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gotnofucks · 4 years

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My Little Girl-3

Pairing: dark!Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 3.7k

Warning: dub-con, smut, weird weird stuff idk how I came up with, 18+ Only

A/n: Tried to build a plot…I think

Part1 Part2

MASTERLIST

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Was it only a few months ago you were complaining about walking? You remember wishing that one day you could travel on horseback or a palanquin, but you never thought it would be this way. Tony had outdone himself by getting you a carriage, one fit for a royal and you jostled inside as it made its up a winding path.

You looked at him sat across from you, reading a scroll in the dim light of the lantern that hung overhead. He unlike you was calm, his legs relaxed and spread open while you sat biting the skin around your nails in nervousness. You didn’t know where you were going, only it will be a few long days of journey. Tony had roused you in the middle of the night asking you to pack a change of dresses and your medicinal herbs. You had asked where you were off to but like always your questions were put aside with vague reassurances.

“It does not become a future queen to pinch her face like this my love” Tony commented, his brown eyes gleaming in the faint light.

“And does it become a future king to abandon his palace in the middle of the night like thieves?” You asked with a huff and Tony chuckled. He put down his papers and held out a hand to you that you took. Pulling you into his lap, he adjusted the blanket over you so that the slight breeze from the window won’t hit you.

“You talk to me like an equal already. I will have a lot of fun taming you into an obedient wife.” He murmured in your ear and you shivered. You had come to accept his familiar intimacy over the months, somehow even crave his touch when he was away. He had made your body his, while your heart was battling between emotions for a man who ran hot and cold.

His lips pressed against your neck, right over your larynx, bulging over it as you gulped deeply. His beard scratched deliciously across your flesh and your hand raised up to push back his hair that had fallen on his forehead. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying and failing to figure him out. You still didn’t know what he saw in you, only that he refused to be parted.

His hands found the hem of your skirt, collecting the heavy fabric and pushing it up. You squeaked, holding his hands as a blush overtook your features.

“My prince, not here.” You said and Tony chuckled, slanting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss, air now kissing your neither regions. You moaned and pushed against him, your delicate hands no match for his strength.

“You should know better than to deny me my princess, I take you where I want, how I want.”

He unlaced his breeches, shifting under you to pull them down to his knees and lifting you and twisting your body so your legs fell on either side of him, straddling his thighs.

“But I’m sore.” You complained even as the bulbous head of his cock slapped against your sensitive flesh, a jolt of lightening shooting down your spine. Pleasure and rational were always at war where Tony was concerned.

“I’ll be gentle. Now put me inside you.” You took his heavy tool in your hand, positioning him at your entrance and sank down slowly on him. The rocking of the carriage aided the thrusts, his whole length going deeper in this position. He let you do most of the work, his hands at your waist helping you bounce softly. His eyes were locked intensely to yours, broken only when he leaned forward to kiss you or suck a mark on your flesh.

“We’ll reach our destination in two days; you must obey my every command there.” Tony said, his breath labored as you continued moving. You looked at him in question, but he didn’t say more, one of his hands reaching between to tease your bud. You moaned alongside him, sweaty and panting. The heat of his gaze and his body drove you towards the peek and you fell with a scream, hoping against hope that the coachman couldn’t hear you over the trampling of horses. Tony groaned as you squeezed him, his hands clutching you tight to himself as he released in your body with a few last desperate thrusts.

You breathed heavily and moved to get off him, but he held you, his hand reaching into a silk pouch to bring out a small glass vial. You watched in bewilderment as Tony reached a finger inside you and scooped out the mix of your release and his cum, dropping the thick mixture into the vial. He finally let you move and went over to seal the vial with some wax.

“What are you doing?” You asked, shock coloring your voice.

“Don’t think about it. Are you cold, do you want another blanket?” Like always your queries were dismissed like the meaningless babblings of a child and you huddled in your blanket with a frown on your face at being treated as such. “Don’t make that face when we reach at our destination. You need to be on your best behavior.”

You held Tony’s hand in yours, lacing your fingers and pulling him under the blanket with you hoping your closeness will soften him up.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. Now come here my princess, you need your sleep.”

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You opened your eyes when you realized you were being carried somewhere. Tony’s arms lifted you with little trouble, his title as the Man made of Iron doing justice to his strength. You were just entering what seemed like an Inn, the servants crowding to bow before the prince. You sleepily lifted your head and surmised it was probably the back door and you wondered again why Tony felt the need to hide so much.

“Your Highness, it’s an honor to be graced with your presence. As your messenger requested, we have got a room at the back ready. Not one whisper of your presence shall escape any lung here.”

Tony nodded at the servant and carried you over the threshold to a room at the end. Setting you down on the bed, he left the room and you got up, still half asleep. Now that you had been living in the royal chambers for a few months, the starched sheets felt scratchy against your skin. You heard noises outside the door and crept over sneakily, trying to listen.

“– know what I am doing. I don’t care what you say.”

“Your Highness – Tony – You are my closest friend. As someone who has stayed loyal to you and will always be, you must take my advice. It’s dangerous to cross the territory.” You recognized the voice as Lord James Rhodes and frowned since you had no idea he was travelling with your party.

“I have to! I will not have her suffer. You’re the one who suspected that Steve maybe the one who –”

“Your Highness, I didn’t mean for you to take this step. Have you any idea what state the palace will be in once they learn of your disappearance? You’re to be wedded to Princess Virginia in few weeks and if word travels back that you’re out with your…with your preferred woman things will go south.”

“That is why you are here. While I manage my personal affairs, you will see to my duties back home. If all goes according to my plan, we’ll be on our way back in a few days with good news.”

There voice drifted away and you climbed back into bed before Tony came back, mulling over what you’ve heard. The Prince has taken this journey for you, to protect you from something. And somehow Lord Rogers is related to it. You shuddered as you thought of him, his leers making you feel dirty even in your thoughts.

Tony came back after a few minutes, crawling under the sheets with you.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and you shook your head no. His hands expertly rid you of your dress, throwing it on the floor before he disrobed and joined you naked, his front to your back. You make a soft noise and his hands wandered down your curves, smoothening and squeezing while his lips bit your earlobe. “Been wanting to fill you again and again my little girl.” His fingers circled your nub, your slick running down your thigh and Tony raised your leg over his thigh before entering you from behind.

You didn’t speak, his gentle love making tugging you deep in the heart as you went over what he just said outside. His rough breath blew over your face and neck, hands playing with your nipples and nub. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room, soft moans whispered in the dark.

“Won’t be long now, you’ll be mine officially.” He mumbled and released just after you, panting heavily. You turned over to tug yourself under his arm, but he pushed away and like before got another vial where he collected your essence. You grimaced, wondering what he’ll do with this.

“Will you ever tell me what really goes on in your head?” You ask as he lay with you.

One of his hands played with your hair and tugged a little, making you look up at him. Even in the dark, his eyes were shining like made of some luminescent rock.

“My little girl, all my thoughts are about you. You’re the only thing that is ever on my mind.” He whispered.

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You looked out of the window, surprised to see that there were at least a dozen other men accompanying you. The carriage rolled down, the path getting rockier as it went and you held onto your seat. Tony had chosen to ride with Lord Rhodes, probably to talk without you overhearing. This was the farthest you had ever been from the kingdom, the wilderness getting more untamed. After a few minutes, the carriage lurched to a stop as did everyone else. You pushed your head out to see what was happening.

“You must decide Your Highness, for if we cross the boundary now there is no going back.” Lord Rhodes said to Tony whose eyes flicked to you before he nodded. The procession moved onwards and after some time it seemed like nature itself had changed. The trees on either side of the path were unlike you had ever seen, bulbous shapes, some conic with almost purplish leaves. Your eyes widened, pretty sure you were dreaming.

“Enjoying the view?” Tony asked as he rode his horse alongside you.

“This – is this real? I feel like it’s a spell.” You said in awe and Tony reached out to flick your nose.

“We’re in the lands of Kamartaj my love, everything here is an illusion and reality.”

“What’s Kamartaj, I’ve never heard of it”

You should have stuck to vague sentiments because the moment you asked the question Tony rode away, his horse speeding up to the front. You sighed in defeat, resting against the back and let your thoughts wander. You focused on the different fruits that hung from the trees, the stones that seemed to almost shine. The very air seemed sweeter somehow.

You must have journeyed for an hour before finally stopping. Before you stood a castle, but not as big as the one back home. This one was built with dark stone, the terrible winds having smoothened out its edges. It looked ancient, and if you dared think, almost alive. The men dismounted and stood in waiting, until a man in red robes emerged from within.

Lord Rhodes stepped forward and bowed deep, the man in front of him mimicking his action.

“Master Wong, I thank you for granting us your presence and admittance to your land. The Prince of Stark Kingdom extends his warm regards.”

Tony stepped forward and bowed too, the other men behind him following. Wong had very short hair, he almost appeared bald and his face held lines that seemed infused in superior knowledge. He didn’t smile at your party, merely looked at them as one would at a stone on the path.

“The Sorcerer Supreme and our Medic are expecting you. Please, have the lady come forth and follow me.” Wong said. How he knew you were in the carriage you couldn’t say for he had not glanced at your way once. Tony helped you down from the carriage, fixing your skirt and hair.

“Stay close to me, and don’t interrupt them. They are short on patience and it’s mighty great to have secured an audience.”

You had so many questions about where you were, why were you here and who were you meeting. This whole place felt detached from the world you had grown up in, as if every element here resisted what was considered normal. You let Tony guide you inside the castle, your slippers rubbing against the floor. Contrary to the cold image the castle presented, it was warm inside, with fires burning in small niches and illuminating your way. It was like a labyrinth, one hall leading to another, twisting and turning until you lost all sense of direction. You glanced over your shoulder and saw that only Lord Rhodes accompanied you, rest of the men staying outside.

