#CAN I JUST SAY

[starmocha]

Remember when I said the Grassland!Sylus childhood friends/arranged marriage/soulmates AU was at around 4.6k words?

she grew and I still have like three scenes I need to finish writing, but instead of doing that, I kept writing new scenes and...I think I lost control of the story and my life (╥_╥)

So I'm posting another snippet, because...my brain is tired and I really, really, really want to finish this by Sunday because I have another AU wip that I'm also obsessed with I mean I need to finish part 3 of that other Sylus breeding kink fic I promise it's coming

Reminder that this story will include light breeding kink, pregnancy kink, smut, body worship, gratuitous usages of terms of endearment ("my bride" and "my beloved"), Sylus being grossly in love with you, basically lots of fluff. Anyhoo...

The following morning you were lazing in the field as the flock of sheep grazed peacefully all around you. The warm sunlight had you yawning, already feeling yourself being lured by the tempting sun into drifting back to sleep. As the time passed, your eyes felt heavier, and you nodded off a little. Another yawn escaped before you decided a few minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. Slowly, you closed your eyes, letting them rest for a few minutes. “Is this what you do when I’m not here?” You immediately opened your eyes when you heard Sylus’ approaching voice. You let out a soft surprised squeak when he knelt down next to you, his face looming just mere inches from yours. He was smirking. “Lazing around and sleeping? What if your sheep gets stolen by wild beasts, my beloved?” You glared at him. “I was not sleeping. I…was blinking.” “Your eyes were closed for far longer than a blink should be.” “I had some dust in my eyes.” “I’m quite sure I heard you snoring.” You blushed and shoved his face aside, glowering when he started laughing at you. “Did you come all the way out here just to tease me?” “Mmhmm,” he answered with a pleased nod as he sat back with his legs propped up. His elbow rested on top of his leg while he cradled his chin in his hand. You noticed in his other hand was a wreath crafted from leaves and berries. Your heart quickened and you gasped softly. You looked at him expectantly. It was at that moment that you noticed the dark bags under his eyes. You crawled over to him and he sat back, allowing you to settle in between his long legs. You reached up and touched his face. “Did you not sleep last night?” you asked him worriedly. He simply smiled and shook his head. Without a word, Sylus placed the wreath on top of your head. You reached up and touched it tentatively as you looked at him confused. “I wanted to finish this for you,” he explained, smiling, “Just as I had thought. This suits you.” “R-really?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed again, nodding. He leaned in to steal your lips. “You look beautiful.” “Sylus…” You could feel your cheeks warming up as he spoke. “Now everyone will know you are mine and I am yours.” You felt touched by his gesture. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck, surprising him into losing his balance. Sylus laid on the grass with you on top of him. You grinned and kissed him happily. He looked up, gasping softly when he saw the sunlight had formed a radiant halo behind your head. How…ethereal... He smiled, his hand gently grasped your chin, his thumb brushing over your soft, trembling lips. “We are already promised to one another,” he said, “but if I may be presumptuous, I would still like to ask.” You looked down at him confused. “My beloved,” he said, voice soft and sincere, “will you be my bride?” You stroked his cheek, and as you leaned down closer to his face, your wreath tilted on your head. “What do you think?” He smiled. “Your wreath is going to fall off.” “You’ll put it back on for me, right?” He huffed in amusement at your audacious question, but he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, reaching up to fix the wreath for you, “I will…my bride.” For that brief moment, you felt like your heart had stopped, and then you smiled again as you leaned in and kissed him, feeling his strong arms wrapped around you and holding you close to his body. “This is my vow to you, my bride” he said, “There is only you in my eyes. In this life and all of the lifetimes afterwards, I will always choose you.” “Same for me,” you answered, gazing back at him fondly. You stroked his cheek, letting yourself drown in those passionate crimson eyes. “I will always find you,” you promised, “In all of our lives together, I will always find you and choose you, my love.” Your ardent words beckoned his lips to yours, and for the rest of the day, you lay together under the warm morning sun on the grassland, lost in your own world of bliss.

[zeesalted]

Suffering through art block rn so,,, musa doodles to help me cope it is!

