#she was indeed nice in the basket

[lina-and-lilly]

Found this old picture of the babies

[mtsyik]

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The first time shoto Todoroki sees you, you are a shy six year old girl. Trailing after your mother with every step she takes, clinging unto her long skirt to feel secure in the presence of the number two and his youngest son.

Shoto takes his time looking at you, how you seemed so much more frail and fragile than him. It was the first time he felt bigger than someone else, it was also the first time he was sure he could protect someone.

So with trembling hands, he lets go of his mother's hand and gestures at you to do the same. He tries to be sneaky so as not to alert his elders, but he doesn't miss his mothers smile as he takes your hand in his.

The second time Shoto Todoroki sees you, you are quite grown. Now nearing the age of ten, his mother's calming presence is nowhere around. He sulks next to his father as he sits on the fancy couch in the middle of your living room. He ignores the conversation that is happening about his future quirk marriage with you and rather focuses on the pattern of the fancy carpet that is laid on the floor. From the corner of his eye, he catches a figure peaking from behind the bookshelf on his far right. Then, he sees a small hand gesturing for him to come near. His heart decides before his mind gets a say, and with careful footsteps comes near you. You grab your hand in his and usher him to hide away from your parents' gaze. Shoto blushes madly when you carefully remove his eyebandage to apply some nurturing cream on his burn, with you shyly mumbling that you had been searching for it all morning. Huh. Maybe ending up with you wasn't so bad after all.

The third time Shoto Todoroki sees you, he is certain it is the last. At the prime age of fifteen, he is now more rebellious than ever. Finally sick of his father's antics to try and persuade him into following his footsteps. So with a heavy heart, and an even heavier tone, he is forced to look at you dead in the eye and proclaim that he would rather die than marry you.

He watches as you blink, clearly taken aback. The grip you had on the basket with baked goods (courtesy of your maid to offer to the Todoroki household) loosening. Your eyes glisten with tears that are threading to spill any second now. Shoto's face is as cold as his heart now as he decides to look away. He turns on his heel and walks away from you, satisfied that he hurt his father and his relationship with your family by refusing your hand in marriage. He tries to ignore the faint voice in his head that is telling him that he hurt you in the process as well.

But he figures that you would be better off without him as well, and hopes you end up marrying someone you are truly in love with.

It comes as a surprise to him that he sees you a fourth time as well. Now, being twenty-three years old, adult Shoto Todoroki is quickly rising in the hero ranks. He is surrounded by people he loves, both friends and family. His relationship with his father is strained, but the effort is there. His life since the beginning of UA has turned around for the better.

Still, poor Shoto can't help but think about you. Your older sister had kept in touch with Fyumi, and from what he is hearing, you have also been bettering your life. Not only did you defy your parents and end up living with your sister from the moment you turned eighteen, you managed to get into one of the top colleges in Japan, studying what you love. You are officially the first woman in your family with a higher education, and your parents hate that. Shoto admires it, though. He always knew you would end up doing great things indeed.

His thoughts had been racing, memories of you engulfing his mind, making it too hard for him to think. He wonders what would have happened if the two of you had met in different circumstances. Like bumping into each other at a convenience store.

He sighs as he walks into the local store his neighborhood offers him and greets the nice old lady (that almost passes out every time Shoto makes an appearance). The shop is not too big but not too small either; he smiles at the people that recognize him and waves at the kids that stare in awe at their favorite hero that is in their local convenience store.He makes a bee-line for the candy aisle, having memorized the shop by now, and crouches to get a candy bar from the bottom shelf. He is taken aback when a shopping cart bumps into him, and he turns his head to look at the person responsible.

"O-oh! Gosh, I am sorry. I-i didn't see you.."

Well, being on your phone while you're shopping certainly distracted you. Not only did you miss your favorite candy bar by being too slow, but you also happened to bump into your ex fiance with your shopping cart.

It is almost funny the way Shoto instantly rises and straightens his back, his tall build towering over you as you blink back your surprise. Gosh, he was even more handsome than when you remember him.

"I-im sorry." Hoping he hadn't recognized you, you bow (and keep your head down) as you attempt to flee from whatever k-drama this scene emerged from. Shoto grabs your shopping cart to stop you.

"I have been thinking about you"

My GOD, if Bakugou were here, he would burst out laughing by this God awful confession. But Todoroki is awkward, and he tries to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

"You- what?"

"I'm- I'm sorry. I simply meant- how are you?"

Your grip on the cart relaxes a little bit. You raise your head to look him in the eye. A small sigh escapes your lips. It has been a long time since Shoto Todoroki managed to break your heart, and you swear you were over him by now. But his eyes brighten upon seeing you, and his cheeks have an innocent pink hue in them. It makes you giggle how, after all this time, he is still clueless about conversations.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good. I'm really good. By, many aspects "

Okay, mister millionaire at the ripe age of 20. You don't need to rub it in our faces. Defining your family had its perks, of course, but money definitely wasn't one of them (you assume that you've made that perfectly clear to Shoto, who is eyeing your off brand dish soap and fabric softener).

You smack your lips. You think this is awkward. Shoto thinks his heart might beat out of his chest by how pretty you are. Your features are now grown, your hair is longer, and you seem, relaxed. For the first time in a long time you truly are happy.

"Well, this has been -"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Your shoulder abruptly slips from the aisle that you were leaning on. You smack your elbow on the shelf bellow and curse. You realize that Shoto pushed your shopping cart out of the way once you feel his warm hands on you. He is touching you with care; and just when you were sure that you had gotten over him, your heart melts at his thoughtfulness.

"You can say no if you don't want."

His tone is so genuine that it crushes you. If you were to look around, you would see the three older ladies gawking at the sight of Shoto holding you close, and you being putty in his hands.

"Wouldn't you rather like - die?"

"Oh." Your stomach is filled with butterflies at the frown on Shoto's face. He seems so utterly sad that you remember his last words to you; regret evident on his tone as he speaks.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I hope you can forgive me for my actions."

You sigh. Maybe it's the look he is giving you, maybe it's the months you haven't gotten laid, maybe it's the reminder of your shitty ex boyfriends on your mind, or maybe it's the fact that no matter how you put it, Shoto Todoroki was your first love.

So, with a purse of your lips and a small giggle at how easily persuaded you are, you smile.

"I would love to go on a date with you."

Shoto thinks he might explode at your laughter. He straightens up and clears his throat, his cheeks and ears a painfully obvious shade of red as he lets go of you.

"Great. I'll uh- I'll call you."

"Don't you need my number for that?"

"Well, it's on the information list of your citizenship."

"... you looked me up?!"

Shoto grabs your cart and starts pushing in towards the cashier while you're shrieking from laughter at his confession. He laughs too when you open up your phone to pay, and an image of him pops up from Google. Your laughter is cut short when you're trying to explain that it was for research purposes. Your cheeks are red, and your eyes are wide from embarrassment. Shoto thinks he could just eat you up.

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a/n: trying something new!! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I decided to finally upload it!! Hope it's an enjoyable read!!

[smutoperator]

Bunny Wants Carrot

Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Tags: aegyo, (a little) armpit fucking, breeding kink, costume, couch sex, crazy riding, creampie, daddy kink, deepthroating, easter, high heels, lube, multiple orgasms, object insertion, slippery, sloppy blowjob, squirting, thong

Word count: 5023

Your Easter hasn't really been very enjoyable. Away from home for business in Korea, without your family to celebrate, it just seemed like you were going to have the worst holiday possible. You woke up tired and just wanted to go home as soon as possible, leaving the apartment the company you work for rented for you in Seoul to get some fresh air and leaving the door wide open in the process because you just didn't care anymore about it.

As you returned to it, you found a beautiful, tall, and young girl inside it, placing some little Easter eggs along the furniture and jumping up and down on high heels wearing a skimpy rabbit costume that fully displayed her perfect long legs and her skinny body.

"Who are you?" you asked, baffled by the scene you had just watched, seeing that tall girl bending over and wiggling her bunny "tail" and taking some eggs from her basket to place all over your apartment. Her thong was so small, you could see the lips of her pink pussy popping out of it already.

"I'm Jang Wonyoung, but for today, you can call me Cherry," she replied in perfect English to you, making you wonder how she even knew you spoke the language. "I'm just a young Easter bunny searching for something on this special day," she continued.

"Get out of my..." You couldn't even finish the sentence. "Shhhh," Wonyoung said. "I'm not getting out; you've got something I want," she continued, pushing you forward until she shoved your body into the couch. For such a skinny girl, she was really strong.

"What do you want?" you asked, still confused as Wonyoung got on her knees and ran her hands on your already exposed torso, giving you a kiss shortly after, before moving down and repeating the move on your crotch area. "You know there is that myth that bunnies like carrots," she said. "Well, that's actually true for me. But I like a different kind of carrot," Wonyoung continued. "One that can get hard even on cold days like today, like the one you've got between your legs, daddy," she kept going, pulling your underwear down and unveling your throbbing morning wood.

Wonyoung got wowed by the size of your cock, her eyes getting bright in a snap once she saw it, her face making devilish and naughty expressions already. "Nice carrot you got up there, Daddy. Don't you want to feed it to a needy, hungry bunny like me?" she asked. You were still asleep and confused by what was going on, but on a shitty day like today, you wouldn't say no to a free blowjob by a stranger.

Wonyoung pulled your undies down a bit and grabbed your shaft, giving you a sexy stare. As she just put the tip in her mouth, you already knew you would be in for a long ride, as her little, sloppy spits and warm mouth already had your tip throbbing.

"Damn, that's so good. For how long have you been doing this?" you asked out of curiosity. "Not much, daddy; I'm only 19, but I'm a very quick learner," she said, bragging about her cock-sucking skills. And indeed, you could attest that Wonyoung was a blowjob prodigy at such a young age, as she was already sucking the soul out of your cock with just a few licks.

Wonyoung started running her tongue over your shaft, paying special attention to the tip. You groaned and held your breath, as, despite being a total stranger, she seemed to already know which spots of your dick were the most sensitive. She followed it with a sloppy tip-sucking, putting not even a third of your cock in her mouth and slowly teasing you, increasing the pace as she turned the top third of your shaft wet, later adding her hands to jerk it off. It was truly the loudest blowjob a girl had ever given you, as Wonyoung got noisy every time her throat touched any part of your cock.

Wonyoung fully takes your underwear off, giving you a big smile as she gets on all fours and throats your cock harder, this time going halfway in and increasing the speed of her jerkoffs. You can't resist anymore and start to push up, trying to fuck her doll-esque face. Little do you know, this is the favorite move of everyone who gets to have their cocks inside her mouth, so she's already extremely prepared for it and barely flinches, just tucking her hair a little and closing her eyes as she loves that tip hitting the palate of her mouth.

As a matter of fact, after a while, Wonyoung bobs her head down your cock faster than you can up her mouth. As you make her gag, she gets even crazier, attacking your cock at full speed as her pussy is already dripping wet and she jiggles her little bunny tail. "Ohhhhh. Shitttt," you give an enlongated groan even though she has barely taken your cock deep into her throat yet, moving instead to lick your shaft sideways.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it," you say as soon as Wonyoung gives you the first deepthroat. A little precum flows out of your cock, and you wonder how you just didn't blow your whole load at that point already. You start counting to 10, but once the count reaches zero, you have to reset and do it all over again, as Wonyoung stays with your sword stuck deep in her throat for a good 20 seconds before she finally gags. "Holy shit, it's a magic bunny," you say, praising her insane cock-sucking powers.

You pray to God to rescue you on the day he resurrected, but he won't answer your prayers. You'll be going straight to hell for daring to get your cock sucked by a bunny that came out of nowhere to drain your balls. And the more you pray, the harder Wonyoung moves, craving that long, hard carrot up her mouth as she gets increasingly louder.

"Oh shit," you say as Wonyoung starts kissing and licking your shaft frenetically and gives you a begging stare before going back to attack your tip while twisting your cock with both hands. Your left leg starts to tremble as Wonyoung savors that carrot nonstop. "Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm," she moans between all that insane sucking of hers.

Wonyoung bounces her ass up and down, perhaps teasing you about something as she now finally takes your cock full length in her mouth. Her pussy lips are already throbbing, as they are right between the strings of her white bunny thong. You dunk Wonyoung's head on your cock, wanting her to deepthroat it forever even as your groans get more frequent and louder. She's truly a master of deepthroating; no matter the size of a cock, it all disappears under her perfect mouth.

"Can I see those titties?" you ask Wonyoung as soon as she finishes the blowjob. "Of course, daddy," she says, pushing the straps of her bunny lingerie to the side and showing her perky little tits. You really enjoy how soft they are and how you can cover them fully on your hands as you grab them by the bottom and lower your head to suck them off, starting with Wonyoung's right boob.

"Whoooa!" Wonyoung moans as you put your mouth on her tits, reaching under her panties to start masturbating herself. That incites your curiosity as you pull her thong to the side to finally see what her perfect pull looks like, with her dangling lips already ready to take your cock inside it. Wonyoung lets out an Aegyo-esque moan as you do it before asking. "How bad do you want to get inside this little pussy, Daddy?" "Very bad," you say as you softly place your hands on it and make Wonyoung feel like she has ascended to the heavens with just that little touch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh," Wonyoung moans as you two get the perfect chemistry and world fully in sync, your right hand touching her pussy while her right hand still masturbates your cock. She starts moving up and down with her body and closes her eyes, dreaming of sitting on your dick as soon as possible. But first, she has to survive your fingers working all over her wet cunt, turning the floor her high heels step on very slippery and dangerous.

Wonyoung moans get more childish as you increase the pace of fingering her clit, with her responding in the same manner with your cock. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moans as her pussy keeps squirting all over your hands and her little boobs get bouncier. "Daddy makes this baby bunny cum so good," she says, turning her head and looking back at you as she gives you a kiss.

"Wait, daddy, what are you doing? It's already very slippery down here," Wonyoung says as you pick up a bottle of lube from her egg case and pour most of it on her tits and armpits, then move down and pour the rest of it in her belly and pussy. "Oh, I like that daddy," she said as you started rubbing her tits and getting them shinier before going back down to her pussy and making her squirt further on the floor, which led her to start to bounce out of excitement.

You place your cock between her bra straps and start fucking her clean armpits while also touching her tits as she slaps your cock in them. "Daddy likes those pits and titties?" she asks. "Yes, I do, but I like that pink pussy better; I want you to sit it down that cock, please," you told her.

"Yes, daddy, as you wish, baby bunny will sit in that carrot and ride it as you please," Wonyoung replied, shaking her "tail" as her cunt was already dripping before even going down that cock. "Give me that pussy," you commanded her. "Daddy is really impatient; let baby Bunny work on that cock a little bit more," Wonyoung replied as she still twisted your shaft and prepared it for penetration.

Wonyoung advanced a couple steps and sat on your cock at once, spreading her long legs. "OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD," she moaned as your full length impaled her pink pussy, but quickly settled down and started violently bouncing on it. "Fuck, daddy, that big cock is so perfect for my tiny little pussy," she said, moaning louder at each bounce, with no caution whatsoever to wake up your neighbors on this sacred holiday.

You were really impressed at the speed at which Wonyoung rode your cock, and she was doing it in full motion, going all the way up before smashing it all the way back down. "Those young girls are already full-fledged sluts by the time they turn 18, aren't they?" you thought to yourself, and yes, that was definitely the case with Wonyoung, as she kept giving you aegyo-esque moans each time she finished a bouncing move on that big dick.

"I'm a baddie for Daddy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ummmmmm," Wonyoung said between more moans as she kept smashing your cock nonstop; her appetite just seemed endless. One carrot was just not enough for that hungry bunny, but she would take it regardless.

Wonyoung started rotating on your cock, adding even more pressure as her vaginal walls smashed your shaft from all angles. You quickly found yourself regretting your words. If Wonyoung's blowjob was already tough to handle, her riding was 10 times harder to resist, as her pussy was extremely tight and wet, and she knew how to use it even better. 

