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unsolvedjarin · 2 years ago

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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY…

pairing: (fernando alonso x wolff! reader)

note: is my first ever work on this site smut? yes. do i happen to not know how to write smut? yes. is this my first time writing smut? yes. is this a bad idea? probably. but we move.

content warning: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, verb tenses jumping like frogs in lakes

“And Fernando Alonso crosses the finish line in the Bahrain Grand Prix, ending up 4th! Not bad considering the Spaniards track record recently.” You hear the reporters comment, but it’s a distant noise. Fernando finally got out of the midfield fluke he and Aston Martin was having, and you couldn’t be more happy for your partner.

He, however, was even more enthusiastic than you. After smiling through the media pen, he rushes over to your motorhome where he knew you would be waiting for him. Meeting anywhere but your own places was too risky with the media being everywhere, and you weren’t ready to tell your dad just yet about Fernando. He completely understood of course, the age gap was something he knew your dad would take a long long while to warm up to.

He knocked 5 times on your door in a happy beat, before you answered it with a smile and letting him in wordlessly, noticing his good spirits. You were about to congratulate him on his good results, but the second you turnt around you felt his lips on yours and his hands on your body.

You indulge yourself in his taste for a second before, “Fernando we couldn’t possibly—”

He kisses your words away before you finish your sentence, one of his hands moving to your cheek and another still on your waist. Having sex in your Mercedes motorhome would not be an easy thing to achieve, but by god will Fernando achieve it.

He was kissing down your neck before you could protest again, his left hand moving from your waist down to the inside of your pants, fingers hovering just over your panties. Your back was to the wall of the motorhome, and you swear if he pushed you a little bit more the whole place would come tumbling over.

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your pussy was enough to knock all your senses out of you, however, and you kissed him back fervently as he suddenly pushed his digits into you, making you stifle your moan into his neck.

“Nando we really shouldn’t, my dad— ah— will come in any minute now— fuck right there— shouting profanities at no one in particular because Lewis and George double dnf’ed. You know we’re— oh my fucking god— gonna get caught.”

He suddenly takes his fingers out of you and you groan in displeasure.

“If you’re so worried about getting caught, why don’t we just stop?” He whispers in your ear with a teasing tone. The bastard.

“Asshole,” You reply, kissing him again and pushing him backwards until he’s sat on your couch. Proceeding to straddle him, you take your hand to his racing suit, gliding your fingers delicately from his chest all the way down to his cock, feeling the bulge so evident in his pants. “Or maybe,” you ponder, “we do stop, and your little guy doesn’t get any attention.”

“Please don’t call my dick little guy, mi amor,” he replies jokingly before pulling your Mercedes shirt up, kissing your chest while you grind down on him. “Always so pretty for me. I need more.”

In a second, he flips you over like you weighed nothing and laid you down on the couch, tugging your pants off of you as slowly as he could.

“Nando I swear to god, you better stop fucking teasing me,” you tell him, impatient. He chuckles before leaning back up to kiss you, then slowly making his way down your chest, taking your bra off effortlessly before moving down again to actually take off your pants, leaving you with nothing but your panties on.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that I’m the only one naked here?” You ask him, but with no accusation— he looked sexy in his black fireproofs. He kisses your inner thigh, a sight that would’ve brought any woman to their knees, before replying, “Relax, amor. I want to take care of you first, spread your legs wider.”

You follow his instructions with a hazy mind, not in the mood for any foreplay. Fernando takes your panties off slowly, kissing your leg as it goes along. He’s taking his time, he knows it’s making you want him even more.

“Look how wet you are for me, corazón,” he murmurs, pressing a swift teasing kiss on your clit. The action was enough for you to buck your hips lightly onto his nose, before he takes the bait and fully puts his mouth on your pussy, and begins to eat you out.

He moves like a man starved, holding onto your waist to take you even deeper in his mouth as if he wasn’t already. You try to stifle your moans with your hand to no avail, putting the other one in Fernando’s hair and pulling on it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated up your pussy.

“Just like that— god baby you’re so good— more,” you whine, grinding on his face. He moves his tongue around your folds, making sure his nose bumps your clit every so often to hear you moan even louder.

You throw more endless praises in his direction, “Oh my god, I can’t— you’re so fucking good— I’m gonna cum soon baby,” you moan out, unable to control your volume any longer. Passerbys outside be damned. You feel him speed up at your words, focusing on your clit and inserting two fingers into you to help, making you whine even more.

“I fucking love you Nando, I’m so close—” you mumble, gripping his hair even tighter.

“I love you more corazón, being so good for me,” he murmurs near your folds, the vibration making you moan again. He attaches his mouth back on your clit, and the feeling of his beard is starting to burn but you don’t care, it makes you want him even more.

He knows you’re close, he can feel your walls get tighter on his two fingers and that only makes him add another one in, making you practically mewl at the feeling.

Joined with his tongue circling your clit, the coil in your stomach uncurled and you felt your orgasm release, moaning into your hand that did nothing to hide your volume. You try to close your legs but Fernando keeps them in place, eating out your high with a satisfied look in his eyes.

He climbs up your body, kissing you on the way back like he did before, on your inner thigh, your torso, your chest, and then your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

“That was— fuck, Fernando. That was worth any trouble I’d ever get into,” you say breathlessly. He looked so pretty like this, hid away from the world, just wanting to be yours.

He gave you a light kiss on the nose before replying, “Told you so. You just need to trust me.”

“I do trust you, just not very much in the ‘sex somewhere my dad can find us’ part,” you joke, earning a chuckle from him and a long kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”

He kisses your cheek before settling his body on top of your bare one and replying, “I know. Of course I do, because I love you more.”

“Okay, competitive,” you mumble sarcastically. Before you could help him with his predicament, however, a loud knock startled the both of you.

“Y/N, are you in there?” A deep Austrian accent asks, muffled through the door.

Oh shit. It’s your dad.

You quickly attempt to put on your clothes, ushering Fernando wildly to move to the other couch. There was no other exit in the motorhome, which had you scouring your brain thinking of an explanation for this random Aston Martin driver in a Mercedes motorhome.

“Uh— just a second dad!” You shout, and Fernando could hear how frantic your tone was. Finally managing to put your pants on the right way, you open the door and lean on the doorway inconspicuously. “Hey! What's up?”

Toto Wolff, Mercedes team principal and scariest father in the world when it came to someone you were dating, took a peek over your shoulder— not so hard with his height— and saw Fernando sitting on the couch he just ate you out on, ‘reading’ a book with his legs crossed to cover his hard on.

Fernando looks up and nods at Toto, not wanting to say anything that’ll damn him. Toto nods back, but is still suspicious as to why a Formula 1 driver other than his own ones were in your motorhome.

He was used to Lewis or Mick there, sure, but this was just…odd, to him. “What’s Alonso doing in there?”

You look at Fernando then back to your dad, acting as innocent as you possibly could. “Oh him? He just wanted to escape from the press a bit. He was gonna stay in Aston Martin’s paddock but he wants to get away from them too at the moment, I’m sure you understand.”

“And he…chose your motorhome to stay in?”

“Well you know I can’t help but help people!” You replied awkwardly. The silence stretches out for so long that you just wait for the ground to swallow you up, before Toto shrugged and finally said, “Just came by to tell you that our dinner with Lewis, George, and Mick will be at 7pm instead of 6pm. Our debrief might take longer because of the double dnf.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll be there, I think Lewis is picking me up.” Toto seemed content with that answer and nodded at this, kissing your cheek and telling you to stay safe before walking away from your motorhome.

You sigh a breath of relief, glad that he didn’t ask any more questions about Fernando, although you doubt that’d be the last time they would see each other.

“So you’re going out to dinner with Hamilton tonight?” Fernando asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. His legs were still crossed one over the other to cover his hard on, and his hands were clasped together in the middle. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked like someone who was interviewing you.

Smirking at that thought, you reply, “Me and my dad are having dinner with the drivers, not just Lewis. You’re not jealous, are you?”

Fernando shakes his head, but you know him better than that. He uncrosses his legs before patting his thigh, “Close the door. Let me show you how much fun you can have before that dinner.”

Following his instructions once again, you close the door before straddling him with a grin, about to continue where you two had left off earlier.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, an oblivious Toto Wolff had accidentally dropped his favorite pen from his pocket just at the door of your motorhome. And he was about to come back and retrieve it.

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seungrem · 1 year ago

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Huening Kai x m!reader

‘Finishing What We Started’ ~*+

summary: After male!reader gets promoted to work for an idol group, he catches a particular boy’s eye. As no-one seems to suspect the two, they spend some time alone while on a retreat.

( idol!kai x intern!reader, smut kinda, top!kai x bttm!reader, mutual feelings )

emoji code:

🧸 ( lil bit of fluff )

🌱 ( oneshot / short story - around 4.5k words )

❄️ ( smut, +18, minors DNI )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

A long breath emitted from the mouth of a young man. Holding a small stack of tan files, he looked himself up and down in front of an office of frosted windows. His gray dress pants were neat, his sneakers pristine, and his white button-up complimented his gray ‘B.H.’ vest nicely. After deeming himself ready to enter, he took a step forward and used his free hand to knock, him then pushing his boss’s door open.

“Ah, ☁️. Right on time, per usual.” The boss stood up and greeted ☁️, who greeted back and very carefully placed the small stack of files onto the boss’s desk.

“Hello sir, this was requested yesterday. I thought I would take care of it for you.”

As the boss sat down in his gray suit, ☁️ stepped back to stand between two very nice chairs with green cushions. The office was somewhat large with dark blue carpeting, glass walls, and many desks that held achievements and framed papers.

“I admire how hard you work, ☁️. And because of that, I have a gift for you.”

The boss smiled and pulled a tan file from under his dark brown desk, pieces of paper inside of it. The boss took the papers out and turned the top one around to face ☁️. The boy leaned in to read it.

‘Personal assistant? For a boy group? .. This was supposed to be a gift?’

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t quite understand.. You want me to be a personal assistant?” ☁️ frowned at the sight of the paper, him looking back up to his boss.

“Oh don’t give me that look, this is a great opportunity for you! This is a relatively new group, and they have been climbing the charts for the past year and a half. It’ll be great for you! I promise.”

“Well.. are you going to find a new intern then?” ☁️ felt as though he was being demoted. Who would want to be a personal assistant?”

“I don’t think so, with your help our department has been ahead of schedule and paperwork. If I ever need you back here with me, I’ll just call you over.”

“Do I have an option?”

“☁️, you’re going to be getting paid well! You’ll be making more than some of the people working in this office.” The boss held the weight of his chin on the back of his right hand, as if he was thinking hard.

“Here, I’ll give you a deal. If you last a week helping this boy group, and still don’t like it by then, I’ll talk to our department ‘heads about a different promotion opportunity. The last personal assistant for this group got promoted too quickly, which made things hard for the group’s current staff.. though, now she works alongside me.”

☁️ nodded in understanding- the boss’s tangent was slightly convincing. He liked the idea of going from an overworked, unpaid intern, to a simple assistant who got paid well. Seemed easy enough.

“I understand, I think that I’ll take your deal. Thank you for.. this opportunity.” ☁️ smiled awkwardly.

“Great! I’m so happy that you’re agreeing to this, ☁️. You’re going to do so well, and not only for yourself. You’ll be of tremendous help to this group and their manager. I know it.”

The boss put the papers back into the tan file and handed it to ☁️. Unsure that he made the right decision, ☁️ thanked his boss and placed the file under his arm.

“I expect great things! I’ll see you soon, take care.” The boss nodded his head and ☁️ said his goodbyes. Taking his leave, he wondered how a personal assistant would be so significant in this group’s success. Slowly closing the glass door, ☁️ walked toward the elevator. After working for four months as an intern, he was now “promoted” to a personal assistant. At least now he’d be earning a salary.

After taking the elevator down to the ground floor, he stepped out into the majestic lobby and walked to the reception desk. With floors and walls of marble, there was lots of tapping from people going about their business. Walking toward a large, dark brown desk., he waved to farthest left secretary. She was a tall young woman with dark black hair, a person who had quickly befriended ☁️ during his first few days as an intern. The two spoke often, but ☁️ would always forget her name.

After chatting for a few minutes about ☁️’s meeting with the boss, the secretary became ecstatic.

“You should be happy, you’re spending time around a big idol group! That’s great!”

“Yes, I hope I’ll grow to like it. Do you end your shift soon?” ☁️ looked around to make sure there was nobody waiting in line to speak to his friend.

“I do, would you like me to check you out of work for the day? I was going to do the same in a moment.”

“That would be great, thank you! I’ll hopefully see you soon.” ☁️ took a step away from the counter he was leaning on.

“Of course, see you later.” The secretary smiled brightly and the two waved to each other.

☁️ approached the large, glass doors as beautiful oranges and pinks faded into each other over the sky. He stepped out into the city engulfed in warm tones, bustling streets ahead of him.

“You do know you’re an hour and a half early , right?”

☁️ stepped onto the stone staircase of a large cottage, located in the middle of the countryside. A large, wooden fence overgrown with pink flowers and tall grass surrounded the property. ☁️ looked around at the bight yellow sky, the sunrise illuminating birds and pink clouds. Turning around, ☁️ clutched his small bag and began up the stairs. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside the stone house.

A man in all black, including a black mask and hat, stood in front of the doorframe. He took off his hat and placed a hand on the door.

“Hello, yes, I know I’m early. I figured it would be best to come at this time.” Behind the man in black he saw other people in black running around. Many were carrying things such as equipment, dishes of sorts, and cloth materials.

“You figured correctly. I’m the staff director here and it’s a pleasure to have you join us.” He led ☁️ through the small building, the two dodging other staff members setting up skinny poles and cameras. “I heard many things about you, so i’m glad to have you join us.”

☁️ mentally rolled his eyes at the comment.

“It’s a pleasure.” The boy said as the two stopped at a table in what seemed like a dining room. The table had even more equipment scattered over it. The director called a name out and two women turned their attention from the table to the director and ☁️. The director introduced the two to him. The morning quickly began with many introductions, though ☁️ only could recall about half of them.

After a half hour of introductions and explanations, the director sat ☁️ down at the small dining room table. He explained that there wasn’t much that he needed ☁️ to do other than provide personal assistance to the idol group. Thus, the director instructed ☁️ to simply wait outside for a black van.

With a sigh, Cat sat on a small ledge of the house, waiting for what he assumed to be the arrival of the group. The sky was now clear and bright blue, the sounds of leaves and tall grass rustling filling the silence. After a few minutes, a large black van pulled into the dirt road. ☁️ watched from the steps as two older men dragged suitcases out of the vehicle, five younger men climbing out and stretching. Unsure of what to do, ☁️ walked over to the two older men.

“Hello, I’m the personal assistant for the group. Did you need help with the suitcases?” ☁️ held his hand out, prepared to grab a bag or two.

“Hello, I’m their manager, and we will take care of this. The boys have been complaining about being tired, though. Can you take them to their rooms? Make sure that they know all but one of them are sharing. We will decide where they sleep after filming.”

It was then and there that ☁️ realized that he didn’t know why it is that he was there.

‘Is this a music video set? Or maybe this is just for a retreat?’ the boy wondered to himself. His boss at the company building had informed him of who the group was, but of course he had forgotten their name.

He nervously walked over to the 5 tall boys, them all carrying a backpack. One of the boys had two backpacks, both of which seemed heavy.

“Oh, are you from another group? I thought we were filming a ‘To-Do’ here..” A tall boy tilted his head to the side, visibly confused. ☁️ was confused by his confusion, him furrowing his eyebrows unintentionally.

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you an idol?” The tall boy asked again.

“Oh, no. I’m here as a worker. I’m supposed to be your personal assistant.. or something like that.”

“Oh, okay.” The boy was tired, and ☁️ could sense the same feeling from the four behind him.

“I was instructed to take you to your rooms, so please follow me.” ☁️ felt awkward about their conversation, feeling that it was going to be a long day. The boys were ready to follow him, but ☁️ walked up to the one with two bags, him taking one of them and throwing it around his shoulder.

“I’m ☁️, by the way.” He said, beginning down the dirt path to the cottage. The five followed behind, slowly walking up the stone steps as if their energy was being spent with each step.

The staff weren’t running around at this point, most of them sitting around or talking to each other. Everyone stopped what they were doing as the six boys stepped inside. ☁️ smiled awkwardly, the boys behind him quickly greeting everyone. The room began to fill with ‘hello’s and ‘welcome’s as ☁️ led the group to the other side of the house. They arrived to a dimly lit, narrow hallway. There were three frosted glass doors, natural light emitting from the inside. ☁️ thought about the director’s quick tour, him pretty sure this was where their rooms were.

“The manager said that there are three bedrooms, so only one of you will get your own room. He also said that I’m not allowed to let you pick where you’re sleeping.”

The boys all grunted, clearly annoyed with the staff. They all looked at each other, and then back at ☁️.

“They said it was fine if you rest, though. So you can pick them now, just understand that it’s temporary.” ☁️ spoke formally to them, watching as they looked to each other again.

“How do you want to split up?” A boy with big eyes asked, looking around.

“I’m getting my own room, you guys can figure it out.” One of them stated, walking past ☁️ toward the room directly down the hall. Another one of the boys gripped his shoulder, pulling him back.

“No, you and Taehyun can share.”

The group began bickering about the room toward the end of the hall, though one of them stood behind and looked at ☁️. It was the boy who had two backpacks, him seemingly about to fall asleep standing up. ☁️ looked back at him, both mesmerized by his beauty and a bit worried.

“Uh, all of the rooms have two beds. Why don’t you get some rest.” ☁️ opened the door behind him, holding it for the tired boy to walk through. The room was a decent size for such a small cottage- the beds were a few feet apart with a nightstand in between. Wooden floors held beige walls with a few small paintings. Above the bed on the other side of room sat a large window with see-through lavender curtains. A beautiful view of a large garden with flowers of pink and purple added to the scenery of the blue sky. On the other side of the room, a large wooden dresser sat against the wall.

The boy muttered a ‘thank you’ and threw his bag onto the floor. He fell onto the bed, resting his head opposite from the window and toward the door. ☁️ softly placed the heavy bag from around his shoulder next to the bed, then dragging the dropped one beside the nightstand.

“Are you really our personal assistant? We haven’t had one in a while..” The boy mumbled as he laid on the bed, eyes closed. ☁️ walked to the bed on the other side, which was only a few feet from the boy’s.

“What makes you think that I’m not?” ☁️ asked jokingly. A cool breeze flew into the room, brushing against ☁️’s cheeks and neck.

“You’re attractive. And not wearing a mask like a lot of the other staff.” The boy paused. “That’s why Soobin thought you were in a group. I think.”

☁️ was taken aback by the idol’s comment, it making him blush and become nervous at the same time. Analyzing the boy’s soft features, ☁️ realized that he still didn’t know their names.

“Thank you, you’re attractive too. What’s your name?”

The boy opened his eyes and lifted his head. He looked at ☁️ sleepily. “You don’t know our names?”

☁️ choked on his words, a bit embarrassed. “I do.. I’m just bad with remembering them. I’ll know when you remind me.”

The boy laid his head down on his arm, looking at ☁️. “You can call me Hyuka. That’s what they call me.”

Two of the other members busted into the room, Hyuka immediately pretending to have fallen asleep.

“He’s already sleeping?”

☁️ recalled that the tall one was Soobin, but didn’t know who the one with the middle part was. He looked over to Hyuka, who continued to “sleep.”

“Yes, he just fell asleep.” ☁️ stood up, walking away from the bed so that Soobin could place his bag down.

“I’ll just room with Taehyun, then.” The other said, ☁️ following him out of the room and shutting the door softly. The other boy walked into Taehyun’s room across from Hyuka’s, and shut the door.

Now that ☁️ was warming up to the group, he felt better about the time he was going to spend with them. He walked down a few halls to the living room, where the staff director watched a tiny camera being installed into a corner of the ceiling.

“Excuse me.” ☁️ said, standing behind him.

“Ah yes, are the boys resting?”

“Yes, they are. Is there anything you need me to do now?”

“You should rest for a while too. You were here super early. Take the extra bed in one of the rooms and I’ll grab you when we film tonight.”

☁️ felt as though this ‘personal assistant’ job was unproductive. He sighed and nodded, grabbing his bag from a chair on the dining room table. The director followed behind him.

“☁️,” The director tapped the boy’s shoulder as he picked up his bag. He turned around quickly.

“This job.. it may seem fruitless at first. These ‘To-Do’ projects are mostly just a break for the immediate staff, which you are considered. Enjoy your leisure time with the boys before you become a lot more occupied during the promotion projects.”