[poolpvrty]

We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?

Regulus and Lily

[saintobio]

gojo, akemi, and sachiro all snuggled together in one giant bed, with sachi nestled close to auntie ‘kemi who’s softly singing him to sleep, while dada satoru watches them both, holding them in his arms and feeling this warmth in his heart at the sight of their bond >>>

[kithtaehyung]

[ 3tanfall ] ok so i posted this in the cul de sac but it's also gonna live on the blog too bc!! it's part of 3tanotes and i'm way too excited about it :')) so thank you all again and here's the spoiler passage!

A gentle autumn breeze wraps around your shoulders as you wait. Leaves traverse the concrete at your shoes, and you feel at peace while the sun starts to set. 

How long have you been standing here? Surely Yoongi would’ve responded or at least texted you by now. 

Knocking again, you pull out your phone to call him, noticing that the water bowl next to your feet is empty but the food bowl still has some spare scraps. With your free hand, you scoop up the empty container. 

Where is he? You know he’s home so—

The door opens while your phone still rings, so you’re staring back at a pair of glasses in shock. Probably not how he expected to see you. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Yoongi responds, blinking at the bowl in your hand. “Oh, was that empty?” 

“Mmhmm.” While you step inside, you quietly swoon at the way he slips your bag from your shoulder, laughing at his sudden set of questions.

“What the—? What the hell’s in here?” 

You throw an explanation over your side on the way to the kitchen. “A surprise!” 

Thumps hit his counter as he exerts effort. “Goddamn. You moving in?” 

“You wish!” If this man says that one more time, you're packing your bags. Only hypothetically, of course. Because there's no way he means it right now.

Your sad grin’s light bounces off the sink at an angle. “Just got some things at the store and didn’t wanna use bags.” 

When a hand braces the counter next to your waist, your mood instantly blooms. A hint of shyness will linger as always, but it’s paired with beautiful familiarity. Truly a welcome change in this new chapter, new season with him. 

Yoongi’s other hand warms your arm with a light skim. And he doesn’t speak until you’re done with your task of filling the bowl with water,

“You could.” 

Oh. 

Just as the world transforms outside, so does your soul as every pretty and fleeting emotion nestles under your cheeks. When you slowly look Yoongi’s way, you admire his eyelashes as he focuses on the fingers touching your skin. 

“I could,” you whisper back. When he lifts his gaze, your smile spreads. “If you convince me.” 

That damn scrunch of his nose would be enough. But Yoongi sniffs in determination, straightening his posture before folding sleeved arms. “Mm… Sounds tough.” Your hands are still damp when he squints at the ceiling, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to strangle him when he jokes, 

“And I’m lazy.” 

“Oh, you—!” You laugh along with him as he breaks his facade, which doesn’t prepare you for the way he quickly tugs you in for a stupidly delicious kiss. It’s almost lethal enough for you to drop the bowl completely, but he releases as quickly as he pounced. 

Leaving you with swollen lips and swirls for eyes. 

Gathering what’s left of your sanity, you slowly squeak out, “That’s a… Good start.” 

“Nice.” Yoongi flicks your nose before walking to his room. “After you put that out, come in here. Wanna show you something.” 

“Something? Or something...”

He laughs. “Just hurry up. You’ll see.”  

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a/n: goodbye i've missed them so much and i can't wait to finish this oh my godddd. hope y'all are ready for a whole pile of fluff and steamy goodness lmao

[jollyart]

A Hanabi Hyuga appreciation post.

[deliciouskeys]

They ask us, "How's it feel to be God's favorite?" I say, "We don't know, we've never known different" I'm seeing red, I'm seeing blood, I'm seeing visions I'm seeing something not too far off in the distance And the babies are dressed up in a big, big man suit Happy, happy people happy to ignore the issue And I know you don't wanna hear it, I know you don't wanna know So don't worry about it, all our names will be in the vote

--I Looked the Future in the Eyes, It's Mine by Sofia Isella

[agendratum]

the legend of shen li slightly out of context

[bringthekaos]

Please, pleas consider an AU where Jayce tries to reject the council seat like maybe he says that he'll only take a seat if Viktor also has one,, and obvs there are 2 options either they say no and Jayvik can fuck off and do science in peace (i am in denial abt the up coming divorce) or they say yes and they both kinda suffer this time together edition!