Wonyoung just twisted your cock like a little toy, gyrating on it while bouncing mid-air. At that point, you had already outlasted most men when they got inside her, as 95% of them were done after just a minute. Once she stopped, she sat on your cock so hard that it felt like you were being smashed by the sun's gravity.

It was amazing the way her tight pussy was stretched out exactly to the size of your girth, no air going on it, the only thing filling it up being your cock and her juices. Wonyoung rode you so hard that she went too high in the air, which led to your cock popping out. To make up for that mistake, she descended down it as soon as possible and engulfed your sword balls deep back in her cunt, holding them inside her in that position for a good minute before resuming her crazy ride.

The string on Wonyoung's thong hit your shaft right by the side, increasing the friction on your cock. Wonyoung laughs as she tilts her body sideways and keeps bouncing, ripping your cock apart like it's nothing. She goes so fast that that her bunny ears fall off her head, forcing her to put it back on, giving you the opportunity you needed to push her close and pump up her pussy. Too bad you get too thristy and your cock ends up sliding out of her hole, allowing Wonyoung to recover and just get back to her usual insane riding, clapping her cheeks even harder each time she descends down that dick.

"YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH," Wonyoung says in perfect sync every time her pussy reaches the bottom of your shaft, doing this for a couple minutes before you make her stop. "Shhh, you're getting too loud," you tell her. "Sorry, daddy, your cock is too good; I want it all," she replies as you push up her pussy and she places her hands in her ass.

"Fuck, you're such a loud, bouncy bunny," you tell her as Wonyoung now rides you with her high heels stomping the floor, causing an earthquake in the neighbor's apartment below yours. Wonyoung tries to mitigate the noise while still riding by putting her long legs up and placing her heels on your couch, but that ends up being too much for them, as her heels end up breaking after such an intense ride, forcing her to remove them, as much as she always wants the heels to stay on during sex.

You push Wonyoung's thong even further to the side as she takes her broken high heels off, pointing your fully erected cock right at her cunt entrance for her to sit again. Wonyoung does so, but this time in reverse, fully spreading her legs and moving sideways as soon as she reaches the bottom of your shaft. Your hands reach up top and grab her perky tits from behind. "Fuck, those tits are so soft and that pussy so tight," you tell her. "Glad you like it, daddy," she replies as she goes back to smashing your cock, closing her eyes as she gets impaled even harder than during the first time.

Wonyoung keeps trying to find ways to give her bounce and extra spice, tilting her body in any way possible to let your cock reach new places inside her walls, leading to a lot of pleasure for herself. "Fuck," you groan as she starts doing such things, finally reaching her G-spot as she tilts your cock slightly towards the left side of her pussy and rotates on it to let it hit in different ways. Wonyoung then puts both hands on her little bouncy tits and adds lube all over her body, making it extremely slippery.

"AHHHH. AHHHHH. FUCK ME, DADDY," she says as she gets close to cum and loses control of her tits, then moves to her right side and sits on your cock completely sideways, which leads to her finally unlocking her orgasm as her bunny ears fall off once again. 

"Wiggle that tail for me," you tell her as she cums all over your cock, taking advantage of her weakness as she just finished cumming to pound Wonyoung hard, making her already sensitve pussy ache even further. "DADDY, DON'T STOP, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, AHHHHH!" she screams as her eyes roll and lots of squirt come out of her pussy.

Without even pulling out, you push Wonyoung closer to the couch, putting her in a spooning position, pumping and fingering her pussy at the same time while her right leg stays fully up in the air. You pull out a couple times to tease her throbbing clit with your shaft before going back in harder each time. "OH FUCK, KEEP GOING, DADDY," she screams, even as if she's this close to falling out of the couch.

But Wonyoung is no pushover and starts riding your cock even in a submissive position, like spooning, moving her body sideways up and down it, then teasing your cock with her well-polished nails once it slips out of her cunt, giving it a little massage with her hands, and pressing it against her entrance.

"Just like that, daddy," Wonyoung tells you in an out-of-breath way as you resume fucking her, massaging your balls as you go in and out of her pussy. "Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh," she softly moans as her thumb presses your sack hard. "Right there, right there, right there; don't stop, Daddy," she keeps guiding you. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM." Hearing those words leads you to go feral on her cunt, increasing the pace by a lot as you make Wonyoung orgasm for the third time in less than five minutes.

"I'M CUMMING. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Wonyoung screams as her body collapses on top of yours; her legs trembling can barely secure her from falling to the floor. You tell her not to be so loud, but it's useless. When she cums, she lets it all out, screaming and laughing as her legs now shake even harder.

You get up as Wonyoung gets on her knees to taste her cherry-flavored pussy out of your cock, grabbing it hard at the bottom and starting from the tip like usual, before licking the whole extension and taking it deep in her throat. "Fuck yes, this is so amazing," you tell her.

"Turn around, please," you tell Wonyoung. "Yes, daddy," she says, still wanting to taste more of that cock. She jiggles her ass and puts her bunny tail back in place while still keeping her pussy lips fully visible. You grab Wonyoung by her little tail and pour lube all over her butt, which makes her moan in anticipation, especially as the cold liquid drips down her legs. You spread it all over her cute butt as her holes wink, waiting for more.

"Shake that ass you slutty bunny," you tell her. Wonyoung obviously obliges; nothing she loves more than a little shake. "Shit, that pussy is so pretty," you tell her as she shows it to you while shaking and you massage her ass. "If it's so pretty, how about you put that big cock back in it, Daddy?" she asks.

"Get up on the couch," you softly tell her. Wonyoung follows. "Fuck, you've got some great legs," you praise her as she gets on all fours and turns her butt in your direction. You then tease your cock all over her entrance, pulling her tiny thong to the side and making her moan as your tip touches her needy folds, showing how much she wants it. But you keep teasing her, rubbing your shaft all over her pussy and anus, before sticking it back inside her warm cunt.

"Yeah, baby, please, daddy, give it to me," she says as you enter back inside her, and Wonyoung gives you a cute aegyo that drives you crazy. You fuck her pussy slowly, going a little deeper at each thrust before pushing your cock all the way out. You repeat it for a couple minutes, getting Wonyoung even warmer for your big cock, but as soon as you fully remove her thong, you go all-in at her pussy, showing no mercy for this teen fuckdoll.

Wonyoung starts swinging her hips in your direction as you pound her. "Oh my gosh, daddy, you're fucking this baby bunny so hard," she says. "You want it harder?" you rhetorically ask her as you hammer her wet pussy. "Yes, daddy, please, yeash, ah, ah, ah," she says as she swings all the way into your crotch before you grab her tiny waist and put her in the right place. "Then take it," you tell her as you take control of her and smash her pussy.

The clapping sound of your balls against her cunt makes Wonyoung even needier. She loves that big carrot stretching her out to the fullest, biting her own hand not to cum again as you repeatedly hit her cervix and make her eyes roll. Her facial expressions get increasingly crazy as she sticks her tongue out and licks the eggs on the basket she was once carrying, throwing them out to distract herself from the hard pounding she was taking deep in her pussy and maniacally laughing as she once again pushes her hips down to take more of that cock.

At this point, you just stopped and appreciated Wonyoung's wilingness to get that big cock as deep in her pussy as she could, letting her take control and attack your carrot as she pleased, like the hungry bunny she was. "This baddie needs daddy's cock, ahhhhhh, yeahhhh," she said in her aegyo voice, moving up and down your shaft, giving you a lot of pleasure as her walls hit it from the side.

Once Wonyoung stopped, you went even more feral. The longer you fucked her, the more you needed that tight young pussy. It had been a long time since you had fucked such a great pussy like Wonyoung's. In fact, it was probably the best cunt you had ever fucked. "Keep going, daddy; I'm a needy bunny; I want that carrot buried deep inside me," she told you, driving you even more insane and leading you to lift her leg, which made her instantly moan in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that, Daddy," she said.

You added extra pleasure to Wonyoung as you started fingering her pussy shortly after putting her legs up in the air. This was a moment when she was glad she was skinny because her whole weight was now on her knees. She had to hold herself while your cock and hands stimulated her to the fullest. "Oh my gosh, fuck," she squealed as you kept pumping her tight pussy and increased the speed of your fingering, forcing her to hug her own right leg just not to lose balance.

"Give that cock back to me, give that cock back to me, please, daddy, I need it," she said as you teased her, pulling it out and then going in and out of her pussy with long, deep thrusts. But even in such an acrobatic position, she could still push her body closer to yours and ride your cock sideways like the good young whore she was.

"AHHHHHHH!" Wonyoung screamed as you destroyed her tight fuckhole, rolling her eyes as you showed her no mercy. The more she kept showing you how much of a cock-crazed slut she was, the harder you fucked her. "RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE, DADDY," she kept yelling as you made her little tits bounce and her lose her breath until she couldn't hold herself by just one knee anymore.

Wonyoung got herself in a fetal position as you started eating her wet pussy next, placing a pair of Easter eggs in her legs. You picked one as well and started massaging her vagina with it after spitting all over her pussy. "Put it inside me, daddy," she ordered as you gave her some shallow thrusts with the little egg, using it like a sex toy, while she held another one in her mouth to muffle her moans. You slowly inserted the egg in her cunt, making her moan a lot as she brought the one in her mouth close to yours.

You kept fucking Wonyoung with that little egg before fully pushing it deep into her pussy. Wonyoung followed suit and inserted the one she had in her hands too, handing you another egg she had just kissed for you to use to rub her clit, before pushing the ones she had inside her pussy and using a different pair to massage her clit. "You want to give this bunny some babies for me to push like that, daddy?" she asked you, licking her chops and tasting her pussy from the eggs.

"Yes, I do," you said as you got back to teasing her with your throbbing cock. Wonyoung hugged her legs and stayed in a fetal position as you put your carrot back in her babyhole. "Fuck," she cursed as soon as you penetrated her. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, please breed this baby bunny, daddy," she told you, giving you naughty and needy stares and rolling her eyes as she was now just a bystander to your cock stuffing her tight cunt.

Wonyoung licked her chops and waited as you patiently worked to fill her up as much as you could. "Oh yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned as her walls started to clench more than ever. "It's so fucking tight," you noticed. Wonyoung clinged to your arms, as all you could think of was to flood her pussy with your cum at any moment. You had to edge yourself a lot, as she soon turned herself into a moaning mess.

"That's right, daddy, keep going," she said in between some laughs. You had to pull out, as her reactions nearly made you cum right there. But you needed more of that tight pussy, going back in as soon as you recovered. Wonyoung kept laughing, moaning, and fingering her clit, as the longer you fucked her, the tighter her pussy was getting. She even brought back the egg she used to massage before and now rubbed it on your shaft, testing you even further.

Wonyoung's walls were clenching so hard that you had to make triple the initial effort just to get halfway inside her pussy. You had to pull out once again and rub your shaft against her tight hole, having to spit on it just to get your cock back inside her.

"Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy," her childlike voice demanded of you. Getting inside her cunt now felt like your cock was being sucked into a blackhole where demons were devouring it. "Why is this shit so tight?" you pondered as Wonyoung's pussy offered increased resistance to your thrusts. To make things worse, she kept teasing your throbbing cock with that egg, making it pulsate every time she ran it up and down your shaft.

You had to push extremely hard to get back deep inside Wonyoung's pussy, but you finally got there. Now, no air would go inside that hole, just cock and nothing else, as she incessively fingered her clit in pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moaned. Every thrust now felt like hitting a hard wall, almost as if her pussy was made of steel, but you kept pushing nonetheless.

Wonyoung kept teasing you, removing the bunny ears from her costume and placing them just around the area where you were fucking her and teasing you with it. "Keep going, daddy; look at those gates," she said, pointing to the "portal" her bunny ears were forming around her pussy. "These are the gates of heaven; all you need to do is breed this needy baby bunny," she continued.

As Wonyoung said those words, you finally managed to break her pussy's resistance and hit it balls deep. Your lengthy cock was now fully bulging under her tall, skinny body as she placed her bunny ears back in her head and closed her eyes in preparation for her imminent orgasm, increasing her fingering. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm going to cum again, daddy," she says, placing her thumb in her mouth and putting her legs over her head. As you pull out to give her the final pounding, Wonyoung gets even needier. "I want it back. I want it back. Please, Daddy," she says, screaming as you pound her hard.

"It feels so good; it feels so good; don't stop, daddy," Wonyoung keeps saying as she gets naughtier and naugthier. "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she yells, fastly fingering her clit and starting to orgasm, her legs trembling, her wals closing, and her mouth opening. She starts screaming hard, waking up the entire building that Easter morning. That ends up being too much for you, as you fill her pussy to the brim with your seed shortly after, groaning as hard as she screamed.

"Holy shit, look at all that cum; daddy bred baby bunny so good," she says, looking at the cum leaking out of her pussy. Wonyoung uses her bunny tail to scoop it and taste it as you tease her, getting your still hard cock in and out of her pussy a couple times. "Daddy still wants more of that pussy?" she asked. "But you already came all over it," she laughed. 

Wonyoung got up: "I have to go, but here's one last gift. Happy Easter, Daddy," she said, gaping her tiny asshole and releasing a trio of mini Easter eggs from it. "Thanks for breeding me, Daddy," she said, jumping like a bunny as she left your apartment. That whole thing didn't feel real; maybe you were just dreaming this whole time.

The next day followed, and you went out to work. A pretty, tall woman seemed to chase you; her beautiful face was plastered all over many ads around Seoul. She looked very similar to the girl that appeared out of nowhere in your apartment yesterday, prompting you to ask someone.

"Hey, what's the name of that girl in the ad?" you asked.

"She's Jang Wonyoung; she's quite a famous idol in Korea," the person replied.

You just couldn't believe it.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hey I just wanted to say I'm OBSESSED WITH chubby servant reader x knight 😭🙏 I honestly love anything you write with them

As much as I wanna be a horny pervert, I kinda want some fluff 😭 (I'm sure there are enough horny perverts in the ask to make up for this 💀)

One of the reasons I LOVE this series is the way they YEARN for each other, especially the knight 💜

Can I ask for some more pre-relationship shenanigans?

Ahhhh thank you thank you, i have become obsessed with them!! And your ask gives me the perfect opportunity to share his name!!

"How was the knighting yesterday?"

"Oh, quite nice. The ladies looked so lovely in their dresses. And the new knights are quite handsome." She looks at you with a smile. "And of course the food was magnificant."

"You flatter me, Cathy," you say, smiling back at her, going back to kneeding your loaf.

"I heard there was a man who was knighted that was especially handsome. Pray tell, is it true?"

"Ah, to some he is. He made the princess giggle when he kissed her hand." The women coo and lean closer to the speaker. "He was quite handsome indeed. Perhaps his jaw is sharper than his sword." The women fall into a fit of giggles but continue their work.

"Do you know his name?"

"Why? So you can try to seduce him?" The woman denies it but is blushing furiously, shaking her hands.

"Oh, but I'm curious, Cathy! Please, tell us his name so we may know who we are speaking of."

"Fair, fair." She brings her hands to her chest, looking off into the distance, thinking. "His name... oh, it was... Adam... Adam... Fischer! Adam Fischer, that is who he was."

He sees you by accident at first.

He was ordered to guard this section of the grounds tonight, and he takes his time to admire his new home in detail. The gardens here are lovely, vast and expanse.

He sees open windows, and the flickering of a fire. He decides to investigate.

When he approaches, he is able to see into the kitchen. He sees you sitting by the fire, your back to him, bonnet discarded and hair loose. You are writing something fervently, too enraptured by your words to notice that he is right there, watching you.

You put down your pencil and stretch upwards, moaning softly at the action. He stares at you, your free hair, the curve of your bodice. He has not seen your face, but he decides you are beautiful.

You rise from the chair and he panics, tiptoeing quickly to a nearby tree and hiding his frame, still watching. You approach the windows, leaning forward and closing your eyes, soaking in the moonlight. He sees the way it makes your skin glow, and his heart flutters.

You close the windows one by one. He waits, then moves back toward the kitchen window, to see if he can catch a glimpse of you again.

By the time he reaches the window, the fire is out.

