#just entranced by the very small orange in his very strong hands

[wastrelwoods]

sdlgkjfd i always feel a little silly expressing that an acclaimed film actor is handsome on this website bc the ghost of myself and a bunch of other closeted lesbian teenagers performatively saying weird over the top shit like “uwu i think my ovaries exploded” about any slightly rodent looking man with an RP accent circa 2013 looms large in my memory. but this isn’t about proving anything in any way about my personal sexuality or gender or whatever the fuck i must push all of that aside and allow myself to simply double down on the opinion that lee pace is a very fine looking man

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧ Summary~ you help so’lek out during his rut

✧ Warnings~ p in v, rut cycle, creampie, A/B/O elements (knotting), dom!so’lek, sub!reader, choking(kinda), dirty talk, praise,

✧ Translations~ Narlor-beautiful (visually), Yawntutsyìp-darling, little loved one,

You were collecting plants before you heard soft whimpers and grunts coming from the cave that was just a foot up ahead.

From where you were standing you could see the cave was lit up with bioluminescence of the fauna even though it was still light out. You could also catch a faint smell of who was in the cave; a male Navi, but you couldn’t pick up anything else.

Mindlessly you walk closer, the pheromones got stronger with every step , which gave you the chance to find out that the male in there was in rut.

When you reached the entrance of the cave his pheromones were almost overwhelming and…familiar too.

Before you can call out to him, he grabs you, pulling you into the brightly lit cave. He looked down at you hungrily, his eyes weren’t the same color as yours, they were orange, and in the right light they looked red. You study his form carefully, taking in how rapidly his chest rising and falling, the thin layer of sweat that covered his whole body, and how much he was leaking. So much that it dripped onto your thighs, just looking at him made your whole body hot. But you had to keep it together. No matter how much he was scaring you and making your loincloth unbelievably slick.

“So’lek?..” it was whispered and shakey, but he heard it. You could tell by the way his ears perked up. He doesn’t respond to you though, he just backs you up against the wall of the cave, so you had nowhere to run. Even if you did, you knew you wouldn’t make it very far without him catching you.

He trails his eyes up and down your body before doing the same with his hands. You yelp quietly at the touch, his hands felt like they were on fire, making you feel extremely sympathetic for him. “Need you to help me, Narlor.” His deep voice had chills of arousal running all over your body, and you knew he caught onto too because of how his nose twitched and his cock did the same against your thighs.

You wanted so desperately to give in and help him, you’ve been craving him like this ever since you two first met. But you had to rationalize, for your sake.“Lek’..I don’t think I should..I mean, we aren’t even ma-“ You started, but you were silenced by the growl that left his mouth and the feeling of being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

His strong back was taking blow after blow from you, and his ears were being filled with all sorts of curses from you so he’d put you down. But all he did in return is laugh, he found your attempts comical. And even more so when he felt you huff in defeat, realizing you weren’t getting away from him.

He places you down onto a makeshift bed, crouching down slightly so he could look you in the eye. “You’ll help me, yes?” He questions, whole body still stiff and ridged from holding himself back. You took a minute to respond, thinking of all the reasons why you shouldn’t help him out, but with the way he was looking at you and how your body was responding before you could, you already knew what your answer was gonna be. And so did he.

You nodded your head eagerly while saying “yes” to him, giving him the go ahead to damn near rip your loincloth off and manhandle you onto your knees so your face was shoved into the mattress and ass was in the air. There’s a second of silence before you feel him lean down to leave sloppy kisses down your spine, stopping when his face reached your leaking cunt.

A low moan comes from him at the sight, before he reaches out to play with your puffy folds. “Mhm~ so pretty, yawntutsyìp..” he murmured softly as he pushed a finger into you, the tightness of your gummy walls around his finger made him grow impatient. And the pretty nosies that were coming from your plush lips weren’t making it any better.

You hear a small “I’m sorry, yawntusip..” after he pulls his finger out of you, but before you can question and complain to him you’re cut off by your own moan and the overwhelming feeling of his huge cock stretching you out, not giving you time to adjust as he pounds into your greedy pussy ruthlessly.

You could feel every ridge and vein of him, how much he twitched inside of you, how his tip perfectly aligned with your sweet spot. It drove you crazy. The coil in your stomach was unraveling quickly, quicker than you can warn him before you came all over him. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even slow his pace. He just tightened his grip on your hips and kept using you. Not like you cared anyway.

The overstimulation was hitting you fast and hard, causing tears to blur your vision, instinctively your hand reaches behind you, lacing your fingers with his in search of comfort. “So’lek, please! I-mhm!~s’too much..I can’t..” you were blubbering nonsense at this point, body turning into mush the more he played with you. “Oh, but you’re being such a good girl for me. So just shut up and take it.” He demanded as he wrapped his arm around your neck before he lifting you up, placing his other hand on your waist to give him more leverage.

The new position has you seeing stars, he was somehow even deeper inside of you and hit your sweet spot even more directly. All of the sensations have your coil snapping once again, juices dripping onto the bed below you and adding to the obscene skin slapping nosies that filled the cave.

Soft moans and whimpers leave his lips when your pussy flutters around him, the feeling makes him push his knot in you instantly, spilling his warm, sticky cum all inside of your needy cunt. You almost scream when you feel his knot push into you, pain and pleasure running all over your body from it. And even more so when he bit down on your shoulder, unbeknownst to you that he was doing that to silence all the pretty noises that’d come from him.

He licks and kisses the wound as he rides out both of your highs, whispering sweet praises in your ear occasionally. You’re still a mess, the feeling of him still being inside of you overwhelming you slightly, but you eventually relax the more he calms you down.

Swiftly, he pulls you so your flush to his chest as he rests his body against the wall. You reach your hand behind you to cup the side of his face gently, making him turn his head to look down at you, “you feeling any better yet?” the orange haze of his eyes told you all that you needed to know, yet you asked anyway.

He turned his head to kiss and nibble at the skin of your hand, mumbling a small ‘mhm’ in response.

But you knew he was far from over with you.

A/N~ this is my very first So’lek fic so pls be nice to me😔 and also my first fic where I included a/b/o elements, so I hope I used everything in the right way bc I’ve always been a lil scared to write anything to do with a/b/o elements bc it’s a lil confusing to me and overwhelming😭 but regardless, I hope you guys enjoyed, stay safe and hydrated. Love you bbys💕

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello my good friend. It's been a while since I've requested but. Can I request kyojuru and mitsuri with female-child reader who likes fire, and likes to watch things burn up? They don't get burnt by it but if they do they won't cry. For kyojuru's part reader like to brush his hair with there smalls hands on tug at the bottom of his haori where the flames are. 🙏🏾💕

Hehe! Omg, this is so wholesome and cute and I can already see how both would behave! Let’s gooo! I’m totally doing this request and welcome back, darling! Also welcome back, Mitsuri

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro is naturally protective over younger ones so when he sees you, the little girl he rescued and adopted, sat in front of a stick fire. He sprints to pull you away from the flames and tell you lightly that fire is dangerous

Kyojuro is flattered with how much you like his hair. Yes, it does look like fire, doesn’t it? He will let you brush his hair all you want and the way you try pull the strands up so it will burn like real fire, has his heart exploding. You’re just so adorable with your fire fascination

Kyojuro cannot say no to you, like at all. Sure, he will take you away from fires you start and put you in front of controlled fires but that’s for protection. In every other sense, he can’t say no, so when you reach for the tips of his flame-like haori, he drapes it over you so you can play with it

“Look, Dokusha. See that fire there?” Kyojuro‘s comforting yet strong voice rolled out softly as he comfortably sat down on his knees, with you placed in his lap. His pointer directed your eager eyes to the roaring tall torch egging-on a big, beautiful orange-red-yellow mix palette flame burning with life. You immediately silenced yourself, the reflective light of the fire bouncing off your eyes as you glared in pure awe

Kyojuro didn’t want his precious adoptive daughter to be around uncontrolled and touchable fire so instead, he would set the Rengoku Family flame torches for you to gaze and admire the fire from a safe distance. You always have loved fire, ever since he met you and up to this very moment. You pulled at his fire-like coloured hair and played with the flame patterned haori draped carelessly over his shoulders

Kyojuro didn’t mind sitting in front of the torch with you, all to make you happy as he admired your gawking expression. You look simply so adorable in your nighttime Yukata and your pretty loose hair decorated by a single small ponytail. Kyojuro is over the phrase of ‘glad’ that you’re his precious baby girl, his one and only child. He will give you his flame-like haori to cuddle up in and a nice lap to fall asleep on

“What is your favourite colour of the fire, Dokusha?”

Kanroji Mitsuri

Mitsuri, as the older sister of five, knows to always be careful around danger and how to handle children with dangerous things so when you, her cute little adoptive daughter, is huddled over the Estate’s furnace fire to gawk at the colours and liveliness, she is bolting to make sure you won’t catch on fire

Mitsuri will try distract you with fire-looking items as to keep you away from real fire. The way you hawk at the red fade to yellow kimono she bought for you and play with the tips of the flame-shaped handkerchief she got made, her heart goes pitter-patter with joy

When push comes to shove, Mitsuri will let you sit by her as she sets up the Estate’s furnace fire and even let you put in wood for her to set ablaze. She won’t let you handle the lighter, all because she is protective over you and always strives to keep you safe

“Place the big log down in this spot, baby” Mitsuri chirped gently, carefully placing her hands on your little back as you lazily dump the big irritable log of wood onto the standing pile of charcoal, spreading a small gust of ash over the short metallic railing guarding the entrance to the fire’s shelter. The log was heavy and scratched at your chest, you stepped back until you bumped against Mitsuri’s torso. She took this opportunity to cuddle you closer to her as she picked up the lighter and flicked the nozzle to spark up a fire

In wonder and awe, you watched Mitsuri eventually set the big log on fire after a few attempts of hovering the dancing flame over the wood, placing down the lighter to the side and shuffling back on her knees with you firm in her grasp so the fire couldn’t touch any inch of you incase it roared to life. Her prediction was proven correct when the thick chunk of tree essence brought to life a raging fire that almost grazed over the brick roof of the furnace

Mitsuri leant her vision down to look at you after your amazed coos faded. You’re just so adorable, eyes reflecting the mixed fiery colours and in that moment, she knew she will never regret saving you from that Lower Moon and adopting you as her little one. Sure, you’re a bit reckless with fire but your excitement over it makes her heart roar in true passion. Comfortable in your comfy nighttime Yukata and cute small silky brushed braids, she planned to sit with you in front of the fire for hours. All because the colours made you so happy

“Do you feel the warmth, Dokusha? The fire is so nice”

[anniebeckcalla]

❀dandelion: springtime with nct dream [part three]

:𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧// 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲// 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞// 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬:

non-idol au. wc:n/a. cw:fluff

calla's note: thank you so much for the support towards this series! I will work on the masterlist so that you may be able to find all the work in the right place! more is on the way!

❀ haechan~

A cool breeze gently whispered through the air, rustling the grass in the daisy paddock and settling on your bare shoulders, leaving little goosebumps in its wake. You shuddered slightly, but you were so occupied with struggling to thread one daisy stalk into another that you didn't do anything to remedy the matter.

You couldn't help feeling quite guilty - Haechan, who was sitting in front of you, had already made three daisy chains and had placed them around your head and neck as accessories. He was already working on a fourth one, insisting that he wanted you to have a bracelet to match. You wanted to make a chain for him in return, but you simply could not get your fingers hooked around the flimsy stalks. Every time you thought you had succeeded, the little green stems would bend and split, staining your fingertips with sticky sap.

Haechan observed your silent struggle with pity. All he wanted was to use his skills to decorate you in the best way possible, and while he was touched to see you trying to return the favour, he didn't want you to struggle in his name. “Here, you do it like this,” he said gently, taking your hands in his and guiding the daisy stalks to your control. You could barely speak for how shy you felt, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you when you saw how easy it was to thread the daisies together. “Thank you,” you muttered. “Um, it's for you.”

Hacehan chuckled softly. “Oh, no. You deserve it, especially as it's your creation.” Despite your muffled protests, he looped the daisy chain around your wrist. “There, you look beautiful!” Suddenly, Haechan noticed the increasing goosebumps on your arms. “You're freezing,” he remarked.

“No, I'm not,” you blushed, taken aback that he had noticed.

“Yes, you are. Come on.” Without hesitation, Haechan scooped you up in an embrace, his warm body melting away your shivers. He placed his head atop yours, strong arms around your waist. Usually, you would have squirmed away, but you were so jaded and flustered by his small act of chivalry that you leaned into his caress, your hands clasped around his middle.

No amount of daisies or spring breezes could affect you now..

❀~renjun

Painting outside had brought about consequences that were a double edged sword.

The clouds hung low in the sky, dark, menacing, and ready to spew water at the slightest provocation. Despite this, you and Renjun sat outside in the garden with canvases and watercolour paints, with Renjun claiming “it was sunny earlier on.”

