#and attempting to be a good parent when you've been gone and your child is traumatized to hell and back

[breadandblankets]

sometimes u get so deep into a rabbit hole that u are forced to start a wip for the soul purpose of having a place to store that knowledge

if you're curious dear reader, i have watched literal hours of gentle parenting videos (22, unmarried, no plans to have kids both due to unwillingness and inability) and am now starting a wip about the Thomas's

[reshinless]

Imagine

Kinich with

With a breeding kink

Imagine him not allowed to finish inside at the beginning, but gods does he beg to

Eventually reader gives in and allows him to

Hhhhhhhhes so jekfmekdkfke😞

──── i wanna see some!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. baby fever & kinich (i cant think of anything aesthetic)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. thank you all again for 1k, i might be a bit slow with posts since projects are going crazy at class rn sob

kinich who has to plead and beg to cum inside of you. even if it is in the heat of the moment; there's no shame in asking, you are his partner after all.

after a few times where stress gets to you and you both wanna relieve it (sex)- you might as well indulge into the activity, right?

but after a few more tries, you can sense how tempted your lover was to keep your hips attached to his before he came, literally having to ask you with that oh-so-whiny voice.

"ah- pretty, please- ahhn- fffuck let me cum in you- need it s'bad." you felt bad hearing how desperate he was, but no no no you both had lives outside of this. it could be a lot of hassle. jokes on you though because he already has baby names planned out for them ^_^

so in love with the way your hole just takes him so good he can't help but ask more and more, it'd be an honor to orgasm with you anyway, he wouldn't have it any other way.

kinich who already had your legs hoisted up on his shoulder, his gloved grip strong against the plush of your thighs, archons was he hot. "p- please.. c'mon i've been treating you real nice, right? let me breed you." he whispered into your ear as he leaned forward.

ever since he saw you with mualani's baby niece in your arms, cooing to her like how any parent would. making the small child in your arms smile, and giggle at your peekaboo attempts, or how you tickled her with a sense of gentleness.

what would your kids with him look like? shit he could already imagine.. his black-blue hair and your (e/c) colored eyes. or what if they had your hair, and his eyes? or maybe they'd be your little carbon copy, and take after their dad for personality. his mind hasn't stopped ever since seeing the situation unfold in front of him.

but when you finally let him, of course he has to build up the best orgasm for you both to share! fitting his head into the crook of your neck; "what do you think our kids would look like? or act like?" it felt like the more he talked, the faster he went. "mmph.. maybe i jus' wanna see you with a round belly. jus' wanna see you bearing our child."

he could already imagine life after you've given birth, what would he name them if it were to be a girl, or perhaps a boy? maybe a mixture of both of your names? or let you decide?

"ahh- u- uhuh? you like the way i thrust into you, right? i'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." he hummed as he continued drilling his cock into you. your hole was already so wet from the previous foreplay beforehand, well of course when you let him cum inside, he'll want a taste of your pussy before it's alllll gone!

he'll still ask you if he could kiss you right after. he wants to make what'll happen now special for you and him to look back onto in the future. laughing or not at the past, he'll make sureit's memorable..

of course by the evident, and growing bulge in your tummy. oh fffuck you could feel it coming already-

"d- don't cum yet, p- pretty. w'na do it together." he mumbles out, barely being able to control himself, he placed one of your stray palms onto the mark on your stomach. "you feel me inside you?"

you couldn't help but let out a loud moan, throwing your head back before he quickly pulls your hair to look back at him.

"don't look anywhere else, pretty, i wanna see the way you look when i make you cream on my dick while i cum too. okay?"

you could hear the loud sound of his shaft slapping against you loudly in the stray hallways of the outside lobby of the hotel you both stayed in- previously on a mission.

even what felt like the fifteenth time you've came on his cock again, it just seemed like it only throbbed, continuously hard throughout all your climaxes. each dominant vein on his cock you could feel, the way his grip tightened around your waist as he took the gloves on his hands with his mouth to make sure not to waste a drop.

"mmf- k- kin i'm g'na-" you try to close your thighs, but to no avail, as kinich's palm, previously on your hair, moves swiftly to keep them open. "i know y'can take me baby, don't worry."

kinich who wrapped a possessive arm around you as you came, holding your waist close to his as you came. as his warm load shot up inside you, letting you arch your back all you wanted on the base of his cock. your arms instinctively rang around his neck, still shaking, trembling almost from coming with him.

he slowly let you lay down on the comfort of the pillows.

he leans down next to you, his fingers still keeping themselves inside your hole.

"not a drop wasted, 'kay?"

he couldn't wait 'till the day came that he'd be able to see kids of both your descents-

"what's with all the-" ajaw's jaw drops at the scene of you cuddling, and kinich hand still inside your hole.

"..." "..YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!"

i kind of ran out mid way for ideas, so sorry if this isn't what you were looking for sob

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Gee, thanks DC! You Just Turned Bruce Into An Irredeemable Ass.

So, at the end of Gotham War Bruce has officially lost everything. Alfred is still dead, Selina is "presumed dead" and Bruce is both financially and morally broke. Why, you may ask, is Bruce so much worse off this time? Let me count the ways.

He preformed a psychic lobotomy on Jason

The "it's for your own good" excuse only makes the mental rape undertaken by Jason's own father that much more heinous.

Just when you think Bruce can't sink any lower he does. When Dick recognizes that Bruce has lost it, he attempts to use a failsafe disconnect that Bruce himself built into the system. How does Nightwing get thanked for that? Well that brings us to number two on the list.

Batman attacks up his eldest son for doing what he's supposed to do when Batman has gone rouge.

Bruce beats him up because nothing proves you are in control of your sanity like hitting your children. While Dick is holding back, Bruce does no such thing. He hits Nightwing hard enough to send him flying. It could have gotten even worse if Tim hadn't shown up.

Tim arrives and attempts to talk some sense into Batman.

Tim tries to talk Bruce down. It doesn't go well. When Robin is trying to help, as he always does, Batman uses the attempt to reason with him to put the smack down on his son. Bruce could have killed Tim but apparently feels no remorse or guilt.

If there was any teeny tiny little doubt that Bruce will not win the Father of The Year award in 2023 it died a horrible screaming death when Batman abandons his children to potential arrest. Yes, he left a batarang for Dick and Tim but any glimer of possible hope associated with that action was instantly extinguished by Damian's reaction to Batman's callous betrayal.

Bruce abandons Damian.

Look at Dami; he's devastated. Since he came into Bruce's life, Damian has struggled with feelings that he can never earn his father's love and respect. Well, that negative self-image was reinforced in way that may never be repairable. Bruce just utterly destroyed a 13 year old child because of his inability to feel any kind of empathy.

And how does this all end? The best part is that Bruce takes all of his parental responsibilities and dumps them onto Dick.

Thank you Chip Zdarsky and Trini Howard. You've taken Batman from being an edgy anti-hero and made him into a callous monster. Part of me hopes that Bruce never comes back because he doesn't deserve his family.

The only positive aspect in this convoluted mess is that Damian and Tim will be far better off with Dick than with Bruce. Yes, Tim is mostly independent but he still needs guidance (particularly since Tim's first instinct is to try and save Bruce). Damian is essentially Dick's son emotionally anyway so this might help to sustain the positive character growth we've seen in him as of late.

The point of this rant is to wonder what on earth DC thinks they're doing. This story arc has been pure character destruction as far as Bruce is concerned. It's bad storytelling too; rushed, frenetic and massively disappointing.

Hasn't the popularity of Good Dad Bruce in Wayne Family Adventures proved that fans are tired of Bruce being a dark depressed and brooding edge lord? We all accept that Batman is a character with deeeeep issues who is in desperate need of therapy. I, however, draw the line at Bruce being an abusive a**hole.

In years to come when fans wonder when Batman jumped the shark, this is the plot line they'll point to.

[biblio-smia]

read part one here

it's hard to wipe your hands with the tray of brownies in your hands, one that you're beginning to regret bringing. the courage in you has died in the short walk over, leaving your hands clammy and your heart to thump quickly.

it's too late to back out once the door opens to peter's aunt, your figure through the semi-opaque door beginning to become suspicious. your nerves have grown tenfold in the few seconds it has taken to reveal the older woman, fragments of a formal introduction attempting to make it out.

"oh, i know who you are, honey." peter's aunt saves you sweetly, waving you off.

"i just... wanted to come and offer my condolences." it's hard for you to look her in the eye as you bring forward your baked goods.

"oh, thank you very much." there's a deep sweetness in her voice, an acknowledgement of the words you couldn't bring yourself to say. there's a knowing kind of look in her eye as her lips part to add something else; but the wind carries what would've been her words as the two of you turn towards a new sound from inside the house - one calling your name questioningly.

"peter? were you planning on going out?" there's suspicion in her voice, leaving you with the feeling that the word again was missing from the end of her question.

peter's still, as if he's been caught. his eyes move between may and you, his gaze making you aware of how out of place you are.

"no. no- i just..." peter trails off, the hood on his head making him look even further away. the worry in his aunt's voice strikes you as more than reasonable.

aunt may's own eyes travel, not missing the way you and peter looked at each other. fleeting, nervous glances suggest to her that she was not the one you had come to comfort.

"why don't you come in?" may turns back to you, taking the tray of brownies in your hands from you and leading you with a gentle hand on the back of your shoulder.

"oh- are you sure? i didn't mean to interrupt..."

"oh, not at all. come in, come in."

you're inside before you can resist, your feet crossing a boundary you could no longer back out from. your eyes meet peter's before the two of you look away.

you had wanted to see him, desperately, ever since you heard what had happened. now that you were here, though, you felt as if you were keeping him - perhaps, by the look of the light bruising on peter's face, from something he shouldn't be doing.

"here," aunt may smiles, placing the tray she had accepted from you in peter's hands. "why don't you take your guest up to your room?"

peter feels himself blush, suddenly feeling like a child again with his aunt may trying to set him up with friends. he knew she had good intentions, wanting peter to have people his own age to hang around with, especially after he had lost his parents. most of those friends never really stuck, though.

now, peter had gone through another loss and you were here, standing at the bottom of the staircase. all he could do was pray you'd stick.

"yeah, sure," peter nods, voice quiet. of course it cracks. you really do have a gift of catching him at his worst.

peter leads you up the stairs and to the right, right into his room. it's an organized sort of messy, papers and books stacked up in different places, posters and pictures filling almost every inch of the walls. his bed sits too tidily, standing out against the cluttered corners - it looks almost unused.

peter places the tray you'd brought on an unoccupied surface, tapping his fingers against the aluminum. he turns at your silence, your attention captivated by something on his desk.

your hands hold a framed photo of peter with his aunt and uncle. you're not sure what age he's at, but it's young. older than when you met him, but young.

"sorry," you say quietly as peter gently takes the photo from your hands. there's too much sorrow in his eyes as he gives it a look, more than you've ever seen a person hold.

"'s fine." peter places the photo back on the center of his desk, forcing his eyes to leave it and focus on anything else.

"about your uncle."

peter crosses over to his bed, taking a seat and a big breath of composure before attempting to speak again. "it's fine."

you join him, taking a careful seat next to him. you didn't think so, but was there really a polite way of saying that?

dark circles hand solemnly under peter's eyes, making his skin look dull. his pale skin is a perfect canvas for the colorful spot on his face, even harsher now in the direct light.

"how are you?" you ask softly.

peter doesn't answer. there's no way to explain, not as your hands pull down his hood and your fingers take peter's chin oh-so-gently, turning his face to examine him better.

every accidental brushing of that bruise is worth the care you take with it now.

"you should ice that."

"yeah, probably." peter's words are soft, his head more focused on the grip he has on his bedsheets.

"your aunt's gonna kill you."

this pulls a laugh out of peter, low and small. "oh, yeah."

you know peter's not one to fight. usually, he's the one getting beat up. but grief can pull people towards uncharacteristic things - which will pull to try and find out all of what peter has been up to.

"you haven't been sleeping." it's less of a question and more of an observation. your hands have dropped from peter's face to your lap and you wait patiently for confirmation.

"i've, uh... been trying to figure some things out."

"like the man who murdered your uncle."

peter is silent. maybe he's not as mysterious as he thought. perhaps there's not much to be explained to you.

peter's speechlessness makes you nervous, the feeling that you've crossed into somewhere you shouldn't be pulling apologies out of your mouth and peter into your arms.

you can't think of much else to sooth him other than rubbing small circles on his back, just like it used to sooth you years ago.

peter's perplexed by this sudden proximity, how far he's jumped in such a short amount of time. there's a new kind of honesty now, no need for lies that you'd manage to see through. he feels the weight of your perceptive gaze, catching on to things no one else has noticed. peter's not sure he hates the attention.

peter's out of your arms but he's close, a mutual pull forcing both of you to barely maintain a distance.

in fact, you think you lean in. you think peter does too.

steps from outside peter's door creates a space of at least two feet between the two of you, a knock making you cough out your surprise and regain your composure.

peter's aunt walks in with two cups, one carefully tucked in the nook of her arm.

"i brought you two... oh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to interrupt."

the implication that there was something to interrupt warms your face, words to clear up any sort of misunderstanding failing to form in time - peter's aunt is gone before either of you can say anything.

peter's ears are red, color trailing down to adorn his cheeks. something tells you he's quite easy to fluster.

his hand is warm as you take it and squeeze, gently. "i should go," you say quietly.

peter responds with a soft sound of resistance that deepens the color on his face. he's even closer now, your hand oh so gently grasping his face, your thumb grazing over the skin near the corner of his parted lips.

"peter?"

"yeah?"

your forehead has found a spot against his, shallow breaths from peter tickling your nose.

they're slow, the seconds right before your lips meet peter's. your mind is hazy, barely able to retain how gentle peter is, how careful. it's all soft with peter - from the way he touches you to the way his eyes flutter open.

"don't make your aunt worry about you," you mumble, just loud enough for peter to hear, thumb narrowly missing the injury peter sports.

peter's smile only widens, accompanied now by a small laugh. "i don't think there's been a day in the last ten years she hasn't worried about me."

you roll your eyes, though it seems your concerns about leaving so hastily have disappeared now. "don't make me worry about you."

this seems to have no affect on peter's grin. he's lost some of his nerves now, arms wrapping around you loosely to keep you close. "wouldn't dream of it."

peter laughs as you make an escape, helping you off of his bed and back onto your feet. you're dangerously close to another kiss, your focused hooked solely on peter and his helpful hands still in yours.

it takes every ounce of will to let go and force your feet in the other direction. you're only thinking of the next time you'll see peter as you call out a goodbye, interrupted only by something pulling you back into peter's arms.

surprise morphs into confusion as you examine the white line connecting you and peter, the same one that's seemingly pulled you about seven feet.

you're looking at peter for an answer, eyebrows furrowed as you search his face for one. there's nothing but a nervous smile for you, so your eyes drop back to the line for clues.

though, it's not a line.

oh. oh, god.

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[jamminlocks]

Special Pudding {Osamu M. x Reader}

Tags: F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, confession, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love word count: 2,987 Summary: In summer days, you decided to make chocolate pudding for yourself. Not really trying to hide it. By chance, Osamu spots you eating some. The moment he had that first spoonful in his mouth, Osamu has liked your chocolate pudding since and from then on wants more. A/N: idk i just wrote this for fun edit: fixed some stuff [ao3]

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"Is that pudding?" Osamu asks, pointing at the moist container in your hands. It is, indeed, pudding. Not just any pudding, not pudding that's bought in the store, or something your parents made, It is your pudding, chocolate pudding. In the past weeks, you have been obsessively trying your hand in making some for yourself, mostly to stave off the summer heat. After many attempts, this was the best one. For a split second, you hesitated answering him, not wanting to share your hard earned work. Then, the thought of wow-ing Osamu with your new found specialty dessert pops up. 

"Yeah, I made it. You want some?" You offer it to him. He stares at it, undecided and unimpressed.

"I dunno... it looks kinda bad."

"Oh c'mon! Since when did you pass the offering of free food?" you argue, scooping a spoon of the pudding and holding it up for Osamu. He suspiciously looks at you, more to just get an annoyed reaction. The spoon is taken from your hand and he slides it in his mouth. Once the spoon is gone, his jaw moves in a steady motion. Eyes close, focusing on the tastes. A small smile creeps on each corner of his mouth.

“See? I made good pudding.” 

"Free food? More like a free sample if you're just gonna let me have one spoon." he digs the spoon into the pudding. Now, you are annoyed, "just a second ago you basically called it weird looking."

"And I'm coming back for another bite. Take it as a compliment."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, you can have more, here."

He also holds of the container of pudding, not tugging it away from you, taking one spoon after another. It's the first time you let Osamu eat anything you made and you are very, very glad that he likes it. Happy as you are, the pudding is already half empty and you've barely dug in yourself. Osamu is using your spoon after all.