The next time he sees you, there is more purpose behind it.

He has returned from training on the outer walls. He is tired, and so is his horse, but the two return together to the stables.

To his surprise, you are there.

He recognizes you from a distance as he dismounts his horse. You are speaking with the young stable boys, holding a basket over your arm.

He approaches, curious.

"What is one and one?"

"Two!" cheers one of the boys.

"Very good!" You hand him an apple from your basket. "Now, what is two and two?"

"F-Four!" chimes in another. You hand him an apple, smiling.

"And four with four?" The boys quiet, glancing at each other. One of them lifts his fingers slowly, staring at them.

"Sev... eight?" he asks, looking up at you. You clap with joy.

"Yes, yes! Very good, my love." You give an apple, which he takes happily. "Very good, my boys, very good!"

"I do not believe these are children, my lady."

You jolt, looking up at him. He towers over you, as he does with many others, but for some reason seeing you look up at him gives him a different feeling.

"I, um... no, sir, they are not mine."

"But you feed them and teach them numbers?"

"I... uh..."

"You are not in trouble, my lady. I am merely asking."

"I... yes, I do."

He hums. His squire approaches, takes his horse from him before walking away again. He raises his hand towards you.

"May I?"

You stare at his hand, then at your apples.

"I... what is... what is three fortnights?"

He stares at you, thinking you are joking. When you don't give him the apple, he thinks.

"It's... eight, two... forty two nights, my lady."

You blink. A smile creeps up on your face, and he does not think he has ever seen anything so lovely.

"Very good, sir."

You give the apple to his outstretched hand. He takes it, briefly admiring how small and soft your hands look compared to his. You clear your throat, making him look at you.

"I-I must be on my way, children. I have dinner to prepare. Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you lady Y/N!" they cheer in unison, making your smile widen.

"Very good." You turn to him and briefly curtsy before scurrying off to what he assumes is the kitchen.

He savors the apple after dinner. It is sweet, and he thinks only of you as he bites into it.

"What do you think of lady Y/N?" he asks on the next expedition. His captain glances at him, then back to the trail.

"She is a fine lady. She gives sweet things to the younglings and teaches them to write. Why do you speak of her?"

"I was merely curious," he lies.

"She is cursed!" one of the younger men announces, riding his steed closer. "She seduced a man before he went to battle, and then he died. She should not be messed with."

"Wha—"

"She is not a witch, Michael," another man chimes in. "They were in love. They were to marry, but the war started before they could wed. Twas merely battle that made him lose his life, not witchcraft."

"Regardless," Michael moves his horse closer to Adam, "you should steer clear of her. Besides," he gives Adam a knowing smile, "I heard the princess is very fond of you. Why not pursue her?"

"I have no interest in that brat." The men of the party 'oo' in shock.

"You should not speak of the princess in such a way, Sir Adam! She is a fine woman, who reads and studies art. You don't meet many women like that nowadays."

"You would, Sir Michael," he says, looking at the younger man, "if you knew where to look."

He kicks his horse and moves past the rest of the party, trying to clear his head.

When they reach a town, they find a tavern. They eat and drink and play silly games when a woman in the corner of the room catches their eye. She claims to be a witch. She has a ball of glass or crystal before her, urging them forward. The other soldiers go first, paying a gold coin to hear their fortune.

"Come, Sir Adam, have your fortune read."

"I do not wish to waste my gold on childish games."

"Well, then I shall give you a coin."

He is pushed towards the table, into the chair before the cloaked woman. She takes the coin from Michael, and smiles.

"Think of what you want most, and it shall appear to me here." She motions towards the clear ball. He sighs, sitting back and thinking. The ball becomes clouded, most likely due to a party trick, and she leans in close.

"I see..." She cocks her head, furrowing her brow. "I... I see..."

"Well? What do you see, woman?"

"I... my lord, I am sorry, but... are you perhaps hungry?"

"What?" The men crowd the table, trying to see into the ball. "What do you see?"

"I... I see a loaf of bread, sir."

Adam gawks, leaning closer.

"You... you see what?"

"Bread, sir."

"What kind?"

"I-I do not know, sir. Tis merely there, with a design."

"Can you draw it for me?"

She pauses.

"For another coin, I can."

He scurries to give her a coin, watching her take a pencil and paper and draw the design from the crystal ball. When she is done, he takes it, staring at the design, memorizing it, still thinking of you.

He carries it the entire expedition. Some of the men tease him for holding so tightly to a drawing of bread, but he does not care. Every night he stares at it, memorizing each line like scripture. He thinks of you all the while, even as he stuffs the drawing in his pocket and takes out his cock.

When the party returns from the journey, he rushes to the kitchen. If it is truly fate, the bread in the kitchen will have a score just like the one on his paper.

When he arrives, the bread is being pulled from the ovens. You are not there, much to his dismay, but he checks each loaf of bread regardless. When he finds that none of them look like the picture at all, his shoulders sag, the paper falling from his hand to the floor.

The other knights do not ask what happened when he returns. They can see the answer from his face alone.

He is still glum by morning, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to go to the dining hall to eat. But he must continue, despite everything.

The knights are giving him knowing looks when he finally arrives to the hall. They smile, raise their brows, and he squints in confusion. He finds his seat, reaching for the bread, although he's not sure he can stomach it.

The bread.

He bolts upright, grabbing the load before another soldier can grab it to cut. The design, it is exactly what the drawing showed, the drawing he memorized so clearly over so many nights.

The knights laugh as he runs from the dining hall, carrying the loaf of bread.

When he reaches the kitchen, he is breathless. The ladies working stop, stare at him, confused and perhaps frightened.

"Is something wrong, my lord?" one of the women asks, making you look up and stare at him. He stares back, panting.

"Who..." He inhales deep, standing straighter. "Who scored the bread?"

The ladies instinctively look at you. You bring your hands to your chest.

"D-Did I offend you, sir?"

"No, no, I..." He takes a step forward, holding the bread so hard that it cracks. "How did you come up with the design?"

"I... I found a drawing, sir." You reach into your pocket and unfold the paper he dropped, placing it on the table. "I thought it was quite lovely. I thought the queen would enjoy it, s-so I practiced on the loaves for the rest of the castle."

He huffs, his lips curling. You swallow, glancing at the other women, in search of help, but they stay silent.

"I-I am sorry if you do not like it, sir. I-I know that it is far too... delicate for the knights." You reach for the loaf in his hand. "I shall bring you a normal, fresh loaf in a moment."

"No!" The women in the room jolt at his booming voice. He brings the bread loaf to his chest, shaking his head. "No, I... I do not wish for another loaf. I shall have this one, and nothing more."

The silence in the room is overwhelming. He glances around the others' faces before falling back to yours. He bows and leaves.

He returns to the dining hall. He eats nothing but the loaf he had taken. The knights chuckle about it for the rest of the day, but he does not care. All he can think of is you.

[dmwrites]

One day, Joe Hills set out with a shovel in his hands. He slung it over one shoulder, whistling as he walked.

“Hey Joe, whatcha got there?” TangoTek asked, carrying blocks of ice.

“Oh, just a shovel.” Joe replied. “But it’s ice to see you, TangoTek.”

TangoTek laughed. Joe laughed. They both walked down the path in opposite directions.

It was a good day for a walk. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. But birds were not the only things singing! Joe walked over a hill to find BdoubleO singing loud and clear as he cut down a tree.

“Sir Joe! How wonderful to see you!” BdoubleO said, wiping away sweat on his face.

“Howdy, BdoubleO, why are you chopping down a tree?” Joe asked. He moved his shovel to his other shoulder so it would not hurt him.

“Why, I am using the wood to build a beautiful house!” BdoubleO said. He had big, twinkling eyes and an even bigger smile. “Why do you have a shovel, Joe?”

“I have a hole I need to dig.” Joe said. “And I must not be late for it. Goodbye!”

“Goodbye Joe!” BdoubleO said, waving.

The day was getting warm, and Joe Hills stopped by a river to get a drink of water. He saw his friend Cubfan at the river too!

“Howdy, Cubfan!” Joe called, waving.

“Hey Joe, whats up?” Cubfan asked. He was holding a raw cod fish and a fist full of glittery red redstone dust.

“I was just taking a break, I’ve been walking for a while today. What are you doing here, Cubfan?” Joe asked.

Cubfan looked all around at the grass and the trees, like he was looking for something in particular. Then he took out five diamonds and gave them to Joe!

“Nothing at all. Got it? If anyone asks, I was drinking from the river, same as you. Alright, man?”

Joe thought the diamonds were a very nice gift, and put them in his pocket. “Thanks, Cubfan! Indeed, I saw nothing!”

Cubfan smiled at Joe- he was always so fun to hang out with. Joe wondered why Cubfan looked like he was sweating.

“So what’s with the shovel, Joe?”

“I have an appointment. Very important stuff.” Joe said. “And I should probably get going before the sun sets! Goodbye, Cubfan! Enjoy your nothing!”

The day was beginning to turn into night. The sky was oranges and reds and pinks. Joe walked a little faster- he didn’t want to be late!

Then he came to a fork in the road, and Joe realized he didn’t know which way to go! He felt sad- was he not going to be able to get where he needed to be on time?

“Hi Joe!” Geminitay said, waving to him. She was walking down one of the paths towards him, carrying a basket full of bright flowers.

“Say, which way is the graveyard?” Joe asked. “I appear to be lost.”

“It’s that way, of course, right through the spooky forest!” Geminitay said, pointing down a dirt path. “But why do you want to go to the graveyard, Joe? It’s so scary there!”

“I have something urgent I must do.” Joe said, shifting the shovel over his shoulder.

Geminitay looked at the shovel, then and Joe, but didn’t ask any questions.

“Well, good luck. Watch out for big scary wolves!”

Joe hurried along the path in the spooky forest. The sun was about to fully set, and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get to the graveyard in time.

All of a sudden, a huge creature ran into his path. Joe was not scared, though, because it was his friend Rendog!

“Joeth of the Hills, my dude, how the heck are you?” Rendog said.

“I am good, Rendog, but I am afraid I can not stop to chat! I have urgent business to attend to.” Joe said.

“Me as well, good sir, as I saw a rabbit just beyond those bushes and must give chase. Goodbye!” Rendog said, and dove back into the forest.

The moon was beginning to rise as Joe Hills stepped into the cemetery. He creeped along the gravestones, careful not to make a peep. He could hear skeletons rattling in the distance, but he was brave. He stopped at a gravestone with a torch above it, and began to dig. He dug straight down, until his shovel scraped against a coffin. He pried it open, using all his strength.

“Hi Joe!”

“Howdy, Cleo. Did you have a nice nap?”

It was Joe’s best friend, ZombieCleo! She had been sleeping in the grave! Cleo yawned and stretched, bones moving strangely under dead and rotting skin.

“It was wonderful, exactly what I needed! Thanks for digging me up! Let’s get out of here and go get some pumpkin spice lattes!”

“How spooky!” Joe said, and he and Cleo held hands as they went to get a yummy treat together.

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This is my attempt at a “children’s story”-esque fic, and was supposed to be completed for Halloween. Better late then never lolll

[peachesofmarch]

Strawberry Picking with March || SFW || Farmer x March Fanfic

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Summary: March has asked you out on your very first official date, to go strawberry picking. Now will he admit his admiration for you, or will he keep up the bickering?

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The spring breeze brushed against your cheeks as you basked in the sunlight the sky was offering you on this warm day. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of joy because today was the day, your first date with March!

He had asked you a day ago if you’d want to join him to go strawberry picking, and without missing a beat you said yes. Now it was tomorrow, and you were dressed in your cutest outfit and grabbed a fancy basket to put all the strawberries into. Most of which you’d sell, but hey, nothing wrong with making some tesserae.

As you walked into Mistria you could see March waiting in front of the bridge near the exit of your farm. His eyes closed with his arms crossed as he leaned against a tree, seeming like he was taking in the fresh air of the springtime.

You can’t help but wear a smile as you walk up to him and wave, “Good morning!” You say eagerly.

March opens an eye and looks over at you, “Took you a bit. I thought farmers were meant to be early risers.” He mumbled.

Your brow furrowed for a second as you held your smile, ah yes, this was indeed March in front of you. His little insults could never quite get the rise out of you though, you stayed strong. Even when he pushed your little farmer buttons.

“Well, I was up at the crack of dawn, but, I wanted to make sure I dressed appropriately, and I even brought you a little gift!” You beamed proudly, pulling out a copper ingot you forged yourself the day before.

March’s face flushed as he opened both his eyes and stared down at the ingot. A red tinting his face, just like the red in his hair, he looked like a tomato.

With a clear of his throat, he took the copper ingot and put it in his pocket, “T-Thanks. I can make something really nice out of this..”

You grinned, “yeah, the stuff you make in the blacksmith’s is always so impressive. You should teach me more sometime.” You winked.

March scoffed and turned his head away from you, “That’s enough talking. Let’s go. Don’t want the entire town to pick the strawberries before we do.”

“Let’s ‘March’ to it then!” You joke.

March groans and starts walking, you almost trip as you try to catch up to him. Almost like he was running away from your terrible puns.

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After a few minutes of walking, you both came to a halt at a strawberry field. A big smile was plastered across your face as you took in the beauty of it, quite literally strawberries were everywhere.

The whole town seemed to be here as well, the kids were running around chasing Dell because she found another frog and Maple wanted to kiss it while Luc was talking about how if they went back to the pond she found him at, there could be bugs everywhere.

Hayden and Eiland were chatting up a storm as they talked about both farming and artifacts used to farm in the older days. Eiland was so happy to talk about his interests of history while Hayden seemed delighted that someone was willing to listen to him talk about his precious animals.

Juniper and Valen were busy arguing, Juniper insisting her health was perfectly fine while Valen kept going on about how if she keeps making potions that smell as bad as they do, she’s going to end up sick. At least you knew Valen cared.

Josephine, Nora and Elise were talking about cooking and flowers, Josephine going on and on about how she was cooking up a storm in the kitchen last night during the gathering at the Inn. Nora and Elise were discussing with her about which produce to use and what flowers are edible to make into delicious meals.

Ryis, Adeline, and Reina were sitting on a bench laughing and talking. Adeline seemed to be relaxed, which you never see much of with how busy she is.

Quite literally everyone was doing something, felt like it would take forever to list off who is doing what…

March snapped his fingers in front of your face and suddenly you were woken up from the haze of your thoughts. You looked at him and blinked a few times, remembering that, oh shit, you were on a date.

“Do all farmers space out as much as you do?” He asked, rolling his eyes. “Come with me.”

You were about to say something but before you could he grabbed your hand and started to pull you in the direction he wanted to go.

A few moments later you both ended up in a secluded area of the strawberry fields, it was quiet around you both as the only noises was the gentle breeze and the nature sounds around.

March sighed, kneeling down to the strawberry plants and placing his basket on the ground, “You know…” He started.

“Know what?” You asked, joining him lower to the ground.

He picked a strawberry off the vine and turned to look at you, “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a while… just… couldn’t think of the right way to do it. But, I know you love strawberries, and this is the first bloom of them this season, so… I thought you’d… enjoy it…” He got quiet as he said the last portions of his words, which made you softly smile.

“When I got here, I thought you were so mean. You’d tell me so many things, and I’d always keep a smile on my face, because for some reason, I had a small feeling it was all an act.” You started, picking a few berries off the plants, “But, as we talked more, and got closer… You slowly but surely became one of my favorite people in this town. I’d get ready every day with a gift for you, my mornings always started off with me rushing to get to your place before you went somewhere else so I could give you a beer or some ores that you may enjoy.”

March felt his ears heat up, he was absolutely flustered out of his mind hearing you say those words. He stopped picking the strawberries and covered his mouth in embarrassment, looking away.

“A-are you okay??” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

March took a deep breath in and turned towards you, your faces a lot closer than he was expecting, which resulted in an even deeper flush of red to coat his cheeks.