Usually, you two liked to do your painting sessions with an objective. Today, you'd decided that you would “paint something that reminds us of each other.” (Renjun's suggestion). Right now, you sat opposite Renjun with your canvas in your lap and paintbrush in hand, creating what you had intended to be a fox. You couldn’t help it. Renjun reminded you of a fox - he was swift, he was solemn, and he was handsome. He had a very mature air about him. You were confident that he would approve.

However, despite your best efforts, what you had wanted to be a fox was just a splodge of colours, the proportions hideously out of place, tail looking like an orange tree trunk, ears looking like dinner plates. You tried to fix it, but the more you added on, the worse it became. More paint landed on your hands and arms than on the canvas.

“I'm done with mine.” Renjun held up his canvas, eyes sparkling with pride. On his piece was a large moon in a midnight sky, all the right colours mixing together to make it look entrancing. “I see you as moon,” he explained. “I see myself as the waves, and scientifically, the moon controls the waves, and in a way, you control me to be a better person.”

He looked so delighted that tears sprung to your eyes when you glanced at the absolute rubbish that you had to offer him in return.

Suddenly, you felt a plop of water land on your nose. Another plop landed on the canvas in front of you. More plops fell down all around, and somewhere in the distance, your heard a rumble of thunder.

The rainstorm had finally arrived.

You both scrambled to pick up your painting equipment and ferry it inside, but due to the merciless precipitation, there were victims. One of the charcoal blocks was absolutely waterlogged, the painting mat was soaked through…and your painting of a fox was ruined beyond repair.

Once all were safely inside, Renjun held the canvas up sadly. “What was this meant to be?” he questioned. “A fox,” you replied quietly, eyes on the floor in shame. Renjun set the canvas aside and pulled you into a hug. “Really? But I love foxes! You really think that I'm like my favourite animal, y/n! I love you so much!” You hugged him back tightly. Over his shoulder, you looked out of the window and mouthed a silent “thank you” to the spring rain that had ruined your atrocious work.

Now, there was a chance to start afresh and give Renjun what he truly deserved.

[laurenairay]

Pumpkin patch - R. Hintz

Summary: Much to your surprise (but also not at all), Roope has strong opinions about choosing pumpkins.

The fifth of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! Just imaging Roope trekking around a pumpkin patch was enough for me.

Word Count: 830 words

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @lam-ila @kurlyteuvo @tonyspep @cixrosie

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“We’re here!”

Pitchfork Pumpkin Patch, as recommended by several of the guys on Roope’s team. Very impulsively, your boyfriend had decided that his Saturday rest day would include the two of you getting up early to head over to pick pumpkins ahead of Halloween. It was all you could do to go along with his laser-focused enthusiasm, not questioning him when he was in this kind of mood, knowing through experience that Roope only acted like this when he was passionate about something.

What had triggered him to be so passionate about picking pumpkins was beyond you, but you were happy if he was happy. You were sure his motivations would become clear at some point at least.

“You’re chirpy this morning,” you mused.

Roope just rolled his eyes, although a smile was creeping at the corner of his lips. “I like Halloween. It’s fun.”

Well you couldn’t argue with that.

“We can get snacks and drinks here, right?”

“Yeah, I think they have stands. Pumpkins first though?”

You grinned at the hope in his voice. What was going on?

“Yeah baby, pumpkins first.”

The two of you walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the farm. You were just glad that being some of the first customers of the day meant it wasn’t heaving with people yet. You could only imagine how busy a place like this could get, especially so close to Halloween.

“Kulta.”

“Yes Roope?”

“My shoes are getting muddy,” he grumbled.

“It’s an outdoor pumpkin patch, Roope, what did you expect?” you teased.

“Not this level of ruin,” he muttered.

“We can come back another day y’know,” you mused.

But Roope just shook his head. “No let’s do this, all the good ones will be gone otherwise,” he sighed.

Trust your drama queen to have a plan worth ruining his boots for.

“If you’re sure,” you grinned.

Roope stuck his tongue out at you, clearly recognising the lingering teasing in your voice, making you laugh even as you linked your fingers with him, swinging your joined hands until a small smile graced his face.

You let Roope take the lead as he navigated the two of you through the field, smiling to yourself at his critical eye swept over the rows in front of you.

“How about these?” you said, pointing to a cluster of medium simple orange pumpkins.

“No. No this is a bad one. See? It’s already squishy on the side, it won’t take any time at all to go mouldy,” Roope said, shaking his head.

“Okay, wow Roope,” you laughed, hands raised in mock surrender.

But your boyfriend just nodded, hands almost artfully placed on his hips as he surveyed the patch in front of you.

“We need at least six pumpkins. All different sizes, although two will need to be similar sizes for each of us to carve. Preferably we can get a couple of white ones too for balance. But only if they’re smooth – I don’t want bumpy ugly ones. I’d be happier with ten pumpkins but I’ll take what we can get,” Roope said firmly.

Oh he was serious wasn’t he?

“Do you have some kind of artistic vision or something baby?” you teased.

You weren’t sure what was showing on your face, but Roope’s focused gaze softened when he turned to look at you properly.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m acting weird,” he said, a bit sheepish.

“Maybe, but I figure you have a reason?” you said, trying to prompt him.

Interestingly, he blushed a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Miro and Esa are both doing a pumpkin competition kind of thing. An arrangement on their front porches, I guess? Carved pumpkins but also an arty display? They said I could…we could do one as well, but I don’t want it to be dumb because I was added in last minute. I want it to be perfect,” Roope sighed.

Oh bless his heart. Leave it to the Finnish mafia to come up with something like this. And of course he was overthinking things – that was just who he was, your sweet sassy perfectionist.

“By the amount of effort you’ve already put in to thinking about this, it’s going to be amazing, baby,” you said reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, I know I can be a bit much,” he said, self-deprecating smile making your heart ache.

“Not in the slightest. This is important to you, so let’s make it fun, instead of stressful, okay? Whatever you want, we’ll get it and we’ll plan out a really artistic layout for our front porch.”

Roope looked a little stunned for a second, before he quickly pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, so much.”

You couldn’t help but grin, pressing your face into his chest briefly before stepping back to look up at him.

“I love you too. Let’s do this, and kick Heiskanen and Lindell butt,” you said, smiling.

“That’s the spirit,” Roope said, smile turning sharp.

[takeyours11]

Chapter 1

Nessie

When I would think of college it wasn’t this. Running across campus because my brother forgot his practice bag. To be honest he’s luck I have a free afternoon for the afternoon and the fact our mother brought it to her job. Making the move from Massachusetts to London because of my dad’s job was a hard transition. We originally didn’t want to do it until dad convinced us too. So me and Arthur applied to Oxford and got in (it wasn’t my dream college since my whole family’s been here) but for the meantime it will do. My mom got her professor position transferred to here so she can be close just incase of a medical emergency. Since both of her children are medical babies; Arthur has scoliosis and I have EoE with a bunch of add ons. So bring my brother sports bag that my mom took on her way to school and asked me before my class to bring it to the feild my brothers practicing on and to not make a scene.

“Why did it take you so long?” Arthur my brother asks me as he takes his black sports bag out of my hands.

“Small legs?” I say shrugging my shoulders because I’m not that fast. Watching him roll his eyes and walk away without saying thank you. For the past three years we’ve grown separately, I mean bring twins and having your own personality and likes is a thing. We were thick as a school of fish, my mom will tells us how we are inseparable and were conjoined to the hip. I don’t know what happens but he’s been doing his own thing. Well it seams like our whole family is drifting apart; my mom and now not having the parental have been trying to live the life they couldn’t when they had kids, I’m doing my own thing even though I don’t know what it is, and Arthur focusing on lacrosse. I didn’t necessarily wanted to move over here I was more convinced by my parents. I mean I get it…

“Fuck,” we both say as we hit the ground, I don’t know what just happened here? One minute I’m walking and looking at my phone to check the time and then this hard thing runs into me or maybe…shoved very hard? Either way the impact was hard enough to knock us both off our feet. Seeing that it’s a guy my age with brown hair and green eye, he’s white like most of the people on this campus, and wearing the lacrosse team sweatshirt.

“Fuck,” I hear two other British people say to see a guy with raven black hair and tan skin with tattoos and a guy with blond hair and blue eyes who look like the dude that’s on top of me right now.

“Hey,” he says, he smells of expensive cologne but the kind that’s not too strong and with a hint of orange to it.

“Hello,” I say akwardly as he gets off of me.

“Run,” he tells his friends and seeing them bolt up to the field. Seeing him get up and brush himself off and then offers a hand to me.

“Thanks,” I say nervously as I take the offer and get up on my feet. Brushing myself off and looking him… well looking up at him since he’s a foot taller than me. Walking away before saying something stupid.

After classes my mom decided to drive us home.

“What the fuck happened to the sweater?” She asks as we walk to the car to see Arthur standing there for us. Before I could even say anything tho here Arthur interrupted me.

“Thanks to you I got penalized,” Arthur tells me.

“Why?” Our mom asks as I get in the back seat and her and Arthur get into the front.

“Because Nessie over here wasn’t fast enough,” he says annoyed as we buckle up and pull out. Staying quiet because I know it’s going to start another fight between us.

“Arthur your sister is little and has asthma,” she tells him for the hundredth time.

“Yet she still has time to run off and get snacks that make her look in the middle of the day,” he says under his breath. Driving to the place or as people call it

the royal palace we live in with the rest of my dad’s family. Driving into the main entrance and getting out, walking past my dad because I feel like crying.

“What?” He says as my mom walks in behind us.

“Ask your son,” she tells him as I just walk up the stairs and head to my room. Taking a long shower in the bathroom my grandparent re model for me. They had white tiles with ducks scattered about, got new dark wooden walls, the bathtub on the raised floor got replaced and even its little island got remodeled with this dark blue tile. My walk in shower has a little stoop my grandfather built for when I get really sick, they replaced all the piping and added new golden fixtures, and I have a small counter top with dark wooden drawers that doesn’t make me overwhelmed. After my shower I got into comfy pjs and did my whole after show routine with all the creams and ointments with CeraVe. Getting started on my calculus and algebra homework, which is a breeze for me unlike the rest of my family. My mom says my head is chaotic which makes it great for science and math but terrible for history and English, but I am pretty good at history though. Dinner is awkward everyone is silent because they’re all mad each other. Working in the family business is hard especially since everyone has very strong opinions and can never admit to being wrong. Chicken, mash potatoes, and broccoli all boring and unappetizing, I wondered how this had slid over the crown. Waving over Dicky to see if I could have anything in the kitchen next door. He could tell my taste buds wasn’t having a bland British dinner. Seeing a plate of corn pasta with the meat sauce I made the day before. Buying food I can actually eat is hard, we haft to buy my pasta that’s only Mae’s from corn from an online store and then get the rest of my groceries from the market. I rarely go out of the path of new foods since it makes me anxious. But I try new recipes because only eating poultry and pork is just boring.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he takes my other plate and gives me a kind wink.

“When could we have a say in dinner?” Lenora my younger aunt says breaking the silence in the room.

“Since when did your opinion matter at this table?” My aunt Isla says to her younger sister that’s the same age as me. Isla is the middle child and she gives middle child energy; She’s hard headed and very smart and she knows since she is the first girl to be born in the family she can get whatever she wants. Getting up to get so fruit punch since I know I can’t have carbonated drinks and a heavy meal. I’m not in the mood for my food to come up because of the gases building up and my stomach unable to digest faster. Hearing the sound of arguments as I head back to my seat with my drink.

“So you do admit to giving them special treatment?” Lenora says loudly and angry.

“Maybe because they aren’t so far up their asses,” my grandmother says as her strong Scottish accent comes out. She doesn’t look how she sounds; she has pale white skin, bright long red hair, slime body, soft facial features that I inherited like the round head and doe eyes but hers are green instead of my deep brown. So having a strong Scottish accent that makes her more… scary instead of sweet. Seeing my grandfather walk in at the best part.

“Well last time I checked I’m not a stain to the family name!”Lenora shouts back as the room gose quit and I mean quit to the point when no one is eating beside me. We don’t like to say the word “stain” beside when we make a mess and it’s impossible to get out. The royal family has an image to keep of being just perfect, sadly that’s impossible. It started with my grandfather marrying my grandmother who’s a Scottish farmer’s daughter who is also technically the true ruling family of Scotland. Then my dad and his antics of not wanting to fit into the perfect mold which my grandparents didn’t really care. To us: me, my mom, and Arthur; we are considered a stain not because the color of our skin but because we are mixed blood not born from this country. That is literally rule number one in the royal family and my dad broke it.

“All I wanted was a normal family dinner,” my grandfather says making me giggle a little.

[aaronfj77]

The Monster Slayer

I remember the day the mighty Monster Slayer arrived at my village.

They had told stories of the fearsome warriors, clad in shimmering Armor. Carrying weapons fit to carve a monster from claw to fang. When the cart began bumbling up the cobblestones of the village, tossing grass and pebbles to the wayside, I had imagined a massive cage to cart the beast away in. Yet it was a simple covered cart that tinkled and clinked as it was pushed forward.

