⚬genre⇁smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au
⚬ warnings⇁public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs
⚬ word count⇁6.3k
The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.
Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!
After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.
Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”, or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still a popular girl that was way out of his league.
“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.
“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”
“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.
“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”
“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”
Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.
“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”
“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”
This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.
“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?
“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.
That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.
“Are you friends with them?” “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”
A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.
“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”
“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.
“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.
A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.
The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.
“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”
“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”
“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?
Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.
And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.
“You can do this Peter, you got this”
Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.
Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.
Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.
“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.
“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.
“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”
“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”
The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?
Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”
Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.
“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”
“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”
“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”
“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”
The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.
Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.
“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”
Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.
“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”
She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.
“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”
She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.
“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”
Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!
Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.
His fingers sanked into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.
He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.
Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.
He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.
The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.
Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?
Peter realised the situation as well as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.
“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”
“Will I see you again?”
Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.
“Sooner than you think”
With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.
That type of leader that doesn’t take shit from anyone, except his members because he can’t fight them all at once.
Gets to know and observes people for a long time before recruiting them
He’s very stressed lately as they are a relatively new gang and there are a lot of fights going on with others for territories.
He met you in one these fights when you tried to make a distraction for your gang. You were about to go upstairs to the roof when you bumped into him
“Who the hell are you?” he asked immediately taking his gun out and pointing it at you.
“The same goes for you. You’re not from my gang so I’m here to kill you.”
“Oh really.” he asked smacking the gun from your hand and getting them behind your back. “You chose the wrong member. You see I’m the boss and now I can use you as a hostage.”
Looks like an angel and he actually is but in reality he’s the one you should be afraid of the most.
Nobody has seen him kill anybody because his methods are too cruel to do them in public.
Apparently has some beef with EXO’s Sehun. No one dares ask him but it has something to do with Sehun mistaking him for somebody.
By accident you got involved in a weapon dealing incident with him and he has been planing on killing you ever since. You were good at hiding your tracks but he saw you one day in the city and decided to get rid of you just there in the street but then realized that this fight would probably end up in a blood bath so instead he approached you in secret.
“You have to keep quite and come with me, if you don’t want to die here.” he said pressing his gun to your back.
Nobody knows why he’s in the gang as he was never invited.
first noticed Jisoo he thought he’s a spy or something (as he appeared out of nowhere) and was about to kill him when he promised that he’s good at at least something
And he was, to everyone’s surprise Jisoo’s aim and accuracy is the best out of all of them that’s why he prefers snipers.
He was told to get rid of you silently but you noticed him at the last second and he missed the shot causing a massive panic in the street. You used this opportunity to escape which made Jisoo even more angry. He hasn’t missed a shot in a long time and was determined to get you for that. But whenever he thought he got you cornered he somehow managed to miss and after a while he started to enjoy this little game of yours and soon realized that he doesn’t even want to kill you anymore.
Pro at hand to hand combat.
Trains all the members and teaches them different fighting techniques just in case.
His training routine is no joke and everyone is practically dead after it.
He met you before he joined the gang. You were jogging at the same park every morning. As it was really early and not a lot of people were out it became like a habit for him to greet you before he ran past. Eventually he wanted to engage in not only small talk and find out more about you and he started slowing down every single day till he was running at the same pace as you.
“Finally decided to slow down?” you asked.
“Only for you.” he winked.
Experimented a lot and finally came up with his own method to make drugs.
They were incredibly popular and so he quickly went up the ranks and now whenever there is deal going on it has to go through him first.
His first idea was to make poison but he somehow made drugs so nowadays he likes mixing different ingredients to try to create a new deadly weapon.
You had the audacity to attempt to take his throne as the king of drug dealing. You were stubborn and despite a lot of orders to report what you’re doing, you made your way around and stole half of his clients. He had enough and thought that the easiest way to fix this problem would be to get rid of you. But he had no idea you thought the same thing and somehow got his whole warehouse blown up. He caught you outside.
“You little shit, now you will have to take responsibility and I’m not letting you go any time soon.”
Likes money. A lot. And doesn’t like sharing. At all.
Easiest way for him to get rich was cards that’s why he started gambling at a really young age and now is a pro at it and is amazing at bluffing.
Enjoys tricking his own gang members and actually gets the most money out of them.
Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants his money back but you keep denying his challenge. He usually shows up at the most random places just to ask you. You got into your car and almost spilled your coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.