"Hurry up! I wanna eat"

A muffled sound of reluctant agreement slips out of hus mouth, but he takes another spoonful before he returns it to you.

“Got anymore?”

“Last one. Sorry”

Osamu frowns as he watches you eat, like a child denied a cone of ice cream. It's clear that he'll be waiting for you to get enough then get some more again. You couldn't laugh properly, only chuckling with your mouth stuffed and closed. “Next time, when I make one I’ll save some for you.”

"Yeah?"

"Sure, why not?"

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As you spend more time experimenting and trying new recipes of desserts, you keep coming back to the chocolate pudding, youre practically perfecting it. Osamu always wants some when you tell him. A tupperware of pudding would be saved for him and you'd give it to him. He'd return it by the end of the week. The fastest was the day after you gave it to him. You often wondered if he even shares it with Atsumu and you hoped he did. Nothing wrong with someone else enjoying your food. That was until the blond twin ran up to you out of nowhere with furious determination.

 "WHY DIDN'T CHA TELL ME THAT YER GIVING 'SAMU PUDDING??" he asked accusingly. Somewhat offended.

You squint, "wait, doesn't he share with you?"

"NO! He's been hiding it behind other stuff in the–"

"THAT'S 'CAUSE YA ALWAYS STEAL THE STUFF I BUY AND EAT THE FIRST THING YA SEE IN THE REFRIGERATOR!!" Osamu comes running up behind his brother. Roping him into light wrestling.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE," Atsumu claims but his voice falters with each movement.

"LIER!!! STOP BOTHERING HER ‘BOUT THIS!” The fight goes on. It's relatively tame compared to their other fights. You aren’t too worried about anything getting serious. Backing up a little to avoid any elbows and fist coming your way, you patiently wait for the brothers to cool down on their own. 

“YOUR A GREEDY LITTLE SHIT THAT EATS FOOD THAT AIN’T YERS!”

"SAYS THE BASTARD WHO’S BEEN HOGGING AN ENTIRE CONTAINER OF PUDDING ALL TO YERSELF!"

But it seems the two are nowhere stopping from this. There is too much destructive energy emanating from them. You made a gable on your safety by placing a hand on each brother’s shoulder then pushing them apart.

"OKAY! OKAY! THE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" they hesitantly stop, still scowling and sneering at each other with their eyes.

“Would you both quit it if I just made you two then? One for each of you.”

They are silent, more to give the other a cold shoulder than not having an answer. Atsumu pouts, crossing his arms, “sure. But I still can’t believe you were only giving him this entire time.”

“Well, sorry about that.” you said, actually feeling bad about leaving him out of it.

“Don’t. He’s a big pig”

“WHY YA LIL-”

You give them a harsh slap on their shoulders.

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On the occasions that the twins know you were making your chocolate pudding, you save two tupperwares for them. It was extra work but if it’ll keep them from complaining, that's extra peace of mind in your life. You are quite delighted that Atsumu enjoys it too. But, if you aren't assuming too much, Osamu seems to like it more. You aren’t surprised. Twins still have their own separate set of preferences. It's just that Osamu liking it more always makes your chest flutter. It’s embarrassing, you’d rather he not notice when you try to hold back a big smile.

Eventually, you began to grow tired of the sweet dessert and decided to stop for a while. You still loved it, but having too much too often wears off its specialness. It wasn’t really a big deal, that was until Osamu out of nowhere leaned his chin over your shoulder, arms around your waist, and asked, "Hey, when are ya gonna make chocolate pudding again?"

It confuses you, not really considering that he would notice that you’ve stopped. You put some thought into it. Will you make it? Not really in a mood for pudding, although you don’t mind if Osamu is asking. “It's almost winter and you still want some?”

“I mean, can I?” he said, uncharacteristically shy of him. It's kinda cute. But, you're not letting yourself be fooled if this is his way of persuading you. "You're gonna pay for half of the ingredients if you want me to make some.”

In an instant, he straightens up. Swirling you to face him and he looks at you with at most seriousness. “How much?”

You laugh, ruffling up hus gray hair for fun. "Come with me later to buy them. We can sort it out then”

His eyes practically glowed at your answers. And he does go with you to the market the day after, carrying the basket of ingredients as you pick and choose.

“Do ya really need this much when ya make yer pudding?” 

“Yeah, I’m making it for Atsumu too.” The smile on his face disappears at the mention of his brother. He must really not like sharing his food with Atsumu. But its not like he needs to. After all, they get their own.  He said, much like suggesting a bad idea he knows you'll deny, “Can you, like, not?”

“Don’t be like that. You two will fight again.”

Osamu knows you had a point. Still, he isn’t on board with it, glaring at the floor. The part of your heart that has a soft spot for the mellower twin weavers. “How about this, you get more cream on top than him. Sounds good?”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, I can do that. It will cost you more though”

His arm wraps around your shoulder as you two walk through the milk aisle together, holding the basket on the other hand. “Fine by me.”

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For the next few years, your chocolate pudding has been in his top 20 in the desserts category, which means a lot since the guy can't seem to choose a single favorite food if anyone were to ask him. When the opportunity opens itself, he asks you to make some. Despite your differing schedules, very often, if not all the time, you do follow through. When you can't, he gets sad, which is adorable of him.

So, it's practically a given whenever you visit, there's a chance you have some with you. However, not once has he ever questioned why you do it without asking anything in exchange. The answer is always that it's not like it's an official service of yours. It was enough that he paid more than half the price. Plus, he is your friend, nothing wrong with doing favors for a friend. Though all of that is true, you just like how happy and satisfied he is with your pudding every time he takes a bite. And, well, you just really like Osamu and spending time with him.

This time around, the occasion is MSBY Jackals having a match in Hyogo. In celebration that Atsumu is in town, the team will have dinner in Onigiri Miya. At Atsumu’s request, you bring your chocolate pudding and he’s paying for it. Lucky for him, you are free that week. Osamu, on the other hand, took the chance to ask for more.g

"Could you make me extra pudding too?" He asks while you are on a call with him and it makes you laugh. "You missed my chocolate pudding that much?" 

"It's hard not to miss good food" he states. 

Out right implying that your dessert is one of his many likes is a sentiment you'll hold on to. You endearingly sigh to him through your phone. "Alright. That does mean you'll pay for your portion."

"Alright," he said, satisfied. Static sounds of clanking blurs his voice. "Don't tell 'Tsumu, by the way."

"Sure. But, don't get mad at me if he finds out, though."

"Never had been, have I?"

"That's true."

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The celebration comes and by the end of the night the chocolate pudding was as good as gone. A hit among the players. Their captain took three servings, so does Bokuto. When you offer one to their aloof member, Sakusa, it takes a bit of convincing. In the end, he eats some, giving you a mere 'its good', which is a big deal according to Atsumu. Hinata was lucky to get the last serving. You didn't even get a bite of your efforts, so it was a good thing that Osamu requested more. As promised, you didn't tell Atsumu of the extra stash of pudding you and Osamu hid. Once the restaurant closes and Atsumu is long gone with the rest of his team, you and Osamu head back to his place to eat the hidden treasure to end the night..

Fresh from the cool fridge, you both take your own servings of the chocolatey treat. Osamu is as happy as ever with each spoon of pudding he places in his mouth.

"didn't you eat a lot of this already? I'm surprised you could stuff yourself more with that," you point your spoon to him.

"Nothing wrong with extra dessert"

"You sure you won't get your stomach hurting?"

He laughs, a low rumble on his chest. "What am I, a kid?" Osamu doesn't give you the chance to answer, shifting his attention to the dessert at his hands, reveling at its taste. 

"I might just kiss you for how good these puddings always are."

"Haha, sure," you say. Not fully registering what he just said, what you just said. Once it settles in, your skin spikes up into a panic, doing your best to not look at him and shoving a spoon in your mouth. Why did you say that? Why did he say that? That was definitely a joke.

"For real? I can?" He asks, clear and genuine.

The sirens are wailing at you to 'play it cool'. It's just a teeny-tiny kiss. You've had friends kiss your cheeks before. Osamu won't be any different. You may like him but he is still your friend too.

"Yeeeeeeahhh. Suuuuuuure," voice slightly stilted, waving a hand to downplay the situation. Just you merely entertaining the notion. In the grand tapestry that is your friendship, it's just a small thing that won't cause an unraveling. You close your eyes. No way you are looking at him. Placing a finger over your cheek, you say, "right over he-"

Osamu pecks you right on the lips. Your body stiffen up. The stickiness of the small bit of cream lingers. Without much of a big reaction from him, he says "Thank you for the pudding" and returns to focus on staring down on the pudding to scoop another spoonful.

"wah- why'd you do that" you ask, breathless from a single peck that barely lasted a second.

"Ya said I can, didn't ya?"

"ye. YEAH. BUT-" you're at a loss for words. everything is mixing up at a blender's speed. Confusion. Giddiness. Flabbergasted. Embarrassment. And you're quaking like a blender too. The only thing that's keeping you from losing sanity is Osamu's slowly blushing cheeks, proof that he is affected by it too. How is he so nonchalant about this, though? You place the serving of pudding over the kitchen table to save it from your slipping grip.

Taking another spoon of pudding in his mouth. He hums the way he always does when he likes the food he is eating. You could only stare, still confused. "This is so good," his words slightly garbled. Osamu turns to you, assessing your expression. Then, he dives back to kiss again before you can do anything. Just as quick as the first, like he is testing your lips. The softness of his gesture somewhat tickles you. “Really good.”

“Hey!” you try to catch his attention. “Why’d you– how are you–” words come out as blubbering and disjointed. Face heating up with each tumble your tongue takes. You don’t understand how unfazed he is right now, having just kissed you twice. Is it not a big deal to him? Is he toying with you? The initial startling fades as your mind ponders the sad possibility. Osamu is quick to notice your silence, setting his pudding down beside yours.

 “Oh, are ya mad?” He said with sincere concern, bumping his arms to you as a means to comfort. What exactly do you say to him? Should you get mad? You sigh, 

“I’m– It’s because– Are you just messing with me, Osamu?”

“A lil bit.” he admits, though not seeing it as big of a crime as you do.  

“It's just ‘cause ya said I can, so I…” He strays, placing his rough hand at the swell of your cheek, bringing you to face him. You can see that he’s searching for his words too. Thumb brushing you with a new warmth he has never done before. “And I’ve really wanted to do that for a while now.”

Not able to wrap your head around his confession, doubt lumped up in your voice, you ask “you have?”

Osamu removes his hand away from your cheek. Straightening himself up to face you. He takes your hand, cupping it between both of his own, as if giving you a secret you can’t see just yet. Gentleness in his eyes with a tender smile. He shares his truth. "I like ya for a long while now.”

It's a sweet and honest truth. It all bubbles up into you breathily laughing, leaning your head on his shoulder as he keeps you balanced. The scent of rice still clings to his black uniform. He hums along with you.

You say, "couldn't you have said that first?"

"uh," he laughs softly. "Sorry. Guess I got too excited." The tension in the kitchen dissipates with each laugh. Osamu takes your pudding from the table, scooping in it with his spoon. You are still at the height of his confession to point out that it's your pudding he is about to eat from. He raised the spoon to your mouth.

"Eat up. to calm ya nerves a bit."

You can only oblige. The sweetness is soothing, cleansing away any remaining nervousness you had. Osamu is careful to slide it off your lips before digging it in your pudding again.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, brushing your hair behind your ear as you slowly chew. It's new, this kind of affection coming from him, but you welcome it nonetheless.

You have something to say before he leans in again. "WAI-" is all you could muster as his lips are on yours for the third time, a little longer, a lot firmer. Fingers on your chin. He eases you into a slow kiss. Three kisses and an indirect one. He really is taking his shots.

When you pull away, you lightly burst out “seriously??” 

Osamu chuckles, pulling away to take both puddings on each hand and handing yours to you. “Sorry, you taste good too,” he said. This time placing a peck on your cheek. 

"C'mon, finish it up before it melts."

The two of you eat together in comfortable silence. A new feeling lingers in the air. A sense of rose tranquility. You could get used to this.

“So,” you start, taking another bite. “What do we do now?” Osamu inches closer to your side, enjoying this new kind of company from you.

“Am I yours?”

You pretend to ponder, just to draw out your answer.

“I guess so.”

“Is that a yes?”

You take your chance to place a kiss on his cheek. This time, He’s the one caught off guard, smiling at you as he wipes the small bit of stickiness off. 

“Yeah,” you said. 

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Osamu places a hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. 

“Stay over for tonight, why don’t ya?”

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A/N: i'll edit this in a little bit

[lovingherrscher]

Their reactions to your "It's the first time someone told me not to die."

Ft: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warning: mention of suicide and violence, hint of suicide attempts (reader, Dazai), Chuuya being an affectionate drunkass, slight guilt-trip in Fyodor's part.

Notes: Based on personal experiences. A little self-indulge. Chuuya's part came out longer than I expected whew-

Best with:

Phantom - HI3 (Dazai's part)

Inherit - HI3 (Chuuya's part)

Storm - HI3 (Fyodor's part)

(*) - Honkai 4.8 trailer

(**) - Honkai 5.0 trailer

(***) - Honkai 4.1 trailer

Dazai

An empty shell expecting the first ray of dawn (*)

He was surprised, to say the least. It reminds him of how most member of the ADA reacts to his suicide attempts (ch 2)

Dazai is smart enough to notice how his friend, who's now his s/o has been feeling down lately. You don't talk as much as you did before, you doesn't focus on your work or what he said most of the time, how the dark circles under your eyes increasing.

So one night, he took you out to your, and also his comfort place - Lupin. After a few drinks, when your sober state has long gone, he finally broke the silence and asks you what happened.

You have been having a hard time lately, but it isn't work that's worrying you. Everyone in the ADA treats you really good, it's just that you can't stop the negative thoughts flooding your mind.

"Hey, I've been thinking about your invitation. I think I might go with you."

"My, you're really funny~ We've been going out for quite a while already!"

"No, I meant when you asked me to join you for a double suicide. I think I'm ready now, Osamu."

His heart suddenly drops. You're joking, right? You were the one makes him wanted to live, even just a little longer so he can be with you. And now you're telling him that you want to throwaway your life? Dazai's words came out like he was on autopilot,

"Don't die. Please."

Dazai can't tell are you making a happy or sad expression right now as you smiled at those words.

"It's the first time."

What? No, no, no. Your first time? What first time? The Demon Prodigy in the past is now having a trouble understanding his drunk lover, how cute.

"The best I was told that, if that's what I've decided then they won't stop me anymore."

The fuck was that? Honestly, it kinda reminds Dazai of when Atsushi first join the Agency, and the newcomer was the only one helped him when he failed, what he claimed was a suicide attempts.

He suddenly pulls you in, embracing you tightly. He had lost someone important once. And he doesn't want to, doesn't intent to lose them again.

"I'll tell you as much as you want to hear. Just... Please. Don't leave me alone..."

His voice cracked, just like the strong facade you've been struggling to keep all this time. Clinging to him like a lost child, you cried as if you had never cried in your life.

Chuuya

When the darkness seized the long night,

Did it envisage its end at the hands of a shooting star? (**)

He's gonna flip the table for real. Man is pissed hearing that bullcrap.

No, he isn't mad at you. He is mad at himself for not paying attention to this sooner, and at those who didn't treat you the way you deserve to be.

He knew that you were from an abusive family, since he was the one picked you up from that hellhole you crawled out from.

Chuuya asked for a paid vacation so he can spend time with you, listening to you, take you out on dates, spoiling you rotten in the desperate hope that you'll feel better.

"Come again?"

"Chuuya, it really is the first time I was told not to die."

"If it was someone else I'd say that's a load of bullcrap... But it's you... I trust you."

When you started befriending Chuuya, you mention that you aren't interested in dating, and the ginger agreed on this. To you, it was the fear of an abusive partner, like how your parents turned out. To Chuuya, it was the fear of losing someone he loves. Whatever the reason is, you two had to make sure to yourself that you won't fall in love with the other.

He didn't fail to notice the bruises and fresh bandages you've been covering up on your arms every time you two hang out. When he asked what happened you told him that you fought with some thugs who picked on you, but Chuuya knew you were better than that. So he asked again and again, until you finally confessed it was because of your parents. When one party left, the only victim left was you.

Having no one you can crash on to hide, you had to suffer everytime they're in a bad mood. If lucky enough you'll be spare with one or two slap across the face, but if not... There was a time when they were drunk, and you were pinned against the wall with a knife against your throat. It was lucky that they didn't kill you at that point, for they claimed that they won't be able to sell a haunted house.

"Hey, don't die."

"Why of all sudden?"

"Dunno. Just feel like I want to say so. We're friends, right? Isn't that what friends should be doing?"

Everything still felt like an old dream to you, from the day you muttered up the courage to ask for help from Chuuya, to the day you finally moved in with him, and to the day he confessed to you.