That’s right.

Pushed! It wasn't being pulled by any calamity or foul beast made to bend to the whim of the slayer, but was instead being pushed happily along by an older gentleman. Who when wiping his brow from the steady heat, made a sort of whistling sound. His hair and beard were both white. He wore green suspenders over a simple cotton shirt that had longer sleeves he had rolled up and buttons down the middle. He had shiny metalic frames that enclosed his eyes in an orange shimmered glass.

Far from our towns savior.

The town dragon in the north western caves had become quite rowdy. She had started hissing out steam at all who would pass. She even almost ate one of Mr. Leary’s sheep on one hearding afternoon! Something had to be done about the beast before it devoured the entire town! The village had called on the local lord to send us someone willing to do what needed to be done! Not this, simple old whistling fool. Yet, this “slayer” that had been sent surely wasn’t up to this task.

How wrong I was!

The small white bearded man just kept pushing his cart towards the mouth of the cave and inevitability towards the mouth of the Dragon. His whistling alerted the Dragon immediately. The growls and rumblings could be heard for miles. The very fields quaked as she sensed an approach. The man simply continued to push his cart merrily closer. About thirty paces from the entrance, he began to shout into the cave! I couldn’t hear what he was yelling but he seemed to be arguing with the dragon!

She would grumble and shake houses near by, he would in turn yell right back in a tone that could only be described as petty annoyance. The Dragon ended their verbal fight with a roar that caused boulders and rocks to slide down the mountain side. Once the slide was over, the man huffed and walked over to his cart.

When he removed the cover on the cart, I became briefly blinded. Bits of metal and steel shimmered like beacons under the high sun. Finally! Here was our mighty slayer! The cart had to be filled with sharpened Elorian Steel and thick armor made to withstand a Dragon’s tail spikes! Or at least strong enough that your bones don’t all crack at once when the tail hit you.

When the shimmering died down and I could see the cart again, I quickly became annoyed once more. Yes, there was some metalic objects but much of it was bottles and small steel tubes. The clinking hadn’t been weapons or armors but vials and steel tools that I didn’t quite recognize. I had once met a traveling alchemist that had similar such items but nothing to this caliber.

He pulled from his cart, a single item, so small I couldn’t even see it in his hands. I moved closer to observe and saw as the elderly man planted the item in the ground at his feet like a seed. Much like a seed in fact as seconds later a sprout popped from the ground with such velocity it shot dirt in a few different directions. Then the old man mumbled something about time.

He reached for one of the vials on the cart, pulled a dropper and added a single drop Into the vial. He held it up to the sun and began to swirl the liquid around. Smoke itself began to rise from the vial and once it was billowing quite a bit, he poured its contents onto the sprout.

In the time it had taken him to turn and put the vial back on the cart, a fully grown nymph had grown from the sprout. She was a creature I had only seen rough sketches of. A woman made of tree or a tree made to look like a woman. I could never tell which they were supposed to be.

She immediately smacked him on the back of the head with a whispy one of her branches. He grunted at the injury and began arguing with the nymph! I couldn’t make out many words from the man but it seemed they got into a heated discussion about timing and something called “sedation”. I didn’t fully know the term but I could tell it was quite important.

As the man started working away on his cart, the nymph began to grow things off of her branches. She grew leaves that looked like snowfall mixing with fresh blood, a fruit that curved at its base and cycled between seeming blue or green depending on how the light hit it, and finally she grew from a spot just above her right shoulder, a massive seed.

A hard-shelled seed with long hairs sticking out of it. As she handed them to the man, he would add them slowly to what he was making. For the leaves, he ground them into a pale pink paste which he smeared inside of a jar. He took the fruit, peeled off the exterior using the first weapon I had seen him bring out, a paring knife like the one my mother used on Potatoes. Once it was peeled, he sliced the fruit into thin pieces and dropped them into the jar with the paste.

When she handed him the seed, he took extra care to hold it away from his body. He placed it into a clamp on the cart. As he pulled a lever, the clamp tightened around the seed and a thin stream of liquid started to seep from the bottom. The man, using tongs, picked up the jar and held it under the stream until it was about half full. He released the lever and the clamp stopped juicing the seed.

He placed the seed, now drained, into a tight woven bag that he put back on his cart.

He placed a sealed lid on the glass jar and began to shake it! He shook it up and down and back and forth. When he was done with his spasms, he paused then shook it again. Once he finished that time, the nymph smacked him again and gestured for him to shake it one more time. He shook it a final time, then abruptly stopped.

He walked to the mouth of the cave, and again, he yelled as fiercely as the beast had before. The nymph shook her head and walked away from the cave just as the old man placed the jar down on the ground and walked away to join her. No fighting? No battle? I had thought surely, he was making some kind of strange explosive but no such force came! Instead, the creature itself came forth.

Deli’strua, the golden dragon beneath the Thunderpeak mountains, strolled forth from the maw of the cave.

I… I didn’t think I would get to see her alive.

I don’t know anyone alive in my family who has ever met the great dragon. I figured I would see her being carted away after the fight. That she would be limp and gone. All fire from her eyes and lungs gone.

Instead, for the first time in seven generations of my family, I saw the dragon.

She made the opening the cave, that for my entire life had loomed above everything but the peaks and the sky themselves, seem like such a small space. Like a dog barely fitting through a small opening in a door. She fully stepped out of the entrance and as she did the sun blazed off her golden scales. Over lapping like thicker larger scales of a fish, they shined almost as brilliantly as the sun itself.

Her shimmering form leaned down towards the jar the man had placed. Her mouth opened, and instead of flames hotter than any hearth could ever be shooting out and eviscerating the jar, the dragon’s tongue scooped it into her mouth.

I thought for a moment if the glass would hurt the dragon. If the jar broke inside, would the shards still cut her? Surely not. The heat inside her chest would probably melt the glass back to nothing more than a thought.

So that was how this dragon slayer worked. He was a poisoner who worked his sword from a distance. Concocting strange potions like a coward. Nothing about this man was like the legends had said. Surely enough, the dragon laid down on the ground mere moments later. She curled her massive body around herself like a cat by a fire, shimmering like a pile of breathing gold. She laid there and did not move again.

The man and nymph walked back to their cart and began to argue again. I assumed it was about how to move the carcass away from the village now that the beast was slain. Once the man pulled a large silver tool from his cart, I understood for certain what was happening. This man was going to stab the dragon after he had already killed the beast. The nymph must have been trying to stop this wicked man from disrespecting such a magnificent creature. She couldn’t and he continued to approach the beast.

As I watched, I noticed something else. The Dragon was still breathing! Its body had a steady rise and fall that I had only noticed after watching it for some time. He continued to approach the Dragon, walking directly towards its head! A cruel malevolent man to put a beast to sleep then kill it while it could not defend itself! Much worse than stabbing the body after your kill! Such as the way of this strange man.

Fool’s die heroes in their minds, while only the wicked survive.

When he got to the creature’s head, he began to climb up. Did he intend to stab the beast in the eye? He lifted the creature’s mouth open.

Let me not try to confuse you.

This strange old man, seemed to, with direct intention put himself into the great dragon’s mouth!

He extended a tool from the bottom of the lip to the top holding it in place above his head.

Up until this point, I had been looking from a nearby hill, but I found myself slowly creeping forward to see as much of this strange interaction as I could. I stumbled down the hill and nearly fell completely on my face as I made my way down the slope.

The nymph noticed me now and walked over to help me up. I took her branches in hand and looked upon her in wonder. She seemed to be speaking to me but the only sound I heard was that of winds blowing through an empty wood. I told her as such and she nodded and smiled almost sadly.

We both turned back to the man and the dragon. He at this point was applying some kind of paste onto one of the dragon’s teeth! The fang itself was twice the length as he was but he applied the paste to everywhere he could reach. When he was done, he wiped his hand on a towel and put the paste away again. He grabbed the beam holding open the mouth, removed it, and slowly climbed back down. He then simply walked away from the beast! He didn’t strike it, or stab it! He left the beautiful dragon simply sleeping as if she had just fallen asleep there.

When he saw me, he jumped slightly. It had been a larger reaction from the old man than from when he yelled at the dragon!

He walked right past me to get to his cart without saying a word. He put everything away at double pace. I wished to ask a question of the old man even if it came at risk of argument as it seemed all things did with him. I asked simply what he had done to our dragon. Had he actually poisoned her or had he done something much more benign? He just shook his head and mumbled something without looking at me. I asked him to repeat himself and he said in a much clearer tone than before,

“Just a toothache.”

I asked him further, what exactly he had done to help?

“I gave her some juice from a juliepit seed, it put her to sleep long enough for me to apply some numbing antibacterial paste. It will help with the pain. Will you leave me alone now?”

I asked one final question of him. If the seed and paste on the tooth was the only things necessary to help, then what was everything else he put into that jar? He shrugged and looked at me with annoyance.

“Flavor.”

As quickly as he arrived, he pushed his cart away whistling quietly to himself. The nymph gave me one final wave then ran after the man and walked alongside him and his cart. I watched them leave, utterly perplexed by what had happened. When they were out of sight, I watched the dragon. She slept until just before sunset. When she began to stir, I ran quickly up the hill again and hid behind a tree until she fully woke up. She yawned her massive maw and smacked her lips. I watched as she ran her tongue around the tooth the man had worked on. She sighed in what I know from personal experience regarding toothaches, was relief. I figured she would go back into her cave as she always had, but when she took flight, I was struck by her awesome form. The now distant sun shimmering barely of her scales was fought by the now bright moon turning them into a pale blue as she flew into distant skies.

I don’t think I could ever forget the day the monster Slayer came to our village.

[creator-girl]

Chapter 4 - The Golden Girl of Lurelin Village

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From a terribly disturbed sleep, Thea woke. She could tell it wasn't anywhere close to morning, moonlight shining in through the slatted blinds of the inn. What had woken her? She listened, not moving from the bed. Outside, there was a quiet, rhythmic... trot of a horse?

        Thea stood up as fast as she could without waking Chessica and Flavi, the midnight darkness not helping her as she fumbled toward the faint light coming from the entrance. She blinked blearily and rubbed the sleep out her eyes, padding quietly down the steps. She walked a little ways down the beach, cautious. There was nothing. No horse, no people. The torches providing a faint orange light around the village flickered silently and the leaves shuffled overhead in the wind. She must have imagined it.

        Thea turned to head back towards this inn when she saw the hooded figure standing silently behind her like a shadow. Thea yelped, falling back into the sand in surprise.

        "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." A boy's voice said. The shadow held out his hand to help her up. She couldn't see him very well, the moon covered by a drifting cloud overhead and the orange torches behind him silhouetting his figure. She took his hand cautiously, and he pulled her up and almost off her feet with one strong arm, so fast she had to keep herself from yelping again. It took her a second to regain her composure.

        "Well, people who don't mean to scare someone normally don't stand silently behind them in the pitch dark," she snapped annoyedly, brushing the sand out of her skirt and off her arms. She couldn't see his face well in the dark, not helped by the black hood he wore, but he didn't appear to be much taller than her and he sounded fairly young. She noticed the handle of a sword peaking out from over his shoulder.

        He laughed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry. I was just looking around and saw you. Doesn't seem like anyone else is awake."

        "Well yeah, it's like the middle of the night. I only woke up cause I heard you, probably. Do you have a horse or something?" Thea suddenly wondered if they were alone--or if this boy had dangerous, horse-riding friends.

        "Oh, yeah. She's over there," He quenched these fears as he waved his hand over to the gates of the village that led out onto the dagger-shaped peninsula of Cape Cresia. The moon finally revealed itself, and in its light was the most beautiful horse Thea had ever seen. Its white pelt glowed as if it contained the power of the moon itself, and its long, flowing mane was the color of sunlight. Her jaw dropped. It was unreal.

        "That's your horse?" She asked in disbelief.

        "Why, you don't think so?" He laughed again from behind her.

        "It's just so... beautiful," she breathed. She had always loved horses. There was actually a pack of them just on the beach outside the village bounds, which she could see from the fence occasionally as they grazed. But she had never caught one herself. There were monsters out there, and even if she had the ability or strength to catch one, what would she do with it? Where would she go? It was probably happier out there than stuck with her in the inn.

        "Thank you," he said, bringing her back to reality.

        She turned back towards him as he pulled off his hood and her breath caught. No longer shrouded by the black cloth or the darkness of the hidden moon, she could see him in the moonlight for the first time. He was most definitely around her age, still a teenager. A mop of dirty blond hair framed his face just so, some pieces long enough to brush the tops of his firm shoulders. Pointed ears peaked through, pierced with small, blue hoops. He had a strong jaw and sharp, cerulean eyes that met her own wide green ones. His skin was fair, his lips were slightly parted, and there was a gentle firmness to his expression which made her curious. He looked... almost like her.

        "Does this village have an inn?" He asked suddenly, shaking her from her trance.

        "Of course," she blinked, "Come with me."