“Wonwoo what the fuck?”
“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”
“Can you get over that already? Get the hell out of my car.”
“I guess I have to take some more drastic measures.” he said taking his gun out. “We’re going to my place.” [x]
Can smuggle anything in and out starting from stolen cars and ending with guns.
Doesn’t stay in the city for too long as he always has deals all around the country.
But when he comes back everyone is extremely happy to see him as he’s mostly chill and just being near him calms the others down.
He met you when he was away on a trip. You asked him for help when your car broke down and he fell in love at first sight. He stayed in the city for more than two months just to keep seeing you and you eventually became good friends when Seungcheol was done with him ignoring his orders and went to get him back himself. Well Mingyu obviously didn’t want to leave you but you didn’t want to go to another city either so he decided to be blunt.
“Y/N I don’t know how you feel about me but love you so I’m sorry but you have only two choices, you either go with me on your own free will or I take you by force.”
Somehow the ones who look the most innocent are the most dangerous in this gang. The same goes for Woozi. But he only uses violence when it’s necessary.
His specialty - torture. Favourite methods - teeth and fingernails pulling.
He charms his targets with his cute appearance and then gets every last bit of information they can muster.
You were unfortunate enough to be his target. You were screaming in pain for at least and hour, swearing that you don’t know anything when
came in and told him that they got the wrong person. He set his tools aside and stood in silence for a few minutes.
“Fuck!” he shouted shoving everything from the table. You just watched in horror not knowing what’s going to happen next. He turned around and untied you. He was ashamed of himself and couldn’t look you in the eyes.
“At least let me treat you your wounds.”
Is responsible for looking after the gang territories and making sure they don’t get taken over.
Usually doesn’t think twice when someone trespasses and just shoots them on the spot.
But still has incredibly good and friendly relationships with the residence of the areas he’s taking care of.
Trying to bypass through his territories was a big mistake. He noticed you’re not a local and decided to find out what you’re doing here.
“Hey you!” he called you over but you just looked at him and started running.
“What the heck?!” he thought as he started chasing you. You didn’t know the streets well and ended up in a dead end.
“I got you cornered. Now you’re going to tell me what you’re doing here or I will have to use violence.”
He’s great at annoying and pissing everybody off easily but it’s hard to catch him as he’s incredibly fast.
That’s why they send him when their is a need to infiltrate, spy or track anybody.
That doesn’t always work out as he likes to make either a grand entrance or exit and by doing that he attracts the attention of anybody nearby.
He was following you to get some information when he lost you. Suddenly he felt a knife press into his back.
“Why are you after me? Who hired you?”
He tried to take you by surprise by turning around and taking the knife out of your hands but he lost his balance and fell on top of you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked.
“Well this is quite the unfortunate situation you got yourself in.” he smirked. “If you promise not to make a scene our meeting won’t take long.”
*Jun shows up out of nowhere*
One of the first members who joined and everybody is thankful for that every single day because they wouldn’t have got where they are without him.
The missions he plans have a 99% chance of success.
Failure is not an option for him so he makes detailed strategies for all type of possible scenarios.
What a surprise You showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time and ruined all his perfect planing. The members haven’t seen him this pissed in a long time when he grabbed you and almost dragged you to one of the rooms. He roughly pushed you inside and you almost tripped on your own legs but his gentleman side couldn’t let a lady fall in front of him even when he was angry so he caught you midair and watched how confused you became by the second.
“Sit.” he said pulling you up and pointing you to the chair. “We have to talk.” [x]
Knows anything and everything and the others should learn from him how to get verified information as fast as he gets.
Good with electronics that’s why he never goes anywhere without his trusted computer.
Despite some members protests he tends to sell the rarest info for big amounts of money to the other gangs.
He find out about you when he wanted to sell some info but the gang told him they already have what they need. Surprised that somebody besides him found it, he was determined to track you down. He was even more shocked when he saw that you’re a woman as there was not a lot of them in the industry.
“What? You think only men can do this type of work?”
“No but I find the women who do incredibly sexy.”
Despite being the youngest he knew about the mafia world the most.
His father had a gang and was killed during a deal so he asked
for help to someday avenge him.
Takes all advice given to him very seriously and tries his best to help.
Some trusted former members of his father gang were asked to take care of him so that’s why you followed him and also joined this gang. He found this annoying as he wanted to escape his past and always treated you harshly but when he noticed that you’re not around anymore he got kind of sad. But to his delight you came back after a few weeks after taking care of business.