Ugh, honestly option 1 would have solved so much… Jayce would have been spending more time in the lab, and they would have been channeling their collective energies into creating instead of solving trade disputes and Hexgate security issues. One of the main arguments they had was that Viktor thought they weren’t doing enough to use Hextech to help the people of the Undercity, and the reason for this was because Jayce was having to put all his energy into being a counselor. Jayce also would have noticed Viktor’s failing health a lot sooner, and likely also noticed how reckless he was being with the Hexcore, possibly avoiding the Sky situation entirely.

But option 2??? Oh my god, Viktor would have absolutely despised being a counselor… he would have been miserable and angry and bitter. I think he would have lasted a week tops dealing with their bureaucracy before he snapped and went full gremlin mode—letting loose a fully unhinged ten minute rant laden with the foulest language he can muster in two languages, leading to him (probably both of them) being censured and removed from the council. And possibly thrown in jail, haha.

But up until then, they might actually get some shit done with the council?? Like, yeah Viktor would have hated it (Jayce obv hated it too, but he sucked it up and tried to do his best), but with Viktor’s steadfast commitment to helping people and Jayce’s ability to turn that into a speech/presentation those bureaucrats would actually listen to? Damn, fucking power couple. Zaun may have had its independence much, much sooner, avoiding Silco’s entire campaign and Jinx’s extreme measures.

Ugh, what could have been…

[adimouze]

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[crowinthecorner]

time after time

[superlarva]

Rex got Fives a blanket :)

Here's chapter 2 of my fic about Rex parenting baby domino twins!

Chapter 1 here! <- Although you probably don't really need to read it to figure out what's going on.

Next chapter: 03

Summary: Rex brings his newly acquired 7 year old Fives home, making a few stops along the way.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse

Chapter 2 - The Journey Home

It was dark outside. And raining. Always raining. Fives shifted closer to the nice policeman. His hand was warm. Fives held it a little tighter.

Echo always said policemen were like superheroes. He had read about them in a book one time. Apparently, they made sure people were following the rules and kept everyone safe. Fives had not been sure they were real; it had seemed like a fantasy.

He had asked his mom who the police were once. She had gotten mad and said that the police would only come if he and his brothers were really bad. She had said that they would separate them and make sure he never saw Echo or his other brothers ever again.

Fives looked up at the nice policeman as they walked through the parking lot. His mom was sort of right: they had separated him from Echo.

But she was also sort of wrong.

This policeman had not asked a million questions like the other ones, had not yelled and been scary like the other ones. Instead, he had offered to let him stay with him until he had to go back home—was he going back home?

Fives figured maybe some of the policemen were like Echo’s version and some were like his mom’s. He was glad that this one was like Echo’s.

He liked this one.

They stopped walking.

The nice policeman—Rex?—pulled something out of his pocket and clicked a button. Fives jumped back when the car in front of them lit up and emitted a strange beeping noise.

It was like he was back at home. Back at home going through a drill.

The drill.

It had been Heavy’s idea: during morning drill they would escape.

Halls of flashing red lights and loud sirens.

Climbing over the citadel walls.

Then the explosion.

Cutup, Droidbait, and Heavy gone.

Just him and Echo left.

Just him and Echo.

Then just him.

Rex tried to coax Fives into the backseat of his car, but the boy would not budge. He had tensed up when Rex unlocked the car, and was now just staring absently at the vehicle, rooted in place.

Rex needed to get the kid out of the cold rain and if Fives would not move himself, he had no other option. Rex crouched down in front of the boy, “I’m gonna pick you up and put you in my car, okay?”

Nothing.

“Alright, up we go,” Rex swung Fives up into the back seat.

The contact seemed to get the boy’s attention and he made a quiet whine of protest when Rex extracted himself from him. Rex quickly strapped Fives in before shutting the door so no more rain would get in.