        He ran over to grab his horse before following her to the inn. She let him quickly tie up the horse on a post outside before showing him inside. Chessica and Flavi were still sound asleep, so she made sure to be quiet. His steady hand brushed hers as he handed her the money.

        "Would you wake me up in the morning?" He whispered. She nodded, putting the rupees in the bag under the center desk. He settled into the bed as she walked to the back of the inn and rolled into comfort of fluffy pillows and blankets. Her body was at ease, but her mind was racing. She had never seen someone who looked like her. Sure, she was as Hylian as the other Lurelin village members with her pointed ears and similar stance, but they were all dark-skinned with black hair. And she most definitely did not look like a Gerudo woman. She had really never seen anyone who shared these features with her.

        She turned over, trying to get comfortable, and she turned these thoughts over in her mind. Thea, of course there's gonna be people who look like you, she thought to herself, You didn't just come from nowhere. He's probably just from the same region your parents were. Wherever that is.

        Thea stopped herself from thinking any further about the issue, snuggling deeper into the comfort of the bed. She didn't know this strange boy at all, but she felt a little more secure with his presence in the room. She found it much easier to be pulled into a deep sleep, drifting off to the chorus of singing crickets and flitting beetles out in the night air.

.𖥧𖤣𖡼𖤣𖥧.

        Because it had become such a pattern for her, Thea found herself awake before the sun again, despite her eyes heavy and dry with fatigue. She tried to fall back asleep, but found herself restless. She groaned, rolling out of the low bed onto the wooden floor. The morning air was cool as it brushed through the blinds of the inn. There was total darkness outside, except for the faint glow of the crackling torches. She laid there on the cool boards for a moment, before pushing herself up to stand. Her muscles were sore from yesterday's exercise.

        Thea walked quietly past the sleeping figures of Flavi, Chessica, and the strange boy, down the steps and out to the ocean. Thea crouched down in the wet sand, her skirt dampening as she scooped some of the cold, salty water and pressed it to her face, the coolness soothing her tired eyes. Time to start the day.

        She did her exercises again despite her sore muscles, making sure to do extra push ups. Her bow required a significant amount of upper body strength which she had certainly been developing over the past month, but it wasn't quite enough. She wasn't able to make the arrow lodge itself in the driftwood no matter how hard she tried. It would just thunk sadly onto the wood and fall to the grass below. Though to be fair, she had gotten pretty good at aiming.

        As the first light was peaking over the horizon and the birds had been singing their melodic chorus for quite some time, Thea decided it was time to wake the traveler up. She walked back into the inn, over to the bed where he rested. He looked so peaceful sleeping. That firmness--or was it tiredness?--that had been in his expression yesterday was gone. He was just a boy. She wanted to hear his story, find out where he was from. Maybe I can find out where I...

        What? What was she doing? Thea shook her head and crouched down, nudging his shoulder gently with her hand. He gave a small start, blinking sleepily and looking around. She smiled a little at his confusion, although she tried to hide it. He saw her and his vision cleared a little bit.

        "Oh, thanks," He said, his voice husky from sleep. Thea nodded and stood, letting him wake up on his own. She grabbed her bow and quiver from behind the desk before heading quietly out of the inn.

        The red-orange glow of the sun at the horizon shone over the beach and the water, turning everything a rich golden hue. Although she had lived her entire life in this one village, the sights, sounds, smells, and sensations never failed to take her breath away. Lurelin was so beautiful. Why would she care about where she was 'from?' This was her home. Her family was here. Chessica, Kiana, Rozel... It was selfish of her to want to find the place and people that had never wanted her anyway.

        The endless rushing of the waterfall met her ears as Thea walked up the grassy path to her practice area. She propped up the driftwood target. It was in a sorry state, riddled with dents from her previous attempts to pierce it.

        Thea stood a few feet away from the target, drawing nocking an arrow and drawing it back. Closing one eye, she aimed it straight for the center of the target. The muscles in her arms and back stretched and burned. She let her arrow fly, but her fingers slipped and sent it into the wall of rock behind the target. The sharp arrowhead shattered, falling to pieces.

        "Ugh!" Thea threw her bow down into the grass, storming over to grab the arrow and snapping the wooden shaft in half before throwing it hard, somewhere down the slope. She took a sip of water from the waterfall nearby, cooling her body and temper, before trying again.

        The same ritual. Her arrow was ready, the cord drawn back. This time, her fingers didn't slip. It flew, fast and free, straight towards the target. Thea's breath caught, hopeful. It reached the target--thunk--before falling into the grass below.

        "Gods, what in the actual underworld!" Thea cursed. A month. A whole month of practice, and she couldn't even make an arrow stick in some wood! Was it the wood? It must be the wood's fault. Whatever. I'm going to get it.

        If she was going to use this to defend herself at some point, for whatever reason, she would have to be able to do this. How would she survive if she couldn't fend off a piece of wood, let alone a monster? If the village were attacked, she would be defenseless.

        Thea picked up the fallen arrow, moving back to her position sulkily. She drew it back, again, and was about to fire--

        "Your body isn't turned enough," a voice said behind her, "And your feet could be at a better angle."

        Thea whipped around, angry at the interruption which had broken her concentration. It was the boy. In the late morning sunlight, she could see him better. He stood wearing a red and green patterned tunic, strapped with various brown leather belts and cuffs around his waist, chest, and forearms. From underneath the tunic, silver chain metal peaked out at his waist and wrists. On his muscled legs were tight, beige trousers that went down to tall, brown boots. He certainly had the look of a traveler.

        Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. How long had he been standing there?

        "I don't mean to criticize you," he said, catching the anger in her glare, "I could help you learn, if you want."

        His blue gaze was not mocking or unserious. There was only sincerity. Thea paused in shock, lowering her bow. "I don't even know your name."

        "Link." He said. He didn't demand hers back, perhaps not wanting to pry. Hmm. If she didn't let him teach her, she might be stuck with her arrows sadly ricocheting off the target forever...

        "Okay." she said finally, meeting his gaze with determination and a challenge. "How should I stand then?"

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[the-blackholeus]

Oh and 2016 bebop and rocksteady pls

Bebop was curled up on a blanket far too small for his new size, his massive chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

Rocksteady couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend, his blue eyes studying the form of the gigantic warthog mutant covered in thin yet sturdy brown fur, the glowing mane of purple standing out. His large hand slowly traced along those strong arms that could crush a skull so easily, yet were able to handle delicate things, his fingers brushing over the numerous scars they had obtained over the many years on New York’s streets.

A soft sigh slipped from his lips as he leaned against him, burying his sensitive snout into the warm skin of his lover, taking a deep sniff as he took in his wonderful, clean scent of orange shampoo, Bebop’s favorite. It was comforting, knowing that he was there, knowing that he hadn’t lost him yet, despite the odds.

It was a miracle that they, especially the formerly dark-skinned one, were alive. It had been hard, for the both of them. Thrown out by their parents for their homosexuality, they were exposed to the many dangers of the street, racists, murderers, sexual offenders, those rich bastards that were thinking that they could allow themselves anything just because they have money. They were assaulted, beaten, shot, leaving behind deep, aching wounds not only on their physical, but also mental state.

But despite all of that, they never snapped. They never snapped because they had each other. Bebop was Rocksteady’s anchor, and Rocksteady was Bebs.

They had tended each other’s injuries, with the former red-haired human wrapping his arms around a crying man delusional with high fever and extreme pain. They had stayed at each other's side as they fought for their lives in an abandoned building which's entrance they had found in an alleyway. Even when they were caught and imprisoned, they were imprisoned together, despite the fact that Bebop, being smaller than his large friend, would have been able to escape with ease.

But he hadn’t.

He had stayed. He had risked his life and given up his freedom to be by his beloved side. And he would do it all over again.

Tears swelled up in Rocksteady’s blue eyes at the memory, and some managed to escape and slide down his cheeks, dripping from his chin and into the warthog’s fur. There was a sad smile on his lips as he nudged his snout into that soft belly, trying to make himself comfortable in that rocky flight to Brazil that was filled with turbulences.

It was a miracle that his boyfriend was able to sleep through them, given the fact that it had always been him with the more sensitive stomach.

But he guessed he was tired. Very, very tired.

He couldn’t blame him. He was too.

Ever since Shredder had taken them both underneath his wings made of razor-sharp blades, they were pushed to their limits, the training reaching the point of being so exhausting that they both would simply collapse and sleep in the training hall once they were done. The schedule that they had been forced to go on was hard and unforgiving, not manageable for a simple mortal being.

It was hard. Yet in the end, it was worth it.

While the Japanese was harsh on them, and did not hesitate to call them out on their bullshit, he also provided them with all they needed. They were brought three meals per day fitting for their size, they had their own rooms with beds right next to each other, and the money that he was offering was insane. Devoting themselves to that man had really been the best choice of their lives, even when it had taken them a while to figure it out.

The rhino was unsure whether Shredder knew that they were in a relationship that goes beyond friendship. He never told them that he was aware for the love for each other, but the comments he would sometimes make when it would only be them indicated that he knew more than he let on. Not that it would be surprising, that person had ears of a lux and the eyes of a hawk. He heard and saw everything.

At first, they were afraid to tell him, given the fact that they had lost their family and homes because of their homosexuality before. But after they caught Shredder with a man that was not part of the Foot Clan but still always around shamelessly sharing their physical love in the storage, they realized that the leader of the Footclan was most likely the last person on earth to care.

They planned to tell him afterwards, but it just never came up.

Maybe they would do it after they returned from Brazil…

“Rocky?”, a tired voice suddenly rasped from above him, causing the mutant to lift his head in surprise. His sky-blue eyes met Bebop’s dark ones, still a little glazed over from his deep, dreamless slumber and he watched as he lifted his claws and rub his face to get rid of the tiredness. “Is somethin’ wrong?”

Huffing quietly, the grey mutant smiled and pushed back every negative thought into the back of his troubled mind, not wanting to worry his boyfriend with his mindset. He knew that they could talk about everything, with Bebop being the last one to judge. But he looked so wonderful and happy. He didn’t want to ruin this.

“Nah…”, he shook his head, robbing up so he could press a kiss against that wet, cold snout. “I just got lost in thought. Not anyone to talk to when you’re sleeping. Those foot soldiers are like taxidermized dog. Ain’t doing shit to entertain us.”

A rough laugh tore from furred beings throat and he reached out, wrapping his thick arms around his shoulder and pressing him against his wonderfully round stomach. “I know. They’re like statues. Not sure if they are really just boring or simply sleepin’ standing up. I’m sure they can do that.”

“Yeah…that’s a possibility too.”, he muttered as he cuddled up against him once more, stealing another kiss, but this time from his mouth. “Those fitness plans are fuckin’ nuts.”

They giggled together, the smaller adjusting his position so he would fully face his romantic and sexual partner. “Yeah, sure is. I’m gonna lose my tummy if we keep going like this.”

“Nooo, not my fur pillow…”, the grey mutant complained and began to stroke the large, round body part that he had begun to sleep on during the night. It was criminally comfortable, and he really didn’t wanna give it up. “You gotta eat more cake!”

“You know damn well that I’m gonna do that.”, the purple-haired man grinned brightly. “They’re WAY too good to just leave them behind. Once we’re gettin’ back to New York, we’re gonna make a good “Boy’s Night”! Maybe Shredder will even join us with that boyfriend of his! You know, that huge man that is always around.”

“I remember, yeah.”

“So, this stands?”, the warthog asked, his ears twitching with excitement. His boyfriend nodded frantically.

“It sure does!”

[petervintonjr]

Long one today. And it is not going to be an easy read, so decide now.

In the weeks leading up to the November 2, 1920 elections, the small unincorporated Florida town of Ocoee, just northwest of Orlando, saw an alarming uptick in parades of white supremacists' marches and rallies, vowing that no Black citizen would be permitted to vote. Sure enough, on November 2 many determined Black citizens did indeed turn up at polling places and were barred from entering on one flimsy Jim Crow pretext or another; and in many instances where they did enter, found their names "mysteriously" absent from registration rolls. Not everyone was so easily dissuaded, and a lawsuit was filed against the County that very day by one Mose Norman, a well-to-do orange grove owner. Norman returned from Orlando later that afternoon after having met with Judge John M. Cheney, an aspiring Senate candidate who was himself a strong advocate for Black voter registration. Judge Cheney instructed Norman to return to Ocoee and collect the names of every Black citizen who had not been permitted to vote and to also record the names of each and every poll worker who had denied them. Mose Norman did so and defiantly decreed, "We will vote, by God!"

The response from the Ku Klux Klan and their Dixiecrat apologists/fanboys was predictable and immediate: over the next two days more than 25 homes, the masonic lodge, a school, and the African Methodist Episcopal Church would be burned to the ground --some with people still inside. In total an estimated 56 Black people would be brutally murdered, and an entire Black population essentially purged, not only from the town itself but very nearly from historical memory.

