#when i mean small i mean he around bumblebee's height

[lets-try-some-writing]

I need more Bumblebee/Optimus bonding moments from you T_T they r my everything,,, and I rlly adore the way you write it brings the characters to life anytime I read smth from u

I got your clarification! More feral Optimus & Bumblebee coming right up anon! Although I also took the opportunity to expand on the whole feral concept.

Pack Mentality

All Cybertronians posses certain traits that once helped them to survive during Cybertron's early days when Predacons still roamed. Most of those habits and instinctual coding are no longer required and have been made void by long years of technological advancement. In response the coding that allowed these traits to present themselves so intensely has all but gone dormant in a majority of the population, that is for a few odd exceptions.

Extreme stress or long term exposure to a bot with activated base coding during a sparkling's youth can lead to the old codes remaining online. Optimus and Bumblebee were affected by both of these situations, albeit to different degrees. The Prime grew up wild, spending nearly as much of his life in the wastes and the spire forests as he did in the archives as Orion Pax. He was forced to be civilized, but the coding never actually went dormant as it should have due to how deeply it had been engrained into his personality and behavioral responses. Bumblebee grew up during the height of the war where death hung around every corner while also being constantly kept around Optimus. His base coding did not grow to be as active as his Sire's, but he was still very much feral in the optics of others when he allowed his control to slip.

As a general rule both Optimus and Bumblebee have learned to keep the old codes suppressed, or at least to not heed them. But in times of stress or discomfort, they both tend to fall back on those base codes, often without even realizing it. And while it is sometimes an irritant, it has also proven to be a saving grace for the team time when morale is low.

After intense battles, Bumblebee can get clingy, really clingy. He naturally gains an intense desire to be around those he considers his pack, seeking protection and comfort. And while he can and often does tend to drape himself over one of the team, hugging them or holding onto their arms and following them around, on rare occasions he needs something more. When Bumblebee doesn't feel secure or is particularly drained, he goes to his Sire. And Optimus being the type to never deny his sparkling affection gladly allows Bee to clamber onto his back, rest his face against the crook of his neck, and magnetize himself to his armor. Of course since Bee is no longer a small sparkling, the magnetization isn't enough to keep him secured to Optimus's back, so he tends to cling onto the Prime like a koala as well.

Optimus in response often finds himself singing quietly, wrapping his sparkling in waves of love and reassurance through his field. He usually doesn't realize it, but when Bee is strapped to him, he reverts to a degree and begins doting on the rest of the team as well. In his mind if his sparkling, the most loved and protected among them is uncomfortable, then the others must surely be in need of care as well. As such he will often meander around base, his work put aside as his coding urges him to check on the rest of those he sees as his. With the children it means he carries them around in one servo or on his shoulder, singing tunes just low enough for them to hear.

With Arcee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack, Optimus will leave them small gifts of energon or even just offer them silent praise in the form of an affectionate brush of fields. Ratchet and Ultra Magnus can find themselves receiving massages to stiff cables and gentle touches to the shoulders and arms as a form of reassurance. And lastly Smokescreen, despite not being Optimus's sparkling, often finds himself wrapped up in a hug and doted on, his armor being polished by the Prime all while Bumblebee continues to hang off Optimus's back.

Smokescreen: Sir, I- Uh- I don't think this is necessary.

Optimus: Hush young one. Let me care for you.

Smokescreen: But I'm not your sparkling! Uh- no offence of course!

Optimus: Does it matter that you were not raised by me?

Smokescreen: Well, I mean-

Optimus: You are a youngling under my care. You are not of me, but you are family.

The team learned to accept the odd sight of Bumblebee clinging to Optimus and the Prime in turn doting on everyone with relative ease. Although for a little while the newcomers were a bit weirded out by the whole thing. Of course the clinging and caring is merely the most obvious fallback the scout and Prime have. More often than not their active base coding presents itself in smaller ways.

When Bee happens to find himself unable to speak, even with his makeshift vocalizer, he falls back on the most basic form of communications Cybertronians have. He speaks through his field and tonal indicators, using his field to present emotion and general the general idea of what he is getting at and using small sounds and electronic chirps to accentuate what he is referring to. Ratchet having been forged during Cybertron's earlier ages knows enough about EM field communication to translate for Bumblebee on such days. But the rest of the team being far younger and not having active base coding can't figure out what he is saying to save their lives if it is anything more complex than basic emotions like anger or joy. This can frustrate Bumblebee beyond belief and lead him to spiral. Thankfully that is often when Optimus steps in.

On those days he will translate for his sparkling when Ratchet cannot and at the same time soothe his charge by using his own field to speak to him. Quiet rumbles and the sound of what could be the steady tune of a song long forgotten echo through the base when Optimus works to relax his scout and son. All throughout the day Optimus will work tirelessly to comfort and reassure Bee through any kind of non-verbal communication available to him. And should all else fail and Bee still find himself unable to speak, Optimus will take him away and in the solitude of his quarters sing the lullaby he always uttered to Bee when he was small. At the same time he will cuddle with the scout, letting Bee cling to him as he sings in low comforting tones.

Thankfully it is not only stress or sorrow that can activate their base coding, but also joy. When Bee gets excited he naturally allows his battlemask to fall and show off his fanged denta, usually with a small chirp or beep. The team finds it adorable but says nothing for fear of embarrassing the scout more than he already tends to be after such events. As for when Optimus gets excited, its far quieter, but his finals perk up and are highly expressive. Not only that but his optics cycle wider than what should be possible for a normal mech, leading to mixed confusion and awe on the teams part as he gazes at them with huge glowing optics meant for a predator.

Curiosity also has its effects. To this day Optimus will still automatically trail any small glowing light that he catches sight of. It is an instinctual habit designed to help him track prey and possible predators that has mostly fallen by the wayside since coming to earth. He never chases the lights, that would be foolish. But every now and then just to be funny, Ratchet will pull out a cat laser and point it at the nearest wall, instantly causing Optimus's attention to snap to it before he even realizes it. Optimus's reaction is small, Bee on the other hand though... if he isn't keeping a tight leash on his coding or is feeling particularly stressed he will fly at small lights like the laser with wild abandon. This has led him to break multiple tables and nearly crush the human children the one time they tried to use a flashlight and tell scary stories in base. The team find it hilarious, but try not to use the laser to taunt the scout as he always comes back to his sense mere moments after flying at the lights.

Wheeljack would rather not find himself with a scout crawling all over and chewing on his outer plating again after he thought it would be hilarious to point a light at himself to see if Bee really would come at him.

Then of course anger and danger leads the codes to come to the forefront of the Prime and scout's minds too. Whenever Optimus feels there is a threat and he isn't dealing with the Matrix, he will automatically find himself standing protectively in front of his team, facing the potential threat with plating flared and a growl burning in his throat. When arguments happen in base, he tends to bodily put himself between the two bots involved in the conflict, even scruffing them if he really isn't paying attention. Ultra Magnus and Ratchet will never live down the moment they got into a heated debate and ended up scruffed and limp in Optimus's arms until he deemed them calm enough to be let go. Since that and a few other similar incidents, the team try to argue in private if at all. There is no greater humiliation than being scruffed by your own commander and Prime after all.

For Bee when he feels threatened or angry he tends to go ever so slightly feral if he is not in control of himself. On the battlefield this leads him to join Optimus in flaring his plating and facing the enemy, shuffling around the team and playing sheepdog as he herds them into a protective circle for Optimus to better guard. With arguments in base where Optimus is not present to disrupt them, Bee will naturally make himself smaller and more innocent looking. It's not really on purpose, but at that point he will then quietly cuddle up against the bot most aggressive appearing, humming and wrapping his field around them to calm them. It works like a charm most of the time, and should that fail, he scurries off to find Optimus who will then scruff the perpetrators with no remorse.

Their base coding can sometimes be irritating, but the team finds it more entertaining and relieving than annoying.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #bumblebee #father son bonding #feral bumblebee #feral optimus prime #team prime #gotta love that feral behavior #I can totally see megatron screwing around with a laser pointer when op was still orion #knockout 100% abuses the laser pointer when he joins the team #bee hates him for it

[magicalprofessorsludgedeputy]

Megabee merformers drabble

Megatron circled his cage and seethed. Fury burned in his heart, drowning out the dull pain of his injury as he began moving faster. How dare those humans capture him. How dare they place him in this cell so mockingly modeled off his home, as if it would make the place any less of a prison. Megatron had been badly injured by a battle with ultra magnus when he had been captured, the humans had swoop down like scavengers and taken advantage of his incapacitated state like the vultures they were. They would not be able to keep him here, he would escape eventually and when he did he would gather his forces and reduce this prison to rubble! All he needed was time. So he continued to seeth and swim in circles, stewing in his fury. Until he heard a voice.

"You really are something." He turned and found the owner of the voice to be another mer, an eel significantly smaller than himself with golden yellow scales and splotchy black stripes. Megatron simply stared, dumb founded at the stranger who had somehow gotten into his cell without him noticing. Before he could think, the eel surged towards him until they were face to face mere inches apart, an eagure grin on his lips and sky blue eyes practically sparkling.

"What's your name big guy?" The question shook Megatron out of his shocked stupor just enough for him to remember that, Injured or not, he had a standard to live up to.

"I am lord megatron of the decpeticons. who may I ask, are you little one?" He drew himself up to his full height as he spoke, looking down on the little mer and flashing a fanged smiled for extra measure.

"Cool names bumblebee, nice to meet ya." The newly dubbed bumblebee replied casually, once again throwing him off guard. Just who was this runt to disregard him so easily.

"What are you doing in here bumblebee?" It was megatrons turn to get into his face swimming up and coiling around him like prey. He let his irritation drip from his voice like venom which bee, infuriatingly, didn't seem affected by.

"Oh I heard that their was a new arrival and I wanted to check it out so I snuck out of my tank and came here." he contemplated the implications of that statement.

"You know how to escape your cell?" He questioned in utter shock.

"Oh yeah, I do it all the time. I know all the blind spots and routes and stuff." Megatron let a small piece of desperate hope enter his heart.

"Do you know how to escape the facility?" "You mean get outside? Yeah I know a couple ways I've never really used them though cause they require certain stuff to work." Those words filled him with excitement but he restrained himself in order to maintain his composure.

"Tell me about them, won't you?" Bee's smile turned sly.

"Ah ah ah, that won't come for free big guy I want something in exchange." "Name your price." He normally hated bargaining but gaining insider knowledge would be crucial to his escape.

"I'll tell you about the inside if you tell me about the outside." he... wasn't sure how to respond to that. Bee took his silence as prompting to elaborate.

"I was raised in captivity, I've spent my entire life in places like this getting moved around every couple years. I wanna know about life outside the walls."

"You've never been outside?" Megatron questioned. "Never." He didn't process the little mers next words as an inferno clawed at his insides. A life kept in a cage, never knowing the freedom of the open ocean, surrounded by filthy humans. The idea burned under his skin like magma. He grabbed the little mer by the shoulder, staring him dead in the eye. "Not only will I tell you everything you desire about our home, but I will show it all to you." If it was possible bumblebee's grin widened further and his eyes sparkled as he leaned in.

"Really? You mean it?" Megatron elected to not acknowledge the way his heart fluttered at that. "You have my word."

#tfa bumblebee #tfa megabee #tfa au #Merformers #There will be more

[bluereo]

Part 2 time travel? Au (if someone have any idea how to name it pls tell me)

Orion on earth!

First meeting was really strange, nobody knew what to do and how to behave around much younger bot. But really soon they realize he is much more then "nerdy bookworm". It starts when they talk more openly and Orion (pretty sure that they already knew a lot about his times as Megs right hand) begins to describe what is happening at Kaon at this moment. Especially part when they prepare speeches or participate in protests.

I've seen somewhere that Orion would throw back tear gas cansters back at the police officers and now I can't see otherwise.

Orion: - and then I thrown back tear gas back at those violent officers.

Bulkhead:

Arcee:

Bumblebee:

Ratchet: . . . YOU DID WHAT?!

Miko: :D

Miko would love him the moment he shown that inside he is wild spirit. She really likes Optimus but he is not really a type of person she would hang out on daily basis. Orion on the other hand... especially when he shows he is not weak by any means.

Orion maybe is small in comparison with Optimus, but still he is around Ratchet's height. And he is definitely stronger then he looks. He can literally win with some gladiators at arm wrestling. Just imagine pure shock and awe when he is challenged by wreckers (who couldn't want  to miss opportunity to beat Optimus Prime at any game) and wins with no big effort.

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Sorry for mistakes

I will post more when I have ideas. You can leave your thoughts about it.

Part 1

#transformers prime #tfp #optimus prime #transformers #random thoughts #tfp optimus #orion pax #wheeljack #tfp wheeljack #bulkhead #tfp arcee #bumblebee #tfp ratchet #my brain is empty and i dont know what i should do about it #someone help me to find a name for this au

[sillylittleabyss]

The Tiny Zone: The First Trial

One night, on two worlds separated by the vastness of time and space, a man and a woman went to sleep in their beds and woke up somewhere else entirely. Neither of them would ever understand why they were chosen or how they got there, but the strangest things can happen... in the Tiny Zone.

Ethan tossed and grumbled in his sleep. He was having the weirdest dream, a dream of falling and flying and spinning all at once through a kaleidoscope of dizzying colours. His brow creasing, he reached for his blanket - but his hands closed over the empty air. In fact, he realised as he started to blearily regain consciousness, the cold hard surface underneath him didn't feel like his bed at all.

Suddenly aware that something was very wrong, Ethan's eyes shot open. With an intense sense of vertigo, he sat up and took in his new surroundings: he was still wearing the boxers he'd gone to sleep in, but his bedroom had been replaced in the night with a cold, alien chamber of cavernous proportions. Bare walls of sterile plastic stretched in every direction as far as the eye could see, a featureless white cube with a ceiling as tall as a skyscraper.

And he wasn't alone. Ethan's breath caught when he saw her: curled up in the corner, snoozing peacefully with her eyes shut tightly, was the biggest woman - scratch that, the biggest living thing period - that he'd ever seen. She was easily 30 feet tall. Hell, could she be 40? It didn't really matter, because either way he was approximately mouse-sized in comparison.

How is this even possible? Ethan thought frantically to himself. I must still be dreaming!

Ethan gasped as the monster in the corner began to move. Her eyes creaked open and she gave a huge sleepy yawn, stretching out those vast arms and rubbing at the mess of auburn hair that tumbled like vines around her face. He saw that she was wearing soft fuzzy garments covered in little bumblebees, and part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his situation. Was he really about to be killed by a giant wearing bumblebee pyjamas?

The giantess suddenly gave a start, and Ethan froze as she started to look around the room nervously, her eyes open wide. When she finally spoke, her voice was like a wave of sound rumbling over him.

"H-hello?" Despite her terrifying size, her expression just looked lost and a little scared. "Where am I? Is anyone there?"

There was nowhere to hide in the little room, and it only took a moment before her eyes settled on Ethan. A look of profound confusion crossed her face, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Acutely aware of how measly his little voice sounded coming in the wake of her booming tones, Ethan spoke up.

"Please don't hurt me!" he called out as loud as he could across the vastness of the room. "I don't know how I got here either."

"You're so small!" said the enormous woman. "Why are you so small?"

"I..." That was a good question. Why was he so small? "I'm not small, you're the one who's big! You're enormous!"

"Hey, it's definitely not me! I'm a completely normal size, and I've been watching my weight lately too!"

The gargantuan woman scrambled to her feet as she spoke, and Ethan blanched as she rose to her full height. He'd known she was big, but seeing her tower above him like that... his head barely cleared the tops of her socks! As the giantess took a step towards him, sending shuddering vibrations through the plastic floor, Ethan cowered in fear.

"Woah... hey, little dude." She stopped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just... I have no idea what's going on!"

Cautiously, he lifted his hands from his head. "I don't... I don't know either," he said. "I just woke up and I was here."

She sighed, fiddling with her hair anxiously. "Okay. Well, I'm Riley. If we're going to be stuck here together, we should be on the same team, right?"

Ethan looked at her dubiously. The same team? She was like, a billion times his size! What could he possibly have to offer someone like her? But then again...

"I'm Ethan," he said. Being on Riley's team sounded a lot better than being her enemy, that was for sure. "Thanks for... not squishing me or something."

"Why on Earth would I do that?" Riley said with a quizzical chuckle. She started walking around the room, taking slow careful steps and keeping far from Ethan's corner. "Anyway, we must be here for some reason. There must be... oh. Do you see that?"

He followed her finger with his eyes. Yeah, there was something. The angle made it hard to see from the ground for someone as small as him, but it was...

"It's like, a box. Or a little tunnel or something, in the wall." said Riley, peering into it. "I think I can see something down there!"

She stuck her fingers into the hole, but frustration soon showed on her face. "Dammit," she said. "It's just... too fiddly. Twists and turns all over the place, I can't get my hand in."

Riley suddenly looked thoughtful, and she toyed idly with the buttons of her pyjamas as she turned to give Ethan an appraising look.

"Oh no," he said. "No way. That thing is like twenty stories up."

"Ethan," she said gently, starting to advance on him. "We're going to have to work together if want out of this place. Don't worry, I'll be holding onto you the whole time!"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about!" Ethan cried as she got nearer, taking a step back as she reached out with those huge scary fingers.

"Just... trust me! C'mere!"

Riley dropped to her knees and snatched at him. He tried to scramble between the legs of her pyjama pants, but her hand shot out just a little bit too fast to evade. Ethan paled as she snagged him and pulled him into the air, shuddering in terror as he felt her powerful fingers close tightly around his bare torso.

"Right!" said Riley, straightening and lifting him up to her face with a rush of momentum that made Ethan's head spin. "Now we can actually talk face to face. Wow, you are so small! It's kinda cute, actually!"

Ethan's heart hammered in his chest as Riley's huge brown eyes and lips loomed up in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a panicked gasp came out as he imagined all the various ways she could end his life right now. Squeezing him, dropping him, slipping him between those big soft lips...

"Okay, okay, calm down, dude!" Riley said. "I just wanted to look at you. This would have been way easier if you hadn't freaked out like that."

The wind rushed past his ears again as she swung him around, placing him gently in the entrance to the little plastic tunnel in the wall.

"See? Told you I'm not gonna hurt you. We're both in this thing together, little guy."

Ethan looked down from his new vantage point and immediately regretted it. Retreating into the safety of his little mousehole, he gave her an indignant look. "Please don't do that again." he said.

Riley made a face, but spread her hands in a placating gesture. "So," she said. "Can you see anything in there?"

"Yeah... there's like, a little switch. I think I can get to it..."

Climbing a little deeper in, Ethan found a small red lever - the first Ethan-sized thing he'd seen in this place, he thought - and he pulled on it until it swung down with a click. Almost immediately, a hissing sound started up from the far side of the room. What was previously a flat, featureless wall of white plastic suddenly sprouted a seam, which became a door that hissed open.

Riley beamed and clapped. "You did it, Ethan!" She peered through the newly revealed door, then bounced over to the bolthole and held out her hand, palm out flat, for him to climb onto. "As long as we work together, I bet we'll get out of here in no time!"

Ethan regarded the big, slightly sweaty palm of Riley's hand nervously, glancing up at her open, smiling face. The idea of willingly stepping into her grasp again sent a shiver down his spine - but she really did seem genuine about this whole "working together" thing. And she hadn't hurt him yet, had she?

"OK," he said, stepping out onto her hand. "Let's do this."

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#slow burn #giantess #g/t #giant/tiny #gentle giantess

[silverbladexyz]

ahhhh omg congrats on the milestone!! So deserved!!

If you don't mind, I'd like a siblings figure match up please :). My mbti is an istj, I'm quiet and shy but I can have small talk with people who start conversations first because starting conversations scares me. I'm the serious about school friend, so my social life is very minimal.

Anyway, I'd say there aren't really people I don't get along with because I barely talk to anyone lmao, but i do find people who arent hardworkers annoying, like i wont say it or show it outwardly, but they do ge on mu nerves. Pronouns are she/her and I'm short.

As you know, I play the piano and I guess writing fanfiction is a hobby haha.

I'm caught up in the manga but haven't read any of the light novels.

Thanm you so much in advance! Hope the info I've given is sufficient!

QUIIIIIIIIIIIIII MY FELLOW ANIME FAN, TWOSETTER, AND CLASSICAL MUSIC STAN <333 TYSM, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR RESULT! 😁

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

Calculating...

Your sibling figure is... ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA!!!

-Atsushi doesn't really mind your shyness, but if you want him to, he can do the talking for you. I don't think Atsushi is that shy that he wouldn't be able to hold a normal conversation

-He doesn't mind your quietness too! I feel like he would appreciate having someone whom he can sit in comfortable silence with and not worry about having to make conversation

-Atsushi admires your seriousness towards your grades. He'll try to help you with your schoolwork, and if he can't, he'll encourage you and remind you to take breaks <33

-As we all know, Atsushi is very hard-working, so you'll rarely ever see him slacking off. However, he is more than happy to stop what he's doing to spend some quality time with you

-He is interested in the piano. Growing up in the orphanage, he never really had the chance to listen to music, yet learn it. So he naturally was curious about the instrument, and he would gladly accept if you proposed to teach him how to play it (I recommend teaching him how to play Canon in D first... on second thought maybe not ehehe)

-Introduce him to bubble tea and classical music! Atsushi is more than happy to try out new things with you, and he actually has self-control when he buys bubble tea. And as for classical music, he'll listen to all of your recommendations. I headcanon that he would like Chopin or Liszt

-If you're ever insecure about your height, Atsushi will comfort you while listing off how great of a person you were, regardless of how tall you are. He never teases you for your height, and he will scold other people (*cough* Dazai) if they tease you for your shortness

-He'll never judge or tease you for your interests and hobbies, and he will be very supportive of you every step of the way. Just... please don't break any laws or burn down Yokohama /lh

-Also, being his younger sister figure also means that Kyouka is your sister figure too. She loves you in a sisterly way and will not hesitate to cut down anyone that is bad to you

-Atsushi is pretty protective over you. Since his job involves dealing with criminal organisations, he wouldn't want you to be kidnapped, or worse, killed. He might even ask Kunikida to teach you some self-defense

-He will let his guard down around you, and that means being vulnerable with you as well. Please comfort him. It would mean the world to him if you hugged him and assured him that he was the best brother figure you could ever ask for

-Bonus: Atsushi is actually a fast learner on the piano. I bet he can play Flight of the Bumblebee now at 200 notes per second <33 (Jk. Atsushi's not sacrilegious and he never will be)

-Over all, Atsushi is a sweet and caring older brother figure to you. He won't hesitate to sacrifice anything to keep you safe and happy

@i-just-like-goats

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd platonic #atsushi x reader #silverbladexyz's 100 follower event

[elvish-sky]

Aerinithil Character Sheet

i’m so delighted to introduce you to my new OC, Aeri! I’m so nervous about this, but I really adore her and I’m so proud of the work I’ve put into her so I hope you all love her!

Aeri, by the incredibly kind person and wonderful artist @lady-latte !!!

Name: Aerinithil, meaning ‘sea of moonlight’ is the name given to her by her elven mother.

Nickname: Aeri. It’s what her father called her when she was little, and it’s stuck. (pronounced air-rhee)

Heritage: Half-elf, half-human. Her parents were an elf from Lothlorien and a man from Rohan that got lost and fell in love with her mother. They disappeared from everyone they knew and lived together in the foothills of the mountains west of Fangorn, raising Aeri there. The only being that ever knew there had been another union between elf and man was Gandalf. They were killed by orcs when she was in her 40s, her father living a very long life for a human. However, she was not offered the choice between a human lifespan, and an elven one, instead only given an extended lifespan. However, she doesn't know how long that lifespan is until she meets Gandalf for the first time.

Age: She was born on February 14, TA 2414, and is almost six hundred years old at the Council of Elrond.

Appearance: Aeri is 6’3, a normal height for an elf, but tall for a human. However, she is shorter than Aragorn, who stands at 6’6. She’s very muscular after so many centuries of physical activity, and lean, but not slender like the elves, a reminder of her human heritage. She does have the elven pointed ears, though.

Her hair is a mahogany color and wavy, reaching to the small of her back when she actually leaves it down. Which is rare- one of the things she hates the most is having hair in her face, so it is almost always in a long ponytail or various kinds of braids.

Aeri has piercing blue eyes, a much darker blue than usually seen, but with starbursts of aquamarine around the pupils. She has a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and a few around her face. She also has a triangle of freckles on her right shoulder, something that her father had too, which has always puzzled her but she sees it as a connection to him. Her nose is slightly upturned, and her lips are somewhere in between rounded and heart-shaped, but she can never decide which.

She has a lot of scars all over, a result of centuries of fighting and a whole lot of clumsiness. She has one on the bottom of her chin from tripping as a child, that Aragorn tried for years to get the story about out of her and once he succeeded has not let her forget it. She received a scar at Helm’s Deep that stretches from her hip, across her thigh and almost to her knee. She also has a small one on her cheek from where an arrow grazed her during the battle at the Black Gate.

Personal Information: Aeri is usually very hostile with new people, but secretly craves connection and is rather touch-starved. She’s become almost numb by the time she joins the Fellowship and only does that because she received a message from Gandalf, who, when she met him centuries before, had promised to never ask her for anything unless the situation was truly dire.

She does have a sense of humor and enjoys the antics of the hobbits. Her common sense is strong, and her intuition is finely honed. She’s also inquisitive, sensitive, and has a large amount of hope, qualities that come to light as she starts to unconsciously think of and treat the Fellowship as a family.