The chamber that the hall opened to was large and strategic windows on the wall cast in streams of light, the whole place swimming with dust motes. Before you stood two men who looked up when Wong entered with you, one a tall man in blue robes and a red cape while another who wore a simple tunic.

Tony left your side and smiled as the man in the simple garb came forward to embrace him.

“Tony my dear friend, how long it has been.” He greeted, the man in the red cape behind him snorting in disdain.

“Bruce, or should I say Medic Banner now?” Tony teased, making Bruce rib him and chortle.

“Yes yes, its all very great to have you here. What do you want Stark?” The red cape man asked and Bruce rolled his eyes.

“Stephen, he’s a friend.”

“Your friend, Master Medic, not mine. I do not tolerate egotist princes who throw a tantrum when things don’t go their way. Their view of universe is limited to their kingdom, higher truth not interesting them in the slightest.”

You could sense the animosity between The Prince and this man, and you surprisingly found yourself fearing for Tony. You made a small noise in the back of your throat that immediately made all eyes turn towards you. Bruce’s eyes widened in curiosity and he shot an almost cheeky look at Tony.

“As I would have explained Sorcerer Supreme had you allowed me to speak, this is my future princess, Lady Y/n. Come here my love.” Tony said and you joined him, your hands clutching his. “It is her that brings me here, for I fear for her health.”

Bruce, Stephen and Wong scanned you, yet you didn’t feel afraid under their looks. It was like they looked deeper than your skin, as if their gaze seemed to be passing through you into the beyond.

“The contents in the letter you sent, they referred to her?” Bruce asked and Tony nodded. You frowned, feeling blindsided. He’d been talking about you to other people? The royal physician had declared you healthy, so why were you here in the company of men far different to any.

“My lady, please have a seat.” Stephen said politely to you and you peeked up at Tony who nodded. You were confused as you settled into a chair, Stephen sitting before you. Your eyes settled on his scarred hands that were trembling slightly, yet they didn’t weaken his countenance in the slightest.

“Tony, you brought what I asked?” Bruce questioned and Tony produced the two vials of your essence. You blushed a deep red, embarrassment and shame flooding you.

“If I may My Lady?” Stephen asked, his thumb poised over your forehead.

“What?” You squeaked

“I’ll place my hand on your head, it won’t hurt. May I?”

He was polite to you, almost kind in a fatherly way when he spoke. You were glad his rivalry with Tony didn’t extend to you, for you didn’t think you could handle having someone like him as an enemy. Whoever he was, you saw no reason to fear him. The raw power he exuded soothed you instead of making you feel smaller. You nodded to him and his thumb touched your head. The world went black.

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There was a commotion around you, voiced raising and shouting. You tried to open your eyes, but they stuck together. Memories ran across your mind, the first meeting with Tony, your mother hugging you, Steve touching your cheek, the myriads of lovemaking moments rushing past. You tried to move your hand but found you couldn’t control your body, the muscles seizing and paralyzing you. You heard your name as if from a far far place, the voice familiar and warm and full of love. You willed yourself to follow it, your body seemingly floating through nothing, wading through the dark to the source of warmth.

Your eyes snapped open and you were still on the chair, leaning back against the back to rest your head. Tony and Stephen were shouting at each other, Lord Rhodes pacing near Bruce who was fiddling over what looked like cauldrons simmering on fire. You blinked and got up slowly, your tongue heavy in your mouth.

“Tony?” You called out and saw him abruptly shut up and rush to your side, hands cupping your face, fingers stroking gently.

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice thick with worry and you nodded, hugging him. You didn’t understand what happened, but you wanted to leave. It felt like someone had jumped inside you, turning you inside out. You looked at Bruce who was adding your essence to one of the cauldrons and you shot an accusing look at Tony.

“Did you bring me to witches?”

Tony winced at your tone and shook his head, his gaze locking on Stephen who was full on glaring at him.

“Strange and Wong are masters of the mystic arts, a science beyond time. They are not witches.” He explained but you were not convinced.

“My Lady, we are sorcerers, we work with nature, not against it. Bruce is just a mad physician who doesn’t know his own strengths and limits.” Stephen explained to you. His eyes held a new sort of light when they fell on you, a look of pity and respect. “You are a strong woman My Lady, having been through what you did and still having a kind heart to let yourself care for a man like Stark.”

Tony scowled and you bent your neck, hiding your eyes from Stephen. He knew what Tony had done to you. Somehow, he had seen what happened, had felt what you felt. It was a humiliation you couldn’t take.

“You must not fear My Lady, for Kamartaj will do its best to help you. Once Master Medic finishes tinkering with his potion that is.”

As if waiting for him to say this, Bruce shot up from his chair and started pacing. “I can’t believe this. He was a friend to us, why would he turn on you.” He was mumbling to himself, running his hand through his grey and black hair. He looked at you and then started pacing anew.

“Bruce?” Tony asked, his hands holding yours and still not letting go

“If what you say is true, Steve is poisoning you.” Bruce declared and you gasped. “No, don’t look like that. It’s not venom, but a specific poison that affects only one specific brand in your body. In this case, the reproductive organs.”

Your mouth dropped open as you suddenly revisited what Steve had said to you a couple weeks ago. You couldn’t have Tony’s kid.

“He’s been mixing something in my food? My water?” You asked but Bruce shook his head.

“No, my lady. You are fertile and healthy. Steve has been mixing the poison in Tony’s food.”

There was silence for a minute until Lord Rhodes threw his knife at the wall in anger, the blade embedding itself even in stone.

“That traitor, he will be hung for treason!” He vowed and you found yourself nodding.

Tony however looked less than pleased with this information. For the first time since you had left the palace, he actually looked worried. It seemed he would have preferred if Steve were poisoning you.

“Tony, we need to tell His Majesty about this. To hell with him not accepting your match with Lady Y/n, this is about your life.” Lord Rhodes said. Tony raised his eyes and the hard glint in them reminded you of the power he restrained when he was with you. You were painfully reminded of the first night he took you, the darkness that was barely held at bay.

“Tell my father?” He scoffed in derision. “Steve can’t poison me himself, he’s been removed as my Lord months ago. He has help from the palace staff, and the palace staff answers to only one authority.”

The truth and bitterness of the statement settled like a stone over your heart. The Prince was being conspired against by his own father.

“How long until the poison lasts?” Tony asked Bruce as if he had not just made a terrible truth known.

“A few more weeks if the use is discontinued. The effects should burn out.”

“And my seed will carry over to her after that?”

“Yes, it should.”

Tony nodded like that solved everything. He pulled you up, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your knees knock against each other.

“You will bear my heir soon enough, and then I’ll gift you the head of the man who wished to separate us.”

He kissed you in full view of everyone, and you could do little but respond. You were just a shiny object that powerful men fought over, and no matter how much they loved you, desired you, you’ll end up being pulled on either side until you broke.

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caiminnent · 4 years

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horizons into battlegrounds [pre-slash kylux, rated T]

PROMPT: rage against the reflection (@badthingshappenbingo, 10/25)

SUMMARY: Some nights, when Kylo Ren looks in the mirror, someone else looks back.

FANDOM: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

TAGS: Bad Things Happen Bingo, Rage Against the Reflection, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Oblivious Kylo Ren, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping

NOTES: Inspired by no road home.

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Kylo comes to Hux shouting in his face.

His vision is swimming. He blinks hard to push the spots out of his sight, his right arm throbbing in time with his head—his hand on fire. The noise becomes words—his name, his true name, not of that—

“How kind of you to finally join us,” Hux bites out, his chest heaving. Taking a deep breath against the tightness of his own lungs, Kylo blinks harder until the scene finally comes into focus.

They are sitting among the debris of Kylo’s refresher—shards of mirror and plexi spread across the floor, deep lines across the length of the sonic cubicle, the contents of what used to be the refresher cabinet lying in a pile in the corner. Hells.

“Ren,” Hux repeats, rolling the R—Kylo basks in the sound of it. “Are you quite well enough to stand? You’d better not expect me to haul you to the medbay, too.”

A hot stone dropping in the pit of his stomach, “No,” he grits out. He can’t handle being seen right now—he can’t. Hux’s eyes on him are on the verge of too much on their own. “No medbay. No doctors.”

“No—are you out of your mind?” Hux snaps. “Your hand needs medical attention—preferably sooner than later. You’ve wasted enough time sitting there and feeling sorry for yourself as it is.”

Anger simmers deep in his belly. Haughty fucking asshole, thinking he can just come in and— “You do it, then,” he snaps back. As if. Hux would rather die than dirty his hands on Kylo.

“I’m hardly a trained professional, Ren. Nor your babysitter.”

“Do it yourself or leave. I’m not going to the kriffing medbay.”

Hux’s nostrils flare, lips thinning into a line. Transparisteel cracks under his feet as he gracefully unfolds from his half-kneel—Kylo can breathe a little easier with distance between them.

Closing his eyes tight, Kylo leans his head back on the cold wall. His hand doesn’t hurt that much as long as he keeps it still. Might be able to numb it with ice—does he have ice in the conservator? Probably not. He’s going to have to call in a droid—and for that he’s going to need his datapad, which he vaguely remembers shattering against a wall—

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

His eyes fly open.

Hux… isn’t leaving. He is standing in the main space instead, scanning the room as if trying to sense the kit through durasteel. Kylo should tell him to go away—should push him out of the door himself. Hux doesn’t belong in the middle of Kylo’s mess.

Swallowing the words, “Somewhere,” he mutters belatedly. Not like he’s ever used his kit. His usual injuries are either too severe or too superficial to bother.

Hux huffs. “Wash your hands—with care. I’ll be back.”

Kylo glares at his back until the main doors close behind him.

