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assomoir · 5 years

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moment’s silence; common tongue

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x MC Summary: Theo spoils her rotten, but she wants to return the favor tonight. Note: The biggest MOST HEARTFELT thanks to @dear-mrs-otome for betaing this fic!! this is for u mrs o ily thank you for tolerating me crying about theo 24/7 and being such an enabler <3 Title taken from hozier’s song of the same name, bc who else can describe bj in graphic details as beautifully as he can. You can also find this fic on AO3. N S F W below the cut.

There’s the rustle of clothes as her nightgown hits the floor, followed by the creak of hardwood as she starts crawling to him; a slight, deliberate sway to her hips. Look at me, she demands of him, and he’s helpless not to obey.

(As if he could ever take his eyes off of her. As if he could stop himself from admiring how even in the brisk darkness of midnight, the moonlight spilling from his window kindly paints her in muted colors, like a masterpiece brought to flesh.)

“Theo,” she calls, her hopeful eyes belying the sinful nature of her actions, “let me?”

(As if he could ever say no.)

Intense blue eyes linger on the way she leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses all over his length, seemingly keen on destroying every last shred of his already fraying self-control. Watch with rapt attention as she curls her tongue over its head before sliding it down along the base as far as she can, taking him into her mouth. He painstakingly restrains his hips from bucking, fingers pressing deep crescents into the mattress he’s sitting on.

She takes a deep breath and slides further down until his cock is dragging harshly against the back of her throat. Hollowing her cheeks, sucking him and bobbing her pretty head up and down. Again, and again, gaining tempo as she gets bolder, until she is choking, gagging— and he suddenly pulls her head back, forcing her to release him with a loud pop that makes him shiver .

Strings of saliva between them glisten in the dark, and it takes him a moment to find his voice again.

“Are you okay?”

“Very,” she rasps, “I want more.”

He’s stroking her chin – smearing the wetness gathered there – when she catches a finger in her mouth and starts sucking soundly. Defiantly telling him she wants, needs, more. He rewards her eagerness with a kiss, replacing his finger with his tongue, drawing her into a leisurely foxtrot he’s leading her on. Coaxing impatient moans that douse them both with liquid heat.

When she peers from behind her lashes, his desperate countenance – marked harsher by the fangs protruding from his jaw – is a sharp contrast to the way his hands gently cradle her burning face and the questioning gaze in his eyes.

“You’ve always been so good to me,” she bends down once again to leave kitten licks on his impossibly hard length, mouthing wetly at the salt and musk that fill her senses, “I— I want to please you tonight.”

Without waiting for an answer, she slowly takes him again. The weight of his arousal inside her mouth satisfies a certain ache inside her chest – one that has been nagging her since day one, when she realized how generously endowed her lover was. Or perhaps she’s only doing this because she just wants him to lose control; to treat her like something made for his own pleasure for once. It’s somewhat sweet, she thinks in her dazed state, how someone so rough and dominating finds release in pleasuring her to exhaustion.

But she wants to return the favor tonight.

She hears him takes a deep breath before murmuring: “Are you sure?”

She knows, God she knows what he’s asking. From the tone of his voice, from the way his hand starts stroking her hair – seconds away from grabbing a handful of it, should she let him – she knows how loaded that question is. She nods in affirmation and moans for a good measure; wanting him to feel every breath, every quiver that stutters out of her throat.

The effect is near-immediate: Theo stands up – choking her in his movement – and tugs her hair harshly as he slides his cock further into her mouth, and she’s once again drowning in him. She revels in his low groan, at how the tip of her nose almost brushes against the patch of fiery hair on his belly, before he finally starts fucking her mouth like she wants him to.

“Do you— ah, think about this often, hondje? ” he asks, hips thrusting in a languid pace. Unhurried. Trying to see how much she will be able to take. The question earns him a muffled moan that vibrates around his cock, and he knows it needs to happen again.

His thrust grows impatient after a while, pushing deeper, more frantic, more desperate, but this time he doesn’t stop even when she starts choking from the intensity of it all.

“I’m going to come,” he warns, the stutter of his hips tells her how close he is. But she just grips his cock and starts sliding her fist along his shaft as her mouth works faster, eager to bring him over the edge. When he comes, his back arches, pushing his length further down her throat – but she happily, contentedly, swallows all that he’s willing to give.

Her throat is so sore she’d probably speak with a rasp for the next several days, her jaw is aching, and spit is running down her chin. But she’s still so turned on.

Theo obviously knows that, she thinks, because then he kisses her forehead and just throws her naked form down onto the bed. Their eyes meet for one long second before he leans down and sucks at the mound of her breast, a hand teasing the other one. The slow, calculated suckling and caress sets her head spinning so much that she eventually tries to stifle the sounds escaping from her mouth. At this, he looks up, releasing the reddened bud with an unamused look on his face.

“I want to hear you.”

“But wh—”

She doesn’t get to finish as he roughly pinches her already sensitive nipple, the responding cry swallowing up the rest of her sentence. When she feels the sharp twitch of his cock, half her mind somewhere far away thinks that maybe, maybe, he does want the other men to hear.

“You’ve been so bold tonight,” the smirk returns to his face, “let me see more of that.”

“Theo,” she whimpers, because the other half of her lust-addled brain is still quite mortified at the idea of being heard by the rest of the residents, “just— just kiss me? Please?”

At this very moment, he’s willing to bet the entirety of his reputation that not a single man in this damned world would be able to resist that. The way her eyes gloss over with pleasure, the little tremble of her legs, the gorgeous disarray that is her hair— how can he look at something so beautiful and not want to be the cause of it forever? He swallows a quip about rewarding a well-trained dog and kisses her instead. Firm, but not enough to muffle the sounds she makes. Can’t help but smile when her moans tell him that this isn’t enough.

“Godverdomme,” he murmurs into the kiss, sending a rush of electricity down her spine, “you have no idea what you do to me.”

But she does, for Theo’s touch on her skin is nothing less than pure worship. He spreads her legs open and slowly slides one, then two fingers into her dripping core. Curling, coaxing, moving in and out; slowly at first, his thumb kneading the sensitive flesh above it. Reveling in every facial expression she makes. Savoring the sensual staccato of cries pulled from her lips as he teases her.

The sight leaves his mouth dry, and his fangs are itching to sink themselves in her.

“You— you can, bite me, you know,” she suddenly tells him between moans, somehow noticing the bloodlust boiling just below the surface of his skin. He gives her a particularly rough thrust for that, and her words become feverish. “I t— told you, you don’t need to– ahh, wait for p— permission…”

“…Is that so.”

The death of me, he muses, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Theo bends down to lick a spot on her thigh, and while she’s distracted by the fingers fucking her with a punishing pace— bites. The warm liquid filling his mouth tastes so sweet, almost as sweet as the sensation of her walls clenching impossibly tight around his fingers, or the way her body trembles as climax overcomes her; the first of many to come that night.

(He, too, feels as if he could come from the sight alone.)

They lay breathless for a while, bodies slick and spent basking in the afterglow. She closes her eyes and lets his gaze wander upon her: sated, contented, and undeniably his. The quiet of the night and the lazy lines he traces on the delicate arch of her waist nearly lull her to sleep— that is, until he pinches her cheek with an amused smile that sobers her right away.

“Hondje. You already please me as you are.”

“….oh!”

It takes a moment for her earlier words to flood her memories again, and when they do she buries her flushed face into his chest, still rumbling with laughter. He holds her tight, so tight that the frantic thrumming of her heartbeat is mirrored vividly against his own.

“Hey. Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he warns, a cocky grin plastered in place. She squeals his name and bursts into a peal of delighted giggles, face alight with such joy Theo feels like he’s falling in love with the sun.

The absolute death of me, he quietly thinks, and fully believes in.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire theodorus #ikevamp smut #i cant believe we dont have nearly enough theo smut in this fandom #or vincent #I WANT TO LOVE THE BROS #also pls dont @ me abt the dutch ksjhshdsnsdkk #my writing #theodorus van gogh

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isobel-thorm · 3 years

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More nonsense but in that last Mandalorian recap I realized I gave the barely-a-fic I’ve been doing a plot hole, and even if three of y’all care I fixed it bc my writing brain is finally, finally working again. Behold, the worst summary:

Refusal of the Call

In which Din has a request, and Raza and Cobb share a brain cell with different degrees of success in its usage.

Din stared across the table at Raza and Cobb, trying to figure out just how to present the thing he had been hesitating to ask the last few hours. Din had bitten the bullet and returned to Mos Pelgo after the speeder debacle so the speeder could get repaired and he could get some rest so he wasn’t caught as unawares again. But now he was about to depart so he intended to ask at the last minute so there could be less damage. For all involved. It has been nice enough, he could admit, but the sight in front of him made him think back on the last thought he had about the dynamic, and well, now that everything had calmed down and he could make clear connections, well, there was something obvious staring him in the face. He turned his attention to Raza. “I need you to do me a favor.”

Her smile was immediate, kind. “Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“I need you to take the kid.”

She beamed. “You got it,” she looked at The Child. “How about that, Little One? You stay here with Aunt Raz and Uncle Cobb when your daddy goes off to do something dangerous?” she looked at Din. “For how long? Couple of days?”

“As long as you can take him. Life, if you can.”

Her response was immediate. Her smile dropped instantaneously: “No!”

It was matched perfectly with Cobb’s incredulous “What?!” and even the Child made a squeak that sounded stunned and offended.

Din sighed. “He’s… somehow a Jedi. He needs to be with his people-“

“Mando, I’m not his people. I’ve only known one of his kind and -“

Din started to stand at the comment, completely forgetting the Child was in his lap for the moment. He scrambled to catch the Child, only to find that Cobb had already lunged for him, gotten a hold of him and had set him in his own lap instead. That was another reason he was certain he was making the right choice. The kid would be raised loved and protected if he did this. It was much better than his current situation. Though the fact that Cobb leaned over The Child what looked like protectively against him and was giving him a warning look didn’t quite sit well in his gut. Even The Child looked distressed, which made it much worse. Maybe he’d wait to see about the species mate. Maybe that would work better than a Jedi. “You’ve seen his kind before?”

Her response was guarded. “A long time ago, when my father brought me to an old Jedi for a game of catch up- and to see if I could train.”

“Where is he now?”

“Was. Was in Dagobah. But he’s long gone, I’m afraid. Died… must have been ten years back now. My friend Luke might know more. He’s one of us, too. I can ask if you’d like but with my skill, well, lack thereof. it might take a while.”

Din sighed again. So close and so far. He thought that would be it, he would be home free, the kid could be safe with his people who would understand him, keep him on the right path. It was finally getting to him just how many plans had gone wrong. At least this one didn’t end up in mayhem or bloodshed. “No, that’s…” what could he even say. “He needs to be with you, your mother- Jedi. Decent Jedi. And I don’t mean in skill.”

“We’re barely Jedi, we don’t count.”

“You’ve got decent covered, though. You’re all I have. And some understanding is better than none.”

“And you’re all he’s got. He’s your son.”

“He’s not.” His heart broke at the honest to god distressed sound the Child made. “He just… needs people who are better for him.”

“You’re the best for him. You can have him get trained in the Force without severing any sort of relationships. It worked for me... more or less.”

“I took him with me to fight the Krayt Dragon,” Din objected.

Cobb finally spoke up. “And he loved every second, if I heard right.”

Din turned his attention to Cobb and tried to convey annoyance through the helmet.

It worked, judging by how Cobb tossed his hands up in the air. “What? He did! He only got scared the one time. That’s saying something.”

“Yes, it’s saying he’s getting used to danger. That’s a problem,” Din looked back at Raza.

“No,” she repeated, firmer than the last time.

“Cobb wants children,” Din blurted. If the other man was going to throw him under the bus, he’d do it right back. “Told me last night when he had a couple of drinks in him. You can get your wish if you take the kid.”

Cobb gaped at him, then looked at Raza frantically. “Now hold on a sec-”

Raza put a hand out to silence him. “And that’s our call when the time comes, not yours trying to pawn off the kid.”

The Child cooed at that, sounding hurt, and Din’s heart broke again. It’s for him. It’s for his safety. “I just want what’s best for him.”

“You’re what’s best for him,” Raza replied.

“Doubtful,”

“So the next best thing is dumping him off with strangers?” Cobb cut in.

“We’re not strangers.”

“Funny, you told me the opposite two days ago,” Cobb deadpanned. He sounded… off.

“I just… trust you both with his safety… and knowing what to do with those powers of his.”

Cobb scoffed with enough venom in his tone that it alarmed the other two. “You’re asking us to sit by and let you abandon your son, Mando,” Cobb finally cut in. His voice sounded dangerous. “It happened to me, my parents dropped me here right after having, and I I’ll be damned if I sit by and let that happen to this little guy that I’m already fond of.”

