugh as Thor’s face contorted with anger and Loki smoothly dodged another grab as you lost hold of his arm.

“Thor,” You pulled him back by his hand. “Let him go.”

“Yes, brother, you should attend to your affairs before mine,” Loki teased. “Or yours shall become mine.”

“Enough,” You warned Loki and he smirked.

He turned and strode away as Thor fumed next to you. When he was gone, you looked to the blond Asgardian and shook your head.

“What is this about?” He asked. “Why do you spurn me? I thought we--”

“I thought we were good too, Thor,” You interjected. “And then I see you hanging off some woman in Times Square.”

“I--” His eyes searched. “It was only an interview. I was having fun.”

“It wasn’t fun for me to see. Did you ever think of that?”

“I didn’t think it was that serious,” He shrugged.

“And all this time I was ignoring you, you never asked me what was wrong.” You said.

“I suppose I didn’t, but you also didn’t tell me.” He returned.

“Don’t do that,” You huffed. “Don’t you think that was inappropriate?”

“It wasn’t real,” He insisted.

“So I don’t get an apology?” You asked.

“What about Loki?” He countered.

“What about him? He kissed my cheek, I didn’t kiss his,” You said. :But if you are upset then I am sorry.”

Thor was silent and looked down. You waited. Nothing.

“You’re not going to apologize?” You asked again.

“I don’t see a reason for it. I was being friendly.”

“Oh?”

“And you weren’t there.”

“I wasn’t there? So what does that mean? That you can do whatever you want?”

“I am a king so yeah,” He scoffed.

Your mouth fell open and you threw your hands up. You backed away from him and shook your head.

“I wanna go home.”

“You haven’t even spent a moment with me and all you do is argue,” He said. “You haven’t given me a chance to make up for it.”

“You won’t even say sorry,” You accused. “What else can you do to make it up?”

“You’re not going anywhere. No one leaves or enters Asgard without my say.”

“I’ll find a way out,” You turned away.

“Loki won’t help you,” Thor was quick and pulled you back by your arm. “I won’t let him and he’s not that type.”

“And what are you then?” You tried to wrench away and he caught your other arm.

“I’m yours,” His voice deepened dangerously. “And you’re mine. That’s what you said.”

“Thor, let me go.” You pushed on his chest.

“No,” He said evenly. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m telling you to. What is wrong with you?”

“You have ignored me for the last week,” He marched you backwards as he spoke sternly, “I have welcomed you to my home, my kingdom, and you’ve treated me like nothing more than air.” You hit the wall harshly. “And you thought you could me jealous by using Loki? I’m not that stupid.”

“Thor--”

“I brought you here because I wanted you to see my home. Your home.” He said tersely. “Because I love you and no one can change that.”

“Please--”

“And know I do love you and if I do stray, I still will, but every wife must accept that they cannot change the nature of man. The nature of a god.” He held you to the wall as he leaned in. “I will take what I want when I want it.”

“Get off--”

He crashed his lips into yours roughly. You grabbed at his chest frantically, almost suffocated by his kiss. You bit down and he pulled away suddenly. He pinned you to the wall with an arm across your shoulders as he touched his lip. You hadn’t broken the skin.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He snarled and grabbed the front of you jeans. “You must understand that by now.”

He pulled hard on the denim and the button came of as the zipped split. He leaned his weight on you as he forced the pants down past your hips. You kicked out and he easily blocked you. He stomped your foot and brought his large hand to your cheek, resting it there.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” He said. “So don’t make me.”

You quivered and his hand crept back down your body. Your panties were nothing to him as he tore them away. He placed his foot in the crotch of your jeans and forced them down the rest of the way. He freed one of your feet and grabbed your leg. He bent it against him and kissed you again.

His arm left your chest and went around you. He held you to him as he devoured you. You turned your head away from him and he growled. His arm fell lower and he lifted you. He balanced you between his body and the wall as he reached down between you.

His movements grew impatient as you struggled against him. You grabbed onto his arm and tried to wriggle your leg free of his grasp.

“You liked it before,” He purred as his fingers brushed your cunt. “Don’t act so innocent.”

“Please, Thor--”

“You want to play the silence game, we’ll play,” He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along your pussy. “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

He pushed himself back to your entrance and you voice fizzled as he sheathed himself in you. You were breathless as he filled you entirely. He was big and you weren’t used to taking him so suddenly, sometimes not even all of him. You clamped your lips shut before you could cry out and he hummed as he leaned against you.

He rested his head against the wall next to yours and his hand slipped down to your ass. He began to thrust, long, deliberate jerks that made your entire body ache. You let out little whimpers as he rutted against you, your arms pinned between your bodies.

“Shhh,” He hushed you as he nuzzled your neck.

He didn’t let up as the clapping of his flesh echoed down the airy corridors and his grunts interspersed the lascivious noise. You lifted your chin as your eyes rolled back in a mixture of pain and unexpected pleasure. His teeth grazed your neck and sank into your skin as he growled.

He jolted your body violently as his voice rose and his motion grew frantic. Your back was sore from the stone wall behind you and your arms were starting to buzz from being crushed against him. You let out shaky breaths as he gave several violent thrust and peaked with beastly grunt.

He stilled but kept you trapped between him and the stone. His breath lingered on your skin and he slowly lifted his head. He cradled your cheek and kissed your forehead gently.

“I do prefer it more when you’re loud.” He purred.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #dark thor x reader #dark!thor x reader #drabble #but kinda long #mcu #marvel #dark!drabble #dark drabble

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taxicabinmemphis · 4 years

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Prince Charming Chapter 6 - Sword-ing Things Out

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six

Word count - 2,019

Pairing - Moceit (Prinxiety and Intrulogical in previous chapters)

Warnings - sword fighting, kiss without consent (it’s fine in the story but please remember that consent is essential, kids, and always ask first!), food, tell me if there’s anything else I need to tag!

Janus woke up later than usual. A glance at the clock told him he had slept for a full eight hours and that it was a quarter before ten in the morning. Dinner had been very late, and he read for a couple hours while processing the day before he went to bed.

When Janus had finished getting ready for the day (around a quarter past ten), he sunk out of his room and into the kitchen. He glanced into the living room next to the kitchen, spotting Patton sipping from a coffee mug. The moral side had a plate of pancakes in front of him, covered in syrup, and seemed to be deep in thought. His glasses were slightly askew on his face, his hair wasn’t fully in place, and his cardigan was tied around his shoulders a bit messier than usual. Janus smiled; Patton looked like he’d just gotten up.

“Good morning, Patton,” Janus greeted smoothly. “I hope you slept terribly.”

Patton jumped in his seat; Janus had clearly surprised him. “Oh! Sorry, Janus, good morning! And, uh, I slept alright I suppose. You?”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “A full eight hours. However, it doesn’t seem it was the same for you; you look quite tired. How long have you been up?”

“Oh...maybe an hour or so? An hour and a half? I got at least six hours, so I’m alright.”

“That’s wonderful for your health.”

“It’s one night; I think I’ll be alright,” Patton replied, a small smile on his face. “Anyway, Janus, please don’t bother cooking or anything. I made enough pancakes for everyone, and there’s another mug of tea as I had extra, if tea is indeed your thing.”

“It is, Patton. Making breakfast for everyone is very considerate, and the tea is a very nice gesture, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble, Janus,” Patton replied tiredly.

Janus grabbed a plate, placed two pancakes on it, put blueberries on the pancakes, and grabbed the aforementioned mug of tea. He noticed that there was already syrup at the table where Patton was sitting and walked over to the moral side. He stopped in front of an empty seat, not wanting to invade his space.

“I’d hate to join you, Patton, if you’d allow me,” Janus requested.

“Oh, of course! This is a table for all of us sides, is it not?” Patton permitted with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Janus sat down, frowning. “Are you sure you’re alright, Patton?”

“Yeah!”

Janus gave him an unimpressed look, pouring syrup over his pancakes.

Patton sighed and took a long sip of his tea. “I’ve just been thinking about yesterday. It’s probably why I didn’t sleep as well as you.” Patton stared at his pancakes, stabbing his fork into them rather harshly but not taking a bite.

Janus waited for more exposition but didn’t receive it. “I don’t suppose you’d like to elaborate on that.”

“I don’t think you’d want to listen.”

Janus shook his head to indicate a negative, taking a bite of his pancakes. “I’d love for your day to be ruined by unresolved worries. Considering the stress I put on you yesterday, it’s only fair for me to listen to your troubles in return.”

Patton glanced up at Janus from his food. “There are a lot of benefits to talking about your feelings…” Patton stated, considering Janus’ offer. “Sounds pan-tastic.”

Janus snorted at the pun, suppressing a smile. “I’m disappointed you agreed. What’s on your mind?”

“I just…can’t help but be mad at myself for what I did to Virgil. I know he doesn’t blame me for it, but I still feel really bad.”

“He would’ve killed you if you hadn’t,” Janus pointed out, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know,” Patton sighed. “But he’s my best friend! I can’t help it.”

“That makes no sense. It’s understandable. Of course you feel guilty, you’re Patton. But you have to remember—you totally deserve the guilt. It’s not like you did anything wrong.” Janus took another sip of his tea. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say your actions were more considerate than what could be expected of you.”

“Thanks, Janus,” Patton said, taking a bite of his syrup-soaked pancakes.

“Of course,” Janus responded. “Anything else on your mind?”

“Uhh,” Patton started hesitantly, “yeah? I may or may not be confused and...just a tiny—” he held up his index finger and thumb to Janus in a position that made them almost touch, “—bit annoyed and, well, irritated as well as previously a small bit angry with you for forcing me to fight Virgil.” He gave Janus an unsure look, smiling nervously. “Sorry?”

Janus sighed; this part of the conversation was inevitable. “Ah. Yes. Don’t be sorry, I get why you’re upset. You have every right to be.” He sipped his tea.

Patton nodded, refusing to look at Janus and staring at his pancakes instead as he stabbed at them with his fork. “Was it really necessary?”

Janus opened his mouth to defend his actions, but he shook his head. “No. It wasn’t.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I was supposed to play the bad guy.”

Patton frowned. “It has to be more than that. You don’t seem like the type to do stuff like that just because of a role someone gave you.”

Janus sighed, pouring more syrup on what remained of his pancakes. “If you must know, Logan was beating me in our fight; I had to distract him.”

“You could have done anything else.”

“He also wasn’t getting in my head.”

Patton raised his head to meet Janus’ eyes. “In your head? Logan?”

Janus nodded. “It was quite a travesty. I guess I tried to...prove something to him and myself.”

“And?”

“I didn’t,” Janus said with a pitiful laugh. “Logan was right.”

The two ate in silence for several minutes, processing the conversation, before Janus realized he hadn’t apologized.

“I’m not sorry, Patton,” Janus said to break the silence. “It was right of me to take out the confusion of my inner struggles on your and Virgil’s emotional wellbeing.”

Patton gave him a weak smile. “I’m sorry, but...I don’t know whether I should forgive you yet. I want to, but...it hurt.”

“You don’t have to. I definitely expect you to, especially this soon after events. Just please know that my apology is sincere, and I will do my absolute worst to make sure it never happens again in the future.”

Patton finished his pancakes and put his fork down. He put his elbow on the table and leaned his head onto his fist. “I don’t wanna forgive you yet but you make it so hard. I wanna hold out until this evening but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.”

Janus’ human side adopted a pink tint. “You’re rude, Patton, but strong. I’m sure you can do it.”

Patton’s face lit up. “I have an idea!”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “I’d hate to hear it.”

“You’d have to be up for it, though, and you in no way are expected to be,” Patton prefaced.

“Alright.”

“We could fight it out! With swords!” Patton said with a grin. “If I win, it’ll satisfy me enough to forgive you, and if you win, I will be dissatisfied and be able to not forgive you.”

“Losing creates anger, does it not?”

Patton waved a hand. “No, I’m not mad at you, silly. You can not forgive someone and not be mad.”

“Fair enough,” Janus replied, finishing his breakfast. “I agree to this, especially if it helps calm your mind.”

“Yay!” Patton stood, taking Janus’ arm. “Let’s go sword things out.”

Janus snorted and shook his head. “Hilarious.”

The two ventured into the Imagination. Patton conjured the sword he had used the previous night, and Janus looked at it with amusement.

“A beautiful sword you have there, Patton, though I think I will have to trade mine for a shorter one.” He conjured a black gladius with a yellow hilt.

They were in a plain black room, the only color filling it being them and their accessories. However, they could see the other very well.

Janus stood in a fighting stance, smiling at Patton.

“Square up, sweetheart. Starting a fight unprepared is incredibly wise.”

Patton laughed nervously, a pink on his cheeks from the pet name. He shifted to a fighting position. “You got it. Prepare yourself to be defeated.”

“So you want to forgive me?”

Patton made the first move, not dignifying the comment with a response. He stepped towards Janus and swiped at his shoulder. Janus parried, and made a strike at the moral side’s neck, only for that to be parried as well.

They went on for a couple of minutes, trying to disarm the other. The only noises heard was the shuffling of feet, grunts of effort, and clashing of swords.

Janus made a particularly hard hit that Patton could barely parry, throwing the moral side backwards a little. He took the opportunity to discard his cloak and his hat, throwing them a good fifteen feet away.

“You removed your hat? And your cloak? Woah, this is a moment to remember!” Patton teased, striking at Janus’ head.

He blocked the blow, taking the opportunity to stare Patton in the eyes. “Only for you, honey,” Janus replied.

Patton flushed, stabbing at his torso.

“Oh, you needn’t try to hit my heart, it’s not there.”

Patton raised an eyebrow, deciding to humor him. “Where is it, then?”

“I don’t think I saw you holding it a few minutes ago.”

Patton laughed and made a cut to the neck. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen my breath.”

“Considering it’s not cold enough, no….”

“Oh. I thought you had taken it away for a second,” Patton said with a cheeky grin, swiping his sword at Janus’ legs. “But if you haven’t…”

Patton knocked the gladius out of Janus’ hand, the blade falling right beside him. He stood close to Janus, really close, too close (though Patton could never be too close in Janus’ eyes), his sword at his side. Though Janus may have imagined it, he could swear he saw Patton’s gaze drop to his lips for half a second.

“I suppose I can take yours instead.”

Janus smiled, raising his hands to surrender slowly. Patton’s smile widened, and he took a step back.

“So I w-”

Janus kicked his sword up, grasping it by the hilt and knocking it horizontally into Patton’s torso, making sure not to hurt him. Patton fell backward, eyes wide as Janus knelt over him. His right hand was clasped over the moral side’s left, holding it in place so he couldn’t strike. He got himself as close to Patton as he had been before; leaning over him with a victorious smirk on his face.

“I think I win this one, my blue beauty,” Janus whispered, staring into Patton’s eyes. “Though, I’m completely opposed to a rematch.” He glanced at Patton’s lips, before looking back to his eyes.

No. Patton hadn’t said he forgave him, he was a dark side, this could have all just been a game. For show. And even still, romantic feelings were a completely different level than friendship.

He stood up and extended a hand to Patton to help him up. Patton took it, pulled himself up, dropped his sword, and in one fluid motion, pulled Janus in for a passionate kiss.

Janus’ eyes widened and he dropped his sword in surprise. He didn’t know what to do and was more surprised than he should have been. His hesitation prompted Patton to start to pull away.

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve as-”

Janus reconnected their lips, putting his arm around Patton’s shoulders and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

He pulled back for air. “You’re giving me mixed signals here. I won, yes, but you’re kissing me, so am I forgiven, or…”

“Not yet.” Patton pulled him back in for a third kiss—a smirk on his face and his eyes alight.