☁️ understood his position now, him thanking the director for the explanation. The two parted ways, as ☁️ returned to the narrow hallway. He walked all the way down, opening the door very slowly as to not wake the boy sleeping. To his surprise, one of the boys and Soobin slept peacefully across from each other. Retracing his steps, he lightly shut the door and walked over to Hyuka’s room.

Hyuka snored loudly, causing ☁️ to assume that it bothered Soobin. ☁️ walked over to his bed and placed his bag down. He then grabbed a pillow, and walked to Hyuka’s bed. He placed the pillow beside Hyuka. Gently lifting the boy’s heavy head and shoulders, he quickly slid the pillow under. Hyuka’s snoring stopped, and he repositioned himself in his sleep.

Relieved, ☁️ walked over to his bed, passing out as soon as he climbed into it.

A pair of hands lightly shook ☁️’s shoulder. Slowly opening his eyes, Hyuka was on one knee in front of the bed. Behind him, the curtains blew a soft breeze into the room. White clouds flew across the bright blue sky as ☁️’s upper body rose from the bed.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Wanna go for a walk?” Hyuka stared into the boy’s eyes, almost without emotion.

“I’m not sure..” ☁️ rubbed his eyes and threw the blanket off of his legs. He looked over to the window, the bright atmosphere meaning that there was still time before they filmed.

“..let me make sure it’s okay with the staff director.”

Hyuka nodded and stood up, him then walking over to his bed and sitting. ☁️ stood up, grabbed his phone, and opened the door.

“I’ll come with, so we can just leave after.”

Hyuka stood up immediately and walked over to the door, holding it open as the two talked.

“What if he says no?” ☁️ raised an eyebrow. Hyuka smiled at the action.

“You’re our assistant, I command you to go on a walk with me.” Hyuka smiled flippantly, ☁️ rolling his eyes as he walked out of the room.

“That’s not how this works.”

Hyuka looked over to ☁️, grabbing his arm. Since the film director had left to his hotel, the manager had given them permission to leave for a bit.

“Be back in a half hour, please.”

Hyuka dragged ☁️ by his arm out of the cottage door, him only letting go when the door was closed behind them.

“Why did you want to go on a walk again?” ☁️ looked around at the nature surrounding the two.

“There’s a path over here. The others were still sleeping, and I really wanted to go.” Hyuka looked from the sky to ☁️, his eyes asking permission to begin walking down the steps and toward the path.

“Lead the way.” ☁️ said with a light smile. The two quickly made their way down the stone steps, and through the grass to the other side of the house. There was a wooden gate blocking the entrance to the garden, which Hyuka power walked over to. ☁️ assumed this was so that he could open the door for him, which he did.

☁️ laughed at the action and thanked him, Hyuka just nodding shyly. The two walked through the bushes and large patches of flowers, ☁️ pretty much following Hyuka as he wandered around. Eventually the two found a bench next to a small bird fountain. ☁️ sat after Hyuka, with their backs now to the cottage.

“We can see our room’s window from over here.” Hyuka turned around to look back at the cottage, ☁️ following his action. The boys gasped as they saw two heads looking at them through the window. Once spotted, those two heads jumped out of view.

“Who’s in our room?” ☁️ asked, somewhat annoyed.

“I think it’s Beomgyu and Yeonjun. They’re nosey.” Hyuka got up and took a few steps to the left. He turned around, motioning for ☁️ to follow. The two walked toward the end of the garden, where the path that Hyuka was talking about was located. It was a narrow dirt path surrounded by tall trees. Sunlight broke through branches above, illuminating small parts of the path. Hyuka once again opened the gate for ☁️, the two then walking side by side.

☁️ would occasionally look over to Hyuka as the two walked in silence, Hyuka occasionally catching his gaze. Hyuka’s face didn’t display an ounce of expression. His lips were sealed, and he was faced forward, aside from when he looked at ☁️.

After a minute or two of walking aimlessly down the path, ☁️ thought to himself out loud.

“I didn’t think idols were this.. nonchalant.” He looked over to Hyuka, who immediately glanced back to him, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” Hyuka responded, ☁️ noticing that he seemed almost offended by the comment.

“I just meant that you’re so.. nice. That’s the impression you gave me, anyway.” ☁️ stopped as the two arrived at the end of the path. A large opening in the trees displayed large green fields and mountains. The two were very high up, though it didn’t seem like their elevation was increasing as they walked. A brightly lit bench sat in a dirt area directly in the middle of this opening, large rocks surrounding the ledge.

Hyuka stood next to ☁️, visibly choking on his words. ☁️ felt bad for almost laughing at him, so he grabbed Hyuka’s arm and led him to the bench a few feet in the distance. The two sat facing each other, with ☁️ to the left and Hyuka to the right. ☁️ watched as the sun’s golden rays stretched across Hyuka’s soft skin, the boy finally finding his words.

“You’re nice, too. Idols.. I guess they get a bad reputation. You should get to know me more.” Hyuka looked from the beautiful view to ☁️. “I wanna get to know you more, anyway.”

☁️ was now the one at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure if Hyuka was just being nice or flirting with him. The two boys now staring at each other, Hyuka became embarrassed.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be..”

“No, no, no. It’s fine, you’re fine.” ☁️ didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, and it was clear that Hyuka thought that he made things awkward.

“I’d like to get to know you more, too. You’re sweet.” ☁️ placed a leg on the bench seat and turned his entire body to face Hyuka. The two smiled playfully, leaning into each other.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Hyuka placed his left arm behind ☁️, as he leaned closer. ☁️ now understood what Hyuka was trying to say. After a few seconds of him processing, Hyuka’s face was only inches away from ☁️’s.

☁️ used his pointer finger and thumb to hold Hyuka’s chin, directing the boy’s lips over to his own. Surprised by his own actions, ☁️ titled his head and placed an arm around Hyuka’s neck. Hyuka responded by placing his left hand under ☁️’s thigh and lifting the boy onto him. With ☁️ now brushing against Hyuka’s torso, the two made out passionately, Hyuka kissing sloppily. Hyuka slowly slid his tongue into ☁️’s mouth, him then doing the same. Their tongues softly brushed against each other as ☁️ ran his hand through Hyuka’s hair, Hyuka gripping his ass.

After a minute, ☁️ lifted his mouth away from Hyuka’s to catch his breath. Hyuka furrowed his eyebrows at the action, placing his lips on ☁️’s neck and kissing gently as a substitute. ☁️ rubbed his hands up and down Hyuka’s chest, panting as he felt the boy’s kisses turn into bites.

☁️ pushed Hyuka’s head away softly, the two looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Hyuka’s straight hair swayed as the breeze began to pick up.

“Don’t leave marks. If they find out th-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Hyuka lifted the boy again, adjusting so that ☁️ sat on his hard bulge. ☁️ began rotating his hips on Hyuka as they quickly returned to each other’s lips. Hyuka roughly anchored ☁️’s waist to his hips as he thrusted into him.

Hyuka was bulkier than he looked, and his chest was a fondled through his black shirt multiple times as ☁️ couldn’t get enough of it. As Hyuka’s thrusts became more aggressive, ☁️’s kisses got sloppier.

☁️ occasionally opened his eyes while they made out, the boy noticing that Hyuka’s skin became a bright orange color. ☁️ pulled away from the boy, removing his arm from his around neck and turning to face the sky. It had turned bright orange, the low, pink clouds lingering as the sun was beginning to set. Hyuka wrapped his arms around ☁️’s waist, continuing to feel down the boy on top of him. He looked up expectantly with soft eyes, but ☁️ only let out a troubled sigh.

“We should start heading back.”

☁️ gave Hyuka one last and sudden kiss as he lifted a leg off of the boy. The two now sat on the bench again, in silence.

“Did you know this was over here?” ☁️ looked over to Hyuka, who glanced back as he wiped his face.

“No, it’s our first time in this side of the city.”

☁️ wiped his face and nodded in understanding, him then standing up. Hyuka followed his actions, though he had to readjust the bump in his crotch area. ☁️ smiled at the boy as he shifted his pants around, Hyuka smiling back in embarrassment. His print wasn’t super noticeable in his jeans, anyway.

The two hurried out of the dirt area, and down the path as the forest began to get darker. Hyuka broke the silence after a few minutes.

“Why did you ask if I knew that the bench was there earlier?” He looked over to ☁️, though the dimness of the forest made it hard to see his facial expressions.

“No reason.”

“My intention wasn’t to.. you know, do that. With you.” Hyuka kept his gaze on the boy next to him until he responded.

“I believe you. Though, I think you wanted to do a little more than get to know me.” ☁️ smiled, knowing Hyuka wouldn’t be able to see it. Hyuka grabbed ☁️’s arm firmly as they continued walking.

“No, I want to get to know you. Seriously, I like you.” Hyuka’s voice became whiny, as through he was once again offended by ☁️’s words.

“I’m kidding, don’t worry.” ☁️ removed Hyuka’s grasp from his arm, and instead interlocked hands with the boy. “This won’t be able to go anywhere, though, you know that right?”

Hyuka remained silent for a few seconds, ☁️ sensing that he was unsatisfied with the comment.

“Why not?”

“You’re an international popstar and idol. Did you forget that?”

The two noticed the light from the cottage ahead. By this point, the sky was bright purple, only a few orange clouds still remaining.

“I can make it work. I’ll just hide you.”

☁️ rolled his eyes, though he thought it was cute how seriously Hyuka was taking their conversation.

“Okay Mr. Idol.”

Hyuka let go of ☁️’s hand to walk ahead and open the wooden gate’s door for him.

“Where have you two been?”

The boy with the middle part walked into the living room just as Hyuka and ☁️ did.

“Which one’s this, again?” ☁️ asked jokingly, though he didn’t actually know the boys name.

“You work for us and don’t even know our names?” He exclaimed, his ego visibly hurt.

“That’s what I said.” Hyuka smiled at the face the boy was making- his mouth was open ajar and his eyes were practically squinting. “Fix your face Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun glared at Hyuka, then looking over to ☁️ expectantly. “Well, where were you?”

“We went for a walk down a dirt trail.” Hyuka responded.

“And what’s on your neck?” Yeonjun lazily pointed to ☁️. The boy froze and looked at Yeonjun, then to Hyuka.

“A branch.. fell on him. On our way back.” Hyuka said with a perfect poker face. He broke the facade when he smiled awkwardly to ☁️, almost as to ask for help.

“Yea, the winds were really, well, rough. It didn’t hurt.. but I bruise easily. I guess.” ☁️ held a hand over the bruise and brushed his fingers over it.

“Right..” Yeonjun turned his gaze to Hyuka, who smiled innocently at him. Another boy entered the room, ☁️ not knowing this one either.

“What took you guys so long?” He said, walking into the open kitchen area.

“☁️ has a bruise on his neck.” Yeonjun yelled to him. Huening muttered the word ‘asshole’ under his breath as the boy in the kitchen looked at ☁️.

“Come check it out, Taehyun.” Yeonjun yelled again, trying not to smirk. Taehyun walked over to ☁️, Yeonjun motioning toward his neck. ☁️ hesitantly pulled down his top’s neckline so Taehyun could see it clearly.

“How’d that happen?” Taehyun looked to Hyuka, concerned.

“He got hit by something flying in the wind. We couldn’t see well because it got dark.” Hyuka responded, his voice monotone.

“You said it was a tree branch.” Yeonjun snarled.

“I never said that.”

“You just said that?!” Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows in both anger and confusion.

“No I didn’t.”

☁️ decided to play Hyuka’s game by teasing the boy. “Yeonjun, are you okay?”

Taehyun looked at Yeonjun and sighed. “The staff will be here soon. Maybe you should rest some more before they come.”

“I should beat you.” Yeonjun grabbed Hyuka’s shirt as Hyuka laughed at him, Taehyun grabbing Yeonjun’s arm and dragging him away.

“☁️, follow me so I can put some ointment on the bruise.” Taehyun said as he and Yeonjun walked away. Yeonjun grilled ☁️ about whether or not Hyuka talked about a branch. ☁️ just shrugged, which made the boy go feral and walk away from him and Taehyun.

Taehyun knelt on the bathroom tiles as ☁️ sat on the toilet. The idol carefully applied a cream over the bruise as they sat in silence.

“Alright, all done.”

“Thank you.” ☁️ said as the two stood up. Taehyun placed the cream tube in a small bag. He didn’t turn away from the bag, though he opened his mouth, hesitating to speak. ☁️ noticed and waited for him to do so.

“You should be careful, ☁️. Please, no more branches falling on you. Or Huening Kai.” Taehyun must’ve understood what was going on, ☁️ catching on quickly.

“It won’t happen again.” ☁️ muttered feeling embarrassed. Taehyun also sensed his embarrassment.

“At least don’t make it obvious.”

☁️ nodded, Taehyun finally turning to him and smiling. The two left the bathroom and walked down the hall just as the staff arrived with large duffle bags.

“We’re filming in 10!” The staff director yelled.

The filming lasted around 2 hours. The concept of the video was simple, and ☁️ sat behind the camera alongside the director, manager, and other staff. Simply watching the boys in silence, ☁️ occasionally adjusted his hoodie to cover the bruise, or played with the black mask around his face.

The five idols were each given a mission on a piece of paper. They had to find a specific object, though their papers only contained riddles and hints to the other boy’s objects. Soobin and Taehyun quickly shared the hints to each other, leaving out the other three. Beomgyu and Yeonjun teamed up against Hyuka, leaving the boy without any hints. Hyuka wandered around the house, not sure what it was he was loookign for.

Irritated, he gave up and walked over to his room, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. There was a camera hidden in the room, the staff laughing at Hyuka’s behavior.

The staff director snapped his fingers at ☁️, who immediately turned his attention to him.

“Deliver these papers to Huening Kai, please.” He whispered as Beomgyu and Yeonjun had walked into the living room. ☁️ looked at the papers and stood up, them all containing a hint to Hyuka’s item. ☁️ walked over to the room, knocking before entering.

Hyuka was surprised to see ☁️ walk in while they were filming, him lifting his body up to sit and face the boy. Hyuka’s face was red and his eyebrows were arched, making him look mean. ☁️ simply handed the papers to Hyuka, and tiptoed back to where the manager sat on the floor.

Eventually, Hyuka found his item before the others, his prize being that he got to have a room to himself. He knew he was temporarily sharing that room with ☁️, which made him express less agitation towards everyone.

The team began to pack the cameras and equipment away to head back home. The five idols were staying behind as the next few days were their mini-vacation.

As ☁️ grabbed his bag from Hyuka’s room, the group’s manager approached him. It was just them two, as Hyuka was still in the living room helping the staff. Standing in the doorway, the manager knocked on the door to catch ☁️’s attention.

“Hello, ☁️. Please feel free to decline the offer, but one of the boys asked if you could stay with them for the retreat. It’s only a few days, and the entire week will be paid. It’s up to you.”

☁️ recalled that his boss gave him a week to work with the group before he could be considered for another position. A week working while also on a retreat sounded great.

“I’ll accept. I just need a ride to the hotel to grab my other bags.”

“I’ll have someone drive you, please come with me.” The manager nodded, motioning ☁️ to follow him. On his way out behind the other staff, Hyuka grabbed ☁️’s arm and squeezed.

“You’re going to stay, right?” Hyuka asked in a low-pitched voice. He was clearly still upset.

“Yes, I’m just grabbing my stuff.”

Hyuka let go of his arm, watching motionlessly as the staff made their way outside. The sky was now pitch black, and light drizzle filling the air.

“☁️.”

“Yes, Hyuka?”

“What’re you doing.”

“I’m just scrolling through social media. Why?” ☁️ turned to face Hyuka as the two boys laid in silence.

“Can you come over here?” Hyuka was lying on his back, once again staring at the ceiling above. Rain droplets lightly tapped against the window beside him. ☁️ rolled his eyes and continued scrolling.

“Why, Hyuka?”

☁️ waited for a response, only to hear Hyuka sigh heavily. He looked over, seeing the boy turn to his side to face the wall. ☁️ turned his phone off and placed it on the nightstand, him then walking over to Hyuka’s bed. He placed his body down behind the boy, wrapping an arm around his torso. Hyuka turned to face ☁️, their bodies only inches apart.

“You still upset?” ☁️ removed his arm from around Hyuka, placing his hand on Hyuka’s chest instead. Hyuka pressed his hand on top of ☁️’s, guiding it along his pecs.

“I’m not.”

“Good.”

Hyuka placed a hand on ☁️’s waist, slowly moving that hand down to his ass. ☁️ felt his body heat up, which resulted in him once again grabbing Hyuka’s chin.

“Wanna finish what we started?” ☁️ asked, Hyuka then pulling the boy’s body into to him. Without saying a word, Hyuka climbed on top of ☁️ and placed himself in between his legs. The two locked lips and let their tongues run loose into each other. It didn’t take long for Hyuka to thrust into ☁️ again, though the thrusts were much more aggressive than earlier.

After another minute or two, Hyuka removed his shirt, revealing his muscular pecs. He smiled at ☁️’s reaction, him then tugging lightly at the boy’s pants. ☁️ was quick to kick the pajama pants and underwear off, watching as Hyuka’s mouth came closer and closer to his cock. Hyuka stroked it for a few seconds before shoving it into his mouth, quickly bobbing up and down. ☁️ couldn’t help but occasionally moan at the sensation. Grabbing Hyuka’s hair, he thrusted upwards into his mouth.

After a while, Hyuka pinned ☁️’s body down to the bed with one hand. He lifted his mouth off of ☁️’s cock, a trail or two of saliva following it. Hyuka then climbed off of the bed to take off his own pants and underwear. Hyuka’s legs were muscular and well defined, surprising ☁️.

He watched as Hyuka climbed on top of him, sitting directly above his chest. He stroked his flaccid cock for a few seconds before placing it right in front of ☁️’s mouth. ☁️ opening slowly, Hyuka waisted no time to thrust into it, making him choke almost immediately. ☁️ pushed the boy away to catch his breath, though Hyuka put it right back in. ☁️ was now the one bobbing his head on Hyuka’s length, which grew much longer as he began using his tongue. Hyuka ran a hand through ☁️’s hair, gripping the boy’s head to make him suck faster. Hyuka softly moaned, clearly enjoying the boy’s mouth.

He pulled his dick out and moved to ☁️’s side, Hyuka then flipping the boy onto his stomach. ☁️ got on his hands and knees, arching his back slightly as Hyuka positioned himself behind his ass. He grabbed ☁️’s shoulders and lifted them upwards so that the boy’s back was against his chest. ☁️ could feel Hyuka’s chest brush against his back as the idol’s big dick twitched in between ☁️’s ass cheeks. Hyuka leaned into the boy, turning his head and locking their lips together. The two rubbed their hips against each other as ☁️’s body became even hotter. ☁️ removed his lips from Hyuka’s and placed the boy’s hands on his waist. Hyuka placed his lips on ☁️’s neck, kissing on it once more. He grabbed his dick, smacking it against ☁️’s ass a few times.

“Ready?”

BONUS

“I thought idols weren’t supposed to get any action.” ☁️ laid on his back with only a tee shirt and underwear. Hyuka rested his head on ☁️’s chest with an arm around the boy’s body, wearing only sweatpants.

“We don’t.”

“Then how’re you so good?” ☁️ slowly ran a finger through Hyuka’s hair. He felt the boy shrug against his body, Hyuka clearly becoming sleepy. ☁️ rolled his eyes as Hyuka closed his, with the company the two provided each other easing them both to rest.

“Goodnight, ☁️.”

☁️ smiled as he continued playing with the boy’s hair.

“Goodnight, Hyuka.”

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snowblossomreads · 6 months ago

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Day 15 - Decorative Obsession

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Nobel Laureate Dr. Eli Michaelson (😂) x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Eli gets jealous and reminds [Y/n] who she belongs to.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut (p in v, student/teacher, facial (and not the one u get at a spa) )

A/N: Ah yes if it isn't Doctor Eli Michaelson Nobel Laureate 😂. Please enjoy this fun little smut piece for the world's Sexiest asshole. I swear I come up with the most unhinged things for this man I do not regret it.

There were a lot of things you quickly learned when you began your sordid affair with your Chemistry professor, soon after you had become his teaching assistant.

One, was that his pleasure came first when you two fucked around. Whether it be in the classroom right before a lesson started, or in his office when you were helping him grade papers, Eli came first.

Well not physically. Surprisingly, he always made sure you got off beforehand, granted that wasn't a very difficult task when he fucked you better than any other person you ever dated could. Him and his stupid large cock and knowing how to use it.