Aeri is scared of bees, but she doesn’t know why (and thinks bumblebees are adorable, she’s just scared of any other kind). She has nightmares about her parents’ deaths that constantly trouble her, and hundreds of years later often wonders that if she’d been there, would she have been able to save them? She also suffers from panic attacks and is very nervous in large crowds, but she has learned how to cope over the years, and Aragorn teaches her tricks he uses as well.

In the years between her parents’ deaths and joining the Fellowship, she traveled Arda, visiting everywhere from the Shire to Erebor. She always returned home to the cabin in the foothills of the Misty Mountains near Fangorn, alone, with the books and goods she brought back to keep her company. And her horses and dogs over the years.

She’s fantastic with any weapon you put in her hands, but her favorites are her long twin daggers (that she bonds with Legolas over) and her long cutlass that befuddles Aragorn and Boromir.

Aeri, from this picrew!

Friends: Once the Fellowship gets her to trust them, on the way to Caradhras, she opens up a little more. She becomes fast friends with Merry and Pippin but enjoys Sam’s quieter company and Frodo’s thoughtfulness as well. She also knows a lot about compulsion and temptation and helps Frodo with the ring. Boromir quickly becomes her brother-in-arms, and she manages to take down the Uruk-hai that tried to kill him, saving his life. Legolas has a harder time trusting Aeri, especially because he can see the elvishness in her but knows she’s not fully elven. However, when she rescues him from an orc patrol one night they become friends, and he teaches her more about her heritage. She and Gimli don’t interact much until Moria, but he sees the respect she’s showing and they begin to like each other.

During the several months between her arrival in Rivendell/The Council of Elrond and the Fellowship’s departure, she becomes friends with Arwen, the first being she lets her guard down around in many years. However, she always feels a sense of jealousy around the elf, which she doesn’t realize is because of her feelings for Aragorn for a long time.

She also becomes really close with both Glorfindel and Erestor during her time in Rivendell, enjoying the warrior’s battle-wisdom and humor and the councilor’s quiet thoughtfulness and sass.

Love Interest: Aeri and Aragorn do confess their feelings for each other some time during the quest, much to Merry and Pippin’s delight when they hear of it. However, it takes a while, and there is lots of pining along the way as both think the other wants nothing more than to be friends. Aeri is intimidated by the fact that Aragorn is the Heir of Isildur, and Aragorn is intimidated by the fact that Aeri is a half-elf that’s been alive for eight hundred-ish years. Some hilarity ensues from this as well, much to Boromir and Legolas’s enjoyment.

Aeri and Aragorn with this picrew!

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this character sheet was inspired by @guardianofrivendell ‘s for her amazing OC Tullaina, which you should check out here!

and a huge thank you to @laurfilijames who gave me the push i needed to do this. thank you so incredibly much, i hope you like her!

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Illicit Affairs — Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 11.2k

Genre: Smut. A tiny little bit of angst and fluff too but. Smut.

Rating: 18+

Hi bumblebees! Thank you for staying with me so far and for being so kind with hey works and my continuously shifting schedule.

Quick plot! Hoseok and Giggles have just met: Giggles was the substitute for Mickey’s vet and she helped the doggo and Hoseok during an emergency, however the hour they spent together was enough for Hoseok to develop a quite intense crush for the young woman. He decides he wants to invite her to a date and picks his apartment as the location, going out of his way to try to impress her. However, the elegant dinner miserably crashes once his poor nerves abandon him. Fortunately, Giggles can take the reins, but is also willing to give them up at the right moment.

Special thanks to beta extraordinaire, @hobiandsprite​ I really love you. Please, don’t be sad and let those giggles out every now and then.

Moving on to The Big Stuff.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, swearing. Basic BDSM training, Sir!Hoseok x sub!reader; safe sex, briefest mentions of masturbation (male and female), grinding, humping, making out, lots of tongue action, food play (and very messy one at it), cum play, cum eating, mild choking kink, one (1) breast slap, mild fetishism (panties, perfume/smells). Hoseok is overall very controlling, especially while he’s giving her basic training. There’s some sort of exhibitionism (if you like,,,, squint). Also Hoseok is a neurotic mess, Giggles is also quite tense and both like each other a lot, which leads to a few moments of weakness here and there. Mentions of vet emergency (don’t worry, Mickey is doing alright, he was just suffering from the hot temperatures).

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Jung Hoseok was nervous.

He was tense, palms sweating, nape drenched in perspiration.

He was a ball of nerves and he had never felt like this in a long time. Maybe ever since his first performance in the U.S.

Not like the day of their debut, but close.

And all of this for a stupid date.

He just wanted to know you, see if the image he had built of you actually corresponded with your actual personality.

He cracked his neck and shoulders, pacing back and forth, wondering if it were a good idea having you at his place.

After all, you were Mickey’s vet. He could be safe with you, right? You wouldn’t expose him now, would you?

It was the first time he ever brought someone in his home and he was way too nervous to feel comfortable.

He immediately picked up his phone.

“Jung. Hoseok. I don’t even know why I picked up this call. Why aren’t you getting prepped and polished for your date?” Yoongi’s voice was quiet and gravelly from the other side. It was seven pm, he shouldn’t have been sleeping, Hoseok mused, shaking his head once he realised Yoongi was spending the weekend with Kitten and the two had probably been dozing off on the sofa all afternoon.

“I think I fucked up. I like this apartment, I can’t jeopardise my home.” He panicked, finally losing his cool.

Yoongi inhaled and groaned as he stood up, leaving Kitten alone to rest undisturbed. “She seems a kind person. A smart one too. Just talk to her.”

“You know I suck at talking!” Hoseok whined, combing his hair off his forehead. “I don’t know why I want to impress her so bad.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Because you have a crush on her.”

“But I don’t even know her!” Hoseok protested, sitting on the sofa for a second before standing up again.

“That’s the key ingredient of a crush. Once you start getting to know her, you either grow out of it or fall in love.”

Hoseok cocked his head and toyed with his earlobe nervously. “Do you think she’ll like me? I mean, she looks so sweet, and so innocent and I can’t even imagine her being into—”

“Don’t judge. Strange fits sometimes work. Think Jimin and Princess. Seokjin hyung and Angel. They work. Strange, I know, but they do.”

Hoseok exhaled.

“Stop pacing. Don’t be too hard on yourself. First date is always a bumpy road. Maybe you’ll find out she’s not your thing and all these worries will be gone by the end of the night.”

“What if I like her and she doesn’t like me?”

Yoongi softened. “It’s all part of the game, Hobah.”

Hoseok nodded. “I have to go see if the chef needs help.”

Yoongi grinned. His friend was really going out of his way. Once, all he wanted were hotel rooms and quiet, curvy brunettes with so many sins they had officially given up on heaven at least a lifetime ago. “No matter how it goes, I’m sure you’ll find someone right for you.”

Hoseok nodded curtly before realising his friend couldn’t see his reply. “Thank you, Yoongi.”

“Sweep her off her feet, Casanova.”

With a bubbly laugh, Hoseok interrupted the call, headed to the private kitchenette. “Can I help you in any way?” Hoseok asked, still keeping his hands on his stomach, trying not to touch anything that could possibly cause a disaster — which considering the setting and his poor cooking skills meant everything.

“It’s okay. I can take care of everything. Don’t worry. Relax.” The chef almost wanted to take a second to pat the younger man’s back. He was probably six years his senior but the stress of a first date was timeless.

And the poor guy was sweating disastrously.

“Okay, then I’ll go check the table.” Hoseok murmured.

“Already settled. And the cake  is waiting in the fridge. It’s still too hot for it.” The chef replied as he turned off the stove since the sauce for the noodles had reached perfect texture. “Maybe a small glass of soju could help?”

Hoseok shook his hands in panic. “Oh, no. That would make it all worse. Why is it so hot in here!”

He walked away from the kitchen, once more staring at the table near the wide floor to ceiling windows. The view would soon turn stunning, the Han river running like a pitch black road, cutting the city in two, Itaewon lighting up in the distance and emerging like a glowing mirage against the night sky.

What if she’s scared of heights?

He banged his head against the wall, pacing again, texting the group chat.

HS: “What if she suffers from vertigo?”

SJ: “You didn’t place the table by the window, did you?”

Hoseok tugged at his hair, undoing a button on his shirt. Why was everything so fucking hot?!

HS: “Should I move it? I have ten minutes! I can move it.”

TH: “Don’t. You can place her with her back to the window if she feels uncomfortable.”

JK: “You’re such a loser, hyung. Relax, it will work out.”

HS: “DON’T TELL ME TO RELAX YOU UNGRATEFUL RASCAL”

JM: “Okay, let’s calm down. Personally I would feel even worse with my back to the window. You can move to the coffee table. It will feel more informal and you will FINALLY GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS,

JM: “she probably just wants to chat over fried chicken while you’re going to make her uncomfortable with all that finesse.”

NJ: “Gotta agree with Jimin on this one. She’ll simply want to chat. You’ll want to chat and get to know her.”

YG: “I told you it will be alright now stop spamming.”

HS: “AND I SUCK AT CHATTING”

JK: “yeah, you kinda ramble”

JM: “not helping Guk.”

The doorbell rang.

Fuck.

He pocketed his phone and headed to the door. “Yes?”

“Uhm… It’s confusing here, I think you need to pick me up.” You said anxiously over the intercom.

“I’m coming. Wait in the foyer.” He slipped on his shoes and got in the elevator, cracking all the joints of his fingers as it descended, going through the process again once he had cracked them all. He dumbly wished he had more fingers.

The door opened and there you stood with your back to him, your shoulders covered by a messy tumble of hair.

“Hello?” He called, making you turn around immediately.

His stomach turned upside down when you hit him with your sweetest, most radiant smile as you faced him. “Hi!”

He felt dumbstruck. You looked adorable, way too pretty for him. Way too incredible for anyone in the universe. “Hello.” He repeated, feeling a nervous smile constrict his face.

It almost looked like a grimace. For a second you thought you had somehow disappointed him. Maybe your dress was too informal? Were you too underdressed?

Staring at his outfit, you realised you were.

“You look very handsome.” You flattened your dress nervously, aware of every movement you made, feeling ridiculous.

“Oh, thank you.” He emitted the most neurotic laugh. Pull yourself together, Jung Hoseok, he innerly scolded himself before gesturing to the lift. “Shall we?”

You nodded, your glee completely lost. Staring at your dumb flats, you approached the opening doors and entered, Hoseok following suit.

You both stayed silent for a couple floors. “How was your day?” You managed to find the guts to ask.

“Uhm… Okay, I guess? My family came to pick Mickey up the other day so it’s been very quiet and a bit lonely.” He smiled but he looked sad.

You nodded. “Pets really change the whole feeling of home.”

He noticed you pressing your hands together before your lap, tucking your elbows against your sides as you tried to shrink yourself enough to disappear. You knew you should have bought a nice dress for this. You cursed your childish tastes and your sweet saffron dress, too demure and cheap for him. You had maybe spent 30,000 won on it, probably the equivalent of his shoelaces.

Screw that — obviously even his shoelaces cost more than that.

You started sucking at your lips, frowning at yourself for messing up your lipgloss. Out of nerves, you started twisting slightly side to side, your dress moving slightly with the motion, your eyes still focused on your shoes.

He was intimidating. Why in the world did you accept a date with him? He was way out of your league! All it would be was one date you would remember someday in your old years, annoying your grandchildren with that one time you had dinner at one of the most incredibly powerful and famous artists of the world.

Hoseok surreptitiously dried his palms against his trousers. He looked at you. His stomach turned again. He wondered how he would manage to eat all that food. All he could do was look at you and take in the cute freckles, that peppered your nose and cheekbones, and your arms too.

“You have freckles.” He noted absentmindedly, a thought unwillingly turned into speech.

You turned your head to him, batting your lashes confusedly. Was it a good thing or a bad thing?

“Yes.”

“You look like a strawberry.” Jung Hoseok, what the fuck.

You frowned. Again, was that good or bad?

“No one has ever told me that before,” you replied with a tense giggle.

He cocked his head at the sound. That was sweet. He liked that. Could he make you laugh like that again? “And you look very pretty in the dress. That shade of yellow really compliments you.” He confessed, feeling his whole face blush.

This felt like his first crush, when he would hide behind corners not to face the girl he liked, and when he would hide his face because it made him feel strange to be looked in the eye by her. She was way too pretty for him.

Thank the heavens, you thought as the doors finally opened on his floor.

He was drenched in sweat. He could literally feel the back of his shirt stick to his skin. He hoped you wouldn’t notice.

He smiled again, this time more relaxedly as he led the way. The lighting was perfect, the deep night sky splashing its colour over Seoul, the billowing darkness of the Han, the magical glimmering of Itaewon, like a flock of fireflies in the distance.

“Goodness gracious,” you exclaimed, walking toward the window and looking out, completely ignoring the table. “This is… It’s like flying.”

He smiled and let his shoulder sag in relief, his elated exhale cooling his heated chest. “I was panicking because it kind of hit me that you could be scared of heights. Like one of those last minute panic thoughts.”

You turned to him to comfort him. “It’s—”

You noticed the table. You noticed the gargantuan quantity of bowls and dishes and plates and cups spread all over it.

Suddenly it all made sense.

“Was this supposed to be a formal dinner?” You asked, your whole face scrunched in perplexity.

He froze in utter confusion. “Just dinner.”

“Are you okay?” You asked, looking as his left eyelid started pulsating with small flutters.

He hurriedly placed his hand over it, turning his back to you. “Yeah, just… Hot weather, blood pressure...”

You walked closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was drenched. “Jung Hoseok,” you called calmly.

You could feel his heartbeat get three times faster.

“Hoseok. Turn around,” you told him sweetly, rubbing his shoulder-blade softly, completely ignoring the way the fabric stuck to his skin.

He turned to you, still cupping the left side of his face with both hands.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, feeling the ridge of his shoulder with your fingertips.

He nodded shyly, giving you the smallest pout.

“And you got a full meal for this? Were you trying to kill me by overfeeding me?” You asked with a tiny smile.

“I— I didn’t know what you like and I hired a chef so we could have excellent food here at home and—”

“This wasn’t necessary, you know that right?” You rubbed your thumb against the muscle and bone of his shoulder. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t appreciate it, but it seems like you went maybe… slightly out of your way for this.” You noticed more details, like the flowers and the candles and… wait, he hired a chef? There was another person that would take part in your date as a silent, distant viewer?

“Is it too much?” He asked, frowning and grimacing.

You offered him a lopsided grin and tipped your head to one side, then to the other, back and forth in a so-and-so gesture.

He covered his whole face with his hands and collapsed on the sofa. “Shit, I fucked up so bad.”

You crouched down before him, making sure that the dress didn’t expose too much of your thighs. “It’s okay. Would you like to have a formal dinner?”

“I just wanted to make a good impression.” He whined, tugging at his hair once more.

You touched his forearms, trying to ease his tension before realising that you were technically strangers and maybe he didn’t like being touched. You scolded yourself for your over-tactile approach, and your dumb habit of treating everyone like abandoned puppies. Embarrassedly you placed your hands on your lap, his face raising to meet yours as he felt your fingers leave his skin. Had he done something wrong? Had he made a fool of himself one more time, without even knowing?

“You already made a good impression—”

“I wanted to confirm it!” He wailed exasperatedly.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you tried to calm him down. “We can walk this walk or do something more low-key. More... relaxing,” you suggested, smiling easily, calmly.

He could feel himself calm down. “Would it disappoint you if we just… I don’t know... ate some noodles over a glass of soju and beer?”

You giggled. “That would make me ecstatic.”

“Let me go call off the chef then.” He stood to his feet. “Thank you so much.”

You shrugged and beamed at him. “No biggie.”

In two minutes the chef came out of the kitchen, bowing at you while you still sat on the sofa. “Good evening. I wish you a good meal. I hope you’ll enjoy the food.”

“Thank you for your hard work! I’m sure I’ll enjoy it!” You replied politely and warmly, watching the man collect a bag from the entry room and bow to Hoseok as he accompanied him out.

“He had already finished cooking.” Hoseok exhaled. He looked ten years younger and significantly less stressed. “The meat had already been grilled, it just needs to be warmed up in the oven.”

“You mean there’s more food?” You asked, eyes wide in terror.

He started shaking his hands in equal fear. “We don’t have to eat that too. Maybe just a couple short ribs?” He wondered.

You stared at the rice and side dishes on the table. It was probably four times what you normally ate, and that was without considering his half of the table. “You have glass noodles?” You asked, and he nodded excitedly at your interest.

“With aubergines and mushrooms and pork belly?”

You felt your mouth water. “Can we have those though?”

He smiled excitedly. “The chef was stir frying the vegetables so we would have to finish that.”

You shrugged. “I can do that while you go get changed, if you’d like. Wear something fresh and cozy.”

He looked around nervously.

You immediately realised what was wrong. How could he let a stranger wander through his house? And he wasn’t just anyone. He was a celebrity. A famous person. What if he thought you would sneak through his private spaces and sell information about him to the press?

“Uhm—”

“Oh my god. No, it’s okay. Who would let a stranger stay in their home while they’re in the shower. Dumb me. Sorry.”

He blinked a couple times. “It's the first time I have invited someone in my house, except for my close friends.” He looked down and smiled, his cheeks shooting up in a complicated mix of sadness and joy. “I'm nervous because of that too.”

You nodded. “I know it could sound dumb to say but I care about you. And I'm not interested in gossip and press and all of that. I will respect you and your home. It's basic human decency,” you said, sitting next to him. “I only suggested you go get a change of clothes because that cannot be comfortable and I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted out of that.”

He looked up at you with big, soft eyes. “It would really be okay?”

“Yes, it would, Hobi.” You flinched at the nickname. “Hoseok. Sorry.” You wanted to tear your own tongue off.

However, just as much as you felt disappointed at yourself for the small slip, he felt warm about you calling him by a nickname. He wanted you to say it again. And again. And well… again but in other ways.

“I'll be back in five minutes, just to rinse off and get comfy.”

You nodded. “I'll wait here and then we'll get the noodles ready.”

Hoseok felt extremely relieved once he changed his clothes. The loose linen joggers felt like a soft cloud around his legs, air already circulating better against his skin. And the satin shirt made him feel classy and casual at the same time.

He was pleased at the comfort-looks ratio of his outfit and exited the room confidently. He was further reassured once he found you scrolling through your phone, sitting there innocently, smiling at him once you saw him appear.

“Okay, ready to go?” He asked, standing in front of you, all set to accompany you to the kitchen.

You nodded and took his hand as he helped you up. “Let’s go.”

He smelled amazing, like anise and patchouli. Something sweet and manly at the same time. It suited him perfectly.

Standing a bit too close after he tugged you up, you surreptitiously tried to sniff him, your eyes falling shut once the vaguely honeyed fragrance met your nostrils.

He observed you as you stood there, clearly entranced. Heat crept up his cheeks as your breath tickled down his neck: he was slowly becoming aware of your presence, of the warmth that your skin radiated, of the way a strand of your hair skimmed his arm.

“I like your perfume,” you whispered.

He felt his knees grow vaguely wobbly, a swoony, shy smile stretching his lips.

The moment you opened your eyes, you realised his face was just a few inches away from yours, his blush visible in high definition right before your eyes.

He looked so incredibly, adorably embarrassed. “Thank you,” he replied quietly, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the moment.

Your eyes met his, and for a second he hoped you would get on your tiptoes and kiss him, but you casually turned around and started walking away, turning to him only to ask about the kitchen.

Trying to keep his delusions on the low, he led you to the kitchen, where all you could see was the tidy chaos of creation.

A few bowls were piled neatly in the sink, together with lined up utensils. You let him show you the several drawers and cabinets, explaining where to find a frying pan for the vegetables, the noodles already cooked and marinated in the secret sauce the chef had prepared.

All he could do was stare as you easily made your way through the motions, the main dish of your meal ready to be served after a few minutes, the vegetables keeping a crispy texture while the noodles hit a chewier feel once you mixed the two together.

You set both on different bowls and offered them to Hoseok. “I’ll put a couple short ribs in the oven.”

He nodded and reached the dining table, frowning at all the food spread there in cups and plates and dishes and bowls.

His disappointment was short-lived.

“Don’t worry about it,” you murmured gently, completely incapable of keeping yourself from tracing his spine in between his shoulder blades.

You watched his back straighten, the glossy satin glimmering at the shift of muscles and tendons underneath.

You wanted to see that again. No shirt on, next time.

You shook your head and blinked rapidly, trying to awaken yourself from your fantasy.

He set the bowls down and you sat in front of each other, thanking for the food quickly before you started chatting about which food was where.

The meal went on calmly while you talked about your family, your job, and the pets you had visited during the day. At the same time, he explained some of the undercover dynamics of his job, like all the training and briefing and preparations necessary before interviews, photoshoots, or even something as basic as a public appearance where all they had to do was stand and look pretty for the photographers. He teased the theme of the Run episode they had just filmed — which was almost fifteen episodes ahead to the one that had just been aired.

You chit-chatted for a long while, your conversation resembling the sound of chirping birds thanks to Hoseok’s naturally melodic intonation of speech. He was lovely when he stumbled a bit over his words, the ridge of his ears scarlet with embarrassment once a slip of tongue had him making a lewd allusion you caught with a mischievous grin he couldn’t quite catch since your eyes were glued to the table; he had been too busy being ashamed of his freudian lapsus to actually notice that you had enjoyed the reference.

He was saved by the sound of the oven beeping, telling him that the ribs were warm and ready, which made him excuse himself.

He returned just a minute later with more soju and beer, asking if you were okay with the serving or if you were full.

The smell was so inviting you let him convince you.

No matter the large dinner and the several dishes, you managed to eat way more than what you thought, only a quarter of the table remaining untouched.

“Okay, maybe we could pack up the leftovers.” You suggested, standing up once your conversation hit a natural pause, comforted by the feeling that Hoseok no longer felt like a stranger to you.

You helped him, easily getting acquainted with his living room and kitchen. It felt nice to get gradually more independent, enough that you could easily help him up with the containers and that you could assist him with organizing the tupperware in the fridge.

It was all going okay until you were standing in front of the open fridge, ready to close it when his hand landed on yours on the handle, holding the door open. He leaned against your back, grabbing a paper box from the top shelf.

“Sorry,” he spoke quietly, all chirpiness gone.

Shivers propagated from your spine to your limbs, your brain suddenly struck by the feel of perspiration coating your inner thighs. You felt wet and you weren’t sure if it was sweat or actual arousal.

His perfume came in again once he stretched to reach the box.

Hoseok’s attention moved to the mole on your neck as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Careful, it’s heavy,” he said, giving a quick look at your lashes, at the freckles peppered over your cheekbones, your face turned to the side, ready to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

His hand was hot against yours, his back light and solid at the same time.

He parted from you, feeling disappointed with the fact that he had to move, biting his lip as his arm struggled keeping the box upright.

You caved slightly as cool air replaced the warmth of his chest, still feeling the phantom presence of his touch.

“Let’s go back to the living room.” He bit his lip, grabbing another bottle as you almost ran from him.

You weren’t okay with what was going on. Not one small bit. You were not okay with the idea of getting drenched and making a mess of yourself on the first date. You were even less okay with the idea of going back home and spending all night with your hand between your legs, thinking about the mind-blowing sex Jung Hoseok was most definitely capable of performing. With a body like that and years of pilates lessons, there was no doubt he could rearrange your organs as your legs and arms bent to accommodate him and please him.

You were even less pleased by the way you craved to satisfy him. You wanted to hear him moan and whine with his melodious voice. You wanted to hear the symphony of his pleasure, the sound of his cries, the smashing of skin against skin, and maybe the legs of the bed scraping against the floor, the headboard thudding against the wall.

You wanted his perfume on your neck, against your chest. You wanted your thighs to smell like him, the scent of your sex mingling with his cologne. It was primal and visceral and obscure and thrilling.

And then a sick side of you wanted to wake up all the neighbours, let them know he was living the night of his life. And since you could only hope of getting a second chance, you found yourself ready to use the night you’d been granted, if fate would allow you an in to the sinful heaven you were imagining.

After all, you weren’t even sure he still liked you.

As he sat in front of you, Hoseok observed your side profile while you stared out of the window, completely lost in your thoughts, your cheeks reddened because of the alcohol.

He was so whipped for you.

However, he knew the initial thrill would eventually fade and leave him with an adorable, beautiful young woman who could never own his heart or tend to his vulnerable side. It had happened so many times before that he was just waiting for his interest to die down.

Because right as he stared at your dreamy expression, he realised he would never lay a finger on you.

You were far too precious for him to sully you with his dirty paws and devilish ways.

With a sliver of sadness tainting his smile, he placed the cake in the middle, preparing two forks, one on your side and one on his.

“I’ve heard champagne is great with strawberries,” he commented, opening the bottle and awakening you from your daydream.

You blinked a few times. “Oh, just a little or I’ll end up dizzy,” you replied with a small smile. “This cake looks beautiful.”

“I hope you aren’t allergic to strawberries or dairy products,” he mused, lifting up his glass to clink it with yours. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you repeated before answering his questions. “Luckily I don’t have any allergies. Usually I prefer eating fruit and vegetables, but I’m pretty cool with any kind of food.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hoseok replied before realising he’d better never see you again. You were too tempting, too pretty, too gentle and overall too attractive for someone like him. Chances were you would be a bit disappointed but would find a proper date within the next two weeks. Women like you were far too requested and treasured in a city like Seoul.

You were suitable from head to toe. You had a degree, a job, a place to yourself, you were accomplished. And then your innocent looks, your kind manners, the caring side he had the fortune of catching a glimpse of.

You would be taken in less than three weeks. He could tell.

It was a mystery to him how you were still single after eight months in the city.

He found the courage to look up from the dessert, only to regret it immediately.

