#** but especially mango she’s always in the mood for it

[flamesofrebirths]

tag nine people you'd like to know better

I. favourite colours: Red is my favorite! Many shades of red, actually. I like when it's vibrant but I also like wine-ish red, raspberry red, too, which is also close to a dark pink, but I like pink too haha!

II. favourite flavours: I like savory stuff in general, and also seafoods and fish. Little fruits, too, like raspberries, strawberries and all that, and mango! And I love desserts, too, especially chocolate and nut ones.

III. favourite genres: I'm open to many things to be honest haha! Fantasy, historical stuff. I love character development in general, too. I guess it depends on my mood 😂

IV. favourite music: I'm open to different genres too, and I guess that's why I really like Taylor Swift because she's always exploring with her music 😂 I also like Harry Styles, Ed Sheeran, Dua Lipa, Miley Cyrus, and my nostalgic ass has to say the Backstreet Boys too. Video games soundtracks are amazing too! Especially Final Fantasy ones ;)

V. favourite movies: I don't really know, but I know the dialogues of so many scenes of the Harry Potter movies, the Hunger Games movies and the Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man movies. I guess it says something hahaha 😂

VI. favourite series: I don't watch a lot of series! Right now I'm having a lot of fun with Percy Jackson on Disney+ !

VII. last song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

VIII. last series: Before Percy Jackson, I think the last one I watched on Netflix was Wednesday ? Or maybe it was the third season of the Witcher. I don't watch a lot of series haha!

IX. last movie: Mockingjay - Part 2 because I re-watched the Hunger Games movies recently!

X. currently reading: Nothing, but it should change soon 😂

XI. currently watching: Percy Jackson like I previously said!

XII. currently working on: I'm taking it relaxed right now. I write and I'm playing Marvel's Spider-Man 2.

tagged by: @holyguardian & @tsckcyomi, thank youuuu 💜 tagging: YOU ;D

#dash game #ooc

[tigertofu]

some random kacie facts cuz im bored 💜

regardless of her mood, she always has the sad, guilty, kinda empty eyes of a puppy that's pissed on the carpet and knows it shouldn't have. most ppl either find this mildly endearing or offputtingly pitiful (usually the latter)

has a thing for blonde women and balding men

likes to hold hands with her friends (Wade is the only friend who's OK with this)

chronic fingernail chewer/picker

gets easily flustered around other women, especially very feminine women

kinda permafried and talks like it (slow, mumbles a lot). says "like" and "hella" way too much

eats like shit. favorite vittles include: uncooked instant ramen blocks (she sprinkles the flavoring packet on top), cold leftover pizza, sour cream and onion chips, the occasional raw fruit (mangoes and apples are her favs), the frequent cheeseborger (NO TOMATOES !!)

doesn't shave. anything

cuts her own hair. it (usually) turns out pretty well. used to dye it herself too but that didnt go as planned as often as cutting it did, so she stopped

is a champ at rolling. can fold cardboard filters into cute little shapes like hearts

crazy good at hacky sack

doesnt rlly mind having a missing tooth bc she thinks it makes her look tougher/more formidable than she actually is

all her tattoos were done in the back of a dive bar in her shitty hometown by an "art student" who she'd smoke out as payment

favorite musical artists: ohio players, funkadelic, the beach boys, love, steely dan, todd rundgren

favorite flower (and color) is lilac

#kacie ocampo #gta oc

[frickinsleepdeprived]

your writing is so cool!! how abt the hashira's + tanji, nezuko, inosuke and zenitsu's favorite boba drinks? 🧋🤍

Awww thank you love! This is such an interesting concept though... maybe we can expand this farther from boba!

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Muichiro 100% seems like a person that would enjoy anything blue. He's a kid after all. However, most natural foods aren't blue 😅 Therefore, I think for a go to flavor he might branch out of the box a bit and go for something new. Perhaps maybe pineapple? He looks like someone that would enjoy tropical fruits, despite being a bit of a picky eater.

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Mitsuri is by no means a picky eater. Yo girl will eat anything and everything in sight no hesitation. However, given that her favorite kind of mochi is sakura mochi, her boba wouldn't stray away from that ideology either. However I think she might go for the occasional matcha or strawberry boba every once in a while. Just so that way she doesn't get sick of the sakura flavor.

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Obanai, well, he doesn't really eat much. But one things for sure; he drinks plenty of fluids. How else could he go three days without eating? He'd probably not get anything fancy, and stick with generic flavors or even no flavor at all. He likes the simplicity of black milk tea with the tapioca pearls. Though, I don't doubt that he's tried the sakura boba that Mitsuri likes at least once, just to get a feel for what it's like.

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Gyomei is probably the type to like really floral flavors. Due to the fact that he's blind, he relies on his other senses to really get a feel for things. Therefore i think he'd have quite the expanded pallet when it comes to food. So not only does he indulge in boba (his favorite flavor being, get this, lavender), he also enjoys aloe drinks. He likes the orange and raspberry ones. But he will get the original aloe drinks if he's really in the mood for one.

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Rengoku is definitely a spicy man, both in breathing style and personality. And his drinks of choice always reflect that. But I'd imagine he does have a bit of a sweet tooth. So his go to would be caramel milk tea with mocha popping pearls. Ah yes, the flame hashira never fails to amaze it seems. However, he might indulge in a mango boba every once in a while.

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Tengen Uzui, omfg the pallet this man has is 1000000% EXPENSIVE- but I digress. For a flashy man, he's got flashy taste... except when it comes to his boba. He's like a kid with it, although he'd probably just get some tea with the popping pearls for flavor. He likes iced black tea with raspberry popping pearls. Or he'd just stick to matcha boba. Like, yes he likes flashy things and wouldn't usually settle for less, but with some things he just enjoys them simple and easy. And boba is definitely something that he keeps simple.