“Missed me?” You smirked.
“Please don’t ever do that again.” he said, giving you a surprise hug.
A/N: I wonder if I should make a masterlist but I’m so lazyyy… Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c
Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)
Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.
Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.
You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.
Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.
You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.
“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.
“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.
Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.
“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.
“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in.
You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.
But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.
Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.
The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.
You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.
Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.
“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”
You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.
“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.
“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.
Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.
“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.
“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms.
Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.
You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?
You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.
“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.
Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.
His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.
You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.
You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.
Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 6.5k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“Again? Didn’t we
already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered
your small apartment.
She had gotten a call
from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the
kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was
the third time this month that you had fought with others.
“I didn’t mean too…”
the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh
“Y/n this is the third
time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly
from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.
“I’m sorry,” you
whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew
your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either,
but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…
“You said you were
sorry last time.”
“I know…” you mumbled
“Then why do you keep
fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your
hands on them.”
“But they wouldn’t
“Then tell the
“They hit me first,”
you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her
“Why?” she asked in
“They just wouldn’t
stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…” you said as your tears started to fall.
Pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’) Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding Word Count: 18k Summary:
There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!
A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( … anyway… enjoy part 1!!
So… this turned out to be quite long again, but I don’t care. I had so much fun doing this :3
Pressure. There had been pressure at the back of his head lately. It felt like something was pushing against his mind, trying to coax Kuro into letting it in.
At first he’d thought this was another terrible experiment, another sick joke the Druids were pulling to make him break and give up what little humanity he’d regained since Shiro was there with him. Their mind-tricks and brainwashing methods were the worst ones. But that idea was discarded quickly… Because it didn’t feel cruel or malicious. It didn’t feel as cold and intrusive as Druid magic would. It was just… there. Warm and constant, but never demanding.
Shiro felt it to. If his searching gaze and withdrawn behaviour was anything to go by. Sometimes Kuro swore he saw something like recognition flit over those painfully familiar features. But as fast as it came, it faded again. Weighed down by the pure awareness of just where they were.
Kuro never asked about it.
Until that one day… the day the Druids let them see their newest creation.
There was nothing he could do but wait. And that’s exactly what he did. Everyday, every single minute he didn’t spend on saving planet after planet - saving lives. Every. Fucking. Second.
He’d sit and wait. Sit and wait.
Some days he went mad with impatience. He had a feeling that time was running out for both of them, him and Shiro. And all he could do was sit in Black’s cockpit and concentrate. On what? He had no idea. It hadn’t been his idea in the first place. But Black had insisted on trying to get a hold of Shiro through their bond.
But sitting in his place, in his lion, playing his role as the leader of Voltron didn’t help Keith concentrate at all. It just made him more restless.
Still, Black insisted. Because she loved Shiro… And she knew Keith did, too. She had known it all along.
So they both sat in the Black Lion’s hangar and listened; reached out into the endless nothingness of space, trying to feel the familiar warmth of the Black Paladin’s soul. Keith had no idea how this was supposed to work - but he guessed it had something to do with Lion magic. Black had tried to explain it to him once… she had tried to explain that she, because of her own bond with Shiro, worked like an amplifier to the connection Keith and Shiro shared. She even tried to tell him something about two beings made from the same quintessence and fate and all that stuff, but Keith hadn’t even been listening at that point. All he knew was, that he wanted Shiro back. And he would do anything to find him.
The moment it had worked, the moment he felt the other Paladin’s presence emerge from the darkest depth of the universe, had him almost fainting with relief and joy. Shiro was alive. Above all the white noise and static of space, Keith could still feel him, like a signature his soul had left behind, and hold onto that. He was alive. And Keith would find him.
All he had to do was work with Black to establish a proper connection to Shiro, to get a grasp on him, and then find out where he was.
Well… easier said than done.
For there was something else. Something that distracted Keith time and time again. There was a presence, another signature the Black Lion could follow - could connect to in a way. It looked - or rather felt - like a faded, almost washed-out version of Shiro’s soul. If he’d have to describe it, he’d say it felt like looking at two different hues of the same color.
Keith didn’t pay much attention to it…
Until the day Shiro’s signature went silent. Still there, but unresponsive and still. Shutting them out. The only thing Keith could definitely feel was dread
That’s when he knew their time was up.