Part of him wants to root himself to the spot out of spite; but the bastard was right about needing medical attention. Grabbing the side of the cracked sink with his left side, he hauls himself up—hisses at the pain jolting up his arm, rekindling the low pulsing ache in his knuckles. Shit, he’d better not have messed it up for good. The Supreme Leader will have no use for him if he can’t even wield a lightsaber.

He does his best to scrub off the small shards and blood without jarring his hand too much. Some of the cuts start bleeding sluggishly again, encouraged by the flowing water. Dabbing at his knuckles with a clean towel, he steps out of the refresher just as the door hisses open.

Hux walks in with a kit that looks too professional to be standard issue. Kylo doesn’t bother asking how he knows the lock combination—it’s no stranger than the trackers he keeps finding in his belts.

Pausing three steps from Kylo, “I see you can display some common sense when it suits your purposes,” Hux says, looking around. The idea of the medbay is the only reason Kylo doesn’t smother him with the towel. “Where shall we sit?”

Well. Kylo hadn’t thought that far.

Not expecting to ever have company crossing his threshold, he hadn’t furnished his quarters beyond what they came with; the one desk chair he doesn’t really fit into and his bed are the only spots to sit. Shame burns through him at the thought of the General in his bedroom; but he’s out of options—and anyway, Hux found him sitting on the floor of his tarnished refresher. Seeing his private rooms won’t give Hux ammunition he doesn’t already have.

“Come with me,” Kylo says, floating the chair.

Hux snorts at the display, though he doesn’t comment as they follow the chair into the bedroom. Kylo places it next to the bed with less precision than he would like, pulling the dresser closer as a makeshift table. Hux’s quiet presence behind him sets him on edge. It is unlike Hux to pass up this chance for a snide remark about Kylo’s taste in décor or his cleanliness; what is he plotting?

Sitting on the bed, “Here,” Kylo says, gesturing at the chair with the towel he is still clutching.

If Hux is similarly put off by their surroundings, he doesn’t show it as he strides over wordlessly, placing the kit on the dresser. He is methodical about it—unzipping and spreading the bag, shrugging off and draping his greatcoat unceremoniously over the back of the chair before taking his seat. Out of uniform, his hair free of the unforgiving gel, he looks… small. Vulnerable. Kylo glances down at the jut of Hux’s collarbones visible through his thin sleep shirt, an odd feeling bubbling in his heart.

Sleep shirt. Hux was in bed—or preparing for it.

“How did you know I was injured?” Kylo asks as Hux folds up his sleeves—a safer question than why did you care to come and stay?

Hux pauses mid-fold, raising a brow. “You were screaming. In my head.” Bottom drops off Kylo’s stomach. “I gather from your face that was unintentional.”

“Yeah,” Kylo admits quietly. Kriff. He hadn’t projected like that since he was—since he became Kylo Ren. The Supreme Leader won’t like it. Kylo will be called back for more training, for correction—and how long would that take? Months? A year? A whole year on the Supremacy, isolated, away from the Finalizer—

The Supreme Leader can’t know.

“All right,” Hux says, finishing the last crisp fold. “For the record, I suggest screaming in Lieutenant Mitaka’s direction next time. He’s got excellent bedside manners.” Satisfied with his handiwork, he extends a—bare—hand, palm up. “Your hand, please.”

Hux is… not caring—the word is unlikely to be in the General’s vocabulary—but his touch borders on gentle as he examines Kylo’s hand; twisting and turning his wrist, flexing his fingers, checking his range of motion while asking more questions than Kylo’s exhausted brain can handle. By the time he lets off the poking and prodding, Kylo’s hand is pulsing hotter than when he first punched the mirror.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” is the verdict. Relief spreads through Kylo. “Sprained, possibly. Ice, compression and elevation should be enough for now; but I want medical personnel to see to it and confirm first thing tomorrow.”

In Hux’s wildest dreams. A sprain is nothing; it will heal on its own. He doesn’t need to sit through more judgment and disapproval just to be told to rest his hand.

As if he can read his thoughts, Hux gives him a steely glare—a sharp contrast to the unexpected warmth of his hands. He is still holding Kylo’s wrist like Kylo might slip away if he lets go. “You’re lucky I haven’t ordered a psychiatric evaluation; stars know you wouldn’t pass it. Why did you destroy your refresher?”

Shrugging a shoulder, “I looked in the mirror—he looked back,” Kylo mutters. Why in the hells he’s being honest about it, with Hux, is beyond him; it just feels right in a way not much did in a long, long time.

Hux hums, rummaging through the kit one-handed. “Well, the next time you see him, come to my quarters instead. I’ve got a bottle of syrspirit that makes you forget you’ve got a face to begin with.”

Did Hux just—

Mind reeling, Kylo blinks at Hux. Hux is frowning down at the label of the antiseptic bottle like the secrets of the galaxy lies in the tiny script. Kylo could have sworn he misunderstood if not for the distinct redness creeping up Hux’s neck and ears.

His lungs sitting wrong in his chest, “Maybe I will,” Kylo mumbles.

Hux nods slowly, the barest curl of a smile on his lips and reaches for the bandages.

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friendly-eldritch-horror · 4 years

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My Review of Star Trek Picard

TL;DR: It is Trump news cycle crossed with TOS reboot movies with an unnecessarily big budget crossed with the most stupid “why optimism in Star Trek is wrong” review, cut by a film student who just learned about switching scenes and was told to give things a sense of “mystery” who interpreted that as no background information.

In conclusion: it is not a implausible theory that the original people involved with Star Trek are trying to torch the franchise.

Don’t watch it. It is less of a Star Trek story than Threshold (VOY:S.2,Ep.15) is, and that ends with the captain and the navigator having lizard babies and abandoning them on a planet due to “evolving” into a “previous form of humanity” (which was apparently lizard) because of “breaking the warp 10 barrier”. None of that description is made up. But Picard lacks the core of optimism that all of the old series always had, even in defeat.

Here’s my experience with the show, as I remember it unfolding. I don’t actually remember if this is the precise chronological order, and I don’t care enough to check.

(Spoilers for Star Trek Picard below, tw violence mention, tw torture mention, tw weird mind manipulation bullshit mention, tw questionable romance things mention, tw mention of mercy kill)

[you can see from these tags why I don’t like it, because these things are all on screen, but hey, here’s the reconstructed live-blogged version because I am pissed]

Star Trek Picard: We’re going to begin with Picard giving a cool speech, perfectly encapsulating the spirit of TNG. Apparently lots of bad things happened in the past, but Picard has a moral compass. We want to make sure you know that.

Me: That was a great speech. This is going to be cool

Star Trek Picard: Okay, we’re going to make Starfleet cynical and have all of the problems of the current day US. And we’re going to introduce a cool character and kill her off immediately. This is definitely not episodic.

Me: Okay, maybe this is a bad beginning and the world is going to be better? The lack of stability makes me feel bad but that’s probably just a me thing.

Star Trek Picard: You know that speech Picard made? That was a bad idea. And we’re going to leave the two characters most qualified for this particular mission behind on Earth doing presumably farm work, to probably be killed by assassins and no one comments on this or thinks it’s a bad idea.

Me: Okay, my friend is still invested in this...

Star Trek Picard: Hey, we’re going to add in an allegory for 9/11 truthism being correct. And not tell you anything that’s going on in any coherent format. Also, there are scenes where we wanted the characters to argue but didn’t nail down what their positions actually were before we wrote it, so the dialogue makes no sense. Hope you don’t mind

Me: ...i guess it’s good i swallowed TVTropes? i think i can mostly pin down the tropes they’re trying to use... Okay, at least there will be good fanfics of this which go back and sort out everything other than the main plot thread. Because that does have some promise

Star Trek Picard: And Picard is an asshole. He abandoned his son figure and his former first mate for fifteen years and never even said hi. And doesn’t apologize for either of these things. And he’s also willing to be performatively insulting to Romulans for being Romulans.

Me: Is ... is Patrick Stuart just trying to torch the whole franchise?

Star Trek Picard: Here’s some romance scenes where both characters are trying to manipulate the other. And they have sex. Lots of scenes like this. Most of the screen time of the most plot-important new character is just her getting intimate with this random Romulan guy who’s trying to find out what she knows before eventually intending to kill her. But hey, she wants to know something from him too, so it’s fine. Except that it’s not clear that she consciously knows what she’s trying to do. The person who would be manipulating her is probably supposed to be good. Also here’s some suggestions of incest. And vague prophecies that are plot important.

Me: I suppose most people like the romance. I don’t, but I know I’m not a good judge of things like that.

Star Trek Picard: Oh hey, you know that character from Voyager you liked and sorta named an OC after (Icheb, former Borg kid and awesome)? Yeah, well, he’s going to get graphically tortured to death in the cold open of the episode, then mercy killed by his mother figure. In a flashback. (And we do mean graphically because we have a fancy effects budget and think this is a good place to spend it.) All for the sole reason that we need to show his mother figure, Seven of Nine, that Starfleet cannot be depended on and that the world is dark. And this is the only thirty seconds of screen time he has. I’m sure you enjoyed seeing him again!

And in the present day, Seven doesn’t forgive this like we think old Star Trek would have asked her to and instead she wants to shoot the person who cold-bloodedly ordered this done to her son (and the person just wanted to make a profit and didn’t see him as human, just so we’re clear). And we’re going to say that this desire for revenge demonstrates that Seven isn’t fully human. Have fun :D Also, p.s. we’re killing off another character from the old Star Trek after under two minutes of screen time, who we spent the entire episode finding. Because ... why not? He could have given you some context for what was going on, and we don’t want that.

Me: Fuck you.

If we take this as cannon, which I don’t, shooting is the least thing that should have happened. Seven should have assimilated the bastard; shooting her is far too restrained. If this monster going to disassemble Borg for their parts, she should be faced with the logical consequences of that.

Also, anyone in production who thought that this was a good idea is hereby formally invited to absentmindedly acquaint their eyes with muscle relaxant menthol cream residue.