“I… Listen. I was just really protective of this town, of the people here, but… You really showed me what a hard working person really is. I looked forward to seeing your face every morning when you came by, and I… couldn’t stop thinking about you every day. It felt so strange, so new. I wasn’t used to it nor was I expecting it but… I liked it.”

You were now blushing yourself, your eyes so wide in shock at his words that you might’ve looked a little crazy.

“Um..” You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes gently, your lips trying to form the words you want to say.

March took a look at your face and instantly realized what you wanted. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle and shook his head, “I think a cat got your tongue…” He muttered, wrapping his hand around your cheek.

You knew he could feel how warm your face was, but you didn’t care. You parted your lips slightly, understanding what he was about to do.

You both leaned in and then made contact with one another’s lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he gently held your face as you both shared a passionate embrace.

A few moments later you both pulled away, pressing your foreheads against each other’s. You were both mesmerized, and very red.

March was the first one to break the silence, he smiled softly and laughed, “Who knew you’d be such a good kisser?”

You furrowed your brow again with an annoyed grin, “Didn’t know you had any idea how to kiss.” You shot back, proud of yourself for the comeback.

March let out a roaring chuckle, “Alright. I’ll let you have this one.”

You smiled, “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Before either of you could make another sound, you hear rustling in the fields. Both of you turn your heads around to the direction of the noise, and flush in embarrassment when you realize who was spying.

“Maple!! You blew our cover!!” Dell hissed at her friend.

Maple fanned herself, “It was such a cute moment!! I couldn’t help but say aw!”

Luc sighed, “What was your plan anyway, Dell?”

Dell grumbled, crossing her arms, “I thought they knew where to find better strawberries.”

You and March sigh in unison, then look at each other again and burst out laughing.

“You guys are so sneaky!!” You giggled, standing up from kneeling down. You dusted yourself off then picked up your basket, “Lucky for you little gremlins, we DO have great strawberries, but you’ll have to catch me first!”

March snickered and picked his basket up, “You heard them, go! Go! Go!” He cheered, watching you run off with the berries in arms.

The kids cheered and raced after you, well, except for Maple, who graciously walked after you.

March admired you as you ran around the field with the kids, a smile on his face as he crossed his arms together…

“Jeez… What a day…” He smirked.

[bannanasrus]

Tummy Cuddles

Contains willing M/M safe vore cuddling belching other general fluff

Blake stood at the bottom of the stairs shaking the rain from his black hair and scowled out the closing door at the weather, he was cold, wet and miserable.

“Rough day?” Asked Miss Olgania sympathetically

“Ehh kinda, weather doesn’t help much” replied Blake

“The weather is terrible it never ceases to rain”

“It really doesn’t help when it’s cold either” said Blake

“I’m heading up to my flat to put on the kettle to have a cup of herbal tea and when I have finished that I will start on my dinner” said Miss Olgania as she and Blake began their way upstairs “I would offer you and Cecil dinner but I have not prepared for such an evening meal”

“Miss Olgania, don’t worry at all” said Blake “We should invite you to ours sometime”

“That sounds lovely dear” she replied “I do hope you have a nice evening” she said smiling as Blake was walked to the door of his apartment

“And the same to you Miss Olgania” said Blake smiling back at her as she carried on the stairs.

Blake made his way to the door his and Cecil’s own flat fumbling with the key in the lock before getting the door open and walking in. Cecil or as he sometimes affectionately called him, Hungry Hercules was stirring a pot on the hob and intermittently taking his glasses off to wipe them of the condenstion.

“Hey Herc” said Blake

“Oh Hi Blake” said Cecil turning round. He wore an apron that said “Kiss the chef” emblazoned in Black and red lettering

“Smells good, what’s cooking?” Asked Blake sidling up to Cecil

“Oh um stew” he said slightly distracted by Blake as he put the spoon back into the pot and stirred. “Perfect for a dismal day, evening and night like this has been”

“I’ll say” grumbled Blake

He felt Cecil’s hands on his waist pulling him close to the strong, broad chest of his Boyfriend “I missed you today” Cecil murmured feeling Blake’s arms wrap around him returning the hug.

“I missed you too”

Blake stepped back intending to go and change but felt himself being pulled back.

“Don’t go” said Cecil pouting

“I have to change” sighed Blake, “if you want you can come with me” he added playfully

Cecil blushed “Um” he heard a sound from the pot that made him turn “crap, it’s catching” he started to stir the pot again allowing Blake to go wash and dry himself and his hair and change into a teeshirt and jeans.

Blake got back to find cecil spooning stew into two bowls, smiling he took his seat as Cecil placed his bowl down on the table and then sat opposite him with his own, a basket of bread sat between them.

“How was your day” asked Blake raising a spoon of stew to his lips and blowing on it slightly

“It was ok, better now that you’re here” said Cecil blushing “what about you?”

“Awful” said Blake shortly causing Cecil to laugh “and I got soaked going home”

“Well at least you have stew to enjoy”

“Indeed” Blake said smiling wryly

They ate in companionable silence Cecil as always easily ate more than Blake. Blake slid off his chair and padded round to Cecil and sat on his lap, gently rubbing little circles on his stomach. Cecil wrapped his arms around him and gently bit Blake’s ear grinning at the way his cheeks coloured. “Mmmm, delicious” he whispered into Blake’s ear, making the latter squirm. “I think I have room left for desert”.

Blake’s hands squeezed the thick, muscular torso he was held against, Cecil wasn’t going to eat him straight away he knew that, he wasn’t some asshat to be treated as food he was Cecil’s favourite meal.

“Well you’ll have to be patient” whispered Blake, “your desert isn’t ready yet”

Cecil huffed slightly then squeezed Blake tighter “please” he gave puppy dog eyes that melted Blake if only slightly.

“Ok, you can have your desert” he said, he smiled trying not to laugh at Cecil’s rapid shift from sadness to joy. But you need to prepare it, and your desert needs to prepare you.

Cecil smiled, “that’s works for me” he said

“Good” said Blake softly kissing Cecil’s cheek. He moved back gently passing his hand over Cecil’s teeshirt. “First your desert needs you out of those clothes”

“Only if my desert does the same” replied Cecil

“Of course”

Cecil’s hands traced up Blakes body pulling off his teeshirt then his jeans Blake responded in kind taking off Cecils teeshirt then his joggers, grinning as his boyfriends Herculean physique was laid out.

Cecil meanwhile was appreciating the small but as he knew strong body of Blake. Blake kissed him on the lips his hand roamed up and down Blake’s body, he enjoyed doing this, part of the joy of having a returning prey, like Blake, was the preparation aspect, sure he’d had other preys that had come back but many seemed to want to become a permeant addition to him, and he didn’t like the idea of that. Blake didn’t, sure Blake wanted to be in him, but he wanted to be let out as well, which suited Cecil.

Today he desperately missed Blake and just needed him where he could hold him, to feel so completely full of the small black haired man, who was in spite of his appearance abject chaos himself.

Blake for his part, was enjoying being on Cecil’s lap. He wanted to be as close to him as possible, it had been a cold wet and miserable day and he wanted to be warm and safe, and he could get that inside Cecil’s stomach. However that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the physique of his boyfriend before he went inside his belly.

“These Biceps belong on a statue of a hero” murmured Blake stroking the muscles as Cecil Flexed them for him. “You have the best Abs in the world” whispered Blake tracing his hands down the muscles of Cecil’s wide stomach grinning at Cecil’s cocky smile at the attention. “And these pecs are mighty fine”. Cecil flexed his pecs beneath Blake’s figertips, “all the better for you to bury your face in” he whispered, Blake giggled and rubbed his face in Cecil’s pecs, Cecil’s stomach growled not an agonised groan of hunger, nor a gluttonous cry but more of a polite intrusion - if stomach noises could be polite. “Is my desert ready?” He asked politely.

“Yes I think he is” replied Blake moving to straddle Cecil stroking his hands up and down Cecils abdomen his biceps, thighs and pecs - all received special attention. He moved up to kiss Cecil who received it and then gently, ever so gently - opened his mouth and began to swallow the smaller man down. Blake for his part was thinking - he’d probably need another shower after this was done, he also considered that it was a good thing he didn’t have work the next day, just because Cecil would let him out didn’t mean he would let him out in a couple of hours.

Cecil’s lips closed over Blakes feet and he let out a deep belch that reverberated around Blake. Had Blake been one of Cecil’s meals, that sound would have frightened him - a forceful pronouncement of doom - however, that deep belch caused Blake to chuckle to himself, he really is stuffed thought Blake to himself as he curled tighter inside Cecil’s stomach. He felt the bigger man rubbing circles on his stomach and moaning gently. Technically he supposed he wasn’t in Cecil’s digestive stomach, but rather his storage one so it wasn’t surprising that there was no sign of food inside.

“There truly could be no one more delicious” moaned Cecil “Or more filling - a five star meal, or three star perhaps worth a special trip”

“I’m glad my flavour pleases you” murmured Blake he was feeling sleepy his day having taken more out of him that he’d thought.

“You sound tired Danger Prone”

Blake groaned at the nickname - but it was fair “I am tired - today was quite taxing”

“Busy”

“Yeah pretty much - I think Martha, Andre and Cole need a spa day or two after the clients we had today”

“Were they awful”

“Um pretty much”

“Hey you a criminal psychologist do you think they did the deed”

“They’re guilty as sin”

“Oh dear”

“And not very polite” he sighed “if you’re going to pretend not to have solicited a hitman, at least try to be nice to people, and you know not tell me that you know a guy who can make me wish I wasn’t born”

“Clearly they’ve forgotten you’ve got me” said Cecil

“Yeah”

“listen I’m going to get the dishes done”

“Aww no the dishes” he yawned “urgh I should have helped you with them” he added sleepily

“No, you sleep there, tucked up in my stomach and I’ll do them - it’s not much”

“Oh um ok…” his voice was fading as he slowly fell into unconsciousness safely tucked away.

Cecil stroked his distended gut where Blake was concealed occasionally he had been called upon to use this, sometimes to get Blake out of dangerous situations. Tonight however it was merely to spend time with him. Rising, he made his way to the sink with the empty bowls and began to wash up. Blake, he mused to himself - seemed to fill him up in a different way every time, sometimes it was the point of feeling deliciously overfilled and bloated and other times it was like this, comfortably full.

Finishing the dishes which didn’t take him that long Cecil, made his way to their bathroom. He took off his glasses and striped his boxers off - the last item of clothing Blake had left on him - and he had left on Blake - there was a time and a place for things like that and tonight they just wanted a closer cuddle. He turned on the shower and hopped in letting the warm water wash over him. It had been a horrible day but it was going to be a good night. He tenderly stroked his gut again feeling Blake shift inside him. This is so perfect he thought to himself. Blake where he’s so comfortable he’s fallen asleep.

“You are the best meal ever you know” he whispered to his gut he heard Blake murmuring in his sleep, he put his glasses back on and made his way to their bed and clambered in. “Sweet dreams” he whispered to his gut before he too fell asleep.

It was about 8 o’clock when Cecil slowly awoke, blinking his eyes. His hands slowly went to his distended stomach and stroked it

“Are you awake?” He asked gently, “if you are, good morning, if not keep snoozing I’ll get up whenever you want”. He got no response he gently kissed his stomach and patted it, “That’s alright” he said leaning back putting his massive arms above his head as he closed his eyes, “keep on kipping”.

Blake stirred and opened his eyes blearily he felt the warm wet embrace of a stomach, not just any stomach, but Cecil’s - he heard the steady breathing of his boyfriend above him, he stretched languidly pushing at spots in Cecil’s stomach he knew would gain a reaction, “Blake you are awake - ah that tickles” he laughed and Blake gently tickled a particularly sensitive spot on Cecil’s stomach coaxing up more giggles and laughs from the big man he was inside.

“Good morning handsome” he said relenting in his tickling and leaning back against the plush inside

“Good morning yourself” replied Cecil, “do you want me to let you out?”

“Not just yet” murmured Blake I wanna be in here a bit longer

“That’s fine with me, you don’t have an objection if I lay here as well”

“I’d prefer it”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You fill me out so well” said Cecil grinning at the bulge that had been created by his boyfriend’s body wrapping his arms around it tenderly.

“I appreciate the compliment Cecil” said Blake reaching his hand up to make an ever so slight impression on Cecil’s bulging stomach, he felt the gentle reciprocated touch from his boyfriend.

“Hey it isn’t just a compliment it’s the truth” Cecil laughed “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Herc, I can make my own breakfast”

“Well since you’ve given me breakfast in bed I thought I’d return the favour” replied Cecil playfully

“You can make me pancakes you silly big idiot” teased Blake

Cecil laughed “Shall I let you out now, I wouldn’t say no to keeping you there while I make breakfast”

“Yeah, but I would have no objection to being swallowed down later today” he added the final part in a hushed whisper.

Cecil let Blake out in the bathroom and after making sure he was ok he left him to shower again and get dressed while he went to start on their breakfast.

When Blake returned, dressed in tee-shirt and jeans, the two of them sat and ate breakfast in companionable silence.

“So,” said Cecil as they moved to and sat on the sofa “what do you want to do today”

“Well I was thinking we could take a walk, are you going to the gym today? If you are then we can chill after you get back if you’re not going then what we could do is…”

Cecil listened to Blake go on making contingency plans if he was honest, Cecil would honestly be happy to just sit with Blake all day and enjoy his company, that being said he was going to go to the gym, hey he had to maintain and build his Herculean physique somehow. He could ask Blake to come with him, but he would be slightly worried about some of the more unpleasant Preds that frequented his gym, oh he wasn’t concerned for Blake’s Safety - he was concerned for their safety from Blake, that small man packed one hell of a punch, as he had found out on his first meeting with his short but mighty boyfriend.

“Cecil, Ces are you listening?” Asked Blake

“Oh yeah, I’m going to to the gym today, assuming there’s not been something disastrous that’s happened to it”

“I moved on from that about 3 minutes ago”

“Oh”

“What I was asking was, would you swallow me down again tonight” he leaned across making Cecil’s face grow very hot to be perfectly honest his face was also tinged red

“Um” his stomach betrayed him growling appreciatively at the thought of it’s favourite meal inside it

“I think your stomach agrees with me”

“You are always welcome in my belly” said Cecil kissing Blake on his cheek

“I know that, and I’m glad” said Blake, he loved being inside Cecil every bit as much as the Big man enjoyed having him inside him, they would always enjoy Tummy cuddles.

Fluffy Vore 👏 Fluffy Vore 🙌 Fluffy Vore

I’m really on a kick for writing this, if I was ever forced to only write one type of vore I think I’d pick safe, although I have a confession I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for like a month or so lol,

[hypernova-writes]

Mon Bijou.

Synopsis: The King's ball is coming up, and you get invited to go by your dear friend. But...Should you really have gone..?

Pairing: Spy x Reader

a/n: This is the second person in my yandere! Royalty series! give me suggestions on who I should do next~ also Spy's name in this is Lawrence btw!

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartache

Whatever you wish for, you keep...

....b e c a r e f u l w h a t y o u w i s h f o r...

Wishing upon a star every night is supposed to give you hope that whatever you wish for will eventually come true. That whatever problem that is plaguing you will be gone, and replaced with an everlasting joy that will cause you to forget whatever troubles originally plaguing your mind.

“Y/n.”

You pray and you hope that one day you will get your own happy ending, that you wouldn’t have to live this damned life that you were cursed to live.

“Y/N!!!!”

You jolted from your daydreaming by your window and hurriedly made your way down from the attic to the kitchen where you were being summoned. You finally reached the room to see your step mother, standing there with a basket and a list, meaning that she wanted you to go to the market. 

“I apologize for being lat mother i-” You were cut off by the harsh smack she delivered to your face, before she started talking.

“When I call for you. You come. You ungrateful brat.” She began as she turned her back to you, “You need to go out to the market. Theres things that need to be grabbed for my Daughters.”

You simply nod slowly, grabbing your bag and the basket off of the table before setting off, walking past your step sisters, who were busy gossiping about something you didn’t catch before you walked out of the home.