They’d let them see. Because they knew how much it would affect Shiro. They knew it would break him. Make him give up all hope.
The Druids had showed them their newest monster. A giant made of steel and wires. Just for Shiro. This would be his final transformation. He’d become machinery - heart and soul. A robeast.
It had been his very first time witnessing a panic attack from up close… and it almost choked Kuro himself. There was just so much a human being could take. And Shiro had reached a point where he could take no more. All Kuro could see in the other man’s face was fear. Pure, all-consuming fear.
He’d die. He’d die. He’d die. HE’D DIE. Shiro would die. He knew it.
All Kuro could do was sit and watch with growing concern for his new-found friend. What should he do? How could he help Shiro? How could they get out of this alive?
He needed to save Shiro from this kind of fate. Because Shiro deserved it. He deserved to live.
During their shared time in captivity, the Galra-hybrid had grown quite fond of the not-so-monstrous Champion. Shiro was… well. Shiro was the closest thing Kuro had to family. There HAD to be a way for them to get out of this.
Shiro sat, huddled up into the far corner of their cell, shivering and breathing way too fast for Kuro’s liking. No words had been spoken since they’d seen the robeast in its hangar. Shiro had been eerily silent the whole trip back to their cell.
Come on, come ON!, he thought, wracking his brain for a solution. For a way out. There has to be something.Just SOMETHING!
Kuro didn’t notice the pressure in the back of his head growing… until it was too late.
Something pulled at the seams of his mind, something big and dark - but not evil. If he concentrated enough, he could feel the presence embrace him, encircle him with warm darkness.
Let me in.
Let me in, a deep voice repeated. He’d never heard it before… But still it sounded… familiar. Warm and thick like honey. He couldn’t tell whether it was a woman or a man speaking. It sounded…beyond physical manifestation; beyond the universe itself.
We will help you.
Alright, Kuro thought, now wasn’t the time to talk to voices inside your head. He had to find a way out of here. It was only a tad bit alarming, that voices, no one else seemed to hear, didn’t really faze him anymore. There had been worse, he told himself.
Who was “we” anyway?
Me and Keith, the voice provided.
Wait a second…. Keith? THE Keith? As in “Red Paladin Keith”? Keith from Earth? The Keith Shiro wouldn’t stop talking about?
The presence gave an affirming nudge, because yes, they were talking about the same person. Holy shit.
But why? How? He had so many questions. But for now only one was important:
Can you get us out of here?
Relief flooded his very being. Good. This was- good. But they didn’t have much time. They had no idea when the guards would come to take Shiro. It could be any moment now.
You’ll need to hurry, Kuro thought, trying to dig everything he’d seen in that hangar up from his mind. You need to-
We know. We’re already on our way.
We’ll try to get your way, then.
Can you do us a favor, first?
Kuro hesitated. The soft pressure at the back of his head had spread over the past few minutes. Whatever they were, whatever kind of magical shit their saviors-to-be were pulling… It had spread over his body. Like something tried to squeeze into his body, beside his own mind.
What kind of favor?
Let him talk to Shiro.
I don’t think I-
… This was crazy. This was so, so crazy. But was there anything left for him to lose? If this was a trap, would it really matter? Taking a look at Shiro, who still sat on the ground, shaking like a leaf and staring absently ahead without really seeing, Kuro decided it was worth a shot. Or his mind, to be more precise.
He hadn’t finished that thought, when it already hit him. Red hot and blazing like a dying star; like a burning arrow shot right through his very core. Melting him, burning him… filling up the frayed ends of his mind, where the arena and the labs had taken pieces of him. Until he was whole again. Better than whole. He was more.
He could feel the blazing presence, the very soul of the Red Paladin melt into him and take control of what was his. His thoughts, his feelings, his body. And Kuro let him.
For he could feel everything the Paladin poured into his being. Desperation, sorrow, longing, love. A love that burned brighter than a supernova. Kuro could feel it sear his chest, his throat, his mouth on its way up. He could feel it pressing against his jaws, forcing them to open; his mind already giving the order to speak - without him realizing it. His mind wasn’t his anymore. But he didn’t care.
“S-Shiro?”, even his voice sounded off. A bit high-pitched, less guttural. “Shiro? Are you there?”
The former Champion froze. Wide eyes darted towards him, disbelieve written all over his face. It took him a few seconds to realize what - or better who- he’d just heard. Kuro could tell the exact moment it hit him.