#originally I was going to look for fix fics #now I'm not going to even bother #it is a steaming mess #don't watch it #Every character in the show deserved better #no consistency of character #the plot is clumsily executed #no coherency #no hope within the universe #they had way too big a budget and thought that flashy toys would cover up serious flaws #Star Trek Picard

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hello! i have followed so many of your groups and i've always admired how well you structure and plan your plots. i feel like many groups these days get buoyed up on an idea but fail to make it past the first event. can you explain just how you plan out a plot, how your structure that plot progression, and any advice/practicalities on how to build a full narrative into a plot that has a definite start/end and can come full circle? any advice you have would be so amazing. thank you for your time!

Okay first off wow, thank you so so much! I try my best and I put A LOT of work into the rps I run. And it’s true it is very hard to get part the first two weeks, and even I, with all my structure and planning, falter sometimes! But sometimes things work out! And below the cut I have put some of my plotting tactics and strategies.

First off you need an objective in mind, something concrete that your character need to do, achieve, or get.

For example:

The team must find and kill Vronsky.

The team must relight the beacon.

The team must track down the war fugitive and bring him in for trial.

The passengers must discover who the murderer is.

I take inspiration from shows like Avatar: The Last Airbender which had a clear plot and timeline in mind from the very start. Ex. Aang must master the four elements and defeat Ozai before the comet.

And I take warning from shows like Supernatural: Dean and Sam hunt monsters for seemingly the rest of eternity.

One of these has a strong ending that will bring peace and resolution to watchers because it fulfills the starting goal. The other will go on and on until eventually people lose interest or they end in a ridiculous and contrived deus ex machina. (Not to get too off topic but if Supernatural had ended at season 5 it would have been an example of a good plot arc).

This is the problem I see a lot of rps facing. The plot is: weird town is weird. Or people do bad things for bad reasons. And there is no structure to it - nowhere to go. Start with the end in mind.

But I get it, sometimes simple can be fun! And not everything has to last for months!

Here’s what I do to plot my rps: plot point A to point B.

Point A: The very beginning of the rp. I like to set this within a month of the characters meeting each other, so they’ve known each other long enough t o have first impressions as well as know what they have signed up for whether it be a mission or a quest.

Example Point A: The team met in the capitol city three weeks ago and have been planning and packing for the long journey ahead. Today they exit the gates and start their quest.

Point B: the very end of the rp. This includes the climax and the resolution. You need to know if you want your team to be successful or not and you should have at least a vague idea how they ‘save the day’.

Example Point B: The team arrives at the top of the Great Mountain, are tested by the guardians and relight the beacon. With hope restored to the land they part ways, changed forever. The princes and crowned and the couples marry.

Once you know point A and point B you need obstacles. Obstacles can be people, monsters, the weather, the landscape, an event, and so on! This is what Joseph Campbell would call ‘The Road of Trials’ and like any classic myth it involves circumstances getting int he way of progress. These must be overcome. I view each obstacle as a plot drop and usually write about 6 to 12.

Here is the plot outline I wrote for my latest completed private rp @questbegunrp. It’s quite long so If you don’t want to read it scroll past the italic.

Plot:

Leaving the city - the team rides out and away from anderos’ capital city where they first met. This is the first week so it’s pretty much just a time for everyone to do initial threads and get started.

Plains of Anderos - while riding across the plains of anderos towards baine the group is attacked by wargs. They must fight off the giant feral animals, protect each other and their horses (and the dog).

Wrongly accused - the team make it out of the forest and into the kingdom of ironhaust. They stop at a small town and enjoy the moment in civilization. But one among them is framed for a crime and a mob attempts to hunt down the innocent team member. The team must save their friend from the gallows. Now is the time to lay low recuperate and gather information on what Wulf is accused of

Lost forest of Baine- The team finally arrives at the border of the entlands. They find that it is disorienting and filled with a thick fog. They must navigate through the confusing and threatening environment. ( view of the past )

Ruins - the team find the lost city of baine, now in a state of crumbling ruins. They decide to make camp there for the night but are force to fight when a group of bandits attacks and takes rosalyn hostage. The team must get her back.

Bridge - The team is attacked by a group of goblins just before they are about to cross the ‘blackfire gorge’. They choose to run hoping that they can cross the long wooden bridge in time to make is safely to the other side and some of them do. But the other are trapped by a flaming arrow and the bridge snaps. Six party members are left on the edge and six tumble to the river - swept away to the mines.

Mines- While the fallen half of the team nearly drowns after falling into the river and being swept into the underground dwarven watermills they safely arrive on a bank. This team struggles with injury and a lack of direction. While the other half of the tema enters the mines and searches desperately for their friends. Just as the leave they are attacked by living shadows.

Refuge - the team is reunited and with the help of their new guide they make their way to the remains of a onc great dwarven city. It is empty now but the wanderer has been maintaining it. This is the time for the team to express their feelings to each other as their destination grows near.

( Cemetery - Seer ( a view into their future ) the team arrives at a cemetery near the edge of the mountain. While there they meet two strangers: a wizened seer and a young man. The seer offers to show the team visions of their future.

Maze - a labrightn of stone and vine surrounds the base of the mountain, built by magic. There is no climbing over it so the team must navigate the maze together. But that isn’t the most difficult part: there is a Wyrm that live sin the maze. It can only see movement but if it finds the team it will eat whoever it can catch.

Statues of judgement - the final threshold. Living statues demand that each member of the team prove they are worthy of going to the final resting place of the council. Each team member must make a case for themself and for one other person.

Relighting the beacon

Resolution

Some of these ended up being cut but for the most part we got through this plot all the way to the resolution!

It is important to remember that a rp plot is like a growing, living thing. You do not have full control and you never can. Sometimes your members will do something with their character that will change the plot. Sometimes members leave and there is a huge blank space that you need to fill. You have to be willing to twist and mold the narrative to fill in blanks and meet the needs of your players. And that can be really really difficult.

For more information of how I run my skeleton rps check these two guides PART ONE and PART TWO.

#guide !#rpc #rpt #rph #rpo #rpa #how rigby runs a roleplay #advice !#rigby gives advice !#asked and answered !

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Fall 2018 Anime Overview: Double Decker! Doug & Kirill

Double Decker! Doug and Kirill follows a special police force devoted to dealing with cases involving “Anthem”, a highly dangerous super-drug that can be both fatal and grant uncontrollable superpowers. The squad is divided into three pairs of partners. The eponymous Kirill is a enthusiastic newbie who partners with a deadpan, “kind of an asshole” veteran named Doug.

It’s hard to say when a show crosses the line from “dumb in a fun way” to “just mind numbingly dumb” but I’d say Double Decker crossed that threshold around about the midpoint of the series. Which is a shame, because I was rooting for it. It seemed like an anime with a lot of potential- it was humorous, irreverent and bombastic, it seemed fun and colorful with a varied cast, it had a nice variety of ladies in the squad, and two of the ladies, Max and Yuri, were heavily coded as a couple right off the bat-

-with Max (on the left) in particular going putting off some Impressive Lesbian Energy with her aesthetic...and early on Doug announced that his life goal was to “eliminate poverty and class”, indicating the series intended to deal with social issues.

It IS possible to be a cheesy, fun show that is also inclusive and deals with social ills, but Double Decker’s clumsy, simplistic attempts to balance this with the larger goofy plot ultimately meant it fell short of being an truly entertaining romp AND was utterly disastrous at being socially aware.

Double Decker acts like it wants to say something about tolerance at points, but is ultimately gutless, toothless and halfhearted, sometimes verging on offensive. It became apparent the show wasn’t going to be truly LGBT inclusive with a character’s uh, “gender reveal” scene midseries that is a just...a mess. Some characters reactions to the “revelation” are just blatantly transphobic (thinking its hilarious, saying the character in question should “tell the truth" about their sex, etc) and this was never called out or challenged. It’s finally explained (baffllngly late in the series) that rather than actually being trans, this character is a cis man who just disguised himself as a woman for flimsy plot reasons, it doesn’t make how the reveal scene was handled and how it was painted as being “funny” any better. It’s not my lane so I won’t really go into it, but this article at Anime Herald covers the whole mess in detail. The whole thing is SO stupid and honestly there was no reason for it to be a plot at all.

If that “reveal” episode had me feeling wary about the show, the episode following sunk any hopes I had for it. Double Decker didn’t even have the guts to have Max and Yuri be explicitly romantically involved, instead just giving vague, baity hints. What’s worse, the episode focusing on Max was boring as sin. It was painfully bland and on the nose “critique” of high school proms SO rote it even had the girl who wanted to be popular transform into a literal “queen bee” (GET IT). The only thing we actually learn about Max in her supposed focus episode is that she hates proms because a bunch of kids rejected her trans friend at one which caused her friend to turn to drugs and disappear forever. Yep, not only can the show not bother to give us actual lesbians, trans people are just tragic props (and the attempt to say a thing about how trans people are treated badly would have felt a LOT more sincere if transness hadn’t been treated as a joke in THE EPISODE JUST BEFORE THIS ONE).

Doug also only became aware of poverty existing because of a tragic prop- his backstory amounts to a dead little shoe-shining street girl so one dimensional and cliche I’m surprised she wasn’t found frozen in an alley clutching a book of matches, and that one incident made him realize Poor People Shouldn’t Be a Thing so now he’s, uh....well, he’s not really doing anything about it, but he says he wants to, and that’s good enough right?

Yeah, that’s about the level of nuance we’re dealing with here. It’s nice that Double Decker tried, I guess, but if this was going to be the level of its effort, I wish it had just stuck to being a goofy sci-fi show. As it was, even the “goofy buddy cop” aspect felt really hollow because the show didn’t give us a reason to be invested in these partnerships or these characters.