Your mouth was wide open in an attempt to chomp on a huge strawberry, your lips rosy, your nose smeared with cream.

I shall not.

I cannot.

I should not.

He paused.

Fuck. I will.

He placed down his fork and stood to his feet, your eyes following him as he came to your side.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking at his stone-cold expression.

You put your fork down, staring back at him with concern.

His hand moved tentatively to your cheek, laying gently along your jaw.

Turning to him, you stared some more, your chest inflating and deflating rapidly and deeply — which was not lost on him.

Too afraid to look, you closed your eyes as he leaned down his thumb moving closer to your mouth, parted as you found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Your whole world was dark and hot once his breath fanned over your face.

With overwhelming desire coursing through him, Hoseok stared at every single detail, drinking you in with eyes so hungry, like he could swallow every freckle, every mole, every bit of plump flesh and bony edge.

With his hand trembling slightly at the strange position, he dragged his thumb against the tip of your nose, collecting the cream smeared there.

Your eyes opened in surprise at the unanticipated motion, meeting his lowered eyelids, his lovely lashes making an appearance against the fair skin.

And then his thumb met your lips, covering them in sweetness.

“You had cream on your nose,” he said, his eyes never abandoning the curves of your lips.

Jung Hoseok knew he was a sinner already. But with heartbreaking realisation, he knew the next action would deem his fall.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, guided by a need so deep he could barely control. With the worst intentions, he focused on touching you as little as possible, trying to scoop up the cream caught on the gentle petals of your lips.

What he didn’t expect was for your own tongue to slide out and brush against his.

From there, it was only ruination.

His tongue slid in your mouth, catching on all the flavours of the dessert. It was strawberries. Strawberries everywhere; your freckles, your hair, your shampoo, your dress, he was possessed by them, drowning in a forest of strawberry bushes growing all over him, climbing into his mouth and underneath his clothes.

“Hobi,” you called weakly as he let you go, your body shooting up on your feet as you tried to chase after his mouth, tried to have his arms around you.

He moaned and caught you, placing his forearm against your lower back and holding your cheek with the other. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “I promised myself I wouldn’t but you’re too hard to resist.”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, kissing his jaw, trying to reach the underside of his ear. “Please.”

You tried to calm your breathing by inhaling deeply through your nose, which in retrospective was an awful move since his scent filled your lungs and all you could do was whine in reply, the sound ridiculous and embarrassing to your own ears.

“I’ll do bad things to you, honey. We should stop now,” he said, trying to be judicious.

“Please,” you begged again, rubbing your face against his neck, already trying to cover yourself in his perfume. “Just a kiss, please.”

Closing his eyes, he gave in, following the line of your neck, the sweet mole at the base, drawing your throat with the inner side of his lips.

“Hobi…” You whined once more before receiving a gentle tug at your hair.

“I’m getting there, don’t be impatient,” he growled, making your neck stretch backwards. Once more his tongue slipped out, drawing a line from the hollow between your collarbones all the way to your chin, stopping at your lower lip. “If you’re patient you get a reward, see? That’s how it works with me, sweetheart.”

He kissed your mouth, first delicately, tentatively, trying to feel you open up and give in.

Once you did, he locked your face against his with the hand of his nape, following your body as you walked backwards, reaching the sofa.

“What do you want to tell me, my pretty strawberry?” He teased once he allowed you to let go of him.

“Thank you.”

It was not what he expected, but it made his stomach churn with longing. He needed to please you more, give you more, just to hear those words again.

“You’re welcome, honey. Now, tell me. What do you want me to do, sweetie?” He watched as you sat on the carpet.

You remembered how soft it had felt earlier under your knees. “I wanna make out?” You asked, lashes batting. You didn’t want to sound eager.

“Just make out?” He asked, sitting down in front of you. There was no way he would allow you to blow him tonight.

You looked at him with sparkly eyes. He wanted to dive into them, to feel the magic they held glow inside his body. “Am I allowed to ask for more?” You questioned with the sweetest pout.

“You can ask me anything, honey.” He skimmed the skin of your jaw with the back of his fingers before feeling the hot curve of your neck under his palm.

“Would you think ill of me if I asked for more?”

He shook his head and smiled softly. He would never think ill of you. Not even if you asked him to fuck you for a whole audience of connoisseurs to stare. “You're my cute, little strawberry. I could never think lowly of you.” He cooed.

“What if I wanted you to… to fuck me?” You asked, biting your lip nervously before looking at him.

He thought about the consequences for maybe half a second. He felt awful because, at the end of all the reasoning he knew he would hoard you and every single ounce of pleasure he could coax out of your body.

“Are you sure you want that?” He asked, letting his hand follow the path between your breasts, down to your waist gripping your side.

You licked your lips and nodded. “I'll be so good to you.”

His grin was outright evil. “I know you will, baby.” He kissed your temple. “I need to go get protection if that's what you want. I'll give you a minute to think about it and if you still think so when I'm back, then we're gonna deal with your needy head, mh?”

You nodded, staring at him as he stood up, incapable of not studying his crotch where his cock was visibly tenting his loose trousers.

He chuckled as he watched you stare. “It'll be yours if you still want it later.”

Your eyebrows raised in disappointment as you watched him leave.

So… it was actually going to happen. Did you want it to happen?

What a stupid question! Yes. Of course.

You wanted him and it scared you and thrilled you at the same time.

His footsteps reached the room once more, disappearing once his feet touched the carpet.

“Okay. Here we go, sweetie. Are you still sure you want to have sex with me?” He asked, kneeling and moving your hair off your face, your head reaching his sternum from your seated position.

“Yes, I'm sure,” You confirmed curtly. “Please.”

Oh, to hear you beg. He could cum from that alone. It was intoxicating. And he wasn't even touching you. He could only imagine what sounds you would make once his cock would fill your cunt.

“You want the bedroom—”

“Here. Please.” You shut your eyes tight. You felt like an animal, willing to fuck wherever, and the immense temptation of feeling the plush carpet underneath your back, the city lights illuminating his skin…

Hoseok inhaled.

You were wilder than what you looked and such information aroused him immensely.

“Lay back, honey.” He murmured, extracting three small squares of foil from his pocket and laying them on the coffee table.

Slowly, you lowered your back to the carpet while he kneeled close to you, your legs rotating so that your feet laid right in front of his knees, your legs bent and pressed together.

“That's nice, ____. Lovely,” he said before placing his hands on your knees. “Would you like to spread your pretty legs for me?” He asked, his fingers sliding down your thighs, reaching the hem of the dress.

You looked adorable once you demurely parted your feet to offer him some space between your knees, the hem of the dress moving closer to your lap.

His legs slotted between your thighs and he bent down, reaching for your face. “Such a good girl,” he praised you, cooing once he noticed your cheeks redden. “So adorable.”

On all fours on top of you, you felt the unique shape of his mouth draw your throat before giving a lick. “I bet you taste like strawberries all over.” He started kissing down your chest, rubbing his cheek against your small breasts. “You make me feel like a man starved,” he continued, kissing your stomach, your abdomen, laying one small peck on the fabric covering your belly button.

“Hoseok,” you whined, feeling his hands around your hips.

He stopped brusquely, his body entirely leaving yours. “Now, now, sweetie. What did you just call me?”

You batted your lashes as you stared at him in confusion. “Hoseok.”

“Okay. If you want to have sex with me, honey, that name will not do.”

You stared at him some more.

“I’m Sir,” he affirmed sternly. “The moment you get wet between your legs, I become Sir to you, understood?”

You nodded quickly, breath and brain completely stolen out of you.

“No nodding, my cute berry. Either ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. Let’s try again. Is it clear what you must call me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grinned and kissed your belly again, just a bit lower. “That’s excellent. Well done, ____.”

You smiled and placed your hands on his hair, feeling the soft locks as he looked up at you.

He growled at that, your fingers naturally curling in fists as you brought them to your chest. “A very good girl indeed.”

You propped yourself up to your elbows once he lifted the skirt of your dress.

He could barely believe you. “Goodness.”

“At first I thought my dress was stuck on my underwear when you called me strawberry.”

Under the cutest, loveliest, most girlish dress he had ever seen, he was met by another adorable surprise. You were wearing a playful pair of ruffled panties in gingham print, with a small strawberry embroidered on your mound.

“You’re going to kill me,” he moaned, eyes closing before he dipped his head between your legs, studying the patch of wetness on the gusset of your panties, drawing a line from there to your clit, eliciting a moan. “You’re so sweet. And so evil at the same time.” He bit your inner thigh, making you wince. “Can’t believe that song predicted you on my carpet.”

You giggled and arched your hips against his face, your wetness meeting his cheek lewdly.

He inhaled you, completely intoxicated before he came back up, his arms caging your head. “You really rubbed yourself against my face, honey?” He asked with a stone cold expression.

You were afraid again, but that didn’t keep you pussy from clenching around nothing.

“Yes, Sir.” You replied, the respect in your voice nothing but a taunt.

“If you make a mess you gotta clean it, sweetie. Understood?” He asked, grabbing your face and angling his cheek to your mouth. “Clean it.”

“Please, Sir,” you mewled, trying to push your crotch against him, crying out once you noticed his body was too far away for you to find something to grind against.

“Clean after yourself. Now.”

You did as he told you, feeling the salty, bitter tang of your arousal transfer from his smooth skin to your tongue.

“All of it,” he muttered once you stopped after the first lick.

You completed your task, his pelvis lowering to yours as a reward. “There you go. Now thank me.”

Your arms moved around his torso, trying to get him closer, just to brush your chest against the soft, smooth satin of his shirt.

“I said, thank me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You felt him cave immediately, giving you his hard and lithe body against your chest, your crotch, right in your arms as your legs wrapped around him. You felt crazy, grinding against him like a teenager, ridiculously reminded of how you used to go off by humping a pillow. “Please, inside,” you wailed, your sigh hitting his chest and disappearing underneath his shirt. Once you inhaled, his cologne felt like a bruising kiss, your hips meeting his harder, faster.

“You like my perfume?”

You nodded furiously.

Not again. He violently separated himself from you. “What did I tell you about replies?” He scolded you.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You looked down with repentance. “I like your perfume very much, Sir.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Now, after I praise you, thank me.” He pushed your dress up as his hand dragged heavily from your crotch to your throat.

“Thank you, Sir,” you replied obediently, watching as he got on his knees and tugged his trousers down, the white boxers underneath surprising you as they outlined his length perfectly.

“You want it out?” He asked, watching as you sat up straighter and licked your lips.

You were almost ready to nod when you caught yourself, Hoseok smiling proudly once he saw you correct your behaviour. “I want it out, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

He lowered his underwear too, his cock standing erect immediately, it fluttered even straighter once you kept looking, your hands touching your breasts needily.

Hoseok stretched to the coffee table, grabbing a condom and tearing the foil open, sliding the latex on quickly and firmly.

“My cute berry, I need you to be very careful about this. You know what a safeword is?”

You shook your head. “No, Sir.”

He momentarily covered himself, needing to get all your focus on his words. “Safewords are what you use to communicate with your partner in a BDSM scene. A safeword means that you don’t like what is going on and you want to slow down or stop. We will use the traffic lights system. If you say ‘yellow’, I will slow down, if you say ‘red’, I will let go of you entirely and help you recover from whatever it was that hurt you, mentally, emotionally or physically. On the other hand, ‘green’ means that you’re okay and you are ready to get back into the scene after a ‘yellow’. If I ask you your colour, you reply with those. All clear?”

“All clear, Sir.”

He grinned proudly. “Then explain to me how it works.”

“If I want to slow down, I call ‘yellow’. If I want to stop, I call ‘red’. If I’m all good, I call ‘green’ — Sir.” You added for good measure, knowing that one too many wouldn’t hurt for sure.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled as he looked in your eyes. He knew he would remember you forever, even if he never developed any feelings for you. You were by far the most unique woman he’d ever had under him so far.

For a second he observed your cute, frilly undies, wondering if he wanted them off.

No. 

He took his cock out of his underwear, letting the waistbands of his trousers and boxers rest on his mid-thigh.

“Wanna keep these pretty panties on.” He murmured once he laid on top of you. “Tell me if the elastic band hurts you.” He said, moving the gusset aside and testing your wetness with his fingers, spreading the slickness over your folds. “So fucking soft. Dammit. Can't wait.”

He dipped his head against your neck. “You want it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You placed your hands on the small of his back, his eyes closing as he relished in your touch.

“Beg for it.” He murmured, dragging the tip up and down your slit.

You rolled your eyes. “No, Sir.”

“You won't beg?” He asked, looking at you.

You pouted. “Why do you want me to beg?” You asked with a frown.

“I need to know you want me, my sweet berry,” he pouted back. He touched your face giving you a few kisses to convince you. “I want to hear your sweet voice saying 'please', just one more time,” he whispered, feeling merciful, especially after all the ways he had already pushed you.

Your will bent to his. “Please.”

And just like that, his tip entered your warm, tight cunt, a moan exiting his mouth. “Yes, yes, ____. Yes, baby,” he groaned, at which you responded with a mewl.

“Hobi…” You cried, squeezing around him once he bottomed out.

“Don't make me punish you,” he murmured, exhaling raspily. “You've been such a good girl. Don't get naughty.”

“Sir, please.”

He started snapping his hips out, slowly, then in again, one inch at a time, so deep and slow, over and over. “Yes, baby. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels too good, Sir, I'm…”

He hummed in pleasure, feeling the skin of your neck under his lips. “Too good. My berry, you're so tiny and tight.” His hips trusted in quickly and unexpectedly.

“Holy… Sir, please, again, please.” You squealed, feeling his thumb slide your panties further aside to reach your clit.

He breathed out with effort against your ear as your mouth reached his earlobe. “Fuck, not there, Berry. Not there,” he said, tugging his ear out of your mouth.

“But Sir—,” you tried objecting before his pace became irresistible. While one hand reached the crown of his hair, holding him against you, the other one met his glute, your nails sinking in his flesh. Your breath started coming in short hiccups, leading you to your climax as he outright hammered into you, his back curved away while his forehead stayed glued to your neck.

“Am I fucking you right, ____? Is it good enough for my golden girl?” He growled once he felt you tightening around him more intensely, with longer squeezes.

“It's perfect, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you reacted readily, shaking your head as pleasure started overpowering you, trying not to hurt him.

“Cum, my sweet berry. Show me.”

The hiccups of your breathing started turning in tiny whimpers, then squeals.

You were ready to bury your head in the ground and never come back because you knew what would come next.

The squeals turned into an uncontrolled cascade of giggles. Giggles.

Hoseok picked his head up at the curious sound, only to see your palm covering your mouth in an attempt to bottle the stupid reaction.

Hoseok smiled through gritted teeth, going faster, harder, deeper now that he understood that the sweet gurgling laugh was due to your orgasm peaking.

He pinned your hand away from your face, basking in the desperate joy of your bliss before he felt himself ready to blow.

“I'm gonna slide out now,” he warned, making sure that your high had faded and your body laid limp and drained underneath him.

Your body relaxed against the carpet, your eyes closed, your lungs still working hysterically to give you back some oxygen after the ruthless fit of giggles. You whimpered once you felt him pull out.

“Look at me, honey,” he called, making you prop your upper back on your elbows as you looked down, only to be met by the sight of Hoseok slipping off the condom. “Let me cum on your cute panties, mh? Can I? I promise I'm clean, I can show you the—”

“Do it,” you replied, giving him official permission.

“Really?”

“Really— I mean, yes, Sir.”

He smirked and started pumping himself furiously, his expression frantic as his tip pressed to your mound and he came apart, his hot seed drenching the red and white cotton, an animalistic growl making his whole chest shake.

You welcomed him in your arms once he collapsed on top of you, right hand smeared in slickness. “I’m gonna call you Giggles.” He said, kissing your mole, the precise spot where he could feel your blood run underneath the skin, the hollow just under your earlobe. “It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

You felt your whole body blush. “It’s so stupid but I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t stop it, it’s adorable.” He sniffed at your hair, “you still smell like strawberries.”

“Must be my shampoo.”

“Fuck. So good.” He sniffed some more. “I thought it would kill me earlier, by the fridge.”

“I thought you would kill me.” You said, feeling his neck with your lips. “Your perfume might be aphrodisiac.”

“You’re too tempting.” He chuckled. “I might need another round.”

“I can’t believe you actually fucked me on your living room carpet.” You said, combing his hair as he still regained his energies.

“Aren’t you happy?” He asked, suddenly panicked.

“No, I mean. I’m… I’m really happy. I’m just… incredulous that this is happening to me.” You replied with a surprised laugh.

“Maybe I should give it another go to make sure you actually understand what’s happening.”

“Would you mind helping me understand on the dinner table?” You batted your lashes cutely and paired that with an angelic smile.

“Are you even real?” He touched your face with his clean hand, giving you an inquisitive look. “You appear, all cute and innocent and then you want me to get you all dirty and filthy?”

Your smile widened. “The other ones were a bit scared by this side of me.”

“I won’t be scared of your needs, Giggles.”

You blushed again and hid your face.

“No hiding,” he reprimanded before rolling on his side, leaving you some room to obey the orders he was about to give you. “Keep giving me those sweet giggles,” he said, tracing your belly with his fingertips before trying to tickle you.

The effect was immediate. You clenched your legs and slapped his hands away from you, the torturing sound parting from your lips in a series of childlike gurgles. “Stop! I’m gonna mess up!” You screamed, trying not to stain your dress or the carpet. “No! No! Wait! Yellow!”

At that he took his hands off you immediately, your body laying on your back breathless.

“You good, Giggles?” He asked, voice drenched with worry.

You nodded, still panting.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He questioned, watching you move your head in confirmation.

“Okay.” He looked at your dress, trying to find a zipper. “Should I—”

“Start with my underwear, please?” You asked, your breath laboured due to arousal rather than exhaustion.

He nodded and licked his lips as he slowly tugged your panties down, careful about keeping his release from touching the carpet or your legs. Once the garment unhooked from your ankles, he folded it carefully to keep the wet fabric tucked in.

“Kneel, Giggles.”

You followed his command blindly, watching as your hands slid up under your skirt and tugged your dress up, his palms meeting your ribs and dragging the fabric upwards, past your breasts, then up against your armpits and backwards to your shoulder-blades, slipping the the neckline past your head.

Dress off, he let it fall distractedly to the floor, his eyes going from your face, to your hair, to your nipples — sinfully rosy — following the line leading from your breastbone to your belly button. He kissed the first piece of skin that met his lips, someplace where his heartbeat felt like a drum, like the bass coming from an old boom box. It was so comforting in a way he barely understood.

He needed room to think. “Get on the table.” His voice was once more stern and distant, especially once you watched him grab the opened foil containing the tied up condom, then stand up and leave.

You followed his direction nonetheless, standing awkwardly by the table, watching the cake and stealing a strawberry since the orgasm had awakened a certain sweet tooth in you. You dipped the strawberry in cream and brought it to your lips, relaxing just a little after you heard the water run in the kitchen.

He was probably washing his hands.

You took you time licking up the cream, only to start chomping down on the incredibly large fruit right after. That’s when Hoseok appeared.

He was shirtless now, the garment dangling from his spindly fingers before he laid it neatly against the back of the couch. You stopped mid-bite.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt your snack, go on, honey.” He licked his lips and gave you a steamy look before going to the table and pocketing the condoms left. “Is it good?” He asked, walking to stand right in front of you.

You felt slightly unnerved as he seemed completely indifferent to your naked body.

“Sit on the table,” he ordered

You frowned and hesitated.

At that, he let his hands hover over your hips. “Shall I help you with it?” He asked, giving you the chance to avoid his touch before laying his fingertips delicately on your skin. “Gimme a colour, Giggles.”

“Maybe yellow.” You bit your lip, insecurity getting the best of you.

He moved his hands to your face, suddenly turning comforting. “Quick tip, my pretty berry.” He caressed your face in a way that made you feel way too at ease. “If it’s a ‘maybe yellow’, then it’s a yellow. How can I help you, ____?”

Your real name made you come down to earth. You shook your head and looked away, Hoseok suddenly scared of having gone too far.

“I’m not comfortable with the way I let you control me, maybe.” Which was not entirely true. You were not comfortable with the way you craved his control after spending maybe four hours with him — including the afternoon he entered the vet studio with Mickey in his arms and a hopeless, lost look on his face.

“It’s all up to you, ____. I know it’s a cliché thing to say, but the answer is really within yourself. I can’t make you more comfortable with how you feel,” he said, still not even considering your nakedness in front of him.

In such a moment his indifference was welcome.

You looked down, your hands disappearing into your hair. Maybe this was the only night you were granted. Did you really want it to end already?

He did not touch you as you mulled over every option.

“I’m… I’m not— We’re technically strangers, I shouldn’t be trusting you like this, you shouldn’t be trusting me like this either, I mean this is all so— all so twisted and wicked and fast and—”

Hoseok was ready for reality to slap him across the face. He was ready for your regrets and you walking to your dress on the floor and cursing your messed up panties which you most definitely could not wear to go back home. He was ready for you to call what you did a mistake and say that there was no way for a woman like you to be with a man like him.

“My mind tells me I shouldn’t, but I want it so much.”

He lifted his eyes from the floor, finally finding the courage to meet yours.

“I’m sorry, that’s not true. I’m comfortable with the way you control me.” Slowly you took a step back, your ass meeting the surface of the table. “I’m just questioning what that means to me.”

He nodded. It explained a lot about your innocent, greedy approach to sex. You were exploring and you had found something you didn’t expect to even remotely consider.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and sat on the table. “No, Sir.”

His eyebrows shot up before he regained his composure. “Colour.”

You allowed yourself to stare at his chest. He was so well-built. Harmonious. He looked like a painting. “Green. Very deep, dark green. Sir.”

He took a step closer. “Green?”

“Forest green. As green as a clover.” You felt his hand on your belly, dragging against your skin all the way to your throat, pushing you down as you lowered yourself on your elbows.

“If you feel uncomfortable emotionally or mentally speaking, you call a yellow. Please, promise me you’ll be very careful about it, Giggles. I care about your mindspace. It means everything to me.”

“I promise, Sir.”

He removed his hand from your throat and placed it against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss on your lips once he bent over you. “You’re talking to Hoseok right now, ____. Promise me you’ll keep an eye on how your mind’s doing. Promise it.”

You kissed him back, closing your eyes once his tongue caressed and molded against yours. Breathless, you parted from him. “I promise, Hobi.”

“I don’t want you to regret anything about tonight. It would break my heart, okay?”

Your eyes widened in surprise before you nodded. “I’ll take care. I promise.”

“Good girl. Now stay right there, lovely. Look what I got for you.” He found the cake, placed carefully away from your laying body. Skillfully, he dipped a strawberry in cream and brought it to your lips, dragging the tip of the fruit across them like lipstick.

He bent down and licked a fat stripe following the seam of your mouth, only to repeat the gesture once more; however, this time you let your tongue lash out and tangle up with his, the strawberry held away from you, trying not to catch it in your hair.

“Open up,” he commanded, pushing the treat past your lips, into your eager mouth. “Suck. Now.”

Your gaze became bubbly once more as you followed his lead, your cheeks sucked in at the pressure you were making with your mouth, the strawberry emerging completely clean from your mouth.

He smirked at the sigh, arching an eyebrow at the result. “You make it hard not to push my cock in your mouth.”

“Maybe that’s what I want you to do.” You raised an eyebrow right back at him, getting cocky.

“Not happening. I wanna hear that laugh again, Giggles.” Tentatively, he gave a small slap to your breast, surprising you and making you arch your back, gasping in pleasure. Your legs tightened around him, trying to clench your thighs shut at the feeling of arousal slipping out of your hole and sliding down to your behind. “And don’t you dare be a brat to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Your voice was squeaky once you managed to reply.

“Did you like it, Giggles?”

The treacherous sound escaped your mouth once more as you nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

You wondered if you would ever get tired at the reply. You doubted it very highly.

“Let’s see if you like this too,” he mused before pouring more champagne in a glass and dipping the strawberry in the wine. He fixed his stance between your legs. “Remember our safewords?”

You confirmed before he lifted the strawberry and let a droplet fall right in the middle of your chest, splashing heavy and wet on your skin. Cold too.

“I’m going to make you my dessert, my pretty strawberry. Remember? Strawberries go well with champagne, lovely.”

He let one more drop fall to your breast, your breath stopping completely at the coldness, Hoseok’s eyes amused at the sight of your nipple awakening and hardening, lengthening even. It became impossibly rosier as another drop fell.

It felt stupid not to repeat the same treatment to your other nipple, which responded twice as quickly now that arousal was abundantly flowing through every single inch of you.

The strawberry drew a neat line of champagne pearls from your belly, which you sucked in at the cold, all the way up to your neck — a line that Hoseok followed with his mouth, letting his tongue stretch out of the way whenever a droplet rolled out of place.

He let the strawberry fall into the glass, extracting the condoms from his pocket and placing them on the table before taking off the rest of his clothes. He tugged at himself a couple times, getting hard enough to wear a condom.

His hands were going to get dirty, therefore he had no other options than getting ready very quickly.

“Giggles?”

“Yes? I mean, yes, Sir?” You corrected yourself in a millisecond, not wanting to risk another delay in your pleasure.

“I’m going to get really dirty now, lovely. Would you be okay with showering here?”

You let your lashes flutter a few times before nodding.

He gave a curt nod in reply before wearing protection and letting his cock rub against your crotch. His body stretched over yours, his thumb collecting a dollop of cream and dividing it with his other thumb. You observed his movements attentively as his clean fingers laid against the side of your breasts and his thumbs landed on your nipples.

Your mouth opened silently once the sensation flowed in, his digits starting a rolling motion over your peaks, playing them in small circles that innocently reminded you of a joystick.