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Shinobu, like Gyomei, has a knack for floral flavors. However I don't think she'd go for something as exotic like lavender. She likes oranges, mainly because of the vitamin C and when its in milk tea it tastes like a dreamcicle! Although if she really wanted to branch out she'd go for something like dragon fruit or star fruit.

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Giyuu has never been one for anything sweet, but one time Shinobu finally bugged him enough to the point where he gave in and got himself some boba. He got the taro flavor and was pleasantly surprised at how smooth it was. However he didn't really like the tapioca pearls and vowed that next time, and every time after that, he wouldn't get the pearls lol. But if he's not getting taro, he's getting melon milk tea. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

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Sanemi is a force to be reckoned with, especially when it comes to boba. Like Muichiro, he's a child when it comes to food. Always a little picky and particular in what he likes. So yes, this man loves strawberry boba with strawberry popping pearls. No I won't elaborate, because thats simply the way he likes it. And if he doesn't get strawberry, he gets the next best thing. Which in his eyes is just regular black milk tea with caramel popping boba.

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Tanjiro is definitely a tea fanatic. Having grown up in the mountains it's helped keep both him and his sister warm. Therefore I think he's developed an appreciation for all kinds of tea. But his kryptonite is Thai tea, it's sweet and spicy, kinda like cinnamon tea that has a bit of cardamom in it. And when its mixed with the milk and the pearls he just slips into a state of bliss. He just finds it very comforting.

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Though Nezuko is a demon, that doesn't mean that she can't indulge in human food. I mean come on, she sleeps for sustenance, the girl is practically invincible. But with that said, she'd definitely appreciate human food whenever she gets the chance to have it. She doesn't really like boba or milk tea, so she prefers iced tea with the popping boba so it doesn't leave residue on her teeth or a sticky feeling from the boba pearls. She likes iced green tea with lemon or ginger popping boba. It helps her rehabilitate her throat after all of the grunting and growling she does all day.

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Zenitsu has always indulged in expensive foods like eel and whatnot. But like Tengen, he likes his boba simple. And half the time it's not milk tea, it's actually lemonade! He likes the classic lemonade with either strawberry or blackberry popping boba. He can't help himself, its his guilty pleasure. He'll usually reward himself with it after a long day of training, or after a major mission was accomplished.

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Inosuke is, uh, unhinged to say the least. But when he gets his hands on boba of any kind, he goes feral. You know what this dude likes? I'll tell you, but you gotta promise me you won't have a heart attack. This boy likes iced cold brew with caramel and mocha popping boba. There. I said it. It's nothing but pure, unbridled caffeine and sugar. But I think it's quite befitting for him, because before you know it, he'll crash and get so worn out after training is over. So it's kind of a win-win situation lmao.

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Aaaannnndddd another headcanon done! How is it possible that I can get my asks done in less than an hour but when I plan my headcanons they take a whole ass day? Lol either way I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send in any other requests you might have!

#shinobu kocho #kyojuro rengoku #mitsuri kanjiro #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer hashira #tokitō muichirō #sanemi shinazugawa #obanai iguro #giyuu tomioka #gyomei himejima #zenitsu agatsuma #nezuko kamado #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #uzui tengen

[negative-speedforce]

cute character questions for pippa? :)

the basics:

name: Penelope Amelia Lowe age: 21 zodiac sign: Cancer one good trait: Compassionate one bad trait: Overly idealistic

habits:

one bad habit: Giving too much of herself to others and getting burnout from it one good habit: always choosing to be kind to others, no matter what one habit they can’t break: Praying to St. Michael the Archangel before she goes out on patrol for protection, even if she's not even sure she believes anymore. one they’ve broken: The insane amount of Catholic guilt she used to feel just for existing as a queer person what they’re afraid of: Failing and destroying her parents' legacy

family:

their parents names: John and Therese their siblings names: John Jr. (older brother) favorite childhood memory: Going to the beach with her family and finding a bunch of jellyfish that had washed up on shore favorite childhood toy: A stuffed panda named Pandy embarrassing story: Pippa used to do ballet as a kid, and she pushed two other kids off the stage in 3rd grade for making fun of her weight (they deserved it tho) favorite family member: Therese, her mom, who died of sarcoma when Pippa was a little kid a story about that family member: Therese was the first family member to understand that Pippa was a girl, since she had been expressing that since she had

what they prefer:

coffee or tea? herbal tea, Pippa doesn't really do caffeine because ADHD showering in the day or night? Pippa prefers morning showers taking baths or taking showers? While she used to prefer to take baths, after getting struck by lightning in one, Pippa now prefers showers tv or movies? Movies, especially romcoms or period dramas writing or reading? Writing, especially fanfiction platonic or romantic love? she can't decide iced tea or lemonade? Lemonade, since caffeine makes her sleepy ice cream or smoothies? Depends on her mood. Depressed Pippa will eat a whole tub of ice cream as therapy, and happy Pippa loves a good mango smoothie. cupcakes or cake? Cupcakes, because they're fun sized beach or mountains? The beach, because it reminds Pippa of her family

favorites:

song: Bitch by Jessi Juno band: Jessi Juno (like most people, does not know that Jessi is evil) outfit: Pink puffy dress with pink and white striped knee-high socks and a crocheted beret that looks like a mushroom cap place: The roof of the community art center that she works at. She hangs out up there when she wants to be alone. memory: her parents taking her to get her hair braided like her mom's and to get her first dress after coming to terms with the fact that their child was a girl person: Onnie Thawne (but why tho-) movie: The Wedding Singer show: Downton Abbey

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D #pippa lowe

[endlessly-cursed]

𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩

"𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 , 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚."

