A/N) okay so this turned out longer than I expected. But I think it was worth it. I hope you like this, and i know I took a while, so I hope it was worth the wait.
Sirius sat in confusion as he felt the road jostle his body through the car seat. Wherever they were going, it was out of the way.
Lily was barely talking to him as she gripped excitedly at the steering wheel. Every once in a while, a giggle would escape her lips, and her eyes would drift to her passenger before returning to the road and bouncing in her seat. Lily not talking made Sirius nervous. There had to be something going on. He hadn’t seen remus all day, as he claimed he was out on Order business. At this point, Sirius wasn’t sure if he believed his boyfriend. This wouldn’t be the first time he was made to believe that Remus was gone only to have him show up randomly somewhere. It made Sirius uncomfortable. He hated being surprised but he loved surprises. If anyone knew that, it was Remus.
Yep. Remus was definitely behind this.
There were so many trees in this part of London. He wasn’t even positive where they were, and the darkening sky didn’t help. His sense of direction didn’t need any assistance in confusing itself.
“Lilyyyy,” Sirius drawled. Lily shot her eyes from him to the road, so quick you’d think it didn’t happen. “Where are we?”
Lily smiled a little, but looked as if she was trying to suppress it from what Sirius could tell. Her long, red hair was dressed elegantly in gold ribbons and pulled away from her face, aside from a single strand, which lied over the corner of her lip in Sirius’ side, skewing his view of her face.
“We’ll be there soon,” she said in a strained voice. “Just a couple of minutes.” Sirius flipped against the seat, groaning impatiently. “You didn’t answer my question!”
Lily smirked. “We’ll be there soon,” she repeated. Sirius curled his lip into a growl, but turned to face the window, pouting.
Until he saw the outline of a castle in the distance. Just the top tiers raising above the skyline, a clash of black silhouetted against the pale pink sky. “What the fuck…” he trailed off. Lily made a sort of squeaking noise, seemingly unable to hide her excitement.
Sirius’ eyes stayed glued to the castle as it grew closer, more coming into view. The walls, the windows, and suddenly the door.
Lily stopped the car in front of the looming structure. Sirius turned to her, pointing behind him with wide eyes. “There?” He asked weakly. “There,” Lily replied with a nod. Sirius gulped, almost comically, his Adam’s apple dancing up and down his throat. Lily laughed. “Don’t worry! I’ll see you inside,” she promised.
When Sirius had maneuvered his way out of the car, he made his way up the front steps of the castle, staring in awe at the grand stone building, looking somehow fortuitous and graceful at the same time.
Sirius pulled his short shorts down farther on his thighs before raising his hand to knock on the door.
It creaked open with an air of intimidation. Sirius narrowed his eyes and began walking in. Familiar…. why was it so familiar?
The castle lit up, candles in every corner illuminating with a suddenness that startled a squeak out of Sirius. He covered his mouth, turning to watch as the fire lighting each candle made its way around the room, before his eyes came to rest on the two figures that had appeared in front of him.
Sirius sighed almost audibly when he figured out it was James and peter.
“Monsieur Sirius, we’ve come to see you to your room,” Peter said, pulling the ruffles at his collar. Sirius’ eyebrows disappeared into his hair as he took in what they were wearing. Each man was adorned in a black tux with ruffled collars and cuffs, looking exceptionally hilarious due to their height differences. Peter, who smiled brightly, held out his hand as if to guide Sirius in the right direction. James, on the other hand, glared at Sirius, mouthing “don’t you dare” at him before spreading his hand in a way to mock peter.
“Okay, what the fuck? This must have been your idea, James,” Sirius laughed as he began following them down the hall, one on either side of him. “So, I gotta ask. Who held him down, who stripped him, and who forced the outfit on him?” He continued, jumping when James elbowed him in the ribs. Peter reached across Sirius to slap James’ hand. “No elbowing the guest!” He hissed before continuing to mosey down the hallway. James nearly turned purple.
The boys led him up a set of stairs and his down a dimly lit hall. The stone of the walls peeked out from behind the paintings and pictures that hung from it. The carpet beneath their feet was luxurious and red, leading them down the twisting hallway. Sirius continued his jokes the entire time, feeling the need to take advantage of the fact that James couldn’t get him back.
When Sirius’ guides stopped, they pointed him to the door of a room off the hall. James leaned moodily against the wall as sirius opened the door. “Bye bye, Ruffles,” Sirius jeered as he disappeared behind the door.
The new room was almost overwhelming to his senses. The floor was a dark wood, differing almost suddenly when it met the pale blue walls, which were covered in paintings of beautiful woman and strong men. Sirius began estimating the age of the castle then, deciding it was well over 100 years old.
His eyes continued around the room to find a bed and a dresser on one side, and a vanity on the other side. It’s table top was covered in eye shadows and hair devices that sirius was frightened at the sight of. But before he could turn around to question them, Peter and James slammed the door behind him and he was alone.
Until two figures emerged from the bathroom. Sirius nearly screamed when Lily and Marlene appeared in full-length blue gowns, both looking stunningly gorgeous. Sirius caught sight of the same gold ribbons he had seen in Lily’s hair decorating Marlene’s hair, gently contrasting with the chestnut color of her locks.
“Okay will someone explain what the actual fuck is going on?” Sirius exclaimed. “Sit down, ass face,” Marlene demanded. “No!” Sirius shouted. “Not until someone explains-”
“Sirius,” lily cut him off threateningly. Sirius hesitated before slumping moodily into the chair in front of the vanity.
Suddenly, their hands were upon him; in his hair and on his face, sweeping and brushing and applying. He didn’t even know what was happening due to the flurry of movement. He could barely tell where one girl ended and another began. But and hour later, they stopped. They both moved back, staring at Sirius with satisfaction on their faces. Sirius didn’t understand until he looked into the mirror.
He almost didn’t recognize himself. His hair was pulled gently away from his face, the top half restrained in a braid while the rest of it flowed down his shoulders in wispy waves. His cheekbones were illuminated with a dusty gold color, and his eyes were almost a new shade of grey. On his lids, a light shade of gold darkened as it traveled out to the edge of his brow bone and fizzled into black when it reached the end. And then there were his lashes. Miles long, so it seemed. They were deep black and long enough to touch his eye brow. It was a strange feminine look, but he was no woman. He looked somehow even more like a man, but like a softer version of one.
“Whoa,” he whispered. He didn’t even know what to say. He just stared at what he was pretty sure was his reflection. Behind him, he could see Marlene and Lily grinning. Marlene took a deep breath, eyes never leaving Sirius. “I have to get out there for a minute. Still some things to do,” she said before disappearing behind the door and out of the room.
“Theres more,” Lily informed him. He looked back at her with questioning eyes. Without a word, Lily disappeared behind the bathroom door and reappeared with a bag holding what looked like a suit. Lily unwrapped the bag as Sirius rose from his seat. He gasped.
The suit was gold.
Suddenly, he knew. He covered his mouth with his hands. He knew what was happening. Lily smiled at him, aware of the enlightenment that had just happened. “He did this?” Sirius said weakly. She nodded. “Well? Go put it on!” She instructed him and he took off with a giggly smile.