“Yeah”, the strange voice spoke again. The words felt fuzzy and alien on his tongue. “We’re on our way. Just hang on.”
Yay I finall made it :D @kuroweek sorry for the delay!
watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly
long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas
smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of
complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow
also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but
sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts
as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.
summary: Tom Holland was your best friend growing up, but as his acting career took off–the two of you fell out of touch. However, past feelings for him rise up again as a wedding invitation from him arrives for you in the mail.
pairings: tom holland x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: a lot of angst, a lot of explicit swearing
a/n: this shit y’all–whew–i was FEELIN the angst with this one guys, it was bananas. i loved it. i also tried to incorporate more of his family into it, and also a very made-up side character. enjoy, babes!
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” you asked, your voice carrying in the sweet summer breeze.
Tom looked up from the flower crown he was weaving together, his brow furrowing in thought. “I don’t know….maybe an actor.”
“An actor?” you smiled, plucking a daisy from the grassy field. “Why?”
“I want to make people smile and make people laugh,” he replied, his hands stilling in his lap. “I want to make people feel things, you know?”
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 4.3k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook
screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his
puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.
Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest
sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”
“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.
“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook,
especially in this family.”
“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if
he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”
At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration
– he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but
Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great
anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself
hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own
mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them.
He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted
machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.
“I really feel like you two should just sleep together already.”
Gasping at Kevin’s words, you whirled your head towards him, glaring fiercely. His eyes widened, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying…”
“Well no,” you snapped, turning your gaze back to where Archie and Jughead talked, separated from the rest of you guys. “God I hate him.”
“Suree you do,” Betty smirked, causing Veronica to giggle.
“What we’re trying to say, (Y/N),” Veronica spoke up. “Is that you and Jughead have an…interesting relationship. One that wouldn’t be surprising if you both ended up dating each other.”
You shook your head in exasperation. “Not happening you guys, so keep dreaming.” You narrowed your eyes as Jughead and Archie laughed at something you couldn’t hear. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“A Penis,” Kevin commented, getting an elbow from Ronnie.
“You guys need to work out your love-hate thing (Y/N),” she said, turning serious. “We honestly believe there’s something there.”
You rolled your eyes, gathering your stuff before standing in front of them. “I don’t know guys, it just really seems unlikely. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
There was a chorus of goodbyes as you turned your back and left the student lounge, feeling Jughead’s eyes on your back as you walked out of the school, very aware that any minute he’d follow you.
Later that night, you lay in your bed, sweaty and breathing heavily as Jughead lay beside you, on his side gazing down while you were on your back. He was playing with your (h/c) hair while you both talked after spending some…intimate time together, and now it felt like you two were the only ones left in the world.
After a few moments of silence and just staring into each other’s eyes, you spoke up. “The Scooby gang believes we’re gonna sleep together sooner or later. I didn’t tell them that it was a lot sooner than when they caught on.”
Jughead snorted, and you pushed his black hair out of his eyes. “Did they get that impression before or during your glaring at me and Archie?”
You opened your mouth in surprise, ready to defend yourself. “I was not glaring at you guys!”
“Yea you were.”
“Okay, but not that bad!”
Jughead only raised his eyebrow, and you sighed in defeat. “It’s just that your bromance makes me jealous sometimes.”
He smirked. “Why, because you want more time with me?”
You snorted. “No, because I feel like Archie and I could be better friends if you weren’t in the way all the time.”
The look on his face made you giggle, and he rolled his eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he stated, moving to lay on his back while you rested your head on his bare chest. “No way I’m letting you get close to Archie.”
“And why is that?”
“Because he’s my bro.”
“Cool story dude, I don’t care. I could be his bro.”
Apparently some people in this fandom (read White People) have a problem with authors writing for readers of color, since I am a real Bitch and I’m fresh out of fucks I decided I was gonna write not one, but two POC Reader inserts, this is one of them. The next one is gonna be Black!Reader and Bucky. This is dedicated to that anon @papi-chulo-bucky got last week who was crying about Haunting Me being a POC reader insert and, of course, to all the other bitches who want to complain about POC!Reader inserts being discriminatory towards White People.
(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)
It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.
He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.
Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.
He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.
The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.
Summary: In which you go missing and it turns Eggsy’s world upside down.