BASICS

Full Name: Alexandra Victoria Somerset

Age: Differs from the events 

Birthday: 25th of December, 1903

Weight: 52kg 

Height: 1.55m 

Faceclaim: Sarah Bolger 

HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw 

Wand: Cedar wood, unicorn hair, 11 inches 

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Amortentia (what they smell): eau de cologne, mangoes, rosewater, cherry wood cream, victoria sponge and satin 

Best class: Charms 

Worst class: Flying 

Wanted career: N/A 

Quidditch: Doesn’t play 

Extracurriculars: Duelling club, sphinx club 

FAMILY

Mother: Primrose Sabrina Gray 

Alexandra and her mother have a very special bond, her being her first daughter, and the one who’s more like her, she has a better time relating to her, and when she got over her teenage mood, the two of them became the best of friends and allies, a bond that she sadly did not share with her sisters. 

Father: Malcolm Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal​ ) 

Alix loves her father very much, and the two of them also share a unique bond, for she was his first daughter and for a while, she was his baby. Though she disagrees with many things, she loves him nevertheless and the two of them had a good relationship, for he saw his wife in Alix in her. He also educated her as the Countess of Harrendale. 

Sibling(s): Lenore Callista Somerset 

Two years younger than her, Alix loves her sister very much and often teases her with tenderness how alike their father is, often calling ‘Dear Father’s Miniature’. Nevertheless, they were very supportive on one another and she was one of her bridesmaids at her wedding day. 

Older Brother: Vincent Alexander Somerset 

The eldest son and heir of the estate, though their initial educations were different, he was the sibling she was the closest to and saw as a brother and not a child to take care of, especially when their father was called to the Great War, which would be eventually called World War I. During Hogwarts, they were each other’s confidantes in matters their parents were left out and always held each other in high esteem. 

Middle Sister: Jocelyn Cassandra Somerset 

Youngest Sister: Gia Estelle Somerset 

Jocelyn was the second youngest and was often overlooked, however, Alix did her best to be there for her sister and even was made Maid of Honour in her wedding and she became a mother figure to her

Younger sister: Morwenna Beatrix Somerset

Wenna was a wild child and, though she did not relate to her, she thought it was good that she got out and saw the world, envying how easy it was for her to be so carefree and take off anywhere she wanter. In a way, Alix always wanted to be more like her, but her duty waa always in the way.

Seen as the baby of the family, she was sheltered and overprotected from everybody and Alix saw her as her baby to take care of, even when she married at the age of 22. She loved her greatly and tried her best to be there for her in her youth despite the age gap. 

Uncle(s): William Berkeley @beloved-bucky​ Henry of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal​ Danny Gibson @catohphm​ (all surrogate uncles) 

Her surrogate uncles (for her mother had no surviving brothers, hence all of them were considered her brothers) were very important in her life, though whom she shared a closer bond was her godfather William Berkeley, but she still loved her uncles very much. 

Aunt(s): Estelle Stolberg-Burke ( gaygryffindorgal) Nadia Erbland ( @gcldensnitch​ ), Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ), Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co​ ), Roxanne Haley ( @beloved-bucky​ ) among others 

Alexandra grew up with a good amount of women whom were like sisters to her mother, not to mention her paternal aunt who spoiled her often. The one she bonded the most, though, was her godmother Niamh, whom she admired for making a name for herself before setting down and held her advice and counsel in high regard. Because of these incredible women, Alexandra grew up with a varied and rich role models that helped her shape herself as a woman with every trait of one of them. 

Friends: Arabella Seymour (best friend) more TBD 

Ari and Alix clicked from a very early age, much to their mother’s delights, and there was a time where she tried to set her up with her older brother Vincent, though that experiment failed. The two of them grew up together, their mothers being lost sisters and hoping for their children to become as good friends as them, and they were right. The two of them never lost contact, a constant figure on their lives. 

Significant Other: Francis Nero Fersen, Earl of Helwater 

Alexandra met the young lord during a ball, and she thought him a handsome and agreeable gentleman despite being on thirteen. He was the source of her happiness during the war and in 1921, three years after the war, they decided to get engaged to marry when Alexandra reached the age of 22. And so, in 1928, they got married, and a year later their first child, George, named after the king. They’d have four more children together. They had a happy, domestic and loving life, and went on to be very much loved among peers and the people of England alike. 

PERSONALITY

Three Qualities: Poised, logical and kind 

Three faults: Stubborn, proud, quick-tempered 

Guilty pleasure: German sweets 

Writing hand: Left 

Zodiac sign/other personality trait: Capricorn 

FAVOURITES

Colour: Blue, pastel green, white and gold 

Composer/singer: Tchaikovsky, Verdi and Johann Strauss 

Food: Boiled potatoes 

Family member: Her aunt Nadia 

Location in the world: Mykonos, Greece 

Holiday: Christmas 

Hobbies: Reading, ballet, duelling, baking, playing the pianoforte and the harp, singing and practising spells 

MISC

Of the women of her family, she was the last one to attend a debutante ball in England before its dissolution in the 1950s, who was presented to Queen Mary of Teck, consort of King George V, whom she gained favour and was her personal favourite debutante 

She also became a nurse during WWII with her sisters, making of Winbourne per request of her brother the Viscount of Winbourne, also a refuge for any possible victim of the totalitarisms on the wine cellar and Winbournshire, the closest village to the estate. 

She was also the one to train the next Viscountess and sister-in-law, Margaret Taylor ( @camillejeaneshphm​ ) so she could fill into her mother’s shoes should her time come. 

She was also her father’s secretary and when he started showing signs of old age, she helped him out in the estate with her children, especially the youngest, whom he was besotted with. 