Occasionally, when he gets a rare day off from the executive duty, Chuuya would enjoy his wine collection with you. He teaches you everything he knew, from the simplest thing like their names, what they're made of, how strong they are, to how you can tell the difference between one that's been aged well and one that isn't, or where can you get his favorite one, Pétrus.

Chuuya is known for his love to alcohol yet somehow can't tolerate it, so that night, when he took glasses after glasses, to the point he'd mistaken you with his ex-mentor, Kouyou.

"Ane-san, I know that I'd agreed with- hiccup! her that we aren't looking for something over friendship - hiccup!"

"But I just can't help it. She was so fragile, yet she still tries to carry all those burden by herself... I can't help but saw somewhat my mirror image in her... The way her fire won't go out no matter how hard we tried to extinguish it."

"I think I'm in love with her."

Your face flushed a deep shade of red hearing the not-so-indirect confession Chuuya gave you. That's how he truly thinks of you?! Whilst you were still panicking at the sudden confession, Chuuya was already out cold on the sofa, and if you listen closely, carefully, you can even hear him breathing. You smiled at the sleeping executive as you pull the blanket over his body. Maybe it's time you give love a chance it deserves.

Fyodor

But even the weakest amongst us fight to defend their faith and belief (***)

Let's be honest, this man? He doesn't look like the type to actually, be in a relationship, since he's too busy chasing his ideal world, the promised land.

But when he does? Hoo boy.

Honestly, he might be a little surprise hearing so, but the surprise look won't last past a second on his face.

Will sit down and listen to you, if the root of the problem is something he can fix, he'd offer to help you (without involving killing or, ehem, brainwashing anyone, hopefully...)

Fyodor's cold hand cupped your cheeks, his other free hand held your hand tightly, as a glance it seems to be an intimate act, yet his eyes scream the opposite. He rolls up your sleeve, revealing the new scars trailing from your wrist to your elbow.

"Myshka, mind telling me what is this?"

You can't remain silence forever, because if there's anything you've learnt, that neither lying or the silent treatment works with this man.

"Did you cut yourself again, (y/n)?"

You nodded. It couldn't be helped, old habit dies hard and you can't help but resort to the blade. What else can you do? Your beloved Fedya wasn't there for you, and the blade was whispering to you, to take it, and just one small slice should relieved you from whatever you're feeling. But one definitely wasn't enough as the blade carved you like a stone.

Fyodor let out a small sigh as he cradles you in his arms. He didn't wish for you to hurt yourself like this. Because he is the only one who can hurt you. Yet whenever he let you out of his sight, new scars would grew rapidly like mushroom.

"You know I never wanted to see you got hurt, right, malyshka? I'm very sad and disappointed."

Another nod. God, you feel so terrible. You shouldn't have done that. You don't want to disappointed him. When you realized, your head were leaning against the soft materials of his shirt, his coat wrapped around you like a blanket, his pale finger petting your soft hair.

"Don't die, my myshka."

Your eyes widened. "It's the first time someone had told me not to die..."

"I'll say as much as you want. Now, stay with me, will you?"

[asimpforthe80s]

History hates lovers

Warnings: angst, slight gore, kissing, same sex love, gay shit, midevial king and king-consort.

You had always been your parents' least favorite child. They absolutely hated you. So their idea of getting rid of you was to get you on an auction so a king could buy you and use you as a slave or a maid.

Walking down the road to the auction house, you had a rope around your neck as a leash and a potato bag as your only clothing.

You walked down the road with your parents. Rope around your neck and mouth sown shut. But as you were walking down the road with your parents, someone stopped you. It was a man. His. Clothing was nothing of what you've ever seen. No, it was a king.

The king looked at you with an amused expression as his guards tried not to laugh at your appearance. He approached you and took your leash before handing some coins to your parents.

"I will take good care of him." He then looked at you. "I will have you washed, a better outfit and something to eat. You have no need to worry about those who sold you, I will punish them for abusing you."

His guards nodded, clearly agreeing with the king's words. You tried smiling, though your mouth was sown shut, denying your request. The guards were surprised by your attempt to smile but the king wasn't. He chuckled and walked away, his guards following.

They took you to his castle, where a couple of women washed you down, taking the potato bag off.

You were tied to a chair for a number of hours while you waited for your outfit. After three hours, you just fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were in a bed. There were two maidens working on your new outfit, and one was holding a bowl of fruit, trying to get you to eat them. You looked at the maid confused and pointed to your stitched mouth.

Her face was one of shock as she quickly understood what you meant.

She went to the door and motioned for another maiden to come. This one was older and knew sign language. She came in and asked what you wanted.

*'How am I supposed to eat when my mouth is stitched shut?'* You signed. She signed back, *"Do you mind if I un-stich your mouth?"* She waited patiently for a sign of approval. *'it's gonna hurt, right?'* you asked. She nodded, not wanting to tell a lie. She had been through this countless times herself, so she was more than aware of how painful it was.

*'fine.'* you said, agreeing. She nodded and began to work. Her fingers quickly moved through the stitches as she carefully took them out. It was a long and painful process that left you red in the face, but it was worth it as she took the last stitch out.

You immediately started bleeding from where the stitches sat, the blood just running down and dripping onto the floor. It was painful enough to make you start crying.

The maid looked terrified and grabbed a cloth to stop the bleeding. She tried calling for a doctor, when the king entered the room.

He was worried about the blood and saw that the stitches were gone. "Did you take his stitches off?"

The maid nodded. "Yes, my lord." Your eyes were wide, and your breathing was uneven as you saw how much blood there was, panicking.

The maid tried desperately to staunch the blood, but it was pouring faster than she could control. Suddenly, the king yelled, "GET A DOCTOR NOW!" The maid nodded and quickly ran out of the room as the king knelt beside you to stop the blood.

He grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around your face to at least slow the bleeding. Your eyes darted the room. From the blood to the king.

He saw you were panicking because of how much blood there was. He had no idea why the maid would do something that would have killed you, so he began to panic as well.

He held you and rocked up and down as more guards came into the room. He ordered them to get the best doctor in the kingdom right then. The holes the stitches left didn't stop bleeding. Your chin and lips were covered in blood and tears. It was painful, but you would be able to speak and eat when it healed, right?

The king was horrified and desperately praying that you would be alright. He knew this sort of thing usually meant a long and painful death.

His hopes were only raised when he heard footsteps outside. The guards moved out of the way as a doctor was rushed in with a bag of supplies. The doctor took one look at you, and he seemed as shocked as the king. He immediately started treating your wounds by pouring disinfectant over your lips and chin, which must have caused you incredible pain because he didn't even have a local anesthetic for you.

Because of the stitches, you had never been able to talk. And you couldn't scream either, so you just hummed loudly as a replacement to screaming.

The doctor looked at the king worriedly before turning his attention back to you. The burning liquid he put over your lips and chin only made you hum louder as it burned inside your mouth.

You noticed he had not mentioned the word of healing anywhere in the process. It was clear you were unlikely to make it, but the king was determined not to lose you.

This whole situation scared you. Should the maid just have let the stitches stay there? Probably.

It was unlikely the maid thought that this would kill you. She obviously thought it would be okay and would not be this painful. The king was livid that the maid had done this, and he had half a mind to kill her himself.

The doctor was doing his best not to let you feel any more pain, but everything he was doing involved pain. It was a long, grueling process. The king was still looking at you worriedly, but he trusted the doctor knew what he was doing.

You put your knees to your chest as you sobbed through the cleaning and bandaging.

You were in unimaginable amounts of pain, feeling every drop of disinfectant touch your lips and chin.

The king couldn't bear to look and had to force himself not to run out of the room. His expression was one of absolute disgust.

You thought you heard someone outside screaming at the maid, then suddenly you heard your parents being dragged in.

If you weren't scared before, you definitely were now. Your parents looked terrified. They had thought they were punishing you when they had you sold, but it had all come back to bite them in the rear. They expected you'd simply be someone's slave for the rest of your days. They were in such a panic at not understanding how dire your situation was that they weren't even looking at you.

The king turned to yell at them, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO HIM?" They tried to defend their actions, saying, "We were punishing him for being the family disappointment."

The king was angry beyond belief. He yelled back, "YOU COULDN'T SIMPLY HAVE LEFT HIM AS THE BLACK SHEEP? YOU HAD TO DO THIS TO A CHILD? THIS IS YOUR FAULT."

He was so angry that his usual royal attitude was gone, replaced by one of pure rage. "He's not a child." They scoffed. "OH SHUT YOUR MOUTH! HE IS A CHILD AND HE IS MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU WILL EVER BE! YOU ARE LUCKY HE IS MINE NOW, OR YOU WOULD BE SIX FEET UNDER."

The king was so irate that he threatened them, not even attempting to hide the emotion anymore.

Your father scowled but said nothing and just looked at you with a look that could kill. "He's 18." Your father rolled his eyes, and your mother crossed her arms. "HE'S NOT EVEN CONSIDERED AN ADULT IN THIS KINGDOM YET! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN YOU'VE CAUSED HIM?"

The king wasn't having any of their excuses. They had hurt you a lot more than they even tried defending themselves for.

You saw that the king was so angry that his voice was trembling. Your father simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's not our problem."

Your mother said, "We did it just fine when we were his age. He needs to man up."

"Oh shut your damn mouth!" The king yelled, "You cannot compare your childhood to a boy who's life is so miserable that he can't even speak!"

The guards that had been guarding the door were watching in silence, completely stunned by the argument going on. Your father was beginning to understand that this whole situation had backfired on them. "But- but he's ours. We should have the right to do what we like with our child."

"You think you have any sort of right?" The king was furious.

"You sold your son. The moment you did that, he's no longer yours to control." Your mother seemed shocked and even more annoyed that they were being yelled at. "But- but we did it to help him be a better person. That's what parents are supposed to do, right? Discipline?" You just sat there with a bandaged face and tear stained cheeks, listening to everything.

The king's anger was still seething as he yelled at them. "THERE ARE BETTER WAYS TO DISCIPLINE CHILDREN! YOU TOOK HIS MOUTH FOR GOD'S SAKE. THAT IS A SIGN OF ABUSE, NOT DISCIPLINE. DO NOT TRY AND JUSTIFY IT."

Your parents tried to speak in defense of themselves, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. The king's voice was far louder as his rage increased. Your father finally yelled, "OKAY, FINE! WE ABUSED HIM!"

Your mother started sobbing, "NO, We did not abuse him! We had his best interest at heart. We were doing what we knew was best for him."

But the king was so angry that he didn't have the patience to listen to either of them. "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT YOU ABUSED HIM, AND I HAD BETTER NOT EVER SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR HIM EVER AGAIN."

The king was pointing his finger at them as they tried to make excuses for their actions but the king wasn't having it.

He yelled, "GET OUT OF HERE NOW." Your parents were both stunned, not believing this argument was actually happening. They both nodded and left the room.

The king sat beside you, still fuming. "I cannot believe they were capable of that. Are you okay?" You weren't even sure. You shrugged and looked down, clearly traumatized by everything that had happened.

The king was beginning to realize how bad the situation was. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

He seemed scared of hurting you even more, but he was so worried about you. You nodded. The moment you nodded the king reached out to embrace you. He held you in his arms, trying to reassure you that it was all over now.

He tried to rock you like a baby, hoping it would somehow ease any pain you were feeling. It did something, that's for sure. Because within minutes, you were asleep in the kings embrace.

He looked down at you, relieved that you had passed out. He continued to rock you like a baby, singing a low song. He had always been protective of those he cared for and he found himself growing fond of you.

You woke up the next morning to the same maid who cut your stitches off, checking the bandages over your lips and chin. She was surprised to see you awake so quickly given how painful it had been to take out the stitches the morning prior.

As soon as you saw her, you felt yourself going into a state of panic, remembering that she was the reason you bled so much and was in so much pain yesterday.

Before she could move any further, the king rushed into the room. He had clearly heard you panicking and yelled at the maid. His voice was louder than it had been the day before.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SUBJECT?"

The maid jumped, clearly not expecting the king to enter the room. She had thought she was doing something right by checking the bandages on your lips and chin. The king's face looked as though he wanted nothing more than to strangle her.

You sat up against the headboard, looking scared of the maid. The king looked at you and the maid both. He could clearly see you were scared of her, which was not surprising considering what she had done to you. He took a breath and said in a more reasonable tone,

"You are not to make any further interactions with my subject unless I say so, is that clear?" The maiden went pale once again and she mumbled, "Yes, your majesty."

The king nodded and turned to you, trying to reassure you that everything would be alright. Even though you were 18, you hugged him like a child would. The king was surprised but he didn't mind it. He continued to rock you as he had done the night before.

This was a far different reaction than when you first met him. You had been sold at an auction after being sewn shut, and no one could have expected you to be as trusting as you were after everything you had been through.

The king continued to rock you, humming the same soothing tune he had sung last night, his way of calming you down. But the fact that you trusted him would make sense since he literally saved your life yesterday.

He would continue to rock you until you had fully settled down. Then he would carefully take you to sit on his lap and would continue to rock you.

He was starting to care for you now, and he was starting to hope that one day this would turn out as more than just a servant and a king relationship.

Your cheeks went slightly red as he put you on his lap, making it clear that yeah, this would be more than a rescue and king relationship.

The king noticed the color rising and his heart fluttered slightly. He continued rocking you, but couldn't stop himself from looking at you. His cheeks flushed slightly as well.

He couldn't even begin to believe this was how it all turned out. It seemed like such a surreal situation. A few days ago, you were sold at auction with a stitched mouth, and now here he was holding you while humming a soothing tune.

Sure, he was handsome as hell, but a male falling in love with him? Wow.

He continued humming and holding you, and his heart fluttered slightly again. This man who was so powerful and held such a position of authority was starting to have feelings he has never felt before. It was one thing to care about someone, but to have feelings for them? It was something he had never seen coming.

He didn't know what this meant for the two of you, but one thing was certain, the king was falling for you hard.

He pulled you closely to his chest, holding you firmly as if he never wanted to let you go. He was trying to hide the fact that his heart was fluttering so much it was almost audible.

He knew he shouldn't feel this way, given his position. But he couldn't stop himself. He started humming his tune, but now he was humming it to you as a way of showing you just how much he cared for you.

Months passed by, but you couldn't be happier. The king had continued to care for you, and his feelings for you just continued to get stronger. He had been able to keep his feelings hidden from the public, but those who saw the way he looked at you knew there was something between the two of you.

The king couldn't help but feel happy when you were around. You brought him joy and made him feel safe in a way no one else had before. He had not ever thought he could fall in love with someone before, but here he was.

And now you were able to speak. Even if it's just barely. You had been going to speech therapy, and little by little, you were able to speak a bit more. You could no longer be considered a mute, though you wouldn't be able to speak fluently for a long time.

But the king didn't mind. You could still express your emotions towards him through other means, and sometimes you would get so happy you would accidentally say a word here and there. He loved all of your attempts to speak, even though you were still not yet able to do it fluently.

You were training with him right now, trying to learn how to say his actual name. "St-ev-ie.." you said, accidentally calling him 'Stevie'.

The king smiled. He never thought this day would come, but here you were finally able to say parts of his name.

He laughed a little and said in a teasing tone, "My nickname is for close friends only, and I'm not yet your friend."

He was clearly still just teasing; it was obvious to you and those around you that you were more than friends.

Though, you took things a little too seriously at times. So hearing him tell you that you weren't his friend yet was more than a little heartbreaking. Even though you were an adult. You looked down at the floor and huffed. "N-ot fri-en-d..?" You asked, the sentence filled with stutters and mispronounced sounds.

The king tried to hide the smirk that had appeared on his face. He had definitely been joking, but he couldn't help enjoying how upset you seemed to be.

Your stuttering and pronunciation issues may have made him laugh, but the look on your face made him slightly guilty.

The king tried not to laugh, but the more you spoke, the harder he struggled. But he wanted to see you at least smile a little, so he took a deep breath and said, "Okay, fine, we're friends. Satisfied?"

The way he laughed as you tried- really tried speaking nearly made you tear up. The tone of his voice made it sound fake.

The king's smile was now filled with pure amusement by the way you were talking, and he couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

He had been joking at first, but the way you were pronouncing things was absolutely hilarious in his eyes. His amusement just kept making him laugh, which in turn made the way you said words even funnier.

You crawled off of him, went to the other side of the bed, and buried yourself under the covers.

The king watched you do this and finally took a breath to calm himself.

He finally managed to stop laughing and stood up so that he could walk to where you were hiding yourself and tried to pull the blanket off of you.

"Are you really going to hide like that?" He said, trying to suppress his chuckles but failing. You turned around so you weren't looking at him. There was a small tear stain where you had laid. This wasn't good.

The king was getting a little concerned, which was not a feeling you would have expected from him. He gently tried to pull you out and hug you again, all the while suppressing this chuckle that kept trying to escape him.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're not going to guilt me just because you cried."