“Colour.”

“So, so green. Can I have a blue for mind blowing good.” You tried to pick your head up, letting it thud back down once his cock dragged perfectly against your clit, eliciting a purr from your throat and a groan from his, his sex perfectly sandwiched between your and his belly.

“Blue— I— ” He talked in small babbles and hiccups. “I get what you— ah— what you mean.” His forehead met your collarbone.

He found unspeakable strength and managed to rise from your breasts, collecting half a handful of cream spreading it over his entire palms and fingers like lotion before grabbing your breasts and kneading them, his hands dwarfing them entirely.

“Sir, please, I need your cock,” you found yourself ridiculously begging, ready to hump anything that met your core.

“Slip it in for me, Giggles.”

The moment he got inside, you didn’t even try to keep it down, riding him no matter the difficult position or the awkward angle. You let your hands scratch down his chest and grip his arms — and he allowed you.

You were getting more and more unhinged and he wanted to see every little detail, every little second, every single step that brought you to bliss and ruination, giggling like you’d never been half as ecstatic in your life. His hands slipped and groped your gentle curves, his mind growing hazier by the second.

All his control came back once he noticed your legs leaving the ground, as you scooted back just by a few inches, your calves latching behind his back before you shook your head.

“What?” He asked, bending his arms to get closer to you.

“Position. It’s…” The soles of your feet met the edge of the table, your hands securing your legs in position before you felt your hips hurt.

“Bend them to your shoulders,” he suggested, helping you fix your knees with his elbows. “Good. Can you touch yourself for me, Giggles.”

You obeyed without even replying, feeling him groan as the new position allowed him to reach deeper and rub your g-spot in the process.

That’s when the squealing started. And then there it was, pleasure. Right before you.

“Give me all the giggles, my sweet berry,” he cooed, nodding and smiling once the soft laugh started.

He let himself grow wild, his fingers sliding to your neck, gripping it gently before he led them against your chin and into your mouth, bathing your tongue in cream — or rather, what was left of it.

The other hand secured your waist, using it for leverage as he rammed into you, pushing his cock in your cunt, constricting it after the muscles remained tense after the orgasm.

This time he came inside you, still covered in latex, but inside you.

He was too fucked out to think of how you would feel without a condom, too fucked out to care that he was pressing his mouth — fuck, his entire face — against your dirty chest, getting his hair sticky with cream, his cheeks and chin and nose and eyes and forehead… His mouth welcomed the sweetness, sucking at your skin before his tongue came out to lap at the sugary mess. He was too lost to care, sinking deep and staying perfectly still as he enjoyed every second of his high inside your most intimate place.

You came to your senses just in time to watch him process the situation he was in.

“Oh, hell.” He rose from the table, standing up, looking at you, at his hands, running the back of them against his cheeks before shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter.” He settled down again, your legs wrapping around him.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, rubbing your palm against his spine.

He hummed in confirmation. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” You mussed up the hair at his nape.

He licked up your nipple, catching it with his lips and suctioning it into his mouth.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the cuddles. From the exhaustion radiating from his body and the overall disaster you both were, you knew your night was over.

“Can I go clean up please? It’s getting chilly.” You asked, using the excuse to get some space to yourself.

He stood slowly, slipping out of you attentively. He took off the condom, completely lost in his silence, knotted it up and kept it carefully between his fingers as he slipped on his underwear. “Let me show you the bathroom.”

Once he showed you the way, you let him understand you didn’t want him to shower with you.

Feeling the scent of his body wash cover your skin was painful now. You tried to indent the name in your mind and hoped it wasn’t too expensive. Once you managed to exit the shower stall, you dabbed your body dry, realising too late that you hadn’t brought your dress with you.

You wrapped the towel around you and opened the door, walking out once you were sure you wouldn’t drip over the floor.

“Hoseok?” You called.

Once you reached the living room, you found your dress, slipping it on and realising a second too late that your panties had disappeared.

“Giggles?” Hoseok appeared from the corridor, still shirtless, with a pair of bermuda on.

“Uhm… I should… Go, I guess?” You said, staring at the floor awkwardly. “I…”

Hoseok felt fear grip him once he thought this could be the last time he would see you.

“Wait. I—” He stretched his hand toward you. “I think— Uhm, underwear. Since I messed up yours.” He rubbed his nape. “I could wash your… panties and return them to you… Next Friday?” He looked up at you with a sheepish smile. “Over fried chicken and a chill dress code?”

Your cheeks shot up as you felt yourself smile. “So this is not a one time thing?”

“Absolutely not.”

You nodded, increasingly convinced.

You gingerly wore his boxers, noticing they were relatively comfortable on you, the cotton breezy and light, definitely soft over your abused skin. “Then I’ll return these on Friday. Over fried chicken and chill dress code. And maybe my peach frilly undies?”

“It’s a deal then, Giggles.”

“Deal.”

#jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x yn #hoseok smut #jhope smut #thetruthuntoldnet #houseofddaeng #bangtansorciere #thebtswritersclub

[silkling]

Could you please write another “Sierra joins Team Prime” fic? I loved the first one, I’d really like to sea Sierra meet the rest of Team Prime and talk with Jack, Mimi, and Raf.

YES!!!! I would be very happy to! I have ideas for Smokescreen and Sierra shenanigans! Smokescreen is basically a giant puppy because he tries very hard and only wants to make people happy and he doesn’t have the necessary life experience to understand why the things he’s doing may not be the best. But he tries!!! And I love him. :D

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There was a white, blue, and red sports car parked outside the school when Sierra stepped out from the doors. She stopped for a second when she saw it, before she managed to get over her shock and walked over to it. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, she mused. Jack, Esquivel, and Nakadai did get picked up by their guardians everyday. It made sense too, if she thought about it further.

She came up to Smokescreen, running the tips of her fingers along his hood. She was about to call a greeting when she heard someone behind her.

“Smoke- I mean, Sierra, hi!” It was Jack.

She turned to face him, smiling. “Hi Jack.” she greeted. “Is there something you want?”

Jack was shifting. “Uh, no? I mean, yes. I think that car is here for me?”

“So you own a motorcycle and a sports car now, do you? I didn’t know working at KO burger paid enough to earn that much extra cash.” she said dryly. She could see both Esquivel and Nakadai hovering nearby, obviously listening in. They were probably worried she was close to learning their secret.

“No, I mean, it’s not? Not mine, I mean.” Jack fumbled as he spoke.

Oh, poor boy. She could see his brain working in overtime trying to produce a good excuse. She supposed it didn’t help that he still had that crush on her. She’d noticed. Of course she had. She wasn’t blind, thank you very much.

Sierra decided to be merciful. “Actually, Jack, this is my ride. I’m sure your motorcycle will be here soon, though.” she said cheerfully. Then she turned, smoothing a hand over her partner’s hood. “Hey, Smokescreen. Thanks for coming to get me. Do you mind if I get in?” She knew she had to anyway, but it always paid to ask first. Besides, it was only polite to make sure the giant robot you were about to hitch a ride with was okay with you climbing inside them.

“Sure!” The young bot answered. His voice was quiet, but still cheery.

His driver’s door popped open partway, and she pulled it open enough to climb inside. It closed after her, and once she buckled herself in she looked up to see Jack and his two friends gaping at her. She smiled at them, lifting her hand in a wave, and then Smokescreen was backing out of the parking space and driving off. They got further away from the school, and then both of them broke into laughter.

“Oh, the looks on their faces!” Smokescreen gasped, delighted. “Sierra, Sierra that was amazing. Oh Primus Sierra you should have seen how they reacted when you called my name. I’m never going to forget it.” he sounded so giddy. It was adorable.

Sierra giggled, a hand curled over her mouth. “I wish I did, but their faces as you drove off will have to do. God, Smokescreen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teenage boy look that confused by something that wasn’t the opposite sex.” she said, very delighted. Just because she had manners didn’t mean she didn’t like having fun, after all.

Smokescreen made a sound that couldn’t be described as anything other than a giggle. “I really don’t know what that means. But I think I get the idea. Did you see Miko? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her speechless before.”

She smiled, patting his wheel. “I did. I don’t know her as well as you but from what I’ve seen of her I’d have to agree with your sentiment.” she said lightly.

She glanced up to see they were coming up to the base. Mentally, she planned what she’d need to do this evening. She had homework to complete, and she needed to do it because she refused to fall behind in any of her classes. She didn’t care that she was now privy to America’s greatest secret, she had a GPA to maintain and no giant alien robot war was going to stop her. But, after she did her homework, she fully intended to relax and have fun. She was, after all, partnered to a giant alien robot. She had to take advantage of that.

When Smokescreen pulled up into base and popped open his door, she grabbed her back and slid out. “Thanks for the ride, big guy!” She said brightly.

Smokescreen transformed, rising to his full height. “It was my pleasure!” he chirped, his winglets–or doorwings, as he’d told her they were called–wriggling at his back.

Sierra smiled, and was about to say something else when she heard engines, and then Jack came in on his motorcycle, shortly followed by a green SUV and a yellow sports car. The other humans disembarked, and the three other bots transformed. Sierra smiled, waving. She’d met them the night she’d been introduced to all of this, after Agent Fowler had gotten her up to speed on everything. She liked Bumblebee. He was sweet. It made her determined to at least try and learn to understand him.

“So what’s the deal, huh?” Miko demanded, looking irritated and ready to storm over. “This was supposed to be just our thing! How’d you find out about it?”

Sierra snorted, and turned to Smokescreen to find he was already crouching and offering her his palm. She smiled, stepping up and gratefully letting him transfer her to his shoulder. It seemed he liked having her close just as much as she liked being up here. It was cute. He was a sweet bot.

“Calm now, Nakadai.” she said dryly.

“It’s Miko!”

“Fine. Miko.” Sierra rolled her eyes. “I found out because Starscream decided to try and abduct me. Apparently, the Decepticons have been watching you three and have learned that I mean something to Jack. They thought they could use me against you.” She said, directing the last part towards the boy in question.

Jack looked stricken, his face paling and his eyesight blowing wide. “Oh hell, Sierra, I’m so-“

“Save it.” she cut him off. “I’m not mad. It would be wrong to say you’re not allowed to have friends beyond Miko and Esquivel just because you know a secret like this.” he said, making a vague gesture around her.

“Um, you can just call me Raf. Or Raphael. Whatever you prefer.” Esquivel said, sounding a little awkward.

Sierra shot him a warm smile, then turned her attention back to the still irritated Miko. “Anyway, Starscream was about to grab me when Smokescreen stopped him.” she said. “He got me out of there, brought me back here, and now I guess I’m part of this, too.” he shrugged.

Miko huffed, obviously still annoyed that the secret was even a little less exclusive now. Still, she made no more arguments, instead walking to the small deck Smokescreen had described as the “human entertainment nook” and firing up the TV. Raphael stared, looking back and forth between the two girls before sighing and going up to join her. He sat on a separate seat, pulling out his computer and settling back. Jack stared at Sierra, then sagged and sighed.

“I am sorry.” he said after a moment. “But I am glad you’re alright too, and that you’re here. Welcome to the team, Sierra.” he said, then quickly went up to sit next to Miko.

Sierra snorted, arching a brow and glancing at Smokescreen. “I’d say that went quite well, wouldn’t you?”

Her partner snickered, his doorwings fluttering, and even Arcee chuckled as she went off to do…whatever she did in her spare time. Bulkhead looked incredibly awkward and sheepish, shooting Sierra an apologetic look as he moved further into the base. Bumblebee, for his part, just buzzed his amusement and went to sit on the ground by the entertainment hook.

Sierra hummed, then shared one last look with Smokescreen before she settled further on his shoulder and pulled her bag off her shoulder.

‘Well,’ she thought. ‘Time to get to work.’

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Sierra had just finished her homework and was settling down on the couch to read her novel when Smokescreen returned. He’d gone out at some point in the past hour, leaving her in what she’d decided to simply call the Nook, and gone off to do…something. Currently, Raphael was up on a higher platform doing something with the computers, Miko was in another room playing her guitar with Bulkhead, and Jack was curled on the Nook’s armchair watching TV. As far as she could tell, Arcee was off doing…her things, Bumblebee had gone out for a patrol, and Optimus was with Fowler, trying to deal with something. Ratchet was working quietly with Raphael. It was peaceful.

And then Smokescreen came back, and it caught Sierra’s attention because he was walking. He held his hands cupped in a sphere in front of his chest, padding over to the Nook and beaming. Immediately, Sierra started getting a feeling in her gut that Something Was Up.

“Sierra!” her partner greeted cheerfully. His doorwings flapped. “I remember you were telling me about your research for school, about the local wild animals, and I thought I’d help!”

‘Oh no.’

“Help.” Sierra said carefully. “I see. Help how?”

Smokescreen looked like he was going to say something, but then-

“BLAAAAAAAAA!”

Sierra froze. Jack froze. Raphael froze. Ratchet froze and turned to face the scene very, very slowly. The look in his eyes promised doom and destruction. No one said anything.

“Smokescreen.” Sierra said slowly. “Please don’t tell me you caught a wild goat for me.”

The adorable, idiotic giant robot tilted his head. His right doorwing twitched once. “I didn’t? I caught that sheep thing you mentioned.”

“You caught a desert bighorn sheep.”

“Yeah, that’s the one!”

“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“Smokescreen, put it back.”

“What? Why?” And bless him, he looked so confused.

Sierra could see Ratchet losing his patience. She had to diffuse this, fast. “Because it’s very cruel to take a wild animal from its home. It’s terrified, Smokescreen. I can finish my research with stuff from the library. I don’t need an actual bighorn sheep. I wouldn’t know what to do with it. Please put it back.”

Smokescreen blinked. “Oh.” he paused. “I guess I shouldn’t bring you that owl you really like, in that case?”

And oh no, he sounded so sad. The poor bot just wanted to make her happy. Oh, oh no. She couldn’t be mad at this. He was trying so hard and she couldn’t fault him for genuinely not knowing any better. He hadn’t been here for years and years like the other bots had. God, he was just excited the have a friend, wasn’t he? It was almost like he didn’t have the type of social connections he so clearly craved with the rest of Team Prime.

‘I will find who hurt him and I will destroy them.’ she vowed to herself. ‘It is going to be slow and painful, and I will make the devil himself fear my fury.’

“Probably not.” she agreed, her expression and tone gentle and kind, showing nothing of how she actually felt. “But how about you can come and get me and bring me to it if you ever see an animal you think I’ll like?” she offered. “And if you know I’m busy, I’ll never say no to a picture.” she gave him a warm grin. “Now, how about you and I both go put that back, and I’ll even tell you more about that species on the way?”

“BLAAAAAA!”

It seemed the sheep agreed.

“Alright.” Smokescreen said, sounding faintly embarrassed.

Sierra put her book down, then took the Nook’s stairs to the floor and looked up at her partner. He set the sheep down and transformed, then popped open his backseat door. Before she sheep could bolt, Sierra scared it back towards her partner and herded it to jump into his backseat. The door slammed shut, and Sierra hopped in to the open driver’s seat. Then, they were driving out of the base.

In the rear view mirror, Sierra could see the shock on Ratchet’s face. Almost like he hadn’t expected her to fix the situation the way she had. It made something angry curl in her gut, as she remembered how tired and resigned her partner had sounded that first day when Ratchet had been scolding him over the comm. line. It made her wonder how the bots usually dealt with Smokescreen making mistakes. She hoped it wasn’t just yelling and berating him.

Sierra sighed, forcing those thoughts to the back of her mind, and refocusing on her partner. “So.” she said. “How’d you even catch it, anyway?”

“Oh that? It was pretty easy, actually. I accidentally scared it off a cliff and I caught it before it could fall.” he said cheerfully.

‘Huh. That’d work.’

“Well, thank you very much for bringing it to show me, Smokescreen. I appreciate the thought and the gesture.” she said.

“You do?”

“Of course! You saw something you thought I’d like and you brought it back for me. That makes me happy. Just, please. No more animals, okay? I won’t say no to plants and flowers, if you really want to bring me something. No cacti, though.” she told him.

She could practically feel him brightening now that he knew what he could bring her instead. “Alright!”

“Now, let’s get this guy home. I’m sure it’ll be very happy to be back where it belongs.” she looked back at the terrified sheep huddled on the backseat. “Right, fella?”

“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

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And there it is! I know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but there was some of Sierra talking with the others! The idea with the sheep just wouldn’t leave my head though so I had to. I just did. I hope you liked it!

This ‘verse is fun. I like it. But for now, back to my other work!

Until next time, friends!

#silkling request fics #request fic #tfp #transformers prime #tfp sierra #tfp smokescreen #Sierra joins Team Prime #smokescreen is her partner #she loves him #he means well but hes very inexperienced #he’s a puppy #I love him #smokescreen #maccadam

[grand-galvatron]

💝

Starscream: I want nothing but the best for my Optima, my Spark cannot stop screaming for her own. To stare into those deep ocean blue optics, I'd love to get lost in them forever. I've sometimes looked back at my memories of the Prime and repeat them on loop in my sleep. I just cannot get enough of her. Optima, I could sing her praises forever, she's too perfect, the perfection that works so much with my own grace. A part of me knows Primus had an involvement for the both of us to get together, but I want nothing but the best for her. Our children are so perfect, and it melts my Spark every time Optima gets so affectionate with them, which is all of the time. I do the same as well, and I hope that melts her own Spark. We still find a lot of time to ourselves, to remember how and why we're in love. Nothing's ever caused me to doubt her.

SG Starscream: I wished there was more I could do for Nemesisa. To save her from the dark fate she befell into. Even though the war is over, I miss her. Everyone remembers her for being the dark Empress of Destruction, but I saw that tiny piece of the true self when we met, just the both of us. A part of me still cannot forgive Megatron, even though what he did brought peace to Cybertron. Now that I live this peaceful life, I sometimes dream of her, being restored from the corruption of the Matrix. Maybe its because my new apprentice reminds me of her.

Roller: I wished I could hug her and put all the pieces back together. Optima deserves nothing but the best. I love her so much, it breaks my Spark that she thinks herself as unworthy for anyone's love. I'll never stop loving her, reminding her that she means so much to me and everyone else. Bumblebee's helped a lot making sure we'd have special private meetings to ensure I get to ensure she feels loved. I wonder if my height intimidates her because she looks so small compared to me. I'd like to go around planets someday, explore the galaxy with the war over.

Chromium: When I was a Decepticon, everyone spoke to me of how dangerous Optima is. That she's a reckless killer who cares for no one but herself. But, when I fled for the Autobot base, I've felt so safe in Optima's embrace. When she became a Predacon, it made me love her more. She's powerful, a fierce being, but without that transformation, I've never would have found the strength to confess to her, but she'd learn to tell the truth to me as well. I find it charming whenever I wake up on a pile of treasure, with her curled around me. It does annoy the others, but I love being treated as a jewel. Doesn't make me feel like a freak as I used to believe.

[lets-try-some-writing]

If you could mix transformers universes what would you do

Hm. Well honestly that is a question that would require a bit of thought to answer well. But off of the top of my head I feel like bayverse and tfp could mix well due to the relatively similar personalities of the bots involved. Or better yet, G1 and Animated due to the ties between the two.

In tfa the G1 war is a canon thing that happened (at least I am pretty sure), meaning it would be quite easy to swap around a little lore and make everything work out well.

G1 & TFA Lore Mix

It wouldn't be hard to drop G1 Optimus in there and throw him into the plot as an ancient war hero who fought for the Autobots. He would have the Matrix and be a true Prime, an actual herald of Primus during the early years of the war. Whatever his origin story, him and Megatron would hate each other but have this odd Perry the platypus and Dr. Doofenshmirtz like relationship to keep with the fun G1 feel. But sooner or later Optimus would start becoming a threat to the Autobot high council and eventually he would see the corruption. At some point during the height of the war when the council believed themselves near victory, they would try to get rid of him due to his too good morality getting the way of their goals. At some point Optimus would disappear without a peep, prompting intense backlash from Autobots and Decepticons alike.

Megatron and his Decepticons, while still not fond of Optimus, respected him greatly and would lash out, knowing that most likely the Prime had been killed. And Optimus's most loyal Autobots would rebel but ultimately find themselves slowly being picked off and mind wiped or sent out to dead-end positions where they would have no influence. The council would rewrite the story of Optimus Prime, turning him into a fairy tale figure, a made up story of loyalty and bravery to the Autobot cause for young sparklings. And with time, Optimus Prime would fade into obscurity outside of the imaginations of sparklings, his legacy quietly removed and his records and assets destroyed.

Optimus's young son Bumblebee would be put into stasis, too small to remember just about anything in regards to his Creator. He would only be woken vorns upon vorns later when not a spark would remember his lineage, at which point he would be drafted into boot camp. All of Optimus's old comrades save Ratchet, Kup, and a few others would be... removed, new sparklings being given their names to make up for the loss. Ratchet and the few that remained would be blackmailed into remaining silent, their skills too useful to be lost and their disappearances being far too suspicious to be acted upon. Ultra Magnus hoping to save at least some of the legacy of his old commander and Prime, would take control of the Autobots as best as he was able. He would try to stop the implementation of the title of Prime as a military rank to no avail and struggle viciously to preserve the ideals he and his fellows fought for. He would try, but with time he would grow apathetic and detached from it all.

Eventually a young bot would be given the name Optimus by Kup in the hope that the youngling might live up to his namesake. And with that done, transformers animated would proceed as usual, with Optimus taking the fall for Sentinel and going to earth with his repair crew in an attempt to get the Allspark. Shenanigans would ensue and very little would change story wise besides a few small cultural things and perhaps a snippet or two of Bumblebee still loving the old sparkling tale of Optimus Prime the war hero. He would also definitely poke fun at the current Optimus all the time for being named after a fairy tale figure while secretly admiring him for it. Ratchet would also likely struggle to treat Optimus normally considering he served under the original and was his best friend. But overall everything would be normal... until the last of the Primes is unearthed trapped in a stasis pod.

Cue everything going to heck in a handbasket as the original Optimus wakes up very much confused, angry, and unsure as to what in the pits he is supposed to be doing. Not only that but he would have a bit of a breakdown trying to find his sparking, likely going onto believe that his little one is either dead or long gone. Ratchet would do what he could, but the original Optimus and the new would bicker, not really angerly, just because of differing styles of leadership and cultural misunderstandings. Maybe to make everything better the original Prime is weak from slumbering for so long, not at full strength or otherwise being mostly out of action for quite some time. He would become a mentor figure and work from the sidelines for most of the show, adding a more mystical element to everything or even a humorous aspect due to his age.

It could go many ways, but it would be fun nonetheless and has amazing potential for fluff and angst.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers animated #g1 transformers #g1 optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #lore mix #look at where this plot bunny has gone #I could do stuff with this

[maybeimamuppet]

the rainbow in you

Janis can see sounds. Every sound she’s heard since she was a child has sent a rush of color flooding through her vision. She thought it was normal until she was five.

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Janis is sitting in her car seat, on a road trip to Ohio to see her family. She’s especially excited to see her cousin, Veronica. They’re best friends, roughly the same age and so similar in appearance that they often get mistaken for twins. Janis has always been confused when they get mixed up for one another, because Veronica is blue, and Janis is green.

“Mama, can you play the pink song?” She pipes up, kicking her little feet back and forth.

“This one?” Her mother asks, turning on a song by the artist.

“No, the pink one, Mama! The one that sounds pink,” She huffs. Silly Mama. That song is orange.

“Sounds pink? How does it go?” Her mom asks, looking at her oddly in the rear view mirror.

“Um, like... do do do do doooo.” Janis sings a bit of the tune that she can remember. She doesn’t know the words yet.

“Beauty and the Beast?” Her mom asks, switching to the Disney CD.

“Yeah, yeah!” Janis says excitedly, picking up another crayon to get back to her coloring book.

“How is this song pink, baby girl?” Her mom asks curiously.

“You don’t hear the colors?” Janis asks shyly, as if she’s made a mistake and is getting in trouble.

“You’re not in trouble, honey, I’m just wondering. Do you see pink when you hear this?” Her mama asks, pulling into a rest stop parking lot and climbing back to sit next to Janis.

“Uhhuh. Like the ‘mingos at the zoo, not my ballet stuff,” Janis answers, unbuckling her belt and crawling onto her mother’s lap. “Mama, am I broken?”

“No, baby girl,” Mama says sadly, cupping Janis’ chin and looking into her eyes. “You’re my perfect, special, beautiful girl. Not everyone can do this. You kind of have a superpower!”

Janis likes that idea. Maybe she’ll grow up to be like Wonder Woman. She’ll have to figure out a way for hearing colors to save lives, first. Maybe once she turns six that’ll come to her.

“So is it only this song that has a color, or does everything you hear have something?” Her mama asks, tickling her belly to make her smile.

“I think everything. You’re yellow,” Janis says, grinning at her with her missing front teeth, recently forcibly removed by her friend Dana in a tap dancing accident.

“Yellow? Hm,” Mama hums, flooding Janis’ vision with shades of lemon. “I’ve always liked yellow.”

-

At Janis’ six year old checkup, her mama asks her doctor about the colors. This doctor paints the world with brown. Janis doesn’t like him, but she always gets a sticker when she finishes getting poked at.

Mama and the doctor talk for a long time about the colors, Janis reading a Doctor Seuss book on the paper covered table. The way it crinkles makes her see blue.

The doctor doesn’t know what the colors could mean, telling them to talk to Janis’ therapist, Miss Megan about it. The doctor says that since it’s in her brain, Miss Megan might know more about it than he could.

-

Janis likes Miss Megan. Mama started taking her to see Miss Megan after her daddy died. All she has to do is answer questions and talk about her feelings. It’s easy stuff.