Taglist: @the-sympathetic-villain @justanotherhumanstuff @thistledown15

This is the final installment! Originally this was a sequel, that’s why it has a title (I kept it cuz I like the pun). Hope you liked it! This one wasn’t quite as serious as the others so the writing is different.

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Love you all, thanks for reading this story!

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swanqueeneverafter · 4 years

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The Once & Future Queen Pt.32

Camelot. Lower Town. Past. (A man pushes a cart down the street and playfully sneaks up behind the carpet that Guinevere is beating. He pops his head over the clothesline on which the carpet is hung.) Tom: “Boo!” Guinevere: “Oh!” (Guinevere holds her hand to her chest.) Tom: “Did I surprise you?” Guinevere: “You certainly did!” Tom: “I’ve got another surprise for you, too.” (Tom hands his daughter Guinevere a small, wrapped cloth. She opens it, revealing a fancy button.) Guinevere: “It’s…lovely.” Tom: “Well, in case you ever need a spare. You know…for this…” (Tom holds up a colourful dress.) Guinevere: “It’s beautiful!” Tom: “Well, you’re a beautiful girl, Guin. You deserve beautiful things.” Guinevere: “But how? I mean…it must have been expensive.” Tom: “Oh, very. But we’re on the up now. Things are going to be different.” Guinevere: “What’s going on?” Tom: “It’ll be all right. Trust me. (Tom kisses her cheek:) I won’t be back for supper.” Tom’s Forge. Night. (Tom works at his forge when he hears a strange sound.) Tom: “Hello?” (A man appears before Tom, hooded and cloaked.) Tauren: “Is it prepared?” Tom: “Yes. Look.” (Tauren approaches the forge and pulls down his hood, looking at the melted lead.) Tauren: “Very good.” (Tauren pulls out a stone with silver filigree around it.) Tom: “What is that?” Tauren: “I’m not paying you to ask questions. The lead, please. (Tom takes the lead off the forge and pours it into a mould. Tauren holds the stone over the lead and the stone glows:) Áfæren æt gylden.” Tom: (Whispered:) “You didn’t say anything about magic! I don’t want any trouble!” Tauren: “I búgan þéos… áfæren æt gylden.” (The lead turns to gold.) Tom: “Gold?” Tauren: “Pure, priceless gold. (Tom drenches the gold and steam rises from it. Tom holds up the lump of gold:) Yours, blacksmith. If you keep your mouth shut.” (Suddenly, Arthur bursts in with the guards and Tauren runs for it.) Arthur: “Seize him!” Guard: “Yes, sir.” Arthur: “Quickly, after him!” (Tauren tosses the heated materials in the water, creating a smoke screen. he knocks over a table and drops the leather bag with the stone in it.) Guard: “Stop!” Arthur: “He must be caught!” Guard: “Stop that man!” (A pair of guards stay behind, restraining Tom. Arthur turns around and takes the gold from him.) Tom: “Sire, please…” Arthur: “You’re under arrest.”

Camelot Castle. Council Chamber. Night. (Morgana, Uther, and Arthur are gathered.) Morgana: “Treason!?” Uther: “Yes, Morgana, treason. The blacksmith was consorting with a known enemy.” Morgana: “Enemy? What enemy?” Arthur: “Tauren. The leader of a band of renegade sorcerers sworn to bring down the King.” Morgana: “And where is this Tauren now?” Arthur: “He escaped.” Morgana: “Well, then how can you be sure?” Uther: “Because Arthur saw him with his own eyes.” Morgana: “Well, even if the man is who you say he is, you can’t sentence Tom to death for just being seen with him!?” Uther: “We have reason to believe he was forging weapons for Tauren.” Morgana: “Rubbish! He would never do such a thing.” Uther: “Every man has a price.” (Arthur slides the lump of gold across the table.) Arthur: “Found this on the blacksmith.” Morgana: “So he was paid! He’s a blacksmith. He could’ve been paid for shoeing Tauren’s horse!” Uther: “In gold?” Morgana: “This is madness! You condemn a man with no proof!” Uther: “I have enough proof.” Morgana: “Arthur! Have you nothing to say?” Arthur: “My Lord, the blacksmith committed a crime, but we don’t know for certain he meant treason.” Uther: “No. You’re right. Nothing’s certain. Save one thing. The law stands or this kingdom falls.” Morgana: “But the law must give him a fair trial!” Uther: “He’ll get a fair trial, and he’ll be found guilty, because that’s what he is.” Morgana: “You execute Guin’s father, and I will never forgive you. Never.” (Morgana storms out.) The Dark Tower. Present. (Morgana and Uther’s spirit continue to glare at one another.) Uther: “All this because I condemned the serving girl’s father?” Morgana: “Guinevere was never just a serving girl.” Uther: “Oh I am aware of that. You became much too close to that girl. You allowed her to question your decisions. She made you look weak.” Morgana: “Listening to others is a sign of strength, not weakness.” Uther: “And yet Guinevere is queen and you are not. You allowed your feelings for the girl to cloud your judgement, to cost you your birthright, and for what? She chose Arthur, not you. Perhaps your anger is misplaced?” Morgana: “I have already taken my revenge on Arthur. Now it is your turn.” Uther: “Hate me if you must, Morgana. I have always done what I believed to be right.” Morgana: “And at any price.”

Camelot. Past. Dungeons. (Morgana visits Tom.) Morgana: “I bring you no relief, Tom. I’m sorry. I came only to see you were comfortable.” Tom: “How’s Guin?” Morgana: “She’s a brave girl. She wishes only to see you free.” Tom: “I know what Uther thinks about sorcery. I’m a dead man, aren’t I?” Morgana: “I cannot see the future, only the present, and one must always seize the moment. (Morgana hands him the key through the bars:) Good luck.” The Enchanted Forest. Past. (In a dungeon, Rumplestiltskin grips the cell bars.) Rumplestiltskin: (To the Evil Queen:) “I'm waiting! (She materializes outside the cell in a thick dark smoke:) What took you so long?” Evil Queen: (Turns around:) “You know what took so long.” Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, yes. The curse. You did it.” Evil Queen: “That's right. I did it. And I wanted you to know it before you, like all the other pathetic denizens of this wretched land, forgets everything.” Rumplestiltskin: “How did it feel?” Evil Queen: “Watching the curse cloud form? Felt like victory.” Rumplestiltskin: (Giggles:) “How did it feel to kill the thing you love most? Ripping the heart out of your father? How did that feel?” Evil Queen: “It was the price of the curse. How it felt doesn't matter. He would have understood. I took my life back. I had to. I won.” Rumplestiltskin: “And yet, here you are. Feeling the need to gloat. Something's missing, isn't it, dearie?” Evil Queen: “Not at all. I have everything I want. Nothing can stop me now.” Rumplestiltskin: (Giggles hysterically:) “Not quite.” Evil Queen: “What does that mean?” Rumplestiltskin: “The Savior, the child of Snow White and Prince Charming. (The Evil Queen scoffs:) She can stop you. She can break the curse.” Evil Queen: “Well, it looks like getting rid of a baby just made my to-do list.” Storybrooke. Present. Swan-Mills House. (Opening the door and walking through it with a dazed look on her face, Regina walks up the steps and into the house.) Emma: (Following, closing the door behind her:) “Ah, home sweet home. You know, you’re right. You can keep your palaces, this is the only place I wanna be.” (Regina does not respond but carries Maria into the living room. Following them, Emma watches Regina place Maria's carrier on the chair.)

Emma: "Is everything all right? You were pretty quiet on the journey home." (Regina straightens and turns towards her.) Regina: "I'm sorry, I guess I've had a lot on my mind recently." Emma: "Mm, very recently. I've noticed you gazing off into the distance, lost in thought a few times since Oaken's. What did Xena and Gabrielle say to you?" Regina: "It's nothing." Emma: "No, it's not nothing. Clearly something is bothering you and I want to know what it is." Regina: "It's silly, and I shouldn't have let it get to me." Emma: "Then tell me what it is." Regina: "Emma-" Emma: "Tell me. Please?" Regina: (Sighs:) "When Gabrielle told me about the events surrounding Hope and how Xena had tried to kill her, I asked how they could have gotten over something like that. (Shakes her head:) I guess I touched a nerve because Xena shot back with a question that's been bothering me ever since." Emma: "What question?" Regina: "She asked how we managed to get past the fact that I was coming to destroy you the night I cast the Dark Curse." Emma: (Rolls her eyes:) "That is so not the same thing." Regina: "Isn't it? Much like how Xena knew that killing Hope was the only answer, I knew you were the only one capable of breaking the curse." Enchanted Forest. Past. Nursery. Continued. Evil Queen: (To Snow White:) “Where is she?” Snow White: “She got away. You’re going to lose. I know that now. Good will always win.” Evil Queen: “We’ll see about that.” (She begins to laugh evilly. The ceiling cracks, and the air begins to darken and swirl. Soon they find themselves in the middle of a vortex of dark magic.) Camelot. Past. Main Square. (Guinevere’s wail echoes in the Square.) Guinevere: “Nooooooo…! (She runs down the steps towards her father’s body, which is being carried off on a cart by a pair of guards. Morgana watches from her window above:) No, Father!!! No, Father!!!” The Dark Tower. Present. (The spirit of Uther shakes his head.) Uther: “How much more of this am I to endure? Guinevere’s father proved his guilt by trying to escape. I was perfectly justified to order his execution.” Morgana: “His murder, you mean.” Uther: “You made your feelings on the matter quite plain at the time, must we relive it now?” Morgana: “Did you know that it was I who gave Tom the means for his escape? Or that once released from the dungeons for daring to challenge the great Uther Pendragon, I went and forged an alliance with your enemies?” (Uther glares at Morgana, who gives him a mirthless smile.)

Forest. Past. (Morgana walks along the forest path where she is set upon and surrounded by Tauren’s men.) Morgana: “I came alone, I promise you.” Tauren: “You were foolish to come here, Lady Morgana.” (He draws his sword and puts it to her stomach.) Morgana: “If you kill me, you’ll regret it.” Tauren: “Why is that?” Morgana: “Because I want Uther dead, too.” Tauren: “You? An enemy of the King? And I’m to believe that?” Morgana: “Why else would I be here?” Tauren: “I can only guess at your motives, My Lady. You could be a spy, for all I know.” Morgana: “And this… (She flips back her sleeves, revealing her sore, bruised wrists:) Uther chained his own daughter to a dungeon wall. He must be stopped. A good man died in your quest for riches, Tauren. His daughter is now an orphan.” Tauren: “I’m sorry for that. Truly. But we did not want the gold to line our pockets. The gold was but a means, a means to rid this kingdom of Uther Pendragon once and for all.” Morgana: “What are you saying?” Tauren: “Bribery is rife at Camelot. I will use the corruption at the heart of his kingdom, and such abundance of gold will buy me into the King’s chambers, even to the King himself.” Morgana: “The guards may be fools, Tauren, but the King is not.” Tauren: “Do you have a better plan?” Morgana: “To get to Uther, you need someone close to him.” Tauren: “And you know of such a person?” Morgana: “I do. Me.” The Next Morning. (While Morgana and Uther climb the hill on their walk together, we see renegades pursuing Uther as Morgana stops to catch her breath. Uther places his sword in the ground.) Uther: “Morgana, I know I’m not an easy man. My temper blinds me sometimes. There are things that I regret.” Morgana: “Guin’s father?” Uther: “Yes.” (Morgana looks at Uther, surprised.) Morgana: “Are you saying you were wrong to have Tom killed?” Uther: “Yes. (Tauren watches them from behind a tree:) I will strive to listen to you more and quarrel with you less. You’ve been a blessing to me, Morgana. Your counsel is invaluable, as is your friendship and your love. Without you, my daughter, I cannot hope to be the king this land deserves.” (Tauren sneaks up behind Uther.) Morgana: “Father!” Uther: “Please forgive me, Morgana.” (Morgana sees Tauren sneaking up behind Uther with a raised sword.) Morgana: “No! No!” (Uther blocks the blow and wrestles with Tauren. Tauren pins Uther down and draws a dagger, which Uther tries to block.) Tauren: “Die, Uther Pendragon!” (Having a change of heart, Morgana literally stabs Tauren in the back. Uther pushes him off and Morgana drops the dagger. Uther staggers to his feet and embraces his daughter.) Enchanted Forest. Past. The Dark Palace. (Regina paces up and down.) Evil Queen: “Daddy, I don't know what to do.” Henry Sr: “My dear... please... you don't have to do this.” Evil Queen: “I have to do something.” (She resumes her pacing, her father follows.) Henry Sr: “Then move past this. I know this may sound self-serving, but you don't need to enact the Curse.” Evil Queen: (Addressing him face-to-face:) “But I can't keep living like this! What Snow did to me, what she took from me... It's eating me alive, Daddy. Her very existence mocks me. She must be punished.” Henry Sr: “What... (She walks away, he follows:) If the price is a hole that will never be filled, why do it? (She stops:) Stop worrying about Snow White and start over. We can have a new life.” Evil Queen: “But what kind of life? All I've worked for, all I've built, will be gone. My power will disappear. They already think I'm nothing.” Henry Sr: “Power is seductive, but so is love, and you can have that again.” (He holds open his arms. After a moment, the Queen steps into them, and her father enfolds her in an embrace.) Evil Queen: “I just want to be happy.” Henry Sr: “You can be. Of this, I'm sure. (She sheds tears as he continues to speak:) I believe, given the chance, we can find happiness together. But the choice is yours.” Evil Queen: “I think you're right. (She steps back to look at her father:) I can be happy. (He breathes a sigh of relief:) Just not here. (Abruptly, the Queen reaches into her father's chest and removes his heart. He looks shocked, then falls to the floor:) I'm sorry.” Storybrooke. Present. Swan-Mills House. (Emma listens intently while Regina revisits the darkest time in her life. Not wanting to diminish her wife’s concerns in any way, Emma holds Regina’s hand as she continues to relive the sins of her past.)

The Dark Tower. (Uther's spirit is still coming to grips with his daughter's duplicitous nature.) Uther: "So, you plotted to kill me." Morgana: "That was merely the first time. Back then I still loved, and respected you. Then as I continued to watched you rule, I learnt that if you trust no-one, you will always live in fear. Your hatred came from fear, not strength." Uther: "How dare you!" Morgana: "And do you know the best part? Even despite your tyrannical efforts there was magic at the heart of Camelot. Right under your nose. I was born with it. Just as my sister was. You remember Morgause of course, the daughter you cast aside at the first sign of magical ability and never spoke of again? But she found me, father, and together we destroyed you. The great Uther Pendragon felled by magic after all." Uther: "Magic has twisted your mind, Morgana. Morgause and her kind have poisoned you along with my Kingdom." Morgana: "I am a High Priestess, the powers I possess are immense and grow boundlessly by the day. Not even those foretold to be my downfall can stop me now." Storybrooke. Recent Past. Graveyard. Continued. (Backing out of the vault with his hands raised, Mordred smiles unnervingly at Lily, who has her gun trained on him.) Lily: "Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head. (Mordred simply continues to smile:) Now, scumbag!" (Chuckling, Mordred points to something behind Lily. Keeping her gun pointed at him, Lily turns and sees Morgana now standing behind her. Making a judgement call, Lily quickly aims the gun at Morgana, but the weapon is magically knocked out of her hand. Before she can reach for her backup piece, Lily is thrown backwards through the air, landing several paces from Mordred's feet. Watching as Mordred walks over to join Morgana, Lily realises she has no alternative. With her eyes aglow, Lily changes into her dragon form while her would-be assailants look on. Reering back, the dragon lets out a roar which prompts Morgana to conjure a sword into her hand. Taking this as a sign of aggression, the dragon breathes fire and Morgana holds out the sword, bathing it in the flames. Taking one hand from the blade, Morgana uses her magic to put the dragon to sleep.)