He pulled the suit on after stripping out of his short shorts and tank top. He looked in the bathroom mirror with excitement dancing in his eyes.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he bit his lip to hold in his excited laughter. Lily was doing the same, pressing her lips together to hold it in. “You look incredible, Sirius,” she told him, a certain pride in her voice. “I think you’re ready to go.”
Without questioning it, he followed Lily out the door. They walked down the hall in silence, sirius’ mind racing. What the hell was going to happen next? He thought he knew, but dreaded the idea of getting his hopes up.
They came to a stop in front of two gigantic oak doors. “Are you ready?” Lily asked quietly. Sirius nodded, but he was lying. He didn’t even know what he was meant to be ready for.
But lily pushed open the great doors anyways, and Sirius felt the breath leave him.
A set of grand golden stairs split two ways stood before him, a balcony between them. He traveled out to it, glancing out over the room beneath him. Magnificent golden sheer curtains hung from the walls, which were so high up that the nearly two, story stairs didn’t even reach the tops of them. The walls were a deep blue color, white pillars stretching up their lengths from ceiling to floor. The floor was a delight gold color with darker gold accents depicting a beautiful scene of dancing angels.
And at the end of the room, standing regally with a giant smile on his face, was Remus.
Sirius laughed out loud and began racing down the stairs, praying he wouldn’t fall, because that would be very like him. And very mood ruining. But he got to the bottom without tripping and ran straight for Remus, coming to a stop in front of him to admire the view.
The tall man was dressed in a royal blue suit with gold details, his hair swept to the side and groomed back. His eyes were not hidden beneath it for once, giving Sirius a full on view of the deep chocolate brown that he wished he could swim in.
Remus, whose arms had been folded behind him, reached out to him. “Care for a dance, my love?” He asked, smirking at the wonder in Sirius’ eyes. Sirius nodded numbly with a smile plastered on his face. And he was swept away in remus’ arms. They paused in the middle of the floor, almost like they were waiting for something. After a minute of standing there, Remus furrowed his brow and looked up while Sirius tried not to pass out from how attractive he looked when he did that.
The patter of footsteps brought his eyes to where Remus had stationed his. Peter suddenly appeared on the balcony of the stairs. “Sorry!” He called. “Technical issues! Give us a minute,” he disappeared behind the giant doors again and Remus laughed. Sirius stared up at him, about to open his mouth to ask the question no one had answered all night.
Until a familiar tune struck the hall, widening Sirius’ eyes and pulling at his heart. He knew it. He knew it. He was right.
Tale as old as time…
The voice rang out over the speakers, and Sirius was twirled around Remus.
Just a little change…
Remus smiled down at Sirius with adoration in his eyes. “What is this?” Sirius asked.
Beauty and the beast…
“I’m giving you the ending you wanted,” remus told him.
The chorus kicked up, as did Sirius’ heart beat.
“But-” Sirius began. “Shut up and dance, Beauty,” remus demanded. Sirius laughed gently and began to step with Remus, a delicacy he had never seen before in the way Remus moved.
They spun gently around the floor. The music took Sirius as far as Remus’ eyes did. He kept his feet as steady as he could, but Remus kept him from faltering.
By the time the music faded out, Sirius was pressed to Remus’ chest. He was breathing deep and clear, and his mind was still dancing.
Remus took his hand, pulling him to the terrace. “Come on, then,” he encouraged. He felt his excitement kick up. He also noticed that this was the longest period he had been so quiet in a very long time.
He followed Remus, gripping his hand tightly in his own. Remus turned to smile at him when they reached the door, pushing it open with one graceful stroke.
Sirius stepped into the cool air of the night, looking over the woods with wonder in his eyes. “Remus, this is incredible,” he said, looking back at his boyfriend, who was standing in the doorway watching him. Sirius turned, resting his back against the terrace fence. “What?” He asked with a smirk. Remus shrugged. “Just thinking I’m doing the right thing,” he replied. Sirius looked confused. “What decision is that?”
Remus didn’t answer. He just stepped a little closer and took one of Sirius’ hands, pressing it to his lips before releasing it.
And the he moved down.
It startled Sirius at first.
But that was nothing compared to the shock that ruptured his heart when Remus dropped to one knee.
Sirius felt his mouth drop open. “Remus, what-” remus looked up at him. “Hold on before I loose my nerve,” he said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a small leather box. Sirius gripped the fence as the box popped open to produce a small silver band with golden details, though Sirius wasn’t close enough to see what was carved into it.
“Sirius,” remus began, bringing Sirius’ eyes to his boyfriend. “I have known you for so long that I can’t remember what life was like without you. And then I realized that I didn’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember and I don’t want to forget what it’s been like to have you in my life. Even before I realized how much I love you, I knew that you were something I would never want to loose. You got me through everything. All the nights I thought I was a monster, and you were there to remind me I was still human. I know how cheesy this speech is, and I also know how true it is. I love you so much, Sirius. And I want nothing more in my life than to be your prince. Because, with you, I’m no longer a beast. Sirius Black,” remus paused and took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”
Sirius was speechless. He knew there were tears running down his cheeks. He knew that his heart was thrumming wildly in his chest. And he knew his answer.
“Yes!” He shouted, all his adrenaline finally erupting. “Yes! Of course!”
Remus laughed before gathering Sirius in his arms and burying his face into his neck. Sirius felt himself being picked up and spun. When he was placed back on the ground, Remus took his hand again, this time to place the ring on his finger. Sirius held it up and gasped for about the eighteenth hundred time that night.
The gold in the ring was carved in the shape of two figures dancing. Writing around the rest of the ring spelled out the word beauty. Sirius looked up at Remus, more tears spilling from his eyes. Standing in his tip toes, he pressed his lips to Remus’. And they stood there o the terrace, just feeling and smelling and knowing each other.
Until they heard a squeal and the tapping of tiny feet. They let each other go, and Sirius’ face turned from confusion to amusement very quickly. A tiny figure, round and toddling, hurried across the floor. It looked like a tea cup, and in the middle flopped a head of messy black hair.
The door opened behind the cup and Lily and James came running in. “Harry!” they called after the boy as he ran to the terrace. “Harry, not now!”
But it was too late. Sirius bent down and pulled the little boy into his arms. Harry let out squeals of laughter as sirius did the same. The tiny boy was dressed as Chip from beauty and the beast. Sirius smiled fondly at the adorable boy. He was flapping his arms around, seeming to be unable to put them down all the way in the costume. Sirius placed a kiss on his head as Lily and James came to a stop in the door way.
“MATE?!” James yelled, pointing to Sirius’ hand. Remus smiled and nodded before wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist and looking over his shoulder at harry.
Lily’s eyes were welling up with tears. “You didn’t tell us that, you jerk!” She said, no real venom in her words. Remus shrugged. “I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone,” he stated. “Also, I wasn’t going to tell any of you if he said no.”
They laughed. Sirius turned his head to look at Remus. “As if I would ever say no to you!”
Sirius put Harry down as music once again overtook the ball room. Peter was standing once again on the terrace, smiling down at them. “Nice ring!” He called. Sirius sent him a wink. “Thanks, Peter!”
He heard Lily laugh and turned to see James spinning her around him. Sirius turned to Remus. “My turn to ask you for a dance, fiancé dearest.” Remus’ face lit up. “Anything for you, my fiancé.”
And they were all dancing again. A happy feeling washed over everyone in the room. Even harry, who was struggling to escape the confines of his costume.