You were the eldest, being the only living family member left of your father. Ever since your father passed away two years ago, things have been horrible for you. Lady Navi, your step mother, took over the estate and everything that your father had originally left to you.

And your step sisters, Denice and Ana both know this, and continue to rub it in your face that your father is dead and gone. They were horrible to you, forcing you to do their chores, run their errands, you weren’t even allowed to go out anymore unless one of them were accompanying you. So you were surprised when you were sent off without them.

You hurried out of the door before they decided to change their mind, it had been a while since you had been allowed out like this. 

When reaching the market, you smiled and waved to all of the vendors who seemed more than pleased to see you out and about once agan.

“Ah! NIce to see you little one!”

“Are you doing well?”

“Here take this! Take care now!”

You gracefully accepted the gifts they gave you, knowing that you would have to hide them as soon as you returned home because you know for certain they would be snatched from you if your sisters even caught wind of them.

You walked down the market street before your eyes locked with a male, and you giggle as he beckons you over. “Greetings Mr. I apologize I haven’t been here for our meetings”

“..No worries Mon Amour..I am glad to see you are alright.”

Every time you came to the market you made sure to stop by this one stall, he sold many jewels and things that seemed to be way out of your league, but that wasn’t what drawn you to him at first. It was his voice. 

You remember your first meetings, You had to come to him to fix a watch that your mother had broke, but blamed YOU for it. He happily obliged an fixed it, all while talking about random things to keep your mind off your step mother.

He was a true gentleman, Such a kind a soul. Whoever would become his wife would be a lucky one indeed.

“Oh I have something for you my dear.” He says as he hands you a envelope with a golden trim. You took it and gasped softly. An invitation for tomorrow’s ball.

King Lawrence…Not many truly knew how he looked due to how secretive he was, but rumor has it that this ball was him reaching out looking for suitors. Every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom was invited. You had figured you weren’t going to be invited to go because people forget you existed.

You happily accepted it and when you were about to thank him he places a finger to his lip. “NO need to thank me beautiful. You should get to enjoy yourself.” He then smiles at you before he looked to his watch. 

“Ah you should get home, I wouldn’t want to be the reason you no longer can come to town anymore.” He takes your hand and places a kiss to it. “Until then, Mon bijou..”

You tilt your head. “What does that mean?”

“My Jewel.”

—----------

You were happily finishing doing your makeup. Today was the day! 

The ball was here and your mother said that you could attend if you did all of your chores. So you worked hard, all the way until you managed to finish your last chore. 

You then ran to get dressed, putting on a beautiful gown that originally belonged to your mother. You smile as you do a twirl before rushing to go and join your sisters and mother.  

When you approached them, Denice sneered at first. “ Ugh..You’re going in that?” She laughed as she turned her back to you. “It looks like it was made from scraps! Perfect for you though.” 

You ignored them and went to your step mother and smiled. “Mother! I finished all of my chores, and I-i got an invitation from the town!” You say happily as you show her the invitation. She simply walked up to you and snatched it from your hands.

“Such a insolent and foolish brat you truly are.” She hissed as she held the invitation. “You don’t deserve this at all! This ball if for people who are going to be the King’s suitor. Not handmaidens.”

Ana giggles as she walks up to you. “Yes! And mother already promised that we would have a chance at the kings heart! Theres no room for you!!”

You looked at her. “B-but..You promised I could go..” To which your step mother only cackled.

“Oh I did? I said you could go if you were properly dressed.” She snapped her fingers and your step sisters advanced on you. You began backing away, shaking your head and begging them to not do what they were about to do. 

You had no choice but to watch as they pulled and tore at your dress, ripping it and tearing it, laughing and cackling as they ruined your gown. They continued for nearly 30 minutes untl your step mother clapped her hands.

“That’s enough girls!” She chuckled and smirked as her daughters came back to her side. “We will be late if we keep messing with the common folk.”

You watched as they took the invitation that your dear friend had given to you, leaving you with a ruined and tattered dress in the middle of the floor. You scooped up the fabric and could feel the tears beginning to well down your cheeks. You walk out to the backyard, before finally sitting down beside the fountain. 

You looked up to the sky and frowned. “T-this isn’t fair..” You mumble as you bury your head in the palm of your hands. 

Sighing softly you pull your knees to your chest, your tear stain face glistening in the moonlight, you were devastated, watching as the sky turned darker and the moon rose higher and higher in the sky.

“Hey, Hey You there.!”

You lift your head to see a woman dressed in a purple suit with purple glittering wings, she wore glasses and had black hair that was tied back into a bun. She smiled down at you as she lowered herself to the ground.

“Why are you crying?..” She asked and you motioned down to your dress. She then nods as she finally comes to rest in front of you.”My sisters..tore my dress for the ball…now i can’t go..”

She taps her chin before she smiles down at you.

“How about I give you another dress!”

“A-and how are you going to do that?..” You ask softly as you wipe your remaining tears before sitting up properly to look at the woman. “An..and who even are you?”

The woman stands up straight before she lets out a soft laugh. “OH! Where are my manners! You can call me Ms. Pauling! I’m like a fairy godmother!” She says as she whips out the wand and waves it gently in front of your face.

“Huh? Like the ones in fairytales?”

“Mhm! But i’m very much real! Watch this~!” 

You watch as she waves her wand, and a nearby pumpkin turns into a beautiful carriage made of silver and gold with emerald for the vines. The wheels looked like they could’ve been made of beautiful diamond with how glittery and sparkly they were in the moonlight.

You stare in amazement before Ms. Pauling turns to you with a bright smile. “Now what was that about not being able to go?” She waves her wand and a surge of magical energy starts to surround you. You close your eyes to shield them from the harsh lights.

“Go ahead and upon them now!”

You open your eyes and look down seeing that you were now wearing a beautiful light blue ball gown, the gown shimmered in the moonlight almost making it look like your were glowing. You wore matching white gloves,  and you watched as Ms. Pauling walked over to adjust the matching hair piece that was nestled in your hair.

“Oh Check your shoes too!” 

You looked down and saw that you were wearing crystal glass heels, fit perfectly to your size. You smile as you do a twirl and that earned a chuckle from Ms. Pauling. “See? Now lets get you to that ball~”

You then frown. “But..I don't have an invitation-” You stopped your words as you watched as she magically produced an invitation in her hands. She smirks and hands it to you before ushering you into the carriage. You hear a few more sounds before the carriage starts moving forward, catching you off guard. You stumble a bt in the carriage before you regain your balance. 

You look out of the carriage at the moving scenery before you, placing a hand to your hear you sigh softly. “God..I hope everything goes well…”

“I don’t know if i can take anymore heartbreak…” You mumble as you look up to the stars, You lean on the window of the carriage as it slowly started to approach the castle. 

You could see the dozens upon dozens of women and men dressed down to the tea, all of them with the same goal in mind:

Impress the king. 

“Alright! We are here!” 

You jumped as Ms. Pauling opened the carriage door for you, you take her hand as she helps you down from the carriage.

You let out a gasp of wonder as you come to look at the palace, having never seen it up close before, only from a distance. The place was beautiful, decorated in tons of flowers of various colors, ribbons and streamers of  all kinds covered the balconies as they welcomed various guests into the ballroom.

“Now Sweetheart, theres a catch to your dress.”  Ms Pauling points to the clock. “Once that clock hits 12 I need you to meet back here with me. Or else your dress is going to turn back into ruin right in front of you.” She explained and you nodded as she handed you your invitation. 

“Besides that, go and enjoy yourself.” She says as she shooed you inside. You nod and begin to follow the crowd of people heading inside. 

You were all wide eye and bushy tailed, after all, this is the fanciest event that you’ve ever been to you in your lifetime. The dresses were beautiful and the people who were all gathered here were too, it made you wonder why in the world did you ever decide to come here.

“You look lost, May I?”

You yelped as you turned to face a tall male, he had bluish grey eyes, salt and pepper like hair that was combed to the side with a few strategically placed pieces. He wore a red suit that looked very very expensive, covered in a sash with a jeweled brooch on his chest pocket.

He held his hand out for you and you took it gently allowing him to pull you closer to him, he chuckles at your wide eyed expression and the blush that covered your cheeks. 

“I’m guessing that this is your first time here, non?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish grin.

“I-is it that obvious?..” 

“Well, You look like a child in a candy shop, my darling.” 

You pout and he only laughs softly as he guides you in a dance, so the two of you would end up blending in with crowd as they moved around. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he guides you, you weren’t the best dancer, one doesn’t get much experience dancing with the broomsticks while cleaning up.

“What brings you here tonight?..” He asks and you think for a bit. Why did you want to come? Was it just to get out of the house and experience this before? Or did you actually think that you had a chance with the King?..

“Ah..Just to get out, My Step mother is quite..overbearing..”

“Hmm, I can understand that.” He answered as he twirled you, making you grip onto him a little tighter. He grins softly as he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Do not worry Ma belle..I got you..”

God his voice could make you melt, this man was certainly charmer..he reminded you so much of your dear friend. The way he teased you certainly was the same, bringing a fiery blush to your cheeks.

“What about the King?”

“Hmm?..Oh..well I don’t think i’m in the league for him..Look at me..and I mean he’s THE KING, not some lowly aristocrat..” You answer and he hums in response. 

“You never know, The King may be wanting a genuine, raw connection. Not one for money..” The male said and you tilted your head. You hadn’t thought about that. If you were a royal, you would definitely want to marry someone who wasn’t a royal. Someone who accepted you for who you were, and not just for the title that came with it.

“I guess so..I would hate it..you know? I would want to be able to choose who I want..and not for money or status..” You say and He nods along with you before he pulls away a bit.

“Shall we? I get a bit overwhelmed with crowds for too long..” The male says softly and you nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the ballroom. 

The two of you walk and talk for a bit, he makes you laugh, and you make him. He compliments you and you return them as quick as he dishes them. You couldn’t see it, but his heart was pounding inside of his chest, never had he ever felt like this before, and never had you.

This was the first time you’ve ever been treated equal...let alone by a man.

So when he approached you once more, backing you against one of the pillars outside, his lips inches away from yours..

You didn’t push him away.

Maybe it was a bit risky to share such a moment with a man you just met, but the way he spoke to you, it lit something inside of you, like something was calling you towards him.

He hikes one of your legs up onto his waist as he presses himself closer to you, his lips brush against your before he finally places his lips against yours. He tastes of expensive wine and light cigarettes, His lips moved against yours as it was going to be the last time he was going to kiss you. 

His hands started to wander, traveling up your dress and caressing your legs as he tried pulling you closer and closer. 

“Tu es si parfait, mon bijou..” He practically growled against your lips before pulling away to trail kisses down your neck. You whimper softly and tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I've been wanting to get you alone like this…”

“Watching you everyday..waiting..”

“Mon précieux petit bijou... je ferai en sorte que tu ne puisses jamais me quitter.”

You freeze at his words. 

“W-what did you call me..?” You ask as he pulls away, still holding your hands in his. He smirks and chuckles softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

“My Jewel…It seems you’ve caught on to me..” He starts as he then moves to get on one knee infront of you. 

“My name..Is Lawrence…King Lawrence…your precious jewelry seller…” He says as he holds your hand and you could only look at him in horror.

The man…the man you found yourself..falling for..always wanting to see again…

Was the King.

“I disguise myself regularly. To go out amongst the common folk, mingle with folks in my kingdom. Something i picked up from my son.” He informed as he places a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You..You’ve been nothing but a darling to me. You treated me with respect then…and you treated me with respect now.”

He then stood up, pulling you towards him once more, this time with a harsher grip as his eyes darkened a bit. “..you’ve stolen my heart…and I dont see myself with anyone else but you.”

You started to back away from him. “I..I your highness..I can-”

He shushed you. “Lawrence. Call me Lawrence. And theres no you can’t, I’ve chosen you. You will be my Queen. There is no one else I’d rather call mine.”

For every step you took back, he took another one forward. He continued walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he tilts his head.

“You are mine…and I refuse to let you go. You signed your fate the day you met me.”

Your mind was racing. Thats why he gave you the invitation, the gifts, the teasing…how could you be so stupid!?

You were about to respond to him when you hear the clock tower ring out, and you whipped your head around.

12:00am. 

You quickly turned on your heel and booked it, ignoring his yelling behind you. You had to get back to Ms. Pauling, you had to. 

“GUARDS! STOP HER! THAT WOMAN IS THE FUTURE QUEEN ON THIS KINGDOM!”

You looked behind you and saw as several guards came from corners, rushing to join him in chasing you. You yelped out as you sped up, trying to run as fast as these heels could take you.

You reached the large staircase where you had entered and began running down only to trip up. You got sent tumbling to the ground, crashing at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Ma belle!”

 You looked up and saw him standing at the top of the stairs, he saw you injured at the bottom and came running. You quickly gathered your dress and whatever strength you had left in you and went running towards the carriage, abandoning the heel that you had lost on the staircase. “

When you made it back to the carriage, you spooked the carriage operator and they were about to ask when you yelled: “Just go!!”

The carriage began moving and you could hear the sounds of guards yelling, trying to get the carriage to stop. You clutched your chest as the carriage made its way back to your home at breakneck speeds. You lean against the window.

Maybe your Step mother was right. You shouldn’t have gone at all..

You should’ve stayed home.

—-

The next day, the kingdom was up in arms. 

The king was traveling through city after city, home after home, looking for someone he called Mon bijou..his jewel..

You were home, cleaning, trying to forget that night with him. You were too afraid to go to the market, under fear that you would run into him again.

Luckily your Step Mom did need anything, and if she did, recently she just went her daughters instead of sending you.

The four of your were home today, You were busy in the kitchen while your Step Mother, Denice and Ana chatted about what was going on.

“I wonder who this mystery girl is!”

“Right! They got to dance with king!”

“And she just ran?! Such a dummy!”

You sigh as you listen to them..’They wouldn’t understand..’  You thought as you finished sweeping in the kitchen.

You then jolted as the front door was knocked on. Your Step mother went to open it, and you peeked around the corner, seeing that it was two members of the royal guard. 

“His majesty demands to see all of the maidens of this house.”

Your Step mother eagerly pushed Denince and Ana forward, “These are my two daughters, sir. Aren’t they lovely?.” 

You watched from your spot, and locked eyes with one of the guards and felt a shiver go down your back as he beckoned you. “You too.”

Your step mother looks over to you and she sneers, “She’s just the maid. She was not even at the ball the other night.” But the guard made you come forward anyways, dragging you to stand next to your sisters, watching as they struggled to fit into the glass slipper. You watched as they struggled, trying to do anything to make their foot fit into the slipper until the guards finally snatched it from them. 

“C'est assez!”

You lifted your head and you felt your blood run cold as standing in the doorway was the King himself. “Ma Belle…It is time for you to stop playing these games. Time for you to come home to your darling Husband.”

Your Step mother stood up. “Your highness! You must be mistaken. This is just our maid! There is no way she could be the woman that you are looking for!” She says as she makes her daughters get up. “Are you sure my lovely daughters aren’t who you are looking for?.”

The King rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. He grips your chin and angles your face up to face him. He tilts your head, and he chuckles. “I see..I left my mark..” He says as he trails his hand along your neck. “Guards. We are done here. I’ve got my darling.” 

“That’s impossible! There's no way that she could be her! Look at her! She’s nothing bu-”

A loud bang was heard and you jolted as blood splattered a bit on your face and clothes as well as the King’s.

You opened your eyes and looked in horror as there was now a bullet through Ana’s head as she was now slumped against her sister who was screaming over her dead body.

King Lawrence then turned to your Step Mother and smirks. “Unless You want to lose another daughter, Shut that one up.”

He then moves to caress your face,leaning down to kiss your lips, not caring that your step sister blood was on your face. 

“Now…let’s go home, mon bijou.”

No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true....

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Winnie The Pooh AU, Dreamnoblade.

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Techno of the Blade had lived in this enchanted forest for quite a long time, ever since his dearest friend had extended an olive branch to him- which meant that Techno could live in the truck of his olive tree while his friend perched in its branches. It was a perfect fit for them both, for Techno was a pig who much preferred to stay on the ground, while his friend was a bird, and could appreciate the skies with a closer view.

