Traveler

Sorry about the long absence/unannounced hiatus. Things had gotten a bit hectic in my life from illness to injury (i’m fine now) and I kind of went into a minor depressive spell because of it, which made my motivation for anything go severely downhill. 

I’m doing much better now, and I’m going to be around a hell of a lot more once again.

It took everything in him not to laugh when the car rolled to a stop in front of the compound, and the driver opened the back door. Penny, sound asleep with alligator in hand, was probably one of the funniest sights Klaus had ever seen.

He said nothing, simply reaching in and lifting the Traveler into his arms. There was a smile on his face for the entire walk to his room, even as he was placing Penny in the bed and fetching a glass of water and pain medication to place beside him on the nightstand.

Klaus took a seat in the chair next to the bed, waiting on his new friend to awaken.

Penny slept the whole time Klaus carried him, mumbling lightly in his sleep but never actually awakening. Even as Klaus laid him in the bed, his eyes never even faintly opened. About an hour or so later, however, and Penny began to stir, opening his eyes wide and blinking hard a few times to clear the sleep in his eyes. He still clutched the plastic green alligator in his hand, and he rubbed at his forehead with the other as he slowly sat up and tried to remember how he’d gotten where he was.

Then he felt a familiar presence, caught the glimpse of an unmistakable aura from the corner of his eye, and he looked up at the one seated beside the bed.

“Klaus.” He said, voice groggy and rough as he gave him a nod and looked around. He spotted the water and pills on the bedside and reached for them, setting his prized gator on the bed. Swallowing them down and guzzling the water, he put the glass back and looked over to the Hybrid, rubbing at his sore jaw.

“Very well.” he said, sheathing his sword. “So you’re learning time travel then, huh? Fun hobby. Except for the racism and lynch mobs and people killing you because your cell phone rings, it’s really pretty awesome, mate.”

Oooooohhhhhhhh fuck and Penny was doing that thing, the thing where he mouthlested Eliot’s neck. El had just finished teasing Penny about whimpering, and here the king was, moaning, and none too quietly.

His husband learned quickly.

Penny was growing hard at the thought of being El’s throne, but Eliot was grinding into his spouse because fuck yes, the kisses, the scrape of teeth against his neck. It was hard (haha puns) to move, to stumble away with Penny until they could find somewhere for the Traveller to sit down.

“Best throne I could ever have,” Eliot assured him. Penny wasn’t the only one whose voice was affected by lust. The king’s voice had grown husky, a bit breathless. But fuck, emotion had him tender, had his hands divert from their original course of stripping his lover, going to knead the base of Penny’s skull instead. “I love you any way you’ll have me, Penny. Sex or no sex. Though gods know I love the sex too.” He laughed nervously. Shit, was he saying this right? Was Penny getting it? The passion was…fantastic. Eliot definitely wanted his sexy throne. But his love wasn’t dependent on how many times Penny could get Eliot to cum in one go, or how many times they made love.

The Traveler easily moved with Eliot, as if the High King were leading him through a dance through the room, keeping in perfect step. His hands wandered over Eliot just as much as Eliot’s wandered over his, and he only wished he’d had his power back. Because of Eliot though he was good with his hands when he couldn’t use magic... well, he was excited to show his husband what else he could do once his ability was restored.

Whimpering against Eliot’s lips, Penny almost whined when the other pulled out of the kiss to speak. The taste of his lover was on the tip of his tongue, and as Eliot clumsily expressed himself, a small smirk levied across his face.

Even without being a Psychic, Eliot could tell what Penny was thinking. He laughed softly even as he cuddled Penny into his side. “Your thoughts are all over your face, Miss Moneypenny,” he teased. It was better to joke, to tease, to use his wit, than to properly face what scared the shit out of him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist sword puns right now? …Not that I’m saying ‘no’ to your help.”

He’d be lying if he said he was completely okay. If Eliot said I want to live no matter what, it would be a lie. But…wanting to not make Penny cry, to not upset him, that was stronger than the near-constant maybe it would be better if I just died; people would be better off without me; I’m a fuckup.

And Penny might’ve been a Psychic, but Eliot kept his mind tightly locked while there were enemies and threats all around, which was understandable. Still, he’d been in dark places in his own mind himself, when life seemed to be unbearable and the better option was to just... give up and end it all.

“And your thoughts are all over your face too, Your Majesty.” Penny prodded back, looking up at Eliot with concern in his eyes. “Your people need you, and you’ve made the Fillorians your people whether you like it or not. But... I need you too. And it’s not just to get out of a lifetime of servitude to the Order. You’re honest with me, genuinely honest. You don’t lie and make promises you know are impossible. I don’t get that from a lot of people, but I get that from you.

Eliot loved making Penny moan and melt like this. The younger man could be so sharp-tongued at times, try to be so harsh-edged so people couldn’t get in, make him hurt. But with Eliot…Penny melted. Softened. Reached out in return when the king reached for him. And it was more than passion, though both of them had passion enough to spare between them.

Thank the gods that Penny was his husband.

As his hips rolled, friction and pleasure alike growing between the two men, Eliot couldn’t resist asking, “What would my beautiful Miss Moneypenny like right now? To see if I can make you cum in your pants? To be bent over and taken from behind? Find a chair and have some practice being my throne? Your wish is my command.” Whatever choice Penny made–even if it was to not go that far right now–Eliot wanted to kiss him deeply, for as long as possible. The words ‘I love you’ were oh-so-recently shared between them. It left the High King craving affirmation, affection, Penny.

Penny was pretty fluid in the bedroom when it came to being the dominant or the submissive one, but typically he was the dominant. However, with Eliot, it was all too easy to let the elder Magician take control, and Penny liked how he did it. He liked the praise, he liked the encouragement from Eliot to have what he wanted, how he wanted it. No one had really given him that in his life before.

It’s no wonder he’d fallen so hard, so fast for the High King.

“Well… I’m a repo man.” she said, giving him an odd look, as if he should have known this already. “That’s why we have all the dead people around, because we cut them up to take back t he parts when they don’t pay.” she said. “And the sex is because Nate is a crazy fuck who completely dissociates when he works and basically has a completely different personality from the buttoned up father figure he is at staff meetings.” she said. “And I like fucking crazy fucks.”

“Repo man. Right.” Penny nodded, as if he absolutely understood what she was talking about, even if he didn’t. Of course, didn’t take much to put two and two together and realize that wherever he had ended up, organ repossession was apparently a thing.

I also have an old OC I’ve moved to a new blog because his voice has come on strong. I’ll reblog his promo again after this post, but I’ll also be over on him tonight working on icons and throwing out some sentence starters.

@pennyinyourthoughts ~ after the ever after

“ Is it just a stigma? “ he questions, a little strung up on alcohol but hey when wasn’t he? He needed some way to keep his mind off other things. A smile touches to his lips as reaches his gaze to the others. “ Can you really grant wishes or is that what everyone just assumes? Because I know sometimes tales lie. They lie all the bloody time. “

“I used to be able to.” 

@pennyinyourthoughts ~ liked for a gv thing

he really doesn’t know him. but he’s heard stories. of course he has. he thinks that everyone here knows each others stories. it makes him feel somewhat uncomfortable in the feeling. he stands there a little uncertain. he looks at him for a moment, trying to decide something but he can’t figure something out. he wonders a lot about this one. “do i still get a wish? or is it not for me?”

“I don’t grant wishes anymore.” 

Penny said simply, looking at the other man with a young face that was somehow worn with centuries. He didn’t know much about the other, but he’d guessed that he wasn’t asking the question out of arbitrary curiosity. Few ever did.