Din’s stomach twisted all over again. So that was why he had been so quiet, why he was holding the Child so tightly during that conversation.

Cobb continued. “If we’re not strangers after all, you won’t ask that of us. So don’t you dare. Ever. And honestly I’m pretty damn disappointed in you that you made it this far.”

Well now this was bound to end like all others had. So mayhem, then. He opened his mouth, then shut it. “I’m not trying to pawn him off, I-”

“Sure sounds like it.”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Take. Your. Damn. Kid,” Cobb replied. He passed the Child over to him, the Child himself whining at the sudden shift in energy.

To her credit, Raza did too. She gave the Child’s head a reassuring rub, then looked at Din. “Look, we get it. We do. And we know you care about the kid. And that’s another reason why we can’t do that to you. Or the little one.” She went to pull her hand from the Child, but the Child reached up in order to keep her hand there. She sighed, then passed her hand over his head lightly. “You two will be fine, you can make it through this. You’ll help him find his way. It’s just not here without you.”

Cobb’s eyes flicked to his, not at all losing any of the annoyance he had built up.

Din sighed. Those two were tough, but they made fair points. There was no sense in arguing. There was no way Raza and her mother were the last two around. She had mentioned Luke. Luke Skywalker, he supposed. That was a start. “I suppose you’re right. We’ll be fine. We’ll make it through. Won’t we, Kid?” He hoped it sounded convincing. He opened his arms. “Come on Kid, we have to go.”

“Wh-“ Raza’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re leaving from here? You were actually going to dump him and run?”

“Would’ve been easier on the both of us,” Din admitted quietly. He only took small comfort in how Raza’s face shifted from growing anger to sympathy. At least he had that. Cobb was still glaring at him. He opened his arms. “Come on, kid. We have to be back to the Crest by nightfall.”

The Child pouted for a moment, mourning the soon to be loss of the pets, but got up on the table, waddled over and let Din put him back in his sling.

“We’ll walk you out, make sure you don’t dump him on one of our doorsteps,” Cobb commented drily, rising to walk with him all the same. Raza joined them, and they all gathered by the speeder, just like they had the last time.

“I won’t. You’ve got nothing to worry about, message received, loud and clear. He stays with me,” Din assured them. He took the Child’s carrier out and set it on the floor of the speeder. Then, carefully, eager to out some physical and emotional distance between them: “Thank you for the hospitality. We’ll meet again.” He got into it and fired up the engine, and without another word, pushed off and started making his way through the town.

The Child popped his head out of the bag and waved goodbye to the other two, and they waved back half heartedly.

After Din was out of sight, Cobb sighed heavily. “Kriff…” Another pause. “That reminds me, we gotta go to Mos Eisley this weekend. Ma invited us for dinner. She asked me to ask you to bring the stuff to make that roasted nuna you made the last time.”

“Okay. You do know that he’s gonna kill you when he finds out that you lied, don’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. But you were floundering, I jumped in to assist. But I just lied to the guy. You mind tricked him. He’s gonna be more mad about that, I’m sure.”

“The kid’s not vocal. He’s not gonna know about the Jedi mind trick for a while. He’s gonna figure out the lie way sooner.”

“He’s gonna have to catch me, first,” Cobb countered. Then, carefully: “you think he and the kid will actually be okay? He ain’t gonna do something stupid?”

“See, that’s the good thing about my mind tricks. Most of the time they only work if there’s already some semblance of what I tell them in their heads already,” Raza answered. “They will be fine. He doesn’t want to leave the kid as much as he pretends he does.” She looked back at the speeder, already just a dot on the horizon. “He needs the kid more than he thinks the kid needs him. Part of him knows that, too.”

“That is… actually assuring. Feel like an ass for doubting him, though.”

“You’re in good company there.”

—-

A few months later, Cobb had been repairing part of his roof when he heard a few passersby talking excitedly about how ‘he’ was back. He was vaguely concerned for a moment until he looked over the side of the roof to see a familiar green and brown lump make its way to his doorway. “Kid…?” There was silence, an excited squeak, followed by Raza going “Little One!” inside. Ah. That “he.” No cause for concern then. Especially if he still had the kid. He hopped down from the roof, intent on finding the surrogate father, only to come just about face to face with him just outside the entryway. “Hey, our favorite Mandalorian returns. Good to see you. What brings you here?”

Din hummed. “Had some trouble in Mos Eisley before this.”

“Oh?” Cobb grinned.

“Trouble with a job. Had to stay the night,” he slowly turned towards him. “Met a nice old couple who put me up for the night. Eric and Noma.” Cobb stopped smiling. “Vanth. Who are very much looking forward to their son Cobb’s wedding in a couple of months. Noma’s been dreaming about it since they took him home from the Medical Pavilion.”

Cobb flinched, feeling the annoyance seeping from the man. He wondered if he should just start running now. “... Can I get a head start, at least?”

Din’s response was punching him in the gut, but he could tell he pulled it, so even as he doubled over, he tried not to laugh after the pain receded. “Okay, so it was a lie, a bit of a mean one. But hey, you’ve still got the kid, so we were right. He is yours.”

“That’s why you’re not dead,” Din answered. “Is Raza inside? I’ve got a question about… Jedi mind altering.”

Shit. “You gonna hit her for pulling that, too?”

“... … What?”

Cobb frowned, then looked at the kid, suddenly putting together that he had done something with it. Go figure. She had said the thought had to be there. “Nothing. Right this way. Help me up the step, I can’t move anything below my chest thanks to you.”

“Fine.”

#I dont know what to tag this #Ship: Robb #kinda #more just like their verse #Cobb Vanth

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hjbender · 5 years

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What foods is pregnant mer!loki going to crave? Human foods that make thor set up treaties with humans? Or just sea foods? And will thor build a sea shell bra for Loki? Bc its pretty and I imagine he would be jealous of other fish looking at Loki.

Take a deep breath, anon, ‘cause we’re diving in 💦

Tagged: underwater domestic fluff, mpreg, pregnant sea snakes, ambisexual merfolk, interspecies sex, lemon, pregnant mersex, worldbuilding, merfolk biology, large cock, hemipenes, lactation kink, humor; 2090k words

After the discovery of Loki’s pregnancy, Thor began preparing in earnest for anything and everything leading up to that momentous day. His people, the dolphin folk, were prone to strange symptoms when they were pregnant, and food cravings were a common occurrence. He vowed to do his best to keep Loki comfortable and happy during this time.

Loki was unconcerned. He was a sea snake after all, not one of the Dolfolk, and he fully expected to bypass all of the odd behaviors Thor described. Considering how well-developed his babies looked when he first saw them swirling in green mist above his cauldron, he was probably well past those stages anyway.

But that wasn’t the case.

“My people carry their offspring for over a year,” Thor explained, stroking Loki’s belly as they lay tangled together in a soft, comfortable bed of sea ferns. “Considering how extraordinary ours will be, it might take even longer.”

Loki sat up with wide eyes. “An entire year?”

“At the very least.”

His pupils shrank into horrified slits.

Over a year being pregnant? He couldn’t possibly last that long! The six little hybrids he carried in his belly already appeared to be full term. He was expecting this to be a short pregnancy followed by a quick, easy birth. A few good pushes and splish splash sploosh, out pop six wriggling tadpoles who instinctively knew how to swim and scavenge and survive on their own. Not that Thor planned to let them do that. No, the Dolfolk raised their young and lived with them for most of their lives, Loki knew. They had large extended families and their social structure was close and complex.

Loki, on the other hand, had never met his parents or any of his siblings. The Serpenians were a solitary, self-sufficient race who came together only during mating season once every few years. Pregnancies lasted a mere couple of months, then they birthed their snakelets in shallow waters and promptly abandoned them, allowing them to make their own way. Some of the young fell prey to the many predators and dangerous things that lived in the sea. The survivors endured and reached maturity, forming the new generation. Serpenian babies were born tiny but they were hardy and full of instinct. There wasn’t cruelty or malice behind these traditions. It was simply the way of Loki’s people, how things had been done for millennia.

But the babies Loki carried weren’t entirely Serpenian. They were part Dolfolk and they certainly shared their father’s gift for harnessing electrical energy, even at this early stage in their development. It made Loki wonder; if his babies were already this developed, then what were they going to do until they were born?

The answer was grow. Grow, emit occasional bursts of bioelectric power, and make their mother’s hormones fluctuate more times per day than the tide.

At eight weeks, three-quarters of the way through a typical Serpenian pregnancy, Loki’s sex drive suddenly increased tenfold. Thor was tremendously pleased by this and was ready at any given moment to offer his body to appease Loki’s needs. He had always admired (and envied) Loki’s hemipenes, the impressive pair of organs that everted when he was aroused, but it was the sweet little slit below them that he truly loved to lavish with attention. It wept for over a week, constantly producing a slick mucus that aided their lovemaking and allowed Thor’s pointed, 18-inch prehensile cock to seat itself completely inside Loki, causing his belly to bulge with its mass.

In this state of carnal euphoria, Loki would remain coupled with Thor for hours at a time, his tail wrapped around Thor’s while his sheath clenched tightly and milked Thor’s seed from him, eliciting as many as a dozen orgasms in a single hour. Because Thor could move his penis at will, he was able to selectively seek out Loki’s many erogenous spots and repay the pleasure. It was especially titillating to see Loki’s belly shift with his organ’s movements. Loki both praised and cursed Thor for his beautiful, beastly anatomy, weak moans of ecstasy on his quivering lips.

But even in the throes of intercourse, he still managed to retain a maternal concern for his unborn offspring.

“Oh, Thor, the babies,” he panted, heaving lungfuls of bubbles into the water as Thor’s cock writhed ruthlessly inside him, hitting all of his sweet spots at once. “Don’t hurt the babies!”

“The babies are safe,” Thor murmured. He stroked Loki’s back soothingly and nuzzled his neck as they lay belly to belly with one another, rocking against the sandy seabed. “They are sealed in your womb, and your womb will protect them. Do not fear. I cannot harm them.”

Loki pulled back a little to look down at his stomach, his small bump tingling with electrical activity. “But I can feel them moving. They’re jumping and wriggling and there’s so mu—ah! So much energy they’re producing!”

“They are simply excited that their mother is excited,” Thor said with a breathless smile. “After you climax, they will settle down and sleep once more.”

Loki smirked breathlessly and pulled Thor close. “Perhaps we can rock them to sleep.”

Thor growled in agreement and slowed his thrusts, rolling his hips in smooth, serpentine motions, just as Loki had taught him.

They made love in this way for another half hour until neither could last another minute. They climaxed together, Thor coating Loki’s overfull sheath with his seed; it leaked out around his softening cock and turned into cloudy white tendrils in the water. Loki collapsed into the sand, sated and happy, and the stirrings inside him gradually quieted.

At sixteen weeks, Loki was possessed by cravings. Soon Thor spent more time out hunting for treats than in his mate’s company. He worked tirelessly to bring Loki anything he wanted, often robbing fishermen’s traps and stealing from their nets. It was dangerous, Thor knew. The alliance between men and merfolk was tenuous at best and treacherous at worst. If he were caught, there was a slim chance he would be released. He would be forced to fight for his freedom and possibly his life. Though he was getting better at controlling his powers, he knew he could shock only a small crew to incapacitation. A larger crew armed with poles and pikes and clubs… that worried him.

And Loki worried for him as well. “Whatever you do, stay away from the Sandmaster. If you’re caught by him, you’ll never escape.”

Thor frowned. “The Sandmaster?”

“You’ll know him by his ship.” Loki’s knuckles popped as he wrung his hands. “It’s called the Sakaar, and it’s painted gold and blue and red. His nets are unbreakable. His traps bear the name of Gast. Stay away from them, Thor. Don’t even go near them. Promise me.”

Thor nodded slowly after a moment. “I promise.”

Loki continued to fidget. “It’s not just the Sandmaster you need to watch out for. I hear his brother keeps merfolk prisoner at a place called Knowhere Island. He collects them like trophies. He’s always looking for rare sea creatures to add to his menagerie. His ship is the Tivan and it has a black hull with white trim.” He placed his hand on his growing belly and gazed at Thor seriously. “I cannot raise our children alone, Thor. I need you. Our babies will need you. Please, stay away from those humans. I can do without lobster but I can’t do without you.”

Thor smiled at Loki tenderly and swam over to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Do not fret, Loki. I give you my word I shall return to you.” He passed his hand over Loki’s swollen midsection and sent a warm, comforting pulse of electricity to his sleeping babies. “To all of you.”

And he always did.

Thor never saw the Sakaar or the Tivan on his hunts, but he did come across a line of traps on the seafloor bearing the name of Gast. The contents were exactly what he was looking for—giant crustaceans that would feed Loki’s cravings for the next four months—but he recalled his beloved’s warning to him and the promise he’d given him. And Thor turned and swam as fast as he could.