I wanted to be invested! I was SO ready to appreciate the punk butch and her robot girlfriend, but instead we barely learn anything about them or see them interact. I was READY to be tremendously invested in the straightlaced office girl and her vulgar pink haired partner, but we didn’t learn anything beyond their surface personalities- nothing substantial about what drives them or where they come from or anything. Doug had his eye-rolly dead-little-girl backstory and admittedly sometimes amusing snarky asshole personality, but he spends so much time being insincere there wasn’t much to latch onto with him.

Kirill was pretty much the only one in this show who felt like an Actual Character, and I did find him extremely likable- he was utterly sincere in everything he did, full of heart, dumb and enthusiastic in a fun way, and incredibly sweet and supportive to his friends and loved ones (he was also the only one who was chill and accepting about the not-really-trans character too so that earned him some points) but all the stuff going around him was so empty it didn’t matter.

(ending spoilers here)

The show didn’t put the work into making you connect with these characters, but it DID still expect you to be invested in them. One of the kinda-lesbians appears to have died at one point in the show, but it makes zero impact because you knew basically nothing about that character anyway- it instead just feels annoying, like “wow, you’re just gonna kill that gay without bothering to develop her huh” but the show clearly expects you to be devastated. Then when it’s revealed at the end “PSYCH she’s alive for this ridiculous jokey contrived reason haha really pranked you huh” it’s just even more annoying. Just because I’m relieved you didn’t actually bury the gay doesn’t mean you pretending to bury her wasn’t insulting and pointless. All you did was bring my attention to how little you bothered to develop this character and how willing you are to use her and her kinda-girlfriend’s pain as a plot device, so thanks?

(spoilers end)

The humor of the show basically followed “you thought THIS thing was gonna happen but instead WACKY TWIST haha now the narrator makes a snarky comment about it” and while that was fun at first it just got old without anything going on besides that. And as for the plot, it’s...generous... to call it a plot. At the end it jumps straight to “AND SUDDENLY THERE WERE ALIENS” with almost zero foreshadowing and it just gets stupider from there. Such a ridiculous development would work on a show that was either a) a pure farce or b) something super wacky but with enough heart, drama and character to keep you invested, but DD was neither of those things. It was an anime that wanted you to care, but gave no fucks itself.

(Also this show is supposed to be related to Tiger and Bunny but I honestly have no idea how these two anime are connected in-universe. Is this a prequel? sequel? Are they happening at the same time? WHO KNOWS, THE CREATORS SURE DON’T)

The animation was also nothing to write home about, with a lot of awkward CGI shots and pretty ugly clothing designs- it was colorful enough to distract from it a lot of the time, but definitely not winning any aesthetics awards.

So yeah, Double Decker is very far from the worst anime I’ve ever watched, and I like the concept I think it was GOING for- but what we ended up with was something completely mediocre. The first couple episodes were fun, but by the end it was a chore to watch. I finished it because “well I’ve come this far might as well” rather than any real investment in the show. It wasn’t painful (except for the clumsy attempts at dealing with trans issues), but it was so completely stupid and forgettable, which is sad, because it seemed like it had so much potential at the start.

#double decker #double decker! doug & kirill #double decker doug and kirill #anime #fall 2018 anime #anime overview #my reviews

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Saturday; Wake Up

Darkness swallowed Timothy. Shadows wallowed in her prepherial vision. A cold draft caressed her skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over her arms and legs. She shuddered unintentionally. Her ears depicted the sound of heavy breathing and water dripping from a faucet on the other side of the dark room. She grasped onto her knee, which unfortunately throbbed painfully, underneath her fingers and against her palm, swollen flesh lay. She vaguely remembered what happened the night before. The one memory she had; was Terra slamming an aluminum silver baseball bat across her face. After that, Timothy blacked out.

Timothy went over the events of the previous day. Everything had been perfect, except the last two hours of her life. Friday was a nightmare came true. She hated Winnie for what she'd done. Why kidnap her? Why intentionally harm her? She frustratedly sighed, reaching for anything she could haul herself up. Exploring the smooth, wall, her fingers brushed a cold, iron bar and immediately launched herself up. She groaned, painfully as she accidentally put pressure on her leg. She decided to call out. Obviously someone else was in the room. Hopefully, someone who could help her.

"Hello? Is anyone else in here? I can hear your breathing." Timothy's voice echoed around the room and she grimaced, hating the way her voice sounded. Desperate and pained. Couple seconds later, her husband's voice hit her ears. He croaked, his throat parched. "Timothy? Where are you?" She heard shuffling and suspected he'd gotten up.

She swallowed the gathering salvia in her mouth and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'm on the other side of the room. I can't walk.." She murmured, limply pushing against the wall.

"Alright, I'll come to you."

Wondering how Harley could possibly find her in the dark, Timothy rubbed her throbbing knee. She depicted his footsteps and the creaking sounds where his feet stepped. She reached out and collided with his chest. "Now, I know it's you." She smiled, even though the darkness concealed her face.

Harley's rough fingers covered her hand and inched closer til their chests brushed. He cupped her cheek with such gentleness Timothy thought he might be thinking she was suspiciously susceptible to being broken. She wasn't that fragile. Goosebumps scattered across her porcelain skin. "Are you okay?" He whispered, his lips close.

"My knee hurts, but otherwise I'm okay." She whispered back, placing her hand on top of where his heart beat like a drum. She could tell his heartbeat was irregular. His heart hardly raced. Panic and worry probably sent anxiety trailing all through him. "Are you?"

She felt his shoulders slump immediately, like the tension had been burned out and replaced by mush. "My head hurts to tell you the truth, other than that minor problem, I am fine. I am worried about what's going to happen to us. Any idea where and why we're here?"

Timothy opened her mouth, intending to respond, but a sudden burst of light sent her recoiling. She covered her eyes. The brightness made her dizzy. She adjusted, although continued to squint. She saw the lights had been switched on and the door swung open revealing two dark silhouettes. Both appeared female.

They both stepped into the light, revealing themselves as Winnie and Terra. Timothy suppressed a growl. If she weren't injured, she'd claw Winnie's eyes out on the spot. She glowered from afar as Harley stood halfway in front of her, protectively. He, too, glowered.

Winnie held a tray in her hands. Assortment of food was scattered all over as well as juice pouch. Terra also had a tray with similar food choices on it. They both wore different types of workout clothes and had their hair in buns. Timothy suspected they dressed comfortably simply because if they were to end up in an altercation with the couple, they wouldn't have problems. Unfortunately, for Timothy, her injury prevented her. Harley stood rigid and his body language told her, he wasn't about to jeopardize the situation and act out. He preferred knowing all the facts and information rather than act a fool. Another reason she trusted him.

"Hello." Harley cleared his throat. His voice strained.

"Hi." Winnie said, almost too cheerily. Her mother shot her a scornful glance. Winnie recoiled, averting her bright eyes to her green Nike's.

Terra sat the tray she carried on a round, old black chipped wooden table and spoke nonchalantly. Her charcoal eyes glancing at the couple. "We came to bring you some food, I presume you're both starved and parched." She also placed Winnie's on the table. Timothy actually happened to be starving, but made no sudden moves to take off the duo's offering of food. Not yet anyway.

"Thank you for the food, but what is going on?" Timothy intercepted Harley's response. He probably would not be respectful, and in any case, that'd not be wise.

Terra quickly responded. "We kidnapped you, brought you to a disclosed location, and plan to help institute a relationship between my Winnie and you guys. If you don't comply, we will use more harmful methods." She had confidence, which Timothy gave her credit for. "And as long as you cooperate nothing dire will happen to you." Winnie added, smiling confidently.

Harley's dark eyebrow raised as did both of Timothy's. Immediate release of thoughts filtered through her mind. She blinked, astonished. "You can't institute a relationship when the subjects are reluctant to comply or give effort." Harley sighed, looking like he deflated.

"And the fact you kidnapped them is worse." Timothy added, sliding down against the wall. Making sure her left leg was straight out to avoid injuring her knee further.

"We weren't planning to harm you, but we will in any case of reluctance." Terra said, glowering at the couple. Her dark eyes strangely alluring. No wonder her husband fell in love. She was incredible.

"What do you want exactly?"

"Winnie is in love with you. She wants a relationship. I'll be happy to oblige and give her whatever she needs/wants."

Timothy and Harley shared an uncomfortable look. She rolled her dark eyes and skewered Winnie. "Wanting a relationship huh? And yet you kidnap us. Good luck in coercing us to do the "falling in love " thing." She air quoted and leaned her head against the wall.

"We'll do what it takes." Winnie said, before the daughter-mother duo departed the room.

Few hours passed, leaving Harley and Timothy staring down at their empty trays. As soon as Winnie and Terra departed, they dug in, like they hadn't ate in moons. Timothy's stomach ached and bloated like a balloon full of helium. She couldn't help but eat every single morsel off her plate neither could Harley. He consumed the heap of food in less than five minutes and fell asleep afterwards. He woke up shortly after though.

"Why don't we pretend?" Timothy suggested promptly.

"Pretend what?"

"To fall in love with her, give her affections and into her affections. We must make her believe we are in order to be let go. We don't have to be captives for very long."

Harley considered Timothy's brilliant idea and pointed out. "Wouldn't that conspicuous? We should act reluctant and then come around. We have to succeed and if we're inconspicuous we will but not the other way around."

"We'll be reluctant for the first part, then slowly give in. We'll get out of here some how. I promise." She planted a swift kiss on his cheek and leaned on his shoulder.

"I believe you." He swallowed hard, thinking.

Winnie sat on a deep red, old sofa. Her short fingers buried in a black, fluffy pillow. She absently plucked at the furry fibers. Her thoughts were overwhelming, disturbing, and distressing. The way Timothy and Harley acted that morning flummoxed her. Why were they not surprised? Did they already suspect Winnie's plot? Or were they expecting Winnie to do something drastic either way? She knew how dramatic she can be. She knew what drastic measure she took, alot of the time she made a scene. Timothy and her husband are imperturbable. Why did they have to act complacent? And logical?