Techno was very fond of his home, from the bubbling, burbling creek, to the potato fields he had so carefully cultivated over the long years, to the few eclectic neighbors that lived in the forest with him. It was incredibly peaceful, and just what Techno was looking for in a home.

Which is why of course he had found himself worrying over the arrival of a brand new neighbor in the forest.

"The Great Technoblade isn't worried at all," Techno informed the narrator. "You're making a fuss over nothing."

Of course, even as he said this, he glanced at his calendar. The arrival date was today, he had double and triple checked. He had even made sure to check Philza’s calendar, despite it being at the top of the tree, a place he very much did not prefer to be.

"It's important to be punctual." Techno defended, and went to grab the Welcome Basket off his dining table.

He hadn't been sure of the new neighbors likes and dislikes. He didn't know anything at all about them, really, so he settled with things he personally found comforting: potatoes from his field, a few copies of his favorite books, and a gold coin one used to rub their thumb against when they needed something to do. If his neighbor didn't like these, he could at least say he tried his best.

"I'm not giving him my bell, though." Techno added as he walked out the door. He raised his arm high until his fingertips just barely brushed the edges of the bell hanging at his front entrance. "I think that would be considered my best."

"Hey Techno!" A voice called. At the top of the olive tree, his oldest friend- Philza Minecraft- called down to him. "Are you going to see the neighbor?"

"It's time, yeah!"

"Did you remember to pack my cookies?"

"Of course I did." Techno said. He hurried back inside to grab the parcel of cookies in his pantry, tucking it beneath the cloth of the Welcome Basket. As he did, he heard his cuckoo clock, reminding him not to be late.

He walked through the woods at a timely pace. It was a wonderful day outside; the gentlest of breezes made the leaves rustle, and the shade of the trees speckled the ground with light. He fought the urge to play an old game where he'd jump from one light to another, like a particularly interesting game of hopscotch.

"Hello Technoblade!" A pink face peered up at him from the stream's edge. Niki the Axolotl gave him a bright smile. "Its nice to see you. Are you meeting the new neighbor right now?"

"Indeed." Techno nodded, hooves going a little faster now that Philza wasn't watching. He raced along the stream, and she swum quick alongside him. "Have you seen him yet today?"

"Just from a distance. He never got close enough to the water for me to say hello."

"Do you want me to get the wheel barrel?" Techno asked, ready to change directions towards the Big Shed nearby. "We can meet him together if you're up for it."

"Oh no, that's perfectly fine. I'll meet him later at the Welcoming Party, won't I? We shouldn't overwhelm him so quickly."

Niki, as always, had a point. The new neighbor was likely to be as wonderfully odd as the rest of Techno's friends in the woods, which meant that one of his quirks could be preferring smaller gatherings to big ones. Techno would have to find out. The thought of learning all these new things made him a little anxious, but also excited.

"I take offense to that," Techno informed the narrator as he began to cross the rocks at the calmest part of the stream. "The Great Technoblade fears nothing and no one."

As he said this, he nearly slipped into the stream, but managed to save himself and his basket from being soaked at the last second. Niki giggled.

"Alright, alright, I get it." Techno sighed. He made it to the other side, thankful at feeling the grass and dirt path under his hooves. He checked his fabric body to make sure he was still sewed up, and then drew his red cape around himself. It was a good thing he left his paper crown at home.

"Wait, Techno, before you go-!"

Niki drew herself up to sit on the rocks, pulling off her backpack to rummage through it. She pulled out a silky bundle tied with a small purple bow. It was handed to him very carefully.

"For our new neighbor, since you're giving him the Welcome Basket," She said with happy wiggle.

"I'll make sure it gets to him," Techno nodded very seriously, tucking it away into the basket. Niki beamed at him, and he felt very warm and content at the trust she had placed in his ability.

"Thank you so much. I'll see you at the Welcome Party tomorrow!" Niki waved her hand, and then slid back into the water, seeing him off before swimming back towards the lake.

The forest soon gave way to an open clearing, and, just a little further, an unused garden next to a large burrow. It was very plain. His new neighbor had only arrived a few days ago, so it was too much to expect things to be blooming and colorful.

Maybe, if his neighbor was in need of a helping hoof, Techno could show him how to garden like a pro.

Technoblade stood in front of the door and paused. And waited. And waited some more. The nervousness returned, and he struggled to push through it to knock on the door.

"You're distracting me with your chatter," Techno grumbled at the narrator, and finally raised his hoof to knock at the door.

However, before he could even start, the door opened. A rabbit in a green cloak stood in front of him, glowering.

"Why are you standing in front of my door like that?" He asked flatly.

Techno tried not to look too sheepish. "I was preparing myself for my entrance. Are you the new neighbor?"

"I just moved in here, so I guess I am." The rabbit squinted at him. "Why are you asking?"

Techno drew himself to full height, and proudly presented the Welcome Basket. "I am Technoblade, I live in this forest and I've come to welcome you."

For a moment, it was silent. The rabbit seemed baffled at the display and unsure of what to do about it. He slowly took the offered basket, and held it close to his chest. He peered at it, and then up at Techno.

"Uh, thank you?" He said hesitantly. He glanced into his house. "... Do you want to come in?"

Techno grinned. Success! "I would be honored."

His neighbor hopped into the burrow, and Techno followed, shutting the door behind him.

The place was about as plain on the inside as it was on the outside. He expected there to be loads of boxes in the living room, or on furniture and shelves, waiting to be opened. But only two smaller ones were tucked into the corner by the chair. The kitchen he was led to was no different, a single box opened up on the counter, and when he leaned over to peak, it was filled with a set of white plates.

The rabbit set the basket on the table before opening the cupboard and grabbing two mugs.

"What's your name by the way?" Techno asked, not wanting to refer to his new neighbor as 'rabbit' any longer.

"Dream." Dream said without fanfare. He twisted the handle of the sink and filled both cups with fresh water. "Are you thirsty? Here."

He set the cup down on the table. An attentive host. Techno could appreciate that.

"Thank you. Would you like any help moving in? I can lift things pretty easily, and it always goes faster with friends."

Dream looked at him a little oddly. Yeah, maybe it was too soon to pull out the 'friendship' card. Still, Techno was determined that by the time the Welcome Party happened, they would be the best of friends. He wasn't sure if it was the sad state of the rabbit's home or his closed off demeanor, but Techno of The Blade was a curious pig, and he wanted to see if he could get Dream to crack even the smallest of smiles.

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Start again

In order to stay away from their past, the Uzuis move into a little village near a mountain. The people are really nice there and the most important part of it is that nobody knows them.

They get used to the lifestyle there, not as flamboyant as Tengen would like it to be, but it's a place where they can be happy while he fulfills his duties as a hashira.

One day, while Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru are in the center of the village to buy food, a beautiful boy, probably eighteen or a bit older, comes with a basket full of charcoal.

He has long hair tied up into a ponytail, his face is a little bit dirty because of the charcoal, his clothes are not expensive at all and most likely were given to him by someone who didn't need them anymore...

But the truth is that he looks adorable. His smile is like the Sun and his eyes glimmer with kindness all the time.

Also it seems like everyone around knows him because they call him by his first name.

"Tanjirou!" The woman who sells the fish waves at him. "Come here, I need some charcoal."

Suma fixes her hair without even realizing what she's doing and Hinatsuru gets a little bit flustered when the redhead comes closer to them. Makio doesn't waste time and offers to buy the rest of the charcoal after the people around get what they need.

"Really?" Tanjirou beams, making the three of them blush. He introduces himself and after they do the same, Hinatsuru invites him to their house to drink a cup of tea. "That'd be really nice, but I live on the mountain and I don't want to–"

"Please, just for a couple of minutes," Suma pleads, almost tearing up, which makes Tanjirou give in.

Tengen comes back while they're drinking tea, the women introduce Tanjirou to their husband feeling a little bit guilty for some reason, but then, as the sound hashira kneels next to the redhead... his demeanor changes.

It's surprising, but Tengen gets a little bit flustered. He reaches for Tanjirou's cheek to wipe a little bit of dirt from his face without realizing what he's doing until it's too late.

"Sorry! You h-had something on your face," Tengen stammers, prompting his wives to watch with fascination and amusement.

"Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles at him, looking like he's truly grateful indeed. "Well... I think I should go. It's getting late and I have to walk a long way."

"I can take you," Tengen offers immediately. "I'm really fast, we'll be there quickly."

"That sounds very kind of you, but I don't want to be a bother... Thank you for everything!"

They insist, but Tanjirou is determined so they let him go and as soon as he does, they are left with a very surprising realization: they all have a crush on the boy.

But they don't acknowledge it, thinking it'll pass. It can go away, right? Sure they're happy together and they certainly shouldn't need anyone else. The four of them love each other and they have never looked at anyone else twice but... Tanjirou is just so kind and warm... Hinatsuru feels her face like it's on fire and glances shyly at the others only to realize they're blushing too, even Tengen... And they all know they're blushing because of Tanjirou.

But no one says a word.

However, they keep welcoming him into their house, because they can't help themselves. And of course, their crush grows into something they cannot longer control.

Tanjirou starts patching Tengen up when he comes back from a mission (the boy has no idea what the tall and handsome man does for a living, but he doesn't ask). He helps Hinatsuru with the food, he helps Suma calm down when she needs it and always compliments Makio on her fighting skills whenever he finds her training.

There's no way to deny it anymore; they all have caught each other staring fondly at Tanjirou more than once, they have started to smile more... hoping to deserve something so precious as Tanjirou even after all the things they have done.

They become bold after a while because they can't help it anymore; Suma kisses Tanjirou all over the face as a form of greeting, Hinatsuru rubs her nose against the boy's, Makio wraps herself around him and sometimes cuddles with him.

Tengen... He is constantly sitting Tanjirou on his lap and nuzzling against his cheek until the boy giggles happily.

And yet, Tanjirou seems to think they all are very good friends.

The villagers know what's going on (because the Uzuis are not very subtle) and have threatened them with death if they hurt Tanjirou; everyone in the town seem to love him dearly.

And then... They meet the family. The Kamados are intimidating when they want to be; Tanjirou's mother knows what's happening as soon as she meets the Uzuis and warns them they have to prove themselves first before she can give them her approval. The siblings are not easy to win over either, despite being younger than Tanjirou, they all are very protective of him, especially Nezuko.

But Tengen and his wives can be very patient and determined when they need to be. They'll prove them they are worthy of the boy and then they'll marry him.

Because they have realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with him.

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Happy single Awareness day

Maybe a double date with Ruby and Penny plus Jaune and Pyrrha with Blake and Hera spying?

Happy (very late) single awareness day!

Inside a rather nice restaurant up in Atlas, four people just sat down at a table together. The group consisted of three redheads and one blonde, and after they got their drink orders in, they all started conversing amongst themselves.

"Thanks for inviting us out to dinner you guys!"

"Indeed! This is going to be very excellent!"

"No problem. It's our pleasure, Crater Face." Jaune had to dodge a roll being thrown at him after using his nickname for Ruby, and he did! Just not the second one that bounced off his forehead back into the basket on the table.

"Indeed~! We were trying to find somewhere that we could bring Hera as well, but not many places are open to pets here. We honestly could only find reservations for this place anyways, and only if we had a certain number of people.”

"Wait, is that why you asked us to tag along?"

"Well kinda, but it isn't the only reason!”

"We did think to ask you for that reason at first, but then we also thought that it would be much more fun to spend time with friends rather than just be alone all night again. Besides, we haven't really had a chance to see each other for almost three weeks. Catching up with you will be much more enjoyable than just us being by ourselves at such a fancy place."

"Yeah Pyrrha's right, this isn't exactly our usual outing location. I don't normally like to put on a suit."

"No, but I still think you clean up very well, Jaune."

Jaune's cheeks turned the slightest bit pink with her saying that. "Thanks Pyr. You look great in your dress too! S-so Penny! How is Team Ruby's training going up at the Academy?"

Ruby slapped her hands down on the table, but not rattling anything on it. "Hey! Why are you asking her and not me?"

"Because you would try to sugarcoat it."

Ruby sat back and crossed her arms in defiance. "No I wouldn't."

"You did it when you told Yang about our journey to Mistral."

"So you're telling me you wanted me to tell my short temper, over protective big sister Yang about all the things we ran into? All the Grimm, the Nuckelavee, that psycho scorpion guy, uncle Qrow being hurt most of the trip. You think I should have told her about all of that after seeing her for the first time in almost a year?"

...

"She does have a point, Jaune."

"Yeah, I guess she does."

Penny didn't seem to get what they were referring to, but wasn't bothered by it. "Well I think that team RWBY is doing wonderfully in their training! It has been so exciting to see them all fight again after so long!"

"See! That's what I would have said!"

"And Ruby has gotten much better with evolving her semblance! She is no longer accidentally running into walls or dropping people when she tries to carry them with her!"

"Peeenny, you didn't need to tell them that!"

"But they asked."

... ... ...

Blake, the ninja cat faunus that she was, was perfectly hidden in a bush outside the restaurant's window and peering inside, going completely unnoticed. "You know, this is honestly a lot more wholesome than I was expecting."

Hera, who was trying her best to copy her auntie Blake, was also peering into the window to get a look at her mama and papa. However, she unfortunately had her floofy butt sticking out of the back of the bush they were hiding in. Somehow, it didn't give them away. Hera let out a super sneaky growl to agree with her Auntie. "Rrrrrrr."

"Yeah. As long as they're having fun, I suppose that's all that matters. They all deserve to unwind for a bit."

"Rrrorf."

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The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 17

It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞

No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!

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John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.

The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.

Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.

"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.

Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.

It was a unanimous 'yes.'

"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.

"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.

Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.

Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.

Gordon peered over the eldest brother.

"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"

A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.

"Gords..."

"The one and only!"

Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.

"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.

"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.

"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.

"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.

"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"

"No."

"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.

"Veto."

"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"

"Especially not that."

"Fine. I've got you..."

A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.

"Eurovision!"

Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?

Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.

Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.

"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"

"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."

"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.

"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"

"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.

"I was a doctor-"

"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."

"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."

"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.

"And?"

"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."

Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.

"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"

"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."

It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.

"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.

"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"

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Charlotte Garrison (Redesigned Bio)

Name: Charlotte L. Garrison

Age: 23

Hair Color: Orangy Brown

Eye Color: Green

Birthday: April 19 1997

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Family: Rhonda Garrison (Mother), Trevor Garrison (Father), Gertrude Garrison (Older Sister), Christopher Garrison (Younger Brother), and Dorothy Garrison (Grandmother)

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Relationships:

Friends: Elijah Cartman (Best Friend/Lover), Yumi Park, Neela Arya, Sékou Botha (Sometimes), Valentin Griffin (Sometimes), Paige Bookworme (Best Friend), Ruby R. Riding, The Pigg Brothers (Percy, Parker, and Perry), Goldilocks, and other fairytale characters

Enemies: Valentin Griffin (Mostly) and Sékou Botha (Sometimes), the Big Bad Wolf, the Bad-Ending Witch, and other fairytale villains

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Personality: Out-Going, Airy, Happy, Fierce (Sometimes), Brave, Joyful, Kind, and Audacious.

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Hates: Lies, Others Not Treating Other Storybook Characters Very Nicely, Valentin, and Some Other Adults Harming Elijah

Likes: Facing Fears Of Her Own, Story Books, Princes and Princesses, Elijah, Paige, and Going Whenever the Wind Takes Her

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Facts: 1. Charlotte has an amulet that has given by her grandma. 2. She can be a toughie sometimes. 3. She and Elijah are lovers indeed! 4. Her mind has a lot to do with, for instance, Goldilocks' perfection in her artwork, Ruby's picnic basket, and the Pig Brothers' construction skills. 5. Charlotte has a chalk sashes in her pocket when she returns home to go to Fairytale Wonderland by herself. 6. She is definitely based on George Beard from Captain Underpants because she is a writer.