“By the way, have I mentioned how perfect you look tonight?” Remus asked. “No,” sirius said in consideration. “But the fact that your eyes never left me is a good sign.”
“Well there is nothing in the world that could compare to your perfection, just so you know,” remus said, kissing Sirius’ forehead as if it would ensure the message got to his brain. Sirius beamed before he narrowed his eyes.
“Really quick question. Where the hell did you get this castle?” Sirius questioned. Remus chuckled. “Oh yeah. Peter has people in high places,” he said. Sirius raised an eyebrow. “It’s his rich uncle’s,” he filled in. Sirius nodded in comprehension. “See, that makes sense,” he muttered.
Eventually, everyone was dancing with a partner, Peter and Marlene joining each other on the floor while the other two couples danced away. There was nothing but laughter, even Harry freed himself from his costume and began running around in his underwear. He was having fun, so no one was complaining.
By the end of the night, James and Lily picked their son up and said goodbye, beginning to leave. “Where are they going?” Sirius asked. “Home,” remus answered. Sirius’ face fell. “Do we have to go home too?” Remus shook his head. “Peter gave us free reign of the place for tonight,” he said. “After all, it is a special occasion.”
After Peter and Marlene left as well, the place fell quiet. Remus and Sirius were left standing in the middle of the floor, and Sirius was glad for the silence. It gave him the opportunity to take in Remus’ features.
“Just so you know,” he spoke, his voice echoing off the walls, “you’re no beast.” Remus smiled. “Thanks to you, I actually believe that.”
Sirius gently touched Remus’ face. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” remus replied.
The night faded in s hurry after that. They rushed to their room after a few more dances, and when Sirius awoke the next morning, he remembered. A soft smile lightened his face as Remus slept on next to him.
He remembered. And he didn’t think he would ever forget.
“What do you mean we have to close up shop? We’ve never even worked a night-shift before, this is the first time!” Jungkook said to his manager, who was very done with Jungkook’s shit at the moment.
“Can you just stop complaining? You either work the night shift, or you go. Why cant you be like Jimin and just do as I say?” The manager looks at Jimin who was currently standing to next to Jungkook.
“Woah woah woah WOAH, leave me out of this” Jimin says to the manager.
“Get to work, both of you. Theres no one else working tonight because of Valentines Day, they all have dates and you two are the only ones here who are lonely and single, so don’t even try me. Now if you excuse me, I have a date with my boyfriend Namjoon.”
“Have fun Jin hyung” said Jimin with a cheerful smile. That beautiful smile thats so welcoming to others. Jungkook sees his hyung’s smile, and even though he’s in a bad mood he decides to smile anyways.
“Yea, bye” Jungkook said rolling his eyes. The younger of the two goes towards a tie rack and started to organize the ties that have been thrown all over the place from the long day in the store. Jungkook has always wanted to work in a fancy store for some reason, he felt that it would suit his personality. He looked at a black tie with pink stripes, and it reminded him of the first day he ever came to work. He walked in, and the first person he saw was a young man with pink hair, wearing a black Burberry tux, and he had a pink tie on. He found it the most weirdest thing, seeing a man with pink hair. But damn was he cute. Fetus Jungkook was very nervous of his first day at work at his dream job, so he went up to the man seeking guidance.
“u-um hello, i-im Jeon Jungkook, your new co-worker” he hesitantly bowed at a 90 degree angle and looked at the pink haired man.
“Theres no need to be so formal, my name is Jimin, nice to meet you Jungkook” He smiled and bowed. His smile. His smile omg. Jungkook’s heart started to race at how beautiful Jimin’s smile was, and how angelic his voice sounded. Jimin looked like he was glowing inside the already bright store.
“Is that what you came to work in?” Jimin said, pointing to the younger who was wearing a white shirt and ripped jeans with tims.
“Well then, lets go get a tux for you!” Jimin smiled and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, dragging him towards the fitting rooms.
Jungkook smiles at the sudden memory that popped up in his head, his hyung has always been sweet and patient with him. Jimin was the friend Jungkook could go to when he needed to rant, or when he needed advice with something.
“When he says that we have to close up, does that also mean we have to do the cleaning to?” Jungkook said while hanging up the ties on the stand.
“Yea, I guess so, we are the only ones here.” Jungkook looked around the store and noticed that him and Jimin where actually the only ones there. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
“I have an idea”
“…What is it?”
“Its very stupid”
“Your very stupid”
“Oh shut up” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and they went to the backroom
“Jungkook, what the hel-”
“Shhhhhh, just wait” Jungkook walked further into the room and let go of Jimin’s hand unwillingly. His hands are just so soft and small, they are literally perfect to hold. He grabs a tux from the box that had just been shipped in today.
“Jimin. I HAVE to try this on”
“Jungkook you are an idiot”
“Yes. I am aware”
“Pass me the other one”
The younger smirked and reached into the box getting a tux that was Jimins size, and hands it over to him. They both left the dim backroom and went into the fitting rooms to try on the very, very expensive tux’s.
Jimin gets dressed faster then the younger and exits the fitting room and looks in a mirror. The silver button down shirt thats tucked into his slacks make his butt pop out, and it compliments his hips very nicely.
“Kookie can you see how this looks?”
“Yea sure hold on, i’m having a little bit of trouble with the zipper, it wont go up” he says struggling with the zipper.
“Do you need help?”
“W-what?” The younger started blushing at the thought of Jimin being so close to his dick…
“Do you need help?” Jimin said in a more powerful voice.
“NO I-im good”
After another minute or so struggling with the zipper, he finally gets it up.
“I GOT IT! HELL YEA” Jungkook exits the fitting room to a beautiful human being right in front of him. Oh wait he’s looking at a mirror. But then he looks to the side, OMG HES GORGEOUS!!!! Woop thats another mirror. He looks to the other side to see his hyung on his phone. Jungkook’s mouth drops at the side in front of him. Now, he’s just staring at Jimin without saying a word. The elder finally catches on and says-
“WOW Jungkook you look AMAZING” A little bit of blush creeps on his face noticing how sharp Jungkook looks. Sure, they were tux everyday, but the younger looks like he just came out of Prince Charming’s ball. His facial features suddenly look a lot sharper too, and its making the older feel some type of way.
“J-jimin you l-look really nice t-too” Jungkook stutters because the beauty in front of him is just so overwhelming.
“Can we take a picture together? I told my friend Yoongi that i’m going on a date with you tonight, and as you know, i’m not” Jimin laughs nervously as he scratches his head, hoping that Jungkook would be okay with what he suggested, and hoping he wouldn’t question why he decided to tell his friend that they went on a date.
“Yea sure, why not” Well, that went better then Jimin expected. He couldn’t help but notice the blush both of them had on in the selca. *Damn we look good together..*
“Damn we look good, can you send me that?” Jungkook said smiling with his cute bunny smile.
“Sure” Jimin sent the picture to his friend Yoongi and to Jungkook. The younger took out his phone when it rang, and Jimin looked at the notification. It was a text under the contact name of-
“Big Booty Jimin? PFFFFT”
“DONT LAUGH I SAW THAT YOU HAD ME UNDER ‘NICE THIGHS JEON”
“YOU DID N O T SEE THAT”
“YES. YES I DID”
“But seriously Jimin, damn that ass!”