She was a fashion icon on the zone of Winbourne and often eclipsed the Alderlies and Bartons, cousins of theirs through her great-aunt Olympia Somerset, who married the Duke of Burlingham in the 1830s 

Her home through marriage, Helwater, was bombed by the Nazis by suggestion of the scorned Lord Archibald, rival of her parents, who moved to Germany after being humiliated by her mother, and she and her children barely escaped with their lives. The testimonies of the Viscountess and Alix were crucial in Nuremberg, alongside other witnesses, which led to his execution and stripping of the duchy Buckingham, passing it to the closest non-Nazi relative. 

She is Protestant, though she doesn’t often go to Church nor believes in it, but it is a part of her 

On her time as Countess, she promoted the arts, science, humanistics, the British patriotism in a good measure and women’s education, alongside philosophy, knowledge of the British history as a nation and some ideas of suffragettes. 

She died in 2004 of old age, outliving her beloved husband by three years, and was buried beside him and a bust of her golden years was risen in her memory on the family pantheon back at Winbourne by order of her brother’s descendant, Valentina Somerset 

#hogwarts legacy #fbawtft #fantastic beasts oc #oc: primrose sabrina gray #niamh kelly #william berkeley #danny gibson #nadia erbland #fankids #miniprofile #oc profile #character sheet #character profile #minor character profile #because i've been having an alix brainrot all week #here she goes #enjoy my hyperfixation lol #alexandra somerset #oc: vincent somerset #malcolm stolberg-burke #grayburke

[floristmanilaph]

𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀: 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

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#MothersDayGifts #Tulips #flowers #gift baskets #philippines #giftsformom #fruit basket #giftideas

[songbirds-sweet]

Ok so I'm still alive.. Barely lol It's been such a hectic few days as I try to finish up last minute Christmas things. But I'm off work now so that makes things a little easier. It'll be nice when you're off. Not working really makes it more Christmasy you know. You have your trip soon after the big day right? Are you getting excited? I'm just glad for the chance to sleep in daily honestly 😂

She's gorgeous. I've not had a dog since I was a kid but I love visiting friends and family that do so I can get all the loving doggies provide!

Oh Pinterest is a girlbloggers best friend! I go on looking for one thing and end up in a rabbit hole for something else.

Ooh I don't think I've had cookie dough ice cream but it's going to be tried if I see it. I love most fruits but especially mangos when they're just right. So delicious. Also avocados (that's a fruit right?). How about you? What's your fav?

They're so cute. A couple of my mutuals post pics of them and they just seem like they're all so fun! I guess being family and close friends they have a bond that a lot of other bands don't have.

The tree is up but I still have to put more ornaments on. Never seems to be enough for some reason.

Oh fruitcake is definitely not for everyone and honestly I can only handle a cup or 2 of eggnog. It's almost to rich and gets kinda sickening sweet after that. I love sugar cookies. I don't mind gingerbread but it's not my go to sweet treat. Working with kids I've made my fair share of ginger bread houses and people. It's always a disaster but they have fun 😁 And growing up me and my sisters worked together on one. Such a fun activity.

Gotta run out in a bit and run a few errands when I just want to stay in my PJs all day and watch Christmas movies. I saw that the SNL Christmas special is on tonight so I'm going to sit and relax and watch it hopefully.

I know Ontario was getting some bad weather. Hope it's not too bad where you are. Does it matter to you if it's a White Christmas or not?

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I fully understand!!! And yes I can't wait until Monday and also next week I'll be doing a special spamming of pics for Danny since it's his birthday next week as well!

Aww well I'm always happy to send you pics of Jasmine! I hope you can have a dog again one day!

Same goes with me for Pinterest 😂

You gotta try it for sure! And I think it counts as a fruit! My favourites are apples, oranges, and peaches! I also like the melons and the berries!

Well my friend, I am happy to help you get more into them once we become mutuals and I'll help you with a GVF guy 👀

That is understandable for the tree and the Christmas treats! ANd I agree, the houses are so much fun to make!!!

Oh that is a mood, I don't want to go to work, I just wanna stay in my PJ's and look at GVF pics 😂

The weather is really bad here rn, I'm just about to leave for work cause it's mandatory (or else we don't get paid for the holidays) so wish me luck! What is the weather like down east right now?

Personally I LOVE a white Christmas but I don't mind a green one as well! What about you?

#SRS22 #🤶🏻

[healpeony]

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Porco Galliard, Levi Ackerman.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; you pulling different tik tok pranks on some aot guys.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; crack, suggestive 18+, different emotions, light impact play (only for Armin's), profane.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; I'm going to make a part 2 with other characters. Also the gender of the reader is neutral, I'm so sorry if I refer to them as a female by accident!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @mallang

Masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤; in this prank person 1 pretends to break up with person 2 to see how person 2 reacts.

— You had to start earlier on the day by just ignoring him or not really giving him attention (since this man knows every prank on the book)

— Eren is really dramatic, so you would've expected him to react that way. obviously that doesn't happen in this situation

— You set a camara on a coffee table right behind a pot of flowers

— You were sitting next to him on the couch watching Netflix and that's when you decided to start the prank...

— “Eren..”

Eren looked at you from the corner of his eye, he was really weird out by the way you were acting earlier since you don't really act that way, and it's now that you decided to give him attention? right when the best part of the movie was about to happen

“wait a minute, baby” he told you, his attention returning to the television

“Eren this is important.” you took a deep breath trying to add a dramatic effect “I want to break up with you”

Eren jumped with a big smile on his face “Oh my gosh! did you see tha—” the words stopped coming out of his mouth as his smile dropped when he processed your words

“what..?”

“i'm sorry, Eren. Everything has just been different, it just doesn't feel like it used to be”

Eren's eyes were watering at your words,  what had happened to you both?

“Was it me? I...I bet it was my stupid overprotective self, I'm so sorry, baby. I promise that if you give me another chance, I will do better.” he pleaded grabbing both of your hands in his, kneeling infront of you on the couch

The way his voice was cracking was breaking your heart, but you wanted to go on for just a little more.