No, he made sure you knew he was in control of any, and all pleasure you received, and that what mattered most, was him getting to make a mess of you in whichever way he found sated his hunger for that moment.

It was a good thing for him that you were a bit of a sexual deviant, happy to be his toy if he wanted, considering it got you off as much as it did him. Maybe you ought to seek some professional help with that. You heard that the psychology department was taking volunteers for a cognitive trial for something or another. Maybe it would sort you out.

Another thing that you learned about him, was boy did he have an ego. Technically, you had learned that even before you were anywhere in his orbit. Considering he had a Noble Prize, it was easy to see why his head would be so far stuck in his ass.

Again though, only about a hundred or so people had earned that achievement in Chemistry, and him being one of them, surely did more for his ego than anything else could. Well, maybe also the way his students would throw themselves at him. Both because of his academic prowess and because of how good his cock was.

Look, you weren't naive, and you also weren't going to delude yourself that you were the only pussy his dick was finding a home in. Who cared? As long as was bending you over his desk every other day and making you come like no other man had, he could do whatever he wanted.

Shame you would lose such good dick after you graduated, but that was for future you to worry about. Present you, was having too much fun to care. And plus, he probably be more than happy to fuck an alumnus. It'd stroke his ego even more that you would come back after graduating.

Huh, maybe you should do your PhD here as well.

Oh yeah, and one last thing, for someone who like to fuck around a lot Eli Michaelson sure was a possessive asshole. That was something you found out more recently. Though, with the way he had an obsession with decorating your neck, and other areas of your body that people could see with bruises, you should have picked up on that earlier.

Again, it wasn't really a focus of yours when you were too busy trying to stay conscious and upright as he fucked you silly.

Kind of like…right now.

"F-fuck, fuck oh Eli!"

Your eyes, which you had no idea had fluttered closed as he railed you, shot back open as he slammed into you with a loud grunt. The tip of him pressing harshly against your cervix, causing hot ropes of pleasure to trail down your legs as they stiffened against his side. The burning engulfed your pussy in the most delicious way as you spread open even wider for him, one leg on each side of his thick thighs as he snapped his hips against yours with unbridled fury. The smacking of skin was loud, and very much obscene as your hands tried to claw at anything on the table, only causing the papers on his desk to fly off as you tried not to slide down from your position.

God thing he was fucking you so hard and at such a furious pace, that each thrust had you practically scooting back up on the desk.

Whatever had gotten into him, you didn't know but you sure did like it.

"Fucking!" -Thrust- "Little!" -Thrust- "Slut!" Each word was punctuated with him thrusting into you, and each time your back arched off the desk as a cry left your lips that still had the lingering taste of his cock on it.

"Didn't think I catch you rubbing up against that dumb as bricks grad student did you? Fluttering your little eyelashes with that stupid low cut shirt like you wanted him to see your tits!"

"Fuck Eli, ah! I was just, mmm fuck, just helping him! Oh god," you gasped, as he kept up his pace, cock dragging along your sensitive channel, "he was, shit aah, having trouble with gravimetric analysis!"

"Oh you were just helping huh? And how were you going to do that because he sure seemed more interested in what was under your shirt!" He snapped, as he grabbed at your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin as you squirmed helplessly against him. Unsure if you were trying to get away from him or get his dick deeper into you.

You were sure it was the latter though.

"Gonna suck his tiny dick and hope he learns by osmosis huh?"

Had you not been drunk on his cock, and your cunt not fluttering wildly at how deranged he was acting, you would have laughed. But alas that was for another time.

For someone who fucked around a lot, he sure was a hypocrite when someone else did the same. Not that you had any intention, or want to do that with that particular student.

"E-Eli Jesus, fuck!" You cried out as he leaned down on you, his body weight crushing you like a human-weighted blanket, and forcing himself deeper inside of you.

Your warm, velvety channel, was more than happy to accommodate the position, squeezing him, as he rolled his hips while mouthing at your exposed neck that was damp with sweat. "Unlike some people, I don't go fucking everyone that comes for help!"

"Well if I didn't, ngh, I'd be depriving you of the best dick you'll ever had wouldn't I be?"

He wasn't wrong there. But you didn't want to stroke his ego any more than you already were. Instead, you just opted to moan out your answer as he explored your body with a wandering hand. His hand moved up and down your tummy where he pawed at the skin, causing you to whine before he trailed himself up your front, wrapping a hand around one of your tits that bounced up and down each time he would force himself into you.

A little cry left your lips as he leaned down and bit at the perky nipple before his tongue soothed the ache, licking the swollen nub and sucking it causing your already sensitive body to tremble even more singling you were about ready to burst.

He seemed to feel it too as his thrusts began to speed up, hitting that spot in you harder, and faster. Your legs stiffened more and more as you let out whines that increased in volume, just like the sound of your wet cunt being fucked mercilessly.

You were sure your inner thighs were going to be bruised with how hard they were pressed against Eli, but it wouldn't be the first time, and it sure wasn't going to be the last.

With one more harsh thrust, your body seized, and your insides gripped Eli's cock, causing a shout of your name to leave his lips, as you shook underneath him while your orgasm washed over you.

"Eli oh Eli fuck, oh god," you whispered and sobbed over and over as your stomach twisted and knotted pleasurably. Your hips stilling rolling uncontrollably against his body.

Wave after wave of heat rolled in your stomach, and it took you a few moments to come down from your high. Only to find that the man above you was still hard and, that he hadn't come yet. Add to that your blurry thoughts and that wicked smirk that you barely registered on his face, and it was no surprise your foggy mind was confused.

"Wh-what are you- AH!"

Before you had time to finish your sentence, his cock was sliding out of your sensitive hole that tried to clench around him, and you wanted to whine about the sudden emptiness, but that was cut off too, as he dragged himself off of you, and dragged you to the ground unceremoniously.

You were about to protest as you got on your knees, but was quickly stopped by a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of his still erect cock, which was very angry looking and very wet from the both of you.

Had he not been holding you back, you would probably have dived right in and sucked him off. But it seemed like he had other plans as you watched him begin to jerk off in front of you.

"Fuckin' shit [Y/n]," he hissed the slick sounds of him pumping his cock now echoing in the room as you watched him with eyes still dark with lust.

A shock of thrill ran up your spine as you automatically stuck your tongue out ready to catch his seed, your hips already rocking back and forth as that familiar pressure began to grow again.

"Mmm yeah going swallow everything I give you aren't you? I bet you let me come all over your face too. Make you go to that useless piece of shit and show him that the only cock that's gonna use you is mine's."

God he was so possessive. Had it been anyone else, it be irritating, yet, by the way you clenched at nothing from his words, your body seemed to agree with him.

"Do it then, come on my face Eli," you purred as your hands found purchase on his thick thighs, and you lifted your face upwards towards his cock so he could make a mess of you. "Paint my face sir please, please, please want it all over me. Want you to mess me up please come sir please~!"

The wanton begging, paired with the way you licked your lips and humped the ground waiting for him to shoot his load on you, seemed to spur him into a frenzy.

He pumped himself faster, the grip on his cock tightening just as his balls did the same. Ready to empty everything on you, and before you both knew it, hot liquid began to spurt from the angry tip onto your face. It landed on your forehead, cheeks and some of the salty liquid landed on your tongue, which you savored as you watched his face twist in pleasure and a loud shout of your name left his lips as he emptied the sticky, hot seed on you.

"Tilt your head up," he gritted out, and while you didn't know why, you did what you were told, exposing your neck to him as he continued to spurt the last of his cum on you.

Hot stripes of liquid landed across your collarbone, and you let out a watery moan at the feeling of being made a mess of. God you probably looked insane right now with his cum all over you, but boy did it make your cunt want some more of him.

With that little show though, it seemed he had finally completely emptied himself as he let out a satisfied huff as he looked at you. A smirk crept onto his features as he took in his handy work, and you could only imagine what was going through his mind.

Probably something along the lines of doing it again or whatever. Not that you would protest. But what came out of his mouth next had you sputtering a bit with how out of pocket it was.

"Next time maybe if you show him that necklace I just got for you, he'll pay more attention to his work than thinking about fucking you."

A/N 🍆💦🍆💦😜

#rickmas2024 #eli michaelson #eli michaelson x reader #nobel son #smut #alan rickman character #blossom writes

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mschievousx · 1 year ago

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now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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x. ten: live that way

it was the first time in a while that the sunlight touched her face and it did not hurt. she stirred awake, the light seemed to be poking her from sleep. raine tossed, pulling the sheets deeper to her.

"i was afraid you will not be here when i wake up."

his morning voice greeted her as he placed a hand on her head and played with her hair. ah yes, last night really did happen. she buried herself on his chest, taking in his natural smell.

she looked up at him, her lips grazing his collarbone as she spoke with a smile, "anthony and violet are going to kill us."

benedict chuckled lowly at her jest, "they will not."

she returned back to his chest, closing her eyes once again. he planted his face on top of her head, seemingly taking in her smell as well. this was it. these were the arms she has longed for—the comfort she has been seeking.

"i am too tired." her muffled voice resounded.

he planted a kiss on her for solace, "it is alright. i will be here."

raine pursed her lips, deciding if she should say anything about her grave situation later and ruin the moment or not. but as we have always known, she was a frank one. it would not be her if she wasn't.

"this may be the last time we will be together."

"then i will wait for you."

he replied with ease, professing confidence amidst the direness of everything around them.

raine was sure though—that the intensity of the situation has not sunk in on benedict yet. she was with him, alive and well right now. how easy it was to be lost in the blissfulness of the moment.

she slowly sat up, leaning for a kiss on his forehead as she removed herself from the sheets, "let us go. they will grow wary of our absence."

raine clothed herself as the man kept his eyes on her. she turned to him, instructing that he follow down after a couple of minutes to avoid suspicion from the family. she turned the knob, exiting the room silently.

as she looked up to walk, she was met with a viscount already staring curiously at her.

"what? it's my room. ho—how was the ball?" she said in a pitched voice, quite defensively, causing anthony to narrow his eyes at her.

━━━ ✦ ❘ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ❘ ✦ ━━━

she ate quite the breakfast, treating it as if it was her last meal. at the very least, she was happy she ate with the bridgertons—the only family she has left.

after a meal for breakfast, she excused herself at once, quickly going to anthony's office with raphael in tow. they have been going back to back for strategies on what to do for more than two hours already, now settling in silence to let themselves take a breath. the colonel called for her out of the blue, the latter waiting for him to continue.

"lord high chancellor scott will be there."

she looked with confusion at that. raine was familiar of the man, yes, but she has not seen him ever.

"i do not know what he is like."

"raine, i have not told you one thing." he began, words laced with shame, "they took general's body."

in truth, she knew already. raphael would have done anything to bring her father to her even if a lifeless body. he would actually give his life to his superior since the general saved him before in the streets of homelessness too.

"i have figured, given that you returned alone without his remains. you would not have left if you could."

she tightly smiled at him, the most form of comfort they could achieve in this moment.

"it was him. he was there when they attacked our quarters, ordering his men." he revealed, regret in his voice on how he was not able to do anything to save the general in that time.

raine put her pen down, closing her eyes for a second before turning to him, "why are you telling me this just now?"

"i was debating myself whether i should." he replied with doubt. he knew how the girl can get mad easily sometimes, especially that concerning her family.

she stared out of nowhere, trying to think of something. an idea popped in her head as she spoke with a realisation, "we will use that to our advantage then."

"no, that's..." raphael seemed go have caught on what she was thinking. he showed his clear disagreement with her plan, "you will be charged for high treason."

"by questioning his person?" she scoffed at the idea of a soft high chancellor.

"by questioning his person, you are accusing him." the colonel retorted, his arms on his waist, thinking of other solutions as well.

"it is not an accusation if it is true."

"it is an accusation if we cannot prove it."

raine knew he was right. they could do nothing about it if they cannot prove it, "we can build the story around us, put the rest of the soldiers outside of it all."

he sat beside her on the couch, facing her calmly as if giving up, "they all knew what we were doing, raine. there was nothing like only the general and i. the whole troop knew the issue we found and the measures we were taking. they are all highly ranked men and were the most trusted by your father."

"i do not care." she said with a slam, staring him down with firm, "forty-six soldiers, raphael. forty-six."

despite her best efforts, a tear fell from her already luminous eyes. the thought that these men who should have been celebrated by their services are coming close to dishonor angers and pities her at the same time.

"i will not let you all die."

he placed a hand over hers, "we are soldiers. we have been prepared for this."

"not without dignity."

raine declared with might. she will make sure to turn the tables, and if it will not, she will fucking flip it over.

he could do nothing but nod slowly, accepting her point. he took a glimpse at his watch, ruffling the girl's hair as he stood up.

"it's noon."

she nodded, following the man outside the study, "gather them."

currently in the hallway, waiting for carriages after carriages to arrive, the second daughter caught sight of her and took her hand.

"raine, come. just for a while."

she followed the young woman up to her bedroom where penelope stands, waiting in anxiety. eloise gestured to the redhead as she offered.

"penelope can help you turn the people's favor to you."

getting a hint of what she was trying to say, raine tightly smiled at them, "lady whistledown?"

penelope stopped her tiny movements of unease as she turned to the silva, both of them asking her in chorus, "how did you know?"

"no," she ignored the question. she was a daughter of a general, of course she would know. she stepped towards the girl, addressing their idea to help, "i appreciate you both trying to help, but no. they knew of my father's activities and he was a general."

raine took the featherington's hands and held them softly, "my best bet is they know you are lady whistledown and is just letting you be for now since you have not attacked them directly."

"but you cannot go there like this." eloise voiced in distress and worry.

she did not realise that other people were being affected by her situation this much. the young silva thought she has managed to keep them off and away—enough that they would not need to worry. evidently, that was not the case.

"come here." and so, she placed each of her arms on the girls' shoulders, bringing them in on a tight hug. it may have been her imagination, but eloise let out a small sob as she wrapped her arms on her.

they exited the room after, descending it with begrudging steps. the carriages have arrived and are only waiting for them. the bridgertons gathered near the door to bid her farewell. she turned, addressing them for possibly the last time.

"i ask of you all, do not go anywhere near the palace."

the matriarch could not help herself but grab the girl, enveloping her in one of the warmest hugs the young one has ever received. violet kissed the top of her head, a gesture that says all will be well.

raine knew it was not going to be.

and so, she continued on her way, exiting the bridgertons' home to see the carriages lined up, all filled with soldiers. they waited for her to get in just as benedict came forward. he held her hand tightly, prompting her chin up as he caught her lips in his.

she tasted like heartache and war.

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the twelve carriages that contained the forty-six soldiers and loraine silva arrived at the front of the palace in a processional manner. a significant number of citizens have gathered. at the sight of the hottest topic of the town—the country, even—some were yelling in support to them and some against.

the viscountess, the colonel, and the major sat on the first carriage, the men exiting first. she followed, not sparing any look to the people. they could not affored to cheer nor smile. this was the deciding moment of their future.

raphael and raine entered the palace alone, the soldiers all lined up in a row outside, facing the people. they were greeted coldly and strictly by both royal guards and other military that she was sure must have interacted with her father at least once. they were guided into different rooms. she was given nothing but the wary and observing gazes of the unknown soldiers guarding her.

the colonel has been away for more than an hour now. she understood that they were interrogating him first, squeezing all the details before they would deal with her nuisance. not later than her own planning of her statements in her head, the door opened to reveal the man, head leveled properly. but, she could tell. that it was only his rank that made him still have the dignity to raise his head. however, the inner raphael? she could see him conceding and casting the head downwards.

she was prompted to stand up, them crossing each other as she left the room and walked towards where raphael came from. the doors opened to reveal the queen, brimsley behind, and the lord high chancellor with two other parliamentary members and two decorated generals, it seems.

raine sat across them all as lord scott did not waste time to begin his questions, "did you know of your father's treacherous plans against the crown?"

just by the first question, she already knew she wanted to shoot him. he was enjoying this, evidently on his tone.

"i did not."

he scoffed sarcastically at that, turning to the other members present as if gaining their attention, "i find it hard to believe, considering how close you both were, especially after the death of your mother and brother—god rest their souls."

it was a foul. mentioning them both amidst all of this was a great foul. she narrowed her eyes at him, firmly and armed as her voice sounded with confidence, increasing in volume.

"i did not know because there were no treacherous plans in the first place."

the members of the parliament leaned back slowly with their chins raised in an insulted manner. the two generals present turned to them with a curious look. ah, these generals are not involved in this.

lord scott noticed their interest piqued and hurried to push the matter to the young lady, "major general silva was reported of having questionable communications within the military force. we were monitoring him for months."

he continued to reveal the story he has crafted so well against them, "in the most recent event, he was caught exchanging fire with the british military, resisting in the quarters that must have served as their unofficial office for such activities."

she sat up straight with a piercing look at him, offense clear intended on her tone, "and who can attest to this?"

"girl, you question the credibility of the sources of the highest governments of the crown?!" he bellowed, sitting at the edge of his seat as the other members gestured for him to calm down.

"yes, in fact, i do."

"loraine, address the assertions."

the queen spoke for the first time. ah, she was not involved either. raine could tell she was trying to help, trying to get her out of this.

"your majesty," the girl began, turning to the queen with respect in contrast to the lord high chancellor, "my father was not a traitor and neither am i or raphael."

"where is the quarters where armand was unfortunately killed?" she asked outright.

the young silva could see right through the queen's plans. her majesty has conceded the matters of the girl's father. there was no saving his legacy—he was not saved already. it was a lost cause.

charlotte focused on his offspring, saving her from this is the only thing she could do for the family. and fortunately, the girl looked like she did not know anything.

raine had no words to answer at all. all the planning they did, all the stories she prepared—they went to the drain in just one question.

the queen waved her hand, the footman understanding her language. he opened the door and there enters raphael. he sat on the other chair beside the girl as charlotte continued.

"colonel montague has admitted to all suspicions." at the mention, raine turned to the man instantly, looking at him in surprise. the queen continued, "your lack of knowledge in the basic information of their activities suggests that you were indeed oblivious to the acts of treachery to the crown."

the girl glared at the queen, completely opposing her idea of helping. she declared clearly, word per word in firmness, "there was no betrayal from our end."

she clutched the couch, anger rising at their refusal to listen and acknowledge her side. other than being known for her unceasing confessions to the second bridgerton son, raine is also infamous for her hatred and passive-agressiveness.

"the colonel has copies of multiple reports that were altered to provide misinformation and cause mayhem in the military communication." her voice maintained the strength of her argument, "they were investigating it for months, even during my debut. we can call people as witness—"

raine held her tongue in time. she does not wish to put people on the government's eyes anymore. she swiftly dismissed the previous idea, continuing her previous point.

"the night they were ambushed on the way to the ball... tell them, raphael."

she turned to the other man who stayed silent the whole time, beckoning him to talk about what he witnessed in all actuality. however, the latter refused to utter a single word. she furiously turned back to the high officials.

"he saw the british insignia—the very people my father promised to protect the crown with." the young one spat the words with absolute hate, pointing her finger to the high chancellor, "and in fact, when they attacked my father in the quarters, you were there lord scott, were you not?!"

"you dare declare such accusation when you do not even know its location!" lord scott raised his voice, growling in her disrespect, "we are not here to address the matters of your father. he was a traitor. you are here to be questioned about your involvement in the said treason!"

raphael moved, raising his head to the officials with a determined voice, "i have conceded to everything. i have divulged all you wanted to know. the girl is entirely unaware of our activities!"

"oh, stop making her look like a child!" the high chancellor sneered at him, looking at loraine with sarcasm, "the lady has been raised by a general. everyone knows of your physical skills and marksmanship, taught by your very own father since you were young."

he stood up with authority, slamming his words with distaste. he stepped forwards as he pointed down a finger to stress his point. the young silva's eyes darkened at that, her mind going blank as he continue.

"there is no need to stray far from the truth."

he was too loud for her, his words biting her. she recognised this tension, this atmosphere. this is the battle. this is the war.

"you grew up mostly with him, taught everything by him, discussed plans with him, strategised with him," he paused, as if gathering his breath before he spat with malice.