He was obviously kidding, but some humor was always necessary when you were with him. He was trying to lighten the mood, not only for himself but for you as well.

It was obviously not working because of how your crying grew gradually worse. The king sighed and finally sat down next to you, gently pulling you into his lap.

"Come on, I was just kidding. And you know that as well as I do."

He held you in his arms and started to run his fingers through your hair, like he did so many times before. He wanted you to know it had never been his intention to hurt your feelings, and it made him feel bad to see you upset.

"St-ev-ie.." you said, wanting to see his reaction as you called him it again. The king finally smiled, but not before cracking a joke. "I thought you weren't my friend. What made you get so attached that now you're going to call me by my nickname?"

He laughed a little bit, and his laughter wasn't mocking now. You could see how much this meant to him. If he had it his way, he would already have officially declared you two as partners.

"Y-you sa-id no fri-en-d.."You reminded him. He laughed again and pulled you even closer to him. "I know I did, but it was just a joke. I love how seriously you take me though."

He laughed again as he continued to play with your hair gently. His laugh got quieter and eventually stopped as he felt himself starting to get attached to you in a way he'd never felt before. You snuggled close to him, your head in the crook of his neck.

He pulled you even closer and let you lay your head on his neck.

He had never felt like this before in his life. The king was actually blushing and letting out little whispers of excitement.

This was more than friends. You knew that, and he felt it too, though neither of you were ready to admit it out loud yet. But you wanted to test the waters. So you softly kissed and nibbled on the side of his neck.

The king's breath caught in his throat as your lips touched his neck.

He was speechless for the first time, not knowing what to say or even do.

Your kisses against his neck made him shiver with excitement, and he let his breath escape in a deep sigh, which would have probably been loud enough to hear even if the castle walls hadn't been lined with thick stone. Seeing how he reacted, you slowly started sucking on the skin.

The king jolted and let out a soft moan as you started sucking on his neck.

He held you to him firmly, as if never wanting you to stop doing what you were doing right now. So you kept going. He continued to hold you firmly against him as you kept going. With every suck and nibble, the king's face got redder and redder, as his moan grew more and more audible.

You stopped biting him for a second and went on to lick and kiss the harsher marks. The king moaned and pulled you against him even more as you did this. He leaned his head back slightly so that the back of his neck was fully exposed to you.

He had never been in this situation before, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His face was red and his breath was heavy, and he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

You kissed up his neck and to his jaw. Then, you pulled away, only to actually kiss him. The king was speechless once again and had closed his eyes when you kissed him. He kept his lips as still as he could, feeling the heat building inside him and not wanting to ruin this perfect moment.

You were finally giving him the confirmation he needed, and it was something he had been hoping for for a long time.

It was a crime. A man loving another man. But you didn't care right now. A crime punishable by death. The king began to return the kiss and he put his hands behind your head, pressing his lips against yours.

He didn't care. He loved you, and he didn't want to hide this anymore.

He wanted to be able to admit that his feelings for you were far more than simply a servant and a king. You were the man he loved, and he never wanted to let you go.

Your lips might hurt from healing the stitches, but the way his lips felt on yours nearly made you forget the pain. You continued to kiss him passionately. Your lips were still a bit tender, but his lips felt like heaven.

The pain was there but it was very minor compared to the joy that the king's lips on yours gave you.

The king had not kissed like this before, he was so passionate and he felt like he had waited an eternity to be able to kiss someone the way he was now kissing you.

His lips against yours sent warmth throughout your whole body, and your heart fluttered as you kissed him. The king was not used to such a feeling and it sent him into a state of pure bliss.

To be able to express himself so freely with you made him so happy.

He continued to kiss you passionately, letting his fingers run through your hair.

He wanted to never let this moment go.

When the king kissed you again, your tongue met the tip of his, and it sent his heart fluttering. He couldn't believe this moment was finally happening.

The king was completely and utterly enamored with you. Your tongue pressed against his, and this made him shiver with excitement. He pulled you even closer to him and continued to kiss you like this.

This was better than anything he could have imagined, and as he continued to kiss you, he felt something for the first time with you.

The king felt truly and completely in love. It took a long time to get to this point, but he was finally here, and he couldn't have been happier. His kisses got more intense as he felt emotions stirring inside of him. Your tongue against his made him shiver, and he couldn't stop kissing you.

He continued to kiss you, wanting to express his love for you not just through words but through physical actions too.

He wanted there to be no doubt in your mind that this was real and that he was being completely honest about his feelings for you. The way your lips touched his and the way your tongue caressed his made him shiver more and more. The king's breath became even heavier as you continued to kiss him.

He was completely lost in the moment, enjoying every single second with you.

He felt like he had waited so long for this, and now that the moment was finally here, he didn't want to stop. "It-'s.. sin-fu-l.." You stuttered between kisses, not yet able to speak properly.

The king's tongue met yours and he sighed.

"We're not committing any sin. We're just two people who deeply love each other. I don't feel any guilt or shame about this, and I've never been happier. I don't want to be with anyone else; it's just you I want."

He said this in between kisses, and his voice was soft and loving and tender. "B-but we're b-oth ma-le.." you said. The king smirked. "So what if we're both male? No one can stop us from being together and no one will stop us.

We're two men who love each other, and there's nothing wrong with that. I don't care what others say, because all I care about is you."

The king continued to kiss you and hold you tightly in his arms. He wanted to make sure there was no doubt in your mind about what his feelings for you were.

"My cu-ts hur-t.." you whispered. The king finally broke away for a second to ask the question you were expecting.

"Are you saying your cuts are hurting?"

He was aware it might still be very painful to you, given that he had just begun to heal the damage done to your neck. He stopped kissing you and lifted your chin up, looking at you and waiting for you to answer his question. You nodded, your lips quivering slightly. Were the cuts from the stitches hurting or the burns from the rope your parents had around your neck?

The king suddenly realized there was a chance that the pains you were feeling were from the stitches and the rope.

He tried to check the area of your body where the rope had been and also where the stitches had been used.

"Could you tell me where exactly you are experiencing pain? Is it right where the rope was tied or where the stitches were placed?"

You pointed to the stitch cuts. His heart broke as he looked at the cuts.

He thought the burns you received from the rope were already bad but this was worse. He wondered if you would have scars when you healed completely.

He didn't know what to say and was getting emotional just looking at the stitches. He pulled you into a tight and comforting hug and pulled you into his lap.

He knew he needed to make this better for you but was having a hard time coming up with words for this situation. The cuts were right below and over your lips, so it'd make sense if they hurt because of your little makeout session. The king could have smacked himself in the head. How didn't he realize that these cuts and sutures on your lips could still hurt because of the kissing?

He looked at the pain on your lips and suddenly he felt terrible. You had just gone through all of this, and after all the pain and suffering, he had finally managed to make things better for you, only to accidentally cause you more pain.

He looked at you, and his voice was filled with sincerity, and he truly meant it when he said it. "I'm so sorry."

You looked up at him. "Do-n't be.." you said, softly caressing his cheek. The king's heart skipped a beat as you caressed his cheek.

He looked into your eyes and saw the pain you were still feeling deep inside you. It broke his heart that you still had to go through this after all of the pain and suffering you had already endured.

He looked at your cheeks before kissing them and holding you close to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. To you, the words 'I love you' meant more than he would know. That was why you hadn't said it.

The king couldn't hold back and suddenly blurted out, without thinking of the consequences or potential response he might get.

"I love you."

He felt his stomach drop after he said this, praying that the response he would get would be a positive one, that this would not be a mistake.

If you rejected him, he didn't know what he would do or how he would recover. But if you accepted him, he would never let you go again. He hoped this would be the best moment of his life.

Your eyes went wide, and you smiled. Then you leaned up and kissed his cheek. Though, it hurt you. The king felt like this was one of the most rewarding moments he had ever experienced. He couldn't contain his happiness, and he hugged you as closely as he could, not caring about the pain his stitches might be causing. He just wanted to feel you in his arms.

His breathing became heavier, and it felt like the whole world had stopped for just this one moment. He never wanted to leave this moment, and he hoped you felt the same way. You didn't kiss him back, but you let your lips still against his. Which was understandable concerning the situation.

He smiled as you let your lips slowly touch his. He took it as a good sign, and he kept holding you close.

He realized how difficult it was for you to kiss him back, and he didn't mind. He just wanted the time to linger and the moment to be as perfect as it could possibly be in this situation.

His fingers ran through your hair, and he sighed happily, wishing this moment wouldn't have to end. The king slowly pulled away from the kiss and smiled as he looked into your eyes. He wanted to say so many things right now to express how happy he felt, and how complete he felt with you.

But he knew no words would be able to describe this perfectly. Instead, he reached up and brushed a stray hair off of your face, just so that you could feel as comfortable as possible in this moment.

You smiled and leaned close to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Your head was resting on his neck and he was trying not to find that extremely cute.

He thought it was adorable how close you were to him, and he loved that he was able to provide you with comfort.

He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling your head into his chest and patting it playfully. You chuckled lightly and held his other hand comfortably in yours. The king held you against his chest and kissed your forehead.

Your hand felt soft and delicate in his own.

He didn't want this moment to end and he was getting even more attached to you in this position.

He leaned his head back and let out a sigh, wanting to say how happy he was, but still struggling to find the right words.

And he didn't have to. Because you knew. You knew how much he really loved you and how happy you made him. And it warmed your heart.

The second reason why he didn't need to say anything was that you were so comfortably against his chest that you fell asleep.

The king was so surprised and flattered by you falling asleep. This was proof of how much the both of you loved each other.

You were so happy with him that your body relaxed, to the point that you fell asleep on his chest, holding hands with him.

The king was so content in this moment, and the only thing that could make it better was seeing you this way, so happy and comfortable, laying with him.

He leaned back and allowed you to sleep peacefully in his arms, and he smiled with love.

The maid walked in on the scene and she had to look twice, taking a few seconds to understand what she was looking at.

Then she saw the two men, one of them being the king of the entire nation, and she nearly spat out her tea.

Once she realized it was a homosexual act, she was shocked beyond belief. She couldn't process how the king was with another man, and she stared at them for several minutes in utter disbelief.

You spotted the maid and tried to tell the king. "Mh.. Steve.. there's-.. someone.." You said between heated kisses. The king was so into it that he hadn't even noticed the maid, but when you pointed it out, he stopped kissing you and looked over.

The maid's mouth, which had already been fully open, dropped even more once she realized that the king had spotted her. Then she tried to leave as quickly as she could, trying to act as if she didn't just leave out some very important information, which is that the king was kissing another man.

"Get off of me. She's gonna tell someone." You said, scared for what that meant for Steve's reputation and for your life. "She'll have to keep quiet about this. If she tells ANYONE, the repercussions will be severe." The king said in a quiet tone.

"Don't worry, she won't say anything. Otherwise, I would have to punish her in a way that she won't forget." A look of pure threat and anger took over the king's face as he thought about what could happen if anyone else found out about this.

"Steve, let me go talk to her." You said, looking deeply into his hazel eyes. The king looked surprised as you insisted on talking to the maid.

He thought this was a terrible idea and a risky one too, since he thought that there was no way the maid would keep this quiet if you gave her the chance to talk to her.

"Are you sure? If she tells anyone, this would ruin everything that we've built over the past few days. Your name would be tainted, and mine would be as well. I want nothing more than the world for you, so please do not talk to her. Let me handle this."

You nodded. "Fine, but we both know your mother will get me beheaded if she knows.." you said, both looking and sounding scared. The king looked extremely worried when you brought out this piece of information. You were most certainly right, and if his mother was to find out, she would most likely have you beheaded and him exiled.

He shook his head. "It will be fine. I promise you nothing of this sort will happen. Do you trust me?" You nodded and gave him a quick kiss. "Go make sure that maid won't say a thing.. I.. I wanna live.." you stuttered.

The king was very concerned and worried about this now but he understood that there was not much he could do about this.

As he stood up, you were right, a quick kiss was needed, so that you knew he cared about you and was willing to take this risk to save you.

He walked after the maid, trying to get her first before she could even consider telling someone about the situation.

She was walking quickly down the hallway and was most likely headed over to Steve's mother. The king, running after her as fast as he could, hoped that he would reach her before she got to his mother.

Once he caught up to her, the king placed his hand on her arm.

"Halt." He commanded.

The maid went silent and looked at the king in a panic. "What do you think you're doing?" The king asked, trying not to sound angry or upset, despite being on edge.

He continued to hold her arm tightly, hoping that she would not try to break free and get away. "I.. I, uhm.." she didn't seem to know what to say.

The king kept his grip on her arm, not letting her go anywhere.

It was pretty obvious what she was going to do, which is tell people about what they had just seen.

"Be honest with me. What were you about to do? Are you going to tell someone about what I just saw?" The king asked, his tone becoming slightly sharper and his grip becoming tighter.

"Y-yes, my lord, your mother.." she said, confirming his thought. The king was getting angrier. This was exactly what he was scared off, and the worst part was that he was right.

If she did run to his mother right now and tell her, it would ruin everything he was trying to build to protect you.

"And let me ask you once again. Do you believe that your life is not in danger because you are a maid? Do you believe that I would not execute you if you told such a secret about me?" The king spoke calmly, but you could hear the anger simmering underneath his voice.

"I-i know you will.. but what you were doing- you're both male!" She pointed out. The king rolled his eyes but he could see where she was coming from. This was not typically seen or accepted in this society.

However, that did not make it all right for her to go and snitch.

"So what? Does the fact that I'm doing this with a man make my love towards him any less valid or real?" The king spoke with emotion, hoping that this would make sense to the maid and that she would understand why this was all okay.

"M-men are supposed to love women.. you can't have kids with a male.. plus, it's a sin, and you'll end up in hell." She stuttered, trying to get a point.

The king sighed and his eyes were closed, as if he was in disappointment with both the maid and this society that he had been brought into.

"Do you think that God would not love me if I were to love another man? Do you think it would be right for someone to go to hell simply because they loved someone that was not a woman?

How can love possibly be a sin if it does not hurt anyone?"

The king was starting to get more heated, and he was ready to get angry.

"Because.. Be-because.. uhm.. the.. the- Bible says it!" She said. "And tell me this, what in the bible says that if a man has feelings towards another man, he will go to hell?" The king was getting impatient and he was starting to yell at her.

He didn't care what she said. He wasn't going to let her talk her way out of this. He was the king, and the king would get his way if he wanted to.

Uh..." She brought out an actual bible. "L-Leviticus 18:22 and Leviticus 20:13, which states that it is an abomination for a man to lie with another man as he would with a woman. In Romans 1:26-27, Apostle Paul says that homosexuality is contrary to God's natural order and results from rejecting God!" She finally said, trying to prove some point.

The king became silent for a few seconds as he heard all of this. His face was stern and his eyes were narrowed.

He thought about all of the points she mentioned and he realized they were true. The Bible did say it was wrong.

However, that didn't make it right that someone would be sent to hell because of this. He felt like that was a completely wrong and unjust thing for God to enforce.

"I-i'm right, the Bible says it's wrong." She said. "I never stated that you were wrong. I know the Bible has said that this is wrong. I am saying that the way it is handled by God and by people such as yourself is an injustice. Why would God, the one who is supposed to love everyone unconditionally, send someone to hell for simply just the way they love someone? Why couldn't he love them anyway and not threaten them in this way?"

The king was starting to get more and more upset about this, and his tone was becoming more aggressive.

The maid swallowed, not giving him an actual reply other than that. The king sighed and shook his head. This woman was truly not willing to change her mind. She was going to go and snitch and get his love punished.

As if that wasn't bad enough, his mother would then know as well and he would most likely get disowned.

His mind was going wild right now and he was losing his cool a little bit.

"Tell me something. You seem to be so righteous and loving towards God. Can you say with confidence without lying that you will absolutely not tell anyone else about this?"

The maid looked down. "I-i won't tell.." she said. "You promise? You will swear on your life that you will not disclose any evidence or the information that you know?"

The king was hesitant to trust the maid, because, let's be honest, he didn't expect her to listen to him, even if he did threaten her.

It was a longshot, but he decided to try and save what he had going with you. "It'll be stuck in my head, that I know.. but I don't think you'd like to have your 'love' beheaded.." she said, saying the word 'love' in a slightly different tone.

The king sighed. He hated that she was being this way, but at least she was not going to tell anyone.

He didn't love the way she addressed this, so he was not going to let her get off that easily.

"I hate having to ask this, but it had to be done. Do you believe what I'm doing is unnatural?" The king was staring at her intensely, wanting to know where she stood on this topic in general.

"I-it is.. male and male love is unnatural and not accepted.." she said. But she was starting to sound like she was lying. Lying about everything.

The king let out a chuckle. At this point, he had the upper hand, since she was beginning to slip up.

"It sounds like you do not actually believe this to be unnatural. If you did, then you would not be hesitant to say so now, right?"