“Eren you don't get it, this is the problem, You're always trying to change decisions that I make or you just don't take my opinion on things at all and I'm tired of it!” you took your hands away from his and stood up, giving him your back so he doesn't see you breaking character

“Ohh... I'm—I'm really sorry for making you feel that way. If you want I.. I can leave”

— that's enough

— You would turn around only to find Eren looking down, his body trembling

— “Eren, baby. Look at me, it was just a prank” you laughed pointing towards the camara

— He would stay still for a moment, looking up at you with a tear still running down his cheek, before he chuckled and pushed you

— “Don't ever do that to me again, I thought I was about to lose you...”

— please hug him!

— After this he just has to teach you a lesson for scaring him like that 👀

— “You should've really thought about the consequences of your little prank”

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱; during sex person 1 is going to act unsatisfied and would pick the right moment to yawn to see person's 2 reaction.

— The blonde man isn't one to be fooled easily, he's smart as hell and can read people (especially you) like a book

— Armin was soo confused, what was he doing wrong?

— You seem to not be getting any pleasure from the way his moving his hips against yours

— You were trying hard to hold your tongue and not moan

— It was difficult since Armin really knew how to hit that sensitive spot inside of you

— When he started to go faster was when you decided to do it

You stretched your arms and let out a yawn while Armin's eyes widened looking down at you, stopping his movement

“did you just yawned?” he furrowed his eyebrows

your eyes widened with a fake apologetic look

“i'm so sorry Armin, it's just that you're not really hitting that spot today” you whispered

this man was deeply hurt, so he was doing something wrong

he was about to apologise and promise to do better when he remembered Jean talking about this exact same prank last month

Armin clenched his jaw, his now narrowed blue eyes looking down at you.

they were soo intimidating sometimes.

you laughed realizing that he knew, well at least you tried

“sorry Armin”

— oh oh.. You were in for it

“You think that you can just play with me like that?”

— His hand would come in contact with your cheek, not enough to leave a bruise but enough to leave a burning feeling there

“You fool”

— Good luck walking the entire week!

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞; in this prank person 1 calls person 2 someone else's name to see their reaction to it.

— Jean.. oh this man is a blessing..

— He trusts you and you know it, but he can't help but let his jealousy take over him sometimes

— So you know what his reaction most likely will be

— You were sitting with him in the balcony. He was finishing a painting he's been working on for a while when you decided to do the prank

— You positioned the camera in an angle where it would take in Jeans reaction, and you had to be be careful to not attract his attention to yourself

— You stood up walking behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle

“Jean, are you almost done?” you asked him resting your chin on his back knowing how much he hated that

“Yeah, baby. You can stay there is comfortable, but can you take your chin off my back.” he politely asked turning his head slightly to look at you

“Why? You love when I do this, Eren”

— Frozen. That's his reaction to you calling him Eren's name.

“Did you just call me Eren?”

— This man took your arms off of him and turned to looked at you with a hurt look

“Do you do stuff like this with him?”

“no, no baby it's just a prank. see?” you told him pointing to the camera

— please apologize

— He will want to hold you and not let you go after this

— He's precious. Protect him. Is your new job.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝; Person 1 tells person 2 this out of nowhere to see their response.

— Porco is a horny man, you know it

— You set up the phone camera infront of the tv while you and him sat a little away from it (enough for him to not notice your phone)

— You both were eating fruit together when you told him

“Porco, I'm in the mood”

— This man choked on the piece of mango he had on his mouth

Porco grabbed the water bottle next to him and took a gulp of it

“Right now?” he asked “where is this coming from?”

“You looked really hot licking that mango”

The hazel eyed boy smirked, winking at you

“Sure I'll give you what you want, come on”

— Porco started to stand up when you couldn't hold your laugh in anymore

“I'm joking, it's just a prank”

— My dude just stood there looking from your phone to you before rolling his eyes

“You can ask someone else for dick this entire week, I ain't giving you nothing”

— start apologizing. now.

— he might forgive you

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝; in this prank person 1 calls person 2 infront of other people/another person to see their reaction.

— Levi is really calm, he doesn't care what you refer to him as long as it let others know that you're romantically together

— So he won't appreciate you referring to him as a friend in public

— You were both at a restaurant talking about what you guys wanted to order, when you decided to do this prank

— You were praying that this man didn't embarrass you infront of everyone

"Hello, do you already know what you would like to order?" the waitress asked looking at you both with a kind smile

"Yes, I would like the chicken alfredo pasta and my friend would like the same thing” you smiled back at her

“Any drinks?”

“Wine for me. they would like water.” Levi answered

“Your dinner would be here in a few minutes” with that said she left

— The look Levi gave you was scary

“Didn't you say that you weren't drinking tonight?”

he ignored you question, asking one of his own “Why did you say that?”

“Say what?” you played dumb

“That I'm just a friend.”

“ohh... I'm sorry, it just slipped” you gave him a awkward smile trying to not laugh

“It's this one of your little pranks?”