"and committed high treason with him!"

raine stood up at once, unclasping her gun from her thigh in the process as she shot the man on his chest twice, his blood getting on her dress and features. the queen jumped and recoiled at the sound, brimsley nearing her instantly. the rest of the members jumped away and the generals reached for their guns.

loraine silva has shot the lord high chancellor.

one of the generals opted to reach for the actively dying lord scott, his hands on his chest as his mouth froze and jaw locked in neural shock.

the girl turned to the general and pointed her gun at him, "help him and see what follows."

he slowly backed with the queen gesturing for him to stay down as well. her majesty understood the young lady. she was not a threat to anyone else at the room as long as they were not a threat to her.

she walked to near the chancellor that leaned back helplessly with blood on the foamed chair, "you were right about everything but one."

she did not dropped her gun, still aiming it to his head now with clear dark intent. her voice was neither loud nor small, neither hard nor soft. it was the kind that would cause you to squirm.

"we did not betray the crown. we did not betray its people."

her voice did not declare war. it proclaimed the ending.

"and if we did," she leaned down to him as if whispering, "none of you will ever know."

raine stood straight up, sneering at the chancellor below her, "we would not have been as stupid as you."

she pulled the trigger thrice more—with no mercy or pity, with no regards of the people around her. seeing him finally stop breathing, she dropped her arm down, still gripping the gun hard.

"it would have done you good to know that i have his patience as well."

by the remnants of her rage, the future became clear—it's going to fall apart.

"your majesty," raine turned to the queen. the two generals behind her went for their guns seeing the girl's back on them. charlotte raised her hand immediately, halting the actions of both men as the silva continued, "the reports and all related documents are in the care of viscount bridgerton."

she dipped her head down in a bow for a few respectful seconds before standing back upright, feet together, leaning in a martial manner.

"i apologise for the mess, aunt lottie."

raine walked away, raphael following closely. he wanted to say something so badly, but was fearful of disturbing the already unstable state of the girl.

they exited the palace with no other encounters, likely because of her majesty's intercession. reaching outside the fence, the people tripling in number than earlier. they all yelled unintelligibly at the sight of them. her father's soldiers turned about face at their arrival. it was obvious that they heard the gunshots—her father's silver flintlock pepperbox has a hell of a sound.

gilbert returned raphael's gun, the latter cocking it immediately up in the air before firing. the crowd silenced in chorus as the girl inhaled deeply.

"each and every one of you has seen my father. major general silva had always been for the people."

while her father carried the rank of a major general, he was not disconnected with the people. yes, he was still distant for security purposes, but for a man his rank, he willingly shook hands with the people that deserved it.

and, armand often told her that he gets to shake more hands of the commoners and the general public than the officials.

"he was not a traitor. they have blamed their own treachery to my father, killed my father, and killed his loyal men—men that were all defending the crown and its people. this is what has become of our society. i do not care if you are busy with the social season and of other pleasures. this should be your duty as a person behind the crown."

she walked at the center, nearing them all so that they would hear her words better—words that they shall engrave in their hearts and minds, etched in their very soul.

"i stand before you all, not only as his daughter, but as someone who will never sit whilst injustice is apparent."

the viscountess silva's voice deepened with conviction. her eyes were flaring with truth and patriotism. she caught everyone's gaze and held it until it hurt.

"one who will not cover her ears against the screams of the dead."

"one who will not close her eyes in the midst of people abusing their power."

"one who will never sleep soundly whilst there are bodies of the wronged under each of our beds. "

all of her will went to her voice as she declared her final words to the public.

"this is the age of awakening. do not go gentle into that good night!"

raine continued to speak in the words coded by her father, the late major general, the superior of all. the forty-six soldiers answering with equal strength.

"min koimitheís ísycha ekeíni tin kalí nýchta!"

"orgí, orgí enántia sto svísimo tou fotós!"

they placed their right fists on top of their heart as the young lady and raphael found the royal guards and other military personnel. there was no escaping their situation now. what they did ensured only one path, and that was their head to the execution block.

the queen has ordered to not execute them on the spot. she reasoned that it would mean making them martyrs on the eyes of the people and they want to avoid that—although in truth, she pushed for them to have a private execution because that is what the two wanted.

viscountess loraine silva and colonel raphael montague turned about face to the rest of the soldiers. the latter saluted in uniform to the colonel, him returning it. they were saluting their ranks for the last time. she saluted the men this time, and by her surprise, the soldiers then turned to the young lady and saluted to her.

they were not supposed to salute back to her. she has no official rank.

raphael nudged her, prompting the girl to dismiss the salute as did the soldiers. a warm smile settled on her lips before both of them turned to the guards.

this is it. there is no going back.

and just as raine entered the vehicle to transport them to the cells, she completely missed the familiar head standing out from the crowd like a sore thumb despite her telling him not to attend.

once again, he could do nothing but hold his head down and shut his eyes at the end of the day. his palms formed a fist, biting his lips intensely as tears graced the floor under him.

every storm runs out of rain.

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 1 year ago

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Qingque X Reader-Hard Work

A little gift to a good friend of mine @tragedy-of-commons

Fu Xuan was worried.

There are few things that could shake her to her core like this.

It was something beyond comprehension.

It was Qingque.

At her desk.

On time.

WORKING!!!

Fu Xuan had to make sure she had not been poisoned or if she was sick and this was some fever dream.

This was unprecedented.

Her jaw was on the floor.

How was this real!?

What dark sorceries had been cast upon her?

Was someone holding her Celestial Jade board and tiles hostage?

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Qingque blitzed through the papers before her.

She wanted to get done as soon as possible.

You told her that if she got all of her work done today, you would take her out to her favorite place.

This was an opportunity she could not pass up, no matter how torturous it was to hold up her side of the bargain.

She’d get to eat her favorite meal, spend the night with you, and, if she was lucky, get off work early! She absolutely had to get this done.

No breaks, no matter how tempting they are to take.

For the rest of the day, she would be a being of pure determination and grit, to get through all of this as fast as she could.

No Celestial Jade.

Minimal amount away from her workstation.

At this rate, she should be done by the time the first couple of workers for the evening shift comes in.

That was perfect, she could be home, get cleaned up, and relax for a bit before she got to enjoy her night with you.

Just a few hundred more papers to go.

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Jing Yuan had never seen Fu Xuan in such a state, her hair was a mess, bags were under her eyes, and she was pacing a hole into the floor as she muttered like a madwoman to herself.

“Ah! Jing Yuan! Perfect!” Fu Xuan exclaimed as she finally noticed the general before motioning to the seat next to her.

“Sit, sit, we have important matters to discuss!” The Master Diviner stated as she continued to pace and Jing Yuan warily sat down.

What in the world was going on that had Fu Xuan like this?

Was it one of her predictions?

Did she see something terrible on the horizon for The Lufou?

Suddenly, Fu Xuan whipped towards the general and exclaimed.

“There is no easy way to say this, but I believe the Apocalypse is approaching. Qingque did her assigned work, all of it.”

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Qingque happily dug into her meal as she sat next to you.

This was the best date ever.

It was definitely worth all the pain she went through to achieve it.

Not to mention the congratulations from you being more than enough to perk her up from the exertion doing all of that work caused.

Though, she does hope you don’t expect her to start doing this often.

At least unless you're taking her on dates like this when she does.

That could probably get her to do this again.

You really were a terrible influence on her.

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happyhauntt · 1 year ago

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if my wish were granted — nikolai lantsov

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─── summary: anya likes teasing nikolai. it’s far too easy to get under his skin. this time, enjoying some peace aboard the Volkvolny, anya claims that she prefers sturmhond’s rugged looks over nikolai’s princely features.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: fluff, a lil angst if you squint, this is steamy with sexual references but no actual smut, i'd still put it as 18+ just in case, pre-established relationship, this might be the closest to smut i've ever written and i need validation so please tell me i did a good job even if it's a lie, mentions of past injury. oh and krysa = rat.

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The gentle rocking of the ship is a soothing lullaby to Anya. Curled up and warm beneath silk blankets, she feels like she is small again and her mother is humming a sweet Old Ravkan song in her ear, familiar and strange all at once.

Her mother, of course, did no such thing in Anya's youth — all those nursemaids and nannies — but the rhythm of it is still a balm on her soul. The rocking of the ship, the steady beat of Nikolai's heart beneath her cheek, the scent of saltwater on his skin. This is home, she thinks. She has never felt contentment like this before. She fears she never will again.

Nikolai stirs beneath her. He toys absently with the loose locks of her hair, curling honey-coloured strands around his fingers. A soft smile stretches over his face, and when he speaks, his voice is low and husky with the remains of sleep. "What are you thinking about?"

She looks up at him, so close she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. His lips brush her hair as he speaks, and something lights up inside her chest. A spark she prays will never go out. A sense of safety that settles over her only when he is near.

She doesn’t respond at first. She raises her hand, draws a gentle line down his face, from his brow to his chin. Nikolai shivers beneath her touch. Her finger lingers on his nose for a few moments, brushing lightly over the tailored crookedness of it. Nikolai tilts his chin and kisses her fingertip.

“Not much,” she says, finally, and it’s the truth. Her mind feels fuzzy and warm, and the air in the cabin smells like candle wax and salt. Though their country is wartorn and her thoughts are forever occupied with other, more pressing matters — here and now, her mind is quiet. Anya will savour this bliss, these fleeting moments of peace between them, for as long as she can. It is the only time he belongs to her, and nobody else.

His grin is wide and smug and edged with lovesickness. The tips of his fingers draw abstract shapes on the bare skin of her shoulder. “That’s quite an achievement. I must have done a fantastic job, if you’ve managed to lose your thoughts. I had worried it couldn’t be done.”

Anya scowls mockingly at him, but she cannot fight the smile that curls at the edge of her lips. “Alright then, sobachka, you asked for it. I was just thinking that I quite prefer your nose like this. All rugged and handsome.”

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that makes Anya’s stomach do somersaults. Muddy green eyes rove over her, as familiar to her now as Nikolai’s usual hazel. “I think I prefer when you used to call me krysa.”

“Ah,” she says, “but I didn’t kiss you then, did I? I’d call you krysa and push you into the nearest puddle. And you certainly weren’t this handsome then. You were still a boy, prim and proper and clean-cut.”

"But I was a soldier, darling, and you did manage to fall madly in love with me.” A muscle jumps in his jaw, and Anya feels like she’s won some kind of prize. “Is that not ruggedly handsome enough for you?"

"I'm in love with you, am I? That's news to me."

A low growl rolls through Nikolai’s chest and suddenly she's beneath him. He hovers over her like a Saint of all things unholy, propped up on his palms with a wicked grin slashed across his mouth, and he kisses her deeply, tongue lashing over hers before he trails lower, peppering open-mouthed kisses over her jaw, her chest, her stomach.

A calloused hand wraps gently around her thigh. The rings studding his fingers are cold against her skin. He kisses her broken knee, softly, reverently. Looks up at her through heavy-lidded eyes. "How is it now?"

"Much better." It had never healed right, but the pain of it doesn’t bother her much anymore. Anya is a soldier, after all. The salty breeze and the warmth of the air have eased the brittleness of her bones. Ravka's cold will be the death of her someday, she's sure.

The scar that remains is little more than a puckered white line, disguising the sort of damage that will never go away, not completely. She had a cane made for when the pain is at its worst, when the chill makes her bones feel like knives beneath her skin and she can no longer put on a brave face. For the most part, it remains hidden out of sight. She despises feeling weak.

"We're about an hour out from port," Anya murmurs, as Nikolai trails another line of kisses up her body. He ignores her for a moment, choosing to wrap her leg around his waist instead, humming against the column of her throat. "We should get dressed."

His heart sinks at her words, and he buries his face in her neck. He feels her hand curling into his hair, stroking idly through tailored-red strands, and he wishes there was some way to stop time.

He wants to press his lips to hers and kiss her until she's breathless. Wants to fuck her hard into the mattress until the rest of the world melts away and there's just this room and him. Wants to make her come so many times she can't remember her own name. Anything to keep her for a moment longer, soft and safe and happy, where the hell of reality can't touch her.

But Nikolai has no such power, and in the next moment Anya is pushing him away, shimmying out from under him until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. He reaches out with desperate hands, tries to latch them around her waist, but Anya merely casts an apologetic glance over her shoulder.

The battle is lost, Nikolai knows, and so he sighs. Settling back on his elbows, he watches her retrieve some of their discarded clothes from the floor.

“You look better in my clothes than I do,” he tells her as she tugs his shirt down over her head. She turns to face him, silhouetted against the golden light as it spills through the window. His shirt is long and loose on her, gaping at the chest where she’d pulled the ties undone. The hem just brushes the top of her thigh, leaving the rest of her long legs exposed in a way that leaves him breathless.

She reaches up and sweeps her hair out of the collar, allowing it to fall in tangled curls down her back. “That’s because I’m wearing them, and you’re not. Up now, Kolya. Procrastinating will not make me stay longer; we both have schedules to keep.”

When the Volkvolny finally docks in the port at Os Kervo, Nikolai kisses Anya just before she reaches the gangway. He keeps a tight grip on her waist but his lips are soft, tender, and Anya knows that if kisses could have a flavour, this one would taste of sadness.

Saying goodbye is always the hardest part.

When he pulls away, finally, he keeps her close. Their foreheads press together and his eyes are closed, as if he can keep her that way, as if the secret to making her stay is pretending she will always be there.

She runs her thumb over the bridge of his nose, over the knots of ill-healed bone that Tolya put there, to disguise Nikolai’s true features. When he opens his eyes, they are green and not hazel, and a bolt of grief streaks through her. She misses them. She misses him, so much, and he is still here.

She wonders if there will ever come a time when one of them isn’t always leaving.

Two weeks after she leaves, a letter from Tamar appears, delivered with the rest of Anya’s correspondance. Her laughter peels out of her office and if her employees wonder what has made their boss, usually so stern and sober, sound so utterly giddy, then none of them mention it.

Please tell the captain that you think he’s handsome as-is, Tamar writes. He keeps goading Tolya into actually trying to break his nose. Anya laughs until tears drip from her chin and the ink smears across the page. And if her next letter to Nikolai is a little more complimentary than usual, well, that’s a sacrifice she is willing to make.

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centipede-gutzz · 1 year ago

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🍞 KENTO NANAMI RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

A/N: ah...i love this man so much. sorry for not posting, haven't been in the writing mood too much. can you tell that this was starting to become more like a fic rather than a simple headcanon list ?

WARNINGS: N/A

TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, platonic/romantic, fluff

Companionship was always hard to achieve in your life. Ever since you were little, you were always seeing creatures roaming around that no one else seemed to notice. You've tried countless times to point them out; countless drawings of the horrid things you had to witness. Yet, everyone just saw you as an odd child with a wild imagination.

You've learned to ignore them as you grew older, perhaps it was for the best. Friends were still never easy; how is it possible to look someone in the eye when they have something clinging to their body as they complain about the constant feeling of dread and body pain?

An office job was the best thing you could settle for. Something to keep you busy from the amount of curses you see more and more each day. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, seeing how many times you had to stay late at night to finish multiple assignments that were given to you by your boss or others because you always said yes to help out.

Despite everything, there was always one person to stand out to you in your job. Never asking you to help, always in his own space, and the only other person to stay after work hours. Kento Nanami, you've learned the name after seeing some interactions with him and the other coworkers.

You don't know what made him so interesting to you. Perhaps because he was so similar to you in multiple ways, and in another that you don't know yet. For the first time in who knows how long, you decide to pursue some sort of acquaintance with someone else, throwing out the fears of being avoided that plagued you for years.

PLATONIC

☆- you honestly didn't know how to converse with him as you start to gather up some courage. simple "good mornings" will have to do for now. you give a small nod to him and muster up a kind smile (that seems more tired than you'd like it to be).

☆- he seems to warm up to it, eventually starting to say good morning back to you and the occasional wave.

☆- nanami seemed to be a bit more comfortable with small talk, asking you about your day and if things have been treating you well. you both know the answer to that, but it still means a lot to you that he asks about your wellbeing.

☆- one day, you gave him an extra sandwich you bought for lunch. he didn't have anything for once, and you wanted him to eat to get more energy for the day. he refused at first, saying that it was your own but you only insisted he take it. he eventually did, thanking you with a small smile on his face (you knew he was capable of smiling, but it still felt like some rare occurrence).

☆- he started to help you with more late work, the constant workload on your shoulders easing up as time went by. both of you got into a little rhythm of helping each other out with whatever else needed to be done.

☆- you both finally had some time to bond outside of work, going to some food places to try out new things that both of you wanted the other to try. food always seemed to be a topic each day from then on.

☆- it was a normal day at work, lunch break was taking place as you and nanami eat some leftovers that he made from dinner (a recipe that he wanted to try and offered to make you some). a curse popped up on your shoulder, making you jump and swat away at it.

☆- nanami could only look at you in surprise, asking you if you were able to see the curse as well. your eyes widen as you quietly nod, explaining how you were never able to find someone like you and were unable to get rid of them no matter how hard you tried.

☆- he stayed silent for a moment before swiping his hand in front of the curse, making it disappear with a small shriek. you rub your shoulder and look at him in amazement, expressing your thanks.

☆- a lot is to be shared after this moment. you both share each other's personal experience with curses, with his being more informed and in depth with people he's lost and the world he left behind.

☆- "you don't to seem to be faring any better here too," you tell him. he sighs, agreeing with a small, tired smile.

☆- despite his work troubles, you were there to make things more better for him. he enjoys your company and wishes for it to stay that way. "as selfish as that may seem," he says with a sheepish laugh.

☆- you assure him that it's not selfish to want companionship, since it's something you've been wanting your whole life. he's someone who's become prominent in your lonely life now, and you hope that he sticks around.

ROMANTIC

☆- a more deeper relationship is something that you would have to ask for. nanami is unsure about how you feel and gives you that choice to pursue something more.

☆- if you don't say anything or wish for things to stay the same, he quietly accepts the friendship you both have. if you do feel the same...he wouldn't mind a simple confession. or anything that just feels like something you would do.

☆- it could be a normal day at work or lunch, with the addition of asking him if he wants the relationship to be something more. perhaps you treat him out to a nice restaurant that he's been eyeing lately and pop the question there. whatever you decide, he hopes that you don't notice the extreme giddiness he feels behind the warm smile he gives you as he accepts.

☆- not much else changed once you two got together, just add more romantic gestures and inviting you to dinner at his place.

☆- he's not much of a PDA person...everything is indoors. he'll hold your hand or keep you close to him in crowded places.

☆- nanami remembers EVERYTHING that you like and dislike, especially when it comes to food. you would think he has it all written down somewhere, but it's all just mental notes. and god, his heart just flutters if you do the same for him.

☆- it's takes a good bit before you both share a kiss. he took you back home late at night after a nice outing, leaving a small kiss on your lips. it's a reoccurring topic, your flushed face always being one of the things he will never forget (to your embarrassment).

☆- when he decides to return to his roots as a jujutsu sorcerer, he's REALLY worried about you being somewhat involved of having to experience that same loss he did back then.

☆- you have to assure him that he's strong and won't let anything kill him that easily. no matter how he dies, he won't go down without taking something down with him.

☆- it's a steady start back, but it's not long until you meet some of nanami's old "friends". gojo seems to be the one who pisses him off the most.

☆- he's all around nanami, asking questions about you and "how did you manage to bag such a cutie with an attitude like yours?" his voice is teasing and nanami looks like he wants to quit already.

☆- you both are often visiting each other's homes. he comes over for dinner and tells you about his day (possibly leaving out a few gorey details). he never fails to notice that lovestruck look in your eyes whenever you listen to him talk.

☆- dinner ends up being a little movie date on your couch, ending up with either one of you falling asleep on the other. you smile in your sleep whenever he kisses you on the forehead and whispers sweet words to you.

#📃 headcanons #💥 not a request #⭐️ platonic #❤️ romantic #☀️ fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x gn reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x gn reader

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heartforsunoo · 6 months ago

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INTERVIEW

HEESEUNG: “I feel like I’m at a place where I can excel at anything”

ENHYPEN ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream- comeback interview

2024.11.23

In his first “-note,” dated July 7, 2020—back when he was still a trainee—HEESEUNG took a look back at each of his lessons for the day, showing a serious thirst for improvement. Fast-forward to today, where the idol, having now achieved his long-held dream of becoming an artist, says he’s “at a place where” he “can do excel at anything”—a major transformation that includes going from a trainee anxious to debut to an artist performing with utmost confidence under stadium lights.

You’re celebrating the fourth anniversary of your debut. Have you ever rewatched those old “-note” videos you made, by any chance?

HEESEUNG: Ah… I get so embarrassed now that I can’t watch them all the way through. (laughs)

I remember in the “-note” you filmed the day ENHYPEN was formed, you talked about how you felt when you found out you would be debuting with your group. You said you “kind of felt sad inside, but I was emotionally really happy.”