Winnie thought they may plot their own plan or something. She decided trusting them very little. She threw her pillow at the ground and got up. She rounded a corner, entering the kitchen, stepping over the threshold. Smells of spices and meat overwhelmed her. She saw a pot of chicken boiling and a skillet of stirfry cooking on the stove. Her mother leaned against an old bar. Her arms crossed, her dark eyes closed, and her face directed towards the ground naturally. She appeared sleep like, but Winnie knew that wasn't the case. Terra never slept and if she did, she liked pure quietness and alone time. Insomnia had it's claws deep into her mother. Unfortunately.

"Ma.." Winnie said, staring at her hands.

"Yeah, Winnie?"

"Do you think we'll succeed in what we're doing?"

Terra's fluttered open. Her dark eyes landed on her daughter's flushed face. She maneuvered to the skillet, not averting her eyes and picked up a tan wooden spatula. "Honestly.. It depends on how far you're willing to go and how long it takes to break them?" Terra stirred the frying pieces of green and red peppers, satiated mushrooms, and white onion.

"What if they are unbreakable?" Winnie prompted, looking warily uncomfortable. The fact Terra would be willing to break anyone for the sake of Winnie's desires was off putting, yet Terra had secrets and a closet of skeletons which explained her unique support for Winnie. She was just as dangerous if not more.

Terra switched off the burner and turned around, the skillet in her hand and sat it on the bar. She had a devious, baleful grin on her dark face. "Oh, Honey, everyone is breakable. There are people who are repeatedly broken over and over, and remain strong like your father. There are people who pretend they're not broken or breakable, but behind close doors, they break down and show the walls what someone or something else has done to them. There are people who are tough as dragon's skin and are ferocious because they have been broken. That is me. And then there is you, the person who is close to being broken but haven't. You don't let anyone. Everyone is breakable, in some way." Terra touched her daughter's cheek lovingly and met her eyes. "Timothy and Harley will endure pain and suffering til their breaking point. I have no doubt you can be the punisher. You are after all, your mother's daughter."

Winnie blinked, gazing at her mother before she turned and went back to creating the meal. Winnie left the kitchen, not wanting to engage in anymore conversation. Her mother was dark and damaged. No wonder Winnie presented the same. She walked outside, settling on a rotting wooden step, and stared into the abyss of green.

Trees surrounded the cabin, lively, and vibrant. Faint sounds of the city filtered in the air and chirping birds rung. I don't deserve their love, but I will get it. I'll do what it takes. Winnie promised herself. She heard cracking of twigs, she stood up, and saw her father and Tad carrying wood back for the fire tonight. She hoped her heart would steady. Sometimes the woods gave her slight scares. She smiled, seeing her father and Tad. "Hey guys!"

"Hey." Tad winked, his dark green eyes glittering under the weak film of sunshine. Winnie thought for a guy, who liked guys, he was probably one of the most attractive dudes ever. She walked up to him and took a couple logs off his log pile. "How was hunting for wood?" She asked, casually.

"Boring for the most part until I tripped and landed in a mud puddle by the lake. Your dad practically died of laughter. I was so mad, but I ended up laughing and throw mud at him. We had a blast." He put the logs on the triangular stack and gestured to his muddy clothes. His face looked rather pristine. Winnie assumed he used the lake water to wash off his face and hands.

"Sounds like you weren't meant for the nature thing." Winnie air quoted, chuckling at his ruin white t-shirt and yellow jeans. She had to admit the mud brought out his bronze pigmentation.

Tad shrugged, running his hand through his dirty, dark blonde hair. "Not really, but I make the best of it. How's the guests?"

"They're fine. Me and Ma talked to them and brought them food. I assume they ate. We're going to bring them dinner when Ma's finished cooking and talk to them again. Want to come?"

Tad's nonchalant expressed turned bewildered. "I don't know. That's not really my area."

"Come on, you can create more of the story if you knew their thoughts, words, and conditions? It'll be helpful in the long run."

"Fine, but you owe me!"

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Three almond joys and starbursts!" He said cheerily, following her up the steps and into the house.

"Done and done."

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retrosedes-writing · 7 years

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Thanks for the Meal

For @ignoctweek Day 4: First Time

NSFW Rating: Mature Warnings: Noct is a few months away from being eighteen, mutual pining, awkward confessions, angst, oral sex, manipulation, mentions of spying Summary: Noctis somehow manages to convince Ignis to do him a favour.

Auth Note: This was actually one of my first Ignoct plot bunnies. I would’ve liked to come up with something else further along in their relationship for the original prompt, “first time Noctis asks for sex” but had limited time and thought this would do nicely in a pinch. Hope you like! You can check out more of my writing and ideas below.

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Edit: Oops! I somehow scheduled this for a week later than I meant to post it and since it was my last submission for Ignoct Week, I didn’t even notice :’] Sorry about that!

Ever since Noctis had found out (through probably less than legal means) that his advisor also liked men, he'd been consumed by the burning desire to get closer to him.

Physically.

What had started as a little bi-curiosity in his early teens had erupted into full-blown hormones once he had moved into his own apartment. There, he felt he had enough space and privacy to explore a few of his less 'kingly' urges behind closed doors without any fears of the palace employees (or his father) unexpectedly walking in on him.

In the midst of this indulgent process of covert self-discovery, however, Noctis began to realize that the things that turned him on were all kind of familiar...

Button-up sleeves rolled halfway down to the elbows, handjobs in the back of limousines, food play scenarios and countertop sex... Lanky brunets with glasses and smug demeanors getting accosted in the locker rooms... For some reason, everything inexplicably reminded him of Ignis. After a while, he just gave in to the fact that he was deeply attracted to his right-hand man and let his fantasies run wild in the seclusion of his shower every day.

Though originally assumed by his friends to be a very late bloomer, in truth Noctis was itching to jump into bed with someone by now - but not just anybody.

No, he only wanted Ignis.

He couldn't help noticing the improvements to his advisor's physique, having watched his dear childhood friend transform over the years from a precocious glasses-wearing little boy into a 6ft, effortlessly handsome, well-put-together young man. How had that even happened? Puberty had been far less kind to Noctis.

Apart from during his rigorous Crownsguard training sessions, however (which were titillating to observe), Ignis had become even more buttoned-up in recent years, perhaps due to the stress and added expectations of coming of age. Noctis wanted to take him apart until there was nothing holding him back, all evidence of his professional persona cast aside for the sake of relieving a little tension. He longed to know what Ignis would look like as he came undone in private. An intoxicating heat simmered low in his body whenever he thought about his food being prepared by those same hands which the advisor might have used to touch himself in more intimate moods.

To Noctis, it just seemed SO obvious that they should fuck.

There was too much chemistry between them for his lust to be completely one-sided, too many lingering glances and breathless pauses during close-quarters sparring practice for him to tell himself to let it go, that it was all in his head. As much as he looked the part of responsible adult, Ignis was fresh out of adolescence himself, still a teenager if only for one more year. He must have been in need of a sexual outlet just as badly if the untouched vial of personal lubricant hidden away at the very back of his closet was any indication.

And losing his virginity to one of his closest friends, his trusted advisor - Noctis wouldn't have it any other way. There would be no threat of a scandal getting out if he chose to involve himself with Ignis, no potential for some ex-lover he picked up at public school to go rogue and spill all his secrets to the press.

He knew Ignis would be perfectly discreet, he just... couldn't bring himself to confess how he felt yet.

The last thing he wanted was to destroy their closeness, especially as, truth be told, Noctis could barely manage to take care of himself as it was. He couldn't really afford to be rejected if it meant Ignis might stop coming over to look after him and keep him up to date on his princely duties... even worse, if it meant they would stop being friends.

Still, being alone with him was utter torture now. Having Ignis in his own house, just the two of them.. the nearest guard stationed far enough away from the door that he wouldn't be able to hear them even if Noctis yelled. It was a recipe for maddeningly unresolved sexual tension which he had to do his best to conceal with feigned, stony-faced indifference.

~*~

Even so, tonight, the prince had been privately entertaining thoughts of seducing Ignis ever since they'd crossed the threshold. Dropping his bag and shoving him up against the front door for a kiss, cornering his back in the kitchen with one hand on either side of the counter, following him casually into the bathroom - ideas all ignored one after the other even as they kept him from focusing on his schoolwork.

Gorged on yet another delicious meal, Noctis sat back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh and drifted off after dinner, fragments of a sex dream lending a visual component to his imagination as they flashed across his mind's eye.

His visions involved a panting, faintly muscular naked body positioned flatly on top of him, and though he couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, he knew without a doubt it was Ignis. There was the vaguely wet sensation of a mouth on his neck, lips brushing beneath his ear, and then something unbelievably warm and stimulating was stroking him between the legs, arousing such a vivid, pleasurable sensation that he spread them wider and thrust his hips up a bit, hoping for more.

To his disappointment, he was woken up, still hard from his brief nap, by the relentless sound of running tapwater as Ignis began doing the dishes across the room.

The apartment had gotten darker, the last light from the disappearing sunset fading from the sky outside and lending a surreal feeling to the environment. With no television, music, or video games powered on to distract him, Ignis was naturally the focal point of his attention. The dim overhead kitchen lamp imbued his soft, ash brown hair with a soft glow, drawing Noctis's gaze.

Moodily, the prince watched his advisor through half-lidded eyes from his position on the couch as night fell over the crown city. He had not moved an inch since he had awoken except to look down at himself, fidgeting with his demanding erection through the pockets of his school pants so as not to draw Ignis's attention.