Miss Megan asks a lot of the same questions her mama did. That’s not quite so easy.

Does every sound have a color, are the colors different for every sound, boring grownup questions like that. Janis finds it much more interesting when Miss Megan asks about specific sounds. Janis tells her that she is purple, Mama is yellow, her best friend Regina is pink, and her other best friend Dana is blue.

Miss Megan tells them that they have to go see another special kind of doctor to take pictures of Janis’ brain. Miss Megan thinks she has something called chromesthesia (Mama spent a long time teaching her to say it), and the special doctor will make sure.

Janis takes her mama’s hand as the go to the car, balancing on the curb like a beam. “Mama, I don’t want to go to the special doctor, I want my brain to stay in.”

Mama laughs at that, confusing Janis. “Oh, baby girl, you crack me up. They’re not going to take your brain out, honey. They have a special machine that can see through your head and take pictures of your brain that way. It’s called an MRI.” She explains.

“Oh. Will the IRM hurt?” Janis asks, buckling herself into her new booster seat.

“No, baby girl. It might be a little scary, but nothing will hurt.” Mama says definitively.

Janis is comforted by this. She can do scary stuff, but she doesn’t like when things hurt.

-

A few weeks later, Janis goes to the special doctor, which her mama said is called a neurologist. The hospital where the neurologist lives is big and scary, but Mama let her bring her stuffed horse along and he makes it all better.

A kind lady leads them to where they need to go, introducing them to a nice doctor man. He asks about Janis’ horsey, and explains what’s going to happen to her while she’s there. This doctor is green too, like Janis. She likes him. Nice doctor man leads them into a room with a big tube shaped thing, explaining that it’s the machine they use to take photos of brains.

They head back to the main room, and take Janis’ height and weight before the doctor takes a funny thing and waves it around Janis, it beeping at her t-shirt. Mama explains that it’s a metal detector, and that the sequins on her shirt set it off. She has to change into a sweatshirt they have on hand so she doesn’t get hurt in the machine, but the only ones they have are adult sizes and go way down past her knees. It reminds her of when she plays dress up with Regina.

Mama can’t go in the room with the machine, only Janis. Since her horsey doesn’t have any metal, the doctor lets Janis take him too and picks her up to get her onto the special bed. As she lies down, the doctor hands her a button and some earplugs to put in, as well as a blindfold. He tells her the button will take her out of the machine in case she gets too scared to stay in, but nothing scary should happen.

Janis puts the earplugs in her little ears, one almost falling out until she squishes it in further. Then she pulls the blindfold on, resting it on her forehead until she has to go into the machine so she can still see. The doctor puts headphones on over the earplugs, the headset almost sliding off her small head until they get sized to fit.

The doctor goes after that, to another room next door with windows to see Janis in the machine. Her mama is next to him, waving as Janis peeks her head up to see where everyone went.

The doctor can talk to Janis in her headphones, telling her to put her blindfold on and lie back down. She does, and a scary grey noise starts happening as she moves backwards into the tube. Janis is a little afraid, but remembers to be brave and just holds her horsey a little tighter.

Once she’s in, the doctor tells her she has to hold super duper still so nothing gets messed up. Rebelliously, Janis wiggles her toes, but nothing happens. Maybe that’s okay. Once she promises to hold still, the doctor explains that he’s going to play some sounds into her headphones, and all she has to do is tell them what color she sees.

He plays a song. Orange. He plays the sound of a bumblebee buzzing. Red. Mama talks into his microphone. Yellow. Another song. Purple.

After several rounds of noises, Janis finally gets pulled out of the machine and is allowed to take her blindfold and headphones and earplugs off. Mama comes in once it’s safe and picks her up, carrying her to the room with the windows.

The doctor gives her a fist bump when Mama sits down with Janis on her lap, telling her she did very well. He pulls up a video, explaining that it’s the inside of Janis’ brain. Janis thinks that’s a little weird, but also thinks it’s cool and asks several questions.

The doctor explains everything to Mama with some big words Janis doesn’t quite understand, saying that the visual center of her brain was lighting up whenever they played a sound, even if she couldn’t see anything with her eyes. She had chromesthesia after all.

Janis gets a lollipop and a sticker after she changes back into her own clothes and gets to go home. She really likes the neurologist.

————-

As Janis grows, she gets used to the colors. Her mother marries again later that year, and her stepfather is the first person to ever make her see grey. She finds that interesting. Her baby sister is born nine months after that, and immediately has Janis wrapped around her little finger. Juliana is blue. Every coo and squeal she makes is like looking up at the sky. When Janis takes up art therapy at thirteen, her colors allow her to create beautiful portraits and paintings like no one else can make.

She learns more descriptions for her colors, too. Damian switches from a sapphire blue to an indigo as he undergoes his transition. Regina goes from a comforting baby pink to a roaring hot pink after eighth grade. She describes Gretchen as a watermelon pink, and Karen as a bubblegum pink. It’s much easier than having all three of them just be pink.

Every noise she hears from them prompts a slightly different shade of their respective color, but she’s never met a multicolored person.

Until she meets Cady Heron.

Ten years after the label of chromesthesia was officially adopted as the explanation for her colors, she meets the only rainbow she’s ever known. Every moment she spends with Cady is a wondrous kaleidoscope in her mind. She wonders if this means Cady might be her soulmate, like in the sappy fanfictions Damian reads to her sometimes.

————-

Cady’s laughter is violet. Janis decides purple is her favorite color.

When Cady gives her sweetest giggle, the world goes an orchid purple. When she chuckles, lilac floods Janis’ vision. But Janis’ favorite is when Cady laughs, truly laughs, a hearty sound from deep in her diaphragm.

That floods the world with amethyst. Janis has never seen anything more beautiful.

-

“Damian, we never introduced Caddy to Vine!” Janis realizes one day.

“What’s Vine? Like in the jungle? They’re not as fun as they sound,” Cady pipes up helpfully. “I got a lotta bruises that way.”

“No, Butterfly, not like in the jungle. Vine was an app where you could post videos as long as they were less than six seconds,” Janis explains.

“Oh. Why is that so important?”

“Because it’s, like, the language of people our age,” Damian says, pulling up a compilation.

At that, Cady settles in on Janis’ lap and looks intently at the screen, as if this video is the most important thing she’s ever going to see.

“Stop! I almost dropped my croissant!”

Cady turns to look at them oddly. “How is a guy almost dropping a pastry so important?”

“We don’t know, but if you don’t know these a lot of being an American teenager will not make sense to you,” Damian says.

“It already doesn’t,” Cady grumbles, leaning back against Janis with a huff. Janis chuckles and kisses her just behind her ear.

“Just watch, Peanut, they’re funny!” She says as Cady gives a pleased shudder at the kisses.

The “Hey, what’s up? You wanna buy an omelet for five dollars?” one does get a chuckle out of Cady.

“Okay, maybe these are good,” She says.

Then, one edit of The Lion King comes on, Cady perking up as she hears Circle of Life. It seems normal until Rafiki holds Simba over the crowd, and suddenly bends his arms back and throws him full force into the animals below as a resounding “YEET!” rings out.

Cady laughs harder than either of them have ever seen, falling off of Janis’ lap and onto the floor. Damian pauses the video as Janis’ eyes cloud over with shades of mauve and lavender. She wants more than anything to paint this moment, but she can’t take photos of what she sees. She’s trying desperately to remember the patterns and shades as they appear.

Cady doesn’t stop laughing for a good five minutes, clutching her stomach towards the end. She’d be amazed if she didn’t have rock solid abs by the end of that. Janis is almost blinded by shades of eggplant.

“I get it now, show me more,” she demands once she’s gotten herself back under control, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes and settling back into Janis.

———-

Janis sees shades of blue when Cady sleeps. It’s not a color she sees with her often, so she treasures the ceruleans and the denims while they last.

The quiet snores she lets out when her head is at a strange angle paint the world an arctic blue, the sound of the sheets rustling as Cady instinctively wriggles into her embrace flooding her vision with navy.

The blue moments bring Janis the most peace she’s ever known.

-

They’re having a sleepover after Cady’s most recent Mathletes competition, Cady having passed out on Janis’ lap after about an hour of fishing in Animal Crossing.

Janis takes the controllers from her gently, saving and quitting the game and shutting off the tv. Then she has to figure out a way to get Cady somewhere she can pick her up from, deciding gently shuffling her to the side is the best way.

Luckily, Cady is the heaviest sleeper Janis knows, so she manages her sneaky shuffle without waking her girl. She scoops Cady up gently and somehow makes it all the way up the stairs to her bedroom. Janis is wearing her usual tights and denim shorts combo, so she leaves Cady to get comfy while she changes into some pajamas.

Cady always sleeps on her tummy when left to her own devices, and it’s so cute that Janis sometimes just sits to watch her for a while. Not in a creepy way, or so she hopes.

This time she remembers that Cady has fallen asleep with her contacts still in, coming to the unfortunate realization that she has to wake her. Cady hates being woken up no matter how it happens, so Janis decides to at least try to make it fun.

She crawls slowly into bed after her and starts pecking her cheeks and nose gently, kissing every little freckle she can find. Cady’s sleepy groan sends Janis reeling with shades of cobalt, the muffled noise of Cady turning her head away adding in hues of ocean. Janis just crawls over her, stroking her hair out of her face and continues her barrage of kisses, crooning, “Princess, you have to wake up for a second,” into her ear gently.

Cady bats her away, missing several times since she refuses to open her eyes. “Nooooo.” Teal.

“Baby, just take your contacts out and then you can sleep,” Janis hums, pulling her to sit upright.

“You’re so mean to me,” Cady huffs, Janis’ vision flooding a peacock color.

“Yes, not letting you get scars in your eyes is a most cruel and vile act,” Janis teases, pulling her to lie back down once the lenses have been removed. Cady tips her chin up for a goodnight kiss before turning over, pulling Janis flush against her back so Janis is the big spoon. It is her turn, anyway.

“I love you,” Cady mumbles, sounding more like “I luff you,” with the exhaustion. Lapis.

“I love you too, Butterfly. Sweet dreams.”

————-

Janis sees green when Cady sings.

Cady sings a lot, most of the time without realizing it, but Janis never gets tired of the juniper and olive that she sees every time.

Every hum transports Janis to a world of a soft fern. The high notes she hears paint the world a seafoam shade, lower notes brushing in hues of pear.

-

Janis is in the backseat of Damian’s car, Cady and the man himself in the driver and passenger seats respectively. Their parents all chipped in to send them on a short road trip to Lake Michigan for a graduation present, renting out a little condo on the shore for a weekend.

Janis had been trying to nap while she was in the backseat, but their rule for road trips is passenger picks the music, so various show tunes are constantly blaring from the speakers.

Doubly unfortunate, Cady liked them. She and Damian had their own special get togethers about twice a month where they would watch a new bootleg of some show Damian had found. It’s cute, but by god is Janis tired.

Suddenly, Seymour comes on from Damian’s playlist, he and Cady locking eyes excitedly. Little Shop of Horrorswas one of their most recent watches, and a show they had both loved.

Damian starts singing along to Seymour’s part, and Janis sees a teal shade as she always does when Damian sings. Then Cady chimes in with Audrey, and Janis’ vision is flooded with a vibrant emerald. Maybe soon she’d have Cady sing for her and do a painting of that. She could do a whole gallery just based off what she sees with Cady.

The combination of their voices makes a beautiful sort of watercolor in Janis’ eyes, shamrock and cobalt blending like the ocean meeting land on a map.

They both get so into belting the song at the top of their lungs that Cady almost forgets she’s driving, nearly veering off into the shoulder lane.

“Can y’all not sing us to death before we get there please?” Janis begs from the back, her friends now looking very sheepish. Damian apparently decides he’s had enough music for a while because he just turns his phone off. “Thank youuuu.” Janis takes her blanket and pillow and flops back down, finally allowed to nap as the chartreuse hues clear from her mind.

————-

Cady’s speaking voice is yellow.

Cady’s mumbles are a banana color, her normal voice a canary yellow. Something about the faint touches of an accent Cady has left over from her youth add just a touch of dijon to it. And on the rare occasions that Cady yells, it’s a terrifyingly vibrant fire color.

Janis wonders if it might be some kind of weird Freudian thing that her mother and love interest have the same color associated with the sound of their voices, but the shades she sees with each of them are different enough that she just decides not to worry about it. She loves her yellow.

-

“Janis?” Cady asks one day during another warm summer, as they’re sitting on the dock and soaking their feet in the lake below.

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about the future? Like, with us. Where do you see us in a few years?” Cady asks swishing her feet in the water and painting Janis’ view of the water beneath them a gorgeous butter shade.

“Depends how few years, I suppose,” Janis says as a non-answer. She does think about a future with Cady, more than she’d care to admit, so she needs to know specifics to give a good response.

“Say... five years or so?” Cady asks, looking at her. The little lilt of her voice to make it a question adds in a few flecks of butterscotch.

“Five years,” Janis hums. She’s not sure about that. “Well, hopefully by that point we’ll be living in the same state again and won’t have to do long distance anymore. Maybe I’ll work up the lady balls to propose to you by that point, if I’m lucky.”

“You want to marry me?” Cady asks shyly, but excitedly. New brushstrokes of dandelion yellow decorate Janis’ view.

“Someday, yeah I do. I can’t... I can’t imagine a future without you in it, Caddy. We might as well get married for the tax benefits, at least.” Janis jokes, earning her a shove from Cady. “What about you, where do you see this going?”

“Oh, about the same place. But I want to marry you just to marry you, not for tax purposes,” Cady hums.

“But the taxes are a nice bonus, right?”

“Janis! This was supposed to be a serious conversation,” Cady huffs out a chuckle, shoving her again. Honey colored strokes appear.

“Sorry,” Janis says, leaning over for a chaste kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re lucky I do or you’d be in that lake by now,” Cady says.

“Hey! I just told you all my sappy plans for our future and you wanna push me in the lake?” Janis pouts.

“I’d jump in after you. I don’t wanna be anywhere you’re not with me. I’m so tired of the distance.”

Janis looks at her for a moment in shock, because holy shit that’s the sweetest thing she’s ever heard. She then takes her phone out of her pocket, resting it safely well behind them so it won’t get wet, before she stands and takes a running leap into the water, still in her shorts and t-shirt. Cady’s shriek as she gets splashed paints what little Janis can see under the water a bumblebee color.

“You’re insane,” Cady laughs as Janis finally surfaces for air.

“You’re only learning that now?” Janis asks, swimming over to her and tickling one of her feet under the water. “Come join me. It’s nice in here.” There’s a fair bit of shallow water past the dock, so Janis can stand and have the water only come up to her chest.

Cady takes her phone out and leaves it by Janis’ on the dock, before coming back to her spot and just looking at her. Janis looks back, grinning mischievously before she grabs Cady by the ankle and pulls her into the water. Cady shrieks again as she’s plunged into the lake. Mustard yellow. Janis had half-lied, the water was actually pretty cold, and Cady pouts at her when she pops back up after a second. Her head barely pokes out of the water. She turns around with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest like a cranky toddler.

“Baby, don’t be like that, I’m sorry,” Janis says, going to pull her into a hug. Then, suddenly, she has a face full of water, Cady cackling as she sends a massive tidal wave her way. “Hey! Oh, you’re gonna get it now, Peanut.”

Cady squeals as Janis lunges for her, diving under the water and swimming away. She’s a good swimmer, but Janis can cover more area and catches up with her quickly, picking her up and pouring water over her hair before dunking her under again. Cady splashes her when she bobs back up again, and Janis splashes her back.

After a while of chasing each other around and splashing waves at one another, the sun finally dips fully below the horizon and the water temperature plunges. Cady calls a truce, and Janis comes to scoop her up when she sees her shivering. Cady wraps her legs around Janis’ middle, brushing her wet two-toned hair away from her face as she wraps her arms around her neck and smiles widely at her.

Janis holds her closer so Cady can get what’s left of her body heat, and starts moving them around a bit to get her used to the temperature shift. Cady tucks her face against Janis’ neck, kissing lightly at her pulse point and sighing happily.

“I love you so much, Janis,” She says, sounding almost drunk on her contentment. Daffodil yellow strokes through Janis’ eyes.

“I love you too, Cady,” Janis answers, using the correct pronunciation of her name to show how serious she is. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Damian gives them a suspicious look when they show up at the back door dripping wet, Cady shivering, and the both of them standing particularly close to one another. Janis just says they fell in the lake, but the way Damian looks at her as he goes to fetch some towels tells her he knows it’s not true.

Janis doesn’t care. That moment was for her and Cady alone.

————

Janis sees orange when Cady cries.

She’s always hated orange, and this discovery makes her hate the color all the more. Cady’s whimpers are a vile carrot shade, her sobs a terrible bronze.

Over the years Janis learns there’s still a beauty in orange. Cady’s overjoyed sobs when they finally get engaged show a beautiful apricot hue; her apprehensive but excited tears when she tells Janis that they’re going to have a baby turning her world an exciting shade of cider. Janis learns to appreciate the beauty of it,  like when the leaves change in the fall, but still doesn’t like it.

-

Janis is worried. Cady hasn’t been answering her texts all day, which isn’t like her. Janis obviously doesn’t expect Cady to spend every moment talking to her, they’ve gone days without anything but a good morning message several times before, but if Cady needed some time alone she would’ve answered to tell Janis that.

Janis decides to drive over to her house, climbing the tree outside Cady’s window and knocking lightly on it to get her attention. She doesn’t want to bother Cady’s parents at the door in case it’s something happening with all of them. Cady looks up from where she’s sat on her bed, staring down at what appears to be a framed picture.

Cady comes to pull her window open, revealing her puffy, watery eyes and red tear-stained face to Janis as she clambers inside. “What are you doing here?” She asks with a sniffle that floods Janis’ vision a sort of pumpkin shade. She doesn’t sound bothered that Janis is there, though, which is a relief.

“You didn’t answer my texts, I got worried. Are you okay, Butterfly? I can go if you need to be alone,” Janis offers, gesturing to the window she just came through.

“No, it’s fine. I mean, if you want to leave, you can, but I’m not upset you’re here.” Cady says, sitting on her bed and picking up a necklace and the same picture she was looking at. “I’m not gonna be great to be around today.”

“What’s wrong?” Janis asks sadly, coming to sit next to her girlfriend.

“It’s... Today is the anniversary of the day we found out my brother died,” Cady chokes out, bursting into sobs. Janis hates the shades of amber she sees more than anything.

“Oh, baby,” Janis says, pulling Cady into a tight hug, letting out a few of her own tears as her girlfriend sobs brokenly into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“I miss him so much, Janis,” Cady whimpers, flooding Janis’ watery eyes with rust. “He would be twenty-eight, now. I wanna know who he would be. Maybe he would’ve gotten married, had kids. He deserved that.”

Janis doesn’t say anything, just holds her closer and rocks them slightly. Nothing she can say will change anything.

“He was supposed to get his dreams. Supposed to become a doctor like he wanted, supposed to be with us. Supposed to meet you, and Damian and everyone.” Cady continues sobbing. All Janis can see is sandstone hues and the vague silhouettes of Cady’s furniture, blurred by her own tears. “He was supposed to come back, Janis.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. This isn’t fair,” Janis chokes, holding Cady so tightly.

“I don’t have much longer before I’m older than he ever got to be. I’m ten years younger than him, Janis. It’s not supposed to be like this. I never- I never got to say goodbye for real, tell him I love him. I told him before he left, but he always said he’d come back, that it was just a farewell and not a goodbye. He came back in a box.” Cady wails, showing the necklace she’s cradling. Janis can barely see it through the tiger orange specks dotting her vision.

“His ashes are in here, and I can’t even wear it because the chain is too much for my sensory problems,” Cady chokes out. “He was the best, Janis, and I can’t even wear a fucking necklace to keep him with me.” Cady rarely swears, usually only when things are very, very wrong. Janis sees the color of yams.

“Oh, angel, that’s not your fault,” Janis demands gently, cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. “You don’t have any control over that. We can look for a new chain, or maybe we can move the charm to a bracelet or something. He understands, baby.” Cady doesn’t say anything at that; just gives a weak nod and reaches for the photo frame.

There’s actually two pictures in the frame, one of a young teenage boy with dusty blond hair and Cady’s same crystal blue eyes, holding a toddler with chubby cheeks and fiery red curls tied back in pigtails. It’s obvious in the picture that they’re both laughing, and that baby Cady is in the arms of her hero. The second shows the same young man, a few years older, his hair darkened to a chestnut brown and his jawline sharpened. His shoulders show a camouflage uniform decorated with several pins and patches. The eyes are so striking, if Janis focuses solely on them it’s almost frightening how similar they are to Cady’s.

“He’s handsome,” Janis says. “You have the same eyes, Butterfly.” That gets the weakest possible grin from Cady, the corners of her mouth just barely ticking up. She traces his face with her finger, wiping away a few tears that fall onto the glass of the frame.

“I miss his hugs more than anything,” Cady says. “It always felt like... like the world couldn’t get in when he held me. It had to stay away while I was there. He used to be the only way I could calm down when I had a meltdown. And he was so warm, too. I haven’t gotten to feel that in ten years, now. I’ve had to spend more years mourning him than I got with him. It’s not fair.”

Janis just hums sadly, letting Cady lean into her.

“I wish you could have met him, Janis. He would have loved you so much.” Cady says quietly after a long moment. “I wish he was still here.”

“I wish I could have met him too, angel. I think I would have loved him too,” Janis says, pulling Cady closer into her, but at an angle so she doesn’t have to stop looking at the pictures. “But I think he’s still with you.”

“Really?” The hope in her voice gives Janis a few strokes of a pleasing cantaloupe hue.

“Of course. He loved you more than anything, baby. Nothing could ever take that from you. He’s somewhere watching over you, protecting you like he always did. Not even death could break the bond he had with you. He’ll always be with you, always love you. And maybe he’s with my dad, who knows? They could be watching us together.”

Cady throws herself into Janis’ lap at that, sobbing hard into her shoulder once again. Janis can hear several different emotions in them, showing her an odd combination of squash and marmalade.

“Thank you. For being here,” Cady chokes out just before she finally cries herself to sleep, Janis still holding her tightly.

“I’ll always be here for you, baby. I love you so much,” Janis answers, laying them down gently and pulling her into her chest. “I’ll be here when you wake up, get some rest.”

Janis keeps her promise, lying there next to her and stroking her hair as Cady sniffles and continues to cry gently in her sleep. She must be dreaming of him. Just before she wakes again, a butterfly with wings the color of marigolds flies in through the still open window, fluttering over and landing at the foot of the bed. Janis thinks it must be a sign from Rhys, letting her know that it’s her turn to take care of Cady now.

She’ll keep that promise too.

—————

When Cady moans, Janis sees shades of red.

Her groans are a cherry color, her sweet whimpers of pleasure a deep crimson. When she begs and pleads, it’s a wine red, and when Cady climaxes, Janis sees a bright ruby.

Janis loves the red moments. The red moments are just for her and Cady.

-

Cady is spending the weekend with Janis, keeping her company while Juliana and her mother are at an out of town dance competition.

Currently, she’s straddling Janis’ legs on the couch, being very distracting as Janis tries to watch her movie, grinding her hips against Janis’ and kissing up and down her neck. Janis wasn’t actually paying attention, just pretending to so Cady would continue her efforts.

Eventually she gives in, wrapping her arms around Cady’s waist and kissing her hungrily. Cady’s pleased sigh floods Janis’ eyes with scarlet. “Do you wanna go upstairs?”

Cady nods eagerly, pressing herself closer.

“Okay, you have to get up for a second. My superpower is seeing sounds, not teleportation,” Janis jokes, laughing as Cady eagerly scrambles off her lap to allow her to stand. Janis stretches, the cracking sound of a few of her joints dotting her vision with black specks.

She goes to pick Cady up once she’s all stretched out, Cady wrapping her legs around her and pressing their lips together again, so Janis has to find her way upstairs by muscle memory alone.

Somehow she manages without crashing into anything, tipping forward to rest Cady on her bed and following after her, never separating their lips. Cady tugs at the hem of Janis’ shirt, whining when Janis pulls away to take it and her bra off. Blood red.

“Can I take yours off?” Janis gasps breathlessly, wanting to see her. Cady nods, sitting up and allowing her to pull her soft sweater up and off. “Bra too?” Cady nods again, so Janis twists the clasp off and pulls the straps from her shoulders tenderly, flicking the garment across her room somewhere.

Once that’s handled Janis leans forward again, laying Cady back beneath her as she kisses her again, flicking her tongue at the seam of Cady’s lips. Cady lets her in, groaning happily when their tongues brush together. Rose red.

Janis nips teasingly at her lip just before they have to break apart for breath, and Cady’s gasp floods her vision with garnet. Janis works her way down slowly, kissing and nipping at the skin of Cady’s jaw, her neck, stopping just short of leaving hickeys behind.

When she reaches Cady’s sternum she does start leaving marks, sucking and nibbling at her soft, milky skin. Cady holds her head in place as her breathing hitches, Janis seeing a deep jam color.

They both moan as Janis takes a nipple in her mouth, matching the flicking and tugging motions on the other with her hand. Though her eyes are closed, Janis sees an apple red. She continues her trail of pleasure, kissing and nipping her way over to the other side and sucking gently on Cady’s other breast for a while, before continuing her journey south.

“Janis, please,” Cady begs, Janis reeling at the strawberry hue she sees.

“Please what?” Janis teases, fiddling with the button on Cady’s jeans.

“Jay,” Cady huffs.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Fuck, please, you, I just want you, I need more,” Cady pleads. Candy red.