HEESEUNG: That’s true. Why did I feel sad about it? Wow—I have no idea. (laughs) I guess I was anxious at the time and felt like it was really happening? I’d been keeping myself strictly disciplined for four years, and now that I was finally debuting, all those bottled-up emotions burst out of me. That’s probably why I said that.

I rewatched your first “-note,” and in it, you talked about where you had room for improvement while reflecting on the practice you did that day.

HEESEUNG: I was kind of anxious when we were filming I-LAND. Honestly, after years of almost nonstop prep for the debut, I was having a bit of a tough time. Even after the show ended and we debuted, I felt so impatient. I felt impatient about everything. Debuting wasn’t the end of it. My goal when I wanted to debut was just to become part of a group, but then, of course, once I accomplished that, something else had to come next. I looked around thinking, “What do I do now?” There were already so many people who are good at music and at performing. The first time I went to an awards ceremony and realized “these people are my competition,” it was scary and inevitably made me even more anxious and impatient. But now I feel like my own comfort is the most important thing. What hurts my pride is if I get nervous onstage. It feels like I’m bringing myself down if I get nervous.

In a “-note” from August, you said, “But to ENGENE who have seen me since I was 20, it must be very interesting… I feel like I’ve changed a lot from who I was then… I definitely feel happier as the years go by.” Is the fact that you don’t feel nervous anymore a part of that change?

HEESEUNG: I think it’s because it’s been about four years now. I try not to be impatient or feel nervous, and try to be relaxed at all times. I don’t even need to go out of my way to think about shaking out my nerves. I try not to even think about it—I just get on with it. I think clearing your mind and holding onto a bit of tension while you’re onstage is the best way to go. The same goes for everyday life. Here’s to easy, worry-free living. And to being open and just being comfortable doing things your way.

You seem much more comfortable expressing your emotions now.

HEESEUNG: I think I’ve become a little more human since back then. Nowadays, I just talk about however I’m feeling, which I find kind of funny. I actually feel like I need to tone it down a bit now. (laughs) But life’s taught me that there’s more upsides to expressing your emotions than downsides. When you’re open about your feelings, communication is a breeze. If I’m not clear about things, I end up regretting it later. I speak up even if it feels a little unpleasant at the moment, or try a different approach. It can be a hassle but it’s always better that way. So at this point, I feel like I’m at a place where I can excel at anything.

During the LIVE celebrating the fourth anniversary of the group, you reminisced about the I-LAND era with the others. I thought the words, “Don’t worry, guys, I’ll start, and make sure it works no matter what,” really cut to the pressure you felt throughout the show. Do you feel more relaxed within the group now?

HEESEUNG: I actually said that out of fear. I was a little scared at the time, and I wanted to do well. Now I don’t feel that in the slightest. When we go onstage, it’s like, “Oh, dopamine. This’ll be fun.” I’m the oldest of our Gen Z crew, after all. (laughs) We’ve got pretty good teamwork. We’re having some fun as we go. (laughs) Everyone does their own thing too, but we share the same goal, so it’s like we kind of come together? It’s really unique and fun like that. That’s when I realized I used to have a very rigid idea of what a team is before.

Your closing remarks at the WALK THE LINE concert in Goyang left a big impression: “Honestly, we’re human too, so we have our own share of tough times. But since each and every one of us is so kind and warmhearted, we don’t let it show, and work hard, and help each other out, and things that seemed impossible before became possible.” It seems like you tweaked your teamwork while getting ready for the tour.

HEESEUNG: Whew, that was 100% genuine. Honestly, I don’t think there’s anyone as pure and kindhearted as the members of our group. I’m 23 now, and you meet more and more people out in the world. But truly, the other members are so pure and such incredibly kindhearted people. I’m so grateful how they’re understanding even when I make occasional mistakes.

On the other hand, performing the fan dedication song “Highway 1009,” which you produced yourself, during the WALK THE LINE tour must have been a special experience for you.

HEESEUNG: Oh… I got emotional but tried really hard to hold back my tears. It absolutely filled my heart to the brim. Writing a single song is always an incredibly long process. From sitting alone in the studio and thinking, “Ah, what’ll I do…” and then having that, “Aha, here we go, okay!” feeling, to writing lines, recording vocals, getting approval, and directing, then hearing that melody booming out at a huge concert venue—it was so surreal. It made all the hard work feel so rewarding.

Between doing the FATE PLUS tour and starting the WALK THE LINE tour, in what ways do you feel you’ve grown from performing so much?

HEESEUNG: First there was all this anticipation for the new tour. During the stadium tour, I felt the importance of performing live yet again. I have a really good ear for when I wobble even slightly in pitch during live shows, so I worked through that with a lot of practice.

In the “-note” where you revealed the demo of “Highway 1009,” you said, “I think I was more afraid about working on music than I realized.” I was surprised to hear you say that. You sound very attentive when it comes to songwriting.

HEESEUNG: It’s comparable to cooking, where you get a little nervous when someone tries something you made. “How is it? Is it bad? Too salty? Too sweet?” Kind of like that. But if they tell you something tastes off, then of course I have to fix it—because, whether objectively or subjectively speaking, something’s not right. That was a decent analogy, wasn’t it? (laughs)

You talked about making your own songs in a previous Weverse Magazine interview, and you called yourself “super stubborn.” You seem very open to feedback, though.

HEESEUNG: I mean, it’s not a big deal to change something. (laughs) I have my stubborn moments, but when I’m writing a song, I tend to be super receptive to feedback.

I understand you also prepared meticulously for the making of ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream-.

HEESEUNG: For the single “No Doubt,” the group talked about which musical eras it evokes and how it sounds like older R&B. We also checked out a lot of different music and videos of live performances. We’ve been having lots of meetings on the direction our music should ultimately take as well—whether that means taking a somewhat different approach in terms of genre, wanting to have more hip hop vibes, or something else—but regardless, we have to engage in friendly competition with each other. I think you have to spur each other on when you’re making music.

How was it practicing for “No Doubt” after all that discussion? You’re the one who starts the song off, right?

HEESEUNG: I liked it. (laughs) When I first heard the song, it felt like something I knew I could already do, but something that would be fairly new for the group. The choreography’s way more intense than it looks, too—so much so that it beefed up my legs, even though I don’t work out much. So now I have some muscle in my legs. (laughs) The part in the chorus where we dance with our hands in our back pockets is the highlight of the choreo, and I love that part. It felt like the highlight to me, even when we were shooting the music video.

ROMANCE: UNTOLD, and ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream- after it, revolve around a highly jealous, very lonely vampire boyfriend. Is it similar to your own definition of love?

HEESEUNG: I don’t think of jealousy as love. (laughs) Love is… I don’t know. But I don’t think jealousy is it. That’s just something that arises from feeling insecure.

You said you don’t know much about romance, yet ENHYPEN sings about romantic vampires.

HEESEUNG: Good point. I guess the somewhat idealistic parts of our song lyrics have become a good example for me to follow. (laughs)

Did HEE-roducer make another appearance when you were directing and giving ideas to the other members during the recording sessions for ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream-?

HEESEUNG: It never quite reached HEE-roducer levels (laughs) but I did give some feedback on little things here and there during dance rehearsal this time around. Oh—but it’s not like I’m a dance drill sergeant or anything. That would be JUNGWON. (laughs)

You talked in that previous interview about the other ENHYPEN members’ strengths from the perspective of HEE-roducer. What do you consider to be your own strengths?

HEESEUNG: For me… I think my strength is doing things without anyone having to tell me to—trying out creative, new things on my own. And if I’m being honest, I think I’m pretty well-rounded. (laughs)

Is that how you got started with producing—by trying new things?

HEESEUNG: It was to understand myself better. I felt like I wanted to get to know myself. There’s still things about me that I thought I knew but actually don’t, and I think I can uncover those things through music. I want to release my own mixtape and perform it onstage. Oh, and actually, I recently did something I’ve been wanting to do! It was just a cover, but it was part of my dream to perform onstage solo. I covered “Can’t Feel My Face” by The Weeknd at Music Bank in Madrid.

You always struck me as someone who only puts something out into the world when you feel it’s completely ready, but interestingly, during a Weverse LIVE, you said that the performance “was more fun because I didn't really practice before going.”

HEESEUNG: It was almost like a freestyle performance, but it was fun—really fun. Hearing 30,000 people there all cheering just for me was… fun. (laughs)

So you weren’t nervous then, either?

HEESEUNG: For that show? Of course I was nervous. (laughs) But it’s one thing to not want that feeling and another thing to just not feel it. (laughs) I was warming up my voice and practicing my moves until 10 seconds before I went on, but as soon as I got up there, I thought, “Wow, this is gonna be crazy fun,” and all that nervousness turned into excitement.

What motivates you to work like that?

HEESEUNG: How I felt about my dream when I was younger, I guess?

How does it feel now that you’re living your childhood dream?

HEESEUNG: It feels unreal. I didn’t expect to reach this point in my life so soon. It was just four or five years ago that I was worried and skeptical, like, “Can I really do this?” But now I can hardly remember those days of self-doubt because I’m living the dream.

So what would you like to accomplish together with ENHYPEN?

HEESEUNG: My dream with ENHYPEN is to be even better. It’s not about the numbers—it’s about being able to express more through our performances and through our music, and receiving recognition for it. There are certain things in this industry that are set in stone, and I want to break through that. I said at the WALK THE LINE concert in Goyang that I felt like I needed to become a grown-up. Basically, with that, I was signaling that I could show a different side of myself than I used to. I buried my feelings deep down when I was a trainee, and in the same way, I had a bottled up thirst in a musical sense, too. So perhaps it was me hinting that I’m going to change a bit now? Come to think of it, it sounds a bit cringey for someone who isn’t [a hero like] Jeon Woo-chi. (laughs)

#kpop #enhypen #weverse #interview #kpop enhypen #heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #heeseung enhypen #이희승

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kevin-day-is-bi · 8 months ago

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i just saw that halloween ask game you're doing for this month 👀👀

so trick or treat, dealers choice on ship 🥰🍬

- mel 💜

Dick absentmindedly pressed on the cut on his arm as he watched his target. The man was standing in a small office in a warehouse, talking on the phone. He didn't look happy. Dick could relate.

"Nightwing, report. Your tracker is offline."

Ah, that had been an argument and a half. Of course, if Bruce would stop sneaking tracers onto Dick's suit, Dick wouldn't have to keep ruining them. They couldn't be cheap.

"I'm on a case."

"Your tracker should be online. I need to know your location."

In the window, the man hung up the phone. He was smug now. He had never made that expression, before.

"No, you don't," Dick responded, before pulling the comm out of his ear. He glared at the device in his hand before gently tucking it away in a pocket.

The man was gone. Dick straightened. This could be a chance to place a bug in his office. Not really Dick's style, honestly. He preferred the physicality. But with any luck, he wouldn't have to get physically near the man ever again. Without fully meaning to, he pressed on his wound again.

He heard the footsteps a split second before the voice spoke.

"You're getting awfully snoopy, dick."

Dick stood from his crouch slowly, hands out and low. He turned head first, the sight of the white streak of hair still sending a wave of shock through his heart.

"Jason."

Jason had a gun aimed at his head. Not particularly surprising. Dick had been trained out of being startled by guns a long time ago, but that didn't mean he was stupid. It was still a loaded gun.

"You have ten seconds to say what you're doing here."

"I wanted to...to see you." Dick was a little unhappy to be so truthful so early. He wanted to fire a quip off, maybe some clever wordplay.

Jason cocked the gun. He wouldn't shoot Dick. Maybe.

"Why."

God, Jason looked...he looked exactly how he was supposed to. The rage that had been present in his fifteen-year-old self had looked so out of place, but now the hard line of his mouth fit him perfectly.

"I want you to-"

Come home. No. Dick didn't, really. The Manor hadn't been his home in a while, longer than it hadn't been Jason's. And what would that achieve? An argument ending in a fight ending in a trail of bodies. Dick didn't want Bruce to have Jason. He wanted to have Jason.

"I just needed to-to make sure it was..."

Jason tilted his head, looking every inch the villain that the Red Hood's file painted him out to be.

"I'm sure the old man ran a dozen tests to make sure it was me."

No, that wasn't what Dick meant. He couldn't find the words, didn't really want to find the words. Jason had sliced open Dick's arm. Dick had felt him, felt the warmth of his skin, the solidity of his body. Dick...missed that, maybe? Having Jason close again had felt like a drug, and now Dick was pretending he wasn't craving it.

He hadn't touched Jason all that much before his death. Too much teenage angst, not enough clear roads between Blüdhaven and Gotham. There was no precedent for this.

"I missed you," Dick said, aiming for honesty. As close to it as he felt capable of getting.

Jason laughed. It was a creepy sound that died too soon in the cold air.

"Last time you saw me I beat your ass. Time before that you didn't know it was me. Time before that I was fifteen. You either have a death wish or haven't gotten the message yet. Robin doesn't exist anymore." Jason's shoulders stayed low and his voice remained even. He sounded a little bored, actually. It felt like there was a hook behind Dick's ribcage, yanking him forward. He needed to be interesting. He couldn't have Jason leave again.

"The first thing," Dick said before he had really planned to say anything at all.

Jason scoffed. Dick kept going, distantly aware of the fact that he was tripping down sentences without actually knowing where he was going. "Maybe you're just really good at fighting. All my bad guys this week were too easy."

Jason's chin dropped. Dick had been rubbing the bandage on his arm against his hip without realizing it.

The gun wobbled. Jason's chest rose and fell.

"Take off your mask."

Dick blinked. This felt like a test. Slowly, he reached up and peeled the mask off. It hurt like hell, and he was left blinking in the altered light. Jason kept the gun trained on him.

"Say it again. Look at me and tell me again why you're here."

This was Dick's chance. Honesty could win. He still wasn't sure what winning meant, but whatever. He would make it work. He stared at Jason's mask and said,

"I miss you."

"What's your goal here?" Jason sounded amused, which wasn't what Dick had been aiming for at all. Annoyance and frustration mixed in his stomach.

"I don't know, okay? I just-" Dick gestured helplessly. Jason's face, half amused and half blank, was no help. "I want...I want you..."

He had nothing else.

Jason's face was doing something complicated. His mouth couldn't seem to agree with what his forehead wanted to do.

"Will you do anything to have me?" Jason's voice was a little too loud now.

Dick hesitated. He imagined Jason pressing the gun into his hand and shuddered.

"No," he whispered.

"No, you wouldn't...let's say for example, shoot a drug dealer for me."

Dick felt sick. There was something about that for me that made him want it horribly. He wanted to do things for Jason.

"Oh," Jason said, and then he started laughing so hard that the gun wavered. "Oh, if only Bats could see you now. That's pretty damn pathetic."

Dick needed to leave. He had well and truly lost control of the situation, and he needed to get the hell out. But when he started to take a step back, the gun went back to being steadily present.

"Don't. I will shoot you." Dick froze. Jason started moving forward, each step solid and loud. "I think we should play a game. You want me, huh? Then let's see what you're willing to do to get me."

Dick contemplated what would happen if he hurled himself off the roof.

"On your knees."

Dick dropped to his knees. This was a very bad idea.

"Take out your escrima sticks and toss 'em over here."

Dick hesitated for half a second before doing so.

"Unzip your suit. To your stomach." Dick's pause didn't go unnoticed and Jason sighed. "You used to wear that stupid suit where the neckline when halfway down your torso. Don't get shy now."

Dick undid the hidden catches and pulled the zipper down. And then, for good measure, he pulled his arms out so he was topless. He needed some sense of agency.

Of course, now Jason was masked, armed, fully dressed, and standing above Dick. Dick obviously could fight like this, but there was something...

Jason kept moving until he was right in front of Dick, so close that he had to bend his elbow to keep the gun trained on him.

"Tell me again why you're here. The full reason."

It was so cold. Dick's stomach was churning.

"I miss you. I...I want you."

Jason's breath hitched. He was shaking. The shock of it made Dick's mouth drop open.

"Please come back to me," he whispered, barely knowing what he was saying.

Half certain Jason was going to blow his brains out for it, Dick reached out and laid a hand on Jason's knee. The nearness of him was intoxication. Dick wasn't really sure he would tell Jason no to just about anything right now. He wanted to see Jason's eyes.

The gun moved and Dick shut his eyes. Several seconds after a shot would've happened, the knee under his hand moved, and he opened them again. The gun had been sheathed. Jason crouched in front of him, face inches away. Dick could still feel the shaking.

"Are you cold?" he asked. He needed Jason to see that he cared about him, noticed the shivering, wanted to help.

"Always," Jason said, barely an actual word. Dick's heart broke, and then his thigh felt like it was on fire. He yelled, unprepared for the sudden pain, suddenly leaning on Jason as the pain spread. Jason's mouth was parted slightly. Dick looked down to see a knife embedded in his thigh. Jason wrenched it free and Dick made a breathless noise of horror. Jason ripped one of his gloves off and sliced the knife across his fingertips. Dick hadn't processed what was happening yet, his brain still stuck on "Jason stabbed me?", so he just watched as Jason shoved his bloody fingers into the wound. Dick screamed, the pain mounting and spreading in waves. He hadn't been prepared, he was usually better than this.

"You want me?" Jason asked, fingers still pressed into the gash. "Fucking have me."

His other hand came up to pull Dick closer, digging his face into Dick's neck, and then just as suddenly he stood, leaving Dick hunched over and breathing unsteadily. He held up his bloody hand.

"I'll treasure this. Maybe make a painting with it. The Failure of Yet Another Robin. Every time I see it, I'll remember how the original came crawling to me, thinking he could fix me."

Dick didn't understand what was happening. Jason's blood was inside him.

Jason brought his hand up to his face and his tongue flicked out, tasting the blood. Dick's stomach roiled. He was really beginning to think that wasn't disgust.

"Mm." Jason grinned. "Taste's like B's disappointment. I can't even tell our blood apart now."

He turned and walked away. Dick was starting to hyperventilate a little. He heard Jason's steps pause, and then, from a small distance away,

"Next time you come a-stalking, I'll see if you look this pretty with a bullet hole inside you."

#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT SNIPPET #i also don't think i've ever written jaydick???? hell of a first time #i dont know how to tag this #blood tw #jaydick #trick or treat game #melody tag #asked and answered #seriously i.............have no clue how much sense or how well written this is #i wrote this at 2am in one sitting after having a meltdown and sobbing for half an hour #it hasnt been reread #happy halloween!#also i LOVED doing this oh my god #please send me as many of these as you want #anyone!

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drafthorsemath · 2 years ago

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Antidote (TBB Tech x afab Reader)

Tech x AFAB Reader (use of she/her pronouns), but all of the Batch included

Word Count: Five words over 3.3k

Warnings: Sex pollen but not the usual trope (no sex and an alternative is found), suggestive sexual language and situations but nothing acted upon, restraining for safety, some strong language, frank description of biological processes, creative use of a tampon, some feelings of shame but they are addressed, NSFW, younglings begone

A/N: I can’t read sex pollen fics. I tried. It wasn’t my thing, but then I got an idea and @staycalmandhugaclone encouraged me so here we are. This is not a call out or meant to be negative toward any sex pollen fics. This is just a different take.

Also on AO3.

You met the Batch on Pabu and in the months since, found yourself spending more and more time with them. This was especially true of Tech. You found his thirst for knowledge and direct nature easy to understand and get along with. Though, you were doing more than getting along. You weren’t sure how to tell him, but you had fallen for him. His brothers all noticed, but he seemed not to. What you didn’t know was that he simply didn’t know how to bring up his feelings just yet.

The boys had decided to visit a nearby planet and since there didn’t seem to be any danger, no one had any objections to you coming along. You hadn’t been on a ship since you first traveled to Pabu and you loved watching as you flew through hyperspace. Tech landed just outside of a city and you all headed toward the market. Hunter and Echo went in search of supplies while Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair all helped buy food to bring back to Pabu. You were particularly interested in the local fruits and vegetables that didn’t grow on the island you called home.

“I think this is enough,” you said, putting down the last crate next to the pile.

“Is it,” Wrecker asked. “I could eat all this in a couple days.”

“Yes, but we’re just getting what we can,” Crosshair responded. He didn’t want to make more than one trip back to the ship.

“Well, we can carry more,” Wrecker retorted. “At least I can.”

Crosshair gave him a half-hearted glare but helped purchase a few more crates. Wrecker easily carried most of the load.

You turned around to look for Tech. He was busy scanning some kind of contraption that caught his eye one booth over.

“Ready to go, Tech?”

“In just a moment,” he replied.

Wrecker and Crosshair walked ahead, catching up with Hunter and Echo who were waiting near the edge of town with some ship parts. You knew a moment for Tech could mean anything from a few seconds to much longer than that but wanted to stay with him.