He gave her a smirk, waiting for her response. "I-i love a woman." She stuttered, almost tearing up at her own words. She had been acting normal for so long. She didn't know how to control when she sounded 'normal' and what she really was.

The king was a little bit surprised by this statement from the maid. He didn't really think she would go this far and admit the truth.

"You love a woman? That's a very different answer than what you have been saying this entire time. Are you afraid to admit it because of your fear of punishment?" The king asked in an understanding tone.

The maid nodded, a tear slowly running down her cheek. The king was starting to feel bad for the maid, since it was clear now that she had her own feelings she had to deal with.

"I understand why you have to deny things, since those feelings are seen as unnatural in this society. I suppose that we are in a similar boat on this, aren't we?"

The king was still not quite ready to let her go, he wanted to make sure she understood that there was nothing wrong for how she was feeling as long as she was not breaking the rules by acting on them.

"Y-yeah.. my mother said I'd be beheaded if anyone else found out, s-so that's why I've said so much about the Bible and how it's a sin." She said, slowly starting to sob.

The king looked really upset to hear the fact that the maid's mother had threatened her to this degree to get her to lie to others.

"Does your mother not love you? Do you think she really would kill you if she found out?"

The king was very curious about this, and he wanted to see how bad things really were inside of her home.

"No, she knows.. but she said either you or your mother would.." she explained. The king was shocked when the maid mentioned that her mother already knew.

So did the maid really hold these beliefs that she was saying this entire time? Or was she only saying what her mother wanted her to say?

"So, then, do you really believe we are committing a sin?" The king asked, wondering if this whole thing was just a big game to the maid.

"I-i hope not.." she said. The king let out a sigh of relief when she gave that response. It made him glad to know her personal opinion was different to her mother's words.

"Do you think a God would punish a man for loving another man unconditionally? Would a God punish someone for that, for acting on their emotions and showing love?"

She shook her head. "God loved everyone, right?"

"That is correct. He loves everyone equally, regardless of status, gender, wealth, or anything else. He would not punish you for acting on your love if you did so with a kind heart." The king explained, glad that she was finally opening her mind to the idea of homosexuality not being seen as a sin.

"Mhm.. I'll make sure no one sees you. Go back to your lover." She assured, brushing away her tears.

The king was relieved that the maid was going to be quiet about this, especially because she was now willing to accept homosexuality.

This meant that the king would not have to worry about anyone finding out.

"Thank you, I will." The king was extremely grateful for the maid. Even if they did have a bumpy conversation, she was actually willing to listen to what everyone else had to say and their personal feelings.

The king slowly made his way back to you, his heart racing with happiness that everything had gone as planned and no one had found out about them yet.

He was excited to see you, and he wanted you to know that his day had been a success.

As soon as you saw him, you walked up to him and hugged him, kissing his neck. The king was taken aback by this display of affection, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. He had missed this and he was happy to embrace you back.

He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, feeling your body against his own.

"I.. I love you.." you said. But it meant more than it sounded like. Because you had never been loved. You didn't know what love felt like before Steve, and you were so grateful for him showing you what it feels like.

Your words brought the king to tears. He had never thought he would hear those words coming from you. Your words, filled with love and meaning, touched his heart.

He was so happy that he could be the one who introduced you to love and what it's like to feel this kind of affection from someone else.

"I love you too, my dear." The king spoke through tears, his heart filled with pure joy, love, and happiness knowing that you both finally found the true love that you both deserve.

You smiled and kissed him. The king returned the kiss. The moment he felt the warmth of your lips against his, he was in awe and he wanted everything in the world to just freeze in time so these moments could last forever.

He held you close, and he felt happy to have you this close to him and so close to his heart.

The king and you were walking out on the balcony, getting ready to announce to the entire kingdom that you two were now married and you were going to be by his side, ruling as king and king-consort.

The king had been preparing his speech for some time now, and he was ready to finally get this out in the open for everyone to know.

The king took his position by the edge of the balcony door, looking out on the crowd of people who were waiting to hear his announcement.

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"My dear citizens. We have gathered today for a very special event. Today, we have come to celebrate something that hasn't happened in all of human history, something I thought might very well never happen."

The king paused for a bit to let the crowd anticipate what he was going to say, only making the crowd more curious as to what the big announcement was. The king then continued, ready to let his whole kingdom know.

"I have discovered my true love. I have finally found the person who I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. And now, I would like to introduce you all to my new king-consort, the love of my life, my everything, my one and only love, the one who I cherish so deeply in my heart."

You smiled with tears in your eyes as you walked out on the balcony and stood by his side. The crowd of people were absolutely shocked to see you stand next to the king on the balcony and they started to whisper to each other, trying to comprehend what exactly was happening.

The king held your hand and smiled at you. He was thrilled to have you here.

Once he saw that everyone was looking at you both, he continued to speak.

"This is my king-consort, who will be helping me to rule and guide our kingdom through the days to come. Your new king-consort is a person who I love unconditionally."

"I know that some of you might have mixed reactions to this, and that is understandable. However, I believe that love is truly beautiful and should be cherished no matter who is involved. The person I love and I have been through a hell of a lot to get to this point. I believe that love should be the strongest thing that a person has and that it should not be condemned."

The crowd was mostly shocked and some of them were whispering to each other, not exactly wanting to accept this. However, a few members of the crowd were clapping and there were some smiles in the crowd too.

The king was glad that not everyone here was against this announcement and that people were willing to accept change and to allow people to be who they wanted to be.

The king's facial expression then got a little more serious as he looked back to the crowd. He had one last thing he wanted to say before letting people process this news.

"This is not just a big announcement by me. This is an announcement by two people who share a deep love and connection with each other. It may not be seen as 'normal' in our society, but that changes today. Because love is not something that is normal or abnormal, it simply exists and should not be punished or judged."

You smiled and held his hand as to give him confidence, though he didn't need it. The king smiled back at you and he continued his address to the kingdom. He wanted to make sure the people that disagreed with this knew exactly where he stood on this issue.

"I will not allow this marriage and this love to be persecuted or condemned. I am taking a stance today, and I will proudly stand by that stance until I die. Love cannot and will not be discriminated against or punished."

You grinned, grabbed his chin, and kissed him deeply. The king felt surprised by you grabbing his chin and pulling him into a kiss, but he quickly adapted. He returned the kiss with full passion, wanting to show off his love to the crowd.

As he kissed you, he put his hand on your back and held you close to him.

The moment you two broke the kiss, the king looked back out into the crowd, ready to see what people had to say. The crowd of people stood silent, seemingly dumbfounded to see the king and his new king-consort showing affection to one another so publicly.

The crowd was beginning to get restless, and some of the older and traditional people had looks of disapproval on their faces.

"I understand that this might be difficult for some of you to accept. I don't expect all of you to agree with this marriage and with how the world is changing. But, this is a fact of life and this is how things have now become. I urge you to accept this change, no matter how difficult it might be for you."

The king then took a look back over at the crowd, and he wanted to see what the crowd's reactions were going to be. He wanted to see if anyone in here was going to speak up.

The king saw some of the older people shaking their heads and grumbling to one another, expressing their disapproval of their union.

Some people were beginning to get a little angry while others kept their composure.

The crowd was getting restless, and their opinions varied. But, there was not a single person who showed any support or acceptance towards this marriage.

Which made you nervous. Just seeing all the disapproval and anger in the crowd. It wasn't very encouraging. You were beginning to get a little nervous as you watched the crowd's reactions. You knew that some people wouldn't agree with what was happening, but you thought that some would at least be more accepting and respectful.

The crowd was starting to get louder and louder as they spoke their minds, and there was a feeling of tension growing in the air.

Standing in front of all these people was overwhelming enough, but now? With all the anger and disapproval? You couldn't take it. So you walked back inside. The king saw that you were getting overwhelmed by the crowd and he was worried that you were not going to be able to handle this.

He quickly walked over to you and grabbed your hand, leading you inside without saying anything else.

He shut the balcony doors behind him, hoping no one would be upset by this, but he did not care at this point.

You buried your head in his chest as you tried to calm your small panic attack. The king held you close and rubbed your back as you buried your head into his chest.

He kept his body in a protective position for you, so you wouldn't have to be exposed to people's negative opinions of you.

"Calm down, it's alright. You're safe. I wouldn't ever let anything happen to you." The king spoke in a comforting tone.

You hyperventilated against his chest, tugging and holding on to his shirt tightly.

The king felt your hands grabbing onto his shirt, the feeling of your breathing against his chest.

He gently spoke again.

"I know it's overwhelming to be met with so much disapproval. I wanted to show them how much we love one another and to announce our marriage because I was trying to prove a point. However, I'm beginning to realize we may have taken on more than we can handle."

You nodded, trying to calm your breathing. The king gently pulled you away from his chest and held you by your shoulders, making you look up at him.

"Look at me, look me in the eyes. Breath in and out slowly. Try not to think about everything else and just focus on me." The king spoke very gently and with a calmness that could put anyone's mind at ease.

You nodded and tried taking deep breaths, failing at the start, but slowly managed to calm down, though you were still crying.

The king saw that you were still crying and he wanted to try to calm you down even further.

"Look at my eyes. You're safe with me. Nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me. Do you understand?" The king asked you earnestly, willing to do whatever it took to prove that your emotions and thoughts were going to be taken into consideration and that you were in good hands with him.

You nodded with a sniff and brushed your tears away. "I love you.." you said.

"I love you too, dear." The king replied, his face was full of compassion and warmth as he spoke to you.

He was trying his hardest to give you this reassurance that he wouldn't let anyone hurt you or do anything to you that could harm your peace of mind.

He brought you in for another hug, wanting to give you as much physical reassurance as he possibly could at this point. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head in the crook of his neck. The king felt like this was where you were supposed to be all along, in his arms and close by his side.

Your head was resting in a comfortable position and you felt so safe and secure.

The king wanted to keep you here forever, never allowing anyone else to take this away from you. He wanted to protect you forever.

The day of the crowning began with the kingdom's citizens lining up in the streets, all waiting to see the king and his new king-consort be crowned and take the throne of the kingdom.

The crowds were buzzing with chatter as they spoke of the new royal couple and their marriage. There were people who were excited for this new chapter in their country's history, and there were those who were still not ready to accept this new type of relationship.

But what made this a hundred times more shocking was that you walked up to the throne to get your crown in a *dress*.

The crowd was surprised and some people actually were quite shocked by the sight of you in a dress.

Some people were confused as to why you decided to wear a dress and how you were even allowed to wear one.

However, there were no signs of the king stopping you from wearing a dress, as he stood by your side and held you close.

He was trying to show his support for your choice in clothing and not allow you to be attacked for it.

"Usually, there's a woman getting the crown, so why don't I wear a dress?" You whispered to your husband with a smile.

The king laughed softly when you said this. He was very glad that you were embracing your choice to wear a dress so much.

The crowd was shocked by your response and most of them were beginning to realize that this marriage was going to be a lot different than they expected.

The king looked at you with a bright and loving smile and he leaned over to you and whispered in your ear.

"You look absolutely stunning." The king spoke in a voice that was full of admiration and love, not at all bothered by your choice of dress.

"A man in a dress, that's not something they see often.." You chuckled, doing a little spin. The king laughed with you as you twirled in your dress. He loved how free and confident you were in your choices, unafraid to be yourself no matter what others thought.

The crowd was still in shock but there were a few people in the crowd who were smiling back at you, seeming to respect your choice as well.

The king was very happy that you decided to stand up to tradition and wear exactly what you wanted to without caring what other people might think.

"But.. if you think I look stunning in such a simple dress, you'll see it a lot more often." You smirked, bowing in a way a woman would, bending your knees and bowing your head down, instead of standing straight and bowing like a man..

The crowd was very surprised by the ways in which you were standing and moving like a woman would. However, they were also very respectful of your actions and some of them appeared to be nodding in approval as they saw this.

The king was very impressed by how you were not afraid of embracing your femininity and showing the world your true colors.

He was starting to get very excited to have you standing by his side and to have this moment that felt like history in the making.

"Let's make some history." You smiled. The king smiled back at you and the crowd of people was starting to realize exactly what the moment ahead represented.

This was a time for history and a time that was about to change the way things were forever.

The king was now even more excited than he had been before, now that you were on board and ready to embark on this new journey together.

"Let's make some history then." The king replied, also with a bright smile. "I was actually wearing this as a joke, but it's pretty comfortable." You said with a hum.

The king laughed aloud when you said you were just joking around with the dress.

The crowd seemed to light up now that you were making a joke about it and even found humor in the situation.

The king also found comfort in the fact that you were feeling comfortable with the choice you had made.

"I can imagine it is pretty comfortable. I bet it feels a lot more freeing, too, compared to the restrictive suits that I've always had to wear."

You nodded. "Yeah, let's make you try it one day." You joked once more. The king laughed and shook his head.

"I know you would love to see me in a dress." The king joked back, still enjoying the banter between you two.

The crowd could tell you two were having fun with this moment and even the people who had not originally agreed with your marriage were beginning to be drawn in to the lightness of this situation and the way you two were enjoying this moment so much.

You finally calmed down your laughter and stood up straight. "Okay, let's finish this up, so the people who still haven't adjusted to this newfound thing about two men can go home." You chuckled.

The crowd burst out into laughter, finding your comment very humorous.

Some of them even began to clap in agreement.

The king was glad that you were still willing to poke fun at the entire situation and he was enjoying every moment of it.

"Yes, let's finish this up. We don't want to keep those people waiting too long." The king smiled back at you, beginning to get nervous for the moment that their crowns would be placed upon their heads.

You nodded, took his hand, and smiled. The king returned your smile and the two of you walked forward towards the center of the platform, ready to finally be crowned.

The crowd seemed to quiet down and even the people who were against your marriage were beginning to become quiet.

As you kept walking, the king spoke to you again in a quiet voice.

"Just so you know, I'm nervous. Just so you know, I'm more scared than I ever thought I would be right now." The king said, letting his emotions out for a moment. "Darling, you've already been crowned once.. how are you, the nervous one?" You whispered. The king laughed again.

"Well, this is different... My first time being crowned, we were being crowned king and queen. This time, we are being crowned king and king-consort. There is a difference, and I feel like people are going to be much more judgemental of this moment. I'm just worried that some people might try to ruin the crowning by yelling out insults at us in front of everyone." The king said, a little nervously.

"I mean.. that did sorta happen when we announced our marriage.." you pointed out. "Yeah, that's very true. I just didn't realize how harsh they could be until we had made our announcement. I guess now I'm nervous to see how much worse the response will be when we are finally crowned in front of everyone." The king said, still feeling a little nervous about how things could turn out.

"You're the king. You can boss people around and like.. make them stop shouting things at us." You said, trying to point out the power he actually had over people. "You're right, I am the king, and I could make everyone stop if I wanted to. It's just that I was hoping that people would see our loving relationship and come to accept it for what it is." The king explained, starting to feel a little more relaxed at the thought of using his authority over the crowd.

"Yes, but it's quite obvious that that's not going to happen, isn't it?" You said. "By the way, how long does it take until we actually do get crowned? We've been standing here for like five minutes." You whispered.

The king laughed at the question you asked.

"I have no clue how long it's going to take but my guess is that it'll be at least a few minutes more." The king whispered back.

The king was enjoying the quietness of the moment and wanted to savor it for as long as possible. He was even enjoying your jokes and small comments which gave him a little more comfort.

"I just have one question for you. What do you think is going to happen when we are crowned?" The king asked. "I don't think I'll be able to go out for errands without you.." you said.

The king smiled at this and laughed out loud.

"I think you'll probably be right. I wouldn't be surprised if all of the security guards and people started keeping a close eye on you. I know they'll want to keep a close eye on me, that's for sure." The king said, seeming a little amused by the thought of this scenario.

"Yeah, but you know how I got treated before you literally saved my life.. some of those people are still here, you know.." you said. The king felt a twinge of guilt hearing you mention how you were treated previously before he had saved your life.

He felt a deep sense of anger building up inside of him towards the people who had caused you so much pain in the past.

"I would never let anyone hurt you again. These people know better than to even try." The king spoke in a firm and decisive voice, ready to defend you in any situation if necessary. You nodded and sighed. "I trust you, love.." you said, just as the priest walked over.

The king was happy that you trusted him so much.

The priest had gotten to the platform now and the king's heartbeat began to increase in anticipation of this moment.

"We're getting crowned now. Let's do this." The king whispered, trying to hide his nervousness. The crowd all seemed to become hushed suddenly as the priest began to speak.

"I have the pleasure today of overseeing the coronation of a most worthy king and king-consort. It is a blessing to see these two men being crowned together and being recognized as a loving and committed couple."

The king let out a sigh of relief as it seemed like they were making it seem very acceptable for you two to be crowned together. The priest continued to speak and he was now speaking directly to the king.