Janis kisses her again quickly, sucking Cady’s lower lip between her own before letting it go with a pop. “This okay?” She asks as she undoes the button, pausing to wait for a nod before she pulls the jeans and her panties all the way off.

“Yes, Janis, please,” Cady pushes her gently back down where she needs her.

“Okay, easy, baby,” Janis says, pushing Cady back up farther on the bed, settling on her belly between her legs and hooking them over her shoulders. “I’ll take care of you.”

With that, Janis leans in and licks a hot stripe up through Cady’s folds, tasting her wetness and ending with a teasing flick at her clit. Cady chokes out a moan and bucks up into her, Janis pushing her hips back down gently with a soft hand. She repeats the motion a few times, sucking and lapping at her, barely able to see through the floods of currant and sangria that cover her vision. Not that it matters.

As Janis sucks Cady’s clit between her lips, she looks up to see Cady watching her lazily, love practically oozing from her expression. Her eyes look purple, the clear blue blending with the scarlet clouding Janis’ vision. Janis flicks her tongue over her clit a few times, Cady tipping her head back in a moan and running her fingers through Janis’ hair to pull her closer.

Janis brings her other hand up to brush a finger teasingly at Cady’s opening, asking permission without words. Cady grabs the hand still resting on her lower belly, lacing their fingers together and breathing, “God, Jay, please. I need you, I need more, give me more, please, please please.”

Janis presses inside with her index finger, pulling back and adding a second one with the next thrust. Cady’s breathing hitches, the shaky sigh she lets out painting Janis’ vision a rich mahogany.

Janis continues her ministrations with Cady’s clit as she keeps thrusting into her, nipping and sucking as she feels Cady tighten around her, watches her curl in on herself slightly as her pleasure builds.

Janis speeds up her efforts, curling her fingers and sucking harder, never releasing the pressure, until she feels the familiar delicious vice of Cady coming around her fingers. The cry she lets out with her climax floods Janis’ eyes so strongly with a berry shade that she can hardly see Cady beneath her, arching into her as her legs shake with the force of it.

“Jesus,” She puffs once she’s come down from her high, panting. “Come up here, kiss me. I want you closer.”

Janis obliges, pulling out of Cady gently and sucking the taste of her from her fingers. Cady watches her with hooded eyes, reaching to wrap her arms around Janis’ neck and pull her down into a hot mess of a kiss. Janis gets a strange thrill knowing Cady can taste herself off her lips.

Cady returns the favor on her after a few minutes of kissing, making emerald and scarlet stars burst behind Janis’ eyes. Sex with Cady is different than it’s been with anyone else. With her previous hookups it’s just been about getting to orgasm as quickly as possible, all rough touches and no emotion. With Cady it’s slow, passionate. It’s about conveying their love in a physical way, about taking care of one other. Janis much prefers the way it is with Cady.

They go a few more rounds before they get too tired to keep going. Janis gets Cady off the last time with just her fingers, three inside and thumb on her clit, as she purrs, “You’re so precious, my girl, you have no idea what you do to me. Look at you, baby, you’re so good. I love you so much, you’re so beautiful, Princess. Come for me, baby,” into her ear, switching between French and English. Cady’s always had sensitive ears, in every sense, and they discovered she had a thing for languages a while ago. This climax is much more intense than the first few, Janis’ vision going almost totally wine red at the loud cry of “Janis!” Cady gives as she swallows it with a passionate kiss.

Cady pulls her close once she comes down, clinging to her as she tries to recover from the mind-numbing orgasm she just had. “You okay, Butterfly?” Janis asks, nibbling on her ear gently. Cady nods lazily, cuddling closer into her. Once she can feel her legs again she heads to the bathroom, both of them peeing to prevent infection before they decide to take a shower together.

Cady insists on washing Janis’ hair, tenderly rubbing shampoo into her dark roots and rinsing it with the warm water before gently combing conditioner through the blonde ends. Janis has to crouch down a little so Cady doesn’t have to strain her shoulders so much, but she doesn’t mind. It feels incredible.

“Thank you, Butterfly,” Janis says, bending down to kiss her gently. The whole interaction is incredibly tender, especially in comparison to the rocking sex they just had (if she does say so herself).

Janis wraps Cady in their softest towel once they get out, taking the second-best one for herself. She rubs her girl dry gently, Cady’s auburn curls going a bit frizzy as she dries her hair off. Cady gives a content little shudder at the warmth before letting Janis pick her up again to carry her back to her room.

Cady grabs her own socks and Janis’ jacket from the floor once Janis sets her down, deciding those are her pajamas for the night. Cady always wears socks when she’s inside, and they never match. It’s one of Janis’ favorite little quirks she has.

Post-orgasm Cady is kind of like a baby sloth, slow and lethargic but very cuddly and sweet. Further mellowed by the shower, she sinks into Janis’ bed, making grabby hands for her as she blinks at her slowly and lovingly. Janis is content to go to bed naked, lying down on top of Cady and resting her head on her bare chest as she pulls the duvet over them. Is there a better pillow?

Cady starts scratching at the shaved part of her head gently, Janis’ eyes instantly fluttering shut. “I love you, Bluejay,” she murmurs softly, her voice still slightly husky and flooding Janis’ closed eyes with blush red.

“I love you more,” Janis responds, managing to crack one eye open.

“Noooo. That’s not possible,” Cady answers, moving to scratch the back of her head.

“I’m managing to do it pretty well, then, if it’s impossible.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Cady huffs. “Go to sleep, lovey.”

“Fine. G’night, baby.” Janis tucks herself up under Cady’s chin, her dreams filled with what she calls “Caddy colors” once she finally drifts off.

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“Janis?” Cady asks one day from where she’s nestled on Janis’ lap.

“Mm?” Janis opens her eyes halfway.

“You know how you said every person you hear has a color? Like Damian is blue and your mom is yellow and stuff?”

“Yeah,” Janis says, wondering where Cady is going with this.

“What color am I?”

Janis sits upright again, adjusting her grip on her girlfriend. “You,” she says, kissing her cheek gently as the sound sends her vision a rosy pink. “Are the rainbow. I see every color with you. Just depends on the situation.”

“Really?” Cady asks.

“Mmhmm. You’re the only one who’s ever done that.”

“Oh. What color am I right now?” Cady looks like Janis has just told her she’s the most special person on Earth. She supposes she kind of did, in a way.

“Yellow. I see yellow most of the time when you speak. Like a butter shade, kind of. ‘S calming.” Janis mumbles, starting to fall asleep again as Cady begins stimming with her hair.

“What does it look like? When the colors come?” This one of her favorite things about Cady. She’s so genuinely curious about everything inherent to Janis.

“When I first hear something it’s sort of like when you stick a paintbrush in water, like the color comes rolling in from my peripheral. But if the sound sticks around then my whole vision just kind of gets tinted that color,” Janis explains.

Cady gives a thoughtful hum at her explanation, trying to imagine what that must be like. “I’m glad I’m multicolored, then. Wouldn’t want you getting bored of me if I was just one color.”

“I could never get bored of you, baby. But I’m glad you’re multicolored too,” Janis says, pulling Cady against her to get back to her nap.

“I love you,” Cady says quietly.

“I love you too, my rainbow. So, so much.”

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hi! hope you enjoyed. whether or not this was an au is up to you :) the scenes in italics are all things that i think have happened in the timeline ive been writing in so far, but whether or not janis could see the colors is to be decided by you.

please let me know what you thought, and REQUESTS ARE OPEN! leave them here, on my ao3, or on my wattpad and i will do my best to make them happen. all handles are just maybeimamuppet.

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[resilientdolan]

Thick and Thin (g.d)

- Part 3 -

A/N: aha ha ha, not me, coming back with a dry part

Word-count: 2.3 k+

Summary: Her anxiety ruined the romantic night that they’re supposed to have, but at least everything’s getting better on the next day

Tags: ion have taglist for now. lemme know if you’d like to be added!

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“Bianca, you’ve asked me that question three times,” Grayson lets out a deep sigh, keeping his hand pressed against her cheek as he speaks. There’s definitely something wrong with this girl, but he has no idea about what’s running inside her head.

“Answer me, please...,” she whispers, and once again shuts her eyes closed.

“I’ve told you that I love you, Bumblebee. What’s wrong? Please, tell me,” he begs for his girlfriend to tell him, he’s dying to know. He looks down at her with a hurtful look in his face. No lie, it hurts him to see her being that fragile in front of him.

But instead of answering him, she just sobs. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she shakes her head. Grayson gently grabs her by her wrist, as he calls for her name once again. “Bianca— Bianca, hey, look at me,” he orders.

She finally chooses to give in, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. Grayson shakes his head as he rolls to the side to lay beside her. Lovingly, he scoops the girl into his embrace to calm her down. Bianca continues to sob as she holds onto her boyfriend. “I’m sorry...,” she whispers.

“For what? Hey, Bumblebee, I’m here for you,” Grayson coos as he rests his index finger below her chin, gently lifting her chin up to meet her eyes.

“For... being me. F—for being one p—plain girlfriend for y—you,” she sobs. In response, Grayson lets out a soft sigh to her statement.

It’s like a knife to his chest that she thinks that she’s one plain girlfriend.

“Bianca...”

She shakes her head as she tries to wiggle away from his embrace. Once she’s free, she sits up, and turns aside to hide her face from his boyfriend so that he’s facing her bare back. “Just leave me, Grayson...,” she mumbles.

“What the fuck, Bianca...,” he mutters under his breath as he watches her acting completely strange. “Face me. Now,” he speaks in stern voice.

“Why would you choose me?!,” out of nowhere she yells as she turns to face him, both of her eyes are red from crying.

“Because I love you— What the fuck are you thinking?,” he yells back in return, feeling completely lost with her unusual behavior.

“I—I’m nothing...,” she mumbles as she brings her knees up to her chest, and wraps her arms around her knees.

“What do you mean?,” Grayson lets out a soft groan as he sits up, pulling the girl sitting on the edge of the bed closer to him, but again, Bianca remains quiet.

It’s like Grayson finally knows what’s going on inside her head. He wraps his arms around her torso as he speaks. “Baby, I want you, not Alana,” he sighs.

Bianca gently chews her lower lip as she looks up at her boyfriend. Indeed, it’s the only thing running inside her head. The fact that her mind keeps telling her that she’s the inferior one, compared to Alana, Grayson’s ex crush.

“But Alana—“

“Enough with this bullshit, okay? If I wanted her, I would’ve called you and end everything. But I waited for you to come, Bianca. Why? Because I only want you,” he coos, with his hand rubbing her back soothingly. Bianca gives no reply, but she keeps her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Let me say this once again, I don’t care if she’s Alana Whitman. I’ve met someone better, and her name is Bianca Reine. And she’s all I want, for now, and for the rest of my life,” he continues before he plants a gentle kiss onto her temple.

“I know I fucked up, but for real, Bianca Reine owns my heart. And she’s the only one that matters,” he nods his head. “Don’t you believe me?,” he asks.

There is a silence for few seconds, but Bianca ends up nodding her head. Of course she believes him. It’s just her mind tricking her.

“I—I’m sorry, I think I’m just tired... you know— jetlag,” she mumbles before she lies down. Again, with her back facing her boyfriend. She just can’t look into his eyes, not right now.

“Shh, it’s okay. You need the rest,” he replies as he lies down to join her. He turns to his side and wraps his arm around her protectively. He gently plants a kiss onto her temple, and buries his face in her hair. “Goodnight, Bumblebee. I love you. So much,” Grayson coos as he shuts his eyes closed.

“Goodnight... I love you too,” she whispers in return as she rests her hand on top of his. She lets out deep sigh as the guilt attacks her. She should’ve just kept that thought inside her head instead of telling him so. Seeing hurt in his face really makes her feel like she’s the worst girlfriend ever.

One thing Bianca knows; she hurts him.

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“Chefin’?,” Ethan’s voice echoes as he steps into the kitchen. Bianca nearly dropped the plate that she’s holding.

“God, Ethan!,” she squeaks as she sets the plate down. “Can’t you just say ‘hi, Bianca’ or something like ‘good morning’?,” she complains as she turns her focus back to the pan on the stove to flip the pancake.

“Sorry,” he laughs as he hops onto one of the stools. He points at one plate before he turns his gaze back to the girl standing next to the fridge. “There are 3 plates here, so, I assume this one is mine?,” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m making 3. For me, you, and Gray,” she quickly nods her head as she turns the stove off and place the last pancake on the empty plate on the counter.

“Thanks, Bi!,” Ethan replies as he quickly grabs his fork to dig in. And that’s when Grayson enters the kitchen. There he stands, wearing his olive green hoodie, paired with his black jeans and his favorite pair of Air Force 1, also, his backpack. Bianca can’t help herself but smiles as she looks at his college-boyfriend.

“Morning, Bumblebee,” he speaks as he makes his way towards her to press a gentle kiss onto her cheek. He placed his hands on her waist as he kisses her to keep her close.

“Mm, morning, Grape” Bianca replies with a bright smile on her face. She shifts her gaze from the plates of pancakes to her boyfriend quickly before she reaches out to grab a fork and places it onto her boufriend’s plate. “Here’s your breakfast,” she hands him the plate, but Grayson shakes his head quickly.

“I’m gonna be late, babe,” instead, he grabs his cup of coffee that Bianca has prepared before, and takes a small sip of it before he puts it down onto the kitchen counter.

“Wh— I made you pancakes!,” Bianca pouts.

“Bro, they’re bomb. I’d ask her to make me some more if only we don’t have a class to attend in 20 minutes,” Ethan comments as he grabs the tissue to wipe his mouth clean.

“But—“

“Pleaaaase?,” a soft whine comes out of her mouth as she grabs the fork to cut the pancakes into smaller pieces, and brings some up to his mouth with it. “Aaah— c’mon open your mouth,” she gives him another pout as she attempts to balance herself, since she’s standing on the tip of her toes to match his height.

And he gives in.

Grayson lets her to feed him. And no lie, it was one of the best pancakes that he has ever tasted. A small smile comes across Bianca’s lips as she watches her boyfriend enjoying her meal. “Is it good?,” she asks.

“One of the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Thank you, baby,” Grayson nods his head as a small smile comes across his lips. He gently presses a soft kiss onto her forehead one last time. “I’ll be home before 4, I promise,” he mumbles.

“I’ll be waiting,” Bianca nods as she shifts her gaze to Ethan, who’s already making his way out of their little apartment. “Have a nice day you two!,” she exclaims.

“Thanks, Bi!,” Ethan answers. Grayson turns around to face his girl one more time as he reaches the door. “Keep the door locked. Don’t leave the apartment, okay? Stay here, wait until I get home,” he demands.

Bianca raises her eyebrow as a little smirk comes across her lips. “What if I wanna go out? What if I need to go out and grab some—“

“Wait. Until. I. Get. Home. Am I making myself clear? I’ll take you wherever you need to go, but wait for me. I need to make sure that you’re safe. And by safe, means I’m going with you, okay?,” Grayson explains quickly, hoping Bianca would do what he asked her to.

“Alright, Mr. Bodyguard. You’re activating your protective mode, hm?,” she hums.

“That mode’s always active for you. See you! I love you!,” Grayson waves his hand before he closes the door behind him.

“Love you!”

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“Babe? Hey, it’s almost 4,” Bianca can hear Grayson’s deep voice near her.

Is he home?

Bianca brings her hand up to her face to rub her eyes gently as she slowly opens her eyes to find her boyfriend sitting on the edge of their bed. He even still has his backpack on his shoulders.

“Hey... welcome home,” she yawns.

Grayson just smile. If he can rate the level of cuteness of the view in front of him, he’d rate it 100 out of 10. There is nothing cuter than Bianca being sleepy. Well maybe 200 out of 10, since she’s wearing his t-shirt.

“Are you okay?,” he asks.

“I’m okay, just so tired that I decided to nap,” she nods her head.

“Definitely. Did you spend the day cleaning the whole apartment?,” Grayson finally takes his backpack off and sets it down onto the rug. He noticed it right away the moment he walked in. Everything is looking clean and neat. All-washed-plates in the kitchen, no more opened-books scattered on the table in the living room, and their newly-changed bedsheet. Bianca nods her head.

“You know you could’ve just wait until I get home with Ethan, so we can do it to—“

“It’s okay, really,” she shakes her head as she leans in to give him a soft kiss, only to stop him from talking; leaving Grayson with no choice but to return the kiss.

“Alright, so, Ethan and I are going to see one of Alana’s bestfriends, Fabio, who works at a tattoo parlor. Do you want to go with me?,” he asks as soon as he pulls away.

A slight frown comes across Bianca’s face as he mentions the word “tattoo”. “You’re getting a tattoo?,” she asks. Grayson quickly nods his head.

“Actually— Ethan was the one who talked about getting another tattoo first, but, I thought it’s not a bad idea, so I’m thinking about getting a new one as well,” Grayson explains. Few days after he arrived in Los Angeles, Grayson showed Bianca that he got himself a tattoo on the back of his ear. It was a “333” tattoo; his angel number. “But uh— actually, if you don’t mind, I want to get a matching one with you,” he adds.

“Matching tattoos?,” Bianca emphasizes the idea one more time as she shifts her gaze back to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, but, you don’t have to if you don’t feel like—“

“I love the idea! But— is it going to be painful?,” Grayson can sense worry in her tone.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll be with you,” he gives her another smile to convince her that everything’s going to be okay. “So you in?,” he asks once again for the last time.

“Yes!”

“I’ll wait for you outside, Bumblebee. Hurry up,” he gets up from the bed and makes his way out, giving her some time to get herself ready.

Tattoo date? Perfectly splendid way to end the day.

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“Heeeey, it’s the famous Alana Whitman here!,” the guys with short blonde hair greets the whole squad as soon as they arrive at Ink Theory, one of the famous tattoo parlors in town.

“Hey, Fabio!,” Alana waves her hand at the guy who just greeted her.

“What kind of tat that you want for today?,” Fabio asks before he takes a sip of his cola.

“I’m not getting one. But my friend here, Ethan, is going to get one,” Alana explains.

“And also Bianca and I,” Grayson adds. Bianca nods her head as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, with her foot tapping on to the floor to hide her nervousness about getting her first tattoo. She even had to google about the tips & tricks about getting a tattoo for the first time before they left the apartment. She’s that nervous.

“Alright, let’s get things done. Who’s going first?,” Fabio asks. Ethan quickly raises his hand.

As Fabio, Alana, and Ethan discuss about his tattoo placement, Bianca, who’s sitting on a long chair with Grayson in the waiting room, turns to face him. “Have you decided about the tattoo that you’re getting?,” she asked.

Grayson, who was cheking on his phone, immediately turns his gaze from the phone screen to the girl sitting next to him. “I’m planning to get your initials tattoed on me. BMR, stands for Bianca Madora Reine— maybe with a little bee at the end of it. Bumblebee— you know?,” he explains.

“Oh, that’d look good...,” she answers. “Where?,” she asks once again.

“Hmm, probably on chest, right here,” he places his own palm, right in the middle of his chest.

“Chest? But why chest?,” she raises an eyebrow in response.

“Right here because you’re the reason of my heart beating every single day. My heart never stops beating for you, Bumblebee,” he hums.

Bianca can’t help but smile. He’s just too cute sometimes.

“How about you?,” Grayson asks her this time, getting curious about her idea.

“Hmm, it’s gonna be a surprise, so wait and see,” Bianca nudges his rib playfully as she sticks her tongue out, though actually she’s trying to hide the fact that she hasn’t decided what it’s going to be.

But hey, maybe it helps for a bit.

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[writeyouin]

Tfa request #1: what is the thoughts of bumblebee/jet twins/ blurr/ sari ( when she’s a teen! ) who has a crush on a dorky yet kind hearted person and what is thier reaction of when they kiss s/o, she fainted or got a nosebleed...( this happened to me but I fainted =u=|| )

TFA X Reader Inserts – Blowing a Gasket

A/N – Hey anon, hope you had a good birthday. Here is a gift for you.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Bumblebee

“YEAH,” Bumblebee cheered, punching the air victoriously. He was the only one who had opted out of the nature walk that Prowl had planned, and without Sari who was with her father for the day, he was left alone with the video game console.

You had dropped by only a little earlier to see everyone and had opted to read your book until they all came back. Normally, you would have played something with Bumblebee, but he seemed to be enjoying the single player game so you had left him to it.

“Nice job,” You said, looking up at the screen and seeing that he had finally gotten the golden relic he was after.

“Nice job?” Bumblebee repeated cockily. “I think you mean that I’m the king of ALL videogames.”

You snickered, “That is so precious. You want to talk to me about being the best player, then come back when you’ve got a platinum relic.”

Bumblebee tutted, “Those are impossible. Nobody can win one.”

“Move over amateur,” You said, taking the controller from Bumblebee and moving the small bandicoot on screen onto a level you knew well.

Starting the time trial, you caused the character to jump, spin, crush boxes, and generally beat the score Bumblebee had set. By the end of the level, you were the proud owner of a platinum relic.

“NO WAY!” Bumblebee goggled at the screen. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

You stretched victoriously, “Years of practice. You know, if you play the second game and jump on the head of the polar bear in warp room two ten times-”

Bumblebee tried to look as if he was hanging onto your every word while internally, he was freaking out. How had he never noticed how cute you were before? It was so obvious. Maybe you had a crush on him too? Wait- A CRUSH! Colour rose to Bumblebee’s face plates.

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. What if (s)he doesn’t feel the same? I need to know, right now. Why is (s)he still talking about the game? Can’t (s)he see what’s going on here?’

Unable to be patient and wait for an opportune moment wherein Bumblebee might learn if you had feelings for him, he dove at you, pressing his lips against yours, making you let out a muffled yelp.

Pulling away, Bumblebee stared at you, waiting for you to say something. Blood rushed to your face, turning it beet-red. You squeaked as blood started trickling from your nose.

“Primus!” Bumblebee screeched, jumping back.

“It’s okay,” You tried to explain, cupping your nose to catch the blood.

“HOW IS THIS OKAY? YOU’VE BLOWN A GASKET!”

Bumblebee practically drove off to get Ratchet, forgetting his comm-link in his panic. You meanwhile, were left to mop up your bloody nose and search for an explanation by the time Bumblebee came back; all in all, it wasn’t the smoothest first kiss.

The Jet Twins

Jetfire and Jetstorm were listening intently as you talked about the movies you were going to show them back at the base. You had a feeling they would like your old favourites as much as you did. The twins both loved that you took the time to teach them about Earth media and its origins. You were like a walking dictionary of what was cool and what wasn’t, yet if they liked a character or plot that you didn’t, you welcomed the new opinion.

The three of you came to a busy crossing where you had to wait for the traffic lights to change. As you chattered away, the twins gave a small nod to each other, indicating that it was time for something they had been planning since Megatron’s defeat.

Bending down to your height, they simultaneously kissed your cheeks. Afterwards, your head swivelled from Jetfire to Jetstorm, who were both grinning triumphantly.

“I- I- Uh-” You opened your mouth to say something more, but nothing came out. Instead, in a rush of nerves, you crumpled to the floor in a faint.

Jetstorm picked you up, watching you curiously, “Brother, I think she may have-”

“-overheated, yes it seems to being that way,” Jetfire finished his brother’s statement.

“Do you think her cooling fans are to be working?”

“I am thinking that human fans may be slower than ours, brother.”

“Let us be carrying her home then.

“Yes, lets.”

With that, the twins took turns to carry you home, each eager to hear what you thought of their kiss once your heating systems returned to optimal condition.

Blurr zipped back and forth in front of your house, waiting for you to come home. He had repeatedly run this one stretch of path for four hours; he’d been at it so long that the path was a mess of tire marks and scraped concrete. Far too anxious to stop for even one second, Blurr remained a prisoner of his thoughts, running to keep a hold of his sanity.

During the war, Blurr was only consumed with thoughts about the Decepticons. Now that those dark times were behind him, Blurr had time to think about other things… mainly you. He’d always known that he had liked you as a friend. You were one of the few people that could keep up with his fast mind and faster mouth after all. However, he had only realised that very day that he liked you.

Blurr hated the anxiety of wondering what you would think of him romantically. It made him erratic, like there was a swarm of scraplets living in his brain, threatening to tear him open from the inside out. There was really only one solution and that was to tell you how he felt; whether you accepted or rejected his affections, Blurr would at least have an answer and that would be enough.

Finally, Blurr saw you coming around the corner of your street. He rushed forward to you and started jabbering.

“(Y/N),IhaveromanticfeelingsforyouandIthinkyoumayreturnthemifyoujustgivemeachance.Itdoesn’tmatterthatwe’refromtwodifferentspeciesifwedon’tletitmatter,therehavebeenweirdercouplesinthepast.Whati’mtryingtosayiswillyougooutwithme?”

You stared blankly at Blurr. Usually, you were able to keep pace with his fast talking but there was no way to understand the fast-paced speech he had just given you.

“Excuse me, what?” You asked, dumbfounded.

Panicked by the prospect of repeating himself over such a delicate manner, Blurr pressed his lips quickly against yours, pulling away just as fast to stare at you.

Only a few seconds later, blood started dripping down your nose. Blurr was sure he had hurt you, and cursed himself for his behaviour, starting a rant about human fragility, though you only caught snippets.

“BLURR!” You shouted exasperatedly, surprised that the usually confident bot was so nervous now. “I’m fine, it’s just a little nosebleed. I- I like you too.”

Blurr, somewhat exhausted from the override of emotions flopped onto the floor. After cleaning your nose up, you laid down next to him and the two of you relished a few minutes of calm, each momentarily lost for words.

Sari

You and Sari walked through the park on the way to meet the Autobots for a game of improvised baseball. As you talked, you noticed how subdued Sari was. She hadn’t been herself all day; clearly something was on her mind.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You asked, drawing her attention back to you.