Morgana: "That's quite enough of that, thank you. (Mordred watches the dragon crash unconsciously to the ground. Presenting the sword to him:) Your blade, Mordred. (He walks forward to accept it:) Forged in a dragon’s breath, nothing can survive its touch. A weapon worthy of my proudest warrior.” (Mordred takes the blade and holds it up to inspect it.) Mordred: “Then I shall wield it in victory, and with honour. (Glances at the sleeping dragon beside them:) What about her? Shall I dispatch her for you?” Morgana: (Placing her hand on his:) “Waste not, Mordred. A simple memory spell and Storybrooke’s deputy will never know we were here.” Mordred: (Sheathes the sword:) “As you wish.” The Dark Tower. Present. Continued. (Elyan races up the stairs and into another room where Anastasia is trapped by a hovering sword that guards her.) Sir Elyan: “Worry not, My Lady, I’m here to rescue you.” (Elyan attempts to get by the sword to reach her.) Anastasia: “No, don’t. It will not let you pass. Morgana enchanted it to guard me. You can’t free me. Leave me here please.” Sir Elyan: “I cannot do that.” Anastasia: “You cannot overcome it. It will fight to the death.” (Elyan charges and begins to fight the sword. The sword blocks every parry and thrust Elyan can throw at it. Unencumbered by a master wielding it, the sword outmaneuvers Elyan and stabs him.) Anastasia: (Watching on:) “Go! Save yourself.” (Elyan continues fighting the sword and attempts to outsmart it by making it fly out of the open window. Slamming the shutters closed, Elyan leans against the window to catch his breath when the sword flies back and impales him through the shutter. Elyan collapses and Anastasia rushes over to him.) Anastasia: “I-I’m here. I’m here.” Sir Elyan: “For a moment, I didn’t think I was going to win.” (Elyan slowly dies in Anastasia’s arms.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. Dark Palace. (Snow mourns her husband while the curse cloud continues to expand above them.) Snow White: “Regina, I need you to rip out my heart. (Regina looks confused:) Charming’s right. We have been of one heart since the day he woke me from the sleeping curse. If you split my heart in half, we can both survive.” Regina: “Snow, I know your love is strong, but this isn’t like plucking a flower. How do you know it will work?” Snow White: (Desperate:) “Faith. Belief. I believe. I believe my heart is strong enough for both of us.” Regina: (Concerned:) “But, if you’re wrong, you’ll die.” Snow White: “Please. Please, Regina. Do it.” (Snow places her arms on Regina’s shoulders and Regina thrusts her hand into Snow’s chest and rips out her heart. Carefully, Regina breaks the heart in half. She places the two halves back into Snow and Charming’s bodies as they both anxiously wait for Charming's revival. After a moment, David inhales deeply. Relieved, Regina smiles.) Prince Charming: (Surprised:) “Snow? Snow, what’s happening?” Snow White: (Teary-eyed:) “You’re okay. We’re both okay.” (They kiss as Regina looks on, smiling. They look up when the Dark Curse slowly spills from the cauldron and begins to surround them. The rest of the cloud soon engulfs them.) Storybrooke. Past. Storybrooke Dock. The Boat House. (Henry still tries to awake Regina.) Henry: (Shaking Regina gently:) “Mom! Mom, please. Wake up! Mom! Mom!” Regina: “Henry.” Henry: “Mom.” (Regina stands up and hugs Henry.) Regina: (Relieved:) “Henry. Oh, Henry. (Smiles:) I will never let you go away again. I promise. I love you, Henry.” (Regina kisses Henry lightly on the forehead. The Dark Curse breaks.) Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. Present. (Emma stops reading from the storybook and closes it, looking up at Regina.) Emma: "You know, when I travelled through time making sure this storybook appeared when people needed it the most, it never occurred to me to actually read it. (Holds it up:) But it's all here, Regina. You think that if I hadn't escaped through the wardrobe you would've destroyed me? This book tells another story." Regina: "Emma..." Emma: "The woman I met back in the Enchanted Forest loved with such passion and with every part of her soul. All you have ever wanted your entire life is to be loved and to have a family. Through loneliness and heartbreak, you became the Evil Queen but you still searched for that love and acceptance. That's why I know you wouldn't have let any harm come to me." Regina: "But how can you know?" Emma: (Walks forward and takes Regina's hand:) "Because of this. (Places their hands over Regina's heart:) This is why you were never able to kill Snow White. The love in your heart wouldn't allow it, no matter how poisoned by hatred and darkness it became. This is why you and I are always able to save the day, and it's the reason I am so ridiculously in love with you." Regina: (Tears in her eyes:) "I don't deserve you." Emma: (Gives a teary smile:) "Just looking at you makes me happy. So if you need reminding just how much you deserve everything you have in your life... and more... I'll be right here to let you know, for the rest of our lives." (They stand looking at each other, their eyes silently promising to love each other always, before they lean in for a soft, tender kiss.) Storybrooke. The Vault. Recent Past. (Waking up on the cold hard floor, Lily looks around and notices that she's back inside the vault. Getting to her feet, she heads for the exit when her path is blocked by a stern looking Zelena.) Zelena: "What the hell are you doing down here?" Lily: "I...er..." Zelena: "This is private property you know. Not some safe house for wayward deputies." Lily: "Hey, I was called out here on an anonymous tip that-" Zelena: "I don't care why you're here, only that you're leaving. Now!" Lily: "What is your problem?" Zelena: "My problem? You're the one trespassing in my sister's vault that was supposedly sealed by blood magic." Lily: "It was open when I got here." Zelena: "Exactly my point, if someone's been down here, I have to check what's missing. Now if you'll excuse me?" (Zelena motions for Lily to leave.) Lily: "Fine, I'm late for dinner anyway." Zelena: (Lily walks past her:) "Well make sure Mummy Elsa tucks you in and reads you a story while you're at it. Oh, and if I find anything missing, I'll be filing a report!"

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lance-space-mommy · 4 years

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Dirty Sheets

Langst -> Klance :)

So empty. Quiet. The air was stiff.

Whenever Lance wasn’t working or training he sat in the vast silence that filled him and a nobody ruler from an unspoken of planet.

Nights were loveless touch starved and once and a while filled with lustless moans forgotten in the seemingly never-ending halls of the castle.

Lance finally decided to call someone, anyone.

“Coran, can I come over for a little bit, maybe a week or less?”

He heard conversing in the background grow quiet, “Why of course is something wrong?”

Lance turned around to see his husband still asleep before he quickly left the room.

“No- just... I need to get away for a bit.”

“Of course you can come over!”

Lance smiled looking overwhelmed with joy, something he should’ve found in his husband, recently married.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Just as quick as the conversation came it was over the silent static once again filled the void in Lance’s ears.

...

“Absolutely not!”

“I’m going whether or not you want me to!”

“Well then! I’ll just go with you!”

“Oh really? I’m shocked you’d give up time away from me-“

-power 100%-

Lance grabbed his bags and walked in the silent footsteps behind him followed as the door hissed shut.

Lance shook his head butting his lip.

“Why would I want to be away from you? Huh!”

“Oh like hell you don’t know!”

“Stop pretending like you aren’t obvious about what you do when I’m busy!”

“What exactly are you implying?”

-You’ve arrived at your destination-

Silent Lance walked out and up to Coran who tightly hugged Lance in his arms picking up on his radiating sadness.

“I missed this.”

Coran couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, “What is it that you miss my boy?”

“A hug.”

The simple phrase was enough to strike a nerve in Coran’s heart as he let go to gaze at the husband.

“Hello, my names Coran.”

“Ethan, Prince Ethan, honor to meet you, Coran.”

“Come on in everyone’s here”

Lance smiled softly coming in and he tried to shine bright and let his usual ego take control but he had nothing left.

Pidge froze before leaping at Lance, “Lance! Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! How come you never call?”

Lance glanced for his husband, “Oh! Sorry for not being active I’ve been very... busy!”

Pidge shrugged, “Understandable everyone always has a problem to deal with.”

Hunk walked over and just hugged Lance tightly as Pidge introduced herself to Ethan.

“You okay Lance?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure? You don’t seem your usual chipper self.”

Forcing a shit-eating grin and a laugh, “Time will change even the most beautiful of roses.”

Pulling back Hunk softly smiled, “You’re right about that buddy, but it’s nice to see you, your features have really matured.”

Chuckling I turned to Shiro, “Hi! How have you been?”

“Good, how about you? Your charm finally paid off I see.”

I shifted my weight between my two feet uncomfortably, “Yeah... it really did, didn’t it?”

Finally, I turned to Keith, oh perfect Keith. How I’d give anything to change our course and our passings for one bright future. He hadn’t changed too much seeming relatively the same.

I grew taller my muscles for defined along with my eyes and from Allura Altean features started to change my DNA slowly.

“We just had dinner a couple before you arrived so if you like I can show you your room and then heat you something up.”

Ethan interjected, “We’ll be fine thank you very much.”

Lance sighed as Ethan grabbed Lance’s wrist whispering in his ear. Lance nodded seemingly irritated, Coran smiled guiding the way as Lance ripped his hand from Ethan's grapes putting space between the two.

Once shown their room Ethan smiled, “Thank you, we will join you in a bit we have matters to discuss at the moment with work.”

Lance looked at Coran, “Sorry he felt like he needed to lie to you, we will need to establish some things personal between the two of us and then we will be out with you all.”

“Okay, my boy...”

Pidge had other plans. Getting Hunk and Keith to go with her to snoop she rushed to their room where voices could be heard. It was almost screaming.

“What exactly do you know Lance?”

“Oh my god... Why are you ignoring the fact that I know you’ve been unfaithful!”

“You know I’ve had my rough spots but I’m not cheating on you!”

“Oh? So everyone on our planet is lying, they haven’t seen you out with a girl, by the name of Ruthan?”

“Lance, that’s enough!”

“You know what? I’m done with your bullshit! Day and night I’m slaving away doing work for a civilization you couldn’t give a tinnier shit about! I come back just for you to need sex, a loveless marriage you make me regret every day!”

“I give you money! I give you fame! Everything you possibly would want! You selfish whore!”

A loud smack was heard and everything went silent.

“How. Dare. You! You fucking asshole!”

“Lance I’m so sorry!”

Shattering was heard.

“Your ring!”

“I hate you....”

“Baby...You don’t mean that-“

“I fucking hate you!”

“I love you, Lance! I love you and I may make mistakes but I have never not loved you.”

“What? You love me ridding you’re dick cause your too lazy to be a man? What you’re telling me that when I try and take a shower you come in and slam me to the wall and make me scream until nothing else matters?”

“Well guess what? I wish I never loved you.”

“Wait... is that why you're here? Are you not over him?”

“As if any of this was influenced by that! You even know you're trying to fuck with my head again!” There was a long pause, “You’re trying to manipulate me! Sabotage me, make me wanna crawl right back into square one where this cycle will never end.”

“I swear Ruthan was a once time thing Lance. I love you. I really do.”

“God just shut up already and get over here.”

Laughing was heard as jumping was heard.

“Get off you fucking idiot!”

Well, they had heard everything they needed to.

It took two hours for them to be found. It was silent there was a sense of compassionate intimacy between the two. Yet it was built on lies. Lance didn’t budge as Ethan whispered toxic nothings into his ear. With each one, the sweet cooling burn of alcohol brought Lance peace.

“You can head to bed I’ll be there eventually.”

“Okay, Lance I’ll be knocked out in two seconds.”

“Mhmm.”

It was silent as Lance let his head hit the table his body trembles as sobs erupted from his throat knowing at this point he was officially lost.

The growing sounds of footsteps neared as Lance felt a hand on his leg, “Lance?”

Immediately wiping his tears he did his best to smile and make perfect eye contact, “Yes...”

Keith. Shit.

“Come here.”

Lance threw himself onto Keith knocking him to the ground, Keith fully flushed he hugged Lance back. Lance pulled back wiping at his beautiful skin to remove the tears.

Keith cupped Lance’s face, “Wanna stay in my room tonight?”

Lance hesitated, “Ethan will get mad at me.”

“Then let him. Judging by the fact your ring is now gone that’s enough for you to be your own person again.”

Keith held Lance’s hand tightly, not in a rough controlling manner but rather guiding and secure.

The door slid open to reveal a neat room other than a desk overflowing his papers.

Lance sat on the desk, “Nice room, Mullet.”

Keith smirked, “This is longer and more grown out than any mullet I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s a nickname dummy.”

The playful banter was back without even the tiniest bit of effort. Yet it grew quiet.

“I overheard you earlier, the fighting. Why do you stay?”

“I have nowhere else to go and... what about the people they’d be under a foolish ruler?”

Keith looked at Lance with the most serious expression, “It’s not your job to be his sex slave and be a ruler for him. Your his husband, not his accountant.”

“So?”

“So leave him.”

“Runaway how could I possibly do that?”

“You still train right?”

“Yes? Why?”

“Come with me to the BOM, be my right hand again. I missed having stability.”

Lance slowly took Keith's hand, it was a comfortable silence.

“I’d like that.”

The tone, the small smile, the taunt in his eyes, the fall of his perfect curls, it sent Keith into overdrive.

Keith took Lance’s hands intertwining their fingers and pushing him back further on the desk knocking papers off Lance not in the slightest bit phased just started breathlessly at Keith.

“Tell me no.”

“Yes.”

Lance leaned into Keith's lips melting together like butter. Perfection. And yet they only wanted more. Lance pulled Keith down onto him. It was hot, very hot. Sincereness was something Lance had long forgotten yet now it’s driving him wild. Keith pushed himself onto Lance who opens his mouth letting out a groan. Slipping his tongue inside Keith's mouth Lance wanted to draw out that noise, that beautiful noise he’s always dreamed of bitting and leaving a beautiful mark on Keith's collar bone was enough to retrieve that sound.

“Lance-“

Keith slid his hand to Lance’s throat kissing him so rough Lance felt like he was flying, the pressure on his neck stimulated him and all he could do was moan into Keith's mouth.

Keith let himself teasingly play eoth Lance’s tongue before pulling away and kissing him softly on the lips. Leaving a trail of kisses to the crook of his jawline Keith declared this was his promise to Lance. Every kiss will be from love, from burning desire to cherish each and every inch of the beautiful blue boy. Lance smirked cupping Keith's face kissing him compassionately and quickly running his fingers between the strands of Keith's beautiful long locks before tugging at them and as Keith let out a moan Lance roughly made sure that Keith wasn’t letting out that moan. All while grinding on one another both visibly hard. Keith softly kissed Lance all over the face and mainly on the cheek he could tell Ethan had slapped.

Keith smiled, “Am I the one Ethan was scared about?”

“He has nothing to be scared about. He already knew he lost.”

Keith kisses Lance one last time respecting his boundaries leading him to bed. Lance begins to take off his jewelry and clothes which he had a lot to make sure he maintained his physique.

“You wearing Earth clothing tomorrow by the way.”

Lance smiled softly, “May I lock the door by the way?”

“Way ahead of you I locked it when we came in.”

Lance laughed, it felt good after so long.

It was quiet Lance looked up to Keith, “Don’t let me go back.”

Keith softly kissed Lance even their lips were a perfect match together, “The only place your going back to is my base where you’ll work far away from that asshole.”