He felt so good tonight, and yet so unbelievably frustrated as well. He knew that his advisor, and the best possible cure for what ailed him, would be going home soon, and he'd be left with a handful of political reports and his usual, boring methods of obtaining release. He couldn't stand to be so close to everything he desired and yet so damn far from actually getting it.

Noctis gave a very vocal sigh, which was really something more of a groan, as he sank lower on the couch, parting his knees widely to make himself more comfortable.

The sound finally got Ignis to look up from his work in the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow over his glasses as he moved around the counter to fetch his briefcase from beside the coffee table.

Noct exhaled in response. "Phuuuhhh... probably..."

If Ignis noticed the hand both covering and gently massaging at the straining fabric in Noctis's lap, he didn't remark on it. Gathering his vest from the arm of the sofa, he inclined his head slightly. "Is there anything else you needed from me before I take my leave for the night?"

"Yeah, blow me."

Even as he muttered the words so quietly that Ignis couldn't have heard what he said, Noctis winced at his own impudence. Gods, he wished.

"Beg your pardon? Didn't quite catch that, sorry." Ignis watched him blankly while Noctis repositioned himself, then added, when no response was forthcoming, "Highness?"

"I told you to stop calling me stuff like that," Noctis said exasperatedly, not meeting his eyes. It still felt like he was dreaming as he reached out and patted the seat next to him. "C'mere.."

"Sorry. Noct," Ignis complied. Setting his things back down, he hesitantly lowered himself onto the sofa beside the prince and hitched up the tops of his trouser legs slightly. "Has something been bothering you..?" It was with great effort that he resisted the habit of adding an honorific title to the end of his sentence the way he'd been raised to do.

"No, it's not like-... well, yeah I guess you could say that."

If you only knew.

Ignis was searching his face with pale green eyes, concerned and curious. "What is it? Your highness- Noct." He turned toward his royal charge and placed a hand earnestly on his knee. "Please. I hope you know your confidences are safe with me. Anything you have to say will be kept a secret from all but me if you wish it. You have my word."

Noctis swallowed. "Even from my father?"

Ignis pursed his lips.

Technically against the law but, "If I must."

"Of course I know that, Specs," Noctis suddenly laughed, shoving playfully against his attendant's shoulder. Leave it to Ignis to make everything out to be so serious. "We're friends, after all. I don't need you to keep telling me that after all this time."

Ignis cleared his throat a little. "Glad to hear it," he replied. "Now, what's the matter? Bad dreams?" he added softly.

Noctis blushed, wondering if he had been moaning audibly while he dozed off in front of Ignis. "Uh, no, it's not that.. I'm just..."

He wasn't sure if he even wanted to take this any farther tonight, after that little heartfelt confession from Ignis, but then he caught a glimpse of the other man's exposed skin just below his unbuttoned shirt collar. His cock still ached, almost painfully swollen under his hand, and he was tempted to bury his face in his advisor's neck.

Noctis found himself leaning forward as if he was actually going to do it, then groaned and restrained himself just far enough away to be at a comfortable speaking distance.

"Yes?" Ignis prompted, tilting his head back slightly to continue meeting the prince's lascivious gaze with some puzzlement at the new angle.

Officially beyond caring if he ruined the moment, Noctis dipped his head in closer, murmuring against his ear.

"I've just been really... in the mood lately."

Ignis stared down at the prince's lap, wide-eyed with shock, as Noctis pulled out his cock and rubbed it twice firmly in the open air. Then, raising his fist to cover his mouth, his advisor suddenly erupted into a fit of embarrassed laughter, turning his head away to hide the way his cheeks were reddening.

"You got me," Ignis said easily, once he had recovered from his nervous chuckling. Habitually resting his arm on the back of the couch so as not to twist his neck too far, he glanced out the balcony window behind them to make absolutely sure no one could see in. "I thought we were about to discuss something serious."

"I am," Noctis argued, somewhat offended. "Deadly serious. Look." He waved his engorged member at Ignis to make his point.

"Yes, I saw that," said Ignis with a tone of tolerant amusement, even as he avoided looking directly at it. "Well then. I suppose I'll get out of your way."

As he made to stand and reached for the blinds to draw them shut for the prince's privacy, however, Noctis suddenly grabbed his arm and clutched desperately at the front of his shirt, holding him in place with one knee on the couch.

"No, wait. Stop. Don't go..."

Ignis stared down at him from this new vantage point, hovering over his royal charge whom he had inadvertently cornered against the back of the sofa, and a ripple of arousal darted through them both.

"I was actually kind of hoping... you would help me do something about it," Noctis admitted in a low mumble, gazing off just past Ignis's midriff as if he wasn't fully present. His cock stood at attention between them, still hard as ever, even as the tension in the room grew almost palpable.

It took his advisor a moment to react.

"Did I put too much sake in your salmon stir-fry?" Ignis whispered hoarsely, as if he were afraid to move a single muscle, even to speak.

"What?" Noctis was taken aback, then paused to consider the ramifications. "Maybe?" That might explain why he was so unable to resist his baser urges tonight, but then, "No," he protested, shaking his head. He knew what he was doing.

"That's right, I remember.. I decided not to use it after all," Ignis murmured thoughtfully. His eyes were focused intently on Noct's as if peering into his mind for answers. Finding none, his expression changed abruptly. "Then what is this about, Highness?" he asked more firmly, his brows threatening to lower into the hard line of a scowl.

Uh oh. His spontaneous seduction effort wasn't going well.

"I-I've been thinking about this for a while and," Noctis swallowed uncomfortably, "I really want to.. uh, y'know.."

Spend the rest of our lives doing it? Nah, he had to bring it up way more casually than that. Things that were normal for teenage boys to want to do - damn, what was the fancy word for try some stuff irl?

"Ex..periment..... with you," he finished weakly.

He cringed at himself as Ignis stood up to his full height and crossed his arms, a tower of disapproval. That probably hadn't been the best way to say it at all, actually. He wished his dick wasn't out in the open. Noctis covered it with one hand and blushed furiously.

"That would be completely inappropriate, and you're already crossing the line as it is," Ignis replied with unexpected vehemence in contrast to his earlier understanding tone. "However much you might like to pretend otherwise, at the end of the day you are still the prince and as such there is a proper code of conduct by which your employees must abide at all times."

Crossing back over to the kitchen, Ignis continued brusquely, almost in the same breath, "I assure you, having read the handbook myself several times, accepting solicitations for sexual favours, wasn't included on the list."

"Solicitating- wha?" His mouth gaped open slightly; Noctis wasn't used to hearing his friend speak so harshly. "But, wait.. Iggy, you just said a minute ago-"

"I was offering you my ear, not my body," Ignis said in retort, locating his forgotten vest and briefcase next to the coffee table. "Just what kind of attendant do you take me for?"

"Ignis, that's not what I-" Noctis struggled to keep up in his hunt for the right words. "I just thought-.. we were.. I want you to be more than that." He tried to relay the true depth of his feelings through the significance in his voice, but the nuance was lost in the argument.

"Yes, well, that wasn't in my job description," said Ignis curtly. Having donned his vest in a flurry of buttons and agitated fingers, he picked up his briefcase and turned to leave.

Contrary to the tears forming in his dark blue eyes, Noctis felt a sudden flare-up of anger. "What, are you really that put off by the thought of being with m- of messing around with me?" he demanded, his voice taking on a low, rough quality that somehow managed to be louder than his normal speaking voice. "Not even the damn prince good enough for you, is that it?"

Though he had barely moved, Ignis stopped where he was and stood still. His shoulders slowly seemed to deflate as he looked down at the floor.

"Of course not," he said quietly, after a long hesitation. "It's so much more complicated than that." Another moment passed in which he gazed into nothingness, before snapping back to reality with a brisk comment. "I won't burden you with the details. Suffice it to say that 'messing around' is well outside the bounds of our professional relationship."

He took a step toward the hall before pausing again.

"Perhaps it would be best if we took some time apart until whatever has gotten into you has sorted itself out," Ignis suggested, in the same crisp tone of voice he used when Noctis wouldn't eat his vegetables. "I'll ask if Cor can pick you up tomorrow."

"No!" Noctis lunged forward to grab hold of Ignis before he could leave but his advisor had already stepped beyond his reach. "Ignis, at least hear me out. Nobody has to know!"

The other man had already strode halfway across the room and gave no response. Noctis felt another surge of anger; he wouldn't have been surprised if his eyes had flashed bright red.

"Would you rather I picked someone up at school? Started fucking random classmates?" Noctis challenged him loudly. "Maybe get somebody pregnant? How's that for royal protocol?"

Ignis halted in his tracks and turned around slowly. "If this is a joke, you've officially taken it too far," he warned coldly, pushing his glasses up a centimeter. "Surely you know what disastrous consequences would be awaiting such-"

"Wouldn't have to worry about any of that if it was just you and me hooking up instead." Adopting a rather sultry tone of voice, Noctis lifted himself off the couch to stand in front of the coffee table and tucked his manhood away so that he could spread his arms wide mockingly. There was no doubt that Ignis had seen it this time, unable to draw his eyes away before Noctis noticed his lingering gaze. "You sure you don't want to give it a try? Just this once?"

"Positive," Ignis replied with a dry tongue, but he swallowed, his eyes glued to a spot on the floor and his composure faltering.

"No illegitimate heirs, no bad publicity-"

"If we were found together, there would be a scandal-" Ignis began, pursing his lips to argue. Instead, he decided to quit while he was ahead, and turned to flee the conversation on that note, heading for the front door.

"But I know you better than that, Iggy," the prince continued, interrupting. "I know you'd never let anyone find out. Your privacy is even more sacred than mine, remember? I told you, I've given this a lot of thought, and I don't trust anybody like I trust you."

Ignis came to another slow stop just before entering the hall where he would have disappeared from view, almost a silhouette in the dim lamplight. Taking in his defeated posture, Noctis's heart skipped a beat and jumped ahead rapidly.