Sari sighed, then forced a smile, “It’s nothing (Y/N), don’t worry about it. I guess I’m just distracted.”

“C’mon Sari, something’s bugging you. You may as well talk about it. I won’t judge, whatever it is.”

“I know you won’t. It’s just… I was thinking about by dad.” That first sentence seemed to unlock a flood-gate as Sari began spilling her guts, “I just worry that one day Megatron might want him back. What if he decides to take him again? My dad is totally defenceless, and he could end up building something way worse than a space-bridge. I get that it’s not likely, but I still worry, y’know?”

“Hey,” You said, grabbing Sari’s hand reassuringly. “It’s all gonna be okay. No more bad stuff is gonna happen to you, but if it did, then you’ll have the Autobots to help out, and me as well, even if I can’t punch Megadork through a wall.”

Sari giggled, and smiled at you. You always knew what to say. She only wished she had a way to show you how much you meant to her. Blushing at the idea that just crossed her mind, Sari kissed you before she could lose her nerve.

As soon as her lips left yours, you let out a nervous croak, fainting soon after. Sari stood over you for a minute.

“Hmm.” She prodded you a few times in a small attempt at waking you up. “That didn’t go exactly how I planned.”

She called the Autobots to let them know that she would be late to the baseball game due to an ‘unexpected delay,’ and then she laid down on the grass next to you, awaiting the moment you would regain consciousness.

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[paperstarwriters]

Transformers Fantasy AU

So, I’ve seen a few things on here starring human bots in a medieval AU where Optimus is king and Bumblebee or someone else is prince and I REALLY like the idea, but consider:

A medieval fantasy AU where Bots lived with humans.

In this world there were a wide variety of creatures. Dwarves who lived in the mountains to mine precious minerals, Elves who lived in the forest and learned from the plants magic, and the Cybertronian race with keen psychic magic and lived along with Humans.

Humans were to the Cybertronains (Who’s names were shortened to “bots”) as Dwarves were to Elves, the latter group skilled in magic and seemingly more advanced than the former. Dwarves and humans were not blessed with magic the same way bots or Elves did, but they were still highly competent, Something you were determined to prove.

You had spent years learning your own hand in mental magic, willing yourself to catch up to what the bots were born with. From there you spread to Elven magic, and spread what you learned in your small town. Today, you were before Cybertron city gates and you were going to study with the great, with other magical scholars. It wouldn’t be your first encounter with snobby stuck up scholars, but it would be your first with ten foot tall metal ones.

The bot at the gates appraised your papers, giving you time to eye the black and white colors of his metal the bots you’ve seen so far were so multicolored, some glittered with the colors of the sea while others burned with reds and yellows like the bright noon sun, yet in contrast their eye colors, (or as your studies showed optic colors) were very limited. Either red, blue or occasionally gold.

The soldier bot gave a mock cough, bringing your gaze back to the papers in his hand which he was currently waving in your face. He muttered something in his mother tongue (something undoubtedly mean), before he switched to your language.

“Your papers are all clear human, it seems I will be seeing you in Iacon later today.” He made no clear expression of joy or distaste as he nodded, and opened the iron gates.

It moved smoothly, unlike the wooden gates of the less magically inclined human cities. The metal making a resounding thud as it opened like the jaws of a beast. People milled about the colors of the people especially bright against the plain grey of the city buildings. You had to lean back to see their tall towers searching for one out of many that may house the great hall of records. Eyes so high in the sky, you didn’t realize the more pressing problems on the ground.

It was an acknowledged fact that the heightened mental ability of the Cybertronian race and the metal their bodies were made of allowed for them to morph and change their body. According to many articles the true source of this ability and most of their magic is from a part in their body which they call a transformation cog. It allowed some to transform into a creature that could fly without flapping their wings, or carriages and carts that would not need to be drawn by horses.

You barely dodged the red blur of a bot, driving along and cackling, another bot following after, this one however seemed more kind to unfortunate bystanders. Stopping right in front of you. It gave a series of irritated beeps in a language that you did not know. It didn’t sound like Cybertronian and it certainly wasn’t a human language.

“Bumblebee!” a deep voice called out. You glanced behind you to check if the red car would respond, but it was long gone. Instead, the black and yellow bot transformed to a height of at least seven feet tall. That made sense, they were colored like a bee.

Your Jaw dropped as a large blue and red bot approached in it’s ‘alt-mode’. The current leader of a Cybertronian group known as the Autobots, and a well renowned scholar before he was given his position. Optimus Prime. Apparently, a prime was the equivalent of a king for humans, and he stood before you by the city gate, far away from any castle. He unfolded himself transforming into a more humanoid figure and towering high above you.

Bumblebee made a few more beeps, which he seemed to address to you before he turned to the Prime. He nodded his head in understanding, while you remained confused. You were rather sure one of the abilities of the bots’ magic was that they had the ability to automatically translate, like the Elves had learned to do with animals, and sometimes even plants.

“Human, we apologize for the inconvenience. Bumblebee was in pursuit of a decepticon, and was calling after them, I assure you he was not upset with you.

You bowed, unsure if it was the same meaning of respect for the bots. “No problem, your majesty. It was my fault for not paying attention.”

The Prime tilted his head. “Majesty?” Any other comment he would have had was quickly swiped away as bumblebee chirped up once more, a series of energetic chirps and beeps that Optimus was quick to respond to. “Yes, that is a good idea Bumblebee. Human, to make up for the accident, would you mind if we took you to your destination? It should be safer than wandering around, not all bots are so quick to stop as Bumblebee is.”

“Oh, sure, thank you,” you cut yourself off from repeating the majesty statement. Perhaps it did not work the same way.

Nonetheless, the prime nodded, speaking up once more as Bumblebee transformed. “My name is Optimus Prime, although you seem to know that.” he smiled at you, a very faint quirk up from the corners of his mouth, before he folded himself up into his alt mode. “Where would you be going today?”

“I was informed there was a magic lecture at one of the schools here?” Your meek reply was met with a torrent of enthusiastic beeps that made Optimus chuckle in response.

“It seems we have the same destination. However, as the lecture will be later in the day, Bumblebee is proposing that we go and show you around Iacon for awhile, unless you would rather wait at the school?”

“Oh no, a tour sounds great.”

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A few notes:

so yeah, the magic system for Cybertronians is psychic magic which allows them to have better control over their own body than most other races. I like to imagine that Shockwave is a Magic Scholar who is learning to channel their magic into another person’s mind. The civil war with the Decepticons is definitely still going on, it’s just not as bad in this moment. Optimus is cautious and alert against any possible threats, but he didn’t see Knockout steal anything or harm anyone (besides you) and while he did not brush off the event he’s killing two birds with one stone- keeping the human safe and going on patrol.

Also, yeah, as stated above, The ability to invade someone’s mind is not yet present but the spell to alter and translate language is. I think the spell is mostly focused around the head, and even though the person is speaking their native tongue, others hear it in a language they understand. In Bee’s case however, he isn’t speaking the right language to allow the translation spell to work properly. Since it’s made by Cybertronians it is attuned to their language.

Now when it comes to vehicles, I tried to avoid using the term car or similar ones as that clearly does not exist yet, but the Cybertronians are in their original alt modes, not copies of human vehicles, but the type they had on Cybertron.

Yeah, that’s all I’ve  got, I may continue this little story, but I’m open to do headcannons, character or world wise for this au, and try to answer some of the questions. If you have an Idea though please send it my way.

This work is more fitted to TFP (but i did slip a bit of prowl there) so if you have info for the other continuities feel free to fill me in, or make your own take on this. Just tag me, though I wanna see

I saw a bit of @milagrosen‘s royalty au for bumblebee and that’s kinda what this was based off of. Really love their art

#Transformers Fantasy Bots au #Transformers prime #Optimus prime #reader insert #bumblebee #Prowl #Knockout #Royalty au #Fantasy au #magic au #TFP #x reader #technically but not really? #Fanfiction #no edits #Transformers

[iveryafterdark]

Day 128

Part 11, Nameless werewolves. [semi-Long]

Last Part. Next Part.

Ever since the little hunting disaster with Relis and Vaitelin, Time had been doing his best to avoid being recruited to go on another hunt... not that it was difficult. The second they stepped back into camp Relis made sure everyone knew about his broken ribs, so no one had been expecting much of him of late. It had only been about a week, though, so, eventually, that would change.

"I don't think you should be going around patrolling yet, you still have a broken rib." Bear cautioned, though he was starting to sound more like whining with the amount of times he had said something similar. While the dark-toned man wasn't wrong about the rib situation that didn't mean that he wasn't capable of keeping their borders safe. Even with a broken rib, he was still more powerful than any mortal was.

"You worry too much, stop being such a mother-hen." he responded dismissively to the guard, who frowned deeply in response... or Time assumed he did. He wasn't really bothering with throwing the shadow-man a look to check. It had been a little under a week, and for the most part his lungs felt fine again. Gods heal faster than mortals, another week and it would be like it never happened.

"Last time I was careless you got hurt." Bear responded, voice low but pointed. Time pretended he didn't hear him, it was a reasonable thing to do with how quiet he was now speaking, as much as he liked Bear he might have to do something about his penchant for seeing him as needing protection. Despite the, occasional, complaint from the brown-haired man the walk existed mostly in silence. It Seemed Bear wasn't so eager to talk anymore... maybe thinking too much. Time would leave him to it, which meant less of Bear worrying a hole through his ears.

The young-god's attention only snapped back to reality when the werewolf stepped in front of him, arm out to stop him, growling at.. someone. Time rolled his eyes at the bristling guard, clearing his throat and pushing Bear to the side as gently, but firmly, as he could manage. Another stranger stood several yards away, hands raised to show innocence, dark brown eyes watching Bear warily.

"You! Finally worked up the courage to show your face, little stalker?" Bear spat, crossly, Time couldn't help but think that he was just taking his frustration out on the guy. This 'stalker' dipped his head deeply, eyes lowered to the ground, posture poor as if to make himself look smaller. If he stood up straight he would probably be about Time's height... which, yeah, he supposed that would make him 'little' to Bear but he had been named that for a reason.

"Lashing out needlessly, Bear? Let's, at least, see what he wants before you verbally abuse the man." he chided with a light tone, he had been disapproving of the guard enough today no need to put him in a further bad mood. The lack of response told him that he was willing enough to allow the man to speak. This 'stalker' was a fair-tanned man with hair almost as dark as Bear's in brown, short and messy. The most interesting thing about him, however, was the excessive amount of body-paint he was using. White-ash mask over the majority of his face, as well as his hands, wrists, throat, and chest, bright yellow and black stripes cutting around the back of his hair, and arms, that reminded Time a bit of a Bumblebee. This guy didn't look very threatening to him.

"What can I do for you, little bee?" he asked in an amused tone, ignoring the disgusted snort from Bear behind him, the stranger's dark brown eyes went wide at this and he dipped his head further down. As if to apologize for the momentary eye contact.

"Your defender is right to look down on me, to call me such things, I have been following you for some time now." his voice sounded uncertain, but Time didn't focus as much on that as he did the words themselves.

"You've been following me?" his voice harder now, a slight threat.

"Yes." another dip of his head like a duck bobbing in a lake.

"For how long?"

".... Since you first stepped foot into the meadows.. when you met the Robin." Time's blood went cold in his veins at that, the almost constant sensation of being watched that he had attributed to the new territory? It had been this guy following him around like a ghost. How had he went this entire time and not noticed that he was being followed? The young-god turned his gaze to Bear for an explanation.

"I noticed a few nights ago, he's really very good at being a rat."

"Why didn't you let me know we were being tailed when you found out?"

"I... didn't want you to worry about something like that right now?" A question, that same almost guilty look he had worn when Time first met him. The implication in Bear's words were, also, not lost on him. He didn't say anything because of his broken ribs... they'd discuss that later, right now they had a mouse to deal with. Time turned his sharp, orange, eyes back to the strange man. As soon as the attention was back on him he seemed to scramble to say something before Time could.

"I meant no harm, I merely followed you because being near your group makes it safer for me to travel."

"If you wanted safety you should have returned home." his harsh tone caused the striped man to wince. "Why reveal yourself now? You've been in hiding for several months, why change something that's been working for you?"

"Because..." the stalker glanced between him and Bear, before carefully approaching only to stop in his tracks a few feet away when Bear began growling defensively. The man kneeled on the ground, not unlike Robin would when she prayed, and raised both of his hands up to Time like one would in offering. It was a strange thing, he could feel the power connection with even just this gesture, something he had seen but had never been involved.

"Because I am a man with no name, no family to speak of, but I have worth." ah, one of the unfortunate, untrustworthy, people forced to walk the world alone due to the nature of their existence. Not a single soul to vouch for them. Often treated as criminals and chased from cities both human and otherwise... and it was strictly forbidden to give one's self a name. A hangable offense.

"I am an honest man, I am loyal, I will give you everything I have to offer. I just need a chance." His plea was soft, heartfelt, full of pain, and loneliness, and desperation.

"You say this but by the very nature of your existence there is no way to prove any of your claims. You could be a criminal, a madman-" Bear responded, distrust on his voice, Time held out a hand to quiet him. The striped man's eyes seemed only honest, a small amount of hope in them at the gesture.

"You ask for a chance, the opportunity to prove yourself?"

"Please-" he sounded on the verge of tears. "-that is all I ask. Just one." a long moment of silence followed, Time sizing the nameless man up, before nodding shortly. He had never seen such a look of pure gratitude and relief before than the one that followed.

"You already know the way back to camp, but you should walk with us this time." the striped man rubbed his hands across his face, looking at Time like he was as important as the sun, before getting to his uneven feet. Hm, the white marks on his hands and face hadn't budged despite that, maybe they were actually tattoos and not body-paint. The yellow stripes that went through the back of his hair was definitely painted, though.

"What are we going to tell them when everyone expects him to be introduced? He has no name, and I'm sure some of the others won't be like being around an unclaimed." Bear, again, voice unusually hard.

"Leave that for me to worry about, Bear." the man opened his mouth, but at the warning look he was thrown just sighed.

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While there had been some raised eyebrows when Time offered no introduction for the new member no one made a particular fuss about it, going about things as usual as the sky began to darken into night. The bee-colored man was following him closely, like a lost pup, seeming to be afraid of being left alone with the rest of the group. Understandable, considering the past experiences that he had probably had with other large groups of people. Due to the constant following, and looks of sheer gratitude he was getting from him, Time noticed rather quickly when the nameless man went missing while the rest of the group was sitting around the fire to eat before bed.

Like usual, Astaria, Felis, and Surie were sitting in a half-circle talking, telling bad stories, worse jokes, and laughing loudly together. The three were nearly inseparable at this point. Near them was Vaitelin, who would briefly exchange insults with Astaria throughout the night. A weird relationship those two had, Time wasn't going to even try to parse out if they loved or hated each other. Sitting close to himself was Robin; who was acting stranger and stranger as more time passed, Relis; who was sitting on the ground instead of on the log like everyone else, and Bear. In the beginning, the nameless man had been sitting next to him as well but, at some point, he had dipped out. A sense of doubt stabbed through his rib, had it been a mistake to trust him? A man with no one willing to claim him or vouch for his goodwill? Was he really dangerous like Bear had believed?

Bear seemed to sense the thought process going on in Time's mind and gave him a knowing look, at least he had the decency to not look smug about it.

"Think I made a mistake on that one?" he was expecting a quip, or a snappy response, or an incredulous look, but instead Bear just looked conflicted and shrugged.

"He... seemed genuine to me." uncertainty, a complete reversal of the confident distrust he had shown earlier.

Time decided to wait beside the fire for the rest of the night, the rest of the group retiring to bed one-by-one until it was just him and Bear waiting.

"You should really get some rest-" the yawn was loud enough to cause him to wince and shuffle a bit further away from the werewolf. "-you aren't gonna heal any better sleep-deprived." it was probably more along the lines that Bear was exhausted and didn't want to stay out any later.

"You can lay down whenever you want, Bear. I'm not forcing you to stay up." the guard just blinked at him in an unamused manner, before rubbing his eyes and stretching. Seems he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was starting to think he should just lay down to allow the poor man some rest when a rustle caught his attention.

Turning towards the sound was a figure, with dully-glowing brown eyes. The oddness of the silhouette caused him to bristle, Bear growling beside him, but the familiar gesture of the being just... kneeling with hands out caused him to pause.

"Do not be alarmed." it sure was the same nameless man from earlier, voice soft.

"What happened to you?" Time narrowed his eyes at the shadow, trying to better decipher what he was seeing.

"I was... hunting?"

"Was that a question?" Bear growled shortly beside him, he didn't seem tired anymore.

"I... took down the buck that tried to attack you." the nameless man added, shifting. Ah, the oddness of the silhouette was him hauling a... full-grown deer on his shoulders. Surprising, for a man that height.... even if he was, obviously, a werewolf.

"You.... managed that all by yourself?" a short nod, in response. Time eyed the unclaimed werewolf warily before gesturing for him to come closer. In the fire's light it became more obvious the situation, by the looks of it the man had field-dressed the buck and skinned it, the cloak draped around his shoulders. Once the striped man stood only, about, a leg-length away from the young-god he kneeled once more and presented a thick bear-leather bag that he had been holding at his side before removing the deer cloak and placing it on top as well. The nameless man closed his eyes, muttered something Time couldn't hear, before pushing the hunt to Time and bowing deeply to the ground. An offering, the first he had ever received personally, the gesture made Time felt like he was breathing ice-cold water in the best way. Like he was drowning in ether. He sat stunned for many seconds, staring blankly at the offering and the nameless man, before blinking the tears out of his eyes.

"I underestimated you." Time said, even his voice felt different. Smoother. It must sound different too because Bear was giving him a look. The striped man sat up, though he was still kneeling, cautiously looking at Time with the reverence that Time had only seen directed at his own father before.

"You've proven yourself in my eyes, I see no reason for you to walk the world nameless and shunned. I will claim you, vouch for you when needed." his brown eyes were shining. "I think the name... Hercules suits you just fine, don't you agree Bear?" the dark man blinked, like he didn't understand what was happening, before nodding.

"Welcome to the pack, Hercules." the guard agreed, dipping his head in greeting. Hercules, as he was now dubbed, looked like he was in sheer disbelief. Like the world had suddenly stopped making sense.

"Unless, you would prefer something different, of course?"

"No!" the reaction was so quick it made Time raise an eyebrow. "No, Hercules is... perfect. Thank you, I will not disappoint you." he was grinning, the first time Time had seen him do so, sheer joy on his face.

"Now, everyone else is asleep so I think you should join them, you'll be no use to us dead on your feet." a deep nod, but Time doubted someone who looked so excited would be falling asleep anytime soon.

#wolvden

[larosepompon]

A Lasting Bond - Werewolf! Johnny x reader

You loved visiting your friends or going travelling with them, whenever you could. This summer was no exception – a promised warmth saw you plan a little trip up to Yorkshire, to explore the countryside. Best friend Tiffany sitting beside you in the little rental car, you both coo at the quaint cottages and villages you pass by to your destination. For a young pair, it was an odd choice but living in London,  the bustling city and hodgepodge of traffic and tourists wears everyone down after a while. Pulling up the gravelled driveway, your faces lit up at the small cottage backing onto the woods that was now yours for the next week. Tiffany had suggested coming all the way up to Yorkshire as one of her old school friends, Taeil, had relocated a while back for a job. Said that he felt more at home than ever before. Taeil had arranged for you two to meet some of his friends for a round of drinks down the local pub that evening, to welcome you both and celebrate together.

After settling into the back bedroom, you opened the French doors and gasped at the beautiful view of the garden full of blooming wildflowers, backing onto the woodland. It looked and felt so alive under the afternoon sun, butterflies and bumblebees snacking on nectar, flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

“Wow” you exhale before taking in a big breath of fresh air, stepping out into the sunlight, smelling the flora. “Tiff, come look at the garden!” you holler, peeking around the doorframe in search of your best friend. She was sat in her room, looking puzzled at a pair of ripped-up jeans in her hands. She turned to you as you entered the room.

“I found these in the wardrobe…” her voice wavered. Absently thumbing the tears in the fabric, you picked up the jeans with an equally confused look on your face.

“They literally look like someone has torn out of them…” you pause. “didn’t you say that Taeil hooked us up with this cottage? Maybe he knows who’s they are?”

“Or maybe he’s into some really kinky shit, y/n. Who knows!” she cackled. Shoving the clothing back into the wardrobe, you both waltzed back out to enjoy the warm afternoon before going to meet the group of boys.

It was about 6pm when you parked outside the local, “Ye Olde Starre Inn”- Tiffany seeking out Taeil and the others while you headed to the bar to get drinks. It was a little rowdy as most Fridays were, full of those who had finished their work for the day, when someone brushed shoulders with you by accident.

“Oh, I’m sorry” came a smooth voice, hand resting on the small of your back in a gesture of apology. You glanced over to reply when you were met with a young man who towered over you, soft black hair flopping into his chestnut eyes. Plush lips turned up into a smile. Struck by his handsome features, you floundered for a moment before letting out a breathy it’s ok. Saved by the barmaid, your stupor was broken as you got yourself a glass of wine and a beer for Tiffany.

Walking around the corner to the lively booth, Tiffany and the boys cheered as you approached them with drinks. Tiff made room as you sat next to her and a guy who Taeil introduced as Taeyong, who seemed very wide-eyed and a little shy. An hour or so into the evening (and a second rose later) you kept on sneaking glances at the chic, tall guy from the bar – only to find his eyes locked on yours. You felt the heat of your blush creep up your neck as you smiled shyly his way, before composing yourself and pottering over to sit with him in a burst of confidence. Noticing his eyes following you as you walked over.

“Hi – I thought I’d try to mingle…” you proffered, sitting in the seat opposite him and his friend. “It’s Johnny, right? And you’re… Jaehyun?” giving your trepid guesses as the wine fogged your memory. Jaehyun laughed lightly, dimples settling into his smile.

“Ooo, well remembered!” Johnny added as he chuckled, tipping his glass toward your own. “Do you want a top-up?”

“Oh, yes please! if it’s ok”

“Sure! Jaehyun - it’s your round, man!” Jaehyun gave him a look and got up to run the errand but not before Johnny patted his butt for good measure. His eyes cheekily glistened as you giggled at their exchange.

There was something wild, daring in Johnny’s eyes – the way his gaze bore into you made your heart beat just that bit faster.

“Y/N…Y/N-“you rapidly blinked and shook your head slightly.

“God I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” A wry smile worked its way on to his face.

“I didn’t realise I was that pretty” he chuckled, pretending to preen his hair. “Are you ok though?” For the first time that evening, he touched your hand: the move causing a rush to ripple through you. Johnny’s eyes widened as if he felt it too. Swallowing thickly, Johnny removed his hold reluctantly before swigging down the last of his beer.

“What was that?”  you enquired.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

You scoffed. “Of course you do – you felt it too, right? I’ve never had that feeling from touching somebody before.” You watched as he looked sheepishly away, clearly trying to avoid the subject.

“…it felt like…like I knew you. Like a pang of…o-of need…” your voice betrayed you, coming out quietly. Your lashes fluttered as you cast your eyes to your lap, blush tinging your face and neck. Johnny set his glass down and cleared his throat, gaining your attention.

“I need some fresh-air, do you want to go outside?” He tried nonchalantly, standing from the table while shoving his hand in his pockets. As he made his way to the entrance, several of the guys gave him a quizzical look.

Taeil and Yuta knew something was amiss and nudged Taeyong, who was conversing with Tiffany. As you stepped into the evening air with a pinch of trepidation, Johnny and Taeyong shared a long, stern look before he followed suit.

“y/n, what happened back there - it’s not something that I can explain so easily to you right now. Please just…trust me on this. I’ll come over tomorrow evening and we can talk about it then.” Your brow furrowed as you held his gaze, Johnny’s words coming out too ambiguous for your liking. “Don’t worry, honestly. It’s nothing necessarily bad, just…unusual.” He weakly smiled down at you, running his hands down from your shoulders reassuringly.

Little did you know just how unusual it’d be.

Evening fell the next day and you found yourself alone, bathing in the tub, looking into the wilderness. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a blur of movement through the trees. Stilling, the only sound audible were the taps slowly dripping in the steamy room. Coming into the clearing was a large, odd-looking wolf. Your sharp intake of breath echoed around the bathroom and you sat forward a little more to get a better look. Instead of being scared, you felt intrigued - there weren’t any wolves in England at all to your knowledge, but wow was this one beautiful. Slowly, it sat down and looked on at the cottage, seemingly at your figure through the glass. You rose from the bath and kept your gaze on the animal as you took a fluffy towel and wrapped it around your nude form. Striding back through to the bedroom, you glanced out of the French doors to see if the wolf was still outside. To your surprise, it begun walking up to the house calmly. As it drew closer, it dawned on you what seemed so odd about the animal; it was far too large to be ordinary with eyes that almost seemed…human.

When it neared you, your hand acted on its own accord, pushing down the handle and letting the door swing open. Raptured, your mouth parted silently in shock as the sizeable animal just padded into the room and sat in front of you. You feebly brought your hand up to stroke its head, your heart beating wildly in your chest – and it let you, keening in the back of its throat. A small laugh of disbelief bubbled up inside you as you fell onto your knees, fussing the black fur beneath your fingers. It was all so strangely familiar, something in the far corners of your mind telling you that you knew this wolf like an old friend.

“I’ll have to tell Johnny about you when he comes over…OH GOD! He’ll be over soon!” you realised the time, pushing back onto the bed for leverage to stand. As you turned around, the wolf whined and gently bit the corner of the towel for attention. Unfortunately, that was enough for the cloth to fall away from your frame. Grabbing all too late, you sighed and picked up the towel from the floor before sending an exasperated look to the animal now making small happy circles before darting through the house.