There would be other traps. Nothing was worth risking his life over. Very soon he was going to be a father; he would have a family to take care of, a mate that would need him, little ones to raise. He wanted to be there for them. And by Aegir’s scales, he would be.

Sometime around the six-month mark, Loki returned to his lair after a day spent browsing the reefs to find Thor waiting with a grin and a curious garment to bestow him.

“It’s for your comfort,” he explained, slipping the beautiful sea silk and abalone-embellished brassiere around Loki’s flat chest. It was unusually loose in the front. “We call it a brace.”

Loki was puzzled by the oversized fit. “It’s very lovely, Thor, but what in the Seven is it for?”

Thor blinked. “It’s… for when your milk comes in.”

Now it was Loki’s turn to stare. “I beg your pardon?”

“Your milk. You”—Thor’s smile flickered weakly—“when your breasts swell and begin to produce milk. You will surely be sore from feeding six babies several times a day, and this will prevent you from moving about too much. And, er”—a slight blush crept across his cheeks—“it will deter unwholesome gazes. You are sure to be engorged as your date approaches, and certain males are aroused by the sight of a mother’s full breasts. The brace will offer a modest cover if you attract unwanted atten—what is so funny?”

Loki stopped chuckling and took a breath. “Oh, Thor. Serpenians don’t give milk!”

Thor’s excitement deflated faster than a popped blowfish. “Wh… but.” His eyes drifted down to Loki’s chest. “But you have nipples.”

“So do you. And like yours, they will yield nothing, I’m quite sure.”

To say Thor was sad would be a hilarious understatement. He was devastated. “But… but our babies,” he whimpered. “What will they eat? How will they survi—”

“Oh, Thor, Thor.” Loki smiled patiently and glided forward, wrapping his tail around Thor’s and resting his arms on his shoulders. “Dear Thor, fretful father-to-be. Our babies are sea snakes. Or at least part sea snake. They will be born with teeth. They will survive as I did, eating small creatures and plants. You worry needlessly.”

The heartbroken look on Thor’s face did not fade. “But I was… I was looking forward to taking care of them. Of you holding them close and feeding them. That bonding. I didn’t think. I never knew you…”

Loki snickered as Thor struggled for words, stroking his fingers through his flowing golden hair. “They shall be cared for. You and I will hold them and feed them by hand, and they will develop the family bond that is so important to your people. They shall know both our worlds and yet belong to one of their very own. Don’t despair, Dada. Everything will be fine.”

Thor grinned meekly as Loki kissed the corner of his bristly mouth. “Well, I… was also rather looking forward to playing with your breasts. I mean, er, massaging them, of course. Making them feel better. And I could help you get rid of any, um… excess supply.”

Loki arched a brow, already intrigued. “Hmm,” he purred, “so you are one of those awful, unwholesome males who is aroused by the sight of a mother’s full breasts, are you?”

“Only yours, Loki,” he answered, but his smirking face was a red as a boiled crab.

Loki laughed and locked his hands together behind Thor’s head, flicked his tail, and pulled Thor toward the dark bower of his kelp bed. “Why don’t we give it a try, then? Milk or no milk, you could still make a meal of me.” His tongue darted out and playfully brushed against Thor’s lips.

Thor went cross-eyed for a moment. He shook it off with a brilliant smile and slipped his arms around Loki’s waist, feeling the six products of their love press warmly against him.

“No, I will make a feast of you,” Thor rumbled, reaching down between them and palming Loki’s genital slit, finding it already slick and engorged.

Loki grinned sharply and pulled Thor backward into the waving stalks of kelp. They disappeared with a flash of blue and green tails.

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personagf-moved · 5 years

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alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs:

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week

h // horror yes or horror no: H O R R O R Y E S B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc.

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that.

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol

u // underwear colour: she be black

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho.

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back. also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

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thotvengers · 6 years

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<p>Bruce walks into the the living room. It is 2012. Nat keeps looking at him as if he had 5 corndogs taped onto him. Thor eat poptart. "HOUSA GOIN GUYS" Thor stands, poptart crumbs fall from his beard. "hello friend I am doing well" Bruce stares at Thors poptart crumbs and spit all over his beard. Its fucking hot. "Well thats good" Banner looked very nice today thought Thor. "Come join us banner" "Whet" "Join us for breakfast" Thor bends over the table as he says it "What" "Food" says Thor. He’s getting worried "Why is tony trying to cut open clints stomach with a butter knife" "And why is steve shirtless" loki appears out of nowhere "whats up asshats i live in the avengers tower now also nobody move because of the election coming up please i don't want you to go" "He’s what" Thor turns around and kills tony "What the fuck is going on here on this day" loki eats popcorn from the sidelines tony dies. " straight rights ! " Bruce freezes. He said a bad word. Bruce is having a breakdown. He is crying. loki legally has to kill bruce now Thor makes out with banner And protects him lokis takes out a knife Thor takes it loki takes out popcorn "What the heck is going on" attempts to kill bruce with popcorn "Wh" "AAAAAAAA" "Loki stop I know it’s a knife" "you know exactly what's going on. you said a bad word and now your time of judgement has come." "What the fuck Loki" "oh, you know," "Please take me now." steve perked up. " no swearing on my christian minecraft server " Tony is revived. "Hey anyone else think loki is.... kinda hot" "No" says Thor Clint turns off his hearing aid. loki bends over seductively "like what u see" steve sweats " i'm catholic sir " "yeah? and i'm a god" "I thought u were going to kill banner and I" Tony licks him lips hungrily. "zoo wee mama" Nat is doing her morning yoga routine dont mind her. loki sighs and turns to thor "look i had a change of plans i'm on a tight-" he winks at tony "schedule" Nick Fury from the back "im tired of these motherfuckin avengers in this motherfuckin tower" steve suplexes nick. :) clint barton is making out with phil coulson for whatever reason Bruce is still crying. steve jealously suplexes clint too Thor laughs loki is breakdancing in the middle of the tower, very aggressively Loki took Bruces shirt to bully him. Bruce is shirtless. His tiddies are out. Tony is revived once again to argue with Steve then they make out Bruce is crying. steve is crying he suplexes tony loki laughs at everyone who is crying Clint is crying out of confusion steve tries to suplex loki while he cries harder "im a virgin" steve says running out steve fails steve dies loki laughs rip captain America, steve had mehtalosmaisniadjhjsa loki films it and puts it on youtube and he is entitled to compensation he didnt even get to apply for aarp :( bruce says " anyone want to suck my tiddies " Bruce hanging from the edge of the tower. Bitch gonna fall. loki raises his hand Thor and Clint say yes "Help me" "Ok" Says Thor "do u want me to suck ur tiddies while ur dangling or nah" "No dont suck my tiddies" Thor helps him up "Thank you hero" bruce dabs "bitch u just asked if i wanted to do so" "You want a sex (:" natasha offers to suck his tiddies "No" natasha is :/ loki physically puts more grease in his hair From where from his ass his ass Steves dick is out. Schlap loki hears a car pull up outside. "whos that" tony says. "our new " loki replies. i walk up the stairs confusedly. this is the story of how i was sold to loki only on wattpad loki is eyeballing that dick DKCNDKNCKDNVB Schlap Schlap y/n shivered. where was i ? whow ere the avengers ? why were their dicks out loki laughs and brings y/n inside the tower Loki cast a spell and made everyone in the tower naked. no its valid No y/n cries " who are you, ugly bitch " loki slaps y/n on the ass "how dare u speak to ur daddy like that" loki looks down at your big ol' bobbies and licks his lips "they didnt tell me you'd be so attractive, quim". y/n blushes angrily "Why are we all naked" Thor covers his ears while Clint covers his eyes cus he cant cover his ears cus he cant hear y/n tries to run but bumps into tony " please help me i don't want to fuck loki " There is several schlaps of dicks in the room and the several flops from nats tits. loki chases y/n with a rubber dildo while laughing loki makes y/n scrub his balls y/n cries " rubber gives me hives " Clint shoots Loki again y/n is sobbing more loki makes u listen to ball scrubbing asmr before u go to sleep suddenly ant man busts in even tho he wasnt an addition to the mcu yet: "1-800-ARE-YOU-SCHLAPPIN?" y/n pretends to sleep so loki will leave Thor kills Loki "Somebody fuck me Im ready to not be a virgin anymore" ant man gets tiny and climbs in steves ass loki like the dramatic gay bitch he is fakes his own death y/n is feeling so much pain because ............................................................................... she was actually in love with loki " i will miss u, ugly bitch " thanos bursts thru the tower doors "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS" y/n smiles " please fuck me " Thor tosses lokis body out avengers tower loki comes back to life only to have his ribcage shattered by thanos instantly t hanos sees a very cute girl and gets shy and trys to hide his erection when he sees y/n bobbies Bruce already naked turns into hulk. "HULK WILL FUCK THANOS" y/n is bright red because she knows that prple daddy is staring at her b - b - b - boob Thor likes what He sees loki comes back once again from the dead to witness this t hanos has never bottomed before.... bottom for who Jesus No KXNCKDMFKV Wait Hulk takes Thanos and tries to fuck him. It doesnt work. dick too big loki makes thanos' asshole bigger so it can fit hulks dick Thanos punches Hulk and he turned back to Bruce. Thanos throws Bruce out the window. He is falling. "i guess that cute girl will just have to peg me now ;)" t hanos says Thor catches him y /n blushu blushued t hanos approaches y/n with his dick out " i - i've never done this before .................................................................... " y / n stuttered Steve gets in the way. "i'll be gentle" t hanos says "Y/n dont do this. Its a trap." t hanos shatters steves ribcage " why would you sya that !!! t hanos loves me !!! " Steve takes the risk and sacrifices himself for everyone. "Not In my Christian household" says Steve y / n cries and punches steve "don't listen to him he's lying" says t hanos He starts to suck Thanos Slurp Slrurrp Slrurirlrl0 Slruerlrle0 Sluuuuurp Shcluerp Shcjeleeu Shcleuepe t hanos blushes and moans y / n blushed again " i don't mind a threesome " Shxlueuuueerps Shxleueep Slurrrp Slcheullrlrulp Schlururup Shxlrurrrrruuup Shcluruueuuuuuurp Slurp Lick lick slruuuururp Slururjrrlrlr "jesus calm down i already blew my load 38 times now" I’m dying Blows rasberry Sluuurrp Sluuururirurp steve a thirsty bitch "hehe that tickles" "no" says t hanos as he rp fucks Steve blows into thanos'dick hole like a kazoo. Thanos dies. steve will make sure everyone in this house dies a virgin but him " NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Y/N SCREAMED t hanos dies Yeet " U DIDN'R EVEN GET TO PEG ME " Bruce is naked. this is how avengers 2 will go loki revives t hanos avengers 4... oop "Hey you guys want to all gang bang me" Thor fucks bruce " yes " "yes" says t hanos the avengers have an orgy except nat bc shes a lesbian" i've never eaten ass b4 " says y/n Nat is doing her yoga routine "its fun. let me show u" t hanos says to y/n "Im open for alliances" y / n blushes and touiches t hano's ass Clints Backup finally arrives t hanos spreads his cheeks hanos's bootyhole quivers Somebody is calling on the avengers phone. y / n extends the wet pink muscle in her mouth nervously Riiiiiing Rinnnnnng t hanos is already milking his own tiddies Clint leaves with Natasha with rats bites t Riiiiiiiiiiiing t hano's in the ass Natasha bangs darcy Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing "someone get the fucking phone i'm in the middle of something here" Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing " ah not there " Clint gets it "Hi! Its peter, is mr stark there?" Oh no whispers Clint "thats a child. i HATE children!" t hanos gets up and goes to kill peter Clint turns off his hearing aid again " i ate his ass dead " y / n "Im at the phone mr thanos sir" "hello child. i hate u." peter says "mr. thanos i don't feel too good" and evaporates "good." too late hes in the shadow realm " bye lol " AM He rescues peter and leaves Thor arrive. Naked. Hes very sexah. "now where were we" t hanos says and spread his cheeks again, open for business AM MEANWHILE IN THE SHADOW REALM everyone is dicks out Sam and bucky fucking the the dust realm. Ant man is dancing with his dick out. Drax and star lord are experimenting. with their assholes Lokis in bondage lowoki camera zooms in on bucky's face "at first i thought the dust world was hell but i love it here. thanks t hanos!" "it's free real estate" t hanos says bucky sighs " i love ur bald ass head sammy " "Then suck it fuckass" says sam "Suck my head hoe" Thanos arrives to the realm. "If you guys want to live then suck my toes" They all scatter like rats to his toes. Theyre all sucking them like cow utters PRESENT</p>

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stargazer, chapter 1

chapter 2 chapter 3

hi hello yes don’t mind me as i just drop a yondu udonta x reader fic and run…. tbh, a big inspiration for this comes from this fic here that I recently stumbled across just browsing gotg fic… which apparently was A Thing I Didn’t Know I Wanted. But it’s super good, I loved it and now here we are.