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Bio:

Charlotte was born on April 19 and was the family's honorary child and her siblings Gertrude and Christopher cared about her very much as their middle sister, especially her parents. Although Charlotte was, kind, brave, and sometimes grumpy whenever she became a grown up and was sweet around other people and was open-minded to anyone and anything. As a baby, she met Elijah, her childhood friend, and they became friends, no lovers! The middle daughter of the Garrison family never gives up on finding hope.

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Episode six - Bully in the Alley

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

This is a long one

"Do you think he'll like it? I should have packed more macaroons. Rainsford loves macaroons." Fanny chatted away as the three of you walked towards the stairs. You stop when you see the head nurse.

" Nurse Baggett, is Dr. Dawkins here?" You ask.

" On a Friday night? He's paying a house call on the Cat and Bagpipes." She laughs. Disappointed you turn back to your sisters who were already making their way up the stairs.

"Should I give Sneed a peek? What would you say to that?" Fanny said.

"Nothing really. Sneed isn't suited for you. His interest in us is purely political. He just wants to marry a governor's daughter and secure Head Surgeon. And he's already proposed to me." Belle rambled.

"Oh." Fanny stops walking.

"Fanny, he would've married any member of the family, including Father or the dog." Belle says.

"Belle, there is no need to be turt. Fanny, Sneed is not for you. He would not be attentive enough for you." You try to comfort her.

" So, when is your happy day?" She spits her words at Belle.

"The happy day was when I declined him." She replied.

"I should just fill my pocket with stones and walk into the sea." Fanny said.

"Sea's that way." Belle pointed.

"Belle, will you both stop this, now." You demand.

"So, just to clarify. Sneed's still available, then?" Fanny asks finally.

"For now." Belle agrees. The three of you walk into his private room. Fanny quickly delves into unpacking her basket of goodies.

"We've also got coconut macaroons, fruitcake, jam drops. Ooh, and this is pepper jelly. I made it myself to help with your recovery."

"How lovely. Lady Belle, are you well?" Sneed asks her, attempting to ignore Fanny.

"But it's quite peppery." Fanny continues.

"Better than someone who fought a pointless duel." They continued the back and fourth between the three of them. Your attention was held by the window you could hardly see through.

"Quickly. This way. Come on, quickly." You hear Hetty shouting. A Bell rings below. Running out of the room you see people clamouring all around.

"Cold compress on her. Splint that. Some doctors would be nice!" You see Hetty shouting. Jack stumbles in with a man's arm around his shoulders.

" Dr. Dawkins." You rush up to him.

" Lady y/n. Can you take him to the ward?" He hands the man over to you draping his arm over your shoulder.

"Are you even sober?" You ask.

"Three sheets to the wind. One sheet better than Prof usually is." He waves his arms. "Get your sister. I need her in the ward. Aputi, bring him in here." Jack walks away from you.

In the swirl of the chaos you do your best to help the nurses with bandaging and comforting the wounded people of Port Victory. Morning rose up without anyone really noticing. Seeing Jack standing beside the bed of one man you walked up to him.

"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." He lets out a shaky breath, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asks the nurse that looks set to fall down.

" No time." She replies.

Heavy footsteps stomp through the halls and you see your sister rushing up to Gaines.

" Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" She growls.

" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack's grits his teeth.

"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant. And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grins and it churns your stomach.

" I want the men responsible court-martialled." You say.

"Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal."

"Yes. That is a very good idea." You narrow your eyes at him.

" Arrest them. They're accomplices. All right. You, come with me." Gaines shouts and grabs one of the patients.

"They need medical care. I can't let you take these patients." You say putting your hands up across the ward door.

" They were never patients, Lady y/n. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He moves close enough to you that you can smell the stink of his aftershave, "Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..."

"I'd run away. Like your wife." You sneer at him. Gaines steps forward raising his hand ready to slap you but Jack catches him, wrenching him backward.

" Oi! Doc, you're needed over here." Fagin calls from the other side of the room. He drops Gaines' hand.

" Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He growls at Jack before marching away.

"father can stop this!" You call to Belle.

"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouts back almost running from the hospital. You turn back to Jack.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you nod your head allowing him to take your hand.

"What do we do?" You ask.

"you've been here all night, go home and get some rest. Hetty you too. Neither of you are any good if you get sick as well." Hetty tries to protest but he shakes his head to her, "Go on, we'll be okay, come back later."

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"Hold fire!" The Governor shouts as Belle wakes him by dropping. Heavy book onto the desk.

"Gaines has gone mad. People have lost their lives." Your sister tells him.

" No, surely not. I counselled moderation." He rebutes.

"Have you seen what's going on out there?" She asks.

"No, but... Oh, my word, that's lovely." He says taking a sip of congac.

" The hospital is overrun. Beaten by Gaines' men." She interrupts him.

"And I'm sorry you had to see that. The hospital really is no place for a lady. But I bear good news, Excellency." Gaines brushes past Belle. "Your operation has flushed out the notorious Kit Wilderkins."

" Oh, Gaines, that is wonderful news."your father chuckles.

" You ordered this, Father?" You ask storming into the room"

"Gaines is firm, darling, but there's a reason he kept our men alive in Africa."

"No, but he's maiming people. He's killing them." You protest.

" All regrettable incidents. Some were resisting arrest and attacking your men, Governor. I shall pray for their souls. Tell me, does your friend, Dr. Dawkins, ever cause a patient pain?" Gaines turns to you.

" Of course, in trying to help to... " You reply.

"Cure. Yes. And does Dr. Dawkins ever accidentally kill any of these patients?"

" Rarely." Belle interjects.

"And I'm sure he mourns it, as I do. You see, a colony is very much like a body..."

" Yes, I've read Hobbes." You cut him off.

"Then you will know that sometimes we must hurt in order to heal."

"A young man bled to death in the hospital overnight. What of his family?" You say.

"Ah, yes. Very sad. Alfie Wilderkins, only eighteen. Kit Wilderkins was his father. Together they held up the Murchings Bank stage coach last month, and killed three people. Corporal Hartmouth was begging for mercy when they shot him. Hartmouth had two dear little children, Rosie and William." Gaines pretended to feel remorse as he sat in a chair.

"Yes. Look, it's one thing to lose a man in battle, but to crime? It's hard to explain to the widow." The governor says.

"You see, my ladies, sometimes we need to cut a rotten part of the body politic in order to cure the whole." He speaks to you both.

"I know what part of the body politic I'd be removing." Belle bites back.

" Okay, thank you, Captain Gaines." The Governor dismisses his Captain before taking your and Belle's hands in his.

"Darlings... Darlings, I know you disapprove of Gaines and his methods. But I've been asked to turn a penal colony into a society. And I need men like him to make a prison into something better. Now, I'm not asking you to accept everything I do, but I am asking you both to support me and this family." He says.

"we will go back to the hospital and help." Belle says.

"No, we need to rest. Father, you should, perhaps put down your congac and take a good she's look at the people you surround yourself with. Come sister." You take her hand and lead her to the stairs.

"You're giving up?" She asks.

"No, Belle, Jack said we needed to sleep to rest, he sent Hetty away as well. He wants us at our best to help." You explain.

"And what will you do? Hold a few hands and get in the way?" She spat out the words.

You hold onto the emotions that threaten to spill out of your eyes.

*_*_*_*

"Belle, I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to medicine, but I am doing my best."

"You could be doing so much more, instead of wasting all your energy on a boy."

You push past her and storm up to your bedroom.

Three hours later you found yourself unable to sleep so you redressed in a simple cotton outfit, forgoing the hooped crinoline and opting for a smaller petticoat. You sneak back down stairs to the carriage that waited for you at the back of the house. Belle was already sat inside.

"took your time." She smiled. You say nothing, knocking on the carriage to signal the driver. Much to Belle's dismay you give her the cold shoulder all the way to the hospital. Choosing to keep your eyes on the trees going past.

She chased after you into the building when you arrived at the hospital.

"y/n please, I'm sorry." She calls after you. You ignore her finding Jack.

"What'd your father say? When's he going to stop this?" He asks you.

" Yes, I have spoken to my father. There are two sides to this. It's not as clear as..." you say walking through the corridors.

"He's dead. How much clearer could it be?" He almost shouts at you.

You stop and look at him for a moment, "Right, if you're to be like that, Jack..."

"I cannot believe you would give that man's story credence." He said. You turned once more marching god knows where as you spoke.

"I don't give a fig about Gaines, but I do trust my father's word on this."

"You can't agree with their methods?" He asked.

"Obviously not." You answered

" That boy bled to death in front of us."

"I know but, he was a bushranger, who killed one of Father's men."

"So they say."

" He's my father. He's many things, but he's not a liar. He's trying to bring peace to a colony you have to admit is out of control." You stomped through a closed door.

"Did you mean to walk into a cupboard?" Jack almost laughs.

" Obviously not!" You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions from bubbling over. "Gosh. You are incredibly irritating."

"So are you."

"'Cause you won't listen to anyone else's point of view. All I'm saying is it is not clear-cut."

"Look, you either want to be a help here, someone who cares for everybody, no matter how spotty their soul may be, or you are "milady," who gives six of the best to the peasants when we get uppity." He jibs you.

" Uppity? I know you had your past indiscretions, but these were bushrangers who killed three men, one a father." You reply.

" Some people need to thieve in order to eat." Jack sighs.

"And that can lead to death, too." It was getting harder to hold back your tears.

"Have you ever seen anybody dead on the streets from hunger?"

"No!" You agree.

"Have you ever paid for anything you've eaten? Or worn, or lived in?"

"That's a false syllogism." You say turning back toward the cupboard door. Jack runs up behind you.

"Whatever that is, it is not. If you can't see what is happening here, y/n, then you and I have big problems. This puts a wall between us." His arm is across You holding the door shut.

" You climbed it fine when you kissed me in the surgery." You say, a tear escaping down your face. Jack sighs, he knows he has pushed you too far. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"let me go, I should, I wish to leave." You whisper.

"Y/n-"

"I wish to leave."

You do not let any tears fall from your eyes until you reached your bedroom. Where you fling yourself upon your bed and cry until exhausted you fall asleep

*_*_*_*

The sound of Fagin's voice wakes you some time later and you tiptoe along behind him. With your arms crossed you wait at the door as he comes shuffling out of your father's office with a large Hessian bag.

"Stealing like a common thief again?" You say when he spots you.

"Yes, well only what was stolen from us in the first place." He raises his hands towards you in submission.

"Fine, take the lot. I no longer care."

"actually we could do with your help you know. Doc is getting your sister for an operation but you, you might be exactly what we need." His smile unnerved and intrigued you.

"Okay, take me there." You agree.

Belle and Dawkins come down the stairs discussing the procedure they are about to do. You pay them no mind as you step into the carriage.

"you're coming?" Jack asks hopeful.

"To help the people, not you." You say turning yourself away from them.

"Sorry about the pissing, Fagin, I just couldn't... Whoa! Hello, Your Majesty." Flashbang spoke when he saw you and Belle.

"Hello." You reply.

"Is this a criminal conspiracy?" Belle asks

"In a manner of speakin', yes."

"If you're going to the hospital, Belle, I'm coming to see Sneedy." Fanny pushes past Flashbang to get in beside Belle, forcing Jack to sit beside you. Fagin plonks himself on the luggage tray at the back and Flashbang hangs onto the side.

Jack glances at you occasionally, you are sure he wants to talk to you but you keep your eyes turned away only replying to Fanny.

At the hospital you follow them all inside. It's agreed that you'll go to the prof and distract him whilst the others got Red's baby out safely. When you were satisfied that he was deep enough into the second bottle you went up to Red's room. Fagin taking your place. Jack stands at the door.

"How is it going?" You ask keeping a distance from the doctor.

"Well I think, I'm not allowed in." He replies.

"Belle is operating alone?"

"she is more than capable."

"Of course she is, Belle would run rings around any trained man." You sit down beside Tim. "Red is strong, she'll be alright." You comfort him.

Jack watches you talk with the man, how he seems instantly at ease with you. All the people in Port Victory did. You held an air of kindness that spread out to those you spoke to. He had to admit to himself that having you here, speaking with the patients and holding their hands eased them. It made the wards feel lighter, as if death was not hanging over their heads. Taking in a long breath Jack turned back to his work opening the door just enough to call in.

" Nearly... I have it now." Belle says from.inside.

"How is it in there? Do you have the head yet?" He called.

"Now, pull up and out." Jack guides her.

" Just one more cut.* Hetty says as they clamp the umbilical chord, " She's out. Come on, Belle."

" Please breathe." Belle encourages the baby with a rub to its chest. The new born cries and everyone sighs with relief.

" Now stitch her, fascia first." Jack reminds her. "Is Red all right?" Tim pushing his way into the room.

"She's breathing steady, Tim." Belle reassures him, handing the now swaddled infant. With them all in the room you chose to stay out, waiting for Gaines to appear.

They managed to sneak the woman and the baby out of the room and secret her away in Jack's room.

Belle is cleaning away her equipment when Jack walks back in.

"We did it. Hetty and I, we kept them both alive." She smiles.

" In time for your father to hang her." Jack snaps back. Belle is about to argue when the door opens and Aputi and Flash bring a large basket into the room. You follow them in as they place the covered body on the bed.

"Well done."

"No! You're body snatching!" Belle rrmarks.

"Pretty standard in our line of work." Jack comments.

" You can't be serious."

"Belle,This is the only way to save her." You say.

" Clearly pregnant. Very good." Jack says before pulling the sheet back, "Clearly not pregnant. This a man." He chastises them.

" Big Kit's all we had in the deadhouse, Dr. Jack." Aputi explained as they left the room.

"This is madness! It can't work! And it's a capital offence!" Belle snapped

" So is killing a mother before she's even put her own child to her breast." You snap back.

"So, what's more important, milady?"

You are the first to hear Gaines approaching and slip out of the room. Jack follows you closing the door behind him.

"Captain," you pretend to feel sadness. "I fear the mother and baby died on the table. How does one bear this sort of loss, Captain?" You put a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving further. "I have never seen it, but perhaps you were right, darkness cannot birth light I suppose." You say. He nods.

"Yes, lady y/n, it is awful when the innocent are tard by the guilty." He pushes your hand away and attempts to step past you.

"You can't go in. Her body's undressed. For shame. And you, a Godly man. Have you no decency?" You pour every bit of heartache you had into the words.

"I need to see the body." He tells you.

" What are you going to do, Captain? Hang her corpse?" You ask.

" Have the Professor bring me the death certificate." The Captain hisses.

"Dr. Dawkins can sign it."

"No! I would find it much more reliable if the Professor signs it." He walks away. Turning yourself round to Jack you look up at him.

"Thank you." He says.

"I didn't do it for you." You drop your eyes to the ground.

"y/n, I-" you shake your head, "I'll see to the patient." He lets you walk away from him, wishing he hadn't.

Knocking on the door you step into the room, Red sat on the small bed by the window.

"How are you?" You ask.

"Better now. You know you are nothing like the rest of your family. There's a little crime in you." Red said with a chuckle, "would you like to hold her?"

You nod and come forward, sitting on the end of the bed. You take the bundle into your arms and rock her.

"She's beautiful." You say a wide smile on your face.

"it's suits you." Tim states.

"What is it, why didn't you follow society? Why ain't you married?" Red asked.

"oh, I.... I'm not well. I wouldn't make a man a widower or a child and orphan." You reply, keeping your eyes on the sleeping baby.

"Sorry." Red whispered. Not long after Fagin arrived and then Jack. At first you wanted to leave but you stayed at Tim's request. Jack poured you all a small glass of Fagin's stolen liqueur.

When at last Belle was done with her cleaning she came up to find you. Not wanting to speak to her you simply walked alongside to the carriage.

At home again you sat in your bed the blankets over knees when Belle and Fanny came giggling into her room. Belle climbed into the bed beside you and Fanny dropped her head to your lap.

"I shared my first kiss." She said looking UK at you.

"With Sneed?" You asked.

" And did you enjoy it?" Belle cuddled closer. "Mixed. At first, it was lovely. But then I think I hurt him rather badly. He was quite angry, actually." She screwed up her face.