"It may not have always been this way, but it is now time for this wonderful kingdom to acknowledge the relationship of this fine pair. This kingdom has always been one to change with the times, and it is now becoming an example all by itself. Let's crown this magnificent pair and give them our blessings for their reign as king and king-consort." The king could feel the eyes of the crowd all on him and you as the priest continued to speak.

It was one of the most important moments in his life for sure and he felt the heavy weight of responsibility upon him as the priest continued to give words of encouragement.

This moment meant so much to the king because it would be a moment in history where people's views on relationships would forever change. You held his hand to calm his nerves, something you liked doing but wasn't very sure if it even worked. The king felt the soft feeling of your hand as it held onto his tight.

Your warmth was very calming for him and he was feeling slightly less nervous now thanks to you.

He gave your hand a tight squeeze as to let you know how much this meant to him and he was ready to finally receive his crown. The priest was now calling for the crown to be brought out, a moment the king was looking forward to and yet nervous for when they were actually placed upon his head.

All of this build-up only added to his nervousness, but he was determined to remain calm during all of this, and he was glad you were by his side to help him through this. The priest held the crown in both hands and he turned towards the king.

"Ready to receive your crown?" The priest asked earnestly.

The king nodded yes and the priest placed the crown onto the king's head.

The crowd burst out into applause and cheers, showing how much they were in support of this moment. You smiled and continued to hold his hand as your crown was brought in. The king looked down into your eyes as it was announced that you were getting your crown.

You held the crown between your hands and the priest asked you the same exact question the king was asked.

"Ready to receive your crown?"

You shook your head yes and the priest placed it on your head gently.

Like the king, you could feel the crowd's excitement as they began to cheer and yell out your name. Some of them were insults, but you couldn't care less. The insults from some members of the crowd were nothing but small whispers that meant nothing to the king at this point.

He was more focused on you and the moment the two of you were making history.

Now, it was both of your turns to have all the eyes of the crowd on you as you held hands together. Though, you went in for the full-on wedding kiss. Bending him down and kissing him. The crowd went wild again as the kiss was performed in front of everyone.

There were so many people cheering you two on that you could hear some of them laughing at this moment as well, which was a good sign because it meant the tension from the insults was slowly fading away.

The king didn't care what the other people thought at this moment. He was only interested in the way your lips felt against his. You pulled away and helped him stand up. "I love you.." you said.

The king was speechless after your display of affection and he had the biggest smile on his face possible as everyone was watching the two of you make this beautiful moment.

"I love you as well." The king spoke after finally collecting himself from the excitement of your kiss, he was happier than he had ever been in his entire life.

The kingdom had gone through a complete transformation during the first few years of the relationship between the king and king-consort.

They hadn't only proven to the people that same-sex relationships were okay but they also created equality in the kingdom.

The people were thriving as the two of them worked to create a society that was open and accepting of everyone, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, or anything else. The king and king-consort had also brought forth social programs to make sure everyone in the kingdom was living in the best conditions and had access to basic necessities. They had made sure that people could be provided for and that no one needed to suffer.

They had also reformed the way laws were handled in the kingdom, making it more fair and just for everyone. They had gotten rid of harsh punishments for small crimes and had made sure that there was a fair justice system.

The kingdom had been able to flourish and grow in every imaginable way during the first few years of their reign together and it was a beautiful thing to see.

There were moments during this time where the two had disagreements and they argued like any ordinary couple, but at the end of the day, they always worked things out and moved forward together.

People in the kingdom had begun to think that they were the perfect couple, never arguing and always getting along so well.

They never knew all the moments when they had fought and had moments of disagreement because the king and king-consort never showed their arguments.

Instead, they wanted the kingdom to see them as perfect and loving so that they could set an example for everyone else.

The time of the king and king-consort came to an end after many years of their marriage, but they had left the kingdom in a beautiful state of harmony and equality. They had changed so much during their time together and the people will always remember them as an inspiration to the rest of the world.

They stayed together till they had grown old together and they died together, leaving the kingdom in good hands of their heir. They set the example for the kingdom on how true partners would act and their love lived on even after they had passed.

[fleurelinathehybrid]

💛[Chapter 9: Death's Warnings]💛

Death knows that it is not typical for a being with scruples like her species to enter the kingdom of a sovereign without their permission. That rule was imposed by her brother Destiny, in order to impose good coexistence between her siblings with their respective kingdoms. They might be family, but good manners should not be forgotten.

However, a certain Endless thought it would be fun to go back to his old ways and play with the patience of the older brother they enjoyed annoying; and now, with a severe consequence at his disposal, they needed to be put in their place. And although that was Destiny's role, this time she would be in charge of doing it.

That's why it was surprising to both of them (one because they witnessed it and the other because she did it), that Death had entered without permission or notifying the Threshold. The ruler of said kingdom was stupefied when she appeared, while arranging their perfumes on their shelf.

—Sister! What a pleasant surprise. —Desire received her with a smile, which faded from their face when she approached and noticed their murderous expression on their face. It definitely wouldn't be a pleasant surprise.

—Pleasant surprise, huh? —the Grim Reaper spoke, showing her obvious fury at her brainless sister-brother who was bastard enough to feign innocence. —I know perfectly well that it was you, Desire. You've already gone too far.

—I don't think it will cost you much to confess to me what you're talking about. —they feigned confusion and disbelief, making a vague attempt to hide their mocking smile.

—What am I talking about? —Death gritted her teeth. —WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?! —she shouted, causing a slight jumpscare in her sibling. —Don't play innocent little lamb because it doesn't work out for you. I mean your damn joke.

—What joke? —The Endless of Wishes asked, tilting their head like a curious dog.

— THOSE DAMN CHOCOLATES THAT YOU LEFT ON HIS THRONE FOR DREAM!!

That outburst of a furious and impassive Death caused the Threshold's heart to feel a tremor in place due to the loud volume of his voice. If it had been a demon, an invading human, or his own parents, Desire would have already expelled them from his kingdom for their gigantic lack of respect and would deny him entry again; However, it was their older sister who was addressing them this way and now they had to defend themselves.

—Ah, about that… —he began to hesitate. —I don't understand what all the fuss is about, they're just some simple chocolates.

—Don't you dare act naive because you know perfectly well that they are not "simple chocolates." You put something in them to harm their health and their relationship with Hob.

— Hey, hey, hey! —That bothered them and genuinely left them speechless. —I don't intend to ruin your relationship, it was never in my plans. It was just a simple joke and that's it.

—It's not a simple joke, Desire! What the hell did you put in the chocolates? —she asked, already tired of getting nowhere. Desire tries to look away, nervous. —Don't you dare lie to me, what did you put in the chocolates?

—It's nothing poisonous or dangerous, just an aphrodisiac potion I made recently. —they confessed with the frown of a child who fears being punished for his mischief. —I didn't use a whole jar, but a few drops to each chocolate. It's not a big deal.

—It wasn't a big deal, you say? To have the guts to put my name on chocolates? —Those questions asked by Death had made Desire realize that they had gotten into trouble.

—It was the only way for him to fall for her! It's not my fault that you have a sibling relationship with him and I don't. —they complained with their arms crossed, pouting. A trick that definitely didn't work, because Death had pulled their ear capable of almost tearing it off (right in the same ear where Desespero had hurt them the first time). — OW!!

—You yourself make Dream hostile to you, don't blame me. —Death releases them abruptly, sharpening her gaze on them. —And thanks to your joke, Drea is now in a mess that will probably harm his relationship and his life.

—Oh, please, sister! What can cause an innocent joke?

Death sharpens his gaze, at the same time she lets out a tired sigh. It seems that Desire genuinely does not know how to measure the consequences of their actions.

—Because of your joke, our brother had sexual relations with Hob under the influence of the potion. —That left Desire with their eyes open and a smile of pride. —Now, due to the actions he did while intoxicated, our brother is waiting.

That last one Desire couldn't understand. — Waiting for what?

Death facepalms and growls. —What I'm trying to say, dear little brother, is that thanks to your joke our brother is pregnant.

That left Desire in a trance that no longer gave him the ability to speak. Death, showing that she is not in the mood for another of their taunts, leaves.

"If something happens to our brother because of your prank, you will pay the consequences."

The final threat is the only thing that brings Deseo back to reality.

[💛💛💛]

Death, immediately, returned to Dreaming.

Lucienne and Matthew, already aware that the topic was absolutely serious, indicated that Hob and Dream were still in her brother's chambers. With the only order that she had to be cautious, she entered the gigantic room to check on them.

She expected any scene, except to see Hob cooing at her little brother on his lap in his arms as if he were a little child having a nightmare or a bad day. The human noticed her presence and made the sign of joining his index finger with his lips to indicate that he was silent, making Death approach cautiously; Dream had fallen asleep. I could also notice something else: he had started crying again, his eyelids swollen again.

—Was it very difficult to talk about it? —Death whispered, but it was clear enough for Hob to hear.

—When he showed me the pregnancy tests, I noticed he was nervous. I confess that I was happy at the news, I would be a father for the second time for the love of my long life. —He smiled at Death, who returned the smile, the one that was necessarily erased. —Until I saw that he started to cry and I started to calm him down. Then he told me about his brother and what happened that night.

Death pursed her lips, she was definitely furious with that bastard. She sat on the bed, right next to where Dream's head was, and couldn't help but stroke his unruly hair.

—He began to blame himself, saying he didn't know what was happening and that he wasn't conscious. To be honest, I got angry with myself. I could have realized it and stopped that night.

Death takes his knee, giving the human some moral support. It was surprising to her what could have happened in that bet years ago.

—Neither you nor my brother are to blame for what happened. No one could have known that Desire would be able to do this to both of you just for fun.

That leaves Hob in a strange feeling of awareness and protection. Even though what had happened was barbaric, Gadling was absolutely sure of one thing: he loved Dream of the Endless with all his heart, and he would be able to give his life for it and more.

—I'm not going to leave him alone. Not now that I received the news that I am going to be a father, for the second time. —the human looks at Death, who smiled proudly. —A second time that I will never waste.

The Grim Reaper gets up from her brother's bed and proceeds to give the sleeping king of Dreams a kiss on the forehead, and then leaves his chambers.

Hob coos again at his beloved Endless, feeling his arms cramp from the weight of his back.

Until the sound of breathing caught him off guard.

"I know you can be trusted. However, if you leave my brother alone, I will be able to take your life"

Hob sighs nervously. It was always his rule to never make Death angry, or make fun of her. Now, that he had made his decision, he would be willing to fight his new family in formation with cloak and sword.

They would do it, until the end of their lives.

[pzagrilleandbar]

Pizza Restaurant

The pizza delivery services offered by fast food establishments are poor.

When I come home from work, I'm usually too tired to cook, so I order pizza. The person's mental health might be at peril as a result of this. It's important to take a hard look at one's own actions before passing judgment on others. No of what I did as a child, my mother never made me feel bad about myself.

I value your support and affection very much.

It's possible to get a vast variety of tasty cuisine even in the most out-of-the-way places. From where you started, darling, you've gone a long way. My brothers and I have learnt to find solace in strange places as a result of our parents' constant bickering. Eat a slice of pie whenever you feel blue. Try to see things from their perspective before passing judgment. The hotel's restaurants served some of the greatest meals of my life Pizza Restaurant The sudden flood of clients caused us to run out of food and close early.

The allegations about his being a spy started as soon as he stepped foot inside the building. It would take too much time to enumerate all of pizza's potential uses. Feel free to get in touch with us at any time with inquiries, recommendations, or requests. Cheeses like mozzarella and Cheddar are ready to eat when they develop brown spots. There are currently no unfulfilled orders for pizza. Even though you're obviously a skilled cook, you omitted some of my favorite ingredients from the pizza you made for me. Even though pizza ranks high on my list of favorite meals, I've never attempted to make it from scratch. My stomach has been acting up after a week of relentless pizza intake. Those who know me well are aware of my deep affection for pizza. I used to be able to eat a whole pizza by myself. When the pizzas start arriving, the celebration can officially begin. Because of how well it fits into our hectic schedules, we frequent that place rather regularly. I remember feeling sexual desire for the first time when I was twelve years old. Where should I go for the best pizza if I ever make it to your city? When preparing pizza at home, feel free to use any toppings you choose. While placing an online pizza order is convenient, nothing beats the flavor of a warm, homemade pie. In a few major cities, you can find some of the greatest pizza in the country at a street vendor. We order pizza every Friday to mark the conclusion of the work week. Even though I didn't feel like it, I knew I had to give it my all in order to achieve my goals. One of my weaknesses has always been the clarity of my speech. We sampled a few other pizzas before settling on this one. I had to depart the country since my visa had run out. My persistent tardiness, however, is always justified. This unexpected development has taken me by surprise. I can't make a call until I get all the information. I wish I had the means to take advantage of this opportunity at the moment, but sadly, I do not.

There was always frozen pizza in the freezer, so I never had to worry about getting hungry as a youngster. Don't worry, we have a strategy to curb my insatiable hunger. With the exception of a few pizza binges here and there, I've been fairly good at keeping track of what I eat in the past few weeks. For a young adult like myself, pizza was a lifesaver since it was cheap, easy to make, and needed no dishes afterward. For two weeks, I subsisted solely on pizza. My go-to food on lazy days is pizza. Pizza delivery businesses might benefit from the proliferation of fast food outlets. Disorder has no place in the workplace. The situation is rapidly deteriorating, therefore time is of the essence. Why? It's important to take action when witness testimony conflicts. Cucumbers, Italian sausage, and Tabasco sauce marinated in vinegar are enough to make even the most jaded diner pay notice.

There is no longer any pressing need to locate a priceless diamond.

Protecting the most defenseless members of society must always be a top priority. Put your mental health first in all you do. The delivery charge is the same whether you order pizza or a gourmet meal. As a result, resurrecting the dead is an extremely remote prospect. I hosted a pizza party in the guise of a mini-golf tournament (the kids' equivalent of a golf tournament) to both reward the children for their recent scholastic and extracurricular accomplishments and to expose them to the excitement of competitive sports. I plan to subsist on pizza and Coke if I keep winning in golf. Taking one's accomplishments for granted is a surefire recipe for failure. Individual needs must take a back seat to the needs of the collective. It's possible that our efforts will provide utterly random outcomes.

[fallroute]

WARNINGS FOR: ABUSE, DROWNING, BULLYING

"You think you're so cool because you got to skip to high school?"

Lulu looked up at them, the five bullies who had cornered her in the bathroom. She'd gone in here to just wash her hands and then head to her next class, but they'd taken it as a chance to gang up on her. The main bully, a girl with long, messy red hair and brown eyes, with a tan so fake you thought she was an orange, huffed and folded her arms against her chest.

"We'll show you not to turn your nose up just because you're a 'kid'."

One of the other girls, a short, mousy-haired girl with glasses and a fake tan as well, grabbed Lulu by the hair and started to drag her towards the stall. Another girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes, but wasn't sporting a fake tan, had her phone out as she recorded what was happening.

Lulu struggled. She tried her best to fight, despite the pain in her head. Grabbing her by the scalp once she was dropped near the toilet, the mousy-haired girl dunked her head in and held her there.

"Yeah! Drown the bitch!" The redhead jeered. "We'll show you what happens when you fuck with us, you stupid whore!"

Lulu continued to struggle, trying to get her head out. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe--

"Drown her!! Drown her!!" Came the chants, muffled from the fact her head was underwater. Lulu kept struggling, letting out air and choking on the water. Every time she did, her lungs filled with water instead. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe--

With one last attempt, Lulu tried to break free but was unable to. She let out the last breath she had, watching as her world went black.

Is this really it? She thought to herself as her vision faded. Oh... I guess it is. I just wanted.... to make my Mom happy so I could get a hug from her....

The girls jeered as Lulu's body went limp, the one recording the video having stopped once she stopped struggling and uploading the video with the title "Whoring Bitch gets what she deserves" onto a video website. They left the bathroom, leaving the body there.

"Oh, you poor, sweet child." A woman with long white hair, bright blue eyes wearing a long white dress decorated with silver armor appeared. "You've fought bravely for the love of a parent who doesn't care about you... You just wanted to make her happy."

Kneeling down next to the body, she pulled it out and held it, water staining her white dress. "I will give you a second chance."

----

An ambulance was called and the girls who had uploaded the video were arrested and charged with attempted murder, facing years of jailtime. Lulu was in a coma for several months, and brain activity was low.

Her mother didn't arrive.

The woman appeared again, walking over to her and brushing her hair aside. "I know it's difficult to come back after what happened to you, but you must. This isn't the end for you, Lulu Adamson."

Lulu groaned, opening her eyes just a bit. Staring at the woman, she blinked slowly before closing her eyes again. The woman sighed gently, sitting next to her and putting her hand over Lulu's. "I know your mother is negligent, and that's who you're waiting for to wake up, but I will be here until you do. No one can see me, or hear me except for you."

