#going uneaten and taking up space

[egginfroggin]

Hey so I think I figured out what's behind my recent spike of anxiety and all the fun things that go with it

Chocolate covered coffee beans apparently have like. a lot of caffeine in them

And caffeine can linger a while

So yeah like. Caffeine isn't good for me apparently. I figured as such but you know it's nice to know for sure at least

[megumimania]

DIFFERENT THIS TIME — spencer reid

synopsis: things are different this time when you finally understand why spencer has been acting off these past few weeks.

warnings/tags: angst, angst with a implied happy ending, improper use of drugs, addiction, spencer reid x social worker!reader, they’re friends and also neighbours, this is s8 and s2 reid at the same time in my head, whatever works for you. fluff/angst

a/n: my first piece for criminal minds! it’s angsty as hell forgive me but yeah, the title was inspired by a song of the same title by cornelia murr!

spencer has changed.

you are no fbi profiler but you can see the signs. he’s more shifty, more sercretive, he talks less, he eats less. spencer is more irritable than usual and it worries you.

sure you just may be worrying too much, it’s in your nature as a social worker to do so, but when you open the door to his apartment it is a mess. clothes and books are strewn across the floor, dishes and boxes of takeout piled up in the kitchen.

however in true spencer reid fashion they still have a semblance of order to them. you don’t bother trying to establish your own order within his own, so instead you take a snoop around.

his plants still look healthy, so it does look like he has been tending to something and it's not himself. the thought of that makes your heart pang a little. spencer was always the one helping others but in the one instance he had every right to be selfish and prioritise himself over work he didn't.

you figure it probably says more about his spirit and all but you're not here to do some soul searching. the curtains drawn haphazardly allow for a little bit of light to peek through in the otherwise dark apartment.

“spencer?” you call his name out into the void of his apartment, the sound reverberating around the place, the charms of the high ceilings that came pre built in his apartment. no response.

soft whimpers can be heard from the bathroom and you edge closer, not wanting to startle him so suddenly. you turn the doorknob and the sight that confronts you breaks you the most than any other case you’ve worked on.

he’s slumped against the bathtub, his sleeves rolled up revealing the track marks that he’s managed to hide with his vast array of cardigans and long sleeved shirts. all you can make out in his babbles are two names. one male, one female. a reminder of his extensive past that he revealed to you in bits and pieces.

the names don’t linger in your mind for long, not when he lies there helpless and his amber eyes remain vacant. your hands frantically search for a pulse, shaking when you press two fingers against his wrist. one beat after another but it’s weak and thready.

your head spins with things you should do, like the more rational choice of calling his friends, his family—hell even the hospital but even in his state, this would unfortunately open pandora’s box and you knew that spencer loved his job more than anything.

so when spencer rasps out a quiet “no” when you reach for his phone, you acquiesced. you helped him sit up right, his cold and clammy hands that slightly trembled sending a wave of sadness over you. this wasn’t the spencer you knew.

after a quick google search and several minutes of going back and forth with spencer, who looked like he’d rather eat glass than visit the hospital, you help him into bed, bundling him up the blankets that were on hand. the soup you made for him earlier, sits there uneaten but at least he ate the crackers and cheese.

you’re thankful for the small victories.

even though you wanted to give him some space, it didn’t stop you from periodically checking his vitals just in case there was a sudden change. spencer was grateful for you checking in on him it made this part less harder than it needed to be.

“please stay,” he calls out his voice quiet, trying to hide the desperation and loneliness in his voice but it comes in the form of a broken plea, from a broken man.

you figured that you could get to your apartment and back in no less than 15 minutes to grab your laptop and other essentials in order for you to get settled here.

“yeah, just give me a sec.” you say whilst sniffling, the cold already creeping into the building. when spencer is more up to it, you have to tell him to complain to his landlord because another year with a busted heater is a nightmare for everyone—particularly him who was prone to cold hands and feet in the winter.

you quickly slip out, leaving him alone for a while before you return with the essentials at hand. your announcement of your arrival falls on deaf ears as you walk in to a sleeping spencer sprawled out on his bed. the pained and sorrowful expression that had been burned into your mind had is replaced by a more peaceful one.

the sight alone was enough to make you feel at ease, knowing that spencer is somewhat okay, you just hope that one day he’s able to feel it too.

[drpeppertummy]

🤎!!!

i will be so for real with u im not usually big on buffet scenarios but this one just felt right

[stuffing, minor tummyache]

"That is one brown-ass plate of food," laughed Luna, looking down at Teddy's plate as they moved through the buffet. Teddy looked down and chuckled in agreement. Right now, he had a nice big hunk of pot roast with gravy, a couple chicken wings, and a scoop of fried rice.

"Here, you need one of these to complete the look," said Bruce, adding a buttery golden-brown roll to Teddy's plate.

"Oh, and some of these," Luna grinned, pulling him closer to the counter for a piece of fried fish.

By the time the trio made it back to their table, Bruce and Luna had stacked Teddy's plate so high with every brown food they could find--crispy roasted potatoes, saucy grilled chicken, a variety of fried foods both battered and breaded, stuffed mushrooms, a couple of different breads, a scoop of baked beans--that he could barely balance it as he walked. It looked delicious, even though he knew some of it was stale and tepid, and he was so hungry that he didn't even wonder whether he'd be able to finish it all. Bruce and Luna hadn't wondered either; they'd been too caught up in being silly to consider the size of their friend's stomach. Right now, though, that didn't matter. Teddy was starving, and he happily dug in.

Most of the things on Teddy's plate had begun melding into each other by this point, but he didn't mind. The bean-drenched rolls and the gravy-soaked wings were welcome guests in his hungry tummy, hearty and satisfying and warm enough to be comforting. As a matter of fact, a plate full of savory, saucy meats and carbs was exactly what he'd been craving, and he let out a soft little sigh of contentment as he ate.

It was about halfway through Teddy's meal when he realized his friends might have gone overboard. He was enjoying his lunch immensely, but it was sitting heavy in his belly, the fried foods in particular creating a big greasy weight inside him, and he was already feeling a little more than full. He wondered whether it might be a bad decision to keep eating. He'd have hated to leave so much uneaten, though--not finishing a meal was one thing, taking too much and leaving it behind to go to waste was another--so he pushed on. Even if he wasn't hungry anymore, the food was still plenty enticing, and his mouth watered as he scooped up another forkful of rice and potato.

It was easy to keep going for a while, but space was sparse in Teddy's belly, and it wasn't long before eating began to feel like a chore. That familiar snug feeling was filling out his stomach now, a feeling as though he were pushing his belly out on purpose when he really wasn't. He tried to ignore the tautness stretching beneath his ribs as he ate. The food was gradually losing its appeal, the greasy boulder in his stomach beginning to make him feel a little queasy, and he had slowed down to a nibble as his appetite diminished.

"Y'know, you don't have to eat it all if you're full," said Luna, noticing her friend's growing listlessness. "I'm sure Bruce could help you out."

"Oh, please take some," groaned Teddy, nudging his plate toward his much larger friend. He leaned back in the booth with a sigh, resting his hands on his belly. It had been round to start with, having plumped up considerably in the past year or so, but right now it was almost comically puffed out, pushing tight against his shirt and straining the waist of his jeans.

"So I guess you're not gonna want dessert?" Bruce asked through a mouthful of pot roast, and Teddy let his head fall back against the seat with a groan.

"Oh, god, no!"

[no-see-um-incorrect]

How I think the Yuurivoice boys and their listeners would be grocery shopping 

A little backstory I grew up, broke as fuck (still am) and my mom taught me how to get the most groceries to feed the most people with what you have. So let’s see how the Yuurivoice boys are when it comes to grocery shopping 

Auron/Rook

Man is literally rich 

he doesn’t budget. He just goes to the grocery store (let’s face it it’s probably Whole Foods) gets what he wants and leaves. If Rook lives with him it’s not that different they just get more stuff.  but he’s very particular on things that he buys. 

Not the price on anything like that no  he will sit there, staring at two packages of essentially the same butter  for like 15 minutes. And when rook asks what he’s doing.  he gives the excuse of.

“well, if it’s going to take up room in my fridge need to make sure it’s worth the space” 

My man, it is the same butter in a different packaging. 2/10

Lucien/angel 

Lucien is like a child in the grocery store. He wants to touch everything he wants to look at everything he wants to get everything.

And unless it’s with like serious stuff Lucien doesn’t really know how to take no for an answer so somethings he actually succeeds in convincing Angel to get him when he wants.

angel has the problem of going to the grocery store when hungry. Causing them to buy a lot of extra snack things (that Lucien will just end up eating in one sitting anyway)

Lucien obviously gets a lot of looks when he goes grocery shopping by himself because 

I mean, he’s a big red demon with horns and a tail  it’s kind of hard not to stare. But the people at the local grocery store that they frequent kind of just accepted that that’s how he looks and he’s actually quite friendly with them. 5/10

Charlie/Casper 

(I am totally not biased because I kin Charlie  and because he’s my favorite I don’t know why you’d think that)

Charlie by himself is absolute Ass at shopping 

But when he goes with Casper, they’re the best duo for shopping. It’s like a game. One day out of the last week of the month when they both have the day off is when they go grocery shopping. 

Step one: wake up early in the morning, clear out all of the cabinets and the refrigerator of expired or uneaten food

Step two: use the rest of the afternoon to carve out a budget and a shopping list as well as a “reward budget”

(the reward budget is used to reward them if they go under budget and get all the groceries under the time limit that they set themselves)

Step three: night time.  one hour and 20 minutes before the store closes. Charlie sits in the cart with the grocery shopping list as well as a chart with the number of isles, and what is in each aisle. They have one hour to complete their grocery shopping.  if they complete it under the hour, they can use the rest of the remaining time and the reward fund.  check out the last 20 minutes. 