Reader is a terran trapped on Sakaar serving the Grandmaster, looking for a way out when a Ravager Captain is brought before the Grandmaster. Uh, there’s some spoilers for gotg vol. 2 and Thor: Ragnarok fyi. freshly newly titled and edited as of 11/30 bc i got too excited about posting it while it was still a draft whoops.

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You awoke strapped down to a silver chair, your wrists and ankles bound to it. You pull at them, but there is no give. The... thing standing next to you makes a sound of distaste. It looks like a cross between a red shadow and a beetle. It raises the metal pole it clutches in one of its four hands at you, ready to strike. Its vicious voice comes out from behind a dark blood colored thing resembling a gas mask, making demands you can’t decipher. You flinch and stop struggling while your heart furiously beats in your chest. You try to remember what happened. How you got to this bizarre looking chamber.

The last thing you really remembered was being out at the park, playing with your baby cousin you were paid to nanny. Your aunt had gone to work, to speak to a colleague from Culver's science department... You remember sitting on a park bench, watching your cousin go down a slide… and that was it. You couldn’t remember anything else.

The room you’re in looks like something out of a comic book or a Disney movie; there are bright colors, shiny and metallic, with huge windows offering a view of what looks like a never ending scrap yard, something out of Wall-E or Tank Girl.

"Ah, if it isn't Scrapper 1125," A voice calls out, followed by a clapping of hands, "I didn't know you'd be coming today." Your gaze follows the sound of the voice to what looks like a lean, older man with graying hair and blue markings on his face. He’s grabbed in blues, golds, and reds, the shiny fabric swirling about him as he walks. Beside him is a shorter, rounder woman with severely pulled back black hair, dressed in orange armor.

The creature beside you greets the man, and motioned to you with the metal pole, "I bring gift for Grandmaster."

"A gift you say?" The Grandmaster, as your captor had called him, stepped closer, until his feet brush yours where they are strapped down. "She doesn't look like a fighter."

"If not fighter than slave," The creature replies, shrugging, "She is no good as food. Too clean." The thing seems to leer at you through its mask, making your skin crawl at the way it says "clean".

"Um, I'm not sure I need any more prisoners with jobs..." The Grandmaster turns to his companion, "Topaz?"

"Send her to your brother. Or just melt her. Less muss, less fuss."

You can’t help the gasp of breath at "melt". What was going on?

The Grandmaster rubs his chin with one hand, bending at his waist until he is all but nose to nose with you, "Well, let’s see. What, uh, what talents do you have?"

"T...Talents?" You gasp, pushing your head back, trying to create distance between you both.

"Yes, talents, what are you good at?" He follows your movements, his eyes taking in every inch of your frightened and bewildered face.

You say the first thing that comes to mind, something you do every day with your baby cousin, something you love to preform and create, "I... I can tell stories?” It comes out as a question; you don’t know what’s going on or what this odd-looking man wants, but you know he somehow holds both your life and future in his hands.

The woman in orange, Topaz, scoffs but a glint shines in the Grandmaster's eyes, "You're a Storyteller?" You nod slowly, your heart beating its way out of your rib cage, your palms sweating on the armrests. "It's been such a long time since we last had a Storyteller..." The Grandmaster leans back, turning to Topaz, "I'll keep her."

Topaz nods, her lips pulled tight while she looks at you with very thinly veiled disgust. She switches places with the Grandmaster, "Welcome to Sakaar." The words are dry, with a buried malice. She pulls your hair back from your neck with one fist, and with the other jams something deep in the curve of your throat, sending waves after waves of shocks throughout your whole body. Once more in your recent memory, everything goes black.

When you wake, you ware in a small room, barely bigger than a closet, and your clothes are gone. Instead of your jeans and hoodie you wore to the park, you are dressed in a long, pale silvery blue dress. Before you have time to even consider what has happened now, that woman Topaz, is already at the door, ordering you to follow her. She tells you your new duties as she pushes you through long, red, white and gold labyrinth hallways.

"Every night, if the Grandmaster doesn't have company, tell him a story. Whenever he asks, tell him a story. You're here to entertain the Grandmaster with light, nonsense tales, nothing more, and nothing less. Fail in your duties and well... we won't speak of what happened to the last Storyteller."

"Wh-what happened?" The words slip from your lips before you can wall them up.

"He died." She smiles, a thing full of menace as she pushes you through an opulent doorway.

The room is filled with whites and golds, reds and blues. There’s marble floor and metallic walls, three doors and a large balcony with windows displaying nothing but blue skies with strange swirling celestial bodies hung precariously throughout. Seated at a vanity near a plush bed covered with pristine white pillows and plush bedclothes is the Grandmaster. Two women are currently attending him, both dressed in silver gowns similar to your own. One woman holds a towel with various combs and brushes, and what looks like bars of something, while the other woman with brown hair and pink skin brushes his hair.

"Ah, wonderful! My new, um, Storyteller." The Grandmaster smiles, studying you through his mirror, "Don't just stand there, please, come closer."

You do so, your hands clutching tightly to each other. Your palms are still sweaty, and your heart is still trying to make good on its escape. You stop behind him, angling your body away from the mirror’s gaze.

"Whenever you're ready, my dear, please tell me the best story you know." His is docile and gentle, but you can’t see his eyes. You decide you don’t like his kindness, not when you know that new bump in your neck is a miniature taser. Ready to go off at any moment. Your life will still depend on whatever you say next.

… He had asked for the best story you know? Oh, this was such a bad idea, such a bad idea... But you remember Scheherazade and her king, a story you do love, and pray you could follow her lead and maybe survive to the next day.

"Ah, um, o-okay. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away..." You begin.

You make it through that first night, to see morning light on this strange planet, spinning in space so many light years from anything and everything familiar to you. And you make it to the next, and the next, doing your best to drag each of your stories out, never quiet finishing a tale before the Grandmaster has fallen into a deep sleep. You then sneak off to your own room, barely getting any sleep before the Grandmaster calls you to join his court for the following morning. So it continues, until your second week on Sakaar, when the Grandmaster brings you out with him for the first time, to the Contest of Champions. There you see a very familiar and very green face.

"It's the Hulk!" You breathe out in surprise. It’s not the most comforting face, but you feel relief at seeing something you can recognize from home. Almost as if one of the knots in your back finally loosens just enough.

"You know my Champion?" The Grandmaster asks, intrigue coloring his voice.

"Yes, he- he's from my planet..." The gears in your mind turn wildly, trying to find a way to work this to your advantage, to your survival, "I... I can… I can tell you some stories about him from Earth... if.. if you'd like?"

"Yes!" The Grandmaster laughs, clapping his hands together excitedly like a small child, "Oh, I'd love to hear tales of my Champion!"

And you tell, sharing what you can remember from your aunt who was at Culver during that first sighting, from videos you’ve seen of Manhattan and Sokovia; the destruction and aliens, of the woman with red hair. What you don’t know you embellish, doing your best to focus on fights and bloodshed- the Grandmaster seems to like those tales the best.

You find yourself more and more in the Grandmaster's company after that, and receiving a number of "favors”. A bigger room. More clothes. Attending to the Grandmaster during his shows. You found out more about this ghastly planet that way. How it was on the edge of the universe, with those things in the sky are vortexes bringing things to it from all over the known universe.

You look up at those swirling vortexes, certain in the knowledge that if you could just get through even one of them, it could take you home.

…But how? You don’t know who to fly a space ship, and there is no way you can get away from the Grandmaster or his watch dog Topaz so long as that control disk was in your neck. You have seen what it can do to others, and you have seen the seemingly docile, kind and flighty Grandmaster execute others for the smallest of slights against his rule.

There is no way for you to get off this godforsaken rock spinning in space on your own.

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The Grandmaster throws another one of his parties, celebrating the 50th win of his Champion in the Contests. The music is loud, pulsing and eerily similar to 80’s synthwave. Drinks are flowing and the Grandmaster’s guests are anything but docile with their persons; you can’t help but want to compare them to a college party. Some are egging each other on in drink, some are complacent on lounges and others are striving for creating connections in the ruling court.

You hang to the outer edges of the party, clutching a glass of liquor tightly in one hand, while your gaze keeps bouncing around the crowd of people. At these kinds of parties... things... tend to happen. You’ve managed to avoid any unwanted attention of any kind so far on Sakaar, and you are quiet determined to keep it that way. You’ve learned early on that too much bringing to much attention to yourself can be as good as a death sentence.

And so you stay by the windows, looking out at the night sky. While also using the window to keep an eye on the ongoing party. If you are very lucky tonight, the Grandmaster might take an individual or more to keep him company during the night, and not require your stories to lull him to sleep. If you’re even luckier, Topaz, too busy corralling her ruler and his possible nightly companions, might forget your existence as well.

The universe, it seems, has other plans.

The music cuts off suddenly, and the party drowns in silence.

"Hey now, who turned off my jams?"

"Grandmaster." You turn away from the window, watching between the huddled shoulders of the crowd, as Scrapper 142 follows a silver chair with yet another captured prisoner. You’ve seen Scrapper 142 before; she’s a fairly tall and muscular woman, with dark skin and darker hair and eyes, dressed in black leathers. She has great favor with the Grandmaster, having brought the Hulk to him. You wish you could have seen that; there’s videos from Culver, Manhattan and Sokovia, but the Hulk against one lone woman? No one on Earth would believe it.

Your gaze doesn’t lock on Scrapper 142, but rather on the blue skinned figure chained to the chair. Your view is partially blocked by the crowd, yet from what you can see… it is an older male alien. Not as old as the Grandmaster, probably middle age at least, but you are assuming and in space who knows. The Grandmaster is, apparently, millions of years old and time works strangely on Sakaar. The blue alien is knocked out cold, his dark red leather clothing looks frosted over, and you spy numerous scars littering his face and hands. It’s hard to miss the silvery bits of machinery exposed down the top of his head. He’s been modified, but you don’t know how or why. You’ve never seen anything like him on Sakaar before.

Still, you can tell by one look he was a fighter, and there wasn’t going to be much hope left for him. You’re about leave, hoping that Scrapper 142 would offer up enough of a distraction for you to shrink your duties for at least the night, when you hear Ruelyz speak.

"Is that a Ravager?" The Krylorian says in a whisper to the man standing beside her. Ruelyz is one of the Grandmaster's personal "prisoners with a job". You know her to be frequently assigned to pamper the Grandmaster before bed. You like her well enough, and trust her better than most.

"He's got the emblem..." The man next to her replies in a murmur.

"What's a Ravager?" Your curiosity is piqued despite yourself. You pause by Ruelyz, trying once more to get a better look at Scrapper 142’s offering.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard of them, Storyteller," The pink woman spares you a quick glance before turning her dark gaze back, "The Ravagers are whatever they need to be; scavengers, smugglers, thieves, bandits, pirates, bounty-hunters, assassins... whatever it is you need, so long as the pay is good."

"A space pirate?" You bite your lip, focusing on the Ravager. A pirate… has possibilities. Possibilities that could be very key to your future.

"He might even be a captain," The man, an unfamiliar Xandarian, adds, "I'm pretty sure I remember a Centaurian Ravager Captain..."

You slip away from the two, forcing your way closer and closer to the Grandmaster. Thoughts flutter through your mind, fueled by your deep desire to get off this world.

"Ooo, a Centaurian!" The Grandmaster exclaims, leaving behind a gaggle of possible bed mates to examine his offering, "It's been a very long time since I've seen one of them..."

From your new vantage point, you can see the chills that run through the Ravager’s body.

"Poor sod was probably left to die in space." You hear someone whisper.

"He doesn't look like much, but I can promise you'd get a good fight out of him," Scrapper 142 boasted, digging her fingers into the Ravager's collar and exposing the scars on his neck, "Not only does he wear the badge of a Ravager, but he has the scars of a Kree battle slave as well."

Your blood runs cold. You know exactly what will happen next. The Ravager will be forced into the Contest, condemned to die by either the Hulk or the Grandmaster himself…

And you would still be stuck on this thrice damned planet, light years from anything remotely resembling home.

"Uh, you know I don't like the word 'slaves'..."

"Give him to me."

Scrapper 142, Topaz and the Grandmaster look at you in surprise. You freeze in horrific shock, a deer in headlights. You’ve spoken out of turn, with only a half-baked, hare-brained scheme surely to fail.

You swallow, square your shoulders and repeat yourself.