As Res walked around the car to the driver’s side, he checked his phone and sighed when the screen came up empty. Cody had taken a taxi to Kamino General to check on Echo while Rex was signing paperwork. He had said he would text any updates on Echo’s condition.

Rex ducked into the car and checked Fives in the mirror. The boy was curled up with his knees to his chest, the same way he had been when Rex had first seen him. Rex twisted around in his seat so he was facing Fives, “Hey, buddy.”

Fives peaked up at him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty hungry. Should we stop somewhere on our way home?”

Fives’s eyebrows pushed together, but he nodded his head.

“Any type of food you’re in the mood for?”

Fives shrugged, eyes darting around that dark car, before offering a small, hopeful, “Pizza?”

Rex grinned and started up the engine, “Pizza it is.”

After they crossed out of Kamino, Rex pulled off the highway and found a small pizza place in the outskirts of Coruscant. It was a quiet family run place and the older man behind the counter greeted them warmly when they walked in. There was a couple at the front ordering and a group of teens sitting at a booth in the back whispering excitedly about something.

The prospect of food had seemed to energize Fives a bit and as they waited in line he bounced on his toes a little. Rex decided on a slice of classic peperoni, then looked down at Fives, who was squinting up at the menu, “Anything look good?”

Fives hummed and then pointed to one of the pizzas with a pile of colorful toppings on display over the counter, “What’s that one?”

“Uh,” Rex craned his neck to see the small label over the heads of the couple in front of them. He turned back to Fives, “The Works.”

Fives looked up at him, a fire in his eyes Rex hadn’t seen before, “That one. I want that one.”

The couple moved away from the counter and Rex and Fives filled their place. The old man smiled down at the boy from over the counter, but his expression soured quickly, and Rex became painfully aware of just how odd the pair of them must look.

Fives was wearing a sleeveless undershirt, a pair of boxers, and nothing but socks on his feet in cold December weather. He was—quite honestly—filthy, and bruised head to toe. Rex on the other hand, looked fairly well put together. They painted quite the picture.

Rex grimaced and shuffled around in his pockets for his wallet, taking care to make sure the man would be able to see his 501st patch on his jacket as he did. That was sure to stop him from calling the police, even if it would mean he jumped to the slightly wrong conclusion.

“We’ll have a slice of peperoni and a slice of The Works.”

The man behind the counter looked up from Fives and smiled despite the look of horror brewing behind his eyes, “That’ll be $3.98, anything else I can get you, officer?”

Rex looked at Fives asking a silent question, but the boy just stared back looking slightly overwhelmed. Rex doubted Fives could fit more than one of the giant slices in his stomach, and figured that even if he could, it likely wouldn’t be good for him to eat too much while half starved. He smiled up and the man and took out a wrinkled ten, “Two waters.”

They paid for their food and then went to sit at a table by the front window, away from the other customers. Fives shivered as he sat in the metal chair and Rex cursed internally for his stupidity.

“Wait right here. I’ve got a blanket in the car for you, I’m gonna run out and get it really quick.”

“Okay,” Fives said softly, eyes darting around the Pizza shop.

“It’ll only take a second. You’ll be able to see me through the window, and I’ll be able to see you, okay?”

Fives nodded.

Rex stood and turned to the old man behind the counter, “I’ll be right back, gonna get the kid a blanket from my car.”

The man nodded and smiled at Fives, who offered a weak smile in response.

Rex left the shop and made his way over to his car, looking over his shoulder to make sure Fives was still sitting at the window. The boy was watching him, gripping the edge of the table. Rex grabbed the blanket from his trunk quickly and jogged back to the pizza place, waving it over his head for Fives to see.

As he entered the shop, the boy visibly relaxed but then stood suddenly, the chair screeching backwards with his harsh movement. Fives’s face was racked with guilt and he looked like he was standing at attention, his shoulders squared and thrust backwards, back straight as a pillar, and legs pinned together.

Rex strode over quickly to Fives and wrapped the large grey blanket around his shoulders. He sat in his chair. Fives watched his movements intensely, clutching the edges of the blanket around himself and pulling them in tight. He looked so small engulfed in the blanket and Rex chuckled.