Absolute best at grocery shopping 10/10

Seth/scout 

These two both are a little dumb when it comes to grocery shopping. But they get the job done 

They eat a lot of the same things so they’ll get all of the ingredients they need or mixes they need in bulk  like

Bulk pancake mix, a pack of three jugs of milk(thank you Costco), a pack of salad mixes.

Unless Seth has a big meal planned or they’re going camping or they’re having guests over they mostly just get prepackaged things that are easy to whip up. overall pretty good at staying on budget and sticking to the list  7/10

Alphonse/boo 

Alphonse usually does the grocery shopping but when they go together  they do OK  decent is the word I would use to describe it. You see alphonse also has the problem of going to the grocery store hungry and boo Has to be the voice of reason. 

Sometimes Alphonse likes to forget that he has a candy shop so boo will look away for one minute and then he’s just gone. Boo will eventually find him in the candy aisle, comparing prices of taffy only to be reminded that he owns a candy shop.

Boo is not that much better…… they go in the baking aisle, and they will marvel over the new sprinkles or new piping tips  until Alphonse inevitably makes a dirty baking joke, and then they get their minds back on track.

Not the best for time, but not the worst when it comes to staying on budget and getting what they need 8/10

Faust/star 

I am convinced these two don’t know what a grocery store is. Once again, he’s rich. he just orders food.  I don’t think he knows how to cook either.  so they just order food.  all the time. and it’s a very particular order to.  not to mention someone who looks like Faust is kind of hard to forget so most of the delivery drivers know him by name. 

One time they wanted pizza and Faust remembered seeing a guy talking to Auron in a Sweet Pete’s Pizza shirt,  so he ordered from there and he gets Charlie as a delivery boy 

Charlie: delivery from Sweet Pete’s pizzeria! I got a large cheese, and a-…….. oh my God…

Faust: well, if it isn’t my brothers little bitch boy

Charlie remembers this interaction very vividly and tends to avoid this address at all costs  

Overall 0/10 I think this man would vomit upon seeing a Walmart 

Finn /sunflower 

The only time that he really goes to the grocery store for big trips is during the winter and fall 

(he gets very overstimulated and anxious in grocery stores)

He grows a lot of the vegetables that he uses in his every day cooking  and buys a lot of other things like for baking or specific recipes in bulk specifically so he doesn’t have to go to the grocery store too often but when he does, it’s usually either in the winter time or an ingredients run/stock up 

 Him and sunflower will get ingredients to make certain baked goods and different tea blends  but he always seems to get distracted in the garden section. Sunflower hast to forcibly drag him out of the garden section…..it’s becoming a problem 

Sunflowers usually very productive with their shopping  but they often times get lost in the clothes section looking at stuff that Finn would look good in (provided that he doesn’t get it covered in dirt)

Overall, they’re pretty good at sticking to budget pretty good at sticking to their list  not that great on time (i’m not gonna hold it against them) 8/10

Hope you enjoyed  it’s really late when I’m posting this, but I wanted to give y’all a little something that wasn’t a shitpost. Have a good night stay hydrated eat a snack bye. 





[poopersdoopers]

Thinking about a hurt & comfort fic with Shanks & Mihawk x reader. fem pronouns and fem presenting. Black reader in mind.

Synopsis:

Reader comes home from work more tired and upset than usual. Her partners want her to open up but she lashes out and goes a little too far.

To her surprise they are understanding and it breaks the damn. They comfort her and talk it out.

Angst, sfw, fluff.

It was another hard day of work. You were pissed and overwhelmed to say the least. 12 hours of emails, meetings, reviewing notes and for what…for it to start all over again.

The door to the train opened with a familiar ding and in no time you were walking home angry.

As soon as you opened the door, your red headed lover glanced over at you, eyes shining with admiration and excitement.

He practically fell over on his feet to great you. Sometimes Shanks’ feet too big for his lengthly body.

And as soon as you could begin to say the word, “Hi”, his arms were around you. His red head tucked between your shoulder and neck. You could smell tonights dinner, nicotine, wine — curiosity of your other lover— and sandlewood.

You would hug back but your arms were occupied by your workbag and take out.

“Hi love”, he squeezed your body closer to him, as if sensing something was off. He kissed the side of your mouth.

“Hey”, you answered back absentmindedly. You shook outta his arms and put your stuff down oh the couch.

Shanks was taken aback a bit but familiarized with your cold, repressed anger. He stood with his hands in his pockets, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sure, don’t worry”, the words came out too gruff—to rushed to be believed. You hoped he wouldn’t press you. So you changed the subject.

“Where’s Mihawk?”

“In his study, he’s still working and asked me explicitly to not pester”, he said smiling the whole time.

You raised an eyebrow. The redhead’s eyes looked wicked.

“I’m shocked you’re not pouting.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but feel a smile crack across your face.

“Hey why haven’t you kissed me hello yet.”

You sighed. “I’m really not in the mood, for this Shanks. I just need to decompress for a second.”

You began to take documents, your uneaten lunch, and thermos out of your purse.

“You didn’t eat again today, babe? That’s the third time this week.”

You groaned aloud this time. Angry.

“I didn’t have the time to again. I’m sorry, okay? Is that sufficient enough of an explanation for you?”

You crossed over to the kitchen, Shanks didn’t follow. Staring into the hum of the refrigerator you gave yourself a pause.

“Look I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to lash out at you like that”.

He didn’t answer.

“Shanks?”, you cocked a head from the kitchen.

He stood there absentmindedly texting, his hand in his grey sweat-pant pocket. You took him in: standing barefoot in your warm home dazzling in light. His soft pink t-shirt doing little to hide his muscles.

“I said I’m sorry”.

“I know sweetheart, but we need to talk. And I mean we, not just you and I.”

You groaned again.

“About. What!?” Your own voice shocked yourself.

Shanks frowned, “Calm down”, he instantly regretted his remark.

You could feel your blood pressure boiling up, “Calm down?! Calm down?! If you even KNEW what kinda shit I wad going through you would not be telling me to calm down. I-“

You stopped at an instant, “please I just need my space and I promise I’ll be good”, your rubbed your fingers to your temples trying to stop tears from falling. You covered your face.

You were embarrassed. You felt like a failure for crying.

“What’s all this shouting for? I’m supposed to be in a meeting.”

Mihawk stared at you, frowning deeply. Your stomach twisted.

You remember the first time something like this happened. The disappointment in both of their faces. You attacked first, “Of course you’re in a meeting. You’re always working late and then getting on my case for working late.”

“People in healthy relationships are supposed to be able to talk freely. However if you need space we’ll accommodate, freely.”

“Fuck you.” You didn’t even know why you were mad anymore but this conversation tired you immediately. Spinning around, crossed over from the kitchen, to grab the screen door walk back outside. It was nearly 10 pm, the fall air crisper than usual. You lamented not bringing a blanket out to escape.

Sitting down on a lawn chair you stared at the sky and tried to calm down.

All you needed was the perfect song to escape to. Scooping out your phone and headphones from your tan jacket, you searched for Spotify.

You heard a ping and immediately tensed. You felt sick.

It was not a “ we need to talk” or “I’m breaking up with you”. No.

I love you. I love you.

Two separate texts from the most wonderful, supportive, and understanding lovers of all time.

You wanted to throw up, cry, scream, but instead you did what you always do: shut down.

Minutes pass you remain panicked.

“Darling I think it’s time you come inside. It’s nearly midnight.”

You glance over your shoulder and stare brown eyes into golden eyes. The raven haired man looked sad — a rare occurrence in your relationship. Had you done that?

Had you caused them to worry? You felt sicker.

“I’m sorry.”

He held a hand out. You couldn’t accept it.

“Love please. We don’t have to talk about it at all, but don’t shut us out like this. Come.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from flowing freely. You had been distant, distracted, and lashed out at your two lovers simply for just caring. Even turning away back rubs from them. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d ask them how their day was or just sat in a comfortable silence with them. Your squeezed your eyes tighter. Hands pulling at your hair.

Not only were you a failure of a worker, you were a failure at love.

“Hey stop that now”, it was barely a whisper.

When you opened your eyes, you saw your tears falling. Your shame. But you could feel Mihawk’s thumb wiping those pesky tears of shame slowly.

He whisks you into his arms. Suddenly you were back in the living room, lying atop him on your plush couch. You didn’t notice it at first but you were earnestly shaking. You feel a hand at your back —Shanks— rubbing smooth circles. The dam broke loose:

“I’m sorry. I ruined everything. I ruined dinner. I ruined work. I ruined our relationship. I’m not good at anything but getting frustrated and giving up. I’m running the only thing I love every night and I can’t fix it. My whole life, I’ve been waiting to be loved to matter to feel important and I can’t stop fucking myself over.”

Mihawk looked down at his young lover before glancing over at Shanks.

“You don’t to have it all figured out already. Please give yourself more credit than that.”

You started crying again but this time into Mihawk’s silken clad chest.

“Let’s get you into the bath. Hmm?”

He carried you the whole way there. Only setting you down to strip himself, before plunging in the water.

Shanks stripped you of your clothes. Starring reverently at your body and then at your exhausted face.

Before placing you gently in the bathtub between Mihawk’s waiting legs. The deep color of your skin contrasting beautifully against the raven haired man’s pale skin.