Lance smiled comfy under the sheets as Keith curled up onto him, an arm wrapped around Keith the other under his head. Slowly he fell asleep. Oh boy, what a night.

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Chapter 11: When The Morning Comes

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Be My Only)

…in which Harry has a special surprise for his girl.

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Chapter 10: Only Us - Harry’s in Paris but his heart’s in Holmes Chapel.

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[ANNOUNCEMENT]: I have an exam on Friday, September 13 so I won’t be able to update next week (Saturday, September 14). The next chapter will be posted on Saturday, September 21.

(I also created a Spotify playlist for this trilogy! Check it out!)

- Love, Allie.

⌲ Facetime?

⌲ Bambi: Wait, I thought you were going out?

⌲ Nah. Plans canceled.

⌲ Bambi: Oh no :(

⌲ Are you still with the girls?

⌲ Want to see you.

⌲ Bambi: Nope, I got home an hour ago. Wait a sec.

Harry lied back on his bed, peering at the bright screen in the darkness while his heart was pounding like a drum. What should he say to her? How should he begin? He had mentally prepared a script on the ride back to the hotel, but now he'd forgotten every single word as all these negative thoughts were eating away at him.

He couldn't forgive Ruby for the fucked up thing that she'd done. But what about himself? Could he forgive himself? Y/N might have kept a secret from him, but he was the one that owed her an apology. It was sad to think about all the smiles she'd had to fake to convince him that everything was fine. The worst part was, he'd believed them all.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as FaceTime rang and he accepted the call, only to be greeted by a black screen.

"Turn on your camera, Bambi," he said, frowning.

"Shhh, I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Harry was even more confused when he heard rustles in the background. "What are you up to, kid?"

Y/N finally removed her hands and stepped away from her laptop, giving Harry the full view of the dusty blue dress she was wearing.

"This is my bridesmaid dress. I want you to be the first one to see it on me."

"Jesus Christ..." Harry muttered, smiling so big that his cheeks hurt.

Words couldn't describe how gorgeous his girlfriend looked right now. The fancy floor-length dress should've contrasted her bare face and messy hair, but on the contrary, it intensified her beauty. He wished she could for once see herself through his eyes, maybe then she would love herself as much as he loved her.

Y/N looked straight into the webcam as she adjusted the spaghetti straps and stepped closer to show him the gorgeous lace details on the bodice.

"You're perfect," he sounded almost breathless. "Gosh, you're perfect."

His reaction got her blushing but she couldn't stop grinning now.

"Do I look like a princess?" she asked and gave him another twirl with both arms rounded above her head like a ballerina. Now as an adult, she was still obsessed with tulle dresses, and Harry thought it was absolutely endearing.

"You do, baby, you do. You're my little princess."

"My prince." She bobbed a curtsy to him like the exuberant little girl he'd grown up with. And he would kill to see her like this every day, for the rest of his life.

"You shouldn't be allowed to be at the wedding, you're gonna steal all the attention away from the brides."

She rolled her eyes at his cheeky remark and plumped herself into the spinning chair. The Ruby problem still hadn't slipped his mind, and he was still mad as hell, but this certainly wasn't the right time to talk about it. She was excited, and he didn't have the heart to take that away from her.

He beamed, showing his teeth. "Maybe I'll show up as a surprise guest and steal all the attention from you."

Y/N only snorted as she assumed he was kidding. For someone who owned a private jet and big houses in so many cities in the world, Harry wasn't as free as people might think. He had to be on set almost every day for the rest of his stay in Paris, so if he wanted to attend the wedding, he would have to duplicate himself.

But a wise man once said, 'there's no problem, only solutions.' This time, Harry might have found the perfect solution.

The next morning, as he got on set, everyone wondered if something had happened to him the night before. He was talking to everyone and cracking jokes, and Evangeline, the director, told him, "keep up with that attitude and today might be your lucky day."

He hoped she was right, but so far, his day had been pretty mediocre. Sure he'd had a few happy and memorable moments during scenes and in between. But overall, mediocre. It was the thoughts about what he would do after finishing work that kept him motivated.

Acting with Ruby might be the only challenge of today. It wouldn't have been so hard if earlier that morning she hadn't had flowers sent to his trailer with a note saying she was sorry. How could she simplify what had happened with a single bouquet? Their issues were way bigger than that and too much for him to handle, so just like those flowers from her, he tossed them in the bin. Out of sight, out of mind.

At around 5 PM, Harry left the film set. Instead of going back to his hotel, he asked the driver to take him to the airport where his private jet was waiting to take him back to London. By the time he got back to Holmes Chapel after a four-hour drive, it would've been almost midnight.

As his car moved over the country road, lights on full beam, he finally understood why Y/N enjoyed long night drives so much. This was his time to let his brain roam free. He felt like the only person in this world as cars drove past him without knowing who he was. The idea of being a nobody excited him. When the morning came, he would return to London and fly back to Paris, pretending that tonight had never happened. Because tonight, he wasn't Harry Styles the movie star, he was just a nobody from Cheshire going home to visit his girl.

Meanwhile, Y/N was home and wide awake. During her first two years of college, she had spent almost every night at a different party or a club, just trying to find meanings for her life by doing crazy meaningless things. But her mindset had changed after a year without him, and now she preferred spending time alone, and of course, with him.

It was nearly half-past eleven. she was sitting on the bed, with her laptop on her lap and Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac blasting through the Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand. She couldn't call Harry for he'd told her he would be out with his team, so she decided to reread his notes and maybe write something. She had expected it to be hard to be inspired after having taken such a long break from writing, but then she ended up sitting for hours in front of her laptop, typing away effortlessly.

When the first few pebbles hit her window, she was too caught up in her own fictional world to hear it. But that was only until the biggest one nearly broke through the glass and caught her attention. She bounced off the bed and dashed to the window to see what was happening.

"Harry?!" Her eyes were wide with shock. She had to lean outside a bit further to make sure the streetlight wasn't playing tricks on her vision. But then he called, "Bambi!" And she knew she wasn't insane. He was.

"What the hell?!"

"Juliet would never use that kind of language!" He chuckled.

"And you're not Romeo," she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Oh, wait, you know what? From this angle, you do look like young Leo in 'Romeo and Juliet'."

"Told ya!"

"Or maybe it's just the bad lighting."

Harry held up his middle finger as she tossed her head back and laughed.

"Just get down here before your dad wakes up and kills me!"

"Shit, you're right. One minute!" Giggling, she threw on a jacket over her PJ and snuck out of the house. The moment she burst through her front door, she leaped fast down the steps and straight into his strong arms.

There was the kind of hug that was brief and gentle; then there was the kind of hug that was suffocatingly affectionate, like this one, her favorite. She stood on her toes, arms draped around his neck as she inhaled the familiar scent from his shirt to make up for the last few days she hadn't got to feel him. As he leaned down, she stretched her neck for an open-mouthed kiss, clumsy yet impassioned. He nearly lifted her off the ground completely and squeezed the air out of her, but she didn't complain. She could stay like this, right here with him, until sunrise.

By midnight the darkness was almost absolute. The moon had shrunk to almost nothing and the tiny little stars scattering across the sky looked little specks of dust on a black velvet blanket. With the flashlight on their phones guiding the way, she snuck him into her backyard, and they climbed over the new fence to get into his yard. He went first and then held onto her hips to get her down.

"Have you done this before?" she asked when he turned on the outdoor lights on his back porch.

"Done what?" He arched an eyebrow in amusement.

"Sneak into someone's backyard."

"This is my backyard though."

"You don't live here anymore. It doesn't count."

"Okay, then no. Have you?" Harry wetted his lips, hands on her hips as he backed her up against one of the square columns supporting the porch. She stood with her hands behind her back and her back against the wood, her face lifted as she stared into his dark green eyes.

"Nope." She shook her head, letting him lean heavily against her and bury his face into her neck.

"Another first for us," he mumbled.

She sighed and pushed him away by his shoulders, their eyes meeting again. Her eyebrows furrowed as she told him, "you're crazy."

"Yeah," he said happily. "I’m crazy for you."

Y/N didn't say anything else. She didn't ask him why or how or when or what or any other questions relating to him showing up here. She knew he couldn't stay for long, so they shouldn't waste their time together on excessive inquiries.

"Come." He stepped back and grabbed her hand. "Wanna show you something."

Bemused, she followed him toward the fence separating their two houses. The porch lights illuminated almost two-thirds of his garden, giving them a good view of the whole lawn. Right exactly where their treehouse used to stand, was now a sapling planted in a patch of soil.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed and squatted down on the grass to observe the tiny tree as he did the same, and then she looked up, blinking her inquisitive dark eyes.

"How long has it been here?"

"Last night." He crossed both arms on top of his knees. "You said no expensive gifts, so...I bought you a tree."

"From Paris?!"

The way she screwed up her face had him chortle. "No, silly, from the shop near our school. Mum helped me plant it."

"It's so cute, baby!" She clutched her heart. "I love it so much!"

"Yeah? We can build a new treehouse on it once it's fully grown."

"But we will have been sooooo old by then."

"Then we'll build it for our children."

Harry was completely unaware of what he'd blurted out until he saw the look on her face. Her forehead creased as her lashes fluttered. Oh shit, what had he done? Why would he say that?! He had literally flown across the ocean and driven four hours back here to scare off his girlfriend with his spontaneous one-sided future plan for them. What if this freaked her out? What if she hated him? What if—

"Was that a proposal?"

"Huh?"

"Did you just indirectly propose?" she softly rephrased the question, smirking as a blush crept up his face. "I think our children will love it."

"Did you just indirectly said yes?" He released a throaty laugh.

"Maybe," she said at last, her cheekbones lifted high.

That one-word answer filled him with elation as he started grinning like a Cheshire Cat and plopped down on the grass, crossing his legs. Y/N subconsciously mirrored his posture.

"I used to dream of marrying you under that tree, right here in your backyard," she admitted, even in this light, he could still see her cheeks turning pink. Maybe that was why she couldn't look him in the eye as she spoke and had to distract herself by fidgeting with a wild flower. She went on, "I remember having this long discussion with Celine about our dream weddings during one of our sleepovers in fifth grade. We both agreed to marry the love of our lives right where we first met them, and now, ten years later, her dream is finally coming true."

"What about you?" His tone was low and cautious as he hesitated, "do you...do you still want a wedding in my backyard?" It was just him indirectly asking her if she considered him as the love of her life.

"I indirectly said yes, didn't I?"

Harry's heart leaped with joy when he heard the answer. He got up on his knees, pinned her down on the grass, and kissed her mouth desirously. They didn't mind getting their clothes dirty as they were sprawling across his yard, kissing and caressing one another. The night was young and so were they. Right now it was just them and the infinite sky above. They felt so small, but at the same time, like they could conquer the world. Was this the kind of love people would write songs and books about? The kind of love that made you feel powerful and capable of anything? Harry hoped she felt the same way because now there was fire was burning underneath his skin, but it was the type of burn that left him yearning for more. He didn't want to say goodbye, even just for another week. Could he just wrap her up in a blanket and take her with him wherever he went? He couldn't prevent that selfish thought, but he kept it to himself. She would yell at him if he suggested that she let him fly her to Paris, since she didn't even let him spoil her with expensive souvenirs.

"Do you like the gift?" he asked, and she brightened.

"I love it as much as I love you."

"Wow, that's a lot."

As he pretended to be shocked, she giggled and said, "I know."

He placed a few more pecks down her neck before rolling onto his back, holding her hand. Both turned to look at each other at the same time and dissolved into laughter at the cute little coincidence.

The next question slipped out of his mouth before he could reconsider asking. "If you're unhappy, you'll tell me, right?"

"Why would I be unhappy?" She pondered and turned to the side as he did the same, facing her.

"I don't mean right now. Everyone has those days, especially you," he said and booped her nose. "But you'll tell me, right?"

"Of course."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

He sighed in relief when she hooked her pinky to his.

Anyone would've called him mad for putting his faith in a pinky promise, but in their world, a promise, big or small, should always remain unbreakable. So he trusted his Bambi to keep her word.

"We need to get used to each other's absence," she changed the subject after a moment, glowering at him. "It's easy to travel back and forth between Paris and London, but what will happen when you go on press tours?"

"We'll figure out a way. Don't you worry."

"I don't want to trouble you."

"You could never trouble me, kid. I don't mind traveling halfway across the world to see your face."

He ran his thumb across her pouty lip, wanting to ask her what was wrong, but she went first, "are you scared of it?"

"Of what?"

"Absence."

"Well, yeah, I am," he exhaled. "All the time." It was hard to admit it, but it did feel much better to get it off his chest.

"You know," she trailed off and bit her lip as her face relaxed. "There's a saying that 'absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.'"

"Are we the big flame or the little flame?"

"We could burn this whole town down," she said, her big round eyes twinkled like stars.

Harry spread his arms and Y/N automatically shifted in to rest her head on his chest. The night air cooled their skin as soft breezes blew through their hair and clothes. His limbs gradually went numb and he was almost paralyzed from his neck down, but in a good and soothing way. He felt like he was floating and only felt like this when he was home.

"What did you get me the other day?" Her voice was clear and soft.

He looked down, beaming at her face. "Why don't you guess?"

"Shoes?"

"Christian Louboutin."

"Cheeky bastard," she snorted. "Have you returned them?"

"No, I keep them in case you change your mind. They're in my car actually."

When she narrowed her eyes, he expected a grumble, but then she gave him a shrug and said, "fine, I'll wear them to the wedding."

"That's my girl!" He pulled her right in by the arm and showered her face with kisses until she pushed him away, breathless from laughing so much. Y/N flipped onto her stomach, resting her cheek on her knuckles as she smiled down at him and he stroked her face tenderly.

"Don't forget to tell the wedding guests your rich boyfriend got you those shoes," he said.

"Oh, you mean my sugar daddy?" The corner of her eyes crinkled. "How about I tell them I met this eighty-year-old man and became his sex slave so he could pay my rent?"

"Sounds like a cool guy. What's his name?"

"Howard Stein."

"Oh God." He tossed his head back and cackled. "Imagine saying that name during sex."

"Oh, fuck me harder, Howard!" she moaned loudly, and they dissolved into laughter.

Only an hour ago it was pitch dark, but now the mist was visible, luminous. Harry knew it was time for him to go. They climbed over the fence and headed back to his car parked on her driveway. They kissed goodbye and held each other for a bit longer to make up for the lost time. He didn't forget to give her the nude Christian Louboutin pumps he'd bought in Paris. She could say she hated them but the glow in her eyes gave herself away. He was more than satisfied with that reaction.

With one last goodbye and a kiss on the cheek, he got in his car and drove away. As exciting as the journey last night had been, the one from his hometown back to London was almost depressing. The sky was cloudy and grey, probably sympathizing with what he was feeling right now. Tall buildings emerged from the mist as the city became closer. It didn't take too long for him to arrive at the airport.

Paris welcomed him back with sunlight and a clear sky, but also a crowd of fans and paparazzi waiting outside his hotel. He stopped to give a few photographs and took some photos with fans, trying his best to ignore rude questions shouted at him, such as "where did you spend the night?" and "were you with your new girlfriend?" and even worse, "did you stay with Ruby last night?"

He turned a deaf ear to them all and said goodbye to the ones who actually loved him. It was almost noon when he got to his room and shrugged off his jacket. He collapsed on the bed, arms and legs spread, thoroughly whacked out, but he couldn't fall asleep without texting Bambi.

⌲ Just got back to the hotel.

⌲ Bambi: Get some rest. You have to be on set in the afternoon, right?

⌲ Right. Fuck me.

⌲ Bambi: Later.

⌲ Gosh, you're dirty.