Pairing: Eggsy x Reader
Word Count: 3,196
A/N: Well here it is, my first Eggsy fic. This is all thanks to @writingruna who, after learning that I was thinking about writing for Eggsy, sent me a bunch of requests to help motivate me to do it. It worked and here’s one of those requests.
The Kingsman never had a rule put in place about agents dating each other. At the time of the organization’s creation, they didn’t feel the need to. Becoming an agent meant making sacrifices. The unspoken assumption was that this meant giving up a chance at falling in love.
That assumption was made on the belief that falling in love with someone outside of Kingsman could only end badly. A relationship was meant to be built on the truth, and telling the truth was one of the many things an agent couldn’t afford to do. Secrecy was the most important aspect of the organization. There was also the fear that personal connections could become liabilities out in the field. What if an agent’s significant other was kidnapped and used as leverage by the enemy? Or worse, killed to exact revenge?
Love was complicated enough on its own. By adding a person’s status as a Kingsman into the mix, that equation suddenly became an unsolvable one.
Telepathy soulmates???? That would be so messed up with Hannibal!!
He’s always known there was something wrong with him. Well, he wouldn’t call it wrong himself, he’s just fine, but other people - “normal” people (whatever normal even means) would shudder at the images that live inside his brain. So he learned at a very young age - a too-young age - to hide the darkness inside him.
(He hoped against hope he would never find his soulmate, but if he did he would be prepared).
He taught himself how to project pleasant thoughts - how to squirrel away the nasty ones, the impulses to cut and destroy - how to smile on the outside and fool the world. And he believed that if or when the day came, he could fool his soulmate as well.
But, he thought, how likely would it even be that a monster like him could find a soulmate? Was he even capable of love himself?
Then the day came, a seemingly ordinary day, when he found himself in a harshly lit office with Jack Crawford in front of him, a man he’d just met beside him, and four words struck in his head clear as a bell.
He is so beautiful.
And Will Graham’s entire world changed.
Don’t let him hear you.
Hannibal starts at the words that slip into his mind unvoiced. He looks at Mr. Will Graham - this heavenly, angry creature with eyes cut from crystal - and thinks It can’t be.
And Mr. Graham just raises an irritated eyebrow at him and thinks Apparently it can.
Hannibal is not prepared. For once in his meticulous life, he is completely unmoored. He hadn’t allowed for this eventuality. Soulmates weren’t for him, he’d decided that years ago. Fate, apparently, had decided other things.
He needs to get away before he loses himself in Will’s mind entirely. He can already feel the sticky web of it pulling him in and - oh - oh, what a beautiful, deadly boy.
“My card,” Hannibal hands it to Will by way of introduction, and leaves the room. Jack sputters irately after him and he hears Will yell, “you got me a fucking shrink?!”
Will makes an appointment the next day.
Then he cancels it.
He makes another appointment for the following week.
He cancels that one as well.
He makes a third appointment, but this time Dr. Lecter’s secretary transfers him directly to her employer.
“I - hello, I was calling to make–”
“I should inform you that I have a cancellation fee.”
“I’m not going to cancel.”
“You cancelled the last two.”
“I had… emergencies.”
“It’s fortunate I’m not there to tell you you’re lying.”
“I think you just told me I’m lying.”
“Hm. I think I did. When would you like to see me?”
“I don’t want to see you.”
“That, at least, is truthful.”
Will smiles at the other end of the line. Why is he smiling. Why the fuck is he smiling?
“Tomorrow at 7pm,” Hannibal says, “do not be late.”
“I won’t,” Will replies, and means it.
They spend the first fifteen minutes of Will’s appointment thinking aggressively about the weather in complete silence.
Finally, Hannibal clears his throat.
“This won’t do.”
Will shifts in his chair and rubs at the three-day-old stubble on his face.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Technically you don’t have to say anything.”
Will laughs without mirth. “Yeah, and that’s not fucking terrifying or anything.”
“Why does it scare you?”
“Oh, God.” Will bangs the back of his head against the armchair. “Why did my soulmate have to be a psychiatrist?”
Hannibal’s smile curls from his lips to his eyes. “You believe I’m your soulmate, Will?”
Will arches an eyebrow.
Can you hear me now?
“Then it’s not a question of belief,” Will says. He gestures between the two of them. “Proof is in the pudding.”
“You’re doing an admirable job of keeping me out, I must say.”
“As are you. All I can glean from whatever’s up there is that you have a lot of favourite wines and you own a harpsichord.”