He couldn’t help it. He had to kiss you both.

“Don’t get any ideas now, darling”.

Shanks winked, before stripping down quickly and joining the bath beside you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my dear”. You normally would laugh at such an outrageous lie, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile.

“This is the longest I’ve ever seen you cry and I know you don’t feel like talking, but at you okay?”

“Mmm..”

“That’s fair perfect answer, princess. Im gonna start with washing your front now?”

You felt Mihawk kiss the shell of your ear, as Shanks washed you gently all over.

A fresh wave of tears spilled. “Turn over”.

Mihawk could get a clearer view of your face now. Usually he would feel annoyed at someone this emotional and irrational but with you he immediately felt the need to protect and sooth.

He kissed underneath your eyes, then your nose, then your mouth before deepening the kiss. You completely stilled lost in the sensation and hand leaning against the raven haired man’s smooth chest.

“What happened to not getting any ideas?”, Shanks grinned. You broke apart from the kiss.

Mihawk rolled his eyes, “Unlike you, I can control myself.”

Shanks over-exaggerated a gasp, “You wounded me”.

You smiled at your silly lovers’ antics. Finally coming back to yourself a bit but too tired to keep up.

“I’m willing to talk a bit”, you yawned. Maybe having a fried brain was the key to opening up.

“Tomorrow my love. Lets stay in and catch up. You deserve that much.”

“Now it’s off to bed for you.”

Mihawk lathered each of his lovers’ skin in rich oils and body butters. Shanks wrapped you delicately in a fluffy robe. The raven haired man, held his hands out to guide you both to the master bedroom.

“Sleep”, he commanded.

And so you did, snuggled in the warmth of the two men.

Beloved.

[multiverse-imagines]

A/N: y'all, let me tell you that when they revealed Tristamp Vash had eating issues, I bawled. Like, baby no! please eat food! You deserve so much better!! So enjoy!

Eat, Dearest

The team sat around the campfire. Roberto, Wolfwood and Meryl were chatting as they ate their food. The night sky above them set the atmosphere, adorned with a billion stars. You on the other hand, couldn't take your eyes off of the Sad sap stampede sitting next to you.

To be fair, an entire town got demolished, and a lot of people died today. Knives ran off with another plant. Today was a major loss in this quiet war between the two Plant brothers.

Vash's food sat uneaten before him, he followed along with the conversation the other three were having. He was merely an observer at this time, though. His mind was obviously elsewhere.

You knew about Vash's self punishment when it came to food. Although you hadn't seen it in person, but you'd heard from Meryl about Juneora Rock, and Vash not eating for three days afterward.

Finished with your own food, you gently brushed your fingers against his, gaining his attention. He flinched as he was brought back into his body, giving you a loving look.

The two of you had been partners for a few weeks now. You had to reassure him constantly that the two of you would be okay, that you would always be by his side, and if he said run, you were faster than lightning. You trusted Vash, and you wanted him to believe it. You weren't going to treat him like all of the other people who had betrayed him in the past.

"Hey," you returned his loving look, "you better eat. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow."

"I'm… not really hungry…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, a liar's chuckle coming from him.

"Vash… you need to eat." You chastised, but your voice gently said, "Please?"

"I'm fine, Mayfly. I don't need anything to eat." He leaned in for a kiss, and you grabbed the sandwich on his plate, and held one end in your mouth.

"No kisses until you eat." Your voice came muffled behind the bread. Vash pouted. You had the attention of the rest of the group now, but you and Vash ignored them. Vash's eyes were locked with yours, showing how serious you were about this. He sighed, and took a bite of the opposite end of the sandwich. Chewing, swallowing. Another bite, repeat. Soon, the only part left was the part you held in your teeth, which you ate. You smiled, caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, Dearest. You did such a good job." You leaned in, giving him a kiss. He gave a shy smile and blushed at the praise.

"Th-Thanks, Mayfly… I guess I was hungry after all."

"Your stomach was the one ratting you out. They could probably hear it in space." You smiled, cuddling up to him.

--

Later that night, the two of you lie cuddled up in your sleeping bag.

"Hey, Mayfly?" Vash whispered, "Thanks again for earlier."

"Anytime, Dearest. You need to eat just like the rest of us. There's nothing wrong with that. You deserve to eat."

"I-I know, it's just, I don't have to-"

"I don't care if you technically don't have to. Plant genetics be damned, you will eat, Vash Saverem. You will keep your stomach content at minimum with food as often as possible. You have to listen to your body." She chastised.

"Oh, shit, using my last name? I'm really in trouble now." Vash giggled quietly. He loved hearing his last name, honestly, even if you didn't use it often.

"Damn right, Dearest. I mean business." You nodded with determination, your face softening and giving him a gentle kiss, "and now it's time to rest. I'll be right here to chase those icky nightmares away, okay?" You pet his hair, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, Mayfly… I'm counting on you…" he snuggled into your chest, and you gently pet his hair until you could tell he was asleep. You soon fell asleep as well, knowing Vash would sleep soundly despite today's events.

[hey-august]

I'm comin' apart at the seams | (Buggy x OC)

Ahhhhh, this is a birthday gift for @rorywritesjunk 🎁 I hope you like it even though it's not birthday-themed.

I chose Sunny because she's just the sweetest and I thought she'd fit this story well. I'm sure she's ooc, but I hope I captured her spirit. 🩷

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x OC, buggy x sunny!!, fem OC, mentions of PIV sex, dadbod buggy

(Presumptive tag for @paperclippedmime since you were curious about the apples 👀)

Title from "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes" by Fall Out Boy

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Something was wrong. Something has been wrong. And Buggy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it from Sunny. It started small. An extra shimmy to pull on his pants. A deep exhale to reach the usual notch on his belt. Unbuttoning his pants after a big meal. Then his shirts felt a little snug. Pulling on the sleeves and the bottom hem would help, but only for so long. Soon, he couldn’t tighten his belt to the same spot. The problem was growing.

Sunny made such tasty food, it was hard for Buggy to decline. Not only was the pirate addicted to his wife’s cooking, but to the smile she’d bestow when he complimented her skills. Treats came with a kiss on the cheek. Snacks were ready when his stomach grumbled. She’d set out a pastry with his morning coffee. Sunny always knew what Buggy was in the mood for before he knew. And it was always delicious.

Buggy stared at himself in the full length mirror, twisting and turning to assess the full extent of his indulgences. Was his rear always that round? Was the belly pooch new? He poked his stomach, wondering what was from years of yeasty beer and rum and what was from married life. Regardless of where the excess came from, Buggy was resolved to get rid of it before Sunny noticed.

He started by waking up before her. As the sun started to crest the horizon, Buggy would slip out of bed bit by bit and limb by limb. It was tedious, but the slow retreat kept the bed from shifting too much and allowed Sunny to stay wrapped in sleep. Once out of bed, Buggy would jog around the deck with a deep scowl on his face - a warning that anyone else awake at this hour should keep their mouth shut. He’d keep an eye on the sun’s journey and sneak back into the room just in time for Sunny to roll over and assume her husband had also just woken up and gotten out of bed.

The morning excursions weren’t enough, though, and Buggy was worried that Sunny would notice. That she would think Buggy is letting himself go. That she could do better than some chubby clown. The ache from that possible future pushed the pirate to do something he never dreamed of doing - turning down some of Sunny’s treats. The morning pastry would be ripped half to share with Sunny, even when it was his favorite one dusted in powdered sugar. (He’d still lick the sugar off his fingers, though.) Buggy would only take a bite of what Sunny would offer him and go on a tangent about how it was too good and he wanted to save space to eat it later.

Buggy might have gotten away with it all if it wasn’t for the apples. The goddamn apples.

Sunny stared at the uneaten food left on Buggy’s desk. It was a small plate with one of his favorite snacks - apple slices and peanut butter. And he didn’t take a single bite. Sunny knew her husband usually got hungry around this time of day. He hadn’t been eating well recently, so she made it look extra enticing. She peeled some of the bright red skin, leaving behind little shapes that made the slices look like bunnies. They were placed in a circle, facing the spoonful of peanut butter smeared on the center of the plate. What were once happy grazing bunnies were now oxidized bits of fruit surrounding an oily lump of ground nuts.

Footsteps entered the room behind her and Sunny turned to see Buggy. All the emotions and thoughts swirling through her burst out in one confused and upset question.

“Do you not like me anymore?”

Sunny usually wasn’t the one to carry the self-doubt in this relationship. She held the other end of that rope, doting on Buggy and reminding him of her love. But weeks of her husband sneaking away every morning, turning down the food she made him, not wanting to bathe with her, and pulling away when all she wanted was a hug had worn her down. Sunny felt raw and exposed. She felt like a forgotten apple slice.

The question wasn’t answered with words, but an embrace. Buggy wrapped his arms around her, placed a hand on the back of her head, and held her close. This was what Sunny would do whenever Buggy spouted similar fears.

“Why would you ever think that?” He asked her the same question she asked him.

“You didn’t eat your snack, Buggy.” 

“I just forgot about it.” Buggy followed the fib by popping a soggy apple bunny in his mouth. “That can’t be the only reason, is it?”

Sunny shook her head against his chest, listening to the conflicted voices in her head. One told her to stop now and just enjoy the moment and enjoy the hug. The other told her that this wasn’t enough. Deciding both were right, Sunny wrapped her arms around Buggy’s waist and squeezed. She felt Buggy stiffen and try to pull away, but she held him tighter until her arms began to burn with the effort.

“No, not yet. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me,” Sunny finally confessed against his chest.