---

A year passed, and Lulu finally opened her eyes. She, with extreme difficulty, sat up to see the woman sitting there. Her mother, after all this time, hadn't come to see her? But she'd been good...

She got into high school early, she was going to graduate soon, wasn't she?

"Welcome back."

"....I...." She couldn't find the words to say anything, so lowered her head slightly. The woman reached over to put a hand on her shoulder. Warmth spread through her as the woman did that, giving Lulu the strength she needed to find the words.

"....I want my mom... Why isn't Mom here?" Tears filled her eyes. "Why... why am I alone?"

"I know it's hard when a parent isn't here. But I will always be with you. You are of my kin, after all." The woman smiled a little, reaching over to hug her. The warmth was... comforting to Lulu, who started to sob uncontrollably.

"I will always be with you...."

-----

When Lulu finally returned home, two months after waking from her coma, she found her mother sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating potato chips. She didn't even acknowledge Lulu had come home, instead just ignoring her. A frown crossed Lulu's face as she headed over to the stove to start cooking herself something to eat. Once she got something to eat, she washed her dishes and put them in the drainer, going to her room.

The next day, she went directly to school after making herself a lunch. Most of the people there were surprised to see her alive and well after seeing the video. They had all figured she would never wake from the coma, so she was bombarded with a million questions.

School life returned to normal not long after that, and Lulu graduated from high school, applying to college and getting through that as well. If she could get her mother to acknowledge her, by becoming the youngest college graduate ever, she would be happy.

But her mother never did....

[ky-tumbles]

Navigating - Bradley Bradshaw (4)

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The sun has finally set. Your dad and Penny were long gone, taking advantage of Amelia being gone for the night you imagine. The group had built a fire and everyone was gathered around.

Bradley had pulled you out of you chair, sitting in it first before pulling you into his lap. The warmth of his body behind yours is comforting as the San Diego air has cooled off in the absence of the sun.

“Did you guys get to do a gender reveal?” Phoenix questions, she’s sat across the fire from you two.

“No, we didn’t,” you pout, Bradley chuckles as he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck. “We actually didn’t want to know.”

“But you know you’re having a boy?” Hangman’s eyebrow is raised, he’s clearly confused.

“The appointment was just about to end, the sonographer knew what we were having and suddenly our little guy turned over and it was pretty hard to deny what we were having,” you blush a little, recalling the pure shock of your boy flashing himself for the world.

“Takes after his dad,” Bradley smirks, the pride flowing off his body in what can only be described as pure arrogance.

“So that’s why they call you Rooster, huh?” Hangman jibs, playfully nudging you as he takes a seat in the chair beside you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You tease back, scrunching your nose playfully at the blonde. Your husband groans underneath you, attempting to pull you closer into him

The group quiets down a little, everybody contemplating the next couple of days. There’s a mission on the horizon that no one can really shake from their psyche.

“Hey Y/N?” Bob catches your attention, he’s sat beside Pheonix, beer in hand as he makes eye contact.

“Yes Bob?”

“Did you see a lot of your dad growing up?” The question has the groups attention drawn to you. Since most had gone to the academy or even TOPGUN with you, they’d known the captain assigned to them this time around was none other than your father.

“What do you mean?” You’re thrown off guard by Bob’s inquiry, Bradley sensing your confusion sneaks his hands under your shirt to rub circles on your hipbone.

“You lived with your mom right?”

That sets you in to laughter, even your husband chuckles at that.

“No Bob, I did not. Dad had sole custody of me,” you take a deep breath as you begin your story. “It was supposed to be a one night stand. Then my biological mother found out she was pregnant with me, not long after she met my stepfather, Steve, who didn’t want a child that wasn’t his. Bio mom signed over her parental rights to dad because Steve also refused to let her get an abortion. Dad was the first one to hold me in the hospital, as soon as I was born my bio mom essentially wanted nothing to do with me.” Your heart clenched at the thought of the woman who never really wanted you.

“Wow,” Bob’s jaw has dropped, the rest of the group is silent just watching and gauging your reaction.

“We had a place right next to Brad and Carole, no matter where we went in the world, we always came back. Until middle school, when Carole insisted I have a steady education. I actually have four half sisters who have no idea I exist.” You feel like you’ve brought the group down, you try not to think about your mom often as it’s quite painful.

“Your dad was the best parent though, between him and my mom, I’d say we turned out pretty damn good.” Bradley smiles, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

"Yeah, he was my best friend," You reply, Bradley clears his throat loudly. "You know damn well you've been more than my best friend for our entire lives."

With that, he cups your chin and brings your lips against his. The rest of the group fades into other conversations and you're left with the feeling of just you and Rooster against the world.

"Love you, Pumpkin."

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[khaluisa]

First Stage: ENHYPEN as Dark Romance Trope

His Pretty Doll Face | Yang Jung-won

pairings: Student! Yang Jung-won x Student! reader

warnings: contains themes of abduction, betrayal. obsessive behavior; slight violent scenes.

synopsis: there was a shy boy in your class that everyone around you adored because of his nice personality and pretty face. however, you've always found him strange. you thought that he was too good to be true. but when some weird things started happening around you, things started to change. and so-called nice boy Yang Jung-won made his way to be friends with you.

— scene one — scene two

Take it or Leave it | Lee Hee-seung

pairings: Psychologist! Lee Hee-seung x female reader

warnings: contains themes of illegal activities, murder attempts; manipulation.

synopsis: you just got married to your boyfriend! Hee-seung who spent three years with you! but right after your marriage your husband starts behaving strangely and you'll find illegal things that Hee-seung had done one by one.

— scene one: coming soon

Bloody Hell | Park Jong-seong

pairings: Agent! Park Jong-seong x Police! reader

warnings: contains themes of murder; both physical and emotional abuse; there will be scenes with cold weapons; describing sensitive topics (vicious murder scenes).

synopsis: your agent! husband Jay's colleagues have been found brutally murdered. your chief will entrust this case to you. while you and your husband investigate the case, you'll find some evidence that you never expected. as you move from one point to another, you will come to a dead-end.

— scene one: coming soon

16 missed calls | Shim Jae-yoon

pairings: Bully! Shim Jake x female reader

warnings: contains themes of discrimination and bullying. both physical and emotional abuse.

synopsis: your secondary school life was not the brightest. you were an outcast in your school. because of Jake's constant bullying, you couldn't take it anymore and run away. several years later in your high school, you had met your bully! Jake again. but surprisingly Jake didn't recognize you moreover even flirted with you!

— scene one: coming soon

The Runaway Bride | Park Sung-hoon

pairings: Scientist! Park Sunghoon x female reader

warnings: contains themes of freedom restrictions, strong obsessive behavior. suggestive scenes here and there.

synopsis: Park Sung-hoon, the genius of all the time, has experimented on himself and brought out his darkest desires. at the same time, he and your parents arranged the two of you into a marriage. when you see his strange behavior, you try to escape before your marriage. but after all, you can't escape from the genius that has become the psychopath.

— scene one: coming soon

Taboo Love | Kim Su-noo

pairings: College student! Kim Su-noo x Professor! reader

warnings: slight age difference, but reader and sunoo are both adults. slight obsessive behavior; manipulation

synopsis: the fifth grader student! Kim Su-noo, had fallen in love with the twelfth grader student you! it was a mere innocent child's crush. but unfortunately, when you graduated, you're gone like a stone thrown into the water. after looking for you for a very long time, he saw you lecturing at the university he has entered!

— scene one: coming soon

Pointed Gun | Nishimura Ri-ki

pairings: Student! Nishimura Ri-ki x Student! reader

warnings: contains themes of blackmailing; cold weapons; mentions of shooting.

synopsis: you get a small note from your secret admirer every morning. at first, the note's context was really sweet, however as time passes by it will get creepier. the letter that once excited you has become the cause of your fear. and the one who sends these letters has turned out to be your stalker.

— scene one: coming soon

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[dawndelion-winery]

Somewhere For Us

It's been some time since you've parted ways, and the start to reminisce what could've been

Ft. Kazuha, Ningguang, Childe, Menogias

Kazuha:

He thought it was for the best to leave your life when his family fell to ruin

So off he went to find himself without telling you, hoping you'd be furious enough to forget about him out of spite

Oh how everything reminded him of you

He'd come across this great tree in Liyue, parts of it shimmering like noctilucus jade

He remembers how the younger you had looked through the shipments from Liyue, sneaking some of the jade into your room because they'd looked so pretty

He found you before anyone else had, helping you sneak it back into the shipments lest you got into trouble

A warmth fills him as he imagines how you'd react to the tree

Perhaps it was time he made his way back and take you along with him

Ningguang:

Ningguang wasn't someone who would be called sentimental

She did what it took to climb to the top and she never looked back

But not all paths are straight, and she finds herself at a turn, facing the life she once knew

It was chance that brought you both to Yaoguang Shoal, her spying you from afar, sat on the shore the way you used to with her

Not bothering to stop the smile that creeped on her face, she picked up a starconch and sat beside you

For a moment, you didn't say anything, as though you didn't know she was there, and she didn't look at you either

Like strangers, the two of you sat side by side, looking out into the horizon

When she gets up to leave, she drops the shell in your lap before uttering a farewell

She walks off without hesitation, returning to her work, wondering if you'll think to listen to the starconch and hear the words she never got to tell you

Childe:

He knows better than anyone that he had no right to expect you to be waiting for him

After all, even he had told you it would be for the better if you forgot him

So why was he still looking around the port, hoping to see you there with his family?

He was never a good liar, and his parents told him you'd left, moving on to greater endeavours

It felt bitter on his tongue as he voiced the realisation

"So they're gone now..."

His parents looked worried, but it sooner turned to confusion when he turned to his siblings with the brightest smile on his face

He told them snippets of his travels, and when Tonia asked if he was sad about you leaving, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest

"They've waited for me long enough, don't you think? I'll see them again though, because now it's my turn to chase them."

Anyone could feel something was different from the boy who once looked at you with a far off longing

Is eyes now held an unwavering determination

He'd follow you to the ends of Teyvat if it meant he'd see you again

Menogias:

The yakshas didn't mingle with people

It was simple enough, their karmic debt wasn't something humans could handle

He was the one who said it'd be best you keep your distance

And yet it would seem Liyue wasn't as vast as he'd hoped

Regardless of where he roamed, he somehow found himself heading towards you, peering at you from a distance to see if you were alright

If you were happy

Did you miss him, perhaps?

Whenever he sees you smile he's reassured that he made the right choice

But then come the lows when he has to fight the urge to rush to your side and hold you

It's a cruel game he forces himself to play

It's only when he has no choice but to step in and protect you that your eyes meet his in a long while

And his resolve crumbles

His half hearted attempts to pull away from you are easily thwarted by your hands around his wrists

He was never good at telling you no anyway

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[horanghoe]

dad!s.coups because im a simp, okay? okay. okay?

sometimes, parenting was joyful.

sometimes, you and your husband seriously debated selling both of your children for a mere hour of silence.

more specifically; parenting over the corona virus pandemic was something of a spinning wheel in which the pin stopped occasionally on the 'help I'm crying over chalk' and 'my child is the best thing on this earth'.

the usual time for the crying wake up call time was 7am on the dot, unless your daughter or son needed the toilet.

your eyes squinted open. instant anxiety filling you at the expectation of hearing a piercing yell of either you or your partners code names.

you glared at the clock. it's red code of '6:35' almost felt like a taunt. you lay still, waking up slowly but breathing as quietly as possible to hear the house.

Seungcheol's breath fanned softly over the back of your neck and exposed shoulder. there was space between you, but his arm lay heavy over your side and under your hip. it was still dark out (winter hours), thankfully, and the house was as silent as heaven.

a few seconds passed and it seemed like you were in the clear.

you hadn't realised but Seungcheol was awake; spooking you slightly as you released a huge sigh of relief - not aware of the breath you were holding until it was gone - and felt a soft pull of gravity towards the man-heater behind you.

you jumped slightly before relaxing into being pulled into the small-spoon agenda.

"Sorry love" he mumbled into your shoulder. Seungcheol's knees bending up and shuffling his strong biceps to secure you gently to his stomach, in a pure coccoon of comfort.

"didn't mean to spook you..." his breath fanned over your cheek as he nuzzled the hair off your cheek, kissing your temple affectionately.

You laughed softly, "It's okay. Didn't expect you to be awake is all."

Seungcheol hummed softly into the skin of your neck. the sound sent a shiver through your body, your mind and body still holding some resistance to the notion of waking up, but barely.

"I was listening out for Nari. she gets nightmares... when it's windy... like this."

his voice was naught more than a grumbling baritone whisper. a comforting roughness that was so familiar. you shuffled in his arms to move onto your back, then face him.

he was beautiful. even so groggy and tired, even if he was so worn down from the months of quarantine. he did so well at hiding his troubles from the kids and worked so hard to be a good dad. even with his face all puffed up and a dried out dribble stain on the pillow above, he was beautiful.

his arms relaxed into the air until you settled, falling back down with a thump once you had settled into the position.

a puffy brown eye slithered open, paired with a smile. well it was more of a shit eating smirk but you pushed those thoughts away to just enjoy this moment of closeness with your love.

"How long have you been awake, cheolie? you look tired." your tone was soft, watching as his eye closed again.

"since 4." he sighed.

you cooed softly, reaching a finger to trace gently underneath his eyes, over his cheekbone and along his lips. his smile made little butterflies appear in your belly.

Seungcheol lifted his hand to grip your wrist and the joined fingers splaying across his jaw. he kept his eyes slightly open as he moved to meet your embrace. you're not sure how, but before you know it you've got strands of hairs between your fingers and his tongue between your teeth.

he wasn't really helping the situation; with a knee hiked up into your crotch zone and a stray hand snaking underneath your shirt to squeeze at your sensitive left boob.

you pulled away quickly, upset that the pain/pleasure had jolted you fully awake, and upset at the smirk from your husband below you.

Seungcheol snickered as you swatted his hand from underneath your soft bed bra, keeping his eyes closed and face smug.

"Don't be a dick, coups." you - well, you had attempted to say, before your husband rolled over onto his stomach, on top of you, essentially pinning your hip and torso to the bed.

"milf." he muttered against your ear. he was trying to flirt, but honestly you were trying to find any reason to keep it together before the kids waltzed in with daddy balls deep into their mother.

so you panicked and laughed.

"what the fuck Seungcheol? are you that tired and horny that you just called me a milf?"

your husband then started to have a strop. flopping back onto his back with arms crossed and a strong pout. his eyes were open now, glaring you down from hurt.

"what?" he huffed in an arrogant mood. childish really. "You’re my mum and I'd like to fuck you."

his mood meant his voice was raising, so you shushed him with a light lilt of a laugh.

"that sounds so wrong baby, but I appreciate the sentiment."

his frown only got deeper.

"... why can't I fuck my beautiful wife when I know she produces beautiful kids? stop laughing at me, I'm being serious."

you shushed him with a barely contained laugh at his innocent offence, and really your only argument was; "because I don't want the kids to come in and get scarred at the age of 3 and 4 cheolie, that's why."

he huffed a "fine." , closing his eyes again as you lay on your back, mimicking him but watching his face.

"besides, with the way you just yelled, you're lucky if Nari and Luke didn't just wake up-"

and as if on queue, the door swung the fastest it maybe ever had on its hinges, making way for the two stars of the show.

older brother Luke appeared before either you, or Seungcheol could react. running and jumping onto the bed (his dads stomach) before he had the chance to brace impact and catch the monkey child that now clambered up and across to wiggle into the space between your bodies.

Seungcheol closed his eyes with a grit in his jaw that told you he was calming his anger that stemmed from the pain of being belly slammed, and it was your turn to snicker, with a bite to your lip for slight humility.

Nari was always a little more timid. a quiet type of evil reaching the bedside with a solid thwack of a book against her daddy's arm.

"Hungry daddy." she spoke aloud, seemingly unrelated to the copy of the jungle book that you peeled away from your husbands skin, revealing the red patch beneath.

"Daddy the wind is scawing, make it stop. Luke said-"

"No I didn't!" your boy immediately defended himself. good, you raised a fighter. but good heavens that level of noise should be illegal this time in the morning.

You let out an exasperated noise from your throat as you sat up. Nari's face scrunched up into a mosaic of hunger and tiredness that in a toddler read as: trouble. an immediate wale released from her and you almost choked your son in an attempt to sit up so quickly. Luke started yelling at her to be quiet and that it wasn't his fault, escalating until Seungcheol let out a tired sigh.

"Enough."

He raised from his back and placed his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching across to effectively scoop Nari up and against his body so she knelt on his legs.

comforted by the cocoon of her dad and the silence (other than wind) within the room, Nari's outburst settled into hiccups and sniffles.

and he stayed like that. relaxed into an arch of support until you left with Luke to get him in the bath. until you came back to get Nari, the next hour.

you peeked into the silent room, only to find your husband on his side, sleeping with Nari's head against his shoulder. he was snoring in such a deep way you hadn't heard for so long, you almost felt bad for needing to pull your girl away from a bath.

approaching the bed gingerly, you carded a hand through his hair. "baby?" you whispered. not truly wanting to wake him. he twitched in his sleep, but settled quickly when your nails ran against his scalp.