He put the item down and walked with you. “The wiring on this new style datapad results in faster computations. I want to see if I can rewire my own and achieve similar results.”

“That didn’t look like any datapad I’ve ever seen,” you replied.

“Ah, the outside is only meant to grab your attention. It is a new model. The inside is what interests me.”

You smiled at that. Tech offered to carry the crate you still had, and you kindly accepted.

Once back at the ship, Wrecker took the crate from Tech. It was decided you all would spend the night on the ship and head back the next day. Tech cleared his bunk so you would have a place to sleep, insisting he could sleep in a chair. While you felt it was incredibly nice of him, you also couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to share a bunk with him. The thought left your mind as he asked if you wanted to come with him to document some of the local flora. After dinner, the others stayed around the campfire while you and Tech walked over a few hills and to the edge of a forest. He excitedly took pictures and samples, telling you about each plant and its properties.

“This one has several medicinal uses,” he said, handing you a pink flower. You smiled at it and then back at Tech. You gathered several and put them in their own storage bag for transport. Multiple species of flowers were packed before you looked a little further into the woods.

“Tech! Come see!”

He walked over and immediately noticed the large teal blooms that opened as you walked by.

“Fascinating,” he said. He took a picture and noticed that as he got closer to you, the flowers seemed to open even further. He scanned them, looking for any known properties. His face dropped as soon as the results showed up.

“We need to go, mesh’la!”

“What? Why?” You sneezed.

“It may be too late.” He took your hand and briskly walked you out of the woods. Your face suddenly felt hot and your throat burned.

“Tech, I don’t feel well.”

“We must get back to the ship,” he said nearly panicking. “I believe those flowers create an aphrodisiac that specifically affects females of several species.”

No sooner had he said that, and your limbs felt like jelly and you fell against him. Something wasn’t right. You could swear you felt all your blood rushing to your groin and let out a moan. You tried to run, but felt a great weight on your ankles. Tech lifted you like you weighed nothing and ran toward the Marauder. Hunter stood as he saw his brother carrying your body. Preparing for the worst, the boys all stood up asking what was wrong and following Tech on to the ship.

“A large flower opened, spreading pollen,” Tech stated. “I believe it is an aphrodisiac and it has already started to work.”

He sat you down, scanned you, and confirmed your symptoms. The others stood behind him, looking rather helpless. He sighed and gave you a rundown of what to expect. Very brief fever followed by extremely high libido and high energy until satisfied.

Crosshair looked from you to Tech and asked, “Isn’t there a way she can take care of this on her own? You know? Manually?”

“Negative,” replied Tech. “Based on the information available, orgasm does not help in mitigating the symptoms. It appears this particular pollen only effects females and it does not wear off until either sexual intercourse with a male is completed or her hormones shift with her next menstrual cycle.”

“Next period?!” You really started panicking. “I can’t feel that way for that long!” You wanted to cry and yet you could feel that you had to fight to remain yourself even now. You knew it would only get worse. “Look I… Tech I…” You searched for words, feeling overwhelmed. This was not how you wanted to have this conversation, but it seemed like you had better get it over with. “Tech, I have feelings for you. I really like you, but I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone right now, for that matter and I’m afraid of what I might say or do in the next however long.”

Tech quickly processed the information and couldn’t help but smile. “I believe the feeling is mutual,” he said, still kneeling in front of you. “I promise no one will do anything you would not want done in your healthy state of mind. You have my word.”

“That’s great,” chimed Echo, “And I’m really glad for you two, but how are we going to fix this without waiting?”

“I have an idea,” Tech replied.

No sooner had he said that and the fever hit. You felt like you were on fire and cold as ice at the same time. Wrecker stepped toward you to hold your hand. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said. “If anyone can solve this, it’s Tech.”

You tried to nod. Your whole body shook with fever, but within a few minutes the fever was gone. You knew that you weren’t yourself, but there was no way to stop it. You looked at all five men greedily and started to take your shirt off.

“I want Tech first,” you said with a smirk.

“Now now,” Wrecker said, still next to you and taking your hand away from your shirt. “None of that.”

You tried to stand up and looked at each member of the squad. You giggled to yourself that you just thought about the word “member.” They would do nicely, but you would give anything for Tech to throw you onto his bunk and fuck you through the bottom of the ship. You walked closer to him and he adjusted his googles.

“I know this is not you,” he said.

It quickly became clear that you were going to be quite a handful. Tech did research as fast as possible, finding flowers that reacted similarly. Wrecker held you in his lap with his arms wrapped around you after you tried to jump on Hunter as he walked past to assist Tech. He was also trying to keep you from acting out your latest threat of walking up to Tech and sitting in his lap naked. You made several comments about each of the men, but would not stop talking about how much you wanted Tech.

“We know,” Crosshair said, sitting next to Wrecker.

You turned your head toward Crosshair and smiled like an idiot. “Jealous,” you asked him.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied in annoyance.

“It’s okay if you are,” you countered in a sing-song voice.

Your body then decided that since you were sitting on a man’s lap, you might as well start thrusting your hips.

“Nope,” Wrecker said, lifting you off his lap. He was strong, but you were giving him a run for his money with how much you were squirming.

“We’ll sit with her awhile,” Hunter offered, dragging Echo with him. “Crosshair too.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’ve only sat next to Wrecker. I think we’ll all have to take some limbs or something.” Wrecker sat you down on the bunk and Hunter held you back before you could lunge at Tech. You nearly yoinked him halfway across the Marauder. Hunter managed to sit you back down with Echo holding one arm, Hunter the other, and Crosshair sitting on the floor hugging your legs.

“This is ridiculous,” you giggled. “Just let me fuck your brother. Just once.”

Hunter sighed. He knew you were going to be upset later. Tech had already discovered that there is no lapse in memory for this particular drug, so you would remember every moment of this. He hoped you would find solace in the fact that they all knew this wasn’t really you.

They were all getting tired and while Wrecker wanted to help Tech, he knew there was little he could do, so he tried sleeping until it was his turn to hold you again. Tech worked furiously through the night. He grimaced when you hit the next stage and complained you felt throbbing. You had gone from flirty to begging for someone to put your out of your misery “with as much cock as possible.” When that didn’t work you cried. He knew it must be painful by this point. He couldn’t stand to hear you cry. Your body was simply reacting to a drug. He felt guilty for not knowing this plant was in the vicinity, but it had never been documented on this side of the planet before. How could he have known?

In the middle of the night, Wrecker woke to stay with you while Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair tried to get some sleep. You made a lot of noise, but they tried. Wrecker had to admit that he didn’t do any more than doze. They were all worried for you, but being in war and under stress, they had learned to sleep when they can and then get up and do their part when it was time. They got what sleep they could.

You wailed when Wrecker held you, trying to scramble away to get to one of the men. He just kept apologizing and telling you he was keeping you safe. You managed to turn in his lap and wrap your legs around his waist.

He sighed. “I know you don’t want that. Not really.” You started crying again and all you could seem to feel was your pulse between your legs and a chemical drive that would not go away.

At the front of the ship, Tech started to make some progress. He smiled to himself when he found a research article on this species of plant. He needed one of the pink flowers you’d collected earlier along with two drugs from the med kit.

Hunter hadn’t done much more than close his eyes, but he sensed the med kit being opened and went to try to help his brother.

“Will you restart the campfire,” Tech asked.

“Sure. What progress have you made?”

“We are not able to create or obtain the hormones needed to trigger her menstrual cycle and end this using that method. However, it is theorized that the reason sexual intercourse causes the pollen to cease its effect is because of the presence of semen in the vagina. Specifically, one protein found in seminal fluid. Now, obviously that is not an option for us, but it appears a similar form of this protein can be synthesized using the pollen of some flowers we collected. While not ideal, there are some items in the med kit that can help this chemical process.”

“Great, but how do we get it in her,” Hunter asked.

“We don’t,” answered Crosshair, now standing behind them. “Put whatever you make on a tampon and ask her to do it herself.”

“Would that work,” Echo asked, joining them.

“I believe it is the least invasive option,” Tech replied.

They all nodded. Hunter went outside to start the campfire. Tech sterilized some equipment and joined him. It seemed simple enough. He only needed part of the flower and then the heated wound disinfectant along with bacta gel would cause the protein to be isolated. Hunter dug a tampon out of the emergency supplies.

Echo and Crosshair helped Wrecker who held your legs, while the other two sat on either side of you. You were tired, but still acting ravenous. Your method had gone even further in the direction of complaining about how you were hurting, and you just wanted all this to be over.

“It doesn’t have to be Tech,” you declared. “I’ll take any of you. Please!” You then melted in Echo’s arm and looked at him with stars in your eyes. “Changed your mind yet? Any of you?”

He simply shook his head, trying to show he cared, and held on so you couldn’t pounce on anyone. You turned to Crosshair on your other side. He held your arm and tried to help keep you still as best he could. You quickly moved to try to bite his neck and he pulled away. “No thank you,” he said. “I’m saving that for someone special.”

You were trying so hard to fight the drug coursing through your system, but it was a losing battle. After what felt like ages, Tech seemed satisfied with the concoction. There wasn’t much of it, but once it was cool enough he dipped the end of the tampon in the gel and walked back onto the ship. The boys let go enough for you to walk toward him. Your flirty symptoms appeared again, and you wanted Tech so badly. You looked up and down his body with no shame. He really took your breath away.

Tech found your glances made him nervous, but simply cleared his throat. Just as he was about to explain why he was holding a tampon, you started sniffing the air.

“That smell,” you said.

The men all looked at each other. “Can you smell it,” Hunter asked. “The protein?”

“Whatever it is, I want to sit on it,” you replied with a grin. You homed in on the tampon.

Tech cleared his throat again and explained, “I have created what we hope will reverse the effect of the drug, but you need to insert this yourself.”

Crosshair and Echo were still each holding your arms, but not too tightly. You seemed to calm and they let go. You took the tampon and went to take your pants off, but everyone stopped you. Tech opened the refresher door and you walked in. He closed it and everyone sighed.

“I hope this works,” said Echo. “All I smell is floral bacta gel.”

In the ‘fresher you regarded the tampon with a little suspicion, but your body seemed to be on autopilot. You placed the tampon and immediately the ache started going away. You took slower breaths. You washed your hands and realized your nerves had been on fire for hours. You looked at yourself in the mirror and felt the heat in your face start to drain. Instead, you realized all that you had said and done, or tried to do. All kinds of emotions flooded your system. You were sure that Hunter could sense the change in you from the other side of the door, so you made no effort to report what was going on. You weren’t sure you wanted to see or talk to any of them yet. You were covered in sweat from all your activity and wanted a shower. You stripped off your clothes and briefly stood under the water. Just enough to clear away the feeling on your skin. When you got out, you noticed someone had left you the spare clothes you’d brought, and you slowly put them on. After a few more minutes of staring blankly into the mirror and letting the antidote work, you finally reappeared.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I didn’t mean all that.”

“We know,” Wrecker said, pulling you into a hug.

“Glad you feel better,” Hunter said.

“Been thinking we might all get some shut eye before we leave,” Echo suggested. Crosshair nodded with a little smile on his face. For the first time all night, he popped a toothpick in his mouth.

You nodded, thanking them for helping you.

“Especially you, Tech.”

He wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hug you? Hold you? Keep his distance?

“Here,” he said. “If you find you need more to counter the drug, I will put this in a safe place.” He showed you a container with the small puddle of gel he had made using the flowers. You smiled at him.

“How did you figure it out?”

He walked you to the cockpit after closing up the ship as the sun rose. He sat you down, noticing how physically weak you looked. Sitting across from you, he told you about his research and how he found a way to mimic the protein structure that seemed to shut down the drug. You smiled. Of course Tech would figure it out.

“I’m sorry again,” you said.

“Cyar’ika, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, reaching for your hand. He gave it a soft squeeze and smiled at you. “None of this was your fault.”

You returned the smile and sat back, looking like you might fall asleep.

“Let me help you to bed,” he offered. You took his arm, needing it to steady yourself. Your legs felt like jelly for a whole different reason this time.

You got into bed. In his bunk. The others were already sleeping. Tech sat on the end of the bed, but looked conflicted. When he originally offered to sleep in the pilot’s seat, he didn’t know all of this would happen.

“Tech? Can you stay? Is that okay?”

He nodded, but suddenly seemed a bit nervous. He had never shared a bed with anyone like this. What he said earlier was true. He had feelings for you and knew you had feelings for him. He wanted you to feel safe, so if you wanted him close, he felt it would be alright now, although he wasn’t sure what he was doing as he laid down.

“How would you like me to, uh…”

“Like this,” you replied, taking his hand and laying it across your middle. Not too close or tight, but just there. “But however feels right. I trust you.”

He softly smiled and relaxed. “Goodnight mesh’la.”

#tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x afab reader #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb tech fanfiction #can you believe I'm out here posting on main #sex pollen #without the sex #reverse sex pollen #i don't know what else to call this #reader insert #period #menstruation

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emerald-truth · 2 years ago

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Yesterday I watched Data's Day and it made me cry and I need to talk about it.

First of all I love that it was lowkey a slice of life episode? Like Data is just describing his normal day and some crazy stuff happens as usual on the Enterprise but it's also just like. The crew hanging out. I especially love his conversation with Worf about what wedding present to buy because it's just so normal? Everyday? And just seeing his casual friendships with everyone? And they all love each other? I love the whole tng crew so much.

Anyway, what made me really emotional was how much I related to Data as an autistic person and I know people talk about this all the time but I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN FOR MYSELF.

Right in the beginning of the episode he talks about how he used to have trouble maintaining friendships but now that he's become better at predicting other people's emotions he's become able to form friendships. And just. The whole ordeal of having to take years and years to LEARN TO MAKE FRIENDS when it seems to come so naturally to everyone else, when it seems like something that should just be easy. Yeah. But then also the absolute joy when you succeed! When you think ah yes I've finally learned to understand others enough, to do the correct analyses, to make the correct predictions, I can finally make friends! And Data is so pleased with himself just like I have been the past couple years. And the thing is! He makes mistakes still in predicting emotions! But his friends forgive him and help him understand! And it's just so??? Oh my god the happiness that comes with being accepted despite your flaws, despite who you are and what you can't change about yourself. With being reminded that you still deserve friendship and a special place in people's lives even when you make mistakes. Because even though he upsets Keiko by trying to change her mind about the wedding she forgives him and still lets him act as "the father of the bride" because she still loves him! Everyone does! Because he's so sincere! Oh my god I love Data so much-

But the thing that made me cry was one little moment when they suddenly redirect their course towards the neutral zone and Data says it's a good thing his duties can't be interrupted by emotions such as the uneasiness he might feel about such a change to the course. While clearly exhibiting signs of being nervous like tapping his fingers and glancing behind himself at the drivers. And this is something about my experience of autism that I hardly ever see in fiction. Not only do I have trouble understanding the feelings of others, I have trouble identifying MY OWN FEELINGS. I have low body awareness so instead of feeling emotions in my body I have to engage with them intellectually which means I often can't tell that I'm experiencing an emotion even when people around me can. I saw another post a month or so ago talking about how Data probably has similar troubles because his emotions don't manifest physically the way they do for humans. And just. I've spent so long feeling like and being accused of being an unemotional person because I don't feel my emotions the way other people do, so to see this implication that Data DOES have emotions even when he himself doesn't always notice them is so lovely. Just because he or I don't always feel emotions physically, and must understand them intellectually, doesn't mean we are uncaring. It just means so much to see a character who thinks of himself as emotionless be portrayed as so gentle, kind, and loved.

And then the end of the episode- Data says he believes humanity is not an inherent quality but a way of thinking and something he can achieve. And that's so reassuring. Even if I'm not human now, maybe someday I will be. And even if I'm not human, even if I'm never human, I can still be good, I can still feel, I can still make friends, I can still be like Data.

#data soong #star trek #star trek tng

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peanut-tyrug · 7 months ago

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Superstar Saga AU: Long Live the Wicked

Chapter 5: In the Finale

The Mario Bros. finally face Cackletta once again, ready for anything she could throw at them. Shall they achieve victory alongside their peers, or fall at the hands of the evil witch? Fate is all that can decide the victor…

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Most characters/ideas featured in this story belong to Nintendo and AlphaDream. I don’t take credit for Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga, or the aforementioned characters/ideas within it.

I would like to thank my co-writer, Luigiman64, for assisting me with character writing/characterization, keeping things consistent and accurate to the game , and coming up with ideas for this project.

— Beanbean Castle —

Cackletta peacefully sat in her throne within the Beanbean Castle’s throne room… she felt victorious.

The Queen and Lady Lima were dealt with. Those pesky Bros. and Prince were nowhere to be found. And Princess Peach along with the Beanstar were all in her grasp… she had unmatched power over everything. She felt like a God.

While Cackletta reveled in her victory, Princess Peach and Toadsworth still sat in their cage. Toadsworth would constantly make sure the Princess was okay, for he hated seeing her captured… at least he could be with her this time.

Princess Peach sat on her knees, looking upward into the sky that she couldn’t see… the yearning she felt to be free, and see the Mario Bros. again… it was never-ending.

“…Oh, Mario…” Princess Peach says solemnly. “Where are you?”

“I’m certain they’ll be here any moment, Princess.” Says Toadsworth. “You know they always are.”

“Hmph.” Cackletta huffs with a slight chuckle. “They’ve probably lost their minds where I’ve taken them.”

“Those boys have been through oceans, forests, deserts, and the Dark Lands!” Says Toadsworth. “Why would you think what you did would be any worse, witch?”

“I’ve sent them to dark and cold crypt of Joke’s End, fool!” Says Cackletta. “The place is empty! You’d go insane before ever finding a way out! Eeyah ha ha ha!!”

“I know for certain that that would never happen to Mario and Luigi!” Says Princess Peach. “They always find a way!”

“Tell that to everyone in this Kingdom who didn’t find a way!” Says Cackletta. “Queen Bean and Lady Lima are trapped! The Prince can’t beat me down! No one in this Kingdom has stood against me and won! …And the King forever lays six feet under! No one has won against me, and they never will! Eeyah ha ha ha!!”

The Princess and Toadsworth scowl at the taunt about the Beanish King… for they knew of the tale as well. Cackletta always taunting and teasing about it rattled them to their cores…

…If only the Mario Bros. were here…

~~~

— Meanwhile, in another Castle Hall… —

Just outside the room that lead to the Castle Sewers were two castle guards, standing firm and silent. They were determined to serve the Great Cackletta, and they would do so until their last breath.

Even if they were more hostile now, they were still quite easy to trick.

A small, short and stout Beanish slowly stepped forward. The stranger was cloaked, and his face was hidden… the only thing standing out being a pair of large swirly glasses.

“Halt!” Says one guard. “You can’t pass through here! Authorized personnel only!”

“…Ah, but I have the permissions.” Says the figure. “The highness of Royals has allowed me for the entering of that deep and dank hall that smells and stinks of rotten and moldy garbage.”

“Her highness would’ve told us you’d be coming!” Says another guard. “You are not allowed here! Leave at once, lest we use force and report you to the Queen!”

“…I have the seeings.” Says the figure. “But I also have fearings that you fink-rats need the teachings of authority!”

From the back of the hall, a small headgear contraption appears and attaches itself to the stranger’s head. The maw on the headgear opens, and pumps out bright orange gas onto the guards.

“Hey!” Says one guard. “We’ll have you imprisoned for this!”

“I-I can’t see!” Says the other guard.

“Fink-rats!” Says the figure. “Have the repeatings of Lord Fawful’s name! Have the repeatings!”

“No! Cackletta is our…! Our… uh…” One guard stammers.

“Pull yourself together…! Uhh…” The other guard stammers. “…Lo… Fawf…”

The gas then clears, revealing the two guards, who look directly toward the phantom Fawful.

“…Lord…” One guard attempts to say, before finally straightening. “Lord Fawful!”

“Lord Fawful! Lord Fawful!” The guards say in unison.

“What do you need from us, Lord Fawful?” One guard asks.

“Fawful needs you gullible fink-rats to move!” Says Fawful. “For Fawful has business of importance! Fawful must not have time wastings! I command you have the movings to another room!”

“Yes, Lord Fawful! We will move!” Says the other guard.

The guards then scurry away and move to some other random room in the castle. Once they’re away, Fawful pulls out a small communicator.

“The coast has the clearings! Clean and squeaky like a newly bought and polished mirror!” Says Fawful. “Have the arrivings to Fawful!”

After a few moments, everyone else part of the team arrives in the hall. All of them stood firm, rooted to their spots, trying not to possibly attract attention.

“Great work, Fawful!” Says Prince Peasley. “…Even if it was unconventional, your mind control has still worked.”

“Fawful has the welcomes you want!” Says Fawful as he takes off the hood and tucks it away. “…Fawful has geniusness, you know!”

Prince Peasley then turns to the group. “Everyone! We must make haste!” Says Prince Peasley. “Follow me to the Castle sewers!”

The group rushes behind Prince Peasley as he leads, and takes them all downstairs.