Buggy pried himself from Sunny’s hold before responding. “Never! I always want to be near you. In fact, you’re the one that banned me from the kitchen that one time.”

“You sneak out of bed early every morning.” Sunny felt a little bit of satisfaction watching the color drain from the unpainted parts of his face. “Babe, you're everywhere when you sleep. We're always touching, of course I’m going to notice when you leave, no matter how clever you think you’re being.”

Buggy opened his mouth to respond, but Sunny grabbed his hands and kept going. “Honestly, I don’t mind if you have secrets. You should have your own things, Buggy, but this feels like it involves me. Is there anything that I should know?”

“I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want you to realize that I’m not good enough for you and then you go and find a better, more sexy pirate husband, who dresses well and wears glasses and his clothes fit…” The words exploded out of Buggy’s mouth, squeezed by the anxiety wrapped around him. He tugged at the stomach of his shirt, trying to alleviate some of the constricting feeling.

The words continued even when Sunny tried to stop them with her lips. The flow only ceased when Sunny held his face in her hands, pulling his gaze to her own.

“Buggy, I already have a sexy pirate husband. I don’t want a different one.”

“R-really? Even if…?”

“Even if what? I love you as you are.” Sunny’s words were just like her. Warm, comforting, and honest. Lingering doubts that couldn’t be eased away with words, were soothed with actions later that evening. 

Buggy sat on the edge of his desk with Sunny’s fingers tangled in his hair. Tugging his head back, she trailed kisses down his neck. Airy groans buzzed under her lips until she reached the collar of his shirt. Rather than waiting for him to disrobe, Sunny kept going. Running her hands along his soft stomach, through the hair on his chest, and back down to the hem of the shirt so she could pull it off. 

Any protests from Buggy were kept at bay with more kisses and nips, anything to keep his mouth occupied with something other than words. Once the shirt was off, the kisses traveled down to adorn his chest and decorate the stomach he still felt sensitive about. Sunny could feel the tension in his body, the conflict of whether or not he should suck in his gut, and the desire to enjoy the moment. 

Sweet words and descriptions of what lay in store for the evening were mumbled against Buggy’s body. How she likes holding his hips while sucking him off, that she loves to watch how his body moves when she’s bouncing on top of him, the way she feels so deliciously overpowered when he’s thrusting into her from behind and his heaviness presses her into the mattress. Again, words turned into actions, ones that had Buggy’s eyes rolling into the back of his head and Sunny crying his name throughout the night.

Buggy slept in the next morning. It was the first time in a long while and it felt good. Rolling over in bed, the pirate was surprised to see Sunny already awake and busy with a project. She was sewing something. Her skilled movements brought a lazy smile to Buggy’s face as he watched his wife.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“I think you mean sexy, pirate husband,” Buggy said in a low morning voice, earning a chuckle in response. “Whatcha doing?”

“I put a bit of elastic in your pants so they’re more comfortable. They’ll fit the same, just with a bit more stretch, see?” She held them up and demonstrated.

Feeling a quiver in his lip, Buggy wiggled closer to Sunny so he could wrap her in his arms and press his face into her abdomen. She placed a hand on his head and listened to the words he spoke against her body. They were muffled, but Sunny knew what he was saying.

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Sunny joined Buggy on his morning jog exactly one time. Not because she didn’t enjoy it - quite the opposite, actually - but because she was unprepared. She wasn’t ready for what the pirate captain’s workout entailed.

His outfit was the first surprise. Tube socks, shorts that showed a teasing amount of thigh, a sleeveless shirt, a high ponytail, and a sweatband. Sunny didn’t even know he had some of these articles of clothing, let alone that he'd be so comfortable in them. The outfit was a gift that kept giving. The shorts crept up his legs as he moved. The top kept his shoulders and arms on display. Even though the sweatband was doing its job, sometimes Buggy would pull his shirt up and wipe the moisture from his face, giving Sunny a full view of his glistening body.

And then there were the exercises Buggy did. In addition to the jogging, he added in a few other sets. Lunges up the stairs that worked his glutes. Push-ups that flexed his arms and came with tantalizing grunts. And the worst (or was it the best) was climbing the ship’s rigging. He moved with the skill and instinct that comes from a life at sea. And it was a turn on. When Buggy got back on the deck, he pulled up his shirt to wipe his face, yet again, and Sunny had to pull him below deck for a different kind of workout.

🎂🎁🤡

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Eight] The Calm Before the Storm [Buddha]

A/n: I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter out. The next one is going to start the beginning of Ragnarok. So please enjoy.

Also, the art above was drawn by the talented @rain-in-the-clouds. Thank you, hun. Stay tuned for this scene later.

Warning(s): anxiety, female reader (can be read as GN), teasing, realization.

Taglist:

@useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69

The time is nigh. 

Ragnarok draws near and you are not hardly ready to witness the bloodshed that will come with it. How is a human meant to take on a God? The thought plagues you well into the evening, so much so that you chose to remain in your room.

This marks the final day of your residence in Saṃsāra, the Realm of the Gods, and the gospel truth is you do not want to leave. It isn't fair. How can Yue-Lao tether you to a God and then take him away from you, as if he means nothing? He does and you–

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face as you realize just how much Buddha means to you.

"You have every right to be mad…but you aren't the only one. I'm sure Bu-chan was just as upset as you and she isn't even a human. Leave this to her and focus on us," he had told you.

It must have been then, through the irritation and the bafflement, in his arms, when you knew. Perhaps it had been sooner, but you were too fixated on the effects of the tether to notice. Or too oblivious.

But what did he mean? Why did Buddha tell you to focus on the two of you?  

You honestly don't know but with Ragnarok coming, the feelings are there, albeit too late you fear. Why does this happen? Why do humans realize too late how they feel about someone who has been nothing but kind to them? 

With a deep sigh, you set out an outfit on your coffee table. It will be the one you wear tomorrow to the arena. You consider wearing your human clothes, the ones you died in, but opt not to. It's silly, but you don't want to draw more attention to the fact you are a human tethered to Buddha.

But perhaps that's what I want the Gods to see. 

Your head is a labyrinth. Needing a moment to breathe, you leave the room and head outside. The sky is so clear today. It's ironic considering how bleak you feel. 

For the next hour, you wander around the abandoned village, doing the best you can to entertain your thoughts and relax. It seems to work, however, anxiety clings to you like a monster, whispering in your ear and reminding you that tomorrow is the tournament. 

You head toward the river in hopes to rest your legs but as you approach, you see Buddha sitting near the bank. An air of calmness washes over you as you stare at him, putting to rest your thoughts. Had you looked at the red cords around your ankles, you would have seen that he was nearby. Your face heats up and though you consider turning around, you opt not to.

"May I join you?"

Buddha peeks over his shoulder and grins; a lollipop rests in the space between his cheek and teeth. 

"If you want." 

You do. Sitting by his side, you notice a package on his lap, but you don't ask about it, turning your eyes to the river. Sadness washes over you as you stare at the clear water. This will be the last time you see it, you are sure. 

"There is a lot on your mind," Buddha remarks. 

You hum in agreement knowing that he can feel your emotions via the tether, both good and bad. That means he probably already knows what you mean to him.

"I'm not ready for tomorrow, but I know that it can't be prevented. And then I–"

Pausing a moment, you take an uneasy breath.

"I don't want to leave this place. I want to stay with you."

Turning your eyes to him to gauge his expression, you jerk in fear as an uneaten lollipop appears in your line of sight. Your cheeks heat up as he laughs at your response.

He didn't have to scare me like that. 

You take the lollipop from him, spinning it between your fingers. 

"Then stay with me," Buddha states. "You can reach enlightenment with me if that's what you want."

It's not that easy. The humans would have to win for you to stay with him. Or else you will face extinction. Hesitantly linking your arm with his, you lean against his shoulder. Your body and mind feel so rested like this. If only it could last. 

"I'm not sure why, but I feel calm around you. Like my worries are gone."

"It isn't the tether making you feel that way, nor me," Buddha mentions with a smile. 

You raise a confused brow. If not influenced by him, then who. You've been a nervous wreck all morning and now there is nothing. 

"Who–"

"I'm not telling," Buddha teased, removing his lollipop to poke his tongue out. 

You huff in response. Sometimes he can be childish. Releasing his arm, you snag the candy from him.

"Then I'll just have to borrow this."

With a cheeky grin, you lift the candy to your mouth, giving it a lick. The wide-eyed expression on his face makes you laugh. 

"Greed is a root evil, you know," Buddha states. 

"I never said I wouldn't give it back," you retort, holding the candy out to him.

Instead of grabbing it with his hand, he leans forward and takes the candy into his mouth. Your face heats up. Somehow it feels like your attempt to tease him backfired. Buddha laughs in response and reaches into his lap for the package, offering it over. 

"This is for you. I was holding onto it."

For me?

You open it, stunned to see an outfit inside. It's modern, a bit like the one you died in, but on the upper left chest area is a stencil of Usa-chan, the rabbit with the eye patch that is on the front of Buddha's shirt.

"You had this made for me? When?" 

"Before we attended the council meeting," Buddha answers.

He's thoughtful. This, along with the other clothes, is more than you could have ever asked for.

This made up my mind. 

"I'll wear it tomorrow. Thank you, Shaka."

You want the Gods to see you dressed as a human. If you could do more, you would. Though, it does make you wonder if Buddha wants to see humans live too. He once was one, before he attained enlightenment.

Lifting on your knees, you lean forward and kiss his cheek. 

"Even though it has no purpose, as far as we know, I've rather enjoyed being tethered to you."