⌲ That's my girl.

Harry's smile slipped when an Instagram notification popped up on the top of his screen. He quickly tapped on it to open Isaac's latest post, which was a beautiful photo of the silvery skyline at dawn, probably taken that same morning. The caption said "Holmes Chapel", and both Y/N and Celine had liked the photo.

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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Hi! I really like you’re writing! Loki an Elliot are adorable! ❤️ I had an idea. You and Loki take Elliot to an amusement park and Loki is being a stubborn little shit and won’t go on the ride(bc they look kinda terrifying but he’s not gonna say that). So the reader promises to give him a kiss if he goes on one and doesn’t enjoy it. So he goes and he pretends to hate it bc he wants a kiss

ok this took forever but enjoy!! its super fluffy!

i don’t own any part of disney, just borrowed their name/park pls don’t sue me

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“That can’t possibly be safe.”

Loki’s staring up at the ferris wheel with wide eyes, a hand full of bright blue cotton candy frozen halfway to his mouth.

“I wanna go on it,” Elliot announces, wiping his ice cream covered mouth on the arm of his shirt. “Be brave, daddy, it’s a big-kid ride.”

Loki gapes at him—there is no way in hell he’s letting his son get on that rickety old wheel and spin off into oblivion, much less get on it himself. “Absolutely not, this one is off limits. You’re not going.”

“Oh, come on, daddy,” you tease, nudging his arm. “Let the kid have some fun.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise my wife had lost her mind…y-you can’t be serious.” His head snaps to yours and he flings a hand at the ferris wheel, that damned mouse grinning down at him, mocking him—he hates this place.

So…happy.

“Elliot,” Loki smiles and crouches in front of the little boy. “Do you have a death wish?”

“A what?”

“That’s what I thought.” He stands up and shakes his head at you. “No one from this family steps foot on that…that wheel.”

You roll your eyes and grab his hand, starting the trek towards the winding line of people waiting to get on, and Elliot squeals excitedly when he sees where you’re headed. “Sorry, snowflake, you don’t call all the shots here,” you call back to Loki, who’s sulking behind the two of you. “We paid a lot of money for this little vacation, so if he wants to go on the wheel of death, let him go on the wheel of death.”

Oh, wonderful. Now Loki’s pouting.

The light-up Mickey Mouse ears Elliot snuck on his head don’t seem to be cheering him up either.

“All these people,” he groans once you’re in line, leaning against the railing and crossing his arms. “You two just go, I’ll wait for you when you get off. I might hurt someone if I stay here any longer.”

“No! Dad, you gotta go!” Elliot hoists himself up on the railing next to his dad, stealing a chunk of his cotton candy. “Are you scared or somethin’?”

Loki scoffs and lightly whacks Elliot in the face with his stick of cotton candy. “You have three seconds to reevaluate that sentence, young man.”

Giggling, Elliot waves you over to whisper in your ear. “Dad’s scared to go on the ferris wheel.”

“Oh, really?” You grin at Loki and adjust his mouse ears, patting his cheek when you pull your hands back. “I bet he’s scared cause he knows he would love it…”

You swear you can feel the daggers Loki is glaring at you right now.

“Tell you what,” you begin thoughtfully, swinging Elliot into your arms as the line starts moving. Loki stays planted firmly on the railing, scowling at you with lips a tiny bit blue from the dyed sugar he’s been eating all day. “I’m willing to bet that you’re going to have more fun than you’ve ever had in your life, once you get your stubborn butt on the ferris wheel.”

“You’re delusional.” Loki grins and lightly flicks your forehead. “Even IF I was to go on this, I would be miserable the entire time, without a doubt.”

“For the god of lies, you’re a terrible liar. Don’t you think, Elliot?” You bounce the wiggling little kid in your arms.

“The worst-est,” Elliot agrees. “C’mon, dad, it’s super fun. You gotta go.”

Loki scowls and shakes his head at his son. “The only way you’re getting me on that wheel,” he pokes a finger into Elliot’s chest, “is if you can make me an offer worthy of the gods.”

“Deal.”

“Really?” You laugh and shift Elliot to your other hip. “Dad drives a hard bargain, kiddo. Good luck with that.”

“Nah, I got an idea.” Elliot grins, his bright eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint.

Oh no.

“If daddy can go on it without smiling ever,” Elliot states firmly, pointing a finger right back in Loki’s face. “Then he gets a surprise.”

“And what might that be?” Loki’s biting back a grin, you can tell.

“Can’t tell ya. Issa secret.”

“I don’t believe you, little silvertongue.”

Elliot crosses his arms and pulls a dramatic pout at his father. “That’s rude, scaredy-cat. I’ll tell you that it includes a kiss from mom and a hug from me, but that’s all y’get to know.”

“Scaredy-cat?!”

“You’re gonna pay for that one,” you whisper to Elliot, tickling him in the stomach and handing him over to Loki, who takes him tight in his arms, holding the squirming little kid in the air.

“You dare call your father a scaredy-cat, Elliot Lokason??” As threatening as his voice sounds, you can hear the laughter behind it as Loki easily holds Elliot in one arm, the other hand turning icy blue and slipping up the boy’s shirt. “That is no way to speak to a king, peasant.”

“NO! I’m a prince, dad, stop, I’m a prince too!!” Elliot squeals with laughter, feet kicking helplessly in the air. “Sorry sorry sorry, sorry dad, stop!!”

The little boy is still squirming with laughter under Loki’s freezing blue hand on his tummy, his own lighter blue starting to blossom from the centre of his chest.

“Well then, the prince of Asgard…” Loki pauses his icy tickle attack, finally setting the blue kid on the railing in front of him, putting a hand to his heart and turning his voice deadly serious. “…must know how to speak with poise, grace, elegance, and regality in every syllable.”

Elliot giggles, putting a little hand to his blue heart and mimicking his dad’s formal speech and accent perfectly, his eyebrows furrowing as he best tries to copy his dad’s pose. “With noise, space, elephants and legal tea in every syllable—”

“That is not what I said.”

You double over with laughter, the seriousness in Elliot’s little face too much to handle as he mimics his father—his father, that is, whose scowl is quickly being overridden by an inevitable smile when Elliot breaks down laughing, too.

He watches the two of you, clutching your stomachs as your faces scrunch with laughter, and a jolt of something warm shoots through his body when you grab onto his arm from laughing so hard. Loki can’t help it; he grins.

How??

How, in the name of all that is sacred, does he get to have all this?

He stares at you, eyes flitting between you and your son, a few stray laughs leaving his lips as you move with the line and climb into a hanging carriage, flopping onto the bench, your shoulders still shaking from laughing. Elliot gasps for breath and throws himself over your lap, absolutely mad with giggles that just pick up for a second storm when Loki climbs in the carriage, ducking low to avoid hitting his head.

“You—you’re—” he breaks down in giggles again, pointing at Loki and covering his face with little hands. “You’re so tall! Mom, mom, he’s so tall, I can’t—”

You’re not sure why Elliot seems to find that so funny, but you find yourself hoping to god that he keeps laughing; you can practically feel the unbridled joy in Loki’s heart at this moment.

He slumps onto the bench across from you, looking uncharacteristically out of proportion on the ride probably not meant for someone with the build of a god. Long legs stretch across the floor and tangle with your ankles, and he runs his foot up your calf with a grin.

“Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

“Hey!” Elliot jumps to his feet, still hiccuping from laughing so hard. “No—hic—ehehe…no smiling, ‘member??”

“Ah. Right,” Loki sighs, crossing his arms and slumping further down in his seat. “No happiness at Disneyland.”

The ride starts moving, lifting your carriage in the air and Elliot rushes to the edge, looking through the gated barriers at the amusement park below.

“I wanna fly,” he announces, turning around and flopping onto the bench next to Loki. “I wanna know how to fly, dad, you know how to fly?”

“Not exactly…”

Elliot frowns, a concerning glint in his eye. “Morgan’s dad can fly.”

“Morgan’s dad wears a metal wetsuit,” Loki scoffs, lightly pushing his son’s face away. “And, last I checked, doesn’t have the ability to freeze his child when that child gets…troublesome.”

He raises his hands with a grin as Elliot shrieks, scrambling off the bench and hurtling over to hide behind you, sending the hanging carriage swinging back and forth.

“S’not good to threaten your kid, dad, don’t do that.”

“Yeah, honey,” you laugh, wrapping your son in a protective hug. “Don’t threaten to freeze your kid, that’s not setting a good example.”

“A good example?” Loki scoffs and laces his fingers behind his head. “I’m sorry, my love, but there’s no hope for this one. You remember last night, don’t you?”

Elliot grins and snuggles up closer to you, ever sporting the adorable facade of a little angel—oh yes, you remember.

“Froze my tongue to my fork during dinner…”

“That was n’accident, sorta.”

“…turned the hot water to ice in the middle of my shower…”

Elliot bursts out laughing again. “You screamed!! Mom got so worried, you screamed—”

“Tell me again, why did we bring you here?”

“Cause you love me.” The little boy scrunches up his nose in a grin. “You love me, you love me—hey!! You’re smiling!”

He is, shamelessly and clearly with little control. “You’re a pain,” he laughs, conjuring a snowball and chucking it at his kid. “But…I do love you.”

“Love ya too, loser.”

Another snowball hits Loki square in the face not two seconds later.

“ELLIOT!!”

“What?! Dad started it!”

* * * *

“So,” Loki hums the moment he takes a wobbly step back onto solid ground. “What was my surprise, unðr?”

“Uh, you lost, dad.” Elliot grabs your hand and reaches for Loki’s with the other, skipping happily between the two of you. “I was gonna surprise you with unlimited hugs for a day, but you had fun, huh?”

“I was miserable, wasn’t that obvious?”

“You were laughing, daddy, mom saw you too.”

“Leave me out of this,” you laugh, holding up your hands in defence. “I’ve yet to make a deal with your father that’s actually ended well.”

“Oh, really?”

Oh no.

Loki turns to you with a glint in his eye. “I seem to recall a little late night wager where you told me not to make a sound or else you would—”

“LOKI, THERE’S CHILDREN.”

“Educating the masses,” Loki grins, swinging Elliot in the air as he skips obliviously along. “I think I should be rewarded even for going on that death wheel, don’t you agree?”

Smooth change of subject, Loki. A+ parenting.

Elliot thinks for a minute, jumping and swinging using your hands to lift him higher. “How ‘bout you get a hundred hugs today? Not ‘nfinity, only a hundred.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, little giant.” Loki swoops the little boy up into his arms and plants a loud smack of a kiss on his chubby cheek, squeezing him in a tight, squirming hug. “You mentioned there being a ‘mom component’ as well, don’t think I forgot about that.”

“Uh huh.” Elliot nods and grins at you, resting his head against Loki’s cheek. “Mom’s gotta give you unlimited kisses. Forever.”

“What?!”

“You heard him,” Loki laughs, using up another one of his hundred hugs. “Unlimited kisses…forever…I like you, Elliot, good thinking.”

“I didn’t sign up for this,” you sigh as Loki wraps his arm not holding Elliot around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“You married me,” Loki grins, stealing two quick pecks to your lips.

“Don’t remind me—”

“Had a kid with me, too.”

Three more smooches and he’s squeezing your cheeks together with a hand under your chin—already abusing his power.

“You agreed to spend the rest of your life with me,” Loki laughs, lacing his fingers through yours and leading you towards another cotton candy stand. “And if that requires unlimited kisses…”

Elliot nods with as smug a grin as he can muster.

“…then you might as well enjoy it.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your two boys in a giant hug, tugging Loki in for a proper kiss. “Then get over here and maybe I will, idiot.”

Elliot claps his hands over his eyes. “That’s gus-tusting.”

“This was your idea, Elliot.”

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tinytony-snack · 5 years

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It was war

[A/B/O, superfamily, nightmares, night cuddles, kisses, established relationship]

Loud screaming woke up Tony in the middle of the night, and as soon as he opened his eyes wide, he brought one hand over his heart by instinct. The arc reactor wasn’t there anymore, but he still had a mild heart condition, and being woke up by baby yelling didn’t help his disease.

With his heart beating loud in his ears, he focused on the devastating loud crying, sitting down with a gasp, searching for his husband with the other hand without even thinking. They’ve slept together for so many years, he didn’t notice right away the mattress wasn’t curvedunder the weight of Steve, and he wasn't tangledin his strong arms.

Not finding his Alpha, combined with screams of their six-months-old baby, was the perfect mix for a panic attack. He stumbled leaving the bed; it was 3:28 in the fucking morning which meant he slept for barely two hours, but he had to be ready to deal with anything.

Maybe he shouldn’t have done it barefoot, wearing sweatpants and an old AC/DC long-sleeved shirt, but that was his husband’s fault, who didn’t let him install an Iron Man armor inside their bed!

“Steve? Steve?!” His words raised above the loud crying; his heart was racing as fast as his steps. He was in Peter’s room in less than two second, already reaching out with one hand to get the first gauntlet of the most reachable suit JARVIS should’ve just sent.

“Alpha?” He asked again, sounding breathless, panting for the terror more than for running. “What- What’s going on?” He raised his voice, since Peter was still screaming his head off in his papa’s arms.

Standing in the middle of the room, Steve was rocking their son, murmuring shh, praying him to stay calm, to stop yelling, and even in the dim lights Tony noticed big teardrops falling from their eyes.

“He won’t stop crying,” Steve said, voice broken, vulnerable like Tony hardly remember having ever heard. It made his heart hurting more, seeing his husband in that condition: messy hair, with puffy red eyes and the most wet-puppy expression that would’ve melt the coldest soul. “I didn’t mean- I had to make sure he was fine, I didn’t want to wake him up, and now, now he just-”

Only a beat later, Tony closed the distance between them, removing his shirt and tossing it on a dresser. His previous panic already forgotten, replaced by the need to quiet his child and support his worried husband before a complete meltdown.

“Hey, don’t say more, give him to me,” as soon as he took Peter from Steve’s arms, he started gently cradling him, leaving kisses on his soft head and purring quiet and steady, soothing him with little bumps, whispering sweet words. Skin-to-skin contact always helped to reassure the baby.

“There, there, everything’s fine my little prince. You’re just scared, aren’t you? Papa didn’t wanna frighten you, you’ve heard him. Come on baby, daddy’s got you. I’ve got you,” he continued for a few minutes, finally getting results: Peter’s crying regressed down to sighs and sniffles, followed by the last big tears falling down his chubby red cheeks.

Tony didn’t stop smoothing his back and kissing him, keeping his little head under his chin where the purrs vibrated, until all he could hear were innocent hiccups. Peter’s small fists relaxed, then his entire body, and with extreme carefulness Tony put him back in the cradle, between his favorite stuffed toy: a golden pup, and a bear with a red and gold metal arm, made from an old iron man suit.

In any other time, Tony would’ve smiled at the bear, remembering that funny little story behind its arm. That night though, he stroked his baby’s head one last time, beaming at the view of him sleeping quietly, before turning toward his husband.

Steve had his fists clenched, his expression ruined by guilt and remorse. He wasn’t looking neither at Peter nor at Tony; he moved a little further from them after the Omega took the child from his arms, and stood there, looking down at the floor, his square jaw clenched, and shoulders tensed.

“Honey?” He stepped close, cupping one of Steve’s cheek, making eye contact. His Alpha looked hurt, lost, like the day he lost Peggy for the second time, like he had been after the first battle against the person he once considered his best friend. “What happened?”

Tony run the fingers of his other hand through Steve’s hair, smoothing the back of his head, while raising on tiptoes placing a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” the Alpha whispered, clenching his jaw again, like the words were too difficult to tell.