“Guilty as charged,” Hannibal replies. “And you like dogs.” He squints at Will. “All… seven of them?”
Will snorts and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You could have figured that out from the dog hair I’m covered in.”
“Listen,” Will says. He leans forward in his chair and steeples his hands together. “The way I see it, neither of us have to do anything about this. I don’t even know if you’re gay, let alone interested, and besides that–”
“Yes, what? You’re gay or interested?”
Hannibal tilts his head, drinks Will in with his eyes. “Does it matter?”
“Well,” Will stutters, “I mean - well, I’m not gay–”
Yes, I am.
“Yes, you are.”
“Goddamnit.” Will slaps his hands on his thighs. “I don’t want to do this. There’s too much going on up here.” He jabs a finger toward his temple and twirls it in a circle. “I don’t need anyone caught up in it, it’s hard enough to manage on my own.”
“What if I want to be caught?”
Hannibal stands and crosses the few feet to Will’s chair, then kneels before him.
“I know you’re hiding something that you think is terrible. That much I can hear.”
Will’s eyes meet his and his fear is palpable. “You have no idea.”
I think I do.
“Stop doing that.”
Tears fill Will’s eyes. “Speaking to me.”
Hannibal’s hands come to rest on Will’s knees and he leans further forward, taking up all the space that he can.
“I have a suggestion, Will Graham. Open yourself to me, and I will do the same. If neither of us like what we see, we agree to part and never speak of it again.”
Will shakes his head. “I already know you won’t like–”
Hannibal reaches up and places a finger over Will’s lips.
“Yes or no, Will?”
Will looks at Hannibal, looks as deep and hard as he can into those dark, alert eyes. Something swims just out of sight below the depths and Will can feel it wriggling, dangerous. Whatever it is, it has teeth. He inhales sharply.
i know you're probably getting a lot of requests, but do you think you would be able to write about the weirdest greek myth ever, the birth of the Minotaur?
There are times when
Hermes’s role as the messenger god weighs on him. Declaration of war have left
his lips, the words he’s carried have ended whole countries and damned villages
to a slow painful death. The secrets he carries tears at him, the horrors he’s
had to face only so he could later tell of them, the warnings he repeats that
are ignored and all he’s witnessed is for nothing, since it happens all over
again in front of him.
There are times the news
he brings that tears at him, eats at his soul like necrosis – the death of
Kore, Poseidon destroying another seaside village, every whisper of Pandora, informing
Ares of yet another war.
– isn’t one of those
Aphrodite’s lovely face
is slack with surprise. At her side Hephaestus rubs his chin and says, “That
seems physically improbable.”
“How did she manage to
not die?” Aphrodite demands, then
says, “Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
Hermes grins, and doesn’t
bother to hide the complete delight he’s taking in this, “But my lady,
it is my sacred duty to tell you these things. When Queen Pasiphae ensnared
mounted by the bull–”
She gives him a cross
look and is gone in a powerful gust of wind, and he has to grab onto the
volcano wall to keep from falling over.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Hephaestus
says, off hand. It’s clear he’s still thinking of the mechanics of a human-bull
“I’ve been accused of
being many things,” Hermes says cheerfully, “nice is not among them.”
Artemis lounges in her
tent with one of her huntress’s face between her thighs, inexperienced but
eager, and she so does love taking on
“Sister!” Apollo shouts,
appearing at her side and glaring down at her. “Have you lost your mind?”
Her huntress startles and
freezes, unsure whether to leave or continue. Artemis rolls her hips up, and
the girl ignores the appearance of the sun god and continues with her task.
“Not that I know of,” she
says, tilting her head up so she can look at her brother without altering her
position, “Why do you ask?”
“Poseidon cursed a mortal
queen to fall in love with a bull, and she gave birth to a bull headed monster
today,” he crosses his arms and glares.
She swallows the laugh
that bubbles up, but she must not be entirely successful because he starts
tapping his foot. “Well, isn’t that interesting. I’m not sure what it has to do
“Sister dear, Artemis,
patron goddess of childbirth,” he says with syrup thick sweetness, “why on
earth did you bless that child? There’s no way it could have been born without
your help. It had to have been you.”
Her huntress pauses again,
and Artemis will answer her questions later.
She squeezes her thighs about her ears, and the girl resumes. “Oh come on, don’t
give me that look. This is hysterical. People are going to be talking about
this for years.”