Buddha turns his eyes to you and grins. He doesn't comment, but you can sense that he feels the same. For the first time today, you are hopeful for the future, for your afterlife at your soulmate's side. 

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a deep and relaxed breath. A moment later, you feel Buddha's cheek rest against your head.

"I do too, you know, want you to stay here," he utters.

Your face heats up. It makes you happy to hear that you aren't the only one. 

I don't care if we ever find Yue-Lao. I want to stay here. I want to be with Shaka. The tether means nothing. 

Or so you think. 

Unbeknownst to you, however, the Chinese God of Marriage and Love was not one to play tricks. His set futures were never unplanned. However, as a favor to a certain someone, he made an exception. 

The tether between God and mortal was simply a tool in someone else's plan.   

[wolfgirlguts]

Got inspired and pounded this out really quick, hope it's coherent

Uhhh, willing fatal vore, multiple prey, sex, objectification, descriptions of graphic and painful digestion, have fun

Sure, maybe I should've spaced it out, made them last longer. It's so rare to find a group this big and appetizing so willing to throw their lives away on a night of fun with a stranger. But after the first two gals had settled in I couldn't just leave the chubbiest one of all out in the cold, feeling left out with her pleading eyes and stiff hen. Guess savoring will have to wait for another day.

Normally I would hold myself back with this much beef. Covet and caress every ample bovine curve as it strained its shape out of my abdomen, let my guts and the appreciative thrust of my hips mulch her most of the way to hamburger before I even thought about seconds. One cow girl is usually good to clear up the fog of hunger, at least enough to realize the kinds of uses a second can have. But the messy makeout session that ensued quickly turned into me grabbing her horns and cramming her face into my gullet. You'd think I would have the sense to halt it there at least. Bessie Number 3 has enough leather on her for the new boots I want and a jacket besides, but I guess I'm just too soft. She wants to go out by going in, and I can't bring myself to say no, even if it means burning up that beautiful hide. My drooling lips are just about level with her trembling rod, since I'm lying on the prone and twined shapes of her hornily-mooing herd, their jostling bulges turning my stomach into a sticky, sweaty slaughterhouse beneath me. I growl with feral satisfaction as one of their heads rubs between my thighs. Fuck, I can't wait to feel them break. . .

My hands sink lovingly into the uneaten gal's plush backside and I give her pretty gock a lick. In return she gives me a nod and a stammer, and I let her feel my throat. Dear gods she's cute. I want to take her to pieces slowly, but I'll have to settle for mashing her up sloppy with the others until my belly's a proper boneyard. It doesn't take her long to cum, giving me way more than a glass of milk to wash down the rest of the meat with. The thick heat of it fills me up while the girl in front of me fights to stay standing, a losing battle that ends with her quivering in a heap pressed up against my gut, deliriously rubbing it and whining as the lusty stampede happening inside picks up speed.

I pity her as she gives me a look so deep with longing. I don't blame her. I know she belongs inside me too. So as soon as she has some degree of mastery over her body back, I let her give me her legs, and I don't spend nearly the time exploring her hooves with my tongue that they deserve before I start to swallow. I can feel my guts growing more active, the bodies inside me sizzling like patties on a chemical grill. Right now the excitement is enough that they don't feel the pain, but soon the real agony will start and I don't want my third course to miss out on any of the fun.

I stretch my jaws up and around her thighs, salivating more than enough. Another minute of gulping has me straining over her gorgeous grass-fed belly. And by the time I'm wrestling her sensitive chest into my cheeks she's getting hard again in my throat, biting her lip as she gets a load of just how deep inside me she is, just how far past the point of no return.

It's easy after that. I'm half convinced the other two are pulling her down, but I honestly doubt they've got enough presence of mind to do it. And then she's inside, and I'm basically alone. The three girls fucking each other silly inside me as their bodies simmer and stew are a foregone conclusion, a trio of bloody-rare steaks that won't see the light of day again. It's a throbbing mass of meat inside me begging to be tenderized, and when it starts screaming three part harmony I add my howl to the chorus. My hips pound out a steady beat without any conscious input, up to and after my belly fur is slick and shiny with a fresh coat of wolfcum. I wish I could say I feel each one snuff out one by one, but it's all too blurry and euphoric to tell. I think I'm spent but then I belch so loud my ears ring and Number 1's collar flies out of my mouth so fast the cowbell on it gets a dent from the wall. The orgasm that follows gives me tunnel vision. For a second I think I'm going to pass out.

Churn. Slosh. I feel myself drop about a foot as something inside me crumbles under pressure.

When my head finally clears enough, I take out my phone. My hands shake a little but I manage an obligatory selfie that looks steady enough. Sending a text is easier. I find Aspen's name and attach the picture. I go back and forth on what to caption it, but finally settle on

Get your fluffy ass over here. I need dessert.

[dee-the-red-witch]

Would you do me the kindness of reading this thing I wrote?

I walk out to the edge of the lake and stare at the burning horizon, a perfect autumn evening. I watch the Canada geese cut a V across the sky. He walks up behind me, laces his fingers with mine. Today is the last day I will see him for a very long time. He is going to college in another state. I am going to apprentice as a welder. We hold each other closely and appreciate the feeling of one another's palms, the way the joints and lumps don't quite line up comfortably but fit all the better for it. It is three years later. I've got some time off, and I call ahead to tell him I am coming to visit. He has a little time, too; classes haven't gotten too busy, and he's in the planning stages with the group he intends to collaborate with for his senior research. He is always ahead of the curve, where as I always feel like I'm playing catch-up. But today, I have caught him, and we stand at the edge of the duck pond. His hands feel the same; mine have grown hard and calloused, but he doesn't mind. We embrace, and we feed little bits of corn and lettuce to the birds. He says they get too much bread, that they get fat and that the uneaten bits rot in the water. I'm happy to hear him speak. There is no place more comfortable that we could share than the crunchy brown leaves that cover the grass. Another three years have passed. We were supposed to reunite after he earned his Bachelor's, but he got a research offer out on the coast he couldn't pass up. I understand; I got a good job in Detroit, fixing all manner of things for cheap and commuting to help with sculptural projects at all manner of art school in the area. A welder's work is always needed. Today, he's very busy, but we've made time anyway; he's in his last year of his Master's program, we hope — the research is promising, and he doesn't mind teaching so much. I ask if the next college he studies at will have an arts program; maybe I can go to school there, too, and stay closer to him. He hopes so too. We are at a little bar in the gay district of the city he works and researches in; it's nice, and we're the only couple our age; everyone is fresh as morning dew or seasoned and glad for space to be. I have a ring in my pocket; I've been meaning to give it to him for too long. I made it myself, with help from a few art students, who I can't stop talking about him to. It's autumn again; we only seem to meet in autumn. He sips his hot drink. I get ready to go on one knee. But I do not. He has beaten me to it. He takes a knee next to the table and pulls out his own ring, and he asks me to put it on my finger. I say I will, and I do, and it's a little tight, but he says we'll get it fit. My hands are calloused from the work; he still remembers them as they were six years ago, soft and delicate, laced between his own as we watched the geese flying south and the sun set behind the trees at the far side of the lake on the most perfect of autumn evenings there ever was.

I have to admit, I nearly cried the first time I read over this one before recording it. Anyways, again, it's beautiful- thanks for letting me do it.

[amgurd]

what the FUCK is the garbage in the freezer????

I feel like I end up talking about this twice a year it truly haunts me.

My roommates wouldn't take out their garbage and wouldn't tell me when the can was full. It was a covered can and I had my own can in my room where I worked like a little gremlin boy.

Eventually, because the garbage can would get full, they would start to leave their mostly uneaten food out on the counters. Naturally, this attracted flies which became a problem. On top of that, we had two cats and a dog in the apartment with access to this old, uneaten food.

There are many solutions to this problem. Start taking out the garbage? That is one. Start telling me when it's full so I can run it down to the dumpster? That would work. Just eat the food you cook? Would help substantially.

No, the only solution to this problem was to put a smaller garbage can in the freezer that took up roughly 25% of the limited space. Old food would then be placed into this uncovered garbage can so it wouldn't go bad on the counter and attract more flies.

No, this did not actually get rid of the flies because there was still a full can of garbage in the room.

[lovehotelreservation]

Deeper Than the Ocean Is - Monday

Summary: Habit or fate–there was an aspect to your life that was nigh impossible to break away from.

And that was your devotion to the sons of Rosfield, and their devotion to you.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Joshua/F!Reader/Clive

[Next Chapter]

idk i was watching mr jungkook's seven video and i couldn't help but think his hair looked like joshua's elegant mullet 🧍

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It was a day like any other.

You, Joshua, and Clive–all seated at the large dining table of Byron’s grand estate. Rather than restoring Rosaria as a whole to become a desperate clutch at former glory, the effort to re-develop the duchy into the welcoming haven that Elwin always dreamed of required some needed attention from its two former royal inheritors. 

This was especially the case while Valisthea in its entirety slowly stepped forward into a future that was free from the demanding rule of magic.

Yet while citizens from each region steered themselves together with hopeful eyes towards the change that awaited for everyone in the days to come, some habits were still firmly and stubbornly rooted in the past.

Namely the poked, prodded yet uneaten scoop of glazed carrots on Joshua’s plate.

The lingering orange presence only deepened the pout on your lips and strengthened the grip of your fingers on your fork.

While Clive watched on with amusement from the side in-between bites of his steak, you had spent the past few minutes trying to get his brother to part his lips to eat the single piece of carrot that you skewered just for him.