One of the first people to be murdered by the mob was Julius "July" Perry, a longtime friend of Norman; another well-to-do farm owner, and a respected local labor leader and church deacon, known for aggressively speaking out on behalf of Blacks to be educated, and to stand up for themselves as full and first-class citizens. In an essay Ocoee On Fire by Jason Byrne, Perry is described as a "civil rights leader before there was a civil rights movement." Having been identified by an angry white mob as an "instigator," Norman Mose had fled to Perry's home but unfortunately the mob soon twigged to Mose's whereabouts and surrounded Perry's home. The ringleader, a former Orlando police officer named Sam Salisbury, was the first to force his way into the house. Unfortunately the specifics of the confrontation are widely conflicting, which of course muddies an honest reckoning of events even decades later. Perry's wife and children, also cornered in the house, defended themselves --in particular his daughter Coretha swung a rifle into Salisbury's stomach, which (apocryphally) then fired and prompted hails of bullets from both inside and outside the house. Two of the mob were killed as they tried to force their way into the back door, and July and Coretha were both wounded, but in the confusion Perry's family managed to escape. By then the word had gone out and additional Klan had descended on the small town in more than 50 cars, having arrived from surrounding counties and towns. The so-called "local militia," curiously populated by more outsiders than actual locals, organized a manhunt and Perry was soon arrested. Later that evening a lynch mob descended on the county jail where Perry was being held, and local sheriff Frank Gordon promptly handed over the keys to his cell.

The following morning Perry's beaten and bullet-ridden body, having allegedly been dragged through the streets by vigilantes, was found hanging from a telephone pole near the entrance to the Orlando Country Club --in easy view from the front of Judge Cheney's home. The message was clear. Perry's body was quietly interred in an unmarked grave until 2002, when a local movement finally deduced his remains' location and at last moved him to a memorial grave at Greenwood Cemetery in Orlando.

In a weirdly uncharacteristic (and frankly suspicious) reversal of the present-day imperative that is currently being pushed by Florida education officials, a law was signed by Gov. Ron DeSantis requiring that the Ocoee Election Day Massacre be taught in Florida schools. A section of State Route 438 has been renamed July Perry Highway, and historic markers have been placed and dedicated. Perhaps the most significant landmark, though, is Perry's gravesite itself --traditionally after every election, scores of voters drop by to affix their "I Voted" stickers to the headstone.

View The Truth Laid Bare, a 12-minute video produced by the University of Central Florida, about the Ocoee Massacre.

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The Bahamas 2024, Cat Island. Part 5

After leaving Alligator Point, Cat Island, (Photo above), we headed south for Pigeon Creek.

I believe this is the entrance to a Flank Cave at Bens Bluff settlement. We just swung by but plan on exploring it next year.

This is a diagram done by some British Explorers in 1986.

This is a goggle earth view of the mouth of Pigeon Creek. Nancy and I took two paddle boards through the maze of creeks to find a “Boiling Hole.”

Using the paddleboards we can see above the short mangroves. It gets too shallow for a dinghy. Luckily someone has marked the entrance with some bouys and radar reflectors they found.

Easy to get lost in here.

Getting ready to snorkel the “boiling hole” which showed a current bubbling up.

This is the “boiling water hole”. There was one Green turtle living here.

This was explored by a British diving team in 1986.

We made it back to the boat and stowed the paddleboards aboard. They were fully pumped up and sitting in the sun. Nancy’s paddleboard lives on deck in the sun all the time. This was the first time mine was on deck. I started the water maker and was monitoring it, since this was only the second time after changing the filter. Nancy and I heard a loud whistle and then a bang. We both thought the water maker had blown up. But it was still working. After a while I realized my paddleboard had split a seam. It was a total wreck and had to be thrown out.

This is Duke Moss owner of Dukes Conch Shack in New Bight, Cat Island. He was just coming in with his catch from the day. A boat load of Conch, several speared grouper and snapper plus several huge Crawfish. Crawfish are out of season, well except for locals in the out islands.

Duke puts the live conch inside a large net, which is the dark thing in the water above. When you order a conch salad, Duke walks across the road and then wades out to this net to grab as many conch as he needs. Other guys will punch a hole in the lip and tie five conch together so they don’t crawl away. We like to go through the pile of conch shells behind Dukes and take home big beautiful conch with only a small hole in the top.

On the left is Ishmael and Duke on the right at “Dukes.” Ishmael is extremely smart and fun to have a worldly conversation with. I call him, “The sage of Cat Island.” Duke is low key. He has worked on the mailboats and spent time in the Royal Bahamas Defence Force. “Duke’s” is the place to hang out. You never know who will stop by.

I was asking Duke about the “Boiling hole”, he said as kids they would walk there from the road. He thought about stocking it as a lobster farm.

My dinghy had a small hole in the bow section. Every two days I would have to pump it up. So today I decided to haul it up on the beach a patch the hole. It has lasted the rest of the season.

Several folks staying on the island stopped by Dukes while we there. Duke stands and the far side of the shack. Where he cleans the conch and makes the different conch salads. The conversation turned to sharks. Duke just keeps smiling and working. People were telling their second hand stories of scary encounters with sharks. Duke is not saying a thing. Knowing he spear fishes every couple of days in shark infested waters. And the fierce Oceanic White tip sharks are plentiful just off shore. I asked what encounters he has had. He very matter of factly answered that he sees sharks on a daily basis. Most leave him alone. Except of course the one that bit him in the back of the thigh. That shut everyone up. Duke has also busted an ear drum diving and is a wee bit hard of hearing on that side.

The “Cat Island Motorcycle Club” roared through New Bight then turned around and came back stopping for beers. So we talked with them. We had seen one f them on his fishing boat in Orange Creek earlier. The owners of the resort at Orange Creek were also in the group.

Pompey showed up as usual. Still going strong.

An abandoned car with a license plate still attached!

I have been looking at every abandoned car. In The Bahamas each vehicle has a license on the back as well as the front. But when they abandon them they remove the plates. I really wanted a Cat Island plate. Several cars in Islamorada have plates from Bimini. I would take it but preferred the one from Cat Island. Nancy found this one on the way back from the grocery store. So we went back with tools and removed it.

Here it is on my truck.

Hidden Treasures moved from the Queens highway to New Bight fish fry row. Didn’t get a chance to try them. His wife is the Tourist Board lady.

Nancy had a small issue with her eye we wanted to watch. It resolved itself but any medical issues are a real problem this far out and concern us.

Weather was going to be great for the next 4 days. So we made our run to Conception Island. Once there we would not have access to any weather information unless it came from a fellow cruiser who had Starlink. As we rounded the SW corner of Cat Island a couple of dolphin ran along side us for a few minutes (see photo above).

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A Bloom In Time Ch14 Subcon's State

www.youtube.com/watch?v=68p19wzt2OM&list=LL&index=11&t=0s

(All the things in the Sucon Forest are shown in the video above and if you want to see them just skim through the video here. This is also going on my headcannon that all the ruins and houses were remains of the town near Vanessa's manor. Skip to 27:14 in the video for the fountain, 30:37 for the town hall(A.K.A where the giant shattered time piece was), and 31:30 for the old cafe area. These are just my headcannons tho that they're the remains of the original village from the Subcon storybook. The giant grave stone can be seen at 26:14.)

"Back to the ship?"

Poppy had questioned the little girl who happily pulled her along and nodded with a hum to her question. Snatcher had told her to take Poppy back to the ship and Bow didn't want to make the ghost any more cranky than he seemed, Hattie trotted behind to catch up to the two girls as Bow continued to happily walk happily holding her hand like the responsible child she was. Poppy however was not very enthusiastic about being teleported AGAIN to the ship, but luckily Hattie had the most brilliant of brilliant ideas for space travel with a grown up. Which is why she was so proud when she grabbed Poppy's hand and started to lead her over to a small clearing in front of them. The thick fog in Snatcher's Forest is kinda tricky but there was the Subcon Village that provided a strong signal from their umbrellas to one of her telescopes. All she had to do was for both of them to hold onto Poppy and with their combined power they should be able to- Both kids stopped when Poppy stopped at the very edge of the long, black thorn vine that lead to the infamous ghost's home and suddenly stared straight ahead. Any subconite or dweller that wasn't scared off by Snatcher's yelling to go back to their posts was still staring in their direction. 

".....Ms. Poppy?," Hattie asked quietly tugging on her still semi soaked dress. "Do you need help getting down? It's ok. We can help you."

She didn't respond and instead still stared straight ahead in front of them at the dirt path that lead to and from Snatcher's tree. The old metal fencing(or what was left of it) on either side of the road creaked with tiny groans as the wind blew, pushing around a little bit of her hair and clothes around. Some of the leaves on the dead trees rustled along with it and a few orange-red ones fell and wobbled past her towards the ground- She jumped when a pair of his minions giggled mischief like and ran down the dirt road. Their child like laughter echoing throughout the forest and into the fog as they soon disappeared from sight somewhere beyond the foggy path. A leaf suddenly fell on her face blocking her view from the weird world for a moment and instead welcoming her to a new brighter one from her memory. Of people with their horses and wagons with goods, or just plain walking down the road minding they're own business. She'd often take this road back and forth with suppilies to her stand and small house outside of town, two little children would always run up and down the road wearing those goofy play masks back and forth. Right by the entrance to the town where there was a gigantic tree planted by the founder of the town himself to grow along with the town itself. Quite poetic. It was the biggest tree she had ever seen, and admired the oak in all it's glory-

As soon as the memory of smiling people, and beautiful greenery came it went as Poppy scrambled at her face to push the leaf off. Blue eyes blinking and lungs panting as she once again was faced with the sight of the gloomy haunted forest before her and the two little girls who were confused and slightly worried staring up at her still. The reality and memory hitting her so hard that Poppy nearly fell off the giant thorn and would've fallen on her face if the two girls hadn't grabbed onto the back of her dress and pulled her back to her feet thankfully. She wobbled a little but stood straight up again and blinked. Looking around back at the tree home of the ghost and blinking at it....before her head turned towards around the tree and in a different direction from the fence surrounding it. 

"Ms. Poppy. Be careful!"........When neither children got a response from her they gave each other looks before Bow gently tugged on her dress to get her attention. "Ms Poppy, are you ok?"

"....I know this place." She looked down in thought for a moment hand shaking before pointng in the direction of Snatcher's home. "T-The Great Oak was here! W-Which means in that direction would be-..."

She pointed into the forest and both girls looked in that direction still confused, but neither had time to react before the older lady suddenly moved along the giant thorn vine connected to the tree and jumped off it. An adreneline rush to her body as she ran around the home and towards the other side of it. The girls yelped and ran after her as she started off to who knows where. Unfortunately it didn't stop her from running up to the wooden fence near it and hopping over the posts. 

"Uh...Boss?" One of the minions tapped at his tail making the giant ghost hum and turn his head around. The minion nervously pointed towards the home and his yellow eyes looked in that direction just in time to see two little figures jumping the wooden fence before disappearing into the woods east of the home and he instantly scowled.

"What the peck are they doing now?"

The woods of dead trees and fog meant nothing to her anymore as she hoped the fence and began running in the direction that felt so familiar to her. The girls right on her tail calling out for her to come back, but the rush of knowing this was-...It HAD to have been here once. The old dirt path was no where in sight as she ran but that didn't stop her heart from pumping as she did so. She barely even noticed more of those colorful worm ghosts floating around or the occasional minion peeping surprised to see her if they haven't seen her already from the small meeting at Snatcher's home. Finally stopping, she heaved as she looked around the forested area, hands coming up to push messy, dirty red hair from her face for better veiwing. The gloomy purple aura and the dead trees gave her no familiar feeling at all and now..... The pale woman dropped her arms seeing nothing but dead cursed woods around her. The girls finally catching up and stopping next to her annoyed.

Hattie being the first to grab at her dress again. "Hey! Have you gone bananas!? I'm already in big trouble for dropping you! Snatcher's going to be more grumpy now!"

"I-...It was here!" Poppy looked down at the ground and let go of her bangs that flopped back into place, as she stomped. "It was RIGHT here!"

"What was?," Bow asked confused.

 But Poppy just started forward again looking around at the grey-green grass and started walking forward again, looking....SEARCHING for something unfamiliar to the children trailing behind her looking worried and confused as to what exactly she was doing but she knew what she was looking for....And a small gasp escaped her when she saw it. Or more like the beginnings of it. Shuffling her feet around in the dirt she finally saw the beginnings of flat, worn out stone that wouldn't be noticed by anyone if you weren't looking for it specifically. The thousand years were not kind to whatever structure was left here, but she knew what it was. The start where the now long gone dirt road would've turned into cobblestone leading into the village ...Which meant that..Poppy's eyes widened and she started forward again and this time keeping her eyes down and tapping her feet along as she walked revealing more and more flat rocks hidden under moss, grass, and dirt from years and years of wild life taking over. The girls following behind seeming to understand now that the path was starting to have a little more give way and more bricks were starting to show through the dirt until an old ancient pathway finally gave way to only a few cobblestones at a time here and there and the three of them were walking along what looked like a stone path long forgotten and slowly being chipped away by the elements...Which was EXACTLY what poppy was looking for. Her eyes widened in wonder as she know walked clearly on the path, staring down at the cracked and badly worn n uneven cobblestones with grass poking out from all the cracks. If she remembered right, this path lead to the center of town. And around that was all kinds of houses and mini pathways between them. 