"baby two?" you whispered to your baby girl tucked into his arms and chest. running a finger over an arm until it tugged away into the safe place of daddy-land.

you smiled. he really had stayed up and worried enough to listen out so you wouldn't be awoken.

"okay kids, I'll leave you for a bit. see you in an hour." you mumbled aloud as you stepped back from the bed, tip toeing until you could close the door.

capturing the image in your mind before going down to breakfast with the jester of the house.

you were going to be okay, you thought, as you considered the pandemic.

you guys were going to be just fine.

- love liv xx

last updated 30/NOVEMBER/2021

To add to my m/list and maybe possibly rewrite slightly, if I so feel the need. To add below the line thing, sorry mobile users just yell curse and scroll by and be at peace. 🧿 ta

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Good Girl and the Gangster: 3

Summary: Y/N is sick of being the good girl. Alfie puts her back in her place when she acts up.

A/N: Chapter 3! we gettin a lil slutty yall. Just how I like it. Let me know what you think! Shorter chapter this time but I have a break from work and school so hopefully I can get some more chapters up soon! Please please tell me what you think! Your feedback means a lot to me!

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Masterlist Part 1 Part 2

It had been a week since I'd seen Alfie. I tried to forget about it and move on, I actually tried to spend time with Jacob, but the proved to be futile.

We had gone to a museum and lunch, both of which were boring and irritating. He spoke over me and explained everything to me as if I were a child. I spent the whole day comparing him to Alfie, Alfie respected what I had to say and never spoke over me. I tried to stop comparing them, especially because I was livid with Alfie, but I couldn't help it.

I sat at the dining room table early in the morning, nibbling at the strawberry on my fork. My mother sat next to me while my father read the paper at the head of the table.

"How was your day with Jacob sweetheart?" Mother questioned.

"Fine." I mumbled, refusing to look at her. She moved on to terrorizing my father.

"Darling, you've been spending quite a bit of time with Mr. Solomons, have you had a change of heart." I hid my reaction of shock but looked at my father for his response.

"No darling, I still think he is a criminal and I disagree with his way of life but he is putting in the effort to become a holier man, so I will assist him on that journey. He came to me recently with concerns about his desires." My father spoke, sipping his coffee.

"He did?" I questioned. My father put down his newspaper and my mother looked at me.

"I just- he's been very kind to me. I worry he is, straying ... away from gods light." I attempted to cover up my interest.

"That is kind of you to worry my love, he says he feels sinful desires towards a betrothed lady and is turning to god for help. I respect him for working on his issues. The criminality is a different issue entirely." My father spoke, going back to his paper.

"I disagree. Making your way is difficult, although I am not defending criminal acts, Alfie- Mr. Solomons has done a lot of good for Camden Town." I defended.

"Y/N-" My mother started.

"I suppose you're right, he has done good. I disagree with his methods but I respect him as a man. Can't imagine what that poor girls father would think if he ever found out his betrothed child was sinning with a gangster." My father shook his head.

"Well, god makes everyone and makes no mistakes so, maybe it isn't as bad as it seems." I spoke, putting my fork down, too unsettled to eat.

"Mm." My father grumbled, going back to his paper. My mother and father began talking and I zoned out,

I really need to stop thinking about Alfie. But clearly he's thinking about me. I wonder what kind of desires? Considering what I felt against my leg when we kissed, his desires are probably similar to mine. Maybe he wants me still? Maybe I should go see him- No! I'm betrothed to Jacob. Gag me. Maybe I'll fall in love with him-

"Yes, I am going to the temple in Camden Town to help set up a charity-"

"Can I come?" I cut my father off. My parents looked at me weird for the second time this morning.

"I just, I want to see the temple there and maybe walk around the shops." I defended.

"I don't know honey, that area isn't very-"

"Nonsense love, our girl is an adult. Yes darling, you can come with me and explore a bit while I work." My father accepted.

"Thank you father." I kissed his cheek and went to get ready.

After a bit of driving, father and I parked in front of the temple. Camden Town was.. different. Smog filled the blue skies and left it a hazy grey. The working area was dirty and filled with dirtier men doing hard labor. I entered the temple ad introduced myself to the Rabbi and helped set up for a while before kissing my fathers cheek and excusing myself to explore.

I wandered the streets, entering a shop every now and then while arguing with myself.

Don't go see him. He left you. You need to move on. Just because he makes you feel -

I looked up and saw I had wondered to the bakery Alfie works in.

Well I'm already here, it wouldn't make sense to leave. I can also cut him a new one for abandoning me.

I entered the bakery and was met with heat from the machinery and a bitter scent that burned my nose. The men looked at me in confusion and desire. I wandered around a bit before stopping a gentlemen taking a break.

"Hello, is Mr. Solomons here?" He nodded and directed me to an office upstairs. I walked up to the glass door with the blinds pulled down and was stopped by a young man.

"Ma'am! You can't go in without an appointment." He exclaimed. I smiled.

"He's expecting me." I opened the door and entered the office, shutting it behind me. There he sat, feet propped up on the desk and hat tipped low, his glasses resting on his nose as he scanned the paper in his hands.

"Ollie, fuck off mate." His voice called out, yet to look up.

"I should be the one saying that to you, but here I am." I spoke. He looked up at me and tossed his paper on the desk, sitting up and putting his legs down.

"What're you doin' 'ere?" He questioned, his hands intertwined as he looked at me over his glasses.

"I was in the area, figured I 'd stop by." I spoke, exploring the office and messing with the shelves and drawers.

"Go ahead treacle." He spoke. I huffed.

"Don't act like you know why I'm here." I crossed my arms and faced him, now closer to his desk.

"I do. You want to know why I left."

"Why did you leave?" I questioned, giving in. He sighed, removing his hat and glasses.

"You're gettin' married." He spoke simply.

"As if that bothers you, that's an excuse. You're just a scared little boy Alfie." I snapped. He grunted.

"That's enough." He commanded.

"Is it? Is it enough?" I questioned.

"You're a fuckin' child, treacle. A prissy child, ain't got no business bein' around me." He explained. I felt my rage boiling over.

"Fuck you! You're the one person who didn't treat me like a baby. You want an adult? A grown woman who does grown things? Fine." I spoke, grabbing the bottle of what I assume id alcohol off his desk and pouring myself a glass. He watched silently as I downed the contents in the glass.

What the fuck is this?!

It burned tremendously and hurt going down my throat. I hid my reaction as best I could, pushing down the amber liquid and gagging a bit.

"Feel better?" He questioned, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands over his stomach. I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you, Alfie." I spoke. Now that I've started cursing it's hard to stop.

"An' you think you're an adult, right? Doin' a shit job at provin' it, love." He spoke, still not giving me any reaction.

"You're still deflecting! You're scared! You haven't given me any real reason why you left. You're a scared cunt! Can't handle a 'child' like me clearly! Even though you're the one who kissed me, Alfie. You're a fucking jerk-" Alfie was up from his desk, storming over to me and grabbing me by the neck, looking down at me with an intense eyes. Got him.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, treacle. I'm not fuckin' daft. I know what you want. You're going to be a good girl an' ask for it." Alfie demanded, his grip on my neck making my stomach flutter with lust.

"Kiss me please. I-I can't stop thinking about you." I spoke, my voice above a whisper. Alfie smashed his lips on mine. I reacted instantly and kissed back, putting my hands around his neck. He removed his hand from my neck and put them around my waist, hoisting me up and putting me on the desk. He started kissing my neck and speaking between kisses,

"Can't stop thinkin' about you, treacle. Night n' fuckin' day. You come in here beggin' me to play with you and I can't fuckin' resist." He grumbled out, his plump lips wetting my exposed collarbone. I moaned quietly and wrapped my legs around his waist, beginning to gently move my hips against his. He pulled away and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want, dove." He instructed. I whined a bit.

"T-touch me, please." I whispered. He shook his head.

"Where do you want me?" He pressed.

"I want your fingers.. please." I all but pleaded. He put his hand up my skirt and rubbed my thig before his thumb made contact with my clothed clit. I gasped and buried my face in his chest. He used his other hand and gripped my hair firmly, pulling me back to look at him as he rubbed my clit.

"Christ fuckin' soaked you are." He muttered, moving his hand to my mound and slipping it into my panties, using two fingers to rub through my wet folds. I moaned and threw my head back, moving my hips against his hand. He removed his hand and took a step back, pushing my legs open wider and getting on his knees. He pulled my panties down below my knees and bit my thigh gently.

"Alfie, please." I whimpered, my hands in his hair. He moved his lips to my clit, sucking it and drawing louder moans out of me. His kisses moved lower, his tongue entering me. I cried out and squeezed his head with my thighs. He pushed them away and moved back up to my clit.

"Can you take my finger dove?" He questioned between breaths. I nodded.

"Mhm, please Alf. I've done it a few times." I confessed. He hummed against me.

"M'sure you have." He spoke before gently pushing a finger into me while sucking my clit. I moaned out and gripped his hair tighter in my fists. I felt a bit of pressure form the size of his finger, but as he began moving it in and out I felt the pleasure overwhelm me.

"Alfie k-keep going I'm close." I moaned out, moving my hips against his face. He sped up, pulling me to the edge before slowing down again. I let out a frustrated groan.

"Tell me you're sorry for bein' a fuckin' brat. Beg me to finish off this pretty cunt." He instructed, holding down my legs and looking up at my from between my thighs.

"Fuck! Alfie. M'sorry. I didn't mean it. This is what I wanted, I was being a brat so you would snap and give me what I want. Please don't stop." I confessed. He hummed and got back to work, fingering me quicky and pushing me over the edge.

"That's right, love. So fuckin' needy ain't you?" Alfie muttered into me as I came, throwing my head back and letting out the loudest moan yet. He cleaned me up with his tongue and moved his way up my body, kissing me.

"Need you, Alfie. Please." I begged, my eyes hooded.

"Nah, ain't fuckin' you on a desk. Patience." He spoke, brushing my hair out of my flushed face. He reached underneath me and pulled my panties back up, securing them in place.

"C'mon then dove, lets go get lunch." He spoke. He gave me a few minutes to gather myself before we were walking down the streets of Camden Town.

We settled on a quaint restaurant owned by a Jewish couple Alfie knew.

"Mr. Solomons! So lovely to see you again! Who is this beautiful young lady?" An older woman exclaimed after giving Alfie a hug.

"This here is Y/N. Friend of mine." He explained. I introduced myself and she kissed my cheeks.

"Beautiful! Finally you come in here with someone! This man is a godsend. saved our business when we had money troubles." She spoke. I smiled and she showed us to our table before wandering off.

"She seems sweet. You're a good man for helping her." I spoke.

"Yeah, been comin' 'ere for years. Good woman." He spoke, deflecting the compliment.

We spent the next two hours getting to know each other and eating good food before the conversation came to a halt.

"Alfie." I spoke, swallowing my nerves. He looked at me and mumbled for me to continue.

"I don't want to marry Jacob. I want to be with you."

[buoyfriend]

HC - Parenting featuring the Ishgard Elf Husbands

I've gone soft and will not provide angst today, only fluff. Enjoy some of our favorite Ishgard Elf Husbands as fathers.

Cw: pregnancy, childbirth

Aymeric

Was eager to marry you quickly to avoid besmirching your honor (though you assured him this was not a problem, though he's seen the changes you've brought to the Holy See, he would not chance a single thing happen to you after all that took place during the Dragonsong War)

Also because he stays awake to watch you sleep and imagines what your children would look like (he hoped each time that they would have your smile)

When you finally told him that you were expecting, he swept you up in a swirl of his cape but promptly put you down because he does not fully understand how pregnancy works and was afraid of injuring you

He would like you to stop adventuring for the next few months, to ask to take care of you, but doesn't feel that it's his place to tell you to do anything at all

Absolutely relishes the moments that you give into very polite requests to take a break

Was previously only good at cooking omelettes, but learned all of your favorite dishes as cravings came and went

The experience has given him quite a bit to think about and renewed his interest in learning what happened to his mother (he would have been delighted to find her before the birth of your child)

Is completely incapable of saying no to your child. Yes, he uses the Lord Commander voice. No, it does not work

Is beyond pleased every holiday that your child makes a sloppy, inedible attempt at birch syrup as a gift

Has a large collection of drawings in the drawer of his desk, has accidentally submitted a chocobo drawing to the House of Lords instead of his proposals on more than one occasion

Values hard work and education, but semi-frequently pulls your child out of school to sneak out of the Holy See to explore the sweeping vistas of Coerthas

Absolutely loves telling your child the stories of how you met and all that you've done together, particularly enjoys throwing his voice to imitate your friends

When asked what he thinks of fatherhood:

"I thought my time had passed, to be honest with you. Many had expected me to sire a child, to continue the line of House Borel. But how could I? I was lost in duty, in paperwork.

I did long for children. It is a myth that the Lords and Ladies of the Holy See are so sexless, so proper. Nay, we are only consumed with the appearance of such. I did make the acquaintance of some fine suitors, but I couldn't imagine a child with any of them before I met (y/n). In saving Ishgard, they also saved me from endless questioning about when I could finally put away my work and let myself have something for once.

Fatherhood has been an experience of unmatched beauty. The Holy See is not what it was. For all of the pretending that I had done my whole life, the appearances I had kept, the wants and needs I had tucked away in the hopes of Ishgard confirming my worth! My child lives free of that. They could be anything they want to be in this new world that (y/n)- that we have shaped together. Though, I must say, I'd rather see them live the life of an adventurer so long as they send missives along the way."

Estinien

Lived in absolute fear of fatherhood

Is not an asshole, but can act like one when life forces him to confront the things he fears the most

When you brought up the topic of children, thinking your tone was playful, he took it as a rude questioning of his past

Upon further discussion with much work to make sure that he knows he is safe with you, he brings you to the ruins of Ferndale

He knows now that for all the deeds you've done together, all of the things you've protected as Scions, as friends, as each other's loves, he's safe to start a family of his own and they won't be lost to him like his parents and siblings were

Estinien is not the biggest reader, but is the new owner of several tomes on parenting

Dragoon-jumped out of the window at the first delivery practice class at the chirugeons' building, did not enjoy the breathing exercise

Would prefer that this not be included, but fainted at the sight of you straining and sobbing during delivery

Feared holding the baby

Is now unwilling to put down the baby

The baby is large, able to speak, and slightly embarrassed that their father carries them like this to school

Still has some fear of losing you all, though you've averted world ending crises together, he knows how quickly the world changes and fears the day he'll need to take up his lance to protect his family

Has enrolled the children in training though he doesn't care if they never become knights, he just wants to know that they'll be safe when he's away

Felt great pride bringing your children to meet Vritra

When asked "What do you love most about fatherhood?"

"Now you ask the right questions. It is about consistency, discipline, and- Well yes, I do love raising them. I thought my answer was fine...Mm. Well, if you must know, I love their faces, their innocent and questioning faces. They only know the world that (y/n) and I shaped for them. No terror raining down from the skies as they sleep, fate makes no choices for them. They're free to become who they wish, not who they must be to survive. Their brows become furrowed with a question and they immediately see about the answer."

Haurchefant

Has thought about putting a baby in you for quite some time

Was over the moon when he broached the topic and you said yes

Though he had considered it before but ultimately chosen not to, the idea of having children with you has made him reconsider giving up "Greystone" in favor of "Fortemps"

He took a great deal of pride in the life he has made for himself despite his family, but would like to share his own legacy along with House Fortemps' with his children

Cannot keep his hands off of you most of the time, but especially during pregnancy

Relishes looking at you knowing that he gets to be the person you do this with, absolutely loves that you trusted him with something so important to you both

Continues to feel this way as you let him care for you, feeling so much joy every time he can do something to make you more comfortable

Is sad that you're on bed rest for the end of it but is secretly pleased that he can be there to switch the orchestrion and bring you your books

Like his good friend Aymeric, absolutely cannot say "no" to his children

Unlike Aymeric, he does not try in the first place

Is biased, but believes that his children would make excellent knights and plays with them at Camp Dragonhead to prove this fact

Your children spend more time playing wooden swords with their father than they do at school, but he thinks school is a prison for small children anyways

When asked "Haurchefant, really. They can't read. Can't they just play after school?"

Haurchefant raises a finger to silence his interviewer.

"This time is precious. For all the times (y/n) and I were nearly lost to this world...I wouldn't sacrifice a moment I didn't have to. Besides, they can read thank you very much. It's not my fault that they prefer to read Crystalline Conflict statistics than dusty astrologian tomes. That reminds me, I must away. I am taking them to watch a competitive game shortly, they would never forgive me if we missed the beginning."