“I don’t see why you still harbor such a grudge against carrots, Joshua. They’re good for you!”

While the look in his eyes twinkled with affection towards you, even he couldn’t hold back his exasperation as he dodged each offering of your fork. “While good and blessed in nutrients, there are simply better foods to savor.”

“And such is why you will always be my baby brother, Joshua.”

Both you and Joshua snapped your heads towards Clive, who only grinned teasingly as he proceeded to effortlessly cut himself another piece of steak with one stroke of his knife.

Needless to say, Joshua was aghast. 

“Clive! You would go so far to say tha–ack…!”

And prone to ambush.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you took his slackened jaw as the opportunity you needed to finally plunge your fork into his mouth.

His baby blue eyes widened, his tongue retracting in his mouth slightly to avoid having to savor the taste beyond the glazed sauce and right to the heart of the carrot, which in turn led him to cough in repulsion when his panic caused his worst fear to transpire.

You were pleased.

Clive was laughing.

Joshua was soon plotting.

His intentions made itself known in the form of his voice as he spoke, his tone dipping an octave down.

“If there is something that you must insist on having me taste, please indulge me with choice at least…”

Suddenly, it was your turn to seek avoidance of any contact.

Yet without another word and his lips curling into a grin, Joshua went on to slip down beneath the table, positioning himself over to right before where you sat. Feeling your hands grasp at your thighs, you only shuddered as they were parted, granting him more space for him to plant his lips against your inner thigh, his kisses quick and eager to settle right between your legs.

While you were caught up in the beginnings of what would be Joshua’s relentless retaliations, you gasped as you then took note of the presence that was now standing behind you instead. You soon felt large hands move down to rest upon your shoulders before giving them an affectionate squeeze, which contrasted with the pressure applied–an unspoken request for you to remain in place just before they moved to cup your breasts.

From even partnering up with you to now joining in on Joshua’s revenge.

You couldn’t hold back your whine.

“Clive, you too?”

He was all smiles in response, taking the moment to lean down and bring his lips along the side of your neck, dragging it up towards your cheek.

With this, his lips then fell by your ear, his voice in a low murmur as he declared,

“What can I say–if my younger brother is being antagonized, I simply must step in.”

With your panties pushed aside as Joshua’s mouth now happily planted upon right in-between your thighs and Clive’s big and heavy hands massaging and groping your breasts, you truly felt like you were in the heart of paradise.

After all, it was another day spent with these two.

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another day, another founding chapter for what could be a new fic collection owo ty for reading!!!

[i-didnt-do-1t]

cw death

oscar and morris <3

Ty nox, shall be sobbing for the next 4-5 business days <3

cw death

Just Oscar who hasn’t experienced loss in this way before, not with his ma or his pa (he’s not dead but he might as well be) and it’s hard to lose anything you never had in the first place but-

Morris is in a fight, a hit lands wrong or he falls and hits his head on the pavement too hard and it takes Oscar a second to realise that he’s not getting back up.

Morris always gets up

but Oscar is still mid fight and now it’s two to one and his brother is lying on the ground blood slowly pooling under his head and all Oscar can see is Morris at maybe seven years old when that scar above his eyebrow was a freshly opened cut.

Morris doesn’t make it out of that fight alive.

Oscar doesn’t believe it. He goes to bed that night rosary beads held in his fists and gripped so tight they indent his knuckles. He says the Hail Mary ten times over (struggling to keep count) like he rolled his eyes at Morris doing every night.

The next morning he gets up without Morris acting as his alarm clock. He feels like he’s walking in a dream, He’s not sure he’s slept at all (he’s not sure he didn’t die when Morris did) He goes to work.

He can feel the look Wiesel is giving him. He doesn’t say a word, just shoves past Kelly to the distribution desk.

And Jack, Jack who has known Oscar for almost as long as he’s known half of his boys in Manhattan, knows somethings wrong, in the set of his shoulders and the dark circles under his eyes and the empty space at his side where Morris usually stands, cigarette held loosely in his mouth, the occasional murmur they can never make out as he leans over to Oscar to say something which cuts Oscar’s mouth into a sharp smile.

One of the other boys, Finch or Albert only see the absence of a Delancey. Only see an event and an opportunity and all it takes is one comment for Oscar to launch himself around the desk-

He doesn’t stop hitting till he’s pulled away, face wet, knuckles busted open and bleeding, his blood or their’s he’s not sure, can’t even tell who it is anymore, their face an unrecognisable mess of reds and blacks swollen bruises.

Wiesel sends him home after that.

Instead he goes for a drink. Doesn’t think about. Can’t think about it. Tells himself that Morris is just at mass.

He goes home. He makes dinner because god knows Morris is a terrible cook even when it’s something simple like soup.

He puts out two bowls.

.

Hours later both of them go cold and uneaten.

(oscar is still waiting for morris is get back from mass)

(his hand, knuckles bloody and scabbed and swollen dark blue taps on the table, restless.

Morris ain’t here to tell him to clean them up)

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 31 - ...Trouble!

Length: 3100 words Vore type: F/M, unbirth Fandom: My Little Pony Other info: willing prey, griffon prey, pony pred, sex Summary: A followup to the previous one. Gallus and Smolder get caught for their prank, and the griffon gets a taste of his own medicine. The Student Six are all adults in this fic.

"Hey mister griffon, why's your belly like that?" asked a colt dressed as Spider-mare.

The little foal's mother, in a lab coat and Olive Octahoof goggles, tried to shush him, but Gallus leaned down to his height and said, with a smile, "y'see, I was out getting candy earlier, and I saw one of those "take only one" bowls… but there was no candy left in it!" He sat back on his haunches and shrugged, silently grateful that, for one reason or another, Trixie wasn't struggling at the moment. "So I took the bowl! Turns out it wasn't candy, but that didn't stop me."

The griffon grinned at Spider-colt's laughter and waved off the mare's apology, then closed the door. Starlight stood sat behind him, eyebrows raised. "You handled that well," she remarked.

"Lying to hatchlings is a handy skill in Griffonstone; guess it transfers." He dug his talons into the candy bowl and pulled out a chocolate.

"Those are for the younger students, y'know."

"I'm young at heart," Gallus replied, freeing it from the wrapper, "and besides, at least I'm in costume. I saw where three of those Mares Bars went."

"Yeah, well…" Starlight fumbled for a second. Right before the griffon could pop the snack in his beak, she pointed out, "I don't think Sandbar would much like getting melted chocolate all over him."

Gallus froze, then drew the uneaten candy back and held it out to her. "Fair enough." Starlight's magical aura wrapped around the treat and levitated it over to her, where she took a big bite.

Ocellus, still a blue griffon but now sporting a similar-sized bulge under the middle, stepped out from the adjoining room and walked over to them. "S-so," the fake Gallus said with a light blush, "now that we match, shall we head out?"

Gallus paused for a moment; he could've sworn his voice was higher than that. "Yeah, sure thing. Sorry for inviting ourselves in, headmare."

"No trouble at all! And it's better than you… eating Sandbar out where other creatures could've seen you." The griffon pair walked towards the door, and it swung open in Starlight's magic. "By the way, if you see Trixie, could you let her know she left her costume here? Unless she's going as herself… again."

A shiver ran up Gallus's spine, but he didn't even break his stride, simply promised to pass the message on and walked out with Ocellus. After they were far enough away he was sure not to be overheard, Gallus leaned over to his currently-feathered friend. "Hey, can we dip somewhere private? Trixie is quieter than I expected, and I wanna make sure she's okay… plus I think this enough of a prank."

Ocellus nodded, turning and leading Gallus to a darkened classroom. As Gallus followed, he flicked his gaze under the other "griffon"'s blue tail; as he had suspected, Ocellus lacked a pair of fuzzy balls to match his own, and instead sported a small cleft with a bit of pink visible if he looked close enough - which, with his sharp griffon eyes, he could. Ocellus pushed the door open, and Gallus was first inside, where he waited for the changeling to close the door before finding a big enough space away from desks to get the unicorn back out.

He focused, clenching his stomach muscles in just the right way, and steadily drove Trixie back up his throat. Inch by inch, her head poked out of his beak, followed by her shoulders. Trixie's cheek pressed against the tiled floor with a wet squish, but her eyes remained closed. A few more heaves, and a very soaked pony laid limply on the classroom floor. Gallus took a step back. "She's not… is she? I mean, Sandbar's been in there for entire nights without trouble, so-"

"Just asleep," came a higher-pitched version of his voice, "she's still putting out emotions."

"Y'know, 'cell, it's a little strange how normal your voice sounds after that," chipped in Smolder's scratchier voice, "but a cool strange, of course."

"Oh, good." He turned towards where Ocellus probably was - why was this darkness so hard to see in? "Uh, speaking of your voice… Ocellus, you know if you're not comfortable with my body, we can just find something else, right? Or just be two different devils?"

"I… know? Why are you- oh!" the griffoness's claws clacked against the floor a few times. "No, it's not that, it's just that Smolder didn't want to sit in my stomach, so… I didn't put her there."

Smolder walked over to him and put a soaked hand on his shoulder, dampening his feathers with liquid that definitely didn't smell like spit or stomach acid. "And her options were kinda limited if she kept your junk. So she didn't."

Gallus felt his feathers fluff up. "That's… a new one."

Ocellus giggled; they transformed and got their usual changeling voice back. "I'll be sure to remember that."

The griffon's cheeks burned, so he instead turned back to the dim outline of a sleeping unicorn. "So… do we wake her? Or let her think it's all a dream?"