It wasn't much, but Tony understood. Steve’s path to learn how expressing emotions, rather than repressing them, was still long, travailed. His selfless Alpha spent too much time thinking he couldn’t lean on people, he only had to protect them. He was showing them at least, while only a few years later he would’ve vented all the rage and frustration at the gym.

His Alpha was doing something about it: group session, they worked according to him; Tony himself had his huge share of issues, but he chose a private therapist to set them straight.

“A nightmare?” A sharp nod from Steve, who added, “I needed to make sure you were both safe”.

The Omega kissed him on his lips, and as Steve leaned over, they rested their foreheads together, looking at each other from the close distance. Thousands of thoughts swirled in Tony’s head, but he held them to let Steve talk.

He resisted for fifty-five seconds, feeling all the tiredness coming back. Steve’s hands found the sway of his hips, the curves he once said were madejust for him: they curved right for his hands to rest on them. The Alpha still didn’t talk; he needed to do something about it.

“Come with me,” Tony took one of his hand and pulled, bringing him to the rocking chair present in the room. “Wait a little, hm? I’ll be right back”

His Alpha didn’t sit down, he stared at Tony reluctantly, blue eyes sharp and forehead furrowed.

“Trust me,” the Omega whispered again, shaking his head with a bit of exasperation, pushing him down. Steve Rogers was the most stubborn Alpha, and that only get worse when he was under his instincts.

When he finally sat, straight-backed, eyes still fixed on the Omega and wary, Tony wiped his knuckles on his right cheek, where tears have fallen earlier, giving him an affectionate look. It was a rare sight, his Alpha so openly hurt, heartbreaking but still beautiful.

He left to return in their bedroom, where he changed his shirt in favor of one of Steve’s big hoodies - big for Tony - rolling up the sleeves that finished well over his wrists anyway, and then he wrapped himself in a blanket. A long yawn accompanied him while he dragged himself back to his husband; being a superhero, an inventor and a CEO was less tiring than having a little child, that’s for sure.

“’m here, no need to stand up,” he blinked slowly, his long lashes fluttered, as he approached the blurry figure on the rocking chair.

He plopped down on Steve’s lap, purring as soon as he could curl against his chest, wrapping the blanked around them both and lifting his legs on one armrest. Steve welcomed him in his embrace, letting him nestle in his arms, hugging him tight with one arm secure and solid around his waist, while the other one enveloped his legs, holding him still.

“Good?” The Alpha asked, looking down at him. Tony was a second away from dozing off: Steve was warmer than the blanked, his chest was soft but also super-toned, his whole body was solid, powerful, and all for him. Also, he smelled great, he smelled like Tony, or maybe it was him smelling like his Alpha. He didn’t want to remember a time when their scents weren’t mixed.

“Great,” He murmured, nuzzling into Steve’s neck. Stay awake, he told himself, rubbing his nose against his husband’s throat, where a guttural rumble vibrated in response to his cuddles. Steve was the biggest teddy bear ever, who could transform into a grizzly if he had to protect his family.

“Sleep, I’ll bring you to bed later,” the Alpha talked, sounding more imperative than tender. Unfortunately for him, Tony has never worked well with authorities, he was aimed at proving them wrong.

To keep himself awake, his slid his fingers through Steve’s hair, playing with them. “Tell me what’s botherin’you first,” he slurred a little, collapsing with his head on Steve’s shoulder.

He felt his husband sighing before hearing him, his chest raised and lowered a few times before he answered. “It was war,” he started, voicedeep, low enough to not wake Peter up again. A muscle of his jaw twitched, while sadness crossed Tony’s face.

“We were there, you and me, and all the other Avengers. There were hundreds of us, faces I couldn’t recognize, fighting by our side,” his arm tightened around his waist, his lips placed a kiss on the top of his head. Tony paid him back kissing him under his ear, stroking his hair to comfort him.

“I knew we- that we won, but I lost everything,” he breathed, holding Tony closer to him, hiding him completely from the rest of the world. The Omega had nothing to complain about it, he was in his favorite place, surrounded by the two people he loved the most.

“I can’t have that again, Tony. I can’t lose you,” the last words were so intense, Steve could’ve actually screamed them.

“You won’t,” Tony urged answering, cupping Steve’s face with one hand, “You won’t Alpha, I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, looking directly at him. The room was dark, they couldn’t look at each other in the eyes, but the movements were so familiar they didn't really need to see.

“We’re not at war, honey,” he kissed him again, on the lips that time, as sweet as he could. “And even if he were, and one of us... Alpha, if one of us didn’t make it, we’ll never be alone”

They stayed quiet for a while; Tony couldn’t hear anything else than his own heartbeat and Steve’s, but he knew it was different for his Alpha. With the super-soldier serum enhancing his hearing, he could hear their baby’s breath, and Tony let him do precisely that. In the worst-case scenario, a piece of them will always live and shine in their beautiful son.

“You aren't going anywhere,” Steve repeated, stressing the phrase with a possessive growl that had Tony whimpering. “I’ll protect you,”

“Mmm, I don’t...” Even exhausted he tried arguing back.

“You don’t need it, I know, but I’m doing it, whatever it takes. You're my Omega, my family, my world. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,” he finished with a kiss on the Omega’s forehead, lingering his lips there for few seconds, stroking his tight with the hand that was holding his legs.

Tony’s heart melted at the promise, as he tried to blend into his Alpha’s chest, a place where he knew he’d no longer fear anything else. He could protect himself, Peter, and Steve too, but his Omega were fervent by hearing his Alpha vowing to take there of him.

“Love you,” he whispered, searching his lips again for another kiss. They exchanged more of them, sweet, soft, making snapping sounds every time they broke off. Tony felt Steve’s smile growing kiss after kiss, on the lips, on his cheeks, on the tip of his nose; they bumped their noses together and when the Omega was too tiredalso to make the smallest movement, he let his Alpha in charge, enjoining feeling their tongues swirling together.

Steve nuzzled against his cheek, scenting him and licking his bottom lip until Tony gave him access meekly, humming in satisfaction as the Alpha slid inside. When they separated again, Steve bit gently the bridge of his nose, and the Omega almost burst out a laugh, that came out as a muffled giggle since he hid his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“What?” He asked breathless, feeling his lips plump and swollen, making Steve feeling his bright smile by pressing his mouth against his neck.

“I love you too, adorable Omega. Rest now,” Steve said, and Tony couldn’t resist anymore.

The Omega closed his eyes, sighing as he relaxed completely against his husband. They kissed again, slowly, lazily, then Steve left his lips in favor of his hands, he brought one to his mouth, and the last things Tony remembered were adoring kisses on his knuckles and on his wrist.

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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One More Night

Title: One More Night

Links: AO3 & WattPad

Square Filled: Impala Sex

Rating: E for Explicit

Tags: SMUT, Impala Sex, takes place during the Season 5 episode “Abandon All Hope”, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Created for: @spnkinkbingo

Dean leaned against the trunk of the Impala, taking a long pull from his beer. He'd struck out with Jo, who he thought was a sure bet, but turns out she had the hots for another hunter, Stephen. He'd resigned to the fact that getting laid was probably not on the list for him tonight, so he retreated outside to gaze up at the stars with his beloved car.

“You and me Baby.” he said and tipped his bottle to her.

He heard the screen door open and saw a small figure approaching him. In the street light, she seemed to materialize out of the darkness, it was Charlotte, Stephen's sister. With a smile and a whiskey in her hand, she greeted him with a grin.

“What're you doing out here all by yourself?” she asked as she walked closer to him.

“Just spending some time with my best girl.” he said, glancing at the car with a fond smile.

Charlotte had known Dean as long as she could remember, she may have been in pigtails when they first met, but she knew how much that car meant to him.

“I was just coming to check on you, but if you wanna be alone.” she trailed off.

“No,” he said as he smiled at her “I don't mind the company, really.”

She walked over to him and stood beside him and they both looked upward, the stars shining down on them like Christmas lights. They didn't talk for a long time, just admiring the view, when Charlotte broke the silence.

“Guess it's not so bad, being out in the middle of no where.” she said “Where else can you get a view like this?”

Dean nodded in agreement and then looked down at Charlotte. Shorter than he was, she had a slightly crooked smile, strawberry blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a button down flannel shirt, ripped jeans and boots. He's be lying if he said he hadn't thought about being with her, but she felt out of his league.

“Strike out with Jo?” she asked and looked up at him.

“Ah, you saw that?” he asked

She shook her head

“Nah, intuition,” she said “and I saw her leave with my brother.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and said

“Figures.” in an angry tone.

“She's interested in you,” Charlotte said “I just think she wants more than a one time deal, and you know Stephen, the starry eyed dreamer.”

“No wonder he and Sam get along so well.” Dean snorted and Charlotte laughed, which was music to Dean's ears, he loved making her laugh.

“That's where the realistic one,” she said and pointed to herself “comes in. If he wants to promise her the world while we're staring down the barrel, let him.”

“Cheers to that.” Dean said and they clinked their glasses together.

Liquid courage soaked Charlotte's system, she'd knocked back a couple of shots before going to look for Dean, whom she'd always had a thing for.

“Would you, I mean, do you want to um?” she asked, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at Dean, who had his head tilted to the side.

“Char, are you sure?” he asked

“Dean,” Charlotte said “I’m not looking for Prince Charming, he hasn’t come along and he probably never will.”

“So what are you looking for?” Dean asked

“Well last night on earth, what’s a girl to do?” She asked with a smile.

A grin slowly formed on his face and he motioned toward his Impala.

“This okay?” He asked “Probably the only place we’ll get some privacy tonight.”

“Perfect.” She said as he unlocked the back door. She took off her jacket and made it into a makeshift pillow as she climbed into the ample backseat. Dean climbed in behind her, the locks engaging as they both finished their drinks.

“Respect me in the morning?” She asked and he chuckled.

“I’ll always respect you.” He said as he settled over top of her, their empty glasses scattered to the floorboards. The heat between her legs was unbearable as he settled between her thighs, planting short, hesitant kisses on her lips.

“Dean,” she moaned, her fingers clawing through his hair “mh, Dean.”

He looked up and it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. The little firecracker he’d had a crush on for years was now under him with lust blown brown eyes, her chest heaving. He brushed the stray hairs out of her face and gently pressed his lips to hers.

If this was a one time deal, he decided, he’d do it right. He wrapped her legs around his waist and heatedly kissed her. She molded her shape to his, kissing him as he moved over top of her.

“Charlotte,” he moaned against her mouth as he popped the top buttons on her shirt “You okay?”

She nodded and helped unbutton the rest of the shirt.

“I’m more than okay,” she breathed “I’ve always wanted this with you.”

She discarded the shirt, leaving her in just her bra and jeans. He ran his hands up her torso, squeezing her breasts in his hands as she moaned. “Mh, that feels so good.” She cried as he unhooked her bra, throwing it aside as he took her in with heavily lidded eyes.

“You’re gorgeous.” He said

They kissed again and he rid himself of his top layers, discarding them into the front seat. Chest to chest, they moved together, grinding into one another as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Tanned, muscled and freckled, Dean was everything Charlotte hoped he would be and more as she worked her hands down his back and to his hips where she unbuckled his belt. He pulled back and looked at her before nodding, he lowered his head and let his mouth brush gently over her breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing her hand inside his underwear. She took his full length in her hand where she started to pump him. He let out a low moan as his tongue swirled around her nipple, gently flicking over it. She cried out, arching her back as he did the same thing to her other nipple. Her hand went lower, cupping his balls as he squirmed above her.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he picked his head up and kissed her hard “oh fuck, that’s perfect.”

She slid her tongue in his mouth and slid her hand back up, taking his length in her hand again. He sucked her nipple hard, making her whine.

“Dean,” she cried “mh, fuck me please.”

He didn’t answer, he just glided down her body where he planted light kisses and sucked equally light marks into her skin. She watched as he did this, her chest rapidly rising and falling as he tugged off her jeans and underwear. He tossed them into the floor of the Impala and opened her legs to fit his body between them. He licked a broad stripe up her slit, making her gasp as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Ohhhhh, Dean!” She moaned “Dean, oh fuck!”

He moaned in appreciation as his mouth enveloped her, his teeth lightly scraped over her clit, making her squeak in surprise. He used his fingers to open her lower lips and flick his tongue over and over her. She moaned loudly as she grabbed his hair even harder.

“Dean, oh Dean!” She cried.

He pushed his tongue inside of her, swirling it deep in her as she arched her back, crying out loudly as he devoured her. She felt the pressure in her body give way as she let out a scream, the orgasm ridiculously over powering her. Dean picked his head up as he grinned and licked his lips.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He said “I could eat you out for hours.”

“The scary thing? I’d let you.” She told him as she stroked his hair, he kissed his way back up her body until he reached her mouth, kissing her deeply.

“Mh,” he moaned “tell you what? We survive tomorrow and I will.”

“I’m holding you to that cowboy.” She said as they kissed again.

He pulled back and nodded as she pushed her hand inside his pants, taking his hard length into her hand as he moaned into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he said “yes, oh fuck.”

She stopped and pushed his jeans and underwear down. He kicked his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and plunged deep inside her as they let out consecutive moans. They kissed as their hips met thrust for thrust.

“Dean, oh my god, Dean!” She cried, she threaded one hand through his hair while the other planted on the back of his neck. Dean braced himself, his hands on the leather seats under her, he fucked deeply and gently into her. His tongue traced over hers and she cried out against him.

“On top, now.” He growled against her mouth. She smiled and they switched positions, he laid on his back as she crawled over him, his rough hands roamed up her back as they kissed and she settled on top of him. She braved her hands on his chest as she rocked into him, making him cry out.

“Yes,” he moaned “yes, oh fuck, like that.”

She licked into his mouth and his tongue met hers as his fingers dug into her skin. Their foreheads met and she opened her eyes for just a second. His head was tilted back, the moonlight reflecting off his skin, he had a light sheen of sweat on his cheeks as he bit his lip.

“Dean.” she moaned and he opened his eyes meeting hers. A shutter ran down her spine and she knew then and there, she was head over heels in love with Dean Winchester. She bit her lip a then kissed him sweetly, pouring her feelings into that kiss. He picked up on the subtle change in her kiss, instead of rushed passion, he felt something deeper, something more meaningful. This wasn’t just about getting off, this was about expressing something neither of them had the guts to admit to each other. Dean sat up and rocked into her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She held his face in her hands as they kissed over and over.

“Gonna, ah fuck!” She moaned, throwing her head back.

“Do it,” He commanded, his blunt nails digging into her skin “Come all over my lap.”

They moaned each other’s names as they finished, the Impala’s seat squeaking under them as they rocked hard into each other, riding out the orgasm.

Surprising her, Dean wanted to cuddle after word.

“I figured you for a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” type.” She said as she laid on her side, holding Dean’s hand while his free one made patterns on her bare back.

He smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Nothing wrong with a little intimacy,” he said “with the right person.”

“You think I’m the right person?” She asked, her fingers tangled with his. He squeezed her hand and nodded.

“Who better to be intimate with than my best friend?” He asked.

Her eyes welled with tears that she fought to keep back.

“You’re my best friend too.” She told him.

He looked at his watch, stunned to see that it was past 1 in the morning.

“We better head in.” He said “We have a hell of a day tomorrow.”

“No,” she told him “let’s have this. One night won’t kill us.”

He realized she was right, spending the night in his car with his favorite girl wouldn’t be so bad, considering what they would face in the morning.

“Okay.” He agreed and covered them both up with a blanket he kept in the backseat. She settled against his chest, breathing in his scent.