“Bro your thighs look like they were sculpted by gods”
“Why, thank you” Great, now Jungkook was thinking about his Hyung’s ass. But its just so peachy and-
“Imma go get out of this tux, i’m scared i might rip it or something, we don’t want that happening”
“Yea we really don’t need that happening” They both went into the fitting rooms and started to get undressed. As Jungkook took off his shirt he couldn’t help but think about how Jimin told his friend that he went on a date with Jungkook. When Yoongi brought up a boyfriend, was the younger the first person Jimin thought of? The elder wouldn’t mind going out with him? The sudden though got him blushing and his cheeks felt hot. He went to take of his pants when he notices the zipper wouldn’t budge.
“Fuck” He kept trying with all his force to pull down the zipper but it just wasnt budging.
“Shit, shit shit” He started panicking, what the hell was gonna happen if he didnt get these pants off? He’s currently shirtless, stuck in pants that are part of a very expensive tux suit, he’s getting sweaty, and he’s at WORK. What a Valentines Day.
“Um, Jungkook are you okay?”
“No. Not really. Not at all”
“What happened?” Jungkook swung open the door and saw a startled Jimin outside of the fitting room stall. Jimin was currently looking at a sexy beast. He younger was shirtless, his nice abs exposed, and there was sweat dripping down his forehead and a little on his collarbone. He pointed to the zipper and said,
“This is the problem”
“OMG sorry i was pointing to my dick i meant the zipper”
“You scared me”
“I dont know what to do its stuck”
“Wait let me try” Jimin approaches Jungkook who’s currently in the fitting room fidgeting. The elder kneels down and his head is right above the younger’s dick and he suddenly feels awkward. He starts to blush and clears his throat. Jungkook is blushing hard as well, he’s basically a tomato at this point. The younger looks up at the ceiling and tries not to think too much of it.
“Well, uhm, im just gonna go for it” Jimin suddenly put his hand on the zipper and tries to pull it down. He tries again but this time his hand accidentally brushes a little too hard against the younger’s dick and Jungkook groans but when he realized what just happened he jumps back in shock.
“IM SORRY OMG” They are now both feriously blushing, and jimin can no longer look jungkook in the eye.
“JUST, JUST HURRY, i cant take them off by myself”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes just go ahead”
“O-okay” Jimin tried his best to not touch Jungkook’s dick, however, that didn’t turn out so well. Not just that, but the younger cant help but to look down and imagine Jimin’s pretty plump lips around his dick, sucking away. He bites his lip at the thought, he’s got to get these dirty thoughts to go away, he’s already getting a boner and he doesn’t need to make it worse. The elder is trying his best to not touch Jungkook again but when he does, the younger moans, and honestly, Jimin wants to hear him moan even more. He wants to hear the younger moan his name while he’s grinding on him and-
“mhmmm” Jungkook, just, he, MOANED? Jimin’s dirty thoughts distracted him and he accidentally let go of the zipper with force, and he put pressure on the younger’s dick. An idea popped into Jimin;s head. It really isn’t his fault, all those dirty thoughts. Jungkook got him all hot a flustered, being shirtless, moaning in all his glory. Jimin suddenly smirked and groped the younger, adding pressure and feeling the younger’s dick in his hand. Jungkook moaned, and took a step back in surprise, and shock.
“J-Jimin?” Jungkook looked into Jimin’s eyes and saw something he’s never seen before. His pupils have gone large, and he has a smirk on his plump lips. He’s no longer the cute angelic Jimin he first met, now he looks intimidating and sexy as hell. Jimin gropes the younger’s hardening dick again and the he groans at the friction. He feels to sensitive under his hyung’s intimidating touch, and he wants a lot more.
“J-jimin, do-do it again” Jimin’s smirk becomes even wider when he hears those words, he does the same action again however adding more pressure. The younger cant take it anymore, he starts grinding his hips against Jimin’s hand and lets out a lewd groan. The pink haired man looks up at Jungkook in shock, but he is just even more turned on now. He stands up and grabs the back of Jungkook’s neck and kisses him passionately. He starts grinding on him and the friction of their dicks rubbing against one another makes him go insane. He loves the way Jungkook’s body feels against his own, and he loved how the younger blushes innocently under his touch.
“Fuck Jungkook, you are so incredibly hot” He says while kissing the raven haired boy. The younger moans and grinds against the elders dick. All those fantasies he’s had in his head are now becoming reality. He lets his hands travel against the others chest, feeling every crease and playing close attention to his abs. He never knew Jungkook had an amazing body like this, just seeing the other shirtless is getting him turned on and making him lustful. Jungkook reaches down and grabs Jimin’s dick and adds the right amount of pressure to make Jimin groan and thrust his hips forward. Jimin pushes Jungkook against the wall and bites his shoulder, he sucks and nibbles some more to leaving a love mark to claim him. Jungkook throws his head back in pleasure. He couldn’t believe that this was happening either, he’s currently having a heated make-out session with his hot co-worker. The older starts sucking and leaves love bites all over the younger’s collarbones .
“These pants are a problem, they’ve got to go” The older says in a husky voice that sends a shiver down the others spine. That husky voice made the younger lose his shyness. He was ready to fuck Jimin until he couldn’t walk.
“I’ve got an idea. Sit down” Jungkook sits down on the chair in the fitting room, following the others directions. Jimin straddles him, and starts riding the younger. The younger’s head falls back in pleasure and he lets out a moan. He grabs Jimin’s hips and starts adding more pressure to add more friction on their aching dicks.
“I cant take it anymore. Fuck it ” Jungkook reaches for the zipper and pulls it down with all the force he has. Jimin looks at the younger in shock,
“You-you broke it! Damn you want me to suck you off that badly, huh?”
“Its better broken then me cumming all over the pants, now isn’t it? Now suck my dick” He stands up and swiftly takes off the pants, leaving him in only underwear.
“My turn” Jungkook says with a grin. He slides off Jimin’s shirt and immediately attacks the new smooth skin. He nibbles on the older’s earlobe and gets a slight moan as a reward. He thrusts his hips onto Jimin’s, earning a very lewd moan from the elder. Jimin pulls the younger away from his body, eying him up and down. Jimin gives the younger a smirk, and he starts kissing and nibbling at the younger’s chest, soon lowering to his abdomen, leaving love bites. He swiftly takes off the others underwear, freeing Jungkook’s hard dick from the article of clothing. *Fuck hes big*. The elder continues what he was doing, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as he gets closer and closer to the younger’s dick, the younger waiting in anticipation. Jimin kisses and sucks everywhere besides where the younger wants him to kiss and suck making the younger get needy.
“Stop teasing me”
“But your thighs are just too beautiful” Jungkook grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair and forces him to face the younger’s dick.
“Im about to fuck your mouth so I suggest your open those pretty plump lips of yours” Jimin obediently opens his mouth, accepting the switch of things and lets Jungkook force his dick inside his mouth. The younger moans at the feeling of him being swallowed, he loves the feeling of the older’s warm mouth around him, sucking away. Jungkook grabs the pink hair tighter and thrusts his hips into Jimin’s mouth, throwing his head back at the amazing feeling. Tears start forming on the elders eyes when Jungkook’s thrusts become harsh, and the hair pulling is intense, however he loves being mouth fucked.