"Ignis. Please," he added, willing his encouragement to do the trick. "Consider it. I want-" Noctis swallowed, nervous to try again, "I want... to be touched by you."

No response. Ignis didn't move except to lower his head, closing his eyes with a shallow sort of half-sigh. Then, all of a sudden, in one swift movement, he turned on his heel and made his way quickly back toward the sofa.

Dropping his briefcase to the floor with a careless thud, Ignis clapped a hand firmly onto Noctis's shoulder...

And began exerting enough downward pressure to make him sink gradually toward the couch cushions.

Was this...? Had he changed his mind?

"What- are you- for serious?" Noctis blurted out.

"When am I ever not?"

Meeting his gaze evenly with no change in his stolid expression, Ignis pushed against the prince's chest with his other hand to shove him gently back down onto the sofa. He followed suit by kneeling on the carpet in front of him, prying Noct's legs open wider for himself to fit between.

"Just this once," he cautioned, even as he was pulling Noctis free from his trousers, "and you're never to breathe a word of this to anyone under any circumstances."

"Yeah, fine," Noctis agreed breathlessly, lifting his shirt out of the way and squirming to get more comfortable. "Of course. Thanks.." He stilled himself for a moment to be able to feel Ignis's hands on his dick in utmost possible detail, even holding his breath for a couple seconds.

Now he really felt like he must still be dreaming.

Ignis hesitantly stroked him a few times, gazing down at his cock with such a keen, perceptive eye that Noctis almost felt uncomfortable, like he was inspecting it for weaknesses and would write him a report on it later. When the advisor looked up, his eyes were darker, pupils stretched wide enough that the pale green which surrounded them was reduced to a shrunken ring in comparison.

"Are you sure this is really what you want?” Ignis confirmed lowly. “You've gone a bit soft..."

Noctis shifted and glanced away, embarrassed. "Yeah, from being yelled at.."

"Forgive me," Ignis murmured. His cheeks tinged with pink, he unexpectedly pushed his face into Noctis's lap. The prince tried to repress a pleasurable shudder as the advisor nuzzled his dick; his hand jumped up to hover briefly over Ignis's hair before he pulled away, nose dragging along Noct's sensitive skin. His breath was warm. "I realize I'm being harsh. What you're going through is only natural.. I'm well aware of what it's like."

"What what's like?" Noctis asked with a hungered curiosity, even as he watched Ignis part and pull at his trousers to give himself full access.

Instead of answering what he felt was a blatantly obvious question, Ignis adjusted the positioning of his knees on the carpet to make himself more comfortable and lifted Noctis's flaccid member to the level of his mouth. Tentatively, he swallowed, licked his lips, and, closing his eyes, extended his warm, wet tongue to lap softly at the underside.

Noctis jerked his hips back with a rough exhale, startling the man between his legs. Ignis looked up at him seriously, searching his eyes.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just-.. wasn't expecting it." Reduced to hushed panting, Noctis asked the foremost question on his mind. "Are you really going to suck me off? Like... all the way?"

Ignis sat back on his heels and glared up at him, nudging his glasses back into place again. "Having second thoughts now, are we? This is what you had in mind for me to do with you earlier, was it not?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Sorry." Noctis urged him back in closer, corralling him with his ankles, and pushed his now semi-hard cock against his advisor's thinly pouting lips once more, leaving a dab of precum at the corner of his mouth. The message was clear: enough talking. "I just didn't think you would actually want to.. go that far."

In all honesty, he probably would have been satisfied (at least for now) if Ignis had merely held him in his hands for a couple of minutes, maybe played with him a bit until he was close, but he was afraid to confess as much in case Ignis decided to stop.

"Be careful what you wish for, Highness." Smirking wryly, Ignis knocked his hand away and took back control, seizing Noct by the loosened waistband of his trousers and yanking him closer to the edge of the sofa as he abruptly went down on him.

If not for the tremendous spike in his arousal from Ignis putting aside their roles and taking even that little bit of initiative, Noctis would have been embarrassed by the noise that came out of his mouth. As it was, it felt so good he could barely hear himself.

"Oh, fuck." Noctis sucked in breath quietly as his attendant's mouth enveloped him in warmth and slowly sank further down his shaft with each bob of his head, until he soon felt the tip of his cock brushing against the soft membranes at the back of his throat.

Too far down to scold him verbally, Ignis reached up and slapped Noctis lightly on the arm for letting out such an unprincely profanity. His only response was to wrap his hand in Ignis's hair more tightly and lean back against the sofa so that he had enough leverage to push up his hips, moaning. The advisor made a muffled noise in return, unable to stop himself from humming gently, and the process repeated itself, with Ignis methodically changing the pace and swirling his tongue around the head in between dives.

While he would never in his life admit to something so indecent, Ignis greatly savoured the salty taste of Noct's skin. The strong smell of his unwashed sex mingling with his own saliva excited him, along with his hitched breathing and any other small, lewd noise his tongue could elicit.

He would have liked to take his time bringing Noctis to orgasm but the inexperienced prince was too easily overcome by the slick, velvety sensations at the back of his mouth to last much longer. Glancing up at him every so often to make sure he was enjoying the service, Ignis caught him struggling to keep his eyes open to watch him work in beautiful, ecstatic disbelief.

“Ignis,” Noct whispered encouragingly. “Feels so good... I think ... I’m gonna cum.”

One final dip into the far back of Ignis's throat and Noctis gave a prolonged groan, wrapping his arms tightly around his attendant's shoulders and neck to pull him closer, heels digging into the back of his legs as he bent double, folding in half over top of him. To be so surrounded with Noctis on all sides was just a bit suffocating - his glasses getting pushed askew, Ignis choked and the spasm of throat muscles sent Noctis over the edge even as he attempted to withdraw for his advisor's comfort.

His cheeks burned faintly pink again as Noctis held his head firmly in place on the end of his cock, moaning while his fluids shot into his advisor's mouth. Ignis made no attempt to stifle the jerking of his hips, though his eyes were sharp at being used in such a manner as he waited out the entirety of Noct's release.

In the low lighting, the look of intense focus on the prince’s face was exquisite.

For once, though, he had not thought this far ahead. Unsure what to do with the ejaculate collecting on his tongue, Ignis held it in his mouth while he ran through his options in a panic. On the one hand, consuming the essence of a Lucian prince felt like it would be particularly sinful, a blessing not meant for him perhaps, but on the other, he certainly couldn't just open his mouth and let it drool back out of him onto Noctis's lap either - and running for the bathroom to dispose of his load immediately after accepting it would probably be insulting. No amount of etiquette lessons could have prepared him for this.

Ignis realized his lapse in attention while he pondered his internal dilemma had attracted an audience; Noctis was watching him lazily from his post-orgasmic haze, his dick shrinking back to its usual size. He reached out his hand with a fascinated kind of curiosity and pressed his thumb into Ignis's bottom lip in an unspoken bid for him to open his mouth, desiring to see its contents, but Ignis resisted, turning his head slightly to the side.

"You don't have to swallow," Noctis mumbled hoarsely, embarrassed.

With his permission, Ignis fumbled for one of the napkins on the coffee table left over from dinner and faced away from the prince to spit discreetly into its centre before folding it over twice neatly. He didn't dare sneak a peek at what he had coaxed forth from Noctis's loins.

"Excuse me," he muttered, as he got to his feet and headed toward the bathroom. His head was still spinning from a lack of oxygen.

“M’kay..”

Predictably, adrift in the afterglow and replaying the scene in his mind, Noctis's eyes had already blissfully drifted closed before he even reached the door.

Shutting it firmly behind himself, Ignis tossed the soiled napkin into the wastebin and started running the water in the sink. He cupped his hands under the flow and raised them to his lips once they were full, his aim to cleanse any evidence of the prince’s sperm from his mouth. While he was at it, he splashed his face in the hopes of regaining some clarity (and to distract himself from the slight tent in his own pants).

His hands were trembling as he braced them against the counter, gripping either side of the sink. He breathed deeply while he took a long moment to himself to assess the gravity of the situation. Though unable to see clearly through the stray droplets on his fogged glasses, Ignis looked up at his reflection in the mirror nonetheless.

You just blew the crown prince of Lucis.

What was he thinking?

He had wanted something like this for a very long time, but for it to happen the way it did- well, he supposed it didn't matter. He had kept his distance all this time despite his own desires for a reason. As of right now, it was impossible for them to be together. There was no sense in being upset that he hadn’t been able to woo the prince in a less crude, more romantic fashion.

Even to indulge in a physical relationship like the one Noctis apparently wanted for the sake of being physical was out of the question. Ignis was a very jealous person at heart. He had to remain impartial and reserved for his position as advisor to have any meaning, particularly when the time came for the prince to marry and produce another heir.

He mustn't let this continue.

His long-term resolve restored, Ignis forbade himself to touch the ache in his trousers lest it refused to go away on its own, cleaned his glasses, and strode out of the bathroom in a matter of minutes.

"That should not still be out on display," Ignis remarked pointedly as he collected his briefcase and walked right past Noctis toward the front hall.

"It's my apartment," the prince muttered in complaint, though he stirred to tuck himself back into his school pants.

"Please remember to change your clothes before you go to bed," Ignis chided out of habit, "and try not to fall asleep on the sofa, it's bad for your back."

"You're leaving?"

Ignis turned at the entrance to the hall, scrutinizing the disappointment on Noct's face from a distance with a keen eye.

"Yes. This won't happen again," he said shortly. "Don't forget, we have an appointment with your driving instructor tomorrow at 3 pm."

And with that, he left.

Noctis smirked, rubbing at the small patch of drool Ignis had unknowingly left on the fly of his trousers.

It had already happened once. It couldn't be that hard to make sure it happened again.

After all, Ignis had just marked all of his own weak spots.

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