At that you let out a snort before full on laughing

“you damn brat, you do this bullshit and I'll break up with you. I wouldn't even think about being your friend” he said rolling his eyes

“sure, when I do this again you will be my husband! And I'm not signing a divorce” you joked

— You didn't see it, but Levi had a small smile in his face, his hand grabbing the small box in his pocket

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#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x reader #aot oneshots #armin arlert x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirsten x reader #porco galliard x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #eren x reader #porco x reader #jean x reader #tw: impact play

[mango-bango-bby]

hi mango!!! :))) maybe could u do dabi with a bunny!darling headcanons? like shes v short,cute & innocent and dabi just loves to infantilize her. she loves cuddling and how would dabi react to her going into heat? thank you( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

♡ My Darling Bunny ♡

(A/N: I know I posted an NSFW fic yesterday but I often put off NSFW requests until I’m in a certain mood to write them. So here’s another!! I hope you like this, I thought it was super super cute and i’d love to eventually write a fic off of this 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, infantilization, bunny!reader/hybrid!bunny!reader, AFTER THE FIFTH HEADCANON IS NSFW, marking, reader in heat, DUB-CON, rough sex (kinda)

Summary: Dabi with a bunny!darling (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader *readers gender is never specified*)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Dabi absolutely loves your more rabbit aspects, them being due to your quirk. He loves messing and playing with your floppy ears. He loves how jumpy you can get at times yet also how cuddly you get! And he loves your fluffy little tail! He’s very much a fan of your rabbit aspects.

♡ Because of your bunny like features, Dabi often treats you as a beloved pet. Of course you’re not. However Dabi does things such as pet you, tell you how good you are for him, spoon feed you, and do everything for you. You’re so fragile that you shouldn’t have to do anything, he likes to care for you.

♡ Oh Dabi also thinks you’re very fragile. You’re so short and your skin is so soft, there’s no way you could do any physical labor or anything to dangerous. Your job is to be his good little bunny, as long as you give him affection when he needs it, he treats you like royalty!

♡ Loves getting you rabbit themed things! He thinks you look so you with bunny themed clothing and accessories. It just fits you way to well. Also gets you carrot themed things, like he got you a giant carrot plush! He gets you many plushies and stuffed animals, mostly because they’re so soft and he loves seeing you carry them around everywhere. He thinks you look so innocent and sweet like that. But then again you’re always innocent and sweet to him.

♡ Dabi helps you nest and gets things for your nest! Your nesting area is in the corner of the bedroom. You nest with many different things, mainly Dabi’s shirts, blankets, pillows, and different plushies. You often also try to steal Dabi’s jacket for your nest, but Dabi needs it when he goes out so you give it back. He will also get you more things for your nest if you want it to be nicer, like a canopy or rug or fairy lights!

♡ Dabi immediately knows when you’re about to go into heat, mostly be you become incredibly clingy. Definitely preparing for your heat before it happens, he didn’t the first time but now he stocks up on water and food for you cause he knows once you two start you’re not going to stop.

♡ Absolutely loves when you’re in your heat cause it gives him the opportunity to do the things you normally wouldn’t agree to. Like overstimulation for hours on end, or using multiple toys on you, all thing you’re normally to shy to agree too. But in your heat, you just agree to everything that will get you off, so it gives Dabi an opportunity to do what he wants and try out new things. However all of it is for your pleasure, you want to be bred after all!

♡ Let him pull on your ears and/or tail, please! He gets super heated and loves the idea of pulling on your floppy ears, especially in doggy style. He wants to pull your ears back towards him in that position. Although if you don’t want to he might not listen, but if you tell him that it actually hurts you he’ll stop.

♡ Dabi marks you up while you’re in heat, he’s feral when you’re in heat. He bites you, goes for hours, pounds really hard, all by your request! However you don’t mind at all, you want him to claim you after all! Dabi will bite you everywhere, leaving marks all over your soft skin. He personally likes leaving marks in your thighs, neck, collarbone, and chest. Don’t worry though, after your heat he will make sure that he didn’t bite you to hard. He’ll take care of you if he hurts you to bad.

♡ Despite going super hard on you while you’re on heat, it is all for you, so that the pain of being in heat doesn’t hurt so bad. If he’s going to rough on you, just tell him, he’ll calm down a bit. He knows you’re going to get overwhelmed sometimes, so he will be a lot softer with you if you ask. He’ll gently kiss you, be slower, praise you, anything you want really. Although he’s been praising you since the beginning, you are his sweet little bunny after all.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere bnha #soft yandere #yandere dabi #yandere!dabi #yandere dabi x reader #soft yandere dabi

[light679]

Boba Tea Dates (Part 2)

Ayaka, Kazuha, Yoimiya, Raiden Shogun, Kujou Sara, Yae Miko, Xinyan

None: Just come fluff

Summary: You go on cute dates with the Genshin characters from Inazuma

After writing for the first few characters, I decided to write this for the rest of Inazuma's characters and other characters that were featured in Inazuma (Xinyan deserves some love too! Plus I headcanon she'd be a huge fan of chili mango flavors)

Part 1 here!

Ayaka:

Ayaka is really shy at first when you first go out on a boba date together. She's familiar with boba tea because her brother loves it and often brings her some or has her try his own recipes, and of course Thoma often makes her her own cup of boba tea whenever he makes some for Ayato, but she's still shy about telling you how much she knows. But once you encourage her, asking her what flavor she thinks you should try, she'll open up about all of the unique flavor combinations she's tried.

Her favorite flavors of milk and fruit teas are ones that use ingredients from overseas. Though most may find the flavor from a Qingxin flower a little bitter, Ayaka loves the flavor when added to her teas. She also loves fruit teas that use Valberries and especially flavors that add Jueyun chilis. The traveler once introduced her to Xinyan while Xinyan was visiting Inazuma, who suggested using a combination of mango and Jueyun chili powder. This became a favorite of hers ever since.

A lot of the time, your boba tea dates with Ayaka will be either hanging out at the Yashiro Commission headquarters, strolling the grounds, or taking a walk through Inazuma City to run some simple errands. Either way, Ayaka is incredibly happy to be spending the time with you.

Kazuha:

For Kazuha, he loves more earthy and floral flavors. You'll often see him drinking a lavendar, rose or jasmine milk teas. He's not a fan of overly sweet drinks, but rather prefers the tastes that make him feel more connected to nature.