"Where are we going?," Bow asked still following behind the older woman and looking to Hattie who shrugged. 

"The town's square!,'' she replied the child almost excited as she finally looked up from the road.....And stopped. The girls stopping by her heels and looking at her as she stared straight ahead before looking there too. Before them was an old archway that looked like it was the beginning of some ruins of some ancient civilization.  In the slightly foggy surroundings she could see more and more half stone remains, black against the grey and purple. Now getting a look at her new surroundings away from the foggy swamp area, she could clearly see MORE of those many dead trees and gigantic black thorn vines everywhere. Above the archway was two pillars with those beautiful statues of winged people she knew the lovely town had, but these statues didn't even have any heads, giving them a  much more menacing appearance. Right behind the archway was the actual road. Still very very broken, but it was more intack than the path she had been following, and beyond she could faintly see more ruins with stone remains of buildings. She still stood there as a breeze took through again moving what hair and parts of her dress wasn't still damps making her shiver. But the two girls didn't seem fazed at all being there before and looking around at the forest surrounding them, utterly confused as to what they were supposed to be looking at exactly but when Poppy slowly began to move forward again they blinked in surprise but followed her none the less as she neared the archway. It loomed over her the closer she approuched it and her body sucked in a breath she didn't know she needed when the shadow of the arch crossed over her slowly walking form.  The beheaded statues glaring down at her silently as she passed, and stepped onto the path(or what was left of it and began forward. Hattie gave a scowl up to the behead statues as they passed, grip on her trusty umbrella becoming stronger as they passed just in case one of them decided to be a peckneck and chase them. She'd have to fend them off again if that happened. The stacked up old rotting houses and ruins of large stone buildings formed more and more as the further they walked in. Their footsteps echoing around them as they still walked, and Poppy looked around at all the old ruins of what once was houses. Bright, colorful houses and small businesses. All with happy people and their children running in and out all day wearing silly masks playing pretend while the parents and older folk ran the village as usual. The statues bringing joy with their smiling faces and having heads. As they went deeper, Poppy spotted some of the statues that still had heads thank goodness. So not all of them were in that state, but didn't notice Hattie glaring at any she passed until she froze. The end of the path laid ahead of them and ended right before some large stone ruins. Oh. Hattie recognized this place for sure. There was a time rift here she had to fix once and the place she met Timmy. The breeze still ever present blew a few leaves towards the ground where she was standing and Poppy watched as they blew passed her. Blue eyes lazily watching as they fluttered over towards a pretty strange sight that made her blink- "DAH!!" Something snagged the back of her dress as she began forward again and a quick turn of her head confirmed it to be both the girls yanking her back as if her life depended on it. "What in tarnation are you two doing?!"

Bow was the first to speak with a worried voice. "Please don't go that way!,'' she pleaded with big eyes, "The mean statue will get you!"

"What statue?"

Hattie pointed her umbrella at a headless statue that was right next to the path up ahead of them. "THAT statue! No head means it's dangerous! It's cursed and it's gonna chase you if you get too close!"

Poppy immediately looked to where the girl was pointing and stopped. Yes there was a headless statue right there a mere inches away from the path, but it was what was right BEHIND the statue that got her attention. One being that there was a magical blue, glowing cello in the middle of what looked like used to be stone floor, the roof and walls of the building already wasted away. Only leaving a few giant bricks. .....Giant oak walls suddenly clouded her mind. A small cozy place, where any one and everyone could go in and have a small break while reading away by the fireplace- 

"OOF!!" Both girls fell flat on their stomachs as she once again rushed forward, forgetting about the small children behind her for a moment in favor of running the rest of the way down the path and making a break for the faint glow of magical blue cello's and a burning fireplace. "HEY!! THAT WASN'T COOL!!" Hattie's shouting did nothing as the two got up and ran after her again more annoyed. Passing the statue, Hattie gave a stink eye at and one of her famous raspberries as it thankfully remained unmoving there as it should be if it didn't want to face her umbrella's wrath! She was grumpy enough as it was as she caught up with Bow and Poppy finally who was currently staring in wonder at the glowing blue cello, right next to the glowing Blue table and chairs. As if she was seeing another ghost. 

....Poppy's eyes widened in wonder before the older woman, against her better nature, reached a shaking hand out and place in right onto the table, letting out a small gasp when her hand didn't go through. She was expecting to go right through the ghostly looking thing but didn't. It felt cool like an almost ice cube. "W-What is this?...Wait a minute." She suddenly snapped behind her at the old fireplace who for some reason was burning with a regular orange fire. Next to it was a couple logs presumably for the fire, an old chest, a small pot with two old umbrellas, and some time of random painting on a tree right behind some of the old giant bricks. Where shiny oak walls used to be and her eyes widened. "This...The library!" Her eyes went back towards the direction of the statue. A shelf with old books, too worn out to ever read again laying there and a long destroyed grandfather clock no longer ticking. But it was clear as day as to where she was standing right now. Yes. The library was the first business down the west path of the Great Oak Tree when you first enter the village. It was a pretty small business but the village was pretty small so it makes sense. And that means next to it was the school house and a little ways from that was the town hall.  She looked in the direction of the once cute and small stone school house. Nothing but a stone skeleton of pillars and a single rusty lanturn swinging in the breeze from above one of them. All gone. 

"A library?," Hattie looked confused at her again like she sprouted a pair of antlers, "This is where Timmy likes to hang out. Hmm...Haven't seen him yet. I wonder where he is now?"

Poppy didn't pay attention to whomever 'Timmy' was, just pointed at the remains of the old building. "Yes it is...Or at least it was. T-This was a library. A-And that was a school house and over there-...." She stopped pointing in a direction the girls looked. Giant ruins of what was unboutedly large building remained surrounded by the remains of a metal fence around it as she silently stared at it for a good long silent moment. "....The town hall. The mayor lived there. A descendant of the founder you know."

"Hey! I know that place! I fixed a time rift there once!"

Poppy still didn't pay attention. Instead she looked down almost back the way they came but at an angle...There used to be another path here that branched off down the way there towards the village square where most of the homes were...and her stand. Without thinking she began walking in that direction. Mind almost blank and going on second nature. Not paying attention to anything the girls were saying now as she blankly walked and just walked. Past dead trees and their mossy branches. Past more ruins and cracked statues. More fog and more ghosts curiously watching as they walked by. The only thing her blank mind registered at the moment was the couple of graves she saw. The girls only getting more annoyed and confused as she kept on walking-

And walking.

And walking.

And WALKING!!

The air around them had started to become slightly harder as they neared the burning constantly smoking  part of the woods where they really shouldn't be. The embers lit up partially this part of the fog as she continued to walk. The smell of ash and burning plants filling the breeze. Until they all came across a different set of ruins the girls had also seen before. Poppy suddenly stopped....looking up at the large stone monument that was once proudly taken care of. Now only remained a said reminder of what once was, lit by a couple old lanturns on the ground near it's base and the burning woods a few yards away from them. At least the breezes were a little better than the cold ones now.

"The Founder's resting place," she mumbled before starting to walk again. Looking forward at the ruins that laid ahead of them. By now the girls gave each other a look before starting to walk behind her. By now a few curious subconites and dwellers had started gathering around and following curiously as the three walked on and on throughout the forest as Poppy still walked and walked. It wasn't long until they all found themselves in front of what was the town square. there was nothing left barely. A couple old ruins of the buildings that surrounded the giant grand fountain in the town square were gone minus some old ruins that were bourded up with rotting wooden planks, have rusty fencing, road all but gone, and some plants here and there. The once proud fountain itself all dried up and just sitting there like some poor excuse for a statue. Yet another headless statue standing in the middle of it. Once it had beautiful crystal clear water running all through it. Now it was nothing but a sorry waste of stone. "...What ever happened to this place?" She asked herself just loud enough for only her to hear, walking up towards the fountain as the two girls looked to each other and began talking again but her mind didn't register what. As she walked up to the fountain's remains cracked and belittled. .....And placing a hand on it. It was rough and cold as she expected and devoid of like. Running along all those cracks formed from years of weathering away and sighed. "He was right...I-It's all gone."

A small sniff came out followed by her closing her eyes to keep any tears inside and her body shook slightly. The Snatcher was right. The home she knew really wasn't here anymore and she would never be able to get it back...Unfortunately her grief prevented her from hearing the upcoming danger ahead. But Hattie sure saw it when the stone menace dropped from the top of the fountain with a thud and turned it's headless body towards Poppy as the little girl's eyes widened in horror.

"MISS POPPY RUN!!"

A shadow loomed over the woman and she looked behind her, blue eyes going small at the sight of the headless stone monster reaching towards her out of some nightmare. A shriek louder than anything they ever heard before tore through the forest as the red hair woman made a run for it in the opposite direction fear and adreniline pumping through her veins as she ran away from the terrible thing that gave chase to it's prey. The girls screaming something after them as they too gave chase after them. The absolute feeling of looming dread and fear fueled the horrofied woman as she ran through the woods as fast and as far as possible but one look over her shoulders gave her a tiny scream again when she realized it was still right behind her and grabbed at her with it's cold stone hand. Barely missing her hair with every grab. Turning back in front of her breathing heavily and making a sharp turn to try and shake it off. Slipping on a few leaves and falling to half a knee but managed to straighten back up and keep running but unfortunately didn't shake the statue. Running and breathing the cool air into her burning lungs from the amount of heavy breathing the adrenaline caused. Feet thumping against the ground to where she could hear her own footsteps, and the heavy footsteps of the stone monster behind her. 

"LEAVE HER ALONE YOU PECK NECK REJECT!!!," Hattie shouted at the statue one hand on her hat and the other swinging the umbrella at the statue's heels. 

"RUN MS POPPY!! DON'T LOOK BACK!!," Bow yelled unhelpfully behind them.

Poppy could only whimper as she still ran with fear of whatever that statue would do to her on her tail. What was she supposed to do?! She couldn't think straight right now with her mind so focused on running away and now dying.

"GRAB THE NOOSE?!"

"THE WHAT?!," her scared self screeched out not daring to look behind her.

Hattie pointed her umbrella ahead of them. "THE ROPE WITH THE SHINY BLUE ROCKS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! GRAB IT QUICK!!" 

In her panicked mind she looked for blue rope and her mind did see a rope with blue crystals jutting out from it attatched to a tree. She didn't recognize it as any noose in this state. Only the though that maybe she could climb it and get away crossed her mind. Which is why when she oh so desperately reached her hands out for it and eventually grabbed it, heart hammering against her ribcage, she shrieked again when the thing suddenly clamped down onto her wrist and up, up, up she went. The girls stopping on their heels and watching the grown woman dangle up in the middle of the air wriggling around like a worm on a hook before looking down and gasping from the height. Other hand immediately clamping around the rope spun around her wrist. She must've easily been twenty or more pecking feet above the ground.

"And up we go~," a deep voice cooed but she barely paid attention to it still gasping for air and staring at the ground in fear. The two children were  standing a few yards away from the statue, Hattie glaring and Bow looking worried as it circled where Poppy was hanging a few times before changing direction and running a different way. They all watched as it ran back off towards the fountain area and once it disappeared within the ruins Poppy felt a small wave of relief wash over her. But just barely. She was still high up in the air!!! " Why hello there.~ You look....new around here.~" The same deep voiced cooed out which snapped her attention back up and around the area fear still present on her face. "You know." Blue crystals on the rope glowed like magic as the deep voice echoed out through the air. "I haven't seen a solid neck like yours for a long time.~"

......That was all it took. Another shriek cut through the air and soon enough she was thrashing and pulling at the thing like a mad man to let her go like a monster did catch her.

"Be careful now.~ I don't want to see you meet a miserable end anywhere.~ ....But with me.~ Take it easy my friend.~"

"LET ME GO!! SOMEONE GET ME THE PECK DOWN RIGHT NOW!! HELP ME!!"

"Calm down! We'll get you down promise!," Bow shouted up trying to calm down the raging woman clawing at her clutched hand despite the danger she was in.  

The blue crystals were digging into her skin and scraping it. She was going to have one heck of a rope burn after this but she didn't care as long as she got away and to the safety of the ground below. Which would surely hurt but there was no PECKING way she was staying here like this! She wanted OUT of this nightmare fueled forest! To run and never look back! Nothing was here but bad things to hurt her and lost memories. Tears started to water in her eyes as Poppy's throat clenched and it was becoming hard to breath with that and her heart hammering and lungs forcing air past that clenched throat of her-

"Are you done?," a raspy voice asked her which made her completely stop and open her eyes to meet glowing yellow ones just a few inches away from her face. the giant ghost was scowling at her with crossed arms raising a brow at her situation before groaning and shaking his head. "I leave for less than a minute and you run off like an idiot in a dangerous forest where you can get hurt? Did you even listen to me at all?"