"Grandmaster, give him to me."

"The insolence!" Topaz growls, reaching for her remote to the control disks. The Grandmaster stays her, placing a hand on her arm.

"Why should I?" He asks you, his head tilted in thought, "He's a Ravager and a Kree solider. He's perfect for the Contest."

"Which is why he's perfect for me," You continue, your mind speeding along with your runaway heart. You pray to whoever might be listening (God, Thor, Odin, even Loki) for this stupid plan to work. And if it didn't, than to... well. To not die. You lick your dry lips, your gaze flickering between the Ravager and the Grandmaster, "Can you image the places he's been? The things he's seen? ...The stories he might know?"

"I...Well now… I hadn't thought of it that way," The Grandmaster nods slowly, his hand flying to his chin, "Pay my favorite Scrapper, Topaz, and transfer the Centaurian to my Storyteller's care." The Grandmaster glides back to the party, stopping briefly to look at you, "I, uh, I expect you to be able to control him. And continue your duties. If not..." He shrugs, "I might just have two possible contenders instead of one." A smile returns to his face, "Ah, but my favorite Storyteller would never let me down!" He pats your cheek, takes your glass from your clenched fist and sips from it.

Your lips pressed tight, you smile and bow your head, edging back away from the crowd.

"Well? Take him." Topaz shoves your shoulder, pushing you towards the still bound Ravager.

Oh god. What’ve you done?

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batmaniskpopaf · 7 years

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GIRLS LIKE U:

HERE’S THAT MINHYUK SMUT NO ONE ASK FOR…

OKAY BUT I HAVE LIKE A FINAL, A 6 PAGE PAPER AND SHIT TON OF HW AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY HOE ASS DID ? WROTE THIS BULLSHIT AFTER BEING EMO FOR BLACK BEAR AND CARRIE UNDERWOOD FOR 3 HOURS …

ENJOY THIS RIDICULOUSLY LONG STORY :3

A/N:ALSO SHOUT OUT TO MY HOME GIRL @kinkybangtan#YOUTHEREALMVP

TYPE: HELLA SMUT BC LEE MINHYUK DOES THINGS TO ME

WORD COUNT: 3.5 K (SORRY NOT SORRY)

CHARACTERS: LEE MINHYUK X Y/N (FT.KIHYUN,WONHO AND CHANGKYUN BC I’M UNLOYAL AF)

SUMMARY: “SHE HAD THE LOOKS, HE HAD THE MANSION AND YOU CAN FIGURE OUT THE REST” I SUCK AT SUMMARIES ALSO I JUST LIKE THAT LINE

“Are you sure they’re gay?” I ask aloud “No one that hot is straight” Cahngkyun replies taking my tray and wiping down the stray sparkling liquid off its brown surface…. “True” I reply tapping my foot to the thumping music while I wait for my tray … “This is the second bottle they’ve gone through tonight” I muse looking at my waiter wallet once more to verify my orders for the night… “Yah! If they’re paying, let them clean out the bar” … I eye Kihyun my bottom lip jutting out into my signature pout… “Yah! Maybe you’ll finally pay me” I say in mock offense… Kihyun eyes me wearily and I break my composure giggling loudly enough for the people at the other end of the island bar turn to look at me…. he smirks and tosses a bright neon straw at me… the neon yellow plastic tumbles to the floor…. “Children!”Changkyun chastises… he hands me the tray and I pile it high with alcohol and finger foods before disappearing once more into the crowds of party goers and creeps…

“Here you go sir” I announce setting the expensive bottle of alcohol in the ice bucket and discarding the now empty one in my hand…. “Please call me Minhyuk” the auburn beauty corrects me… “alright, Can I get you anything else minhyuk?” I reply my nonsense attitude drawing a smirk from his sculptured lips… “What’s your name sweetheart?” …”Y/N’” I reply… “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” …the equally attractive blonde man beside him stifles a laugh over his phone… I arch a brow at Minhyuk … and he shoots a pointed look at his compatriot … “Please excuse him, he has no manners” Minhyuk mutters through gritted teeth… “Maybe one more bottle and the check” Minhyuk chirps angling his lean frame towards me once more… his long legs are tucked one under the other and his fingers are adorned with countless silver and gold rings… “Okay one more bottle and the check coming right up” I announce before turning on my heel and sauntering away… I can feel his eyes make their way down my body… a part of me wishes it was his fingers and lips… However, I shake the thought out of my head and head back to the bar…

“Alright, Kihyun another bottle and the check” I say leaning against the large marble bar… “Is it for your boyfriend?” he gushes… “Yah! he’s not my boyfriend” … “Sure he’s not, he just happens to only come in on your scheduled shifts and leave a massive tip specifically for you” Kihyun mutters … I cock my head to the side… “Well you sure don’t seem to mind when I buy you food with that massive tip” I say… Kihyun rolls his eyes at me and I can’t help but blush at his insinuation…as much as I would like to believe everything he just said is true I know I shouldn’t…. Minhyuk probably just feels sorry for me, he probably had to struggle the same way I do when he was my age… Which brings the question, how old is he? He doesn’t look much older than Kihyun or Jooheon the DJ… “Are you two fighting again?” Changkyun interrupts “Hm?” I’m so immersed in my own mind that I hadn’t realize Kihyun was still talking… “No, you know how it is, friendly sibling banter” I say pushing myself off the counter and smoothing my apron over my pencil skirt… “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Fabio over there hasn’t stopped looking at you” Changkyun comments… “He’s probably done with his bottle and waiting on his next order” I comment pulling out my waiter wallet to prove my theory…. when I look up I’m greeted with a warm pair of caramel brown eyes…

“Y/N?” an even warmer tone beckons me and my breath catches in my throat at his inclining proximity… “S-S-sorry about your wait Minhyuk but I have your order right here” I say taking a step back until I’m pressed against the marble island… “That’s okay dear, I was actually hoping I could have a word with you…. in private” Minhyuk explains…his lean silhouette towering over me… I stare directly into his eyes… every muscle in my body aching to reach out my hand and touch him… “Umm sure” I finally get out… he holds his hand out to me and I take it all too eagerly… “Kihyun, I’m taking a Ten!” I announce… “K” I hear him call back to me too busy mixing drinks for customers to notice the model holding my hand… Minhyk leads me towards the back of the building down the narrow hallway …his hand still intertwined with my own… on our journey we pass by couples kissing and downright baby making… I shuffle awkwardly from foot to foot… “blame it on the alcohol?” Minhyuk leans in to whisper in my ear… my cheeks pink at his proximity and the hairs at the back of my neck stand to attention… Minhyuk smirks at my reaction no doubt enjoying the effect his proximity has on me…we walk a few steps forward until we come to the very back of the building… “Here is good” he announces opening an office door… I shuffle in behind him…

Minhyuk finally lets go of my hand severing our precious contact … my limbs feel suddenly cold without his warmth radiating through my body… “Please have a seat” he makes himself at home walking over to the other side of the desk and sitting crossed legged and beautiful across from me… “Okay, what can I do for you?” I ask perching myself at the edge of the chair… “What nationality are you Y/N?” Minhyuk asks nonchalantly…”You have the prettiest skin tone… he explains… I’m caught off guard but quickly recover answering every one of the many questions that follow suite …. “Who was that boy you were laughing with at the bar?” he asks twiddling a large gold ring between his index and thumb… “Kihyun? He’s my step brother” I say arching a brow… “Where’s your friend?” I ask… If he could ask questions, then so could I… “Wonho? Probably out there disappointing Jesus” he explains matter of factly… “Is that so?” I say…my next question hangs heavy on my tongue, mirroring the awkward silence that hangs thick in the air ….“Do you think I’m gay?” Minhyuk whsipers … “well as my coworker said “No one that hot is straight”” I retort… “So you think I’m hot?” Minhyuk asks the shit eating grin that adorns his chiseled face almost makes my embarrassment bearable…. “Well I’m not blind” I reply my voice sounding far too harsh for my own ears…

Minhyuk’s eyes scan my face as if he’s committing every inch of it to memory… The emotions going to war in his eyes… I chew on my lower lip as I take in his heavenly appearance…. everything from his high cheek bones and captivating eyes …. we seize one another up… my own wayward thoughts playing out in my mind… the heat rising in my cheeks when my eyes fixate on his full lips…. I bite my own and refrain the urge to crawl over the large oak desk and feel their petal softness mold against my slightly chapped ones…as if on que he rises from his seat and saunters towards me… his eyes dark with curiosity and what I hope is lust… my heart hammers in my chest almost overpowering the sound of the chair scrapping across the tile floor…. The seconds it takes for him to walk over to me feel like hours… his arms are on either side of my head and his face is only centimeters from my own… so close that his breath is fanning across my cheeks “I’m not gay, but I would rather prove it to you”…his words hold so much carnal promise and temptation that I throw all caution to the wind and close the short distance between our bodies… the kiss starts off heated and needy… Minhyuk reacts instantly cupping my cheek with his palm and placing the other on the back of my head…. His lips feel petal soft and I can feel myself getting light headed from the alcohol on his breath… my tongue swipes across his lips eager to taste more of him and he complies pulling me flush against his lean frame…. the kiss seems to go on forever and end to quickly all at once…when he finally pulls away we’re both gasping for air…

I run my hands through my hair as I try to regain my breath… “Holy shit” Minhyuk gasps… “Thanks” I reply sarcastically rising to my feet … “Wh-where are you going?” he wheezes… “Unlike some of us I work for a living” I say placing my hand on my hip and attempting to walk passed him within the small confines of the office… “Can I see you after work tonight?” he asks anxiously … “No, I have plans” I reply, attempting to sound unfazed… “With who?” he demands … “With whoever the hell I want! Do you think you own me just because you kissed me?” I ask ,the indignation in my voice placating him … “Well no, but I would like to take you out and get to know you” … “I don’t know if you know this but I’m not your property” I say raising my voice a few octaves… “Y/N, that’s not what this Is about” he explains… “I’m sure it’s not, now if you’ll excuse me, my ten minutes is up” I say walking past him… before I can make it to the door he grabs my wrist in his palm and I turn to face him … “Please, can I see you again?” … “Minhyuk I have to get back to work” … “Please? Just one date? You’re off, tomorrow right? I’ll take you out” … I eye him wearily for a moment, my own uneasiness reflected in his eyes… “Fine, pick me up at 8 and no f-“…before I can say anything more Minhyuk’s mouth is on mine… the kiss is much gentler than the first but the hunger is still present… our tongues intertwine once more and my hands weave their way into his hair… The kiss grows more heated until we both begrudgingly pull away for air… “Dammit Minhyuk don’t do that when I have to leave” I pout placing a chaste kiss to his lips before slipping through the door…

I survey my reflection once more in the hallway mirror, my now clean hair cascades in a silk curtain down my back and my skin is glowing under the expertly applied makeup… I take a deep breath before making my way down the stairs… the thumping music grows closer as I continue to walk past the entrance to the night club and head for the back exit… I take in the sight before me … Lee Minhyuk is leaning against his luxury car … his hair is perfectly styled and he’s covered in designer wear from head to toe… I have to mentally remind myself to close my mouth so drool doesn’t smudge my lipstick… “Hey” I manage to squeak… “Hi yourself” he greets… his eyes travel down my frame taking in my physic and lingering on my exposed legs … “Shall we get going?” he asks… “Umm yeah” I bite my lip nervously… Minhyuk opens my door and I squirm under his gaze… the street lights reflecting in the shiny car surface as I settle into the comfortable passenger side…. Before I can close the door Minhyuk is at my side… his eager hands capturing my face and bringing my mouth to his… our lips mold together and that hunger from last night rearing it’s not so ugly head… the electric current between our bodies crackles the more our tongues continue to explore one another…slow sensual caress follow the kiss… our fervor making the idea of car sex even more alluring…. “The windows are fogging” Minhyuk observes once we’re forced to pull apart …. “I don’t mind” I quip before kissing him chastely once more…

The city roads are vacant…. The quite purr of the engine reverberates off the asphalt …I openly ogle Minhyuk … I take in his sharp profile… the street lights capturing glints in his auburn hair and his eyelashes flutter eloquently… his looks could put any high fashion model to shame, I think to myself… “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t even make it to dinner” Minhyuk mutters… his brisk tone sounding every bit as enticing as his appearance… “Oh? And what would we be doing instead Min-hy-uk?” I ask annunciating every syllable of his name�� He turns to me so fast I’m surprised his neck didn’t snap… The car comes to a complete stop … my palms begin to sweat and I regret my big talk almost instantaneously…. “We’re about to find out, now aren’t we?” he asks before exiting the vehicle and walking around to my door…the seconds feel like hours… my stomach dropping when he finally opens my door… the cool city breeze nipping at my exposed flesh as I gratefully take his hand and step out of the vehicle… Minhyuk pulls me flush against his frame… the cool buttons of his jacket digging into my skin through my thin dress… “Cat got your tongue? “ Minhyuk asks smugly… our faces only centimeters apart…