“Mmm you dirty slut, you love the taste of my dick don’t you?” Jungkook says in a low breathy moan. Jimin hums in response causing a vibration that makes the younger whimper. Jungkook starts wildly thrusting into jimin’s mouth, pulling the older’s hair so he can swallow more of him. The younger throws his head back in pleasure when he feels he’s about to cum. Jimin however, grabs the younger’s hips firmly stopping the younger’s intense hip thrusting. He removes his lips from the younger’s painfully hard dick, making the younger moan in disappointment.
“J-jimin what the fuck?”
“I cant have you cum just yet, i want your dick inside of me” Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock and Jimin was honestly a little surprised with his own words, however he was just too horny to even give a shit. All he knew at the moment was that he wanted the younger’s dick inside of him. The truth is, neither of them has ever done it with a guy. This is the first time Jungkook has ever fucked a guy, and this is the first time Jimin has ever had a dick inside of him.
“What” The youngers eyes widened in shock.
“Fuck me” The younger’s shock just changed into pure lust when he saw the way Jimin looked into his eyes and how low his voice sounded. The younger groaned and pushed Jimin against the wall again biting at his neck. The elder moved his head to the side offering the younger more space to bite and suck. Jimin moaned at the feeling of the younger’s body surrounding his own. Jungkook went up and bit his hyungs earlobe, earning a satisfied groan. He felt two hands rub his sides and then they grabbed his ass earning a yelp.
“Fuck your ass is so peachy, we need to get those pants off” Jungkook smirked and unbuttoned the elders jeans, lowering them, allowing Jimin to slide them off. The younger gave Jimin one last kiss, tongues fighting for dominance as Jungkook rubs his hand against Jimin’s hard-on. He younger breaks the kiss and brings his fingers up to Jimin’s pretty plump lips.
“Suck” The older gladly accepts the younger’s demand and puts the fingers in his mouth. He sucks, his tongue swirling around the fingers and the younger swears he could cum by just looking at the sight. He brings his other hand down to Jimin’s hard dick and rubs through the clothing.
“Mmm baby your so hard for me” Jimin thrusts his dick into the younger’s hands wanting more friction. Jungkook watches as Jimin sucks desperately on his fingers wishing that it was his dick again. Jimin lets the younger slip his fingers outside of his mouth, and pulls him into a kiss. Jungkook uses his free hand to rub Jimin’s hard on through the fabric again and the elder moans against Jungkook’s mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and thrusts his hips onto Jungkooks hands again, letting him get the friction that he desperately wants.
“Fuck just, FUCK ME ALREADY” Jimin slides off his underwear in a blink of an eye and basically tackled Jungkook. He pins the younger against the wall, kissing his swollen cherry lips. Jungkook takes his lubricated finger and gets closer to Jimin’s pink hole, while sucking on those heavenly lips. As Jungkook’s hand brushes against the older’s hole, the older lets out a little squeak. He’s never felt a finger so close to his hole before and its a new feeling. He suddenly regrets what he said and he breaks the kiss, and bites his lip. Jungkook looks into the younger’s eyes, he could see a little bit of fright.
“Are you sure you want me to do this”
“Y-yes, but how painful will it be?
"Just a finger or my cock” Jimin blushes hard at these words,
“J-just a finger”
“You’ve never fingered yourself before?”
“Of course!” Jungkook takes this opportunity while Jimin is distracted and put his two fingers through the muscle.
“AH, it burns!” Jimin yells out squinting his eyes. He has to admit, he really doesn’t like this feeling, but the younger’s hand slowly rapping around his cock is making up for it. Jungkook slides his finger in, and kisses Jimin trying to distract him from the pain.
“Babe, are you sure you are okay with this” Jungkook looked at Jimin’s watery eyes and saw pain. Jimin was about to answer no when-
“OH, fuck me!” Jimin’s eyes closed shut as he gasped for air. Jungkook found the older’s prostate and grinned, knowing that if he had waited any longer to find it he wouldn’t have been able to fuck Jimin.
“W-what was that!?” Jungkook rubbed against his prostate again and Jimin threw his head back welcoming the wonderful knew feeling. He closed his eyes so tight that he could see white when he opened them again. The younger added a knew finger and the elder whimpered in pain as the new finger was pushed into the tight muscle. But then again, the younger brushed against the bundle of nerves causing Jimin to arch his back and push his ass against Jungkook’s finger.
“FUCK! DO IT AGAIN” Jungkook thrusts his fingers into the elder at a fast pace, basically finger fucking the elder, each time aiming and hitting the elders prostate. Jimin couldn’t help but let his tongue fall out as he panted and threw his hips back everytime the younger’s fingers entered him. Jungkook’s pace got faster and faster until he noticed Jimin’s breathing and how his hole clenched against his fingers. The younger suddenly pulled out, getting a groan from the elder. He didn’t want him to cum just yet, and he felt that the elder was prepped enough for his dick. Jungkook turned around so now his hyung was against the wall and the younger was hovering over him.
“Jump” The elder jumped and the younger caught him, bringing his legs around his hips. Jungkook’s dick teased the elders whole, gaining a shiver from him.
“This may hurt a bit..” Jungkook entered Jimin’s entrance, stretching out the tense muscles slowly. Tears started forming on the elders eyes, he knew it would hurt, but this burns and it feels like something is ripping him open.
“Ah-hh, it-t hurts” Jungkook leans in and kisses the elder, trying to distract him from the pain.
“Its gonna be okay, I promise it’ll feel good in a little bit” He leans in for another kiss as he pushes deeper into the elder. They stay in that position for a little bit, Jungkook not wanting to cause Jimin more pain.
“You… You can go now” Jimin bites his lip as he sees Jungkook thrust into him from the dressing room mirror. He looks at the younger’s perfect body figure, the way he muscles flex, his nice broad back. He lets his eyes fall as Jungkook thrusts into him again. He didn’t think it would be so painful but it honestly feels like something is tearing him apart. He opens his mouth to let out a pained groan when Jungkook captures his lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwine as they fight for dominance, the younger quickly winning as Jimin melts into the kiss. Jungkook’s thrusting is slowly speeding up, he just cant control it anymore. He’s secretly wanted to fuck his hyung and make him moan his name from the first day he met him.
“J-jimin your so tight” The younger says as he thrusts even harder into the elder.
“F-fuck” The elder is starting to get used to the thrusting and the pain is being replaced by pleasure. The elder starts moving his hips in sync with Jungkook’s thrusts, he felt like something was missing and he wanted to find it. The way his hole felt around Jungkook’s dick felt overwhelming to the younger. This is better than any girl he ever did. The younger moaned when Jimin started sucking on his neck, leaving another love bite. The elder started nibbling on the younger’s ear piercing which was one of his sensitive spots.
“J-jimin” the younger moaned. He thrusts really hard at an angle and Jimin swears he could see a white light-
“DADDY! F U C K ME” Well he found what he was looking for.
“What did you just call me?” The younger says with a wide smirk.
“Say it again”
“Fine ill just have to make you say it” The younger thrusts into the elder at the same angle making Jimin see stars.
“F-FUCK” Jungkook thrusts again, he’s quickening his pace but the elder wants more
“J-jungkook, h-harder!” The younger throws his hips against Jimin’s and the elder is hanging on to the younger’s shoulders for dear life. However, he knew Jungkook was holding back and he wanted more, he didn’t care what he has to do, he wants to be fucked harder
“Daddy harder!” The younger groans at the name, making him even more turned on. He thrusts harder and the elder is losing his grip on the younger’s shoulders. Jungkook is now thrusting in full pace with all his might, and Jimin could feel the ball of heat build up in his stomach. His prostate is being abused and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.