.....She choked and a couple tears fell down her cheeks. "I-Im sorry! Really I am! J-Just p-please help me!"

...Snatcher's face fell seeing her cry like that but sighed and uncrossed his arms  to grab her. "Fine. But maybe now you'll listen." Her body was gently lifted into an almost bridal style as he lifted her up relieving most of the strain on her wrist as he glared down the noose. "Let her go before I burn you into nothing but ashes!"

Instantly like Magic, the grip on her wrist went away and she wretched her hand to her clutching it to her chest as she stared at the receeding rope. "I'm always here for you, Sir.~"

"Yeah. I'm sure you are." His gaze softened as he looked back to her. "Hey. Are you alright?" She didn't answer. Instead staring down to her wrist which had a mark where the rope dug into her tightly and a few scrapes like she suspected. Making him hum. "You'll be fine. Just put some ice on it and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"You can grab onto me whenever you'd like, as long as I get a glimpse of that neck of yours.~"

"PECK OFF!!" Snatcher yelled at the rope as Poppy curled in on herself and leaned more into his hold as he glared at the rope while sinking down towards the ground......Huh. Funny. Why did this situation feel familiar? Snatcher was looking at her with a soft expression as he lowered near the ground, dipping himself down once he got close enough to softly place the panting woman onto the soft ground making her flinch at the sudden action of solid under her body again. Then leaning back up to recross his arms as the girls ran on over to make sure she was ok. By now the small crowd of minions looked around at her having followed their leader over to her to watch the ruckus. "Well....I hope you're satisfied now from your little adventure."

.....The shaking woman weakly pointed back upwards. "That-...It-.....T-TALKING ROPE!! MOSTER STATUE!!.....NO HEAD!!"

...Snatcher looked over to the girls for an explaination and Bow pointed towards the fountain ruins. "The..statue chased her."

He groaned and reached up to punch the area on his face where a nose would've been if he still had one. "Out of all the stupid-...Fine. You know what?" He held up his claws. "It's fine. Let this be a teaching moment for all of you. And what have we learnt today?"

"...Uh....Keep Poppy away from statues?"

"No!...Well, yes. But it's actually keep away from dangerous cursed objects." His gaze went back to the woman still having a moment on the ground clutching her chest and staring up at him and sighed. "Now do you see? There's nothing left of your old home. But us." His claws gestured to the surrounding minions and himself. "We're all that's left and you should accept that's how it is now before you get hurt. Believe me the sooner you do the sooner everything starts to get better for you. Kids. Take her home now."

The girls didn't question the spook as he watched them struggle to get her on her wobbly legs and pushed towards an open clearing much better suited for a signal to the telescopes as Snatcher silently watched them take her away with a slightly soft frown. He knew all too well the panic and need to see for himself what was destroyed before he came to terms with anything right after his death.

"Hey, Boss?" One of the minions gave him a curious look. "Wasn't that a little harsh?"

"......No. The sooner she accepts things the better. Everyone back to your post. I have business to take care of."

[laelianas]

Prompt - “Do I look beautiful?” “Yes, and absolutely powerful, my Queen.” (1097 words)

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. A phrase uttered too often for the Queen’s liking – it might be true but all it did was remind her that her subjects viewed her as inept in her position. Queen Lyla Penelope DeBouvioure the 9th, of the Imperial Kingdom of Mortillia, forever found herself frustrated with her position; she was Queen, yet she was barely afforded the privilege of it sometimes. Ministers and Lords flocked to her for all the wrong reasons as they scrabbled to find a way to hold onto the influence that they held during her late father's reign. A foolish man. A stupid old man. The man who made a mockery of her family in the eyes of the people and destroyed everything her grandfather had built. A once strong and prominent kingdom now a disgrace amongst the nations of the world. She hoped he had been damned to hell, cursed his name aloud as the door to her office opened revealing her Sworn Sword, Amythea, smiling brightly as they came in.

“Good morning Your Majesty! I see you’re in bright spirits this morning in the wake of a brand-new day!” Their happy go attitude was truly infectious, and Lyla caught herself smiling slightly at the entrance of the bright-eyed bodyguard and their lack of conduct.

“You do realise you’re meant to knock and wait for me to let you come in, right? You’re also meant to bow as you enter, Amythea, do you have no respect for your Queen?” Lyla would return with a small smirk as she enjoyed the embarrassment creep up Amythea’s face as they realised what they were doing.

They threw their head down quickly in a bow and yelled various apologies causing a laugh to escape the lips of the frustrated Queen. Amythea never failed to improve her day no matter what had happened. As they rose their head Lyla was greeted with a bashful smile, one that stretched the various scars on their face, and a final quieter apology. With that Amythea would provide their Queen with various reports to start the day; her morning soon found itself full of paperwork and ink – a monarch truly could never rest as long as their kingdom remained alive. She decided to take that as a positive, so long as she still had things to sign that meant that the people were still there and just waiting for her to improve everything again. However, that didn’t take away from the fact that doing paperwork all the time was so very boring. It seemed it was especially boring for her Sworn Sword, who wasn’t even doing the paperwork, as she found herself listening to them pacing outside her door – their boots clacking in an uneven rhythm that was starting to drive her quite mad. So mad that she found herself walking over to the door and opening it to a startled soldier. Lyla stared at them for a moment, as she did it Amythea imagined the various ways that their Queen could kill them with her eyes, before groaning and demanding a walk.

The palace gardens were truly a vision in the summer season: the flowers were in full bloom, painting an orange and red glow across the garden, alongside the towering oak trees that had sat there for generations. The Queen would pause, her protector stopping just behind her, and would take a deep breath in before sighing heavily and turning to face her shadow.

“You’re bored. Aren’t you, Amythea?” She’d hold Amythea’s eyes for a moment before the sheepish defender before they glanced away from her.

“Of course not, I would never-“

“You hate being a guard, you can’t stand all the… Well, the standing. Am I wrong?”

“Well, no not exactly but –. “Amythea found their words cut off a second time.

“Exactly, I’m right. You need to have constant action and movement, being my protector can’t provide that – especially now that I’m in charge of everything. Honestly, I have half a mind to release you from your oath because it’s driving us both insane-.” It was Lyla’s turn to find herself cut off mid-sentence as Amythea clasped a rough hand over her mouth.

“Don’t say that. You don’t mean it. Don’t throw away my devotion to you, please.”

Lyla stared at them, wide eyed and confused, unsure of what to say. No one had ever spoken to her in such a way. No one had ever requested her to accept their unrelenting loyalty and not to let go. There was no request for something in return, only to not throw them away. She didn’t know what to do. How does one react to someone staring at them so intently with utter devotion. Unwavering and open devotion that was more than just duty.

“You feel like you’re alone right now, I see it in your eyes every day, monsters looking to bleed you dry in every aspect of your life, right? Well, let me protect you from it; allow me to be your sword and guide me towards your enemies. I will do anything you ask of me, My Queen, even if I find it tedious or uninteresting, I will do it to the best of my ability. I’m sorry I haven’t shown you my devotion clearly enough recently when you needed it most. “

They’d remove their hand from their Queen’s mouth, sinking onto on knee and bowing their head.

“Use me. Mind, body, and soul I am yours to use as you see fit My Lady. The monsters that fill your court will meet my blade if you wish that of me and I will do it without question. You are everything to me, my muse, the one I will forever devote myself to and I will never be bored of serving you.”

Lyla would swallow hard, accepting the fact that someone would devote themselves so wholly to her was a strange concept that she didn’t think she could ever find herself getting used to. She’d clench her fists before relaxing her hands and placing one upon their head.

“Do I look beautiful to you, as I am?” She’d ask them cautiously.

“Yes, and absolutely powerful, my Queen.” They’d reply quickly and without doubt.

She’d nod lightly before motioning for them to stand. She found herself clearing her throat of a thick feeling before speaking again.

“Well, I have more paperwork to do so we best end our trip out here.”

“Then I look forward to guarding the door once again, Your Majesty.”

A/N - Any feedback would be awesome!

[asiadoesstuff]

@sillysadduck

I had a Dream. Of both of my Hyperfixations. 2 NIGHTS IN A ROW. 🤩

The 1st Dream was Spooky Month, and the 2nd Dream was DHMIS. Specifically your designs of the Trio. 👀

So here’s the DHMIS Dream:

Red, Duck, and Yellow go on Holiday. Specifically to this Hotel Room in this Town that I have been to in my dream many times before. They stay in a Premier Inn Hotel Room, and everything seems OK. Cue the comedy and banter between the 3, but no violence. Cute, right? Well, like a usual DHMIS Episode, something goes wrong.

I can’t remember all the details, but the Trio get knocked out by some entity.

Red is the 1st to wake up. He examines the place he woke up in: A Cage. The cage has criss-crossed metal as the walls, and strong metal gauze as the floor. The Cage seems to be hammered to the wall. Not only that, but they seem to be in a Cave aswell; a very well-lit one too, due to being able to see that the cave is an orange-red colour. Duck & Yellow are in a cage aswell.

There’s a hole and platform below the cages; the hole presumably being an entrance to the platform; both being positioned so you could have a good view of the 3 cages if you stood on the platform. Yellow & Duck wake up, both being disorientated and confused as to where they are.

Then suddenly, someone walks out from the dark hole and onto the platform: Lesley.

She walks out with both her hands behind her back with a smug grin plastered on her face. Instead of being fully realistic, she looks quite cartoonish, but still quite realistic. Cue Yellow having serious Deja-Vu, Red shouting “Who on earth are you!?” And Lesley introducing herself. She explains why they’re here: She wants to try “A new method of torture.” She then goes on to what is going to happen.

The cave is going to start filling up with water. All the way up to the top. Obviously, the Trio are going to start drowning; that’s the torture. She then leaves a snide remark: “Let’s see who’s going to drown first!”

She then says “And I won’t worry about you 3 dying, I have plenty of backups.”

With the turn of her heel and a dismissive wave, Lesley chirps “Ta-Ta!” Before quickly walking back through the dark hole.

Water starts pouring into the cave. Panic ensues. Cue the Trio trying to pull the cage open, looking for ways to get out, verge of tears, etc. No Luck.

Eventually, the whole cave has flooded; Panic Overflow. Suddenly, all the cage doors open, the Trio swimming out of the small cages they were trapped in. All 3 start trying to find ways to get out of the cave. If you could see tears underwater, Yellow would definitely be bawling his eyes out around now. Red is floating there, looking around the cave to try and find a way out. Duck is getting slower and slower…

An alert is sent: By the looks of it, Duck drowned.

And as Red sees Duck just float there like a dead goldfish, his instincts kick in.

Red spots light seeping through from a hole in the roof of the cave; that could be the way out! Swimming surprisingly really fast, Red zips over to Duck and quickly puts him over his shoulder. He then zooms over to Yellow before grabbing him and holding him with his right arm, Yellow now leaning against Red’s other shoulder. Then Red bolts through the hole in the roof.

Success! As soon as the Trio surfaces, Red & Yellow start hacking up any water in their lungs. Looks like they’re in the ocean! There’s 2 patches of land on each side of them; both being sandy and covered in rocks. The beach can be seen on the left side over the left island; too far away right now. There’s only a few clouds in the sky.

Quickly, Red swims over to the right island, swiftly crawling onto it before placing Yellow down and lying Duck out flat. Cue CPR, chest pumping etc. Red having an internal panic attack, Yellow on the verge of tears.

After what feels like ages of trying to save Duck, Duck jolts up, coughing up water. Red & Yellow are frozen. After Duck finishes coughing, he looks around at the other 2.

“What are you looking at? It’s not like I almost died or anything.”

Cue Red tackling Duck into a hug, Yellow doing the same. Duck squawks on the sudden impact of embrace. Cute moment of Red & Yellow crying of happiness whilst Duck being confused at what’s happening. He pushes them away, shouting.

“Hey! Get off me! What’s gotten into you both!?”

Red & Yellow are giggling; Glad Duck seems to be OK.

After having a talk about what on Earth just happened, Red says “I think we should swim over to the beach. Do you need help getting there?”

Duck pushes himself up from the ground, saying “Of course I don’t! I am very capable of swimming myself, you’re not the only one who ca-” Before promptly falling over with a shriek.

Yellow points out his legs “feel all wobbly”, so that means he can’t swim in his state.

After Red managing to convince Duck he needs help moving, Red places Yellow on his shoulders and carries Duck bridal style, getting into the water and swimming to the beach.

Surprisingly, nobody seems to be that concerned or surprised of a talking red mop, a duck and a small yellow child, all not wearing clothes made for swimming, glide through the water and crawl onto the beach.

Coincidentally, Red spots a blue beach towel with nobody on it. No-one’s gonna mind if the Trio sit on it, right…?

Red sits down on the beach towel, then places both Yellow & Duck on his knees; Yellow on his right, Duck on his left.

They then start up a conversation with eachother, chatting and bickering as the camera zooms out, before fading to black.