He'll often take you to sit underneath a beautiful Sakura tree, sipping on your milk tea quietly as you listen to the sounds of nature together. If he's feeling particularly in a talkative mood, Kazuha will occasionally recite lines of poetry he thinks of in the moment. Usually these lines will be about the beauty of the nature around you, and how happy and calm he feels in your presence.

Any time he's about to set sail on Beidou's ship, he'll make sure to take a glass of boba tea to go with him, a little reminder of your cute dates to get him through your time apart.

Yoimiya

Since milk doesn't sit will in her stomach, Yoimiya avoids milk teas like the plague, unless she can get them made with coconut milk or almond milk. Since you can never be too sure, she almost always sticks to fruit teas, opting for some of the most exciting flavors. Citrusy fruits like lemon or orange are particular favorites of hers, matching her vivid personality.

Yoimiya's favorite time to get boba with you is during festivals. You'll walk along the stalls drinking boba, buying more snacks than your hands can handle carrying, and by the end of the evening, you'll go to Yoimiya's favorite firework-watching spot to polish off your snacks and boba by the time the fireworks start, chatting happily away. Of course, you often have to make sure Yoimiya doesn't get too wrapped up in chatting, because if she doesn't finish her boba before the start of the fireworks show, it'll often go to waste since she's usually too engrossed in the fireworks to snack or take drinks.

Raiden Shogun

Boba tea was one of the many things that had come about during Ei's long time in her Plane of Euthymia. It was as unfamiliar to her as the concept of Dango Milk. Though not as fond of boba tea as she was danogo milk, Ei did really enjoy going out for boba tea with you.

Ei's favorite boba drinks were definitely the more dessert-style drinks. Smoothies and shakes particularly. Combining ice cream, sweet flavors and the tapioca pearls? Ei couldn't think of a better combination for the drink (short from adding boba to dango milk potentially).

You'll often spend your boba dates at Tenshukaku, sprawled out on the floor while reading light novels together, or sitting at the Sacred Sakura tree doing the same. If she's feeling particularly tired from her duties as the Raiden Shogun, or had a long day, she'll ask you shyly to read a novel to her, lost in the sound of your voice. In a rare moment of complete contentment, Ei may even fall asleep resting on your shoulder or legs. Though of course, if you ever told anyone about it, she'd probably have to use the Musou no Hitotachi on you.

Kujou Sara

When you first invited Kujou Sara on a date for boba tea, she was more than a little confused. Sara typically avoids sweet things, so boba tea was generally not something she indulged in. The only times you're generally able to get her to go on boba tea dates with you are times when she has the afternoon off, which is fairly rare. Once she discovered some milk teas that were less sweet, like an original black milk tea, she was more likely to take the occasional boba tea date with you. Naturally, the original black milk tea, unsweetened, is the drink of her choice usually.

Once, after a lot of begging and persuading, you were able to get Kujou Sara to take a sip of your brown sugar milk tea. Sara would never admit it, but you could see the way her golden eyes lit up at the exquisite, deliciously sweet flavor that she'd normally never indulge herself in.

Some of the time, when Sara has some spare time in the afternoon to be with you, she'll simply tag along for the dates without getting anything for herself. She's happy to see you happy, whether that be with boba or anything else.

Yae Miko

Being the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, and running the Yae Publishing House, Yae Miko didn't often have time to go on extravagant dates, so boba dates with her were a fairly common occurrence, seeing as that was mostly what she had time for during the day.

Yae Miko is even more happy when you bring her the boba directly so that the two of you could sit under the Sacred Sakura Tree together or somewhere near Yae Publishing House together. She'll happily tell you some of her favorite stories from previous decades, recounting some of the more amazing things in Inazuma, or stories from before her time as Guuji of the Shrine. Or, if you're at the Yae Publishing House and a new light novel has recently interested her, she'll likely read it to you, asking for your thoughts and feedback on the novels as she does.

Xinyan

Boba tea is slightly less common throughout Liyue, so Xinyan was incredibly excited to try something new in Inazuma. Having packed some Jueyun Chilis, Xinyan was the one to create the chili mango flavor at the local boba shops. Depending on how popular Xinyan became in certain areas, many of the shops may have named the drink after her music.

Still, whenever Xinyan wasn't actively performing in Liyue, she was often found getting boba with you, drinking her specialty chilli mango flavor

Whenever you went on boba dates, you'd find a place to relax out in the open, away from many others. Xinyan would play you whatever song she'd written most recently. Whenever she could get into the Mystic Omyou Chamber, she'd bring you to it, performing for Shiki Taishou and playing music for the three of you for an exciting afternoon.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #kazuha #yoimiya #ayaka #kamisato ayaka #kaedehara kazuha #raiden shogun #ei #raiden ei #Kujou Sara #Yae Miko #guuji yae #Xinyan #genshin kazuha #genshin kaedehara #genshin kaedehara kazuha #genshin ayaka #genshin kamisato ayaka #genshin raiden #eimiko #genshin raiden shogun #genshin kujou sara #genshin yae miko #genshin yae #genshin xinyan #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact yoimiya #genshin impact ayaka

[sophiainspace]

For the character HC ask: The legends team + breakfast? (Season 1-6 teams)

Hah - that request involves a *lot* of characters, so let’s stick with the current/recent lineup…

Behrad: Is becoming such a great pastry chef that he’s in high demand for breakfast. It’s just a shame that, most days, nothing can wake him till 4pm. Literally nothing. The crew have tried hitting the fire alarm, piping Nate’s music into his room, setting off the sprinklers right over his bed, having Gideon casually announce that there’s a 33rd century spaceship shooting lasers at the hull… Nothing. Still, the three times a month Behrad manages to get up in time to bake croissants are good days.