“F-uck i-im go-ing to c-cum” Jimin breathes out in moans.
“Hmm me too” Jimin’s entrance started to squeeze around the younger’s dick, making Jungkook moan at the tight feeling. Its just urging him to go more. He removes his dick from Jimins entrance, and slams back in with full force hitting the elders prostate completely.
“D-daddy!” Jimin pants out. He swears that he saw the gates of heaven for a good few seconds as he cums all over his and the younger’s stomach. He’s panting non-stop, and he feels amazing. The younger thrusts again into Jimin, going for his own release. He cums inside of the elder after a few more thrusts, moaning at how good it felt to finally release. They stay in that position for a little bit, trying to get their breathes back. He sits down on the chair and puts Jimin to sit on his lap.
“That was amazing”
“Yea i know but you couldve at least taken me on a date first”
“UM excuse me, you were the one who kept touching my dick! Its not my fault that you just looked so incredible during everything” Jimin laughed at the younger’s words.
“What are we gonna do about the pants?” Jimin says
“Oh shit I forgot about it. And that we are still at work!”
“Crap we have to close up!” Jimin suddenly gets up reaching for his clothes but then-
“OH FUCK” He falls back on Jungkooks lap as he feels a sudden pain on his lower back.
“My back hurts so much” Jungkook smiles and shrugs. He pulls the elder in for a kiss. It was deep and passionate and they both are enjoying it. Jungkook is the first to pull away as he says,
“Ill get us our clothes” He stands up and rests Jimin on the chair. He reaches for his clothing and once he has his underwear on, he gives Jimin his underwear and the rest of his clothing. They both struggle to get dressed, especially the elder who cant even stand.
“I have an idea about the pants” the younger said as he put on his shoes.
“What is it?”
“Why don’t we just put the pants back exactly how we found it, and then pretend like we don’t know anything if they ask us why the zipper is fucked? They don’t have to ever find out.” The younger grinned at Jimin, thinking this is an amazing plan.
“We are so getting fired”
“I know, but lets just try to stay until our next paycheck” They both smiled and started to close up shop. It was mostly Jungkook doing the work because the elder was having difficulty standing. They shut off all the lights and Jungkook helped Jimin walk outside. The younger locked the door and looked at the pink haired man.
“So, i was thinking, how about we go on a date? I mean if thats, if its okay with you, im not gonna force to do anything…” the younger babbles. He started to blush and looked at the floor smiling awkwardly.
“You know, for a guy I just called daddy, that was not smooth at all” They both started laughing and Jimin looked at the younger with kindness in his eyes.
“Yes i’ll go on a date with you” He pulled Jungkook closer from the collar on his shirt and they shared a deep, romantic kiss.
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This is my first fan fiction and first smut, so I hope you guys like it! And also can we talk about how awesome BTS’s comeback is like damn. Chong! Jojun! Balsa!
Prompt: “Hey love I was wondering if you can make an imagine with Jason Todd or Damian Wayne based on the song earned it by the weeknd. And to add on to my request have the reader be a total badass. The reader is really captivating, smart, sarcastic, strong willed, just perfect in general. And I hope this is not too much but have one of the settings be at a gala? If you do decide to go with Damian have an older version of him.”
Author’s Note: OMG you guys wont believe the amount of writers block I have had with this story. Today I walk around my house yelling incoherent words. My dog was very worried. Though tonight I have finally finished it all. The problem is that only part of part two got proofread today, so there is going to be a part three!! Yay!! I can guaranteed that part 3 will be released tomorrow as soon as my people have looked it over. Thank you for reading this and don’t forget to like and reblog. ^.^
When you arrive at the end of the staircase your father kisses you on the cheek and says, “You enjoy yourself sweetie, Daddy has some work to do.”
You let your mouth drop as your father walks away from you and starts talking to some rich guy. You can’t believe that he would leave you here. It was always a business deal with him. You were sure that his main goal in life was to become richer and bigger than Bruce Wayne. It was always about the stupid Waynes.
You decide to hurry off and find something to drink or find someone to talk to. Weaving your way around people you finally find a waiter holding a tray of champagne. You snag a glass quickly.
“Um, excuse me, but may I have this next dance.”
You turn to see a tall young man. He is wearing a impeccable tux that outlines just a bit of his muscles. This guy is handsome without a doubt, but also familiar.
“I am sorry,” You say. “Have we met before?”
“No I don’t think we have.” His eyes dance and that smile… “My name is Damian Wayne.”
All former attraction is gone in a flash. This was Damian Wayne. Oh if your father could see you now. Talking with Damian Wayne, but that was just it you did not want to be talking with Damian Wayne. Not only was he the son of your father’s obsession, but he was renowned for stringing young girls along before dumping them. This was not your kind of guy and hell would have to freeze over before you danced with him.
“Oh,” You say with a small smile. “Thank you Mr. Wayne for the offer but no thank you.” You then turn and walk away.
Damian just stood there shocked. Never in his life had he been rejected by someone before. Girls and some guys had always flocked over him. This had led to a lot of fun, but this… How could someone refuse him?
“I will take it she said no?” Grayson said from behind him.
Damian grinded his teeth. He hated that Grayson had witnessed his failure. “It doesn’t matter she will say yes soon.”
Damian then marched off, following the lovely girl in the purple dress. Leaving a smiling Dick Grayson behind.
Tracking her was easily because he was Robin after all. He found her in the corner of the grand ballroom texting on her phone. She was obviously very interested in whoever she was texting, but she wouldn’t for long. Damian strutted over to her with determination illuminating from his very bones.
“I’m sorry before you left I didn’t get your name.” said Damian putting all of his charm into his smile.
“That would be because I don’t want to give it to you.” She said still looking at her phone.
“You know it isn’t polite not to look someone in the eyes while they are talking to you.”
She smiled and looked at him straight in the eyes and said “It is also not polite to follow a girl after she has refused you.”
“Yes well I am not used to people saying no to me.”
“No I guess you’re not. Well then allow me to be the first to say no.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Maybe I am.”
Damian smiled he was beginning to like this girl more than he already had.
The reader (a SHIELD agent) is pregnant with Loki’s child so she left
Loki because of the fear of rejection. After a year, Tony invited the
reader for his birthday property, and she brought her baby along (having
no choice). So she and Loki meet again. Happy ending and fluff please
Amount of Words: 2.312
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader.
Warnings: Mentions of abortion, but really, just fluff ♥
Author Notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/E/C) is your eye color, (Y/L/N) is your last name.
The two pink lines were bright enough for you to have no doubts about what they meant. Pregnancy. You were pregnant, you, an agent. You, agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were pregnant. This was definitely not the worst part of it, the fact that you were now carrying Loki Laufeyson’s child was the thing that scared you to death. He was a god, the trickster God, and also, he was frost giant; lots of questions wandered inside your head, what did that mean? What were you supposed to do about it? You had to carry on or you could abort? And if you did carry on, how were you going to raise a child on you own? What if the child developed powers? And so on, and so on.