"She's covered in griffon drool," Smolder pointed out, "I don't think "dream" is on the menu here."

"I think we should be honest to her about this whole thing," added Ocellus, "it's the right thing to do, and it'll probably go worse if she finds out on her own."

Suddenly, a quiet "eep" floated through the room, though Gallus only caught it from his catlike hearing. The voice, however, was unmistakable.

"Professor Fluttershy?" Gallus said, peering into the inky darkness.

What responded wasn't Fluttershy, but a much deeper, more gravelly voice. "Well, so much for that," grumbled Discord, "no, dear Fluttershy, that wasn't your fault. I simply couldn't sit still long enough. Oh, well. Lights!"

There was a snap, and the three students cried out in pain as overhead lights replaced the apparently magical darkness. Once the spots had mostly cleared from his eyes, Gallus looked up to see the spirit of chaos sitting behind an overturned desk, holding Fluttershy vertical by her barrel. The pegasus mare was blushing hard enough for her yellow coat to skip past orange and go straight to red. It took very little imagination to guess what, generally, was hidden behind that desk. Gallus suspected it took an awful lot of imagination to guess what, SPECIFICALLY, was hidden, nor was he particularly interested in finding out what Discord had between his legs at that moment. Trixie grumbled in her sleep, but somehow failed to wake up.

"Well, here I was willing to let bygones be bygones, but that was before you realized we were here." Discord sighed and rested his head on a paw; Gallus tried not to think about how he did so while still holding Fluttershy with both his eagle and lion paw. "So I guess, if I must, I'll have to punish you for…"

His red-and-yellow eyes flicked back and forth across the griffon, pony, changeling, and dragon several times. Strange mathematical symbols and letters appeared and vanished around his head before the draconequus shook them away. "Okay, I'm stumped. You two," he said, pointing at Ocellus and Smolder, "were clearly doing some weird sex thing, and… well, I must say I'm all for it, whatever it was. But�� Gible, was it?"

"Gallus."

"Right, Gallade. What was it you were doing with my dear friend Trixie? We saved the world together once, you know."

Gallus scratched the back of his neck. "I… don't suppose you'd believe it was also some weird sex thing?"

Discord raised an eyebrow high enough that it flew off and stuck to the ceiling. "I should hope not. She is very clearly unconscious." Gallus felt that last word hit him hard enough that he had to check to make sure nothing had actually, physically hit him.

"Excellent point!" Gallus chirped, his voice cracking a bit. "So, no. I was just going to eat her for a moment and spit her out, but then Starlight showed up, and, uh, half an hour later, here we are."

Discord nodded. "Well, it is Nightmare Night. A good night for pranks."

Gallus smiled. "Yeah! Great! So, then, we'll just wake up Trixie and be on our wa-"

"But! As I always say, one bad prank deserves a good one!" He cracked his tail like a whip, and a bouncy ball rolled down his snout. It bounced once off the floor, then off of Gallus. "Boink!" Discord helpfully added, along with "bonk!" when it smacked Smolder and vanished.

Gallus looked down at himself, and saw that his scales, feathers, and fur had been replaced by smooth, shiny facets, like a griffon-shaped crystal pony. He was about to ask Discord what the big deal was, when he realized Smolder had not gotten the crystal treatment. Instead, she was staring directly at him.

And drooling.

With a squawk, Gallus leapt away from her first pounce. As he fled his hungry friend, he vaguely made out Discord asking Ocellus to return Trixie to the Lost And Found - or Starlight's room, whichever was faster. He made a lap around the room, diving and weaving away from the crazed dragoness with grace that surprised even himself. His ears picked up the sound of Fluttershy squeaking again, in time with Discord panting as the chase passed them, but he couldn't spend even a moment to worry about anything that wasn't his and Smolder's trajectories, and how to make them not line up.

A stroke of misfortune hit, then, when on one pass near the mismatched pair, he heard a snippet of conversation:

"Ah… can you do two different ones? Like, ah, dolphin and dragon?"

"Oh, Fluttershy, for you? I can do anything."

Gallus's brain made the mistake of trying to picture that, and his claw clipped a chair. He only stumbled - not falling - but it was enough for a very solid mass of scales, muscles, and hunger to slam into him. The pair skidded along the floor to a stop next to the wall. For a brief second, the only sounds in the room were the steady thwap of Discord against Fluttershy, the pegasus's moans, and his and Smolder's heavy panting. The dragon had him pinned on his back, straddling him, and there was a wild look in her eyes that Gallus was certain he wasn't fond of.

Smolder leaned over him, drooling over his face, and said, breathily, "I need you in me."

"…please tell me you just mean sex," Gallus guessed. And really, between the sheer terror that was Smolder chasing him, and the exhiliration of being pinned down by a hot girl, he - and the shaft exposed between his legs - kinda hoped she said it was.

"ALL of you," Smolder amended a wide, sharp-fanged grin. Gallus's hopes dropped like a stone.

So, in the face of chaos-fueled oblivion, Gallus shut his eyes, and… remembered that he was still bigger than Smolder. Not as much as when they had met, to be sure, but she was barely taller on two legs than he was on four. So with newfound resolve to live, Gallus opened his eyes again.

Above him, rather than a drooling maw, framed by hard and sharp fangs meant to crack open rocks and possibly bones, was instead a drooling slit, framed by tough yet oddly supple scales. Before he could utter his confusion, Smolder dropped her hips down on him, impaling herself on his beak. And then lifted and slammed them down again. Gallus's mouth was soon covered inside and out with Smolder's juices, but if there was any affection to her actual movements, they must be intended for something as tough as dragons. Still, if she was going to ride his face, he might as well enjoy it. So, he opened his beak as best he could against her inner walls and lapped at her sex. Sweet and spicy, a taste he hoped not to forget.

From above him, he heard her growl, and her scaly tail snaked under his head. "Grr, why won't you get IN?!" she shouted, trying to push his head deeper… without much luck because, as Gallus had reminded himself, she was still kinda small.

"Oh, I just KNEW I forgot something!" Discord sang out. He snapped his claws, and a small, observant part of Gallus's brain told him that meant he and Fluttershy had stopped or at least changed positions. A much bigger part of Gallus's brain told him to pay attention as, with a dominant grunt tinged with a moan, Smolder slipped the griffon's entire head between her legs.

Confused in the new, wet, and oppressively hot space, Gallus groped around with his forelegs until he found her legs. Still kinda small, so Discord hadn't shrunk him or grown her. Around him, he heard the dragoness purr, "ooh, good idea. Be a bro and pull down, wouldja?"

Curiosity won against his better instincts (many of them screaming about curiosity's effect on other felines), and Gallus tugged at her legs. The near-burning heat around his head crept down his neck and over his shoulders. The squishy walls surrounding his upper body squeezed in on him as Smolder's body shuddered. "Oh, scales, that feels nice. I was right, Gallus, I NEED this. I need MORE." Her voice came from all around him, followed by a grunt of effort. "Hey, sit up. It'll be so much faster, and fuller, and BETTER than just inching down…"

Once again, part of him said not to, but he thought of what he felt when he realized what Ocellus had done with the dragon, and, with some effort considering the entire dragoness sitting on - around - his head, managed to sit up. As soon as he did, he felt the muscles around him relax, and slick flesh slid past his head to slick down his feathers and fur all the way down to his hips. He didn't know how she was doing it, but he definitely didn't doubt that she could - and was going to - get all of him in.

Suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar set of claws wrap around his cock. Smolder fumbled with it, trying to brush down the spiky nubs, then tried to press it against Gallus's furry belly. Unfortunately, the griffon couldn't help but twitch at her touch, and it sprang free of her grip a few times… not that Gallus minded, since her handling his shaft more had nearly gotten him purring, as well. Eventually, however, she managed to line it up and slide it - and his hips and waist - inside. If Gallus had worried about getting back out before, the sensation of her pussy sliding against his shaft shut those thoughts out of his mind; after that accidental teasing, he was achingly close to bursting, and as Smolder rolled onto her back to stuff his legs and tail in, the griffon helped her out, kicking his legs as he passionately grinded his hips against her insides.

The heat of her insides crept over his paws, and with just a few inches of his tail left, Gallus came, shooting his sticky, white load all over himself and her inner walls. By the time he came down from his climax, she had completely tucked him away, with even his tail only brushing against more of the dragon's pussy.

-

Discord gently brushed Fluttershy's mane as he watched the griffon's blue tail-tuft slurp into his friend's scaly slit, leaving her looking only slightly gravid. He had intended for her to just swallow Gallus, but chaos magic was, even to Discord, unpredictable, and apparently she "wanted" him in a way more than hunger, even when he was crystal. He idly picked some hairs out from the brush as the haze cleared from Smolder's eyes, then went back to brushing as the dragoness stood up and faced him.

"So… what happens now?" she asked, poking at her belly with confusion all but written on her face (and Discord exercised extreme restraint by not making that literal).

Discord waved his paw. "Don't ask me, I'm terribly inexperienced with relationships. Maybe talk about feelings with him or something? That seems like a very pony thing to do, and this is Equestria, after all." Smolder glared at him, so he grinned and rolled his eyes. "Ah yes, the chaos magic part of things! Don't worry, it'll go away as soon as you let him out. Just push, or if that's hard, reach in and grab his tail or something."

Smolder folded her arms and muttered something Discord pretended not to hear. Then, louder, "so this doesn't end at midnight or something, bam, magic teleports him out and stuff?" Before the draconequus could respond, she added, "and wait, does this just affect him, or…?"