He considers this for a
long moment, then uncrosses his arms, “Okay, you have a point.”
“I know. Now if you don’t
mind, I’m a little busy,” she gestures to the huntress between her legs.
Apollo snorts, “Get a few
more girls in here, and maybe I’ll consider that busy.”
He slips away, but
Artemis’s eyes narrow. That sounds like a challenge.
The girl replaces her
mouth with a hand and asks, “Should I gather the other huntresses, lady
“I like you,” Artemis
says, and the girl laughs, cheeks flushed and lips shiny.
Hermes appears in the
middle of the garden of Hades’s palace, and blinks twice.
The queen of the
underworld is half naked and on top of Amphitrite, and several things fall in
place at once. “Is this why you don’t get upset with Hades for his affair with
“There is no affair with
Hecate, you’re just an indiscriminate gossip,” Persephone retorts. “And if they
were having an affair, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, and it wouldn’t have
anything to do with Amphitrite.”
“Oh,” he says. He feels
rather derailed from his original point. “I came here to–”
“If this is about the
minotaur, we already heard about it,” she says, “You can go now.”
They’ve already heard about it! “From who?!”
This is the best news in centuries, and this person is ruining it.
says, “She’s cross with you.”
Oh, this is war.
Ares feels a shiver go
down his spine, and looks across the battle field. People are dying around him,
but people are always dying around him. He doesn’t see anything particularly horrendous,
so he doesn’t know who could have invoked him so powerfully that he felt it.
A young woman who had
shared the last piece of sweet bread with him last night gets a spear shoved
straight through her chest, and Ares decides he has more important things to
Athena is halfway through
a tapestry that is to hang in Hestia’s rooms when Aphrodite appears next to her
and says cheerfully, “Guess what Poseidon did?”
Normally Athena would
fling anyone who dare to disturb her to the depths of Tartarus, but she’s
always willing to talk of Poseidon’s misdeeds. “I’m listening.”
Hermes appears on her
other side, glaring. “You trollop.”
“He made a queen fall in
love with a bull, and she just had the kid. It’s got a bull head.” Her sister’s
smile is positively vicious.
“I’ll make you suffer,”
Hermes hisses, and slips away. Aphrodite follows, the sounds of her laughter
echoing in the room.
Athena blinks, looking
back to her loom, but is unable to concentrate.
Even she hadn’t seen that
Hera doesn’t get
involved, she does not have opinions, as a rule if it doesn’t concern her then it doesn’t concern her.
She waits for her husband
to leave, and tries not to worry about his mutterings about bulls, the
queen-mother Europa, and how Pasiphae had the right idea of it. She steps into
the throne room, and the fire burns cheerful and bright in the center of it.
She sits beside it, and no
sooner has she done so than Hestia appears at her side. “You’ve heard then?”
“Hermes told me,” she rubs
at her temples.
“Aphrodite got to me
first,” Hestia says, and the goddess of the hearth seems entirely too cheerful,
“I can say, of all the misdeeds Poseidon has wrought, this one is certainly …
She slumps and buries her
face in her hands, “This whole family is mad, and we’re doomed to only become
Hestia laughs and puts an
arm around her shoulder, “Come now, I think Hades is quite reasonable.”
Hera shifts enough only
so that she can glare, “Hades chose to rule the dead and married Kore. He’s
the maddest of us all.”
Hestia can’t refute that,
so she starts finger combing Hera’s long, curly hair. Hera slumps back into her
hands, and Hestia’s smile is soft as they sit there in silence, the only noise
that of the crackling fire.
When Hephaestus returns
to the volcano, it’s to his wife sitting in his throne with her arms crossed. “What
did you do?” she asks.
“I just gave him a little
suggestion, is all,” he says, and scoops Aphrodite into his arms so that he may
reclaim his throne. She snuggles into his side, and if she’s trying to convince
him that she’s mad at him, she’s doing a terrible job of it. “Daedalus has
always been a very devout follower; he deserves a few good ideas.”
“He’s had enough ideas,”
she says, because without his help the queen wouldn’t have found a way to consummate
her love of the bull, “I don’t think he needs anymore.”
murmurs, dragging his nose up her temple, “but imagine this – a labyrinth, bigger than any other, than this
“That’s nice, dear,”
Aphrodite says, and then proves to be distracting enough that Hephaestus puts
his ideas aside.