~~~

— Beanbean Castle Sewers —

Just below the Beanbean Castle’s vast hallways were the Castle’s sewers… and, of course, it was never a pleasant place to be in.

The sewers always stunk, and was full of whatever nasty creatures that had yet to be taken care of. The group waltzed through the entrance, noticing the broken plumbing, the Prince stops in his tracks and turns to the Bros.

“Mario! Luigi!” Says Prince Peasley. “You already know how the Beanstar is defended. Just fix the plumbing, and we can snag it.”

“I’ll be the one who does the snaggin', see?” Says Popple. “…I promise I won’t do anything with it.”

“We have made a truce, and you better live up to it.” Prince Peasley says to Popple.

“I will, I will, see!? …Jeez.” Says Popple.

“I would imagine that Queen Bean and Lady Lima are kept somewhere down here… Lord Bowser and I will find them while you fix the plumbing.” Says the Prince. He then turns to Fawful. “Fawful, you can lead Popple to where the Beanstar is held. You had best return with it.”

“As Fawful said, 'Fawful will not have the schemings against his allies.'” Says Fawful. “Fawful will uphold the sayings like a knight of authority and honor.”

Prince Peasley turns back to the Bros. “We all best be off.” He says. “Good luck.”

Everyone then sets off on their own terms. The Bros. pull out their hammers and head to the pipes. Popple and Fawful head out of the sewers, while Bowser and Prince Peasley head deeper in.

—

Bowser and Prince Peasley walk through the depths of the castle sewers in complete silence. Neither were really interested in small talk… but the silence was beginning to drive Bowser up a wall.

“…Uh…” Bowser stammers, trying to start up a conversation. “Say, how big are these sewers, beansprout?”

“They’re huge.” Says Prince Peasley. “The pipes can go on for miles.”

“Why is your plumbing so bad anyway? What’s it gotta do with that 'Beanstar' thing?” Bowser asks.

“…I don’t fully understand it either, but the broken plumbing keeps the Beanstar defenses up.” Says Prince Peasley. “The Beanstar is our Kingdom’s protector as well. We need it to be kept safe and secure.”

“…But… why the plumbing?” Bowser asks, still perplexed.

“Again, I may be this Kingdom’s Prince, but I don’t have all the answers you seek.” Says Prince Peasley.

Bowser and Prince Peasley then approach the final level of the plumbing system. At the end of the room was a large cell. No one seemed to be in it.

Just as they spot the cell, Prince Peasley rushes toward it, speeding past the pipes. Bowser hurries behind him.

“Hey!” Bowser exclaims. “You can’t just leave me to eat your dust!”

As Bowser reaches the Prince, Prince Peasley gets on one knee before the cell, wrapping his hands around its bars.

“Mother? Grandmother?” Prince Peasley calls. “Are you in there?”

No one responds for a moment… before someone peeks out from the shadows.

“…Peasley?” Lady Lima asks. “Is that you over there?”

“Yes! Yes, Lady Lima! I am no illusion!” Says Prince Peasley. “I’m here!”

Out from the shadows, Queen Bean and a Pea Advisor appear. Queen Bean gasps at the presence of her son, and immediately rushes to him.

“Oh! My little sweet pea!” Says Queen Bean. “I’ve missed you so, so much! …I was worried Cackletta had taken you.”

Prince Peasley chuckles a bit. “She didn’t Mother.” He says. “I’m right here.”

“…Oh, if this cell was open, I’d give the greatest hug you’ve ever be given!” Says Queen Bean.

With the sound of hammer plugging a cork and alarms beginning to blare, the bars to the cell lift, promptly freeing the captured Royal family.

“Ah! How convenient!” Says Queen Bean. “Come here, my brave little beansprout!”

Queen Bean then wraps her arms around Prince Peasley in an almost unbreakable embrace… an embrace so strong, the life within you would be squeezed out by the Queen’s love alone.

“…M-Mother!” Says Prince Peasley, strained. “I-I thought we s-spoke of this!”

“Your highness!” Says Lady Lima. “Your strength!”

Queen Bean looks back to Lady Lima, slightly confused, before suddenly remembering. “Oh! I’m sorry!” She says. She then lets Prince Peasley go. “…I deeply apologize, Peasley. I forget my own strength sometimes!”

Prince Peasley puts his hands to his knees, huffing and puffing. “…I-it’s fine, Mother.” He says. “Just… remember next time, please.”

“I promise, sweet pea.” Says Queen Bean.

“…Uhm… I don’t mean to interrupt this little family reunion, but,” Bowser begins. “Don’t you know you got an evil hag sitting on your throne?”

Just as Bowser finishes his reminder, the Mario Bros. jump up at his side. Queen Bean had forgotten the conflict at hand for a moment.

“Oh! Yes!” Says Queen Bean. “We have a grand task at hand… but I would imagine that our hand is greater than Cackletta’s! The Kingdom may be in her hands for now, but it soon won’t be!”

“Yes.” Says Prince Peasley. “The Beanbean and Mushroom Kingdoms will soon be free from her tyranny, I’m certain of it!”

Queen Bean then seems to have realization. “Oh, poor Princess Peach… being held captive by Cackletta…” She says. “I hope that her and her Kingdom are fairing well.”

“The same should be said for her advisor, your highness.” Says Lady Lima. “…That man is too handsome to fall to that witch!”

Everyone looks over to Lady Lima, taken aback… did she like Toadsworth? The Beanish advisor then goes red in the face.

“Ah! Let us carry on!” Says Lady Lima. “How is the Beanstar? Is it in good hands?”

“I’m certain it is, Lady Lima.” Says Prince Peasley.

“Hey!” Calls a voice. “We got the goods, see?”

Popple and Fawful suddenly emerge from the sewer’s shadows. Fawful held onto the Beanstar, its bright green aura lighting the way.

“Fawful gives the star of beans to her highness!” Says Fawful.

Fawful hands the Beanstar to Queen Bean, who gladly takes it. “We will be certain to handle it with care. Once we get the Princess, the Kingdom will finally have peace!”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?” Bowser asks. “What do you need her for?”

“To awaken the Beanstar!” Says Queen Bean.

“With the awakened Beanstar, she can wish for the Kingdom’s to be saved, Lord Bowser.” Says Prince Peasley.

“…Oh, I get it…” Says Bowser.

The Bros. then glare to Bowser… he had better not be planning something…

“…Hey, isn’t that the thief that kept stealing from our markets?” The Pea then asks, looking suspiciously toward Popple.

“Hey! I didn’t do squat to the Beanstar, see?” Says Popple. “It’s the real deal!”

“I’m certain we don’t need to worry.” Queen Bean tells the Pea.

“…Okay… but if I’m right about him snagging it, I’ll make sure you know!” The Pea says that last part to himself.

“With the Beanstar now safe in your hands, the Mario Bros. and I must go to fight Cackletta.” Says Prince Peasley as he flaunts his hair. “We wish you farewell!”

As the Prince turns to leave, Lady Lima stops him dead in his tracks.

“Hold it, young man!” Says Lady Lima. “You are not going into battle without a weapon! It’s dangerous to out there with Cackletta.”

Prince Peasley pauses. “…Ah, right.” He says. “I don’t have my sword…”

Lady Lima nods. “…I believe we have something at the back of the cell.”

Queen Bean immediately looks troubled… Lady Lima looks to her, giving a stern glare.

“It’s all we have, my Queen.” Says Lady Lima.

“…I’m aware.” Says Queen Bean. “I just never thought I’d see it again…”

“See what again?” Prince Peasley asks.

“Hold on a moment, Peasley.” Says Lady Lima. She then heads deep into the cell for a moment. She eventually returns, holding something in her hands.

…A sword sheathed in a vibrant green scabbard… Prince Peasley quickly had an inkling as to who the sword once belonged to. Lady Lima gently hands the sword to the Prince, and he slowly takes it. He gazes upon its radiance.

“Please, take this. This is your father’s sword, Peasley.” Says Lady Lima.

Prince Peasley looks up from the sword to his mother… she looked upset, before taking a breath. She stared at the sword, hesitating to speak.

“…If you don’t want me to take it—!” Prince Peasley begins, before being cut off.

“No, no, you can take it.” Says Queen Bean. “…I can’t push away what happened, I know that…”

Queen Bean then smiles, and gets one knee before Prince Peasley.

“Just give Cackletta everything you’ve got.” Says Queen Bean. “Make your father proud, my child.”

Prince Peasley smiles. “I will, Mother.” He says. He then looks down at the sword and unsheathes it slightly.

The weapons blade was a bright and radiant green. The handle was a deep emerald green, it’s metallic glare shining from the faint light within the sewers. At the pommel was a small yellow rose.

As the Prince gazes upon the weapon… he thought he could feel some kind of presence. As if someone was standing beside him, as if he had a sixth sense… he turns back, but sees no one.

“…What is it?” Queen Bean asks.

“…I-I don’t know.” Says Prince Peasley. “I thought I sensed someone…”

“…Odd…” Says Queen Bean.

“…How odd, indeed, your highness…” Says Lady Lima. “But we best not dabble upon it now. You have a battle to win!”

“Ah! Yes! Yes, we do!” Prince Peasley, who then turns back to the Bros. “Come, Superstar Siblings! We best be off!” He then flaunts his hair.

Prince Peasley is the first to step away, with the Bros. trailing behind him.

“Good luck, my sweet pea!” Says Queen Bean. “Stay safe!”

“I will, Mother!” Says Prince Peasley.

Everyone watched as the trio hurried off to the throne room… they were not only ready, but determined. The finale had approached, and they’d soon sing of victory.

—

Cackletta still sat in desolation, the Princess and Toadsworth still sitting in the cage… before the clattering of footsteps is heard.

“Cackletta!” A voice calls. “We are here for a rematch!”

Out from the entrance to the throne room, Prince Peasley and the Mario Bros. emerged. All of them took a fighting stance before Cackletta as she slowly got to her feet.

“Mario! Luigi!” Princess Peach calls. “Help me!”

“Master Mario! Master Luigi!” Says Toadsworth. “You heard the Princess!”

“Eeyah ha ha ha!!” Cackletta cackles. “How futile! I see one beating wasn’t enough for you!”

“It doesn’t matter how much you beat us down, we will always get back up!” Says Prince Peasley.

“Oh! Surely you jest!” Cackletta teases. “How laughable of you! You still have a death wish! A wish that I will gladly fulfill! I’m all for the thrill of the kill, you know? Eeyah ha ha ha!!”

Cackletta still stood in front of the throne, not even altering her form… was she really that cocky?

“Since you think you’re so bold, I’ll let you lot attack first!” Says Cackletta. “I won’t even change my form! Eeyah ha ha ha!!”

The Bros. and Prince ponder their options, and the Bros. wondered to themselves… could they utilize Prince Peasley in their attacks? The more power they had in their attacks, the better.

The brotherly duo quickly comes up with an idea. They turn to the Prince, who looks back at them.

“What’s that? You have a new battle strategy?” Prince Peasley asks. “Inform me.”

The Bros. explain… and Prince Peasley immediately catches on.

“Ah! I see!” Says Prince Peasley. “You’re saying we should combine attacks! What do you have in mind?”

Mario hops on top of Luigi, and the pair hover into the air, preforming a spin jump. They spin around Cackletta, who doesn’t take her eyes off the pair, likely looking for a window to attack. By the time the brothers go back to their spot though, Cackletta is disoriented.

“An attack window! Clever thinking!” Says Prince Peasley. The Prince then rushes to Cackletta, and pierces her body with his sword’s sharp tip. Cackletta scowls as the Prince moves back.

“Agh!” Cackletta shrieks. “You pests!”

Just as she did last time, red and blue smoke wrap around her left and right arms, forming three pairs of arms rather than one. The extra sets of eyes also made an appearance. She seemed to have a change of mind when the trio started packing a punch.

“If you want to fight dirty, then we’re gonna fight DIRTY!!” Says Cackletta.

Cackletta then begins to spin the lower pair of arms around. The trio all dodge the swinging arms, before Cackletta claps the second pair, promptly squashing the trio. They all fall to the ground, winded.

“Eeyah ha ha ha!” Cackletta cackles. “I was not exaggerating!”

The trio all get back on their feet, slightly weak, but they still had enough energy to fight.

“We need something stronger!” Says Prince Peasley. “Mario! Luigi! Any ideas?”

Luigi then gets an idea. He pulls out his hammer, and smacks it down. He signals for Mario and the Prince. The red plumber obliges, and is quickly flattened by Luigi’s hammer. Luigi then turns to the Prince, now done displaying his idea.

“…Are you certain that is safe?” Prince Peasley asks, sounding hesitant.

Luigi nods, confirming it’s safe.

…Prince Peasley trusted Luigi. Surely whatever this was wasn’t too risky right? The Prince moves up to Luigi, facing away from him.

“Be careful, Luigi!” Says Prince Peasley.

Luigi nods before smacking the Prince down with his hammer, making him the same height as Mario. Luigi then proceeds to smack them both forward like tennis balls, each hit hitting Cackletta in quick succession.

After a few hits, the Prince and plumber return to normal size. Mario was perfectly fine, while Prince Peasley seemed to be dizzy. He quickly shakes it off, getting back into the game.

They notice that Cackletta seemed significantly weaker… were they really doing that much damage? It didn’t matter to them however, they assumed teamwork was the key.

“Gah! I should be beating you! Not the other way around!” Says Cackletta. “No matter! I will still defeat you!”

Cackletta then begins to spawn lightning. It was completely random, no way to tell where or when it would hit. The trio tried to avoid it, and did for the most part, other than each of them getting hit once or twice. Despite that, they were still fine.

“Hit as all you want!” Says Prince Peasley. “We are not falling to the likes of you!”

“That is a bluff!” Says Cackletta. “You WILL fall to your knees before me!!”

“…We need something that can really get to her…” Says Prince Peasley… a thought then comes to him. “Luigi! Throw a lightning ball at my sword! I have an idea!”

Luigi trembles, appearing hesitant… what if it hurt the Prince? After a moment longer, he eventually obliges. He chucks a ball of lightning at the Prince’s blade. The lightning surrounds itself around the blade, crackling and sparking against it.

Prince Peasley then lunges forward, slashing against Cackletta’s flesh multiple times over, before hitting her with one final strike. Cackletta scowls as the Prince moves back. The red arms also dissipate and collapse.

Cackletta huffs and puffs, noticeably winded. She stares at the trio with a furious glare. “Fools! Imbeciles!” She says. “You cannot defeat me!”

“And yet you are about to be defeated?” Prince Peasley taunts. “Ah ha ha ha! You had better stand your ground!”

“I WILL, YOU LITTLE BRAT!!” Cackletta shrieks.

Cackletta then begins to focus hard on the group. Small black holes spawn on the ground, and lightning suddenly appears at random intervals. As the bottomless voids approach, they all dodge… before the pace at which they appear suddenly quickens.

Luigi falls first, then Mario, then Prince Peasley. All of them then pop out of the ground, dazed and disoriented.

“How is that for standing my ground? Eeyah ha ha ha!!” Cackletta taunts.

The trio slowly gets to their feet and begin to plan their next move.

“…I-if we hit her one more time… Mario!” Prince Peasley calls. “Throw me a fire ball!”

With no hesitation, Mario chucks a fireball to Prince Peasley’s blade. The sword’s blade glows in a bright and blazing aura as it catches ablaze. Prince Peasley doesn’t hesitate to sprint towards Cackletta, and slash at her with all his might.

Cackletta’s clothes and flesh quickly begin to burn, and Cackletta has no time to take care of it before the flames suddenly engulf her entire figure. Prince Peasley backs away, and everyone within the throne room watches as Cackletta’s form burns.

“NO!!!” Cackletta shrieks. “This will not be my end! I SWEAR IT!!!”

As the fire dissipates, Cackletta’s form becomes nothing but ash. The ash falls to the carpeted floor… and the room becomes eerily silent.

The trio falls to the floor, winded and tired… they had done it, and they almost couldn’t believe it… she was gone.

…As they lay there, the Princess and Toadsworth still shocked… violet mist begins arising from the floor. Toadsworth is the first to notice.

“Master Mario! Master Luigi! Prince Peasley!” Toadsworth calls. “Come on! Get up now! Your fight is not done!”

The Bros. and Prince Peasley look up, and spot the mist. They all get to their to their feet, still weak and winded, as the mist begins to obtain a form.

The mist’s figure slowly becomes more and more apparent, gaining a proper body and head. At the sides of the body was a red and blue arm, and in its center was a large beating heart.

The face is quickly recognizable as it lets out a roar… Cackletta’s very essence had become a vessel. She was not ready for death to embrace her.

“You thought I wouldn’t return, didn’t you? Eeyah ha ha ha!! You are nothing but mistaken!” Says Cackletta. “FACE MY WRATH!!!”

“…I-it doesn’t matter… what you do, Cackletta!” Says Prince Peasley. “We took you d-down once… and we will do it again…!”

“You say that if as you’ll be able to heal! Eeyah ha ha ha!!!” Cackletta cackles.

Cackletta then unveils a cloud of mist onto the trio. The three panic, and watch as the mist carries their items away from them, and over to Cackletta.

“…No m-matter!” Says Prince Peasley. “We can still—!”

Just before Prince Peasley can finish his sentence, time suddenly stops. Cackletta shoots deep red lasers from her eyes, which instantly hit the Bros. once time restarts. Both of them are immediately knocked out cold, laying on the ground.

“M-Mario! Luigi…!” Prince Peasley calls as he turns back. He is then hit with lightning ball, and is knocked back against the wall. Despite the hit, he still remains conscious.

“Why are you still trying!?” Cackletta asks the Prince. “You have absolutely NOTHING!! Nothing to help you! Nobody to assist you! What makes you think you can win this all by yourself?”

“…I-I can… I will…” Prince Peasley stammers, keeping himself grounded with his father’s sword. “…For my father…”

“Oh, it’s always about your father, isn’t it? There is no point!” Says Cackletta. “Just like your father, you will perish by MY hands! YOU. ARE. COMPLETELY. ALONE! Eeyah ha ha ha!!!”

Prince Peasley continues to hold himself up with his weapon, but slips. He lays on his chest, and slowly begins to succumb to his weakness… everything felt fuzzy and numb… he couldn’t…

“…No… I mustn’t…” Says Prince Peasley, strained… despite his attempts to get back up, he still laid there… he was too tired…

…But, just as he begins to close his eyes, Prince Peasley feels someone touch his shoulder.

Time seems to stop dead in its tracks, coming to a sudden stop. Prince Peasley slowly raises his head and turns back… and gasps… he began to feel teary eyed.

Standing behind him, on one knee, was a man Prince Peasley never thought he’d see with his own eyes… his own father, King Legume, stood there, staring down at his son with a genuine look.

The King’s bushy eyebrows covered his eyes, and his mustache covered his lips… but the Prince could still read his expression… he wanted him to get up. He had to fight.

“…My son… you must get up.” Says King Legume.

“…Father… Father, I—!” Says Prince Peasley, before being cut off.

“No. Don’t say those things.” Says King Legume. “You must get up.”

…Prince Peasley doesn’t respond… for the first time in his life, he felt… deflated. Unable to do anything. Broken, and shattered beyond repair… but his father wasn’t having any of it.

“It doesn’t matter what she says, Peasley.” Says King Legume. “I’m right here. I’ve been watching you… I know you can do it, and I will help.”

Prince Peasley stares up at his father in disbelief… he couldn’t believe it… King Legume suddenly wraps his arms around the Prince in a tight embrace.

The Prince then seemed to feel more energized… it was as if the embrace was healing him. Prince Peasley is slowly brought to his feet. King Legume then looks to his son, a smile crossing his lips and passing the edge of his mustache.

“…I’ll always be with you. Remember that.” Says King Legume.

Prince Peasley blinks… and time suddenly starts up again. He looks around, and notices a faint golden aura emanating from his sword’s blade. He picks it up from out of the ground and stares at it, and the King’s voice plays in his head.

“I’m right here, my son.” Says King Legume. “Attack her heart.”