Discord smirked. Finally, somecreature other than Fluttershy who could appreciate the nuance to his tricks! "You're an adult dragon; you don't need easy ways out. And no, I just turned him crystal for a bit. The rest of that magic was on you!"

Smolder smirked back, and walked towards the door. "In that case, there's a certain bug I have plans for tonight." She stopped just before leaving to wave. "Happy Nightmare Night, Discord, Professor Fluttershy!" And then, it was just him and Fluttershy.

"…I'm a professor too, sometimes," he grumbled.

Fluttershy giggled and leaned into him. "And I'm sure you teach very well. Oh, but Discord?"

Discord's blood would have run cold if he had any at the time. He knew that tone. "Er, yes, my dear?"

"Once my, uh, post-climax bliss fades, we're having a nice talk about appropriate pranks on students."

"Um, all's well that ends well?"

"Discord…"

Discord gulped. Before the conversation could go any further, he reached off-screen and pulled the iris-out transition closed.

[shrooms-nd-lu]

I DID THE THING

THE FIRST PART OF IT ANYWAY

LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK

Should a nine year old, let alone a nine year old dragon prince, be sneaking out and running through the streets of castle town without supervision during the middle of festival season? Probably not, but Link didn’t really care. That was the point, actually. He’d been stuck in that tower for the last two years and he was sick of it. His parents worried for nothing. He’d be fine because Auntie Cia would never know he left. Nobody was going to recognize him: it has been two years since he was last seen by the public and he was growing rapidly. Besides, he was wearing the big blue scarf he stole from his dad’s closet like a cape. His wings were tucked safely beneath the soft fabric and out of sight.

As soon as he felt the fresh air on his face and the cobblestones beneath his feet, he took off running. He loved to run, and he’d missed it dearly. The tower was spacious, but it didn’t exactly come with much space to run. Giggling to himself, he bobbed and weaved through the crowds, just basking in the warmth and joy of it all. The music, the laughter, the people. He bought some spiced meat on a stick from a nice old lady who patted his head and told him he was a very smart young lad for counting his change so easily. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted, way better than anything the royal chefs ever made. Probably because this snack came with a heaping side of rebellion.

He’d been wandering aimlessly, munching on his treat, when he was suddenly pushed to the ground. His head came into contact with the stone street and tears sprang into his eyes. Big hands reached under his cape to his pockets. He screamed, terrified they would spot his wings.

“NO! Get away from me! Please leave me alone!”

It was pointless. These people didn’t care. They held him down and took his coin purse from him. That… wasn’t what he expected. He’d thought for sure they knew who he was. What he was. That he would be sold off to a circus or something like Auntie Cia always said would happen. That they might pluck his scales. But they… just wanted his money?

“Do you guys not have enough to eat?” He tilted his head to the side, confused. “Would you like to share my snack?” He went to hold up the uneaten half of his meat on a stick, only to realize it had fallen on the ground. Tears came to his eyes again. His snack was ruined.

He was too busy crying about the pain in his head, his ruined food, the fear of being discovered, and from being surrounded by strangers with dubious intent to notice that they had started jeering. One of them raised up a foot and was getting ready to step on him when another little kid ran up, shouting and brandishing a wooden sword.

You were small and your weapon was a child’s toy, but you clearly knew how to use it. With surprising agility and skill, you managed to compensate for their compatible lack of strength. You advanced, forcing the two thugs back with your glorified wooden stick. One of them opened their mouth to say something, but you cut them off.

“I’m a knight’s kid.” You glared, “as good as I am, how much trouble do you think you jerks would be in if I screamed for help?”

The thugs looked between each other, contemplated their life choices, and left.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Cowards. Hey, are you okay?” You turn to look at Link, who looks up at you with wide eyes. The pain in his head is almost forgotten. Almost. You’re really pretty and cool and strong and where’d you learn to fight like that???? He’s sure he must have stars in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Link nods, but the action causes him to wince a little. He suddenly remembers his headache. You wince in sympathy and pull a small potion out of your bag. “My parents like me to keep these on hand in case of emergencies. Drink. It’ll make you all better!”

Link takes the potion and drinks it. It tastes awful, but he can feel its effects the second it’s on his tongue, so he downs the whole thing. You smile.

“There, see? All better.” You offer him a hand and help him stand up. “Where are your parents?”

He frowns, deciding what to say. “Uhhh… they’re at home. I’m by myself.” You nod, considering that.

“This part of town is dangerous. You shouldn’t be here if you don’t know how to fight.” You return your toy sword to its toy sheath at your waist as you speak. “C’mon, I’ll take you back to the festival. I take it you’re not from around here.”

Link has the sense not to answer that as he follows you back to the festival. The two of you pass through a crowd and Link slips his hand into yours. You look at him, surprised.

“My parents always say that I have to hold hands in big crowds so I don’t get lost.” You chuckle and swing your joint hands between the two of you as you walk.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about getting lost as long as you’re with me! I swear I’ll protect you… uh. Shoot! I totally forgot to ask your name! I’m y/n.”

Link smiles at you, “I’m Link.” He answered without thinking. He hopes you won’t figure out he’s the prince. He doesn’t think you’d do something so mean, but he really doesn’t want the first friend he’s had in two years (except Falcon, his pet eagle) to try to sell him off for his scales.

You beam back, “well, Link, I, y/n, hereby swear to protect you from all harm that might come your way! You can trust my word because knights always keep their word, and I’m gonna be one someday! Just you wait!”

Link lets you gently tug him through the festival. They stop at most of the game stalls, which he insists on paying for with the coin pouch you returned to him. He stops suddenly at one stall, an archery game. He’s staring at one of the prizes: a pair of matching necklaces, each shaped like half of the triforce. It looks like the two charms connect to make a whole triforce shape. It’s cute.

“You want that, Link?” You look at Link, smiling amusedly. Link nods.

“Yeah. I’m gonna try to win it!” He pays the person behind the booth and picks up a bow and six arrows. The prize he wanted was level four. Link would have to break four of the six glass bottles in order to win it. The problem with this was that he’d never held a bow before, which you could tell the second he picked it up. He struggled to even nock the arrow. You did your best to talk him through it without making him feel bad, but there wasn’t much you could do from behind the “safety line” the game master insisted you respect.

Link didn’t hit a single target. Tears sprang into his eyes again. “I… I’m sorry. I wanted to give you half so we’d have something to remember eachother by but I failed.”

Your heart breaks. You angrily reach into your wallet and pull out some money of your own, “want me to try? I’ve been taking archery lessons since I was old enough to hold a bow.”

Link shrugs, dejected, “I dunno. It seems impossible. That bow is so heavy.”

Before he’s done talking, let alone looks up, you have already stepped up to the shooting line. You lift the bow. “I see what you mean. This game is definitely rigged.” You glare at the man behind the booth.

You shake it off and nock your first arrow. This bow is heavier than you’re used to, but you’re bound and determined. You aim carefully, willing your arm to stop shaking from the strain. Your first arrow misses. “Gah! Fudgesicles!” You’d heard your parents and the other knights saying that when stuff went wrong. It felt good.

The second arrow missed, but it grazed the side of the jar. You grin to yourself; you’ve figured it out. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows fly. They all strike their intended target. You destroyed four jars, you get the fourth-level prize. With a petty grin to the gamemaster, you took the two half-triforce necklaces from him. Your expression softened as you handed both necklaces to Link. He pushes one of them back toward you, his expression morphing from awe to confusion and hurt.

“No. I wanted to share.” You grin again, amused as you turn around.

“Mhmm. That’s the plan. Help me put it on?”

“Oh.” Link says, dumbly, as he clasps the necklace around your neck for you. You turn back around and smile at him.

“Your turn. Turn around.” He complies and you help him into his necklace.

Beaming, the two of you run around the festival. You dance for a while, try some new snacks, and play a couple more games. Link’s face lights up like a fireworks show when he tries cotton candy. You’re astounded he’s never had it before. Itś not like itś hard to come by, and his family is clearly wealthy judging by his clothing. You give him a bit of a sideways glance, but decide not to question it. He’s sweet enough and seems harmless. That, and nothing bad’s gonna happen to him in such a large crowd. He could be a runaway or maybe he’s just not in the city much. Maybe his parents are strict and thought he was too young to attend such events before today? It didn’t really matter, anyway. You’d made a friend and you were having fun.

…you spoke too soon. You’d let go of his hand because the two of you were jumping around in time to some music. Everything was fine until the royal guard showed up in a huff. They were asking a lot of strange questions, but you couldn’t really hear them. You recognized Sir Jack, the Nimble and Quick. He was nice to you, mostly. Sometimes he gave you little treats, but usually he didn’t seem to know what to do with you. You were so distracted trying to figure out why Sir Jack was even there — he was a member of Queen Cia’s guard, and he rarely was sent away to complete tasks — that you didn’t notice your friend had gone missing. You ran up to Sir Jack and hurriedly explained you’d made a friend but he’d gotten lost, and this was probably your friend’s first time out at a festival. Sir Jack just patted your head and said he’d have the other knights keep an eye out. You were still worried, but there was nothing you could do about it. Sir Jack brought you home and stayed to talk to your parents. You tried to eavesdrop but they were in the other room and they weren’t speaking in the common tongue. Your Hyrulean wasn’t bad, by any means, but Sir Jack’s accent was funny and he spoke fast. You caught your name, a word that sounded suspiciously like “Prince,” and “friend.” He sounded worried. Whatever it was he was talking about with your parents, he stressed it had to remain top secret.

What in the world was going on?

- glitter ✨

ITS SO GOOD

Thank you glitterr

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