The Avengers were very supportive with everything you did, but having a child was a totally different thing; not only it meant that you’d have to quit the agency (which sucked because you hadn’t had a proper job in years) but because you’d have to live on your own with a baby that required a lot of energy and time, and last but not least, the fact that you didn’t have a proper apartment made you crazy.
“Open the door or I’ll tear it down!!” Natasha threatened from outside the bathroom; she had bought for you the test and so she was waiting for you. “Come on, tell me what is it! (Y/N)! You know you can count on me right?”
Who to tell? Natasha was definitely the only one who had to know, but what about Loki? He was the father, after all, but was he even ready to have a child when you weren’t even a couple? Sure you went out on some dates together, and the avengers had just assumed that you were an item, but you were nothing official, and now, there were less chances of your being together. Babies do change everything in life.
Opening the door you saw Natasha sitting on the edge of the bed, she was waiting for you, and when she saw you about to burst in tears she immediately ran to catch you. She knew the answer and you knew that she was going to be there with you through everything.
“It’s ok, you won’t be alone” She repeated as she gently petted your hair. “How can it be ok? I’m gonna have a child and the father is not going to be around, and I have to cope with everything by myself” “What about me?” Natasha asked “I may not have a penis but I can help you with everything you need, even talking to Stark” She said jokingly “Why him?” You sobbed. “Because he’s going to make sure that you have all you need. Apartment, doctor’s appointments, everything. Do you want to leave now?” “I think I’ll wait a couple days, just to get everything ready, can you tell Tony to keep quiet? Specially around Thor” “Don’t worry baby momma, aunt Natie is going to take care of everything” she gave you an assuring smile.
And as Natasha promised, you and your unborn baby were given everything that Stark could get for you, from a comfy apartment with a Jarvis system, to the best doctors in the city. You were happy about keeping your bun in the oven, and 9 months later, you gave birth to the cutest baby girl you had seen. Little Natasha (Y/L/N). Tony offered to give her his last name, but you rather her having yours and Natasha couldn’t be happier to finally have a child named after her.
After a year of leaving the Stark tower your little Natasha was 3 months and had the same emerald green eyes as her father Loki. Today it was Tony’s birthday and you both were invited; you dressed her in a little red dress with golden flowers, and covered that almost hairless head with a knitted headband; in 9 months of pregnancy you learned how to knit, how to cook healthy food, parenting tips and some incredible facts about language in babies as you saw really reduced your training hours and intensity.
As your body was strong before pregnancy, you went back to your agent figure in no time and for that, you kept thanking your lucky stars. That sleeved little black dress you had still fitted you perfectly, and tonight you weren’t wearing any accessories as your daughter was enough. You were really nervous because you knew Tony had invited everyone, and everyone included Loki. Fortunately Natasha was with you that night in your place and she made sure you’d be calmed down.
“Hey, don’t worry” She said “he will be just another man at the party, keep that in mind” “Yeah, I mean, how bad can it be?” You said ironically “It’s not like he’s the daddy” “Wait, he’s no dad. In that case Tony would be much more of a dad than he is. Even I am more of a daddy to little Nat” “It’s not like I don’t appreciate both your efforts, but let’s face it. If Thor comes to her he will recognize it, you just look at her! They are completely alike” You said holding your head with both of your hands. “Ok, let’s do this, you and I are going to have fun at that party because Stark gives the greatest parties, ok? And you are going to bring that cute little thing to that party and you’re going to brag about it because isn’t it beautiful?” Natasha picked her up and your daughter smiled wide and laughed with her aunt.
A black car picked you up and you were ready to go to Tony’s birthday party, it was empty as you he wanted to spend time with his niece. Your baby smiled at him and softly patted his cheeks whenever he said something. That child was full of love and you couldn’t be more grateful for that, but still you thought she needed a father.
“Who’s the cutest girl in this world?” He asked in a high pitched voice “and when will you say Tony?” “Tony don’t even try it, she won’t say a syllable until a few months more” You said very proud of what you learnt “and the syllables will be ‘ba’ ‘da’ and perhaps 'ma’” “Booo, mommy is too boring, right?” He talked to the baby and she laughed. “Oh, now that we are here I hope you don’t mind I invited the Asgard boys” “It’s ok, I’m sure I’ll be too busy to care about Loki anyway” you shrugged.
James Rhodes was the first one to arrive and he was very surprised to see you and with a baby and so were Clint, Steve, Bucky, Sam and Maria. She kept a little away from you as she didn’t like children; she had the idea of them being too noisy and unbearable, but when she saw how cute and giggly little Natasha was, she drooled about her. Bucky kept away from both of you as well but your daughter kept looking for him, maybe it was the metal arm that called her attention.
“Bucky, it’s ok, she trusts you, look how she reaching out for you” You assured him with a big smile “it’ll be just fine”
Bucky took her in his arms and she instantly giggled; and he won her heart when he threw kisses at the baby. Thor and Loki were the last ones to arrive, they had Midgardian outfits and you almost forgot hot beautiful Loki was. His long black hair was made into a man bun and he was wearing a black tux. They said hi to Tony with big hugs and Thor saw you and walked towards you immediately.
“Lady (Y/N)? Is this truly you?” He asked without believing his eyes; Natasha was still playing with Bucky, Steve and her auntie Natasha “It’s so good to see you after such a long time, you left the place without telling anyone, why was it?” “I had to take care of a little thing” You said look it at your daughter “I am a mom now” You smiled widely. “A what? How come you didn’t tell us?” He said holding you in his big arms and as you rested your head on his shoulder, you saw Loki and he looked right into your (YEC) eyes. He walked towards you when Thor let go of you, you asked Bucky for your daughter and you showed her to him “Oh, hello little lady!” “This is Natasha (Y/L/N); Natie, this your uncle Thor” “May I talk to you in another place, lady (Y/N)?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded and started walking with him before Loki got closer. You left your daughter again with his aunt. “May I ask who the father is?” “He’s not around, he has never been” “And her father is by any chance Loki?” Your jaw dropped. “How did you know that?” “It wasn’t really hard to tell; the girl looks exactly like him” “You can’t tell him” You begged. “I give you my word that I won’t tell him, but you’ll have to give me yours that you will, and you have to do it-” “What will (Y/N) do?” Loki said interrupting his brother, his voice was silky and his emerald eyes pierced your soul. “Perhaps I should leave you two alone, it was a pleasure talking to you lady (YN), thank you for coming back” He said kissing the back of your hand, you blushed a little and then he left.
As Thor brought you to the balcony, you took a few steps closer to the glass that allowed you to see the whole city of New York without getting cold. Loki walked towards you, and he caressed your arm very gently. You both looked at each other for a while, and your heart wanted to confess that he had a daughter but your brain fighted back; after an awkward silence that seemed to last forever, Loki spoke first.
“You look beautiful tonight, (Y/N); you were always gorgeous, but tonight, and after a year since the last time we met, you have something different, and it’s not in your body, it’s in your soul and it comes out through your skin” “Thank you, Loki. You look really handsome too” “Can you tell me who that little girl is? Nobody wanted to say a word” “She… She is Natasha (Y/L/N), she is my daughter” Loki’s mouth opened but he was unable to make any word; you could tell he had a certain sadness in his eyes, he missed you a lot and now that you had a daughter he saw even more impossible to be with you. “And who’s the father to that beautiful girl?” He finally muttered. “Loki… Her father…” Your eyes filled up with tears but you but your lip to keep them from falling “it’s you…”
Loki broke the distance between you two as he held you closely in his arms; you could feel how his heart beat fast and his arms sweetly stroke your back. You didn’t care about your make up at all the minute you felt the tears finally coming out. A year ago you were so afraid of his reaction, and how he was holding you in his arms as if he said that everything was just fine, perhaps you should have said something.