And that’s the Dream! 😊

[ymiwritesstuff]

Lack of You

So I’m not the biggest fan of Childe in all honesty HOWEVER I decided to write this Yan!Childe fic for him because let’s be honest, he’s lowkey unhinged lmao. Anyway this is probably the darkest fic I’ve ever written so be sure to read the warnings carefully if you feel like that’s necessary. Please enjoy!

Genshin Impact

Yandere!Childe x Fem!Reader

Summary: After thinking you had found peace in Liyue after a difficult escape from your home, all your hope comes crashing down when you see him again.

Notes: Angst, Mentions of NSFW, DARK THEMES, Mentions of past abuse, Swearing, A hint of Zhongli x Reader, Yandere/Obsessive themes

Also posted on AO3!

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

As the grand entrance of Liyue Harbor slowly came to view, your lips turned upward into a warm smile, your feet picking up just a tad bit more speed. It had been a delightful vacation, the freshly picked windwheel asters in your basket were proof of that, but you were happy to return to the region you had called home for some time.

It felt nostalgic in a way. As your feet discovered the wooden surface of the bridge leading to the harbor once more, you found yourself reminiscing of the time you first arrived in Liyue. It had been a stormy day, the wind raged and rain fell, but you remember feeling a strange sense of calm as you familiarized yourself with the surroundings, not quite sure if what you saw was real.

You placed your hand on the railing, peeking down at the shallow waters below that eventually bled into the vast ocean. You inhaled the familiar air around you, allowing your (E/C) eyes to close themselves in this brief moment of basking in the beauty of Liyue.

Mondstadt had its moments, and you had enjoyed your time in there in the underlying presence of the Anemo Archon. In the city of freedom, you did indeed feel like a bird in the clouds, unrestrained. But nothing would surpass the utter feelings of tranquility and joy that engulfed your being every time the warmly colored leaves of Liyue entered your vision.

Despite leaving the cold region you had once called home behind abruptly on that fateful day, an action which many would write off as strange, not an ounce of regret floated in your conscience. As far as you were concerned, Liyue was your home. And would always be.

You retreated from the edge of the bridge and continued deeper into the harbor, eyes sparkling with joy. The flora that lay in your basket was blessed with a small glance from your orbs as you pondered what to do with them. The orange petals spun beautifully in the nourishing winds, so placing them outside somewhere was most ideal, you thought.

As you walked, your ears picked up an unusual amount of commotion, but you figured it must have had something to do with the recent Rite of Descension and just how horribly it had ended. You had received the news when in Mondstadt and you weren’t quite sure if you even believed them. But seeing the state in which some of the people were, it was clear as day that Rex Lapis, Liyue’s Archon, had passed on.

You frowned at the thought, but pressed on, not wanting your mind to be plagued by such thoughts. Not again. Though, something told you that the people would bounce back and prosper, despite the loss of their Archon. The people were strong, admirably so, and with the guidance of the Qixing, you were certain the region would heal.

Be it consciously or fully by accident, you found yourself nearing the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, some part of you perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of its consultant. Something akin to a friendship had begun to blossom between the two of you during your time in Liyue, and you found yourself seeking his company from time to time. His calm and collected nature and eloquent way of speech fascinated you, some would even say you found these traits rather attractive, though you wouldn’t allow yourself to admit that.

Mr. Zhongli was peculiar, yet so very charming and elegant. He had been your guide when uncertainty followed but most of all, he allowed you to forget all the sinister things that had brought you there to begin with.

A smile crept onto your lips as your eyes glued themselves on a familiar figure, that dark hair lightly swaying in the wind. His back was turned to you and he appeared to be engaged in a casual conversation. Perhaps he had time to listen to all the things you had experienced in the land of Barbatos while you were-

Your face blanched and your feet stopped abruptly. The hand holding the basket let go, the flowers plunging towards the stone ground that laid beneath your soon trembling form. Your eyes widened, an eerily familiar feeling of dread you had wanted to forget digging its nails into you as you looked at the person whom Zhongli was conversing with.

Your stomach sank. That orange hair, those dull azure eyes that somehow managed to feign life, and that careless smile he wore as he spoke words you couldn’t hear that would have fooled anyone but you. For you knew what laid behind that seemingly innocent smile.

It all came back to you. All the memories from the time you were plagued by an obsessive monster, hellbent on keeping you to himself with no regard for your feelings or protests. Without knowing, your legs carried you somewhere, your mind clinging onto the slightest piece of hope that he hadn’t seen you. It was suffocating, all the joy and relief you had previously felt crumbled into dust at the mere sight of him. Just when you thought you had managed to escape from his claws that had dug into your skin so many times back home, he came back like a vicious snake.

You found yourself in a secluded alley, desperate for air that had left your lungs. You panted, head feeling as if it would burst from the fear. Questions whirled in your mind. Why was he here? How did he find you? Was your difficult escape from Snezhnaya utterly fruitless?

You fell to your knees, hands buried in your hair as you tried to simultaneously fight back tears and somehow clear your mind that had become heavy and clouded with terror. Despair coated your entire being, all of your efforts to stay far away from your tormenter feeling hopeless. Would this nightmare ever end?

The sun was setting, night would soon coat Liyue Harbor, a place in which you had once felt safe. But now that you could practically feel Childe’s presence even when he hopefully wasn’t near, you lost all hope.

You somehow managed to stand up again, frantically looking around you, the paranoia of him being just behind the corner digging itself into your frail being. Your breath hitched and you placed a trembling hand on your chest, trying to make some sense of the situation. There was a slight chance that his eyes had not noticed you standing there, though you were more than unsure about this. However, it was the only hope you had and you clung to it desperately knowing that the next course of action was to leave Liyue for good.

As you came to the realization, you allowed the swelled tears to fall from your eyes, bringing a hand over your mouth. Once again, you were pushed to the point where you had to leave a place you called home behind, just because even the thought of seeing him again made your stomach churn. You didn’t want to go through that again, but you were out of options, and he, once again, was one step ahead.

The way home was silent, but not the peaceful kind. It was grueling. For once in your life, you wished for the usual yells of merchants or loud voices of the children. You walked with careful yet fast steps, eyes frantically glancing from side to side each time you passed a corner or another dark alley. You were terrified, it was almost ridiculous. You were sure he was somewhere, laughing sardonically at the state of you that he had caused. The thought reminded you of just how cruel he was. You were sure he got some twisted form of satisfaction from seeing you suffer.

You gripped the railing of the crimson stairs far too hard, your heart racing and throbbing in pain as you ascended them. Despite your horrified state, you were fueled by a small drop of determination to escape once again. As for where you weren’t sure. Mondstadt was the first place to come to mind, but you soon realized just how obvious that would have been. If Childe was as steadfast in catching you as you surmised, that’s where he would go first. Inazuma wasn’t any more comforting as the whole nation had been locked down, and no outsider would even make it there due to the raging storm at sea.

No matter how you looked at the grim situation, you were stuck. You tried not to think about it, for right now, your top priority was to leave Liyue as soon as possible.

You allowed yourself a slight moment to release the breath you had been holding as soon as you stepped into your dark home, closing the door behind you. Leaning against the door, you breathed, closed your eyes that had become red with tears, and tried to figure out your plan in your head. All you needed to do was to gather all the necessary items for your journey ahead. Still, it felt overwhelming. Difficult even.

You couldn’t help but think back to the moment when you first met him, how clueless you had been. He was perfect, almost too perfect, and you realized that when it was far too late. It saddened you, in a way. But what kind of a relationship with a Fatui Harbinger would work anyways. Childe was too far gone, too sick with what he thought was his undying love for you.

“Did you honestly think you could run away from me?”

Your eyes shot open and a cold shiver filled with dread ran down your spine for the second time that day. Only this time, it was worse. A single lantern at the other end of the room was lit, and that’s when you saw him again. His eyes, full of death watched you, an unquenched hunger floating in them. One corner of his pink lips was slightly upward as if he was trying to suppress a ruthless laugh at your pathetic form.

“Childe…” Your voice barely held anything in it, your body soon beginning to tremble under his gaze. The air became thick with something and your breathing became uneven. He tilted his head to the side, that dark void in his eyes looking straight at you.

“W-what are you doing here?” You were not sure how you managed to ask that, and you found yourself regretting the question as Childe took a single, threatening step towards you, that small smirk widening into something much more sinister.

“A business trip. On behalf of the Fatui,” he spoke, voice colder than the Snezhnayan blizzards. His tone was monotone, but you could hear the underlying wickedness embedded in it. 

You were not certain if he was telling the truth, as the disturbing glint in his eyes told more than his words. As he walked, his hand found a single piece of your clothing on an empty chair. He grabbed it, bringing it closer to his eyes and examined it. It was a local dress you had bought for quite a large sum of mora. It was your way of trying to move forward and forget everything. Forget him.

His eyes darkened at the sight and he gripped the fabric tighter before turning his painfully scalding gaze towards you. You flinched as he tossed the garment aside.

“I should be offended,” he said with a slight shrug, before housing a smirk on his lips once more. “Yet, strangely, I’m not.”

“How did you find me?” You asked, surprised to hear a bit more volume in your otherwise shaky voice. Childe couldn’t contain the chuckle that slipped his mouth.

“You seem to have quite the friendship with the gentleman at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” He spoke with such glee it made you sick and his words didn’t bring you any comfort you secretly hoped but knew weren’t getting. Had he asked him about you?

“Zhongli…”

Childe frowned at that. How you said his name, almost as if it were a cry for help.

“He spoke quite highly of you. Just what kind of a relationship do you have with him?”

His wickedly calm voice changed, and your heart throbbed in fear when it did. You had heard it too many times, all in situations like this. Back home, if you so much as looked at someone else in a way that didn’t please him he would demand answers using that exact threatening voice. And you could never lie. You never dared to.

In a way, he chided himself for allowing you to escape as he was now faced with the chance that you had caught feelings for another man. And judging by the way your eyes widened at his question, it was not a mere chance. He didn’t like that. Not one bit.

He began walking towards you again, and you felt like you were choking, the pressure from his displeased, silently furious face worsened with every step he took. You pressed yourself against the door behind you, your hand trying to find an opportunity to push it open. But you were frozen.

“You have feelings for him, don’t you?”

His voice was full of malice and it was clear that he was holding himself back as you were certain he would snap into a fit of rage at any moment.

“C-Childe… I-”

He got closer and tears pooled in your (E/C) eyes.

“Does he fancy you as well?”

You moved your hand lower, panic settling in at the sight of his unhinged eyes. You didn’t dare look back at him. His eyes darkened.

“...Has he fucked you?”

“P-please… D-don’t do this-”

His brow twitched and his jaw clenched.

“Answer me!”

That was all it took for you to try and push the door open, but your attempt was short-lived as Childe dashed forward at almost inhuman speeds, grabbing your hands and pinning them on the wooden surface. You struggled in his grip, his fingers digging into the skin of your wrists as you pleaded for him to let you go, tears spilling from your eyes. All you got in response was a maniac chuckle.

“You really thought you could get away from me and get yourself another man, huh?!”

He pressed his body against yours and you found yourself losing your strength against him. Still, you tried to break free, sobs escaping your lips, despite knowing just how futile it was.

“Childe! P-please!”

Your protests did little to slow him down, instead, he let out a laugh so sadistic, it trembled in your bones.

“Yes! Beg some more! Because that’s the only thing you’ll be able to do from now on!”

He brutally grabbed your chin and made you look at him, his eyes now burning with a twisted form of desire and hunger. He licked his lips, that wide smile that was sick with a thirst that could never be quenched making your core twist in the most horrible sensation of fear you had ever felt. At this moment, amid that fear, you felt regret. You should have never escaped.

Upon seeing your frightened expression, something twitched in him and he lowered himself to your ear, gripping your both wrists with one hand, while his other held your jaw tightly. He inhaled deeply his mind processing your heavenly scent that was so addictive to him. He missed you, how your face twisted in fear at his actions, how you desperately begged for mercy. A part of him found your little escape thrilling, as he was now on edge from having you away for so long. He craved you and he was losing his mind. 

Perhaps he had already lost it.

You gasped when you felt his tongue on your earlobe, followed by his low, sultry yet shaky voice that send shivers down your spine.

“I’ll ruin you… I’ll ruin you so fucking bad you won’t even think about running away from me again.”

[tteokdoroki]

all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

⇝ masterlist | requests

katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

 he knew  from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.  

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing. 

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap. 

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair. 

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him. 

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan. 

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do,  yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a  breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole. 

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you. 

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix  as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length. 

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free.  the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.  

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking  head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air.  “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer. 

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé.  “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,”  he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin. 

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame. 

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast. 

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ). 

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon. 

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected. 

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day. 

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder. 

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways.  “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips. 

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ). 

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus.  his hand still holds onto yours though. 

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved. 

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ). 

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one;  it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless. 

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only. 

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest. 

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always.  “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki. 

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame. 

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today. 

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses. 

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you. 

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“  bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants. 

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on. 

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.