“Hey come back here!” Haphazardly trying to dress yourself for Johnny’s appearance, you didn’t feel like chasing an overgrown wolf around the Cottage naked. You were dreading the inevitable crashes to ring through the accommodation; however, the most alarming noise made your hair stand on end instead. A groan and an almost wet, cracking sound followed by somebody panting in the other room. As much as you hated being that horror movie trope, you found yourself grabbing the nearest heavy object and slowly moving towards the sound.

“Who’s there?! You better not have hurt him!” shaky voice sounding none too confident, another manly groan sounded as you need the kitchen.

“Y/N - it’s me”

“J-johnny?! What happened?” You crossed the threshold, only to see the man crouched on the floor, covering his privates. “Jesus Christ - why are you naked?” With your free hand, you covered your eyes. Heat creeping up your face. “Where’s the wolf gone? I swear he went…

…in…

Here…”

The realisation dawned on you, your hand moving over your mouth and eyes widening. Johnny looked a little sheepish as he got to his feet, clearing his throat as you stared at him.

“I can expla-“

“This doesn’t have anything to do with yesterday, does it?” you snapped at him.

Johnny paused for a moment. “it does.” His height now seeming a little intimidating without your heels on and with his nudity. “I didn’t mean to change here in the kitchen, but we should really talk. I hate to ask but is there a bathrobe or anything that I could wear?” he chewed his bottom lip as he stood there awkwardly, noticing you gawking at him.

“you’re a werewolf…” you stated through your mild shock.

“Yes.”

“Oh god - you saw me naked!” everything came back to you, feeling like you could die of embarrassment.

“uh…well, ditto.”

Suddenly, your clothes felt too tight, the room to warm as your head spun. Seeing you stumble and fall backwards Johnny reached out and caught you in his arms before you hurt yourself. There was concern painted over his features, scanning your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself getting lost in his, Johnny’s arms and hold so warm and comforting. Though you barely knew him, there was that lingering feeling that you felt connected to him in some way.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, thumbing away a few stray hairs from your face. Sighing, you practically melted into his hand forgetting the situation.

“Johnny…what is this? We don’t even know each other but I feel so strange.” Your voice sounded so far away, dream-like as he stroked your hair.

“Let me put something on and I’ll tell you, ok? It will make the situation a little more comfortable.”

Smiling down at you, you took in more of about his appearance - the plump bow-shape of his lips and kind eyes; sharp, strong jaw and what look like the softest hair imaginable. Acting on impulse, you reached up and threaded your fingers delicately through his hair, watching as Johnny relaxed and leaned towards your palm.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. The words fell off your tongue completely sincerely, looking up at him through your lashes.

“That should be my line.” His voice, though quiet, resonated through you. Johnny straightened you both up and followed you to the bathroom to find a robe. Mugs of tea made, you both settled on adjacent sofas before he began.

“So, unfortunately you found out about my urm…unusual ability by accident. But along with being how I am physically, it also comes with other various differences.” He said to take a Pause while you sipped your tea looking on at him.

“I was born like this, but it didn’t really evolve into the transforming stage until a few years ago. Which is when I found Taeil and the other guys and they pretty much became my new family.”

“Wait a second – all of the guys are wolves, too?” you thought about Tiffany, hanging out with Taeil tonight, wondering if she knew anything about his disposition.

“yeah but you have nothing to worry about there.” Johnny waved it off in the most blasé fashion. “The thing is, there are few other traits that make me different from you - besides the whole turning into a wolf thing.”

He sipped his nearly cold tea before continuing. “We’re definitely mentally and physically stronger than regular humans, but that whole ‘silver will destroy us’ myth, is exactly that. The main thing that you need to know though, is that each one of us has someone we form a special connection or bond with. It happens at some stage in your life but you don’t know with who or when. It’s like fate decides the whole thing.”

You find yourself pressing your lips into a thin line, figuring out what he was telling you. “So what you’re saying is…”

“Y/N, the reason why you suddenly felt those things and are still feeling them without explanation is because you’re the person I’m supposed to be bonded to.” Clearly you took the wrong moment to drink tea, the milky beverage choking your windpipe as it went down the wrong way. You splutter out: are you sure?

“Of course I’m sure - we can both feel it right?”

“It’s just so confusing Johnny. I barely know you, we only met yesterday yet my heart and gut are telling me that I’ve known you for so long and that I should love you…” You honestly felt like crying, this whole situation far too much for you. Johnny got up and plonked himself on the sofa cushion next to you, mugs of tea forgotten on the table beside you both. Reaching out to envelop you in his embrace.

“I know it’s strange, but would you accept me? Are you willing to try?” He held you close to him and you relaxed into the soft towelling of his bathrobe. Burying your face into the crook of his neck. Johnny smelled fresh and earthy, with some citrus warmth that seemed distinctly him. Mumbling into his skin, Johnny gave an airy laugh.

“What was that?” He pulled you back slightly.

“I said: Yes. Only because I’m single and curious and God help me – these feelings are driving me insane!” your heart was pounding against your ribcage, the close proximity of the two of you warming the atmosphere and the evening.

“Can we stay like this for a while?”

You indulged Johnny with your company, finding him gently nuzzling your neck and face. You found that having him near, holding you, calmed you down and made you feel safe. A soft growl emitted from his throat and he hugged you tighter. Far from being scared, you found your fingers finding purchase in the back of the robe, clutching the fabric in case he let go.

“…You know I’m only here for a week, right?…” A little huff broke the silence in the room.

“I know.”

“Well” you swallowed “what will we do about…this?” You gestured, Johnny responding by stroking your hair.

“We will work things out. I promise. We’ll both have those strange feelings of longing if we’re apart but trust me on this, I’ll sort something out.”

It was an odd thing, to feel so deeply trusting of a near-stranger yet your instincts ran so deep within. Warm and comfortable, you eventually fell asleep curled up in his arms; the almost-giant putting you to bed before settling atop the covers beside you.

You both awoke to a surprised gasp and a clatter of Tiff’s phone dropping as she didn’t expect to see a man on your bed, let alone one that was scantily clad in just a robe. Johnny practically jumped up, making sure he was decent – meanwhile you blearily opened your eyes, oblivious to what was happening.

“Oh Tiff, you’re back.”

“Well spotted, Captain Obvious – can either of you tell me what John is doing in your bed?” Tiffany crossed her arms and leant against the door frame, her long hair brushing over her shoulder.

“Technically, I was on top of the covers” Johnny interjected, smirking.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in only a dressing gown though…” You and Johnny shared a look as you awkwardly conjured up a story for his lack of clothes.

That afternoon, after Johnny had been sent home (with the promise to return the robe) Tiffany asked you to join her on a walk out on the dales to take photos. A little breezy, you popped your hair back into a bun and trekked into some woodland.

“I saw this beautiful waterfall online, Ayesgarth I think – I’d love to find it and get some pictures in before it gets dark.” Tiff shouted back to you as she ventured ahead. Summer meant long days but the forest got dense toward the centre, meaning you both had to be quick to get the best lighting. The air smelt so fresh and green – reminding you of last night with Johnny. You relished in the crunching under your walking shoes and listening to birdsong with the distant trickle of water from the stream.

“Hey hun, I didn’t ask you about Taeil – did you notice anything odd about him at all?…” Tiff turned toward you, camera in hand.

“No, he seemed exactly like I remember him. Why? Something wrong?” She gave a puzzled smile as she glanced at you.

“not at all, Johnny just said he’s a ‘goofball’” you air-gestured to her, making your friend burst out laughing.

“oh my god, please don’t ever try to imitate his accent again – that was terrible!” You slapped her arm in jest as she doubled-over, cackling.

“Wow, thanks Tiffany. Please don’t tell John, though…”

You both had fun messing around, taking photos of the waterfall and paddling in the brook when you saw a flock of birds startled out of the trees ahead of you. Your eyes were drawn immediately to the area when Tiffany gasped, hand over her mouth beside you. She shakily pointed to a large, tan dog of some sorts on its hind legs picking up speed before it got on all fours and made its way, leaping over the stream ahead. While your best friend looked quite shaken, you on the other hand stood there in awe, wondering secretly whom it might have been.

“Did you see that?!” Tiffany whispered harshly into the air, her hand going to clutch onto your arm.

“I-I did…” As much as you wanted to divulge your knowledge, you withheld your tongue. The butterflies in your belly swarmed with the kept secret but you knew that Tiffany wouldn’t be able to handle it seriously. “Come on Tiff, let’s get home. I doubt that thing means any harm.” Slowly but surely you both made your way back to the cottage and relaxed with a few glasses of wine. Alcohol starting to taint your mind, the topic of discussion fell back to what you both saw in the woods that afternoon.

“You know… I had a look online and there’s quite a few local stories and conspiracy sites about things in the woods here…like werewolves and stuff.” Tiffany was at the edge of her seat, poised eagerly with her glass of Shiraz. “it’s crazy isn’t it?” You saw the humour glint her eyes, her mind trying to block out what she really saw in the woods. She gave a nervous giggle into her glass as you looked at her, chewing your bottom lip.

“You know, Tiff, I’m sure it was just something we couldn’t see properly. There’s loads that scientists etc haven’t discovered yet – as well as loads of people playing pranks. You never know.” You tried your best to console her with your white lie. Guilt bubbled a little inside you but you knew it was for the best.

Once she had settled down, you both called it a night and retreated to your rooms. You gave a deep sigh as you sat down on your bed, reaching for your phone, forgotten on the bedside table. Five messages – mostly from Johnny and one from an unknown number. You fumbled to unlock your phone, realising the message was from Taeyong.

[Hi Y/N, It’s Taeyong here. Johnny gave me your number. I think it’s important that we have a chat before you leave, come to our house tomorrow afternoon so we can take you through a few things. I’ll send my address below. Have a nice night J - TY]

You called Johnny the following morning munching on your breakfast while Tiffany was out on a morning jog (“to get more of a feel of the countryside” she said). You were a bit apprehensive about meeting everyone now that you knew their secret, not knowing how they’d react at all.

“I just feel like I’d be the odd one out. Is it even normal for a regular human like me to be bonded with you?” your spoon stuck in your mouth, contemplatively. Johnny’s voice came tinny through the line “It happens more frequently than people might think. I mean – how many of us do you think there are compared to you?” a jovial chuckle on the end of the line made you roll your eyes, attention going back to your half-soggy cereal in front of you.

A slight weight in your gut settled uneasily as you pulled up outside the ‘packhouse’. It was a beautiful, large country house with flint walls bordering the garden, Apple and pear trees lining the walkway. The door opened as you approached it, revealing Johnny sporting a soft smile. Seeing him in a loose button-up and hair soft and tousled made your heart leap.

“Hey – thank you for coming over.” He pulled you into his arms, resting his head atop yours. You breathed in his citrus and savoury scent, mentally preparing yourself for the talk with Taeyong. The inside of their home was clean and cosy, surprising you as it was just a bunch of guys living there. He lead you into their kitchen where Taeyong was filling the kettle.

“Tea?” he smiled, handsome and lightly scarred features pronounced by his grin.

“Yes please Taeyong, Thank you for inviting me here.” Johnny pulled out a chair for you and took his own right next to you, opposite the leader. His warm hand was on your knee for comfort as Taeyong settled the steaming mugs on the table.

“Now – as I’m sure you know there’s a few things we ought to discuss. Please don’t feel anxious over it, your scent will make us uneasy, too!” he squawked out. You felt a little more at ease from that, knowing that they weren’t making the mood too serious.

“First of all, I want to congratulate you two! I know it may seem confusing right now but this is such a wonderful thing to happen. It can sometimes take decades to find that someone to be bonded to – others just find they have to settle and never have that magical connection.” Taeyong’s eyes lit up as he spoke. You and Johnny glanced at each other as he continued. “Y/N, we’re happy to accept you into our little family so long as you know that you can’t tell anyone about what we are. There are some crazy people out there who have watched too many movies and to hunt us. Speaking of which – I should probably let you know that what we have is hereditary; you won’t turn into a werewolf when the claiming is complete.” Taeyong wafts his hands casually, as if he said the most obvious, mundane statement.

“Hang on, c-claiming?!” You gawked at them both, red as a tomato.

“Yes, the claiming. All bonded pairs have to.” He sipped his tea, looking at you over the rim of his mug. “We’re only wolves by birth, no matter if one of the pair is human, the recessive gene is rather strong and passes down quite well.” You sat there, looking down into your mug before looking over at a very sheepish Johnny who looked as red as you were. He cleared his throat, voice sounding quite soft. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll take care of you… I didn’t want to mention this until you came over here, I’m sorry I kept it from you.” The look in Johnny’s eyes was earnest; a touch afraid of rejection yet he looked so endearing, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be scared off.

“Johnny…” You muttered softly. The pull in your chest was so strong. “What else do I need to know?” He smiled at that, the joy spreading across his face as you settled back in your seat to speak with their leader some more.

Taeyong was smiling softly at the both of you as he gathered his thoughts. “There is one rather big factor of the claiming process; it’s an old tradition that it should be under the moonlight in the woods. We have a secluded clearing we use for this purpose, Yuta and his mate Sicheng were the last couple we inaugurated.” You took his words in slowly, cogs whirring in your brain to process everything. “By we do you mean…”

“The whole pack has to bare witness, yes.” You had no idea how Taeyong was so calm explaining the whole ordeal. Not an ounce of embarrassment on his face. “You have to understand that we do this not only as a tradition but as a celebration. It’s a beautiful thing to be bonded.” Both men took your hands gingerly, Johnny’s thumb smoothing over your knuckles while Taeyong was steadfast with his hold. “It would mean so much to us if you put faith in us – we mean you no harm.”

“When I saw Yuta and Sicheng, sure I was a little embarrassed being younger” Johnny supplied, “but it was wonderful to see them so happy and for the bond to grow. Sicheng is also a werewolf but he’s on business now in China. It must be such a strain on them to be far apart for a month, I’m just glad you don’t live that far away.” Johnny leant forward to lay a kiss to your temple - a small but welcome gesture. You squeezed both their hands reassuringly.

“I admit it’s a lot to take in. You all have been nothing but kind to me so far, so I’m willing to go through with it – even if I’m really embarrassed by it all.” You all laugh as you finish speaking, Johnny’s arm coming around to rest at your back. It was a strange if not surprising turn of events for what was supposed to be a quiet getaway.

You found that Tiffany at the pub with Taeil and Donghyuk, schooling the younger boy on how to make cocktails and lamenting that the pub didn’t offer any. Tiff’s squawks of laughter could be heard as soon as you stepped through the door, making you grin. She was always so loud and animated.

“I can hear you from a mile away!” you laugh as you go to kiss her cheek before greeting Taeil and Donghyuk. “Tiff, are you teaching Hyuk how to be an alcoholic? He’s only 18 – he’s barely gotten used to beer!” Donghyuk scowls playfully at you as you ruffle his hair.

“Hey, I just said I prefer sweeter drinks and these two started giving me recipes like they were bartenders” he sulked, sipping on his strawberry Koppaberg.

“Hyukie is exaggerating, we only taught him what went into some sweeter cocktails when he asked. Oh, since you’re here – he said that he saw you two yesterday when he went mushroom-picking!” Taeil had a surprised look on his face when he saw that Tiff frowned and you were side-eying him worriedly. Tiffany went quiet and stared into her Chablis, pressing her lips together before she spoke. “Really? We didn’t see any…people on our walk yesterday. Did you just see us passing?” She turned to the teen, hand clasped over her crossed knee in suspense.

“y-yeah. I had a bucket with me and was passing by the edge of the woods when I saw you both go in; thought it was best not to disturb you guys.” His hand scratched the back of his neck in nervousness. “Why? What, did you both see something?”

“No! No….nothing. Just some animals, that’s all” Tiff quipped, not missing a beat.

“I’m going to get myself a drink, Hyukie can you come with to help carry the rest?” In order to break the awkward atmosphere, you dragged Donghyuk by his elbow to the bar. Once safely around the corner, the teen groaned in frustration. “Ugh, why did he have to say anything! My god, for the oldest, he sure is stu-”

“Look, he made a mistake. I just hope that she doesn’t doubt your white lie…” Waiting to be served, you cast a sympathetic look at him hunched over the bar with his hands in his hair. “So, you have a red coat, huh? It’s really unusual.” Donghyuk peeks up at you through his hands, smiling.

“You like it? I thought they’d make fun of me at first but all my brothers say it suits me.” A satisfied smile paints your face as the bartender interrupts you. Laughing at one of his jokes, you both return to the table with a drink in each hand for your group. Thankfully, the pair seemed to be immersed in what seemed to be flirting with each other – you just wanted to have a laid-back evening among friends, taking your mind of what was to come.

Saturday finds you in Johnny’s room at the packhouse, admiring his vintage camera collection and a surprising handful of soft toys on a chair in the corner. It made you smile fondly at his creature-comforts. “Who are your friends?” You giggle, picking up a small, smiling whale toy.

“That’s Blue – he’s my best buddy” he squeezed the cheeks of the blue whale “I’ve had him for ages.” You looked up at Johnny, smirking.

“wow John, super creative name” came your tease, Johnny trying to tickle you in retaliation.

“Hey – I was young! Give me some slack.” He laughed, circling his arms around your torso. You looked up into his eyes and found him smiling beautifully down at you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as Johnny’s tall frame leant down to capture your lips with his, ample flesh melding so sweetly against yours. You felt your body sag in response, the pull of your bond making you weak at the knees. Your ears pricked at the sound of Johnny’s soft sigh, his arms running up your back to cup the back of your head. Every press, drag of your lips and the occasional lick had your mind reeling. You hadn’t been kissed like it for years, your fingers clutching his shirt in an automatic response to his ministrations. When he pulled away a soft whine came from you as your eyes peered up at him, a little glazed.

You couldn’t quite believe the feeling of calm that washed over you from the contact. It left you feeling comforted and at home. If that was just from a kiss, you silently wondered what the bond would feel like after you…after tonight. Even though the thought had crossed your mind that in a few hours you’d have to get pretty intimate with the werewolf in front of a bunch of people, your conscious and heart felt tranquil. You began to understand a little what Taeyong and Johnny were telling you, that this ‘bond’ was so special and something to be sought after. Somewhere deep down in your being was a warmth that was only apparent when Johnny was near.

“I have a gift for you” his voice was smooth and quiet, leading you toward the wardrobe resting against the opposite wall. The door protested as he opened it, pulling out a delicate white dress with small cotton lace detailing at the bottom. It was understated and natural, much like the woods were.

“It’s so pretty, thank you so much.” The linen felt soft under your fingertips, bringing the garment up to your frame to guess the fit. “Y/n can you wear this tonight? It’s in the tradition to wear something white when the ceremony starts.” Johnny took the dress to hang it on the door. You but your lip, eyes flitting between the garment and the man. “Would it make things better if I just wore this tonight?” Your cheeks burned at the thought, pelvic muscles contracting on their own accord.

“Please.”

You were led out to the middle of the forest unto a small clearing, where soft moss lay underneath. The pack were all in their wolf forms looking large and majestic, Johnny right by your side as you picked up your soft linen dress, not to trip over it. Sensing your slight nervousness, the large black wolf butted his head into your palm before stepping away to begin his transformation. Up until now, you had only heard him transform - it sounded painful and looked even more so: sinew and bone popping and ripping to reshape and form again. Johnny had mentioned in his room that his body had gotten used to it, that it no longer hurt. Within a few seconds his human form that you had grown fond of was rising from the ground in front of you; pectoral muscles twitching slightly as he took deep breaths to steady himself.

His tall, nude form towered over your frame, his hands coming to cup your face to place a delicate kiss to your lips. Your hands absentmindedly trail over Johnny’s honeyed skin, kissing him once more as he started to undo the buttons of the dress, letting it pool at your feet. Both of your faces were dusted with a pink hue, the thought of having eight of his pack mates surrounding you slightly nerve-wracking. Johnny lay you down gently on the bed of moss and clambered over your form with an almost predatory gaze. He doled out nips and kisses along your flesh, growling softly when he rolled one of your nipples in his hot mouth. Your hand tangled into his soft black hair, back arching when you felt his large palm cup your mound and two of his long fingers slip inside.

“Oh Johnny!” You moaned and felt him smile against your sweet skin.

“You feel so soft, my love” he quietly whispered against you, kissing your neck. They caressed the innermost parts of you, relaxing and stretching moist flesh for what was to come. Your small sighs dissipated into the night air, the others quietly looking on at you. You grabbed a handful of moss behind you feeling it give way as Johnny’s hot tongue connected with your clit, laving at the pink folds and under the hood. Your heard him grunt when you clenched around his fingers – loving every moment of making you fall apart under him. Right before your climax, he removed his digits, manoeuvring you onto your stomach. Sweet kisses were placed along your spine as you felt his weight settle over your form. Instinctively you raised your hind to him, feeling the warmth of his leaking member slip against your wet mound. There was a low, feral growl next to your ear that made you shudder, your very core was throbbing with a primal need for the werewolf to mount you and take you there in front of everyone. To mark you as his and to make sure everyone knew about it. With ruddy cheeks and misty eyes, you looked around at how calm his other packmates were, suddenly producing a guttural moan as in one fell swoop Johnny sheathed his girthy length into your heat. The soft, mossy floor was a welcome cushion for your face and limbs while Johnny kept you close to him, hips slapping against yours with his quick strokes into you. Every thrust hit your cervix with precision, making your tummy bulge at the hilt. Johnny’s chest was rumbling with his groans, skin a little sticky with exertion – his heady citrus scent surrounding you as you fell deeper into a lull of pleasure. Your eyes unconsciously rolled to the back of your head, feeling the pressure build inside of you that’d surely burst. That was when his hips changed their pace; deep and strong he went, fingertips moulding into pinkened skin of your hips to make sure you wouldn’t escape his grasp. “Oh fuck, y/n, my love. You feel incredible! Everything feels insane.” Johnny managed to pant out through his motions. A shaky moan drifted out of you as you gained enough energy to reply:

“so do you, John. Oh my God I’m so close.” Your nipples brushed the cool vegetation under you as you moved, sending small sensations right to where you needed it. Soon your hips gave way under the force of movement, causing a new angle that brought tears to your eyes with how deep he felt. You cried out when Johnny sank back into you, hips flush to your own as he caged you once more with his body. “Y/n, forgive me if this hurts” Johnny groaned as he delivered a particularly hard thrust. Before you had time to question his words, he bit down on your shoulder as he came inside you – right against your cervix. Your shocked cries echoed through the clearing, the werewolves around you sounding a howl into the night sky as the ceremony was finalised.

Safe. Cosy. Home.

A full ache pulsed through your body from your shoulder down to your knees, making you whimper as you woke. You certainly didn’t remember getting to bed let alone passing out. The warmth you felt over your stomach was none other than Johnny’s arm, as he lay snuggled into your side. You raised your arm to touch where the bite had been, finding a big gauze dressing covering the wound. Turning your head to face him your eyes traced the outline of his sleeping form: eyelids twitching gently with long lashes to frame them, the gentle slope of his button nose down to his deep philtrum and buxom, bow-shaped lips. It was then that you felt a swell in your heart, one that had already begun to bud and blossom – a feeling that felt so inexplicable yet natural you could only smile at him and stroke his black hair to stop yourself from thinking too deeply.

“Johnny….John, wake up hun.” He stirred slowly, arm pulling you that little closer as he nosed your shoulder, dropping a kiss there. A very gruff morning greeted you in return before he cleared his throat. “I want to stay in bed all day…” he grumbled, leaning over you to place a soft kiss against your lips. “hmmm. Me too but I am a bit curious how we got back here. Did I pass out? Last night was pretty intense, huh.” Your hand brushed against his cheekbone and he dipped down again to steal another peck or two. “Jaehyun carried you back and Taeyong cleaned us up. I was so tired but I managed to make it back at least before sleeping.” He chuckled.

“Usually I’d feel embarrassed but I’m just thankful they did – I wouldn’t have appreciated being left outdoors all night.” A wide grin settled on his features at your comment.

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty content being outside last night…” if the previous thought didn’t make you blush, this one did. Johnny made you squeal In shocked delight as he rolled the both of you over, under the sheets. Carefully wrapping you in his arms on top of him, you both snuggled into each others neck. You felt Johnny stiffen slightly as he inhaled “…My love. You have worry coming out of all your pores – what did I tell you before, hmm? We can’t stay away from each other too long now anyway because of the bond. Either I’ll move down to the city or we’ll find a way to make this work.” Your body sagged closer to his as he comforted you. In one way you wanted to know what it felt like; being apart from your lover apparently put a strain on your body according to what the others had told you, Yuta looking quite down at times as Sicheng was still away on business.

“It’s quite far, right? I just don’t want either of us to put our careers at risk, John. So much has changed in this short space of time that I can’t help but feel slightly anxious.” Letting out a short sigh you gave his shoulder a kiss. “If I can tell you honestly, my work is freelance – it’d probably benefit me if I moved to a bigger city, especially London. There’s a lot more clients that want photography work there.” He chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “So let me sort out moving down there near you and we can go from there.”

Two weeks later you find yourself running into Johnny’s arms as he spins you around in the middle of Kings Cross station, onlookers giving you various glances as they go about their commute. For two whole weeks, there was constant pain and longing within you – it felt a little similar to your monthly cramps but gradually it got worse with each passing day. Whatever strange work of fate or magic it was that caused it, you were just glad to be in his arms and breathing in that heady citrus scent of his that you’d grown to cherish. It may have been a rushed, if not surprising start; yet in your heart you had a feeling that this bond was to last.

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