“I can’t hold back anymore” Minhyk whispers… his eyes focused on my lips …. “Then don’t” I reply closing the short distance and connecting my lips to his… my senses are flooded with Minhyuk… everything from the scent of his cologne to the heat radiating off his body… our bodies cling to one another… our tongues interning and my body reacting and loving the way his own presses into every nook and cranny… “We should go inside” Minhyuk says once we’ve pulled apart… “Lead the way” I reply… Minhyuk’s eyes light up and he gives me a knowing look which I return with a smug smile… his lips are on mine as soon as the oak door is slammed closed…his hands hiking up my dress and bunching it around my torso… my fingers weaving their way into his hair and toying with the lose tendrils… Minhuky’s prominent bulge presses against my clothed core and I grind myself against him once more the wool and polyester doing little to provide friction…

Minhyuk smirks against my lips and continues to pull my dress up until it’s over my head and discarded on the marble floor… he walks us backwards from the foyer towards what I presume is his bedroom… our now discarded clothes and shoes being the only thing out of place In the immaculate apartment… feeling bold and aroused I turn us around and press him against the hallway wall … Minhyuk gasps in surprise and I take that opportunity to claim his mouth as mine… his hands are at my hips pulling me somehow closer to him… the feel of his bare skin against my own feeding my ego… I kiss along his jaw line and down his toned abdomen… feeling the hot hard muscles beneath my tongue … I tease the waistband of his boxers… nipping on his hip bones before pulling his boxers down… his member springs free the length hitting his stomach an appetizing cherry read … Minhuyk looks down on me… his eyes full of carnal promise and mischief… I kiss the tip and look at him through my lashes before hollowing my cheeks and taking him into my mouth… Minhyuk lets out a quite grunt… his adams apple bobbing and his eyelashes fluttering shut with every suck… I take him in at the back of my throat… his hands settle in my hair and slowly guide me at a rhythmic pace…

“Fuckkkk” Minhyuk hisses between his teeth…his hips moving at their own accord as I sheath my teeth against the hardened flesh… “Y/N, I’m baby I’m going to cum… “If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth-“ …before he can finish his sentence I release his length with a pop and ravish his now swollen lips… “I would rather you cum inside me” I reply looking at him through my lashes… “Are you on the pill?” he asks… his features darkening when I nod in confirmation… the expression on his face causing a shiver to run down my spine and resonate in my already sopping wet core… “I don’t like that baby girl, you’re mine” he says huskily… something in me stirs and a thrill arises in my body at the weight of his words… “Then show me” I challenge …. with that Minhyuk crashes his lips to mine and picks me up I wrap my legs around him instinctively …. Minhyuk trails kisses along my jaw line… his erection grinding against my core …he throws me onto the large mattress… “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he mutters… “Really” I reply breathless… “From the first time I saw you, I went home and touched myself thinking about you”…”Oh “ I reply coquettishly… my hands going to my breasts and removing my bra… “What did you want to do to me?” I ask tweaking my nipples and moaning… “I want to make you want me as much as I want you” he replies… the air leaves my lungs at his words… I bite my lip… Minhyuk places a chaste kiss to my lips…his tongue begging for entrance… his mouth making it’s way from my jawline to my chest… he takes one nipple between his teeth … the purk bud standing to attention at his expert touch…

“I’ve never met a girl like you” he quips… “hmm?” I ask basking in the feel of his mouth on mine…the wet spot in my underwear pooling by the second… “Girls like you are hard to find” ….Minhyuk says before busying himself with scattering kisses along my navel….. his teeth toying with the waistband of my underwear”… his nose nestled between my folds… “You smell so fucking good” he says… I squirm under his touch and bring my pelvis up to meet his tongue … the wet muscle licks a kitten stripe along my folds and I have to bite my lip in order to keep my mewls at bay… “M_N_H_Y_K” I slur… his tongue slipping into my tightness… “I want you" I get out between pants … “Please” I whine tugging on his soft locks… taking pitty on me…Minhyuk aligns himself with my entrance and thrusts into me slamming his cock and filling me to the hilt… we both let out a guttural moan in unison… Minhyuk wastes no time and begins to rock his hips inside of me…. the motions starting languid and deep and gaining momentum with every sigh and grunt… I find purchase on his shoulders… Minhyuk continues to drill into me… the air leaving my lungs with every fluid movement… “You- are-so-sweet” Minhyuk coos against my lips in between his deep thrusts…

his hips bucking into me at a relentless pace as I continue to mewl and call out his name… “Fuck” I grunt pulling him closer… the light sheen of sweet mixing with our mingled breaths and my slick walls taking him in… “You feel so fucking good when you take my dick baby”… Minhyuk grunts into my ear… his length filling me to the hilt and while is slender digits expertly massage my clit… drawing patterns and silent vows onto the swollen flesh… he roughly thrusts inside me hitting that spot over and over again… time slows down as my walls clench around his length the hot white pleasure that courses through my veins making me moan and grunt in acceptance… my toes curling and my body feeling too hot for my own skin… the intensity driving me forward as I continue to float in the euphoric feeling… Minhyuk thrust once, twice, thrice before coming to stand still… his breaths shallow and his sweaty skin sticking to my own… Minhyuk kisses the top of my matted forhead before pulling out and rolling to my side… “Wow” he mouths still breathless…. “Thanks”I reply in mock sarcasm … Minhyuk looks over at me and kisses me chastely the kiss starts up sensual and sweet…his hands rubbing circles on my hips….

“Already?” I groan … I look up at Minhyuk to see a semi-embarrassed look on his face. It’s not even been twenty minutes, yet Minhyuk is already fully hard again. “I really don’t understand where this energy came from” I quip…“Please?” He begs crawling over top of my naked body and settling himself between my legs…. “You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work,” he offers… “What would be the fun in that?” I ask connecting our lips once more….

GUYS I’M BACK AND BUTTER THAN EVER XD …. I’LL SHOW MYSELF OUT

BUT LIKE WHAT THE F ??… I’M GONNA NEED LEE MINHYUK TO RESPECT ME BC MY POOR SOUL IS DESCENDING INTO HELL.. PLEASE PLAY YOU AND I AT MY FUNERAL XD

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myndopeus · 7 years

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you give me something to think about (chapter 3)

ao3 link in bio (bc of tumblr’s shitty external link thing)

Summary: Trini has no plans for the future, no idea of what she’s going to do after she leaves school. All that’s left is to enjoy the last year she has left.

And oh, what a year it will be.

The Slowburn Hogwarts AU that no one asked for.

“… and with that, I think we’ll conclude today’s lesson.”

Trini snaps awake at the sound of rustling parchment and stifled yawns, and she subtly leans back and stretches. She rubs the back of her neck regrettably; she hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but it looks the like all the excitement of the past few days was finally catching up to her. After packing up her things and filing out of the classroom with the rest of the students, she glances around quickly, searching for a certain tall, messy-haired Gryffindor. Not-so-gently pushing her way past a thick knot of people, she sees Zack’s familiar figure in the corner of her eye.

“Taylor! Wait up!” she calls, and several people nearby visibly jump in surprise at hearing her raise her voice. She shoots them a look before managing a dignified stride to where Zack is waiting, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“You know, I think we’re finally getting somewhere with this friendship, Dee-Dee,” Zack jokes. “I’ve heard that getting your friends to come out of their shell is a positive achievement. We should celebrate.”

“Friendship? That’s awfully optimistic of you,” she chuckles wryly.

Zack chuckles as they begin walking down the hall together. “So what brings little Miss Lone Wolf to my particular corner of the castle, eh? I doubt it’s out of appreciation for my dazzling conversation skills.”

“At least you got one part right. Also, call me ‘little’ again, and I’ll switch your feet for your hands.”

“I’m shaking in my boots,” he replies sarcastically, before pausing. “Wait, you don’t actually know a spell for that, do you? Because if you do, I- ”

“Back to the point,” she interrupts, “I… I decided to try out for the quidditch team.” She steels herself, but still isn’t quite prepared for the raucously jubilant sound that erupts from Zack’s mouth.

“OH YEAH! Aw man, this is gonna be awesome, Crazy Girl! We’ll get to have a rematch, except a proper match this time!” He turns to her eagerly. “So, what are you trying out for? Seeker, I presume?”

She hesitates, briefly reconsidering what she’s about to do. She wonders if it’s too early in their friendship to ask for such a favor, about whether it would make her look foolish or weak. Reminding herself that Zack was the one who encouraged her to try out in the first place, she takes a deep breath and swallows her pride.

“Well,” she begins, “I don’t exactly know which position would fit me best, so I was actually wondering if you could maybe help me practice in the mornings? Just for a bit, so at least I’ll have an idea before try outs.”

“Sick,” Zack nods enthusiastically. “Say, if we grab another person, we could totally try out some chaser plays! Billy’s pretty good, even though he’s not on the team, maybe you could try and convince him to join us too. We’ll have a proper sesh, it’ll be great.” At that Trini groans, burying her face in her hand.

“I’m starting to regret this already,” she mutters, and Zack’s hand claps heavily down on her shoulder.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Fi-Fi,” he says playfully as he shakes her shoulder. “It’s gonna be awesome.”

She shoves into him with her shoulder, and it’s about as effective as trying to body check a padded brick wall. “Whatever,” she grumbles. “And my name’s not Fi-Fi. It’s Trini.”

“Eyyy, what did I tell you? Our friendship is already beginning to blossom.” He waves at her as he turns down the corner, and she shakes her head in exasperation before heading off on her own.

To her surprise and mild dismay, when she gets to the library, she sees that Jason is at the table, with Billy nowhere in sight. She preoccupies herself by wandering through the stacks pretending to look for a book, while mentally debating whether or not to find another spot. She doesn’t bear Jason any ill will, but the prospect of sitting there without Billy to act as a buffer is uncomfortable.

It’s only when the books start strategically timing themselves to drop on her head that she realizes she’s been walking in circles. With a muted resigned groan, she walks back to her usual spot.

“Hey.” Jason greets her with a nod as she sits down, and she smiles awkwardly in return.

She tries to focus on her essay, but for some reason the silence is almost cringe-worthy, and it’s making it impossible for her to focus. At one point, she looks up and catches Jason glancing at her before he hurriedly turns back to his work. After several agonizing minutes, Trini decides that the tension is unbearable.

“So where’s Billy?” Jason blinks confusedly when she speaks, and she winces internally.

“Oh, Billy’s probably out in the greenhouses or something. He has a lot of personal projects that he likes to work on.”

“Like what?” Trini asks interestedly.

“Something about cross-breeding plants, I think?” Jason shakes his head. “You’d have to ask him yourself. He’s tried explaining them to me, but I honestly don’t understand any of it. It’s amazing, the amount of stuff that guy knows.”

Trini nods, and she notices a slight movement in her peripheral vision. One of the reference books scattered on the table is slowly shuffling its way towards Jason, who doesn’t seem to notice. As it inches closer, she sees it start to open slightly, and she tries to warn him.

“Watch out –”

She’s a second too late, as the book clamps shut on Jason’s fingers. He lets out a yelp and vigorously shakes his arm, flinging the book off. It tumbles off the edge of the table, and Trini instinctively lifts her feet off the ground to protect them.

“Son of a fuck,” Jason hisses, and he looks at Trini when she makes an amused noise. “Really? That’s funny to you?”

“Gryffindor’s golden boy, swearing like a sailor. Such scandal.” She smiles to show that she’s poking fun at him. “And in my defense, I did try to warn you.”

“You could’ve done it sooner,” he grumbles, and she just smirks. “Aw, damn.” She looks at his hand and realizes that it still has a bandage on it that was now spotting red.

Jason holds his hand in the air while shuffling through his papers in search of his wand. It isn’t the most dignified position, and Trini feels like he’s suffered enough at this point.

“Episkey.” She waves her wand, and Jason gives her a grateful look.

He pinches his hand gingerly. “I think that stopped the bleeding, but I’ll probably need to change the bandage anyhow. Thanks.”

She shrugs. “Didn’t want you bleeding all over the table.”

The sound of footsteps floats over, and Trini turns, expecting Billy to start rattling off a story interspersed with apologies. She stops short when she realizes that it’s not him. Instead, it’s Kimberly Hart. The sleeves of her jumper are rolled up, and she’s walking towards them with a book in her hand.

Jason sits up. “Hey Kim,” he says, and Trini holds back a scoff. What a cliché.

Kimberly raises an eyebrow at Jason, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile. She waves the book in the air.

“I’m guessing this is yours.”