"Someone'll sweep you off your feet when you least expect it in the most inconvenient of moments." You say brushing back her hair and stroking her face with the back of your hand.

" I had a thought." She said, flipping herself onto her stomach, "Considering your health, perhaps you and Dr. Dawkins could have a long, happily unconsummated love affair until he walks off, desolate, into the windswept moors..." she all but sings her fantasy, you feel a pang of gult.

"We don't have moors here." Belle reminded her.

"But yes, that is a nice thought." You agree. Your sisters cuddle into you and you all giggle over the day until your mother commands you all to bed.

*_*_*_*_*

Fagin and Dawkins sat at a table in the tavern, Rotty poured them both a drink I to the metal tankards.

"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin grins. "Yeah. She did, didn't she?"

"And her sister, the older one, she is a boone, still, it's not really their world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, theirs isn't yours." He reminded the younger man. Jack played with his cup and turned to the window. His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the nicest sight he had seen in days. Without saying a word to his companion, Jack walked outside.

"Milady. I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon."

You smile from below your cape, dropping the hood down. Reaching out you take the cup from his hand and swallow down the liquid.

" So am I, now." You smile, "The crime, it's not just for survival. You actually love it." You say.

"The worst parts of me do." Jack admits.

"well, I cannot say I did not enjoy getting one over on Gaines." You admit. Jack laughs.

" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You take a step toward him.

"Oh, yes. We are completely unsuited." He agrees matching your movement.

"We should really never see each other socially." You offer up words you don't believe.

"No, that wouldn't be right." He said moving close enough to slide his hand around your waist. Crashing his lips to yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You spin him round so his back hits the wall.

" Holy hell, we're in trouble." You whisper.

"So much trouble." Jack he replies placing his lips to yours and you feel all your resolve disappearing.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Jack speaks between kisses.

Everything had changed in that few seconds. Your life would never be the same.

Episode seven

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[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- Mylène

Let it grow, let it grow, you can’t reap what you don’t sow! @imsparky2002 @booksrbetterthanpeople @nerdy-chocomallow

Mylène, Goddess of the Harvest & the Seasons (aka Demeter)

Appearance/Attire: Shoulder-length, curly sun-bleached blonde hair, tanned skin with patches of freckles from the sun, soft amber eyes with flecks of bright green, petite with a full, curvy figure. Wreath of golden wheat sheafs encrusted with amber, loose-fitting goldenrod chiton with wheat patterns stitched along the hems, pale green organza shawl, ivy belt, golden bangles on wrists, brown sandals. Usually carrying a woven basket of crops.

Bio: With how crucial the harvest season is to the people of Anicent Greece, it’s no surprise that a patron goddess was named for this exact purpose. Mylene is responsible for making sure that the crops of earth grow and that the seasons come and go on schedule, which gives her a great respect for nature. One of the most caring and gentle deities on Olympus, Mylene is beloved by both mortals and immortals alike for looking out for everyone, almost feeling motherly with the way she does it. Perhaps the deepest love she feels is for her younger brothers, Marc and Kiran, the former of whom helps with the coming of Spring, and for her beloved husband, Ivan. She’s the only one who can get him to take a break from working in the forge. But as kind as Mylene is, it’s unwise to anger her or harm someone she loves, unless you want your home to suffer a famine! Beware the nice ones, indeed!

Fun Facts!

Mylene is one of the kindest deities on Olympus, but it’s unwise to push her past her limits. Once, there was a king named Eurysicthus who decided he wanted to build a new banquet hall. The problem was…he decided to do this by chopping down a grove that was sacred to Mylene, in the process killing a dryad who was a very dear friend to the goddess. Furious at the king’s actions, Mylene cursed him with a neverending hunger that eventually sent his kingdom into famine. Eventually, the guy ended up eating himself, which was NOT her intent. Seriously, what the hell?

Many gods have sacred ceremonies dedicated to them, but none are as mysterious as the yearly rites that take place in Eleusis, dedicated to Mylene and her brother Marc. The two disappear for about four days every year, and whatever happens there makes sure the seasons happen properly. None of the other deities know what the ritual entails, not even their husbands. And they’re not entirely sure they want to…

Hard as it may be to believe, mortals didn’t always know how to grow their crops themselves. When Gabriel was in charge, he wanted to keep them totally dependent on the gods. But when Adrien took power and thought mortals should be able to take care of themselves, Mylene quickly saw they couldn’t grow things for shit. So she went to all the kingdoms teaching them how to grow their own crops and how to ration them so they don’t starve to death.

Seasons come and seasons go! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[keithsandwich]

More Than That

Pairing: Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Massage, Accidental Boner, Love Confessions, Nudity, Dorks in Love, Fluff, Kiss.

Summary: Keith finds himself ready to get a massage, but the massage therapist is the woman he has feelings about.

Notes: Based on this post. No beta, so please, be nice! If you see any errors, let me know!

He opened his eyes to see a white wooden ceiling with a basket pendant light. The light was off. There was no need for it when the sun shined brightly through the open window. Sunbeams hit the little prisms hanging next to the flowy curtains, casting little particles of rainbow around the room. And the room, as it slowly unfolded to his perception, was a very simple and small one, with a light-colored tapestry hanging from the wall across the window. There was a vintage counter with many drawers. Above it were some little amber glass bottles, plants, candles, and sticks of incense burning — their smoke spiraling beautifully in the air and spreading a sandalwood and jasmine scent. The sound of a gentle running water complemented the scenery nicely.

Keith was so relaxed laying down in the middle of the room that he felt like he had woken up to a dream. 

A door opened and closed behind his head, and another mix of aromas joined the already delicious scent symphony. Bergamot, rosemary and basil in a coconut base. It was cozy. Before Keith could close his eyes and let himself sink in that comfort, a soft, hushed voice made his eyes snap open and his heart race inside his chest.

“Told you I wouldn't take long.”

Maeve appeared in his field of vision, beaming brighter than the sun and holding a small pottery bowl. She walked across the room, and as Keith followed her with his gaze, a sudden realization made his breathing falter and the palms of his hands sweat coldly.

He was naked.

Well, almost. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, and he prayed he was wearing his boxers underneath it. He wished he could check, but that would be too weird. Now that his other self had got him into that situation, Keith had to go along with it somehow. 

He tried to rationalize it. Maeve offered massage therapy along with other forms of natural healing in her studio. He was most likely in a room at the back, ready to receive one after he scheduled it behind his back. He probably knew Keith would have a panic attack about it, and was enjoying watching the whole situation.

His chest was moving erratically and tensely as he struggled to breathe, knowing that the woman he had been daydreaming about was getting ready to touch his body with her bare hands. 

“You know, being so tense is a little counterproductive here,” Maeve said with a soft laugh while tying her hair up in a messy bun. “Relax. I promise I won't hurt you.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I… I've never had a massage before…” he lied. Keith had had massages before when he suffered a muscle strain. It was very different then, however. Not being in love with the massage therapist made the whole experience much easier.

“First of all, you have to breathe.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath herself, moving her hands up and down in front of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. Maeve looked so cute he simply couldn't close his eyes and mimic her. Keith had to watch her soft movements, her pursed lips, her kindness overflowing in every gesture. 

It was almost unbearable. He wished he could run away so he didn't have to hide how much he wanted to kiss her.

“Are you feeling better now? Or do you need a few more minutes?” 

Maeve had grinned beautifully when she opened her eyes. There was no way Keith would ever be ready for this, but he knew he would be wasting her time if he kept stalling her. Maybe closing his eyes and breathing could indeed be helpful.

“I'm sorry I'm taking so much of your time. Go ahead, I… I think I can relax more during the massage, I mean… that's part of the benefits, right?”

Keith laid his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. He could still feel the warmth of her smile in her voice.

“You'll see there's nothing to be scared of. Soon you're gonna get all comfy, I'm sure of it,” Maeve sounded quieter and quieter as she spoke, until her voice vanished and only the running water remained. 

She touched his right foot first, delicately, but not so light it would tickle him. Still, he shivered. It was her touch, after all, spreading that fragrant oil on his skin and working on it with undivided attention. Maeve applied the right amount of pressure on the sole and made circular motions on each toe. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to try to prevent any weird sound from coming out. 

There should be a way to go through it without doing anything inappropriate. Maeve was a professional massage therapist, touching him professionally. No matter how he felt about her, his first priority was to respect her. 

Maeve… a profissional. 

Maybe he should focus only on the later part. With closed eyes, Keith could pretend it was someone else giving him a massage, anyone else. Just a… random therapist.

A therapist that didn't have the best smile, one that highlighted the cute little freckles spreaded all over their cheeks and their nose. A smile that reached gorgeous green eyes; eyes that mesmerized him. Eyes that made him captive, and Keith had to watch himself not to stare at them for too long.

But when he did, Maeve would giggle, blush, tug her hair behind her ear and look away with that smile on her face.

No, she wasn't the person who was now massaging his calves with firm, yet delicate hands, no. He tried to visualize again that faceless therapist. A person without a name that tasted so sweet on his tongue whenever he said it out loud. Maeve, Mae, may I make you mine? Mine, mine, my, Maeve. 

His cheeks tingled and burned. He felt so pathetic.

Keith took a deep breath and tried to concentrate again.

Those hands sliding up to his thighs belonged to someone else. Someone whose hair didn't smell like a mix of tropical, aphrodisiac flowers. That scent that whenever blew his way aroused instincts Keith wasn't even aware he had within himself. His body would tremble as he struggled to control the need to take each lock of Maeve's hair, each braid, and devotedly kiss it. He would press his lips together while resisting the urge to pull her silky strands aside and nuzzle against the back of her neck, where that scent was probably stronger.

And he would almost cry when thinking of it alone, yearning to discover what other aromas were hidden in Maeve’s body.

Keith felt the touch going up towards his covered hips, fingers that would slip underneath the towel, but graciously turn around his hip bones and make their way down without the slightest of the brushes against his… pelvis. He clenched his fists; wishes too dirty to admit filling his mind. 

Once, when they were working together in his lab after hours, they accidentally bumped into each other. Maeve had been washing some beakers when Keith tried to reach for a flask on the shelf above the sink, being careful not to touch her. “Excuse me,” he had murmured softly, keeping a safe distance while stretching his arms out over her. She was so small next to him, it shouldn't be a problem. Still, he had to stand on his tiptoes to get the flask he wanted while maintaining the space between them. That's when Maeve turned around unexpectedly, as if she hadn't heard or felt his presence behind her, causing him to lose his balance. Keith was able to hold the edge of the sink in time to prevent a fall, but in this, he ended up pressing her body against his for a brief, shocked moment, when they looked at each other's eyes awkwardly before he moved away, apologizing like never before.

Those few seconds were enough to etch the memory of her frame on his flesh. Her heat, her breath, all the curves and soft parts. The way her lips parted only slightly, as if she was about to say something. Keith could have so easily slid his tongue between them, claimed her taste, and made Maeve his. But it only happened in his fantasies later while remembering this moment, again and again. Each time making him feel dirtier, more perverted, more unworthy of her trust.

And it was very, very inconvenient remembering all of this now, as her hands were on his body. Except… they weren't.

Keith almost froze in fear, but he had to open his eyes to see what happened. And when he did, he found Maeve staring at the towel on his hips. And the towel on his hips had that shameful, disgusting, completely inappropriate volume he tried so hard to avoid, but his mind tricked him. She suddenly moved her startled gaze from that part to his eyes, her cheeks bright red. 

“I'm sorry!” they said in unison. 

Keith sat straight so quickly he felt dizzy, and Maeve shook her head and touched his shoulders, intending to make him lay back down again on the massage table.

“Maeve, I'm so sorry, this is so disrespectful of me to… to… you know, ah,” he babbled. His mind was so hazy he had to rub his temples to try to think straight. His stomach was churning. “You must think I'm a creep, but I didn't mean… it… I don't want anything weird, I just…”

“Keith…” Maeve said his name patiently a few times until he finally let her talk. And she did, still holding his shoulders and looking into his eyes so sweetly it only made everything worse. “Relax, this is normal. This is absolutely normal, you don't have to feel so bad about it. It's just a physiological reaction, you know that, don't you?” She smiled reassuringly and slowly moved towards the door, making soothing hand gestures. “Try to breathe, I'm gonna bring you a glass of water. Hold on. Don't go anywhere.”

Maeve left the room gesturing the whole time. Keith could tell she was worried about him. She was way too good to him, much more than he deserved. His chest was hurting with guilt. He knew the right thing to do was to get away from her, don't contact her again until those feelings vanished and he was able to behave appropriately with her — like a friend. Just a friend.

Or not. Maybe never seeing her again was the only option. Keith would never be able to be just friends with her, and Maeve deserved so much more than a failure like him in her life.

He sighed heavily and lifted up the towel to check the situation down there. Boxers on, excitement down. Feeling gloomy like that was useful for at least one thing. 

“Here we go!” Maeve got back with a glass of water and her typical warm smile gracing her face. Keith accepted the glass without thinking while she leaned against the counter in front of him. “Are you feeling better now? Just say the word and we'll continue.”

“Maeve… Sorry, I don't think I can,” he said, looking down at the water. “I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I did something unforgivable. You shouldn't be so nice to me, that… That wasn't just a physiological reaction,” Keith admitted. He had to. He should do at least one right thing to her. 

“What do you mean?” Her smile was fading, but it was still there, weak and confused. “You didn't do anything wrong, it was just your body, that's okay…”

“It's not just my body.” Keith felt his throat getting dry, so he took a sip of water. He could feel her puzzled stare on him, but needed that moment before continuing. “Mae… sorry, Maeve. I can't get a massage from you because I want you. I have feelings… For you.”

“Keith…” She placed her hands over his that were still around the glass. He looked at the delicate fingers she must've washed to take out the excess of oil before pouring him water, but they were still soft and fragrant, and they enveloped him in warmth. He didn't know why she was touching him like this, not after his confession. “Do you know why I've apologized to you too?” Keith couldn't remember her apologizing, all he thought about was his own shame. Her face flushed and she continued before he could express his confusion. “Because I was staring at you inappropriately. I… I have been interested in you for a long time now, but I thought…”

“Interested in me?” he interrupted her, making Maeve look at him with eyes that begged him not to make her explain any further. “It’s just… You know that I'm a loser…”

It was her time to interrupt him, but not with words. Maeve leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. Keith could feel the softness of her mouth, the closeness of her gesture as she pressed her nose against his cheek, and her eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly as she closed her eyes. The air coming out of her lungs gently filled his own. It made his heart race madly, coursing so much life through his veins he could just burst in joy. He smiled. The tension left his body and he tilted his head towards her kiss with a need that was much sweeter than the ravenous desires he had for her.

For Maeve deserved nothing but sweetness. Even if she wanted him too, he would do it the right way, accepting the love she was giving without being greedy. Keith could only be grateful. The most beautiful woman in the world had just kissed him.

It felt like paradise.

Maeve looked into his eyes after pulling back from the kiss and then lowered her stare sheepishly. She took the cup of glass from his hands and put it on the counter slowly, as if she was still in a daze herself. 

“I think you're right, I can't give you a massage right now, it wouldn't be profissional of me,” Maeve said with a small laugh. Keith couldn't stop smiling, even if he tried. Taking all the steps that would hopefully lead them to share a real intimacy would be better than pretending he was just a patient, and she was just a massage therapist. They were more than that. She had just confirmed it, and he hadn't felt that happy in a long, long time. “I'm gonna brew us some tea while you dress. We can… Just sit down and have some tea together.” 

“We can…” he echoed her words, too enthralled with what just happened that he couldn't say anything else. Keith couldn't even move for a moment after she left the room to give him privacy to dress. The scent of the oil they shared, the touch of her hands and lips, her breath, her care — it all lingered and embraced him in a way that left him full of love and frightened at the same time. What if it all went away the moment he left the room?

What if Maeve changed her mind?

Maybe being in love was a pleasure and an agony, but this is where he was right now. And Keith would not run away.

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