Fives shot him a quizzical look.

“At ease, little soldier.” Rex motioned to the chair, “Sit.”

Fives obliged him a little stiffly, but just as he did the man behind the counter called out their order and pushed two slices of pizza and two cups of water over the counter.

The boy moved to stand again, but Rex waved a hand in dismissal, “I’ll get it. You sit.”

Fives sank back into his chair and Rex grabbed the food, depositing a colorfully decorated slice and a water in front of the boy, “Drink some of that water first.”

Fives nodded seriously, and grabbed the plastic glass with two hands, treating it as if it were an ancient relic, so fragile that if he held it the wrong way it might break. Rex smiled and watched the boy proceed to down the whole glass in a few gulps as he took a few sips of his own.

When Fives set the cup down Rex raised an eyebrow, “Want some more?”

Fives ears turned pink, and he shook his head, “No. ‘m sorry.”

Rex set his own cup down, confused, “No, it’s okay, you can have some more. It’s no problem.”

Fives didn’t say anything, so Rex grabbed the boy’s cup and stood, “I’ll get you some more.”

Rex could feel Fives’s eye boring holes into his back as he refilled his cup. He did not like the way Fives watched him. There was so much suspicion in his eyes. However long it took, he was going show the kid that he could be trusted.

“Okay,” Rex said after they both finished their meals. “Here’s the plan: we’re gonna head home, but first we have to stop at the store and pick up a few things for you.”

“I don’t need anything,” Fives protested.

Rex frowned, “Yeah, you do. I need to get you a booster seat. It’s not safe for you to be in the car without one.”

Fives mirrored his frown, brows drawn together.

Rex continued, “You also need a clean set of pajamas for tonight and clothes for tomorrow at a minimum. I know it’s not a lot, but I think we’re both tired. It might be better to do the rest of the shopping tomorrow.”

Fives pulled a face, “I thought you said we were going to see Echo tomorrow?”

As soon as the boy realized what he said, he clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes full of fear.

Afraid of challenging authority, Rex analyzed. He figured the best thing to do was to pretend he couldn’t see Fives’s fear, and answer normally, “Assuming Echo is well enough for visitors tomorrow, we will, but no matter what, they likely won’t let us see him for very long. We’ll have time for both.”

Fives didn’t seem completely satisfied with Rex’s answer, but he seemed to accept it, looking out the window at the car. Rex followed his gaze, “Ready to go?”

The boy nodded.

They stopped at the Target near Rex’s apartment. He figured it would be better for Fives to start getting comfortable with his new neighborhood rather than stop at some random store on the way.

As they walked up to the sliding doors, Fives tugged on Rex’s sleeve. “Hm?” Rex asked, looking down at the small boy still engulfed in his blanket.

“What’s a booster seat?”

“It’s a chair that you attach to the seat of the car to make it more comfort—”

Rex was cut off by a muffled shriek from Fives as the sliding doors automatically opened. The boy jumped into Rex’s side and grabbed his hand with both of his own, dropping the blanket on the sidewalk behind them. Rex would have laughed if the intensity of the overreaction hadn’t been so concerning.

“Just an automatic door. They open for you when they see you on the motion sensor,” Rex explained, kneeling down and grabbing the blanket, throwing it back over the boy’s shoulders.

Fives looked from the door to Rex and pulled back his hands, the fear slowly melting into a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Rex said, “They still scare me sometimes too, and I’m all grown up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Fives looked over at the store a bit uneasily.

“Hey, Fives?” Rex asked softly, watching the boy carefully, “Have you ever been inside a store like this before?”

Fives shook his head, “We weren’t supposed to leave the house. Except for— Except for training.”

“Okay,” Rex said slowly. He could unpack that later, right now he just needed to get through the shopping without traumatizing the kid any further. “It’s a pretty big store, so you need to stay where I can see you, ’kay?”

Fives nodded seriously.

“And there’s going to be a bunch of other people in there, but they won’t hurt you.”

Fives nodded again.