“I want to meet her” he said kissing your hair “can I meet her?” “Of course you can… But…” You hesitated one second before leaning forward to press your lips against his. He held your waist and the kiss made up for that whole year you weren’t together.
You both went inside, and when Natasha saw you she asked if everything was ok, but as she saw you and Loki holding hands, she figured everything was perfectly fine. She handed you your daughter and little Natasha looked at Loki as if they knew the other for years. Something inside Loki’s heart melted before that baby who looked at him the way a daughter should see her father.
“Hello little lady, how are you?” He said with a big smile on his lips, which your daughter responded happily “what’s her name?” He asked you. “Natasha (Y/L/N)” you replied. “Well, aren’t you gorgeous?” He asked in a high pitched voice. You little bundle of love had the amazing ability of being liked by everyone who met her, and you weren’t quite sure if it was a natural thing or because she was half a god. “Yes you are!” Loki held his hands up as the baby was up in the air, for some reason you weren’t afraid of her falling. “Does he know, right?” Natasha whispered in your ear, you nodded and she gave you a big hug “I’m very proud of you momma, you are the strongest woman I’ve ever met”
The party went on, and of course, your little Natasha stole the show as Tony wanted to blow up the candles with her. She was unique, as most babies cry when there’s too much noise, Natasha seemed to enjoy being around people, very different from her father, Loki Laufeyson.
You finally made things up with Loki and he decided to take you to Asgard so your little daughter could meet the other side of the family. Odin, the Allfather was definitely the happiest around her; her bubbly 5 months old personality captivated him as no one else did. You still lived in your apartment, but now, the other side of your bed was filled by the man you adored the most in your life; and you couldn’t be happier for your daughter. She was going to grow up with her father and you we’re going to be with the love of your life.
ive been holding off on making a post like this but its been way too long, honestly. this shit needs to be said because being told that im not a man or that im not man enough by other trans men is extremely painful, and, believe it or not, it happens to me a lot more than you’d probably imagine. why, you ask? the answer is simple! (cough toxic masculinity cough) it’s because i have a feminine personality and i cant physically transition. i will not explain why. because that is my business and no one else’s. i dont bind, either, because of sensory issues – though, i’ll say again, i shouldnt have to explain my personal choices to anyone, especially not other trans people.
so, to get into the meat of it, if you’re a trans dude like me, just… listen. if you cant transition physically, thats okay. if you dont want to transition physically, thats okay. you arent less of a man. those curves, if you have them, are a man’s curves. your long lashes, if you have them, are a man’s eyelashes. your round face and narrow shoulders, if you have them, are a man’s face and a man’s shoulders. your thick thighs and round belly, if you have them, are a man’s thighs and a man’s belly. i dont care if you are 4'5 or 6'10, you are a man. i don’t care if you weigh 120 or 350, you are a man. i dont care if you wear frilly pink dresses or tailored black tuxes, you. are. a. man.
you will never belong to anyone but you. your shapes, your hobbies, your soul, your heart, those things belong to you, regardless of what people think of them. your shapes are a man’s shapes. your heart is a man’s heart. we are brothers in this. you dont owe me any “proof” of masculinity and you don’t owe it to anyone else either.
so, whether its your wallet telling you you cant transition, your medical history causing difficulties and stopping you, or just your heart telling you that its not time or that your body is fine the way it is, you are not less of a man. you never could be. because being a trans man isnt a race of who can look more like a cis man first, its an experience of transitioning to a life of living as a man. its the experience of knowing in your heart that you are a man and doing what you can to find contentment and happiness with yourself, your life, your body. nobody gets to police that. i will tell you that a million times. all people are brought into this world as their own person, with their own mind and heart and soul. all people are different, and yes, this includes men, despite what cis masculinity and the toxic culture surrounding it may tell you. all men should be given access to a world where they can express their emotions and express themselves through their clothes and bodies. this includes you.
nobody knows your soul the way you do. nobody else can determine what you are but you.
regardless of how feminine inside or out you are, trans men are men. you, my friend, are a man. no one else gets to decide that, and you will always, always, always, have a place by me.
i know this is probably extremely long-winded, but being misgendered and dismissed by men who are supposed to be like me is… painful. more than that. i can handle cis men telling me im less than them because transphobia colors most things that i experience in my social life, but hearing it from other queers is heartbreaking, and hearing it from other trans men feels… incomparable to anything. the hopelessness and anger and the sadness that i cannot possibly put into words is.. horrible. its horrible.
so, youve heard it here: you are a man. dont listen to truscum or transmedicalists that would tell you otherwise. dont listen to terfs. and dont listen to internalized transphobia. seek your happiness. listen to your heart and to your body.
Having a super soldier boyfriend had a lot of perks. For instance when you were moving in together, like you were doing now, it helped alot. He could carry tons of boxes and never got tired. With him also came his best friends. Another super soldier with a metallic arm and an ex soldier that never failed to make you laugh. It made moving a breeze.
Once all the boxes were inside, you made your way into the bedroom to begin unpacking some of your clothes. Meanwhile, Steve was in the living room unpacking one of your boxes labeled memories.
Pulling out your old middle school yearbook, he flipped through the pages to find your picture. What met him was a girl of 12, with butterfly clips in her hair, blue glasses and braces. Smiling fondly at the awkward girl in the picture, he closed the book and pulled out another.
This time your Senior yearbook from high school. In this one he found a young woman with pearls draped around her neck and a vibrant smile, gone were the glasses and braces. He was about to call you into the room, when a pink sparkly notebook with a little silver lock caught his eye.
He looked behind him to see if you were still in your (now) shared bedroom, and opened the book with the title Diary. He bit his lip knowing he shouldn’t even be thinking about reading it, but he couldn’t help it. Steve quickly rationalized that it was probably from when you were a kid so these secrets didn’t matter too much. Plus you live together now, you shouldn’t keep secrets from each other.
Punk!Percy getting really lovey dovey and mushy with Annabeth. I really love your writing by the way!
He’s been thinking about it for a while. (Thinking about it as in stressing about it, as in asking Grover about it endlessly, and seeking his mother’s and Paul’s opinions, and even bringing it up to Chiron who actually laughed at him, and once he even asked a stranger on the bus who just told him to go for his dreams, which was just generic enough to work. He’s dreamed of Annabeth, about telling her how he feels. He’s dreamed of kissing Annabeth, and taking her to his bed, and—well. There’s been a lot of variation.)
But to get desperate enough to talk to Stuart about it as they wait for his mother to pick him up? Kind of desperate.
“You should take her on a date,” Stuart says, looking up from his book. The kid pushes his glasses up on his nose and manages to look haughty and dorky and knowledgeable all at the same time. He’s eight, for God’s sake. “Light candles. Make her something to eat. Hold her hand across the table. I take it you’ve seen Lady and the Tramp?”
“Oh, my God,” Percy mutters, relieved when Stuart’s mom finally pulls up to the curb. “Get out of here, kid.”