“G’night Dean.” She told him.

“Night kiddo.” He answered and kissed the crown of her head.

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notveryglittery · 5 years

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believe in holiday magic (which gets made)

summary: roman experiences a couple of firsts. words: 2,500 / ships: technically romantic prinxiety and qpr royality but it’s kind of lamp-y in general! notes: prompt 12 from @sanderssidescelebrations: first snow! the title for this one comes from the holiday fireworks show at disneyland! (did i write myself into this one? duh ;3)

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“You’re telling me you’ve lived in California your entire life and you’ve never been to Disneyland?”

“For the last time, storm-cloud, yes. I live in NorCal! You know how big this state is, don’t you?”

“Aw, that’s okay! It just means that your first time will be with all of us!”

“It is fortuitous that Patton practically grew up here. Would you be our guide?”

“I’d! Be! Honored!”

Virgil smirked and rolled his eyes. Grabbing one of Roman’s hands, Virgil tugged him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m excited for you,” he said, “our favorite Prince, getting to step foot in Walt Disney’s original Magic Kingdom.”

Roman’s face went red, as it tended to when his last name was used as any sort of affectionate nickname. “I’ve seen plenty of videos,” he began, but Patton cut him off by flinging their arms around his neck.

“That is not the same!” Patton shouted and Roman flinched, given their closeness, and how loud their exclamation was in his ear. Patton pulled back, grinning. “Oh, I cannot wait for today. You are absolutely going to cry.”

Logan smiled at the trio fondly. “If we’re done causing a commotion in the parking lot?” He suggested, gesturing towards the line of shuttles waiting to pick up guests.

The group headed for the busses and after only a short wait, were on their way to Disneyland. Roman couldn’t believe this was happening. It was thanks to the internet that he’d found the friends sitting with him. He never imagined he’d meet them in real life nor did he think they’d ever make their way to California all at once so that they could go together to the Happiest Place on Earth. Sure, meeting Patton first was a given, since they lived closer than Virgil or Logan did, but Roman thought that’d be as lucky as he got. Yet, here he was, surrounded by some of the most important people in his life, on his way to a theme park centered around one of the most important things in his life.

While there may have been opportunities for Patton and Roman to go, the timing had never been right, or they realized it wouldn’t have been the same without Logan and Virgil. Still, it was a true blessing, having Patton so close. The four hour drive (with good traffic) couldn’t keep them apart and they’d met up on multiple occasions over the years. Roman knew they were soulmates, someway or somehow, and that even if everything came crashing down around him, he’d still have Patton. The same could have been said for Virgil or Logan, sure, but sometimes you just clicked better with certain people. And Patton was one of them.

“Ro,” Virgil whispered, pulling him from his thoughts, “we’re here.”

They clambered off the bus, giving the driver their thanks, and headed for bag check. Thankfully, Logan was the only one with a real backpack and Patton had a small purse with them, so it didn’t take too long. In fact, the lines to get in to the park were backed up into the esplanade, but given that it was the holiday season, this wasn’t a big surprise.

Patton bounced on their feet, too much energy trapped inside such a tiny body. “Okay, first things first! As soon as we’re in the park, we’ve got to add MaxPass to your tickets so we can get as many rides done as possible.”

“Just ours?” Logan interrupted.

Patton flashed their annual pass, beaming. “I’ve got the Signature pass! It’s what paid for parking! I also might have already dropped the extra seventy to add MaxPass for the year.”

“I swear,” Virgil said, “what kind of babysitter are you to be making so much bank?”

Patton winked and skipped away as the line moved forward. Roman shrugged when Virgil and Logan looked to him for an explanation.

“I’ve never got an answer out of them either.”

Thanks to a couple rounds of Heads Up on Patton’s phone, the wait went by quickly. Soon enough, the tickets were scanned, and they had officially stepped foot into Disneyland. To absolutely no one’s surprise, tears began welling up in Roman’s eyes.

“Oh, honey!” Patton cooed.

“Babe,” Virgil sighed, endeared. He swiped the tears from Roman’s cheeks, cradling his face in his hands. “You haven’t even seen the castle yet.”

Logan held up his camera. “I am ready for the moment, however, when it happens.”

Virgil and Patton both got a wicked sort of glint in their eyes. The moment passed quickly as Patton ushered them all along and towards a quiet corner so that they could focus. Once each ticket was added to the Disneyland app on Patton’s phone and MaxPass was purchased for them all (“I could’ve bought my own,” Virgil had groused), they eventually settled on lunch reservations at Carnation Café. It was a miracle, according to Patton, that they’d managed it given the time of year and just how last minute they’d done it.

Again, Patton led the way through Town Square, taking them into the nearest (and largest) shop. Unbeknownst to Roman, with Virgil’s help, Patton made sure that Roman couldn’t see down the end of Main Street U.S.A to where Sleeping Beauty castle sat.

“Shopping? Already?” Logan asked. “Would it not be easier to wait until tonight, so that we don’t have to carry the bags with us?”

“Not what we’re here for, Lo, but yes, that’s very smart of you!” Patton chirped, looking around for a cast member that wasn’t busy. “Wait here!”

Before the others could protest, Patton shot off like a rocket, disappearing as they rounded a fixture dedicated to ears. Roman, deciding to spend his time wisely, went looking through the options. There were sequins, fluff, character themes and, of course, the oh so popular rose gold.

“How do I pick just one?” Roman whined, nestling a pair of millennial pink colored ears on his head, and checking in the mirror to see how he looked.

“Don’t say it so loud,” Virgil teased, “or Patton’ll buy all of them for you.”

Eventually, Roman decided on the rainbow ears. By the time Patton returned, he’d purchased them and was tucking the tag underneath the headband so that it wasn’t sticking out.

“I got you some— Oh! I love them!” Patton gasped, fumbling with whatever they were holding so that they could take their phone out and snap a few quick pictures.

After that was done, Patton lead them all back outside to where the light was better. Logan was camera ready and Virgil had stepped aside so Roman could have all the attention.

“Close your eyes,” Patton requested to which Roman immediately did.

There was some fussing with his shirt before the hands pulled away. “Okay, look!”

Roman did so, glancing down to his chest. A bright orange button proclaiming “First Visit” was pinned just over his heart. His name was written on it in the most exquisite cursive. The shutter on Logan’s camera was clicking, no doubt capturing the flurry of emotions dancing across Roman’s face.

“Good?” Roman heard Virgil ask Logan before Patton was looping an arm around his and pulling him away.

“I need you to close your eyes one more time,” Patton said seriously, “and trust me to lead you down Main Street? I promise we won’t bump into anything or anyone!”

“I’d trust you with my life, sunshine, you know that,” Roman answered easily.

“Hush,” Patton giggled.

Walking down Main Street U.S.A without sights to accompany all the sounds wasn’t the experience Roman expected for his first trip. He could hear Virgil and Patton talking, though he wasn’t sure where Logan had gone. Along the way, a handful of people wished him a “happy first visit!” to which he enthusiastically thanked them in return.

They came to a stop, Patton letting go of his arm. “Alright, open your eyes in 3… 2… 1…!”

Roman opened his eyes. He gasped, hands flying to his mouth in surprise, as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Patton was squealing somewhere behind him and Roman was vaguely aware of Logan taking more photos but none of that mattered. Sleeping Beauty Castle, decked out in Christmas lights and icicles, was there before him, glittering in the morning sunlight. Virgil came from out of nowhere and threw his arms around Roman, hugging him from behind. He rested his chin on top of Roman’s head.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?”

Roman whimpered, wiping frantically at his eyes so that he could see the view in front of him without blurred vision. A few people were aww’ing around them. It took a couple more minutes for Roman to gain his composure, in which Logan never stopped being the photographer, capturing every second. Patton appeared, squeezing Roman in the tightest hug that they could.

“Not that I don’t wanna stay here and watch this forever,” they said, after a round of pictures had been taken by a PhotoPass cast member, “but we have so much to do.”

And so much they did.

From attractions to character meet and greets to stage shows. They rode the ups and downs of roller coasters, took trips to Neverland and Pleasure Island, boarded the happiest cruise that ever sailed (and suffered the ear worm for a solid hour after). They said hello to Mickey, and Rapunzel, and Peter Pan, and the Fairy Godmother. They watched storytelling at the Royal Theater with well enough timing to meet Belle and the Beast afterwards.

By the time their lunch reservations rolled around, they were famished. They shared fried pickles and potato soup as well as letting each other try the meals they ordered. Patton went through four cups of cinnamon-spiced hot chocolate. Their timing couldn't have been better; thanks to their table outside, they were able to watch the A Christmas Fantasy parade while they ate.

After eating, it was back to business. The lines were dreadful but thanks to Patton insisting on MaxPass, they were able to make the best of their time with booking fast passes in advance. It was important to Patton that Roman tried all of the Disney classics — dole whips, Mickey pretzels with cheese, and churros were snacked on throughout the day. It was while wandering through the store at the exit of Star Tours that they learned something new about Roman.

“I’m just saying, there’s no way I could survive on Hoth,” Roman was telling Logan. “I’ve never seen snow in my life, you think I could live on that planet??”

“You’ve never what?!” An unfamiliar voice cut in.

They turned to find a cast member staring at them, eyes wide. Her name tag read Danielle from Tucson, AZ. Patton, having been distracted by the new merchandise they had for pets, spun around.

“What!!!” They screeched.

Danielle turned to Patton. “Please tell me you’re going to watch Castle Lighting?”

Patton was already nodding. “It was on the agenda but like, now I have to make sure we get the best spot!”

“Hold on, don’t move,” Danielle said, brushing by them and hurrying towards a door marked ‘Cast Members only.’

Virgil took Roman’s hand in his. “Magic’s being made for you, your highness. How’s it feel?”

Roman took Virgil’s cheeky tone as teasing and so when Danielle returned, pulling Patton aside, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Patton’s expression was brightening by each word, though, and Danielle seemed just as excited.

It looked like they were nearly done talking when another cast member approached Danielle and handed her a piece of paper.

“Okay, okay,” she said loudly, shooing Patton back towards their friends. “Have fun! Happy first visit, Roman!”

Roman blinked, a little confused, and waved goodbye.

“Next!” Patton exclaimed, dragging them all out of the store.

The others didn’t get an answer as to what had been done but Virgil certainly had an idea. Spending the next couple hours on the west side of the park, they checked Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mansion Holiday off the list. They walked on Winnie the Pooh and then went twice more because the line was so short and because it was Patton’s favorite. Towards the end of the night, they stopped again by It’s a Small World to appreciate it all lit up. They got dinner in Frontierland, people watching and allowing themselves time to rest after such a busy day. It was nearing six when Patton insisted they all head back towards the castle.

The castle looked even more beautiful in the dark, with the lights turned on. Roman had been about to ask if they could just take a few minutes to enjoy the sight but Patton was gone, disappearing into the crowd. Roman had no time to panic as Virgil patted his head and pointed to where Patton was talking with a cast member in a red vest. After a few minutes, in which Logan took to snap some pictures of the castle, Patton waved them over.

“Okay, so, remember the girl that helped us in Tomorrowland earlier? Danielle?” Patton asked.

The three nodded.

“Here’s the magic she made for us!” Patton exclaimed. They gestured towards a roped off area with benches all facing the castle. It was half full but seemed delightfully empty compared to the rest of the craziness surrounding the Walt and Mickey statue. Thanking the cast member that Patton had spoke to, they all got cozy on a bench near the front. Patton vanished for a bit and returned with cups of hot cocoa for all of them. Roman couldn’t have imagined this trip going nearly as smoothly without them and he made sure to say as much.

“Aw, kiddo!” Patton gushed. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had. I’m so glad I could be here with y’all!” They tugged the other two in for a group hug.

“Look! Look at the sky! Do you think it could snow?”

Roman startled at the voice, looking up. Another followed and soon a conversation began between the two. It sounded like a child and their mother. Patton was bouncing in their seat, seeming unable to sit still. Virgil had Roman’s hand in his again and Logan must have been on his third memory card by now, Roman swore—

Suddenly, singing begun, and the castle — of which they had a perfectly centered view of — began to light up, in tune to the music. If Roman thought it had looked pretty before, it was truly stunning now.

“Oh!” Patton gasped, though surely they had seen this many times before. “Ro! Look!”

Roman, despite how badly he didn’t want to tear his gaze away from the castle, looked to where Patton was pointing. It…

“Oh my god,” Roman whispered.

It was snowing. In Southern California. Admittedly, it was Disney’s version of snow and no act of Mother Nature. Roman was pretty sure snow didn’t normally smell like… gingerbread? The miracle went on as the castle continued to light up. Roman could feel the tears streaking down his face but he didn’t care. He was surrounded by his family and there was no place he’d rather be celebrating the holidays.

#sanders sides fan fiction #lamp fan fiction #romantic prinxiety #qpr royality #non binary patton #platonic lamp #dani writes #sanders sides celebrations 2018 #I CAN'T BELIEVE Y'ALL DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THAT TYPO #i can't believe i typo'd your/youre in the first four sentences of this fic TWICE and i'm only finding the second one a YEAR late

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, Joonie! (Dom!Version)

Female!Reader | Male!Reader

Background: You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend Namjoon yet, and so you decided to have your first time together on his birthday as an “extra special” birthday gift.

A/N: This has been in my drafts since last year. Please tell me if there are female pronouns that I forgot to get rid of.

The two of you danced together on stage. It was your first time being shown off like this. The boys were on their US tour, and you were able to tag along this time. Today was extra special since since it was your boyfriend Namjoon’s birthday. You were the one to bring his birthday cake to him after he did “Trivia: Love”

You were wearing his favorite suit on you and the one you knew he’d love on you the most.

It was a simple patterned suit that fit you quite well and accentuated your booty which Namjoon loved. It was black with white lines on it creating squares on the blazer and pants. You wore a simple black tie and white dress shirt under it...and something under the dress shirt.

He didn’t know that though. The nerves almost got to you since it had only been a few weeks since you had gone public with your relationship, about the same time their album dropped. However, all you really cared about was singing happy birthday to the man you loved.

“Oh my god!” Namjoon said, covering his face and sliding it down to his mouth.

The whole audience was singing along but you were the only one he heard, “Happy Birthday, dear Namjoon. Happy birthday to you~”

You held out the cake to him, “Blow out the candles!”

He closed his eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. Then Namjoon grabbed you around the waist and kissed you. He looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah, you’re so great, jagi.” He kissed the side of your head. “I know I said earlier that getting to perform for you guys was the best birthday present, but I think my girlfriend has you beat.”

The crowd was a mix of laughter, cheers, and a few boos.

Namjoon then looked at you again, “You look amazing. Spin for me?”

You did as told and spun in a circle as he held one of your hands above your head.

“It almost looks like he can’t wait to give you another birthday present later on, huh, hyung?” Taehyung said and raised his eyebrows.

The crowd screamed in reply. Jungkook got in the middle and separated the two of you as Yoongi made barfing noises into his own microphone.

“Guys, we have a concert to do. Everyone say goodbye to Namjoon’s boyfriend!”

“Bye Namjoon’s boyfriend!”

You bowed and waved and went backstage while the boys performed the rest of their set list. You were brought out again as they did their goodbye song “Love Yourself: Answer” and danced with Namjoon who hugged you from the back saying that you were one of his reasons.

The party continued all the way back at the hotel as the boys went live to show them eating the cake from earlier.

It was a mango chocolate cake that you two had eaten on your first date together and you had gotten it made just for today. The two of you fed each other pieces of cake. Sometimes, it was just cute while other times the guys teased you for being such an adorably gross couple. All of you drank since tomorrow was a later performance.