“Thanks.” He reaches out slowly, carefully taking the book from her. “That thing’s got a pretty mean bite. How did you manage to catch it?”

Kimberly shrugs. “It’s pretty easy. They have a lot of snapping power, but they can’t really open themselves.”

“Kind of like a crocodile.” The words leave Trini’s mouth, and she feels her face flush as the others turn to look at her. She coughs and averts her gaze, feeling mortified.

“Actually, yeah. Exactly like a crocodile.” She’s startled at the acknowledgement and she looks back up, but Kimberly is already walking away.

“I’ll see you later, Jace,” she says over her shoulder, her hair waving through the air slightly as she disappears behind a bookcase. Trini finds herself wondering how Kimberly even found them, if she knew that Jason and Billy used this spot. She wonders whether, if she stays here, she’ll be seeing more of Kimberly Hart in the future.

“…Trini?”

She blinks. “Hm, yeah?”

Jason regards her. “You just had like, a spacey look on your face, is all.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

Jason nods. “Well. That was Kim, she’s a friend.”

“I know who Kimberly Hart is, Jason. And Billy told me everything.”

At that, Jason suddenly becomes more alert, a concerned look on his face. “What do you mean ‘told you everything’?” he asks, a slight edge to his voice.

She tenses, mentally cycling through everything she said to find what might have set him off. “Um, just that you and her used to date a few years ago, but that you’re ‘good friends’ or something.” She throws up air quotes, and Jason relaxes.

“Oh. That. Yeah.”

Well that’s certainly interesting, she thinks. She’s definitely curious about Jason’s reaction, but she also knows better than to go poking into other people’s business, so she doesn’t ask, and simply turns back to her work.

* * *

The following hours are relatively uneventful. After leaving her books in her dorm, she heads down to the Great Hall, a little late for dinner. She catches Billy outside, leaves clinging to his sleeves and some dirt smudged on his face. They don’t have much time to chat, but he cheerfully agrees to meet her and Zack on the pitch in the morning.

After dinner, Trini doesn’t quite feel like her head is in the right space to continue working, so she decides to walk around the castle a bit. She doesn’t have a particular destination in mind; she just enjoys watching the hallways pass, taking in all the little signs of magic that linger in every corner of the castle.

It’s not quite curfew yet, so many of the older students have the same idea as her. She hears snippets of conversations as she walks by, but none of them seem to notice her. She’s perfected the art of blending into the background—less trouble that way.

“… understand why he hangs out with that Cranston kid.”

Trini slows her walk when she hears Billy being mentioned. She surreptitiously inches closer, her curiousity getting the better of her.

“Let’s be honest, Jason is already a prefect and captain of the quidditch team. People love him, he doesn’t need to hang out with that charity case anymore. And I hear he watches their practices, which is so creepy.”

Trini bristles at that. The source of conversation is a Gryffindor boy talking to a Ravenclaw girl, who is nodding in agreement.

“I know what you mean. And he’s honestly so annoying? It’s bad enough that our house has a stereotype of being obsessive; people like him just make it worse. He’s so… weird. It would be better if he could just act normal.”

The tone of disgust in the girl’s tone is what makes Trini decide to confront them. She couldn’t understand how someone could talk about a member of their own house like that.

“How do you define ‘normal’?” she says, catching their attention as she strides towards them. “Is it ‘normal’ to shit-talk people behind their backs? Because I gotta say, if that’s what you think, you’ve got some pretty effed up standards.”

She can practically feel the aura of superiority oozing off of the pair as they regard her. “Have you ever heard of minding your own business?” the girl jabs.

“Only as much as you’ve heard of basic human decency.” That earns her a glare, and the Gryffindor boy steps forward.

“You got a problem with us? Because I’m pretty sure we weren’t talking about you.” He holds himself with more bravado than he actually has, and she rolls her eyes.

“No shit, uh… what’s your name? Actually, I don’t care.” She sees his face twitch, and she smiles on the inside. “And I do have a problem with the way you’re talking about my friend.”

Both of the bullies snort. “Wait,” the girl gasps out. “You’re actually friends with that guy? Yeah, and I’m a crumple-horned snorkack. That guy doesn’t have friends, you don’t have to be noble about it.”

She clenches her fist. “I’m not joking,” she grits out.

“Oh, and I’m sooo scared,” the boy mocks. “So what, you’re gonna stop us?”

“You know what they say: talk shit, get hit.” Her voice is calmer than she expects.

The Gryffindor sneers in her face. “Why do you even care? What is he, your boyfriend? That would be fitting, wouldn’t it, the freak dating another freak.” He turns to his friend and they laugh.

She’s usually not bothered when people try and insult her, but something about that comment makes her stomach twist. Hearing Billy referred to that way makes her jaw clench and her heart start to pound, and she acts before she can think.

The boy is in the middle of opening his mouth when she rears back and sinks her fist into his stomach.

He doubles over with a wheeze, and Trini backs up out of reach. She hears the boy’s friend swear, sees her reach into her robes, and Trini quickly whips out her own wand.

“Langlock!” She points her wand, and the Ravenclaw chokes slightly, grabbing at her throat.

Her gaze turns back to her first target, and he’s clutching his stomach and absolutely seething. He raises his arm, and she instinctively dives towards the floor.

A jet of water shoots past her, hitting the wall with audible force. She hears shrieks and yells as the spray catches some of the bystanders.

She’s rising to her feet when a light flashes and she feels a stinging sensation hit her arm, knocking her down. She waves her arm in the direction of the hex, sending out a Disarming Charm, and she hears a grunt as her spell hits.

Suddenly, a magical shield is conjured, so strong that Trini is pushed back slightly. Shit. She scrambles to her feet, wincing and tenderly holding her swelling arm. Footsteps approach, and they all face the man who stopped their… confrontation.

“You’d better have a good reason for causing this much noise so late into the night.” He glares at them, but the look is made less intimidating by the fragile glasses that are sitting askew on his face. Still, the disappointment that radiates off of him is enough to make Trini avert her eyes and look at the floor instead.

The Ravenclaw girl makes a noise, gesturing to her mouth, and the man waves his wand, dispelling the jinx.

“She started it.” Trini meets the accusing stare boldly, and the other girl looks away. “She literally threw the first punch, we were acting in self defense.”

“Well, I was just reacting to you and your friend over here running your mouths.”

“If you hadn’t been sticking your nose in—”

“That’s enough!” They fall silent as the man sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Would either of you care to elaborate on what exactly you said that provoked Miss Gomez?”

Trini smirks to herself as they suddenly become much more reserved, mumbling vague answers back.

“That’s what I thought. Considering the amount of general disruption, particularly with regards to the hour of night, I’m taking ten house points from each of you.” He pauses. “Also detention. That seems fair.”

They all groan a little, but hush themselves when the man raises an eyebrow. “Sorry, Professor.”

He nods. “Off to the dorms with you. Except you, Miss Gomez,” he says, and Trini freezes. They wait quietly as the other students vacate the area.

Once the hallway is empty, he shakes his head. “Merlin, I have no idea how McGonagall put up with teaching for so many years.” He runs his hand through long, unruly hair, and she catches a glimpse of his forehead, and the legendary mark there.

“So,” Professor Potter continues. “Since neither of those two troublemakers wanted to give me a straight answer, would you care to comment on what just happened?”

She’s glad that Potter was the one who caught them, because at least now she has a chance of explaining herself. “They were saying things about Billy Cranston, and I tried to stop them.”

“I see.” He nods. “And did you really throw the first punch?”

At that, she feels slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t hit him in the face,” she says.

There’s a pause. Then, to her relief, he chuckles.

“Well, I can’t say that I never did things like this when I was in school. Still, as much of a pain as rules can be, they are there for a reason, and there are consequences for being caught breaking them.”

“Yes, sir.” She meets his eyes, and notices the small glint in his eyes.

“Bear in mind that there may or may not be any significance to the wording of ‘being caught’ breaking the rules. And if I may comment? The Bat-Bogey Hex is quite useful for intimidation purposes, if that’s what you’re going for. My wife was quite fond of it in our day.” He chuckles to himself, then winces. “God, I’m getting old, aren’t I. Well, good night, Miss Gomez. Be sure to get that arm looked at before you go to bed, the swelling can be a bitch in the morning.”

She smiles. “Good night, professor.” He walks off, and she stands for a moment in the empty hallway, taking in the silence before heading back to the Hufflepuff common room.

* * *

She fidgets as Zack and Billy stand in front of her, smiling. “So, how are we going to do this?”

“Don’t look at me for ideas, I just came to play quidditch,” Zack says, ruffling his hair and making his bedhead somehow worse.

Luckily, Billy seems to have come up with a semblance of a plan. “I was thinking that, now that you have people to practice with, it’d be good to have you try out all of the positions, since you said you’ve never really played before. I managed to talk Jason into letting us borrow some of the equipment.” He gestures to the large metal chest sitting to the side.

She nods. “In that case, let’s get started, I guess?” They all nod awkwardly for a second before Zack finally moves, launching into the air. The others follow.

They spend a bit of time just flying about to get warmed up. Zack starts practicing his usual tricks, almost causing a three-way pileup in midair at one point. Billy has a much more controlled style of flying, but he’s clearly still having fun. He notices her watching, and Trini almost feels embarrassed for a second, but Billy doesn’t seem to mind.

“Flying feels really nice,” he giggles as he whooshes past, and Trini is taken aback by the sudden warmth that she feels in her chest.

Eventually, they get round to training. Billy starts rattling off dozens of rules, facts, and statistics as he opens the chest, and Trini starts to feel her head spin a little.

“Slow down, my guy,” she chuckles, and Billy stops, grinning sheepishly. “Trust me, I’m super interested, but it is way too early in the morning for me to understand more than three sentences at a time.

“Right, sorry. Um… so let’s just start with the quaffle. Pretty basic stuff, just remember that the ball is enchanted, so it falls slower than you think.”

It turns out that the three of them work quite nicely as a squad, although Trini doesn’t think she can be a Chaser; unfortunately, the quaffle is a tad too large for her hands, so she can’t throw it very far or very accurately. Being a Keeper is an even worse idea, since her attempt at blocking Zack’s shot just ended up sending her through the hoop as well (Billy was concerned, but Zack wouldn’t stop laughing).

Billy is hesitant about bringing out the bludgers without supervision, but Zack just tosses her a bat and winks before letting one out. She’s pleasantly surprised to find that hitting a bludger is quite fun and stress relieving, and she sends it in Zack’s direction as revenge. They manage to get it back under control without anyone getting hurt, but she and Zack feel a littly guilty at Billy’s chastisement.

“And we already know you’re a pretty good Seeker, so we don’t have to walk you through that,” Zack says.

Rather than feeling a flood of embarrassment at the memory, she just smirks at him. “So you’re not up for a rematch, then. Afraid I’ll beat you?”

His eyes light up, and he’s about to respond when someone calls to them from down the pitch.

“Jason!” Billy practically runs across the pitch, and Trini is once again baffled by how so much good can exist in one person. Billy is chattering animatedly at Jason, who is doing his best to look involved while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. There’s also another figure that Billy waves out to, and Trini sighs when she realizes who it is.

“And we’re sure there’s nothing going on there?” Trini grumbles, and Zack follows her gaze.

“What, you mean Billy and Jason? Or Jason and Kim?”

“The latter, come on. Billy and Jason are Billy and Jason.” She looks back to see Billy talking to Kimberly now, who looks a lot more awake and put together than the rest of them.

Zack ponders them for a second. “I don’t think so? As far as I know, they’re just pretty good friends.”

Trini frowns. “Yeah, I mean, I get that, but she literally keeps turning up. I saw her at your quidditch practice, and then in the library yesterday, and now this. It’s just… weird.”

Zack shrugs. “I mean, I guess it’s just because you’ve been hanging out with Billy, and Billy loves Jason and Kim.”

“Billy is a pure soul.”

“Agreed.”

Billy waves as he and the others approach. “Look guys, Jason and Kim are here!”

Zack shares a high-five with Jason, and Trini gives him a little nod. As her eyes drift, she suddenly makes eye contact with Kimberly, and she involuntarily tenses. To her surprise, Kimberly offers her a polite smile, one that isn’t tinged with disdain or superiority that Trini is used to. Trini feels her ears start to heat up a little, and unsure how to respond, she just looks down, scuffing the grass a little with her toe.

“Do you guys mind if we share the pitch?” Jason asks. “Kim and I want to practice some drills.”

Billy nods, a tiny frown forming on his face. “Sure. I mean, I did have some things I wanted to try out with Trini and Zack that involve using the whole pitch, but like, we can skip those for today, I guess.”

The sun shines on Trini’s face, and she lifts a hand to shade her eyes. She blinks rapidly when she realizes how bright it is out, checking her watch.