“And if you see anything you want for tonight, let me know and I’ll see if we can get it, alright?” Rex looked down at Fives’s little hands, which were gripping the blanket around him tightly, and held out his own, “If you want to hold my hand, you can.”

Fives tentatively reached out his hand, searching Rex’s face as his did. Rex offered an encouraging smile and, seemingly satisfied, Fives took his hand.

They got a pair of shoes for Fives first and paid for them immediately so Rex could cut the tags off and put them on the boy’s feet. He had chosen a pair of blue and white lace-up sneakers after trying on a pair with Velcro and deciding that Rex’s “kind” (shoes with laces) were cooler.

After Fives was all set with his new shoes, they made their way to the boy’s clothing section. Rex pointed to the racks of pajamas, “Do you want to pick out a pair while I go get you some underwear?”

Fives didn’t say anything in response, but his grip on Rex’s hand tightened.

Rex looked down at the boy and noticed his eyelids were drooping a little. The calories from the pizza must have worn off. “Together?” Rex asked, cracking a smile at the sleepy look on Fives’s face.

The boy nodded and rubbed his eyes.

Rex led them over to the pajamas and pulled out a set of long sleeve navy dinosaur print pjs, “You like dinos?”

Fives’s eyes lit up a bit behind the sleep and he reached out for them.

“Hold on, lemme see if they have it in your size.”

They did in fact have both smalls and extra smalls, which Fives seemed to be in between the sizes of. Rex eventually decided on the small because even though it would be a little big on the kid, at least he would grow into it.

As Rex threw the pair of pajamas in the crook of his arm, he felt a slight tug on his hand from Fives. The boy was holding up a second pair of dino pjs, “Can we get one for Echo too?”

“Yeah,” Rex said taking the clothes from Fives and folding them over the other pair. He hoped Fives and Echo weren’t identical. It’d be a nightmare to tell them apart if they were wearing the same clothes.

They made their way through the rest of the store, picking up a couple packs of underwear and socks, a new set of clothes, a puffy winter coat, and a booster seat for Fives, as well as matching products in different colorways for Echo. By the time Rex paid and loaded everything back into a cart to take it out to the car, Fives looked like a zombie. His hand had loosened its grip on Rex’s and every so often his eyelids would droop and his head would begin to sag before he caught himself and whipped his head back up into alertness.

Fives made it back to the car without falling asleep and even helped Rex load the trunk by throwing in the small bag of clothes while he set up the car seats. Once Fives’s booster was strapped in, Rex picked up the boy and placed him gently in the seat, showing him how to buckle the seatbelt under the armrest.

Fives sagged back into the seat and Rex chuckled, “Comfy?”

Fives nodded and closed his eyes. Rex repositioned the blanket around the boy’s shoulders before shutting the door and making his way back around to the driver’s side.

The rest of the ride home was short, only a few minutes, so Rex was surprised when he parked in his usual spot and turned to see Fives fast asleep, slumped against the seatbelt.

Rex sat for a moment, just staring at Fives. His son.

His son.

Even though he didn’t know him—hadn’t known he even existed for years—Rex was filled with a strange sense of pride. It didn’t wash the guilt away—he was sure nothing could wash the guilt away—just covered it a little, obscuring it from the forefront of his thoughts.

It was a nice feeling, Rex thought. And he could live with that.

@marierg @stressed-cherry @ffdemon @renton6echo @bambambunny

[planet-poptropica]

*slowly sliding my AU Merlin to your Merlin* Perhaps they can be friends 💙

⋆ *looks at the offer closely then puts it down* I kindly accept this offer. ⋆

[wolfythewitch]

it seems the greek mythology kid to minecrafter pipeline goes both ways, interesting.

It's debatable which was my first fandom, because I used to be really into those Minecraft parodies when I was a kid, and I also used to be really into the Odyssey as a kid

And now here I am, back again, 9 years later on the same old bullshit. Minecraft and Greek mythology

[evviejo]

all of thirteen’s looks ever: 5/?

[bigterraco]

a sneak peak maybe of an organic au i wanna work on.... will this au ever see the light of day? maybe..shrugs