Yoongi was the first to turn in with Jimin turning in soon after. While everyone was telling them goodnight, you whispered in Namjoon’s ear that you were going to get his second birthday present ready. You told the live stream audience goodnight and then went into the bedroom.

The other guys asked what you had gone to do and he explained. Hobi asked if they should end the livestream. Namjoon said it was fine and then answered some questions and drank some more.

“What are you going to do for your birthday? Anything special?” Jungkook read from the chat.

“This is special!” He laughed. “We might do something tomorrow before the concert, but I’m not expecting much. Yoongi already gave me his gift, do you guys wanna see? I wore it tonight.”

Namjoon showed off a black beaded bracelet to the camera and asked if they could see it. Yoongi had one that looked the same in white, he explained. He had seen his friend wearing it for a while and complimented him on it a lot and so Yoongi got him one for his birthday. Namjoon hadn’t been expecting it. He laughed as he thought about how it was given to him.

“I was eating a Korean BBQ with the guys and the staff has just finished singing to me.”

“Why do they do that? It’s weird.” Jin asked. “Just let us surround your table and sing you the song of birthing celebrations, what the fuck.” He started laughing at himself.

The others laughed a bit too and Namjoon continued, “And so I was sort of embarassed and Yoongi asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I did but then he told me I wasn’t doing it right since I was doing it like this.”

He spread out all his fingers to show everyone, “But he wanted me to hold it like this.” The treelike leader put his fingers together and made a cup with his large hands. “After I did my hand like that, he slid something onto my wrist. It was the bracelet. I mean, he could’ve just put it in my hand but instead he put it on for me.”

“Yoongi probably thought you’d break his gift if you put it on yourself.” Taehyung joked.

Namjoon laughed and blushed, “He’s probably right.”

He wondered what was taking you so long when you entered the room again in nothing but a pink babydoll dress with a bow on the front. Everyone just stared and pizza was even hanging out of Hobi’s mouth as he forgot how to chew.

You smiled as the guys quickly averted their eyes and looked at their leader who was slowly realizing what was going on. Biting your lip, you waited to see what he would do. Namjoon set his jaw and raised his eyebrow when he saw the matching pink collar around your throat.

“Tonight?” He asked.

As a response, you tossed him a ring with a single key on it. He caught it and then you returned to the bedroom to let them wrap up and also because you felt as though you were about to cum right then and there from the excitement of being seen. The anticipation of everything made your heart pound but didn’t stop you for strutting down the hallway to tease the others.

“Alone. Get out. Now.” Namjoon said before they could ask and followed his girlfriend.

The other four guys stood and went into the hallway to let the couple have their time alone. In the hallway, Taehyung helped their oldest hyung stand and Hobi said goodbye to the fans with Jungkook who said that they needed to get some sleep before tomorrow’s concert. By sleep is that they had to go some porn to fap to because they weren’t expecting you to turn them on like that and they didn’t want to masturbate to their member’s boyfriend.

Before the camera shut off, Hobi said, “So he really did wear that on stage, huh?”

~~~~~~

Namjoon smirked as you stood in the middle of the room being cute. A shiver ran through you when he met your eyes. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he was a dominant. His goofy and shy aura had basically disappeared as he loosened his tie, and you felt like you were supposed to be on your knees.

“You look delicious, my prince.”

You swallowed and said the line you had been rehearsing all day, “So you wanna unwrap your present?”

He licked his lips, “I’d rather savor you now. But first, let’s talk. Anything you’re uncomfortable with doing that we haven’t talked about before?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure I’ve told you all my hard stops, anyways, I trust you enough to treat me right.”

Namjoon smiled and pulled you towards him, kissing you and feeling the collar around your throat. His other hand caressed your body and squeezed your hand before giving it a firm slap. You squeaked and bit your lip, making him chuckle at how eager you were.

“Ok, rules,” He put his blazer up and looked around the room, spotting the toys you had set up on the desk.

“We’ll use colors for safe words. Red for stop. Yellow for caution and green for I’m good. Got it?”

“Got it.”

He turned around with a pair of leather cuffs dangling from his finger, “Also, call me Daddy. No hyung while we’re doing this.”

You smiled, “I always do.”

The way you called him was either Daddy or Hyung, and so he smiled at you knowing it was basically the truth. Namjoon told you to hold out your wrists. You did as told and he cuffed them, making sure they weren’t too tight. He said that this was the best way to do it in order for you to support yourself better.

You nodded and he touched your cheek, making you look at him.

“Everything ok, jagi? We don’t have to do this.”

“N-no, I want...I want to, Daddy. I’m just nervous and excited at the same time. I wanna be good for you.”

He smiled and kissed your lips, “You will be.”

Namjoon’s voice had deepened, and he was so sure of himself. You couldn’t help but shiver. Also, the way he was caressing your spine made it more intense. He picked up your chin and leaned close. You expected another kiss.

“Bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded and did as told, sitting in the middle of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position for your arms. You settled with letting them be in the middle of your legs as they were in a V shape. Namjoon tilted his head and bit his lip as he looked at you, grabbing the second set of cuffs and put them on your ankles. He then grabbed a bottle of lube and something else from the table.

“I’m guessing you cleaned yourself back there, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled, “God, I love when you call me that.”

You wiggled and smiled in reply, rolling over to present your ass when he stopped you. To say you were confused was an understatement. He gave you a deadpan look of slight anger.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No...I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He put the lube and fancy beaded butt plug to the side and told you to hold your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how well you could do it, and so he did it for you. Namjoon put your cuffed arms around your legs to keep them out of the way. Your knees were pressing against your chest.

Your daddy leaned over you as he fingered your ass with lubed up fingers. A whine escaped your lips and he smiled. He watched your every expression and loved the way your brows knitted together and listened to your breaths. When you had relaxed enough, he knew you were ready.

He rubbed your calves, “Deep breaths, my prince.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You felt the toy go inside bit by bit while Namjoon sung your praises. He told you how good you were doing until it was all in. Then he started to rub your front and chuckled at your sudden moan that caught yourself off guard. He only rubbed the outside, and you bit back your moans.

“We’ve barely even started, and you’re so wet, cutie.”

He started playing with your most sensitive area, and it was so hard to hold back. Just the sound of your own voice embarrassed you. Still you whined since it felt so good!

“Do you want me to go harder, jagi?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please...please Daddy.”

Namjoon flicked your tip and watched you writhe, “Nope.”

“Why noootttt?”

He left your top alone and started rubbing and playing with your lower bits that had gotten wet from all of your precum, “I won’t be doing anything more than this unless I get to hear your pretty moans. Understood?”

Your cheeks started to burn as you let out your small moans and whines more than before. Namjoon became more intense and you did your best to roll your hips even in your unique position.

“Louder.”

The louder you got, the faster he went. His sleeves were rolled up before, but now they tickled your hips as you started to reach your first climax. Namjoon watched your face in the strained position knowing you weren’t going to cum, but it was fun because you thought you were.

His hot breath fell on your neck, “Are you close?”

A moan in reply before, “Yessss, Daddy.”

Your body was all covered in sweat and you moved towards his fingers when he suddenly pulled them out. A desperate and frustrated whine left your lips as you opened your eyes to see Namjoon holding his fingers to your mouth. It was obvious what he wanted, and a ball of excitement was in your stomach. You wanted to do it...however, he did just ruin your orgasm.

Instead, you pouted at him and stuck up your nose as his long fingers covered in your precum. He rubbed your lips. You were going to do what he wanted. You were a very bad brat, so your mouth was opened in an instant and sucking his fingers clean. They felt so very nice as they danced around your tongue making sure even the in between spots.

Namjoon smiled, “Good boy.”

Your eyes widened and your pace quickened as you recieved those words. It was as if he was pulling your submissive side out even more with those two simple words. He was a powerful man.

That man then pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the bed. He helped you out of your current position and you asked what he was going to do to you next since you wanted him to fuck you. It wasn’t happening tho. Daddy decided to use another toy on you instead. He grabbed a vibrator and a bullet vibrator, two bullet vibrators.

The ankle cuffs weren’t connected like the ones on your wrists were, so when he told you to spread yourself for him, you did without question. He stuck the bullet vibrator inside your needy ass and added the vibrator to your front. Both were turned off. With the second pink bullet, he set it aside, suddenly getting an idea.

That idea was nipple clamps. He pouted when he realized there was a giagantic pink bow in the way. Namjoon told you to put your hands above your head. After you did with a “Yes, Daddy.” He got close, so vary close to your face.

You saw his lips and wanted to kiss them, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he rubbed your whole torso and squeezed your chest under the lingerie that was still on. You moaned, your mouth hanging open. It wasn’t until now that you realized his dark brown eyes were now pitch black with lust.

“How much did this cost?”

“$25.”

He gave a grin the devil himself couldn’t replicate, “Good. It’ll be easy to replace.”

Before you had time to ask what he meant, Namjoon tore it off your body, leaving you completely naked and in a new state of completely aroused. He just fucking did that, dropping the skimpy outfit on the floor.

“Better. God, I can’t wait until I get to fuck you.”

“I mean...you can do it now...” You said, hoping he would bite.

He chuckled, “Patience, my Prince. Kneel on the floor, please.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You got onto the floor. Namjoon returned to you with the nipple clamps and placed them on your very perky nips. He then hung the bullet from it. When everything turned on, you saw stars and started to moan louder than you had the whole night.

“Da-Da-Daddyyy! Oh my god! How--I--ahh!” It was hard to think and get the words out. What were you even trying to say? You didn’t know.

Namjoon just chuckled and did that smile he does when he’s amused. You were honestly trying hard not to cry. It was embarrassing in the best way since you couldn’t stop moaning and it felt so good. All you could do to bear it was to set your hands on the floor to keep you from falling over. Namjoon sat on the bed and unzipped his pants as you struggled to keep the vibrator in place. It was a constant struggle of it pulling too much on your nipples and over-stimulation on your skin but also needing that stimulation to get off.

He loved watching his prince struggle so beautifully. The way he called out his name was so great. He would have to record this the next time they did it, maybe add it to a song or several for his next mixtape. Namjoon shook his head and scolded himself for thinking of work when his prince was soaking the carpet beneath him.

“Daddyyyy, gonna cummmm.”

“Not without permission. Ask me.”

You whined but couldn’t help but smile a bit at how stern he was being. Never had you loved being ordered around before.

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“No, ask again.”

It took you a minute to ask again because a wave of lust went through you, but you had to hold back. Again, he said no even as you had become a drooling mess. This happened several times until you covered your mouth with your hands to keep from crying out.

Namjoon grabbed your hands, “Now you’re going to have to wait even longer for disobeying me. I told you not to hold back your moans, and yet--oh fuck!”

Your brain was too hazy to focus properly especially when his dick was bouncing in front of you like that. All you wanted was it inside of you and your mouth was the closest thing to it, and so you started sucking on Namjoon’s cock, fitting as much as you could inside your mouth.

He chuckled and called you a naughty prince. It wasn’t until now that you realized how subby you must’ve looked. Namjoon was mostly clothed with only his dick in your needy mouth while you were full of lube and toys, your only covering were leather cuffs after he literally tore your clothes off.

Daddy growled as he held your head, “Such a--ugh--naughty princey, aren’t you? Im...patient too. Couldn’t wait for Daddy to give you his juicy dick, huh?”

You moaned in reply. He caressed your hair and told you that you were doing such a good job. Joonie told you to give him a color for face fucking and pulled your head back.

“Green.” You said, out of breath.

“Good boy. If it’s ever too much, bite down. It’ll hurt, but I will stop. Now relax your jaw and let Daddy take control.”

Letting Namjoon face fuck you was a beautiful and messy thing. His dick going down your throat and the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were too focused on his dick not to cum before, but now you had to grip the carpet fibers to make sure you came without permission.

“Swallow for me, Princey. Swallow as much as you can. Gonna cum!”

He held you close to where your nose was pressed into his abdomen. You swallowed as much as you could but ended up coughing as your vision blurred with tears. Daddy pat your back until you were ok, but you heard him chuckle and looked at him. He said you were beautiful and asked if he could take a picture of your face like this.

“Yeah.” You swallowed and he grabbed his phone.

Once the picture was taken, he said you finally got to ride his dick. You were happy and so close to cumming until he turned them off. There was a puddle underneath you. Namjoon licked the toys that tasted like you and had finally decided to join you in complete nudity. He took out all the toys except the one in your ass and told you to ride him as he sat in one of the chairs in the room. He didn’t rush you as you slid down and weren’t able to take all of his girth inside of you.

Even the lube and the condom didn’t make things easy. You began bouncing on him and whining as he peppered your neck with hickeys of all shapes and sizes. You begged him to let you cum, and he said you could cum after he did again.

“But, Daddyyyy~” You whined.

Daddy pulled the leash, “Do you wanna cum by yourself?”

You pouted, “Noooo...”

He growled into your ear, “Then make Daddy cum first.”

You started to move your hips more, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good bpy.”

As horny as you were, you didn’t care about your moans being loud or that Hoseok was knocking on the wall probably trying to sleep. Namjoon just made you moan louder by surprising you with moving his hips deeper inside you, rubbing against the vibrator. He chuckled and pulled you back so that he could whisper and growl into your ear a single command.

“Drown him out with your moans, Jagi.”

“Yes! Daddy!” You just about screamed.

He held your hips and pulled you down on him more. You could handle it, but it was just a lot. You moaned and he threw an arm around your waist to force you back more. Your legs twitched and you whined so loudly as he did.

“Green.” You said since you could tell he was about to ask. “Fuck me, Daddy, please. I wanna make you cuuuummmm.”

He grinned, “Just what I wanted to hear.”

Namjoon lifted you up and switched your positions so that your knees were on the chair and he was pounding you from behind. You were a teary eyed mess as you screamed his title again and again. Daddy Namjoon was having the time of his life with his dirty little prince. He decided you had been good enough. Even though he loved when your asshole tightened against him as you tried to hold back another orgasm, he knew you deserved it.

“Cum for me, my Prince. Let me hear you scream my name!”

“Daddyyyyy Nam-joooonnnn!!! Ahhhh!!!”

An ocean of unreleased climaxes hit you and you shuddered as Namjoon leaned over to play with your cock to make it even more intense. You were leaking a lot more than you thought you were supposed to be. Namjoon suddenly pulled back, accidentally choking you with the collar and fell on the ground.

“What the fuck?!!” He asked, suddenly sounding concerned.

You were so blisssed out but were able to muster an equally concerned, “What happened?”

“You’re so wet, like that’s not normal, is it?”

You looked at the blue one seater and covered your mouth in shock and started to laugh.

“Hyung, you made me squirt. I literally soaked it. It’s normal.” You laid down on your back since he had taken you down with him when he fell. “You gotta send this to the group chat or at least take a picture.”

“This is...holy shit!” He laughed, snapping another picture of your first night having sex.

You then handed him the leash, “Round two?”

The two of you came many more times with Namjoon trying to get you to squirt again. He succeeded once more before the two of you literally passed out on the bed after he stripped off the wet covers. You could not move even if you tried. Namjoon, as exhausted as he was, carried you to the couch in the living room since he recovered first.

He even got you water and snacks from the mini fridge.

“I’m sorry to make you do so much on your birthday.”

Your boyfriend smiled at you and kissed you deeply, “1. It’s no longer my birthday since it’s after midnight. 2. It’s the absolute least I can do and 3. I’m way too tired to actually clean up in there.”

You kissed your boyfriend and laid in his lap, “Happy Birthday, Joonbug.”

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