“Shit,” she mutters, drawing the attention of everyone else. “I uh, I have an essay that I was gonna finish before class, so I have to head off. I’ll… see you guys later I guess?”

It seems a weird thing to say to a group of people she just met a few days ago, but they all wave her off as she heads back to the castle. Once she’s back in her room, she sort of just stands there for a few minutes wondering whether the whole thing had been an elaborate dream. There was something about that morning that had felt so… surreal. Putting the feeling out of her mind, she sat at her desk and tried to scramble out the last paragraphs of her essay before heading to class.

* * *

As much as she enjoyed the early morning training with Billy and Zack, she’s realizing that decision is slowly taking its toll on her. By the time she finishes her last class of the day, she’s struggling to keep her eyes open. She’s about to head back to her dorm for a nap when she remembers that Professor Potter gave her detention. With a long groan, she sets out towards the castle grounds.

She was told to meet the gamekeeper Hagrid for detention, and she feels mixed emotions. On the one hand, Hagrid was a lovely and gentle old man, and she would rather do menial tasks in the grounds than have to sit in the dungeons for several hours. On the other hand, she had heard many tales of how… unorthodox Hagrid’s detention sessions tend to be.

She sees his huge figure bending over in the gardens as she approaches. He catches sight of her as he straightens up, and he gives her a wave that looks more like he’s signaling an aircraft than a greeting.

“All right there, Trini?” he calls out in a booming voice, and she smiles softly and nods. “Brillian’. Well now, if you’ll jus’ follow me, we’ll go and meet up with the others then.” He grunts as he carefully makes his way out of the garden, and she trails behind him quietly.

“Oof. Looks like my legs ain’t quite what they used to be,” he says in a slightly labored voice as they make their way up an incline. He scratches his graying beard. “Guess I’m getting’ up there in terms of age, eh? There’s some out there, probably think that the groundskeeper should be a little more… spry, as it were. But I’ve spent most of my life carin’ for this castle, and they’re bloody well not goin’ ter kick me out now, are they?”

Trini laughs at that. “I would hope not. Everyone would be sad to see you go,” she says, and Hagrid looks down to give her a bashful smile.

“That’s quite kind of ye, Miss Gomez.”

She relaxes more and more as they walk, taking time to enjoy the sun and the grounds. Hagrid doesn’t expect her to say much in terms of conversation, carrying most it on his own with little stories. Trini is suddenly reminded of Billy, and how similar the two are, and she feels that peculiar sensation in her chest again.

“So ‘arry’s the one who sent ye, I see. Huh, imagine the look on my face the first time some kid showed up claiming a ‘Professor Potter’ sent ‘em. Y’know, I remember the first time this ‘Professor Potter’ showed up outside my hut for detention! He was a wee little thing, back then, and look at ‘im now. All grown into a man, and sendin’ kids off to detention. ‘Course, I don’ see ‘im like that at all. Ta me, he’s still the same little tyke that used ta go running through the castle with that invisibility cloak of ‘is.”

Trini does a double take. “Wait, so it is true? He actually does have one?”

Hagrid winces. “Ah, I shouldn’t ‘ave told ye that. Just keep it between you an’ me, eh?” She laughs, crossing her heart as she promises.

It turns out that there are two other people sharing detention with her, and when she realizes that she knows both of them, she feels slightly relieved, and then suspiciously uncomfortable all over again.

“Trini!” Billy claps his hands when he sees her, and she waves off the emotional whiplash.

“Hey. Surprised to see you here.” She’s responding to Billy, but the message is slightly directed to both of the other students.

“I was experimenting in the potions room in my free time, and I accidentally exploded three cauldrons in a row.” Billy shrugs.

“That’s a story I want to hear later,” she laughs, smiling at him.

There’s a slight pause before she nods at the other girl. “Kimberly,” she mumbles awkwardly.

“Trini.” Once again, Kimberly’s voice surprises her with its softness. She’s also impressed that the other girl even bothered to remember her name.

“Oh great! You all know each other, then.” She jumps slightly, remembering that Hagrid is standing next to her. They all turn to face him.

“So the good news is, you’ll all get a chance to walk about the grounds a bit today! No keeping you locked up in some dingy ol’ classroom. What’s happened is, some of the fifth years, an’ I won’t say any names, decided it would be a good idea to let some of the Blast-Ended Skrewts out the other day, so you three’ll be helping me track ‘em down and get ‘em back in their pen.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Billy make a face, while Kimberly just closes her eyes and heaves a heavy sigh. She realizes that Hagrid is still talking, and she listens.

“Now, trackin’ down these buggers can be a bit dangerous, but yer all old enough to handle it. Feel free to work as a group or by yourselves, although I wouldn’t recommend it, you might run into a load of them an’ then you’d be in trouble. When you find ‘em, just bring ‘em back to my hut an’ I’ll take care of the rest. Good luck!” With that, Hagrid lumbers back up the path, leaving the students behind.

Kimberly is the one to break the silence after Hagrid leaves. “So I think we should probably work toge—aaand he’s gone.” Trini turns and sees that Billy is already heading towards the greenhouses with a rather brisk pace.

“He’s probably just making sure that the skrewts didn’t mess up his herbology experiment,” Trini says.

“That’s fair. So I guess it’s just you and me? Unless you’d rather work alone as well.”

Trini briefly debates doing her own thing, but she’d rather suffer through the awkwardness and not get mauled by a skrewt. “We can work together.”

“Good.”

Trini silently prays that they run into a whole horde so she can get this over with as soon as possible.

* * *

As it turns out, neither of them really know how to find a blast-ended skrewt, besides the obvious signs of burned foliage. After about an hour of anxiety and wandering about, they’ve only managed to find one, and it nearly burned a whole tree down before they managed to flip it over and immobilize it.

“How many more of these do we have to find,” Trini groans as they hand the restrained creature over to Hagrid, who easily cradles it with one hand.

“Oh not that many more, actually. Billy’s gotten three of ‘em already, so its just a few more.”

“Sometimes I wonder how he does it,” Kimberly sighs.

Hagrid chuckles. “He’s got a way with the creatures, a boy after me own heart. If anyone were to replace me, I’d want it to be him, but he’s got big plans ahead of ‘im, that one does.” He offers both of them some water before sending them back out.

“It’s nice to know that appreciation for Billy Cranston is pretty common,” Trini says while they’re carefully combing through some bushes.

The edges of Kimberly’s lips twitch up in a half-smile. “You’d think so, but there are still some assholes out there who think otherwise.”

“Oh believe me, I know.” Kimberly gives her a questioning look. “I’m in here because I kind of got into a fight with some of those assholes. Didn’t get a chance to really have a go at them, but hopefully they won’t forget it anytime soon.”

“Really? I’d ask if it was a fair fight, but I think it’s safe to assume that they had a height advantage,” Kimberly jokes breezily, and Trini scoffs.

“Wow, Hart. Real original.”

They search in silence for a few minutes before Trini asks, “So what are you in for?”

She notices the way Kimberly tenses, and she almost wishes she didn’t ask. She replies after a moment. “I punched a guy’s tooth out.”

“Wow.” Trini blinks. “Totally didn’t take you for the fisticuffs type, but props to you, I guess.”

“Thanks, I guess?”

There’s a sudden rustling, and both of them whirl around, wands at the ready to defend themselves. They’re greeted with the sight of a very frightened Billy holding his hands up.

“It’s just me!”

They all relax, and Trini places a hand over her racing heart. “Thank god, I was wondering what happened to you.”

“Guys, guys. Shh.” Kimberly hushes them, and Trini can hear a faint rustling to their right. She meets Kim’s eyes, and they both nod before creeping forward.

“Wait, what? What are you guys gonna do?” She turns back to Billy, mouthing one second, before turning back to the source of the noise. The movement seems to be confined to a single spot in the bushes, and Trini waits until it stops moving before quickly pointing her wand, whisper-shouting “Flipendo!”

The spell hits, and she waits for the familiar squeal of the blast-ended skrewt, but it never comes. Instead, there’s a buzzing and chattering noise that grows persistently louder.

“Oh dear,” she hears Billy say, and when she turns around he’s already dashing off into the distance.

“Wha-“

“Oh shit!” Kimberly cries out, and she grabs Trini’s arm, taking off into a run and dragging her along. Trini stumbles, turning her head back to look, and her stomach drops when she sees a horde of doxies rising out of the foliage.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants as she and Kimberly sprint through the grounds, the pixies in hot pursuit. Trini has no idea how to deal with this particular problem, and she realizes that might possibly be genuinely screwed.

“This way!” Kimberly grabs her arm again, pulling her off to the side. She’s breathing heavily now, and her heart is racing, the sound of a multitude of wings spurring her on.

Her eyes widen, and she skids to a stop when she sees that they’ve reached an outcropping that drops off into the lake. She frantically looks around, but the doxies are closing in on them, and there doesn’t seem to be any escape route. “It’s a dead end,” she says.

Kimberly is staring at the approaching swarm, biting her lip in concentration. Then, she turns to Trini. “I’m really sorry.”

Trini frowns. “Sorry about what?” She barely finishes her sentence before Kimberly promptly pulls her close, wrapping her arms around her before throwing them both over the edge.

The scream has barely left her mouth when they hit the water, and her breath is knocked out by the impact. She feels her soaked robes begin to drag her down, Kimberly’s arms are still wrapped tightly around her, and she tries push down the rising panic in her chest. She quickly realizes that she has no air in her lungs, and she tries to swim to the surface, but she’s still pinned to Kimberly, and her chest is beginning to ache. She begins to thrash, and Kimberly lets go of her, but she keeps a tight hold on Trini’s sleeve.

Suddenly, the water around her face shimmers, and she realizes that Kimberly has cast Bubble charms on them both. She takes several desperate breaths, squinting through the water and trying to send her most furious glare. The other girl points up, and they look past the surface of the water. There are several flickering shadows, and they wait for a few minutes until the coast looks clear before surfacing.

Trimberly sputters as the bubbling charm disappates. “What. The. Fuck.” She snarls. “A little warning would have been nice, maybe?”

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to explain when we were literally about to be eaten by doxies,” Kimberly bites back. Trini just scoffs and starts swimming to the shore (and she might splash Kimberly a little more than necessary).

It’s when they reach the shore that Trini realizes that her beanie got knocked off during their little swim. She sluggishly turns back to the lake, wand out, and then hesitates.

“What is it?”

“I lost my hat in the lake, and I was going to try and get it back, but… I have no idea what else will come out if I try and summon it.”

Kimberly looks out towards the water and shudders. “Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea.”

Trini side-eyes the other girl. “You owe me a new hat.”

She wasn’t sure if she meant it in a bitter way, but Kimberly certainly doesn’t take it like that. Instead, she smirks. “Alright then.”

She’s saved from trying to come up with a response when she hears Billy calling out to them from uphill. He and Hagrid are both waiting when they reach the top.

“Pretty clever thinking, going underwater. Doxies have really bad eyesight, and also they can’t swim,” Billy says as the girls cast drying charms on themselves, their teeth chattering.

“Yeah,” Trini weakly replies. “It would have been more impressive if someone didn’t decide to just throw us off a cliff.”

Kimberly rolls her eyes. “Well we’re all fine now, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“That was a mighty dangerous situation you got yourselves in, there,” Hagrid says, rubbing his beard worriedly. “Good thing Billy and I managed to nab the last of the skrewts while we were looking for you. Come along now, we’ll ‘ave a nice cuppa to warm you up.”

They’re all quite tired, so the walk back to Hagrid’s hut is relatively silent. They stay for tea, which takes longer than Trini expects, due to the cups being about the size of small bowls. After they finish, they say their goodbyes and head back to the castle.

“That was way more trouble than it should have been,” Trini groans as they walk through the main entrance. “And while I’ve always wanted to try swimming in the lake, that was not the way I wanted to go about it.”

“You’re never gonna let this go, are you? Or do I need to remind you who exactly was the one to knock over a doxy nest?”

“Right, as if you weren’t about to do the exact same thing—”

“So I’ll see you guys later then,” Billy interjects. She realizes that they’ve reached the stairs, and that they’re all headed in different directions.

“Right, yeah.” She shakes her head groggily. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Billy. Bye, Hart.”

“Bye, Gomez,” Kimberly says, mimicking her tone. Trini just grumbles under her breath while heading to the Hufflepuff dorms.

She gets some strange looks when she enters the common room, but her expression must have been tired and grumpy enough that no one dared to talk to her. She trudges up the stairs, barely managing to change out of her filthy robes before flopping down on her bed. The exhaustion sinks in, and soon she’s drifting off to sleep.

#trimberly fic #trimberly #kimberly hart #trini kwan #power rangers 2017 #my fic #hp!au #this is so overdue i'm so sorry

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