“Bah!” Cackletta scoffs. “I don’t care that you have your foolish father fighting alongside you! You’re still just one person!”

“…No I am not!” Says Prince Peasley, his voice loud and booming. “I’m not alone! And I never was!”

“Oh, who cares!?” Cackletta questions. “None of his efforts will matter once you’re dead! I shall be the one to welcome your end!”

Just as Cackletta finishes her sentence, time seems to stop again… Prince Peasley suddenly felt a bit uneasy. He felt as if Cackletta was going to attack from behind… he wasn’t sure why… it was just what he felt.

“Jump, my son!” Prince Peasley hears King Legume demand. “Jump!”

As time suddenly continues to flow again, Prince Peasley leaps into the air, hopping past Cackletta’s head and landing on the throne. He looks from behind Cackletta, and spots dark spikes protruding from the floor…

“What!? Where did you go, you little pest?” Cackletta asks, glancing around for the Prince.

Prince Peasley then turns to face Cackletta’s back, spotting her heart… and smirks.

“As if my sword wouldn’t welcome you first.” Says Prince Peasley.

With a sharp and precise thrust, Prince Peasley stabs Cackletta directly through the heart. Cackletta gasps, and looks down at her chest cavity… and shrieks.

As she shrieks, the purple mist oozes from her heart, and spills from it like a broken faucet pipe. Her form begins to fizzle away and fall apart.

“NO! NO!! NOT NOW!!!” Cackletta shrieks. “HOW COULD I LOSE TO A PUNY RAT LIKE YOU!?”

Prince Peasley doesn’t answer as he pulls the sword out of the chest cavity, and watches Cackletta’s form violently fall apart… before finally disappearing from existence.

…She was now no more…

The throne room becomes eerily silent again… and Prince Peasley felt truly triumphant…

…His father had been there, protecting him when he needed it most… he was never alone, and Cackletta never cared to notice. Or think of it as some kind of threat.

Prince Peasley stepped down from the throne, and put his hands at his hips. He then looks down at his sword, staring at his own reflection… once again feeling his father nearby.

Even if he wasn’t physically there, the Prince could feel his father’s genuine and loving face look upon him.

“…Thank you, Father.” Prince Peasley says gently, a bright smile on his face. He sheathes his sword, and revels in the peace of the moment.

…Before the peace is suddenly interrupted.

“Eeeeeek!!” Princess Peach exclaims.

“Prince Peasley!” Toadsworth exclaims. “Look!”

Prince Peasley turns back, appearing confused… he then gasps, and unsheathed his sword before the person who suddenly appeared within the throne room.

Fawful stood, the Beanstar in hand. He looked as if he was tip-toeing away, before he was suddenly caught.

“…Your eyes are crazy, bean-rat!” Says Fawful, tucking the Beanstar away. “Fawful was not enacting scheme havings! Fawful swears with his tiny pinkie finger!”

“Stop right there, criminal scum!” A voice exclaims.

Out from the hall at the entrance to the throne room, the rest of the group that had been downstairs appeared. Queen Bean was upfront, while Lady Lima, her advisor, and Bowser stood of to the side… where was Popple?

“How dare you try to steal the Beanstar from under our noses!?” Queen Bean shouts, fuming toward Fawful. “You have a lot of nerve!”

“…And you thought Fawful wouldn’t?” Fawful questions, a sickening smile on his face. “Fawful’s scheme havings have been unveiled like that of a stage baring a curtain of schemes! No matter, for when the Princess is in Fawful’s clutches, I will create the four course of meal that is of the Beanbean Kingdom’s doom! And I will be here! Laughing at—!”

Before Fawful can continue spilling his plan, Bowser suddenly lunges forward, and punches Fawful directly on his chest. Fawful is flung out of the castle through its roof. The Beanstar flies out from his cloak as he blasts away.

As Fawful is flung away, he exclaims his anger. “NO!! I HAVE FURY!!!” He cries.

Bowser then stomps over to the cage Princess Peach and Toadsworth were kept in and pries open the bars. Bowser moves to side, allowing Peach to exit the cage first.

“After you, my Princess.” Says Bowser, a soft and poise smile on his face.

“Oh!” Says Princess Peach. “…How kind of you, Bowser.”

Princess Peach exits, and Toadsworth follows her. He glares to the Koopa King with a suspicious look, only for Bowser to menacingly glare back, causing a shiver to go up Toadsworth’s spine. He immediately flees from Bowser, trailing behind the Princess.

The Princess then averts her gaze from the group, spotting the Mario Bros., who were still knocked out before the throne room’s entrance. She gasps. “Oh, no… Mario… Luigi…”

“Oh, dear! We completely missed them!” Says Queen Bean. “Are they alright?”

“…They’ve been knocked out cold…” Says Prince Peasley. “Do you have anything that can heal them, Princess?”

The Princess walks over to the Bros. and pulls out a few 1-Up Mushrooms. “Toadsworth always advises I take these with me… they always come in handy.” She says with a giggle.

“That is what I am for, Princess! Ho ho!” Says Toadsworth.

Princess Peach opens the maws of the brothers, allowing them both to take the life-replenishing Mushrooms. After a moment, the Bros. immediately hop back up to their feet… and are caught off guard… had Cackletta been vanquished?

“Cackletta has been defeated.” Says Queen Bean, approaching the Bros. from beside Princess Peach. “Our Kingdom can finally put our worries of her to rest. Now, Princess! We must make haste!”

“Ah, yes!” Says the Princess. Princess Peach walks back up to the others, the Bros. following behind her. She steps up to the Beanstar, and clears her throat…

Princess Peach lets out a soft and gentle lullaby. The song put everyone in the room at ease… and caused the Beanstar to slowly open its eyes…

…Little do they know they had forgotten someone was missing.

“Ha ha ha!” Echoes an unfamiliar laugh.

At the sound of the laugh, Princess Peach silences, but the Beanstar remains almost awake. Everyone is engulfed with surprise and looks to the entrance.

Out from the entrance, Popple suddenly reappears. Before anyone can react, Popple dashes for the Beanstar, shoving Princess Peach off to the side. As he reaches out to snag it… he stops.

“…Is this really worth it?” Popple asks.

The Pea Advisor then gasps, and points to the Shadow Thief. “I knew you were gonna try and steal it!”

“Shut ya trap, pea-wee!” Popple exclaims, before straightening himself. He then appeared deep in thought.

“…Ya know, I could totally just take the Beanstar now, see? …I recognize an aura when I see one, and I’ve been looking for this for ages, since I was roaming around the Hooniversity…” Popple monologues. “I could just take the Princess’ wish and get all the treasure I want! …But that ain’t the Shadow Thief way, see? That ain’t how Popple does it! No way! …Ain’t it better to work for riches than to just get them all with a snap of ya fingers—!”

“OHH, JUST SHUT UP!!!” Bowser suddenly exclaims. He then rushes to Popple, and punches him in the gut, also sending him through the roof.

“NO! WAIT!” Popple exclaims as he flies through the roof. “I wasn’t done, see!?”

“…Why do some people always have to monologue?” Bowser asks. “Can’t you see we’re busy!?”

“…Ahem, anyway,” Says Queen Bean. “Continue, Princess.”

After another short moment of silence, Princess Peach continues. The Beanstar, which had begun to nod off, slowly opened its eyes again. It stared before the group before it, but kept firm eye contact on the Princess.

“…What is your wish?” The Beanstar asks.

“I wish for the restoration of the Beanbean and Mushroom Kingdoms!” Says Princess Peach. “Return whatever was lost to the Beanish Royal family and their Kingdom, and rid the Kingdoms of Cackletta’s darkness!”

“…Anything you ask, shall become true…” Says the Beanstar. “…So be it…”

The Beanstar then glows a bright green aura. The light covers the entirety of the throne room. Everyone keeps their eyes covered… until the light eventually fades. Everyone uncovers their sight, and spots the Beanstar laying on the ground.

“…Did it work?” Bowser asks. “What happened?”

The throne room is, once again, silent… until it once again isn’t.

“Your highness!” A guard from outside suddenly screams. “Your highness!”

A small troupe of guards suddenly appears within the throne room, all of them appearing panicked.

“Are you alright, your Majesty?” One guard asks. “What about the Lady at Court? And the Prince?”

“Where is Cackletta!?” Another guard questions. “I’ll show her not to mess with the Beanbean Kingdom!”

“And what about that witch’s little underling?” Asks another guard.

“None of you need to worry!” Queen Bean announces. “For Cackletta and Fawful have been vanquished, all by the good fellows you see here!” She says, referring to the Bros., Prince, and Koopa King beside her.

The guards all relax, and become ecstatic at the news, each of them taking a step closer to the heroes before them.

“A spectacular feat!” Says one guard.

“The Kingdom is saved!” Says another guard. “Cackletta is no more!”

“Yes, yes! Precisely!” Says Queen Bean. She then turns to the Bros. and Princess.

“You don’t mind staying a bit longer do you?” Queen Bean asks. “I believe a celebration is in order! You saved the Kingdom!”

“We don’t mind at all, do we?” Princess Peach asks, turning back to the Bros. and Toadsworth.

The Bros. jump, confirming they don’t mind staying.

“Oh, I don’t mind, Princess!” Says Toadsworth. “It gives me time to spend with Lady Lima! …For I’ve been meaning to chat with her.” He glances over to the Beanish advisor.

Lady Lima then glances away, appearing red in the face…

“…But what about me?” Bowser asks. “The Queen said I helped too!”

“You are welcome to stay, Bowser.” Says Princess Peach. “…Just promise me you won’t do anything absurd.”

“I promise, Princess.” Says Bowser with no hesitation.

“It is settled then!” Says Queen Bean. “I’m certain there is already a curious crowd outside. Let us announce Cackletta’s defeat!”

Everyone follows Queen Bean outside… and, as she thought, are immediately met with a crowd.

“What happened!?” Asks one Beanish in the crowd.

“Where’s Cackletta!?” Asks another Beanish.

“Is the Beanstar safe?” Asks another.

“People of the Beanbean Kingdom!” Queen Bean announces. “Cackletta and her rule have been vanquished at the hands of the gracious heroes you see before you! Let us celebrate this momentous occasion!”

The crowd then cheers, and the entourage of people moves to the Castle Town.

The Mario Bros, Princess Peach, Bowser, and Prince Peasley were all given Medals of Honor for their service in the bout for the Beanbean Kingdom. As they enjoyed the sudden yet exciting celebration, each of them were asked if they wanted a picture… which, after multiple pictures, they all had to decline.

Everyone chatted, and got to know each other more… especially Lady Lima and Toadsworth, who kept conversing a ways away from the crowd.

The Town celebrated the morning away, and began to cement this day within the Beanbean Kingdom’s history… The Day the Darkness was Vanquished, they’d soon call it.

As the afternoon slowly dawned upon the Town, everyone began to wish the Mushroom Kingdom residents goodbye and watched as they departed for the Beanbean International Airport.

—

— Beanbean International Airport —

The Beanish Royals and Mushroom Kingdom residents stood just before one another, Princess Peach’s personal airplane now repaired and ready for take off. Bowser was off to the side, sitting in his Clown Car.

“I truly wish we could’ve had more time to talk, Princess!” Says Queen Bean. “For there is much to discuss!”

“Yes, I feel the same way.” Says Princess Peach. “Maybe you can pay a visit to the Mushroom Kingdom sometime?”

“Of course! We should schedule a meeting!” Says Queen Bean.

“I’ll be sure to help you plan such a date, your Majesty.” Says Lady Lima.

As the runway grows silent, the sounding of sniffling grabs Lady Lima’s attention. She turns, and spots a teary eyed Toadsworth.

“…Oh, Toadsworth. Don’t do that.” Says Lady Lima, also appearing slightly teary eyed.

“How can I not, Lady Lima?” Toadsworth asks, stuttering. “Our time together went by so fast! Too quickly!”

“…Ohh, I know! I distaste it!” Says Lady Lima.

“Let us share these last moments together, shall we?” Toadsworth asks.

Lady Lima and Toadsworth then rush toward each other, and hold onto one another in a tight embrace. They bawl in one another’s arms… they simply could not let each other go… maybe Queen Bean and Princess Peach should reunite sometime soon…

“…Ugh, they only just met, and are all teary eyed now?” Bowser asks himself. “…Weird…”

“Ahem…” Prince Peasley clears his throat. “It was a grand pleasure getting to meet you all! And fight alongside you, Superstar Siblings!”

Mario nods, while Luigi rushes to Prince Peasley, his arms wide open and ready for an embrace. The Prince wastes no time in returning Luigi the favor, wrapping his arms around the man in green and giving him a hearty pat on the back. The two separate, and Luigi moves back to his spot.

“Come on, Toadsworth!” Says Princess Peach. “We have to go!”

“Yeah!” Bowser butts in. “We don’t have all day!”

“…Ah, alright…” Says Toadsworth, letting Lady Lima go. “I wish to see you soon, Lady Lima.”

“So do I, Toadsworth.” Says Lady Lima.

“Have a safe trip back!” Says Queen Bean as everyone heads into Peach’s plane.

“May we cross paths again!” Says Prince Peasley.

The groups wish each other farewell as the plane slowly rises into the sky, the Clown Car following behind it. The Royal family watched as its visitors returned home. Prince Peasley even followed the plane as it crossed the border, waving it goodbye as it fled.

…But just because they’re back home, doesn’t mean that the story’s over just yet.

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— Mushroom Kingdom, Princess Peach’s Castle —

The Toads just outside Princess Peach’s castle wander, for all of their work had been done, and they just had to await the Princess and brothers.

Their work in rebuilding the Kingdom especially became easy with the help from Bowser’s Minions troop that suddenly decided to come along and assist.

The Kingdom was suddenly ambushed by Cackletta and her Minions, then Goombas and Koopa Troopa’s began flooding in. But rather than attacking the Toads, they attacked Cackletta’s Minions… how odd… despite how odd it was, all the Toads appreciated the lending hand.

As the Toads and Minions wait, a Toad looks up to spot Princess Peach’s plane approaching the Castle, along with Bowser’s Clown Car.

“Everyone! Look!” A Toad exclaims. “The Princess and Mario Bros. are back!”

“Lord Bowser’s also there too!” Captain Goomba butts in.

“…Uh, yeah.” Says the Toad. “And Bowser too…”

“It’s *LORD* Bowser, Toad!” Captain Goomba exclaims, making the Toad cower.

“HEY!” Bowser exclaims as his Clown Car descends onto the Mushroom Kingdom’s soil. “What did I say about fighting the Toads?”

“…Sorry, Lord Bowser… it won’t happen again!” Says Captain Goomba.

“Good! …Because the Princess is on her way here!” Bowser says in a cheeky and giddy tone. He steps out of the Clown Car, and watches the plane slowly descend onto the paved ground.

The plane slows and comes to a stop, then allowing everyone within it to exit… the Princess and Toadsworth quickly spot the Minions, and become suspicious.

“Bowser?” Princess Peach asks. “Why are your Minions here?”

“I swear, if you lay ONE CLAW on the Princess!” Toadsworth says, ratting his cane at the Koopa King.

“No, Princess! Wait!” Says Bowser. “I sent them here to defend it so it looked all nice and pretty when we came back!”

“…Really?” Toadsworth asks. “I find that hard to believe.”

The Bros. jump, and explain all they know… Bowser was telling the truth.

“…Well, I suppose if Masters Mario and Luigi say so…” Says Toadsworth, calming down a bit.

“…Oh, I see.” Says Princess Peach. “Thank you, Bowser. How oddly kind of you.”

“Lord Bowser!” An approaching Lakitu calls. “The Koopa Cruiser is ready for takeoff!”

“Hold it!” Says Bowser. He then turns to the Princess. “…I have something I want to tell you, Princess.”

Bowser suddenly gets on one knee before Princess Peach, quickly flustering her… oh, Toadsworth could strangle him right now.

“YOU GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Toadsworth exclaims.

“I’m not gonna do anything!” Bowser exclaims. “…I swear. I promise I won’t kidnap her.”

“…Ohh, fine.” Says Toadsworth. “Say what you like.”

“…Maybe that Popple guy was right, Princess.” Says Bowser. “I could’ve just taken that wish-granting bean thing and got you to marry me… but relationships take time, and work… it’s better to work for stuff yourself rather than just wish for it.”

“…What a heartfelt thing to say, Bowser.” Says Princess Peach. “I’m very glad you didn’t go through with your wish.”

“You wanna know what else is heartfelt?” Bowser asks, looking up to Peach with puppy-dog eyes.

“…What is, Bowser?” Princess Peach asks.

“This kidnapping!” Bowser exclaims.

The Clown Car moves behind Bowser. The Koopa King then snags the Princess and jumps into the Clown Car, and stares upon the bamboozled plumbers and old Toad.

“Mario! Luigi!” Princess Peach exclaims. “Help me!”

“Hah! Of course you chumps fell for that!” Says Bowser. “Guess what, plumbers? Our truce is off! The Princess and I are finally getting married! BWAHAHAHA!!”

Bowser then turns, facing the crowd of Toads before the Castle. “Captain Goomba!” He calls.

“Yes, Lord Bowser?” Captain Goomba asks as he moves up toward the Clown Car.

“Get in the Clown Car with me!” Says Bowser. “You’ve earned it, Captain!”

Captain Goomba, once again, becomes teary eyed… before finally obliging. “Yes, Lord Bowser! I will!” He then jumps into the Clown Car, now sitting beside Bowser.

The Clown Car flies off, leaving the Bros. and Toadsworth below fuming… they should’ve expected this to happen…

“Ohhh!” Toadsworth grumbles. “Me and my oblivious head! …Master Mario! Master Luigi! You know what to do!”

With no hesitation, the Bros. jump forward… this wasn’t how they expected to spend their afternoon, but after so many Princess rescue missions, it just feels like an average day.

—

Bowser, still sitting within his Clown Car, hovers to Bowser’s Castle with the Koopa Cruiser slowly following him from behind.

…Bowser was surprised that the Princess was being so quiet… she normally shrieked and cried all the way to the Castle. The silence made Bowser antsy.

The Koopa King looks to Captain Goomba, who contently sat in silence… and Bowser felt he was oddly familiar…

“…Somethings familiar about you, Captain Goomba.” Says Bowser. “Like… like I saw you falling or something…

“Falling from where, Lord Bowser?” Captain Goomba asks.

“…A mountain…” Bowser begins to recall.

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— Hoohoo Mountain —

Bowser stood on Hoohoo Mountain, just near the summit, standing alone… before looking up.

“…What’s that?” Bowser asks himself. “…A… Goomba?”

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— Back in the Present… —

“And then everything went all black.” Says Bowser.

“Huh… I do remember falling from a mountain…” Says Captain Goomba.

Bowser stares at the Goomba Captain, feeling a familiarity that he quite couldn’t put a claw on… until it suddenly hits him.

“YOU!!!” Bowser exclaims, gripping the edge of the Clown Car. “YOU’RE THE GOOMBA THAT BONKED ME ON THE HEAD! I LOST MY MEMORY ‘CAUSE OF YOU!!”

…Captain Goomba immediately becomes nervous. “…Uh, that wasn’t me?” He asks, trying to seem inconspicuous.

“NO, I REMEMBER THE FLAG!” Bowser exclaims. He then grabs Captain Goomba, and prepares to throw him out of the Clown Car.

“Wait! Wait, Lord Bowser!” Captain Goomba pleas. “Can’t we settle this less… violently?”

“I’M DEMOTING YOU FOR THIS!!” Bowser exclaims, ignoring the Goomba’s plea.

Bowser chucks the Goomba out of the Clown Car, expecting to have his business dealt with… before the sound of a Goomba being stomped on is heard, and two shadows suddenly appear behind him.

As Bowser looks back, Mario and Luigi jump directly onto his head, knocking the Clown Car off course. As the Bros. snag Princess Peach and carry her away, Bowser plummets to the ground.

“NOOO!!” Bowser exclaims. “CURSE YOU, MARIO BROS.!!!”

The Bros. flee the scene and scurry back to the Castle, Mario carrying the Princess as they hurry away. A few Minions spot Bowser, who was momentarily left behind. They carry him and the Clown Car back to his Castle, ready to prepare for Bowser’s next plot against the Bros.

While the Mushroom Kingdom celebrated the Bros. and Princess’ return, they all pondered and laughed over their adventure… despite the stress it put them under, they were still able to look back on it with a smile… until Bowser attempted to swoop up the Princess again.

…No matter. The Bros. were ready, just as they always are.

For there’s never a dull moment in the Mushroom Kingdom, after all.

- END OF CHAPTER 5 -

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