Mick: Is inclined to eat nothing for breakfast. This devolves into a liquid breakfast when he’s depressed. That’s unless he’s cooking for everyone, when he samples enough to get at least one decent breakfast out of it. Whenever the crew start noticing beer cans around in the morning, they start requesting a whole menu - eggs, pancakes, sausages, croissants, hash browns… Mick grumbles like it’s the worst idea in the world, then samples more than he’s eaten in days. And manages not to smile as he watches the crew enjoying his food. That’s what it’s about.

Zari 1.0: When it’s her turn outside the totem, she always turns up in time for breakfast. Mostly donuts. Gideon’s fabricated ones just don’t cut it, so the crew pick them up in time for her arrival. Sometimes Zari is up for pastries, if her brother’s offering. (Apparently pain au chocolate does not work well with weed. She was reassured to hear this.)

Astra: She likes the really sugary cereals. Cheerios and Lucky Charms, especially. No one must ever know. “I sold actual souls for this stuff in Hell,” she tells Spooner, as Spooner guards the kitchen door while Astra eats her way through most of a box. She’s adorable for about four hours after she eats the stuff, so it’s totally worth it to Spooner.

Ava: Eats like a bird most of the time - granola or yogurt, sometimes an omelette under special circumstances - unless Mick or Behrad is cooking breakfast for the team, and then she ravenously devours more than anyone has ever seen her eat before. “I like food made with love by family,” she says through a full mouth, when Sara stares at her. And then Mick tells her it was made with grudging regard at best. “Good enough,” Ava replies, through another mouthful.

Zari 2.0: Makes the world’s most complicated fruit salads, full of kiwi fruit from the Antipodes and mangos from the Caribbean. (Well, what else are time couriers for, really? She ignores Sara’s protest that they’re for work.) Spends more time sharing her food on Instagram than eating it. Behrad has to get in the way of her artistic shots before she rolls her eyes and finishes her breakfast.

Spooner: Avoided the kitchen for a long time. Then she learned Gideon can make el tipico that’s a passable impression of the real thing. If Spooner’s in the mood for something a bit less fabricated, she can make a mean scrambled eggs on toast that reminds her of being holed up in her trailer. “It was all I used to eat!” she tells Astra enthusiastically. Astra makes a face and asks if Spooner didn’t ever consider learning to cook something more interesting. Spooner explains autistic food preferences. And that her mom used to make it for her. Astra eats the boring eggs on toast. They’re not so bad really.

Sara: She used to have to fast till midday in the League, and she lost the taste for breakfast entirely, and never got it back. Various crew members sometimes drag her into the kitchen to eat something before a big mission. After a lapse in concentration nearly saw the Waverider boarded by actual pirates, she now grudgingly admits they’re right. But she‘ll only eat Ava’s omelettes.

Constantine: Makes English fry-ups at 6 in the morning after long nights spent chanting in the library. He offers to cook them for the whole team. They all eye the black pudding and deep-fried bread with suspicion. He shrugs and says, “Your loss, Americans,” as he shovels rubbery eggs and overcooked sausages into his mouth. (Spooner is no longer allowed to throw the eggs to see if they bounce.) “Mmm,’ John says. “Tastes like home.”

Nate: Coffee. Just pots and pots of coffee. Then it’s back to his room to work on the history mystery that’s already kept him up all night. “He’ll fall asleep eventually,” Sara tells Spooner. “Sixteen hours after that, we’ll send in some of Behrad’s pastries. And Behrad.”

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Things I love about you (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count:1,6k

Warning: Some swearing (not really), a little bit of French, mention of wine bc why not. Other than that is just fluff, like loads of it.

Edited by @theamazingtomholland​

MASTERLIST

Charlie always thought people were crazy when they used to list things they loved about their partners, maybe because he never fell in love as hard as he did for the girl sleeping peacefully, tangled in the sheets, and wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He kissed her shoulder before leaving the room, ready for his morning run.

He knew very well she’d still be fast asleep once he came back with breakfast, even if that meant coming back in almost an hour. And Charlie was right. When he came back an hour later, with sweat glistening his skin and the bagels he bought for breakfast, his girlfriend was still sleeping, and he let out a chuckle when he saw the nest made of pillows she always made in her sleep whenever she was sleeping on her own.

That was one of the little things she did that he completely loved. It was as if she needed to feel something holding her in her sleep, especially if he wasn’t sleeping next to her. They would cuddle before they fell asleep, but even if she wasn’t in his arms the whole night, somehow they always were touching each other in their sleep. It could be their hands, a foot, or their backs, but they were always close.

After a quick shower, he sat next to his sleeping girlfriend, caressing her arm to wake her up.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said in a soft voice when the girl stretched out, opening her eyes slowly.

“Morning, Charlie,” Y/N said, her voice laced with sleep, “Are you going for a run?”

“I already went for a run, my love,” the boy laughed softly, “I got us breakfast, so get your pretty ass out of bed, because I’m starving.”

“I’ll be right there, honey,” she smiled at him and rubbed her face against the pillow one last time before getting up.

Charlie handed her a warm cup of coffee, pointed to the bagels on the table. Y/N picked the one she thought was hers, knowing her boyfriend preferred the one with the beacon.

“This smells so damn good,” Charlie heard her say, and when he looked at her, she was sneakily sniffing the bagel. 

And that was one of the little things Y/N did that he found adorable. Every time she had to eat or drink something, she’d smell it slightly, as if she wanted to find out the flavors beforehand.

“Who said that one was yours?” Charlie questioned jokingly just before she took the first bite. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put the bagel down.

“But you always order the one with avocado and tomato for me, baby,” she pouted and Charlie laughed. He got closer to the girl and pecked her lips.

“I was messing with you,” he clarified.

“What do you have to do today?” Y/N asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

“I have an interview in like an hour,” he checked his phone with a grimace, “I should probably start getting ready. Do you have to go to the office?”

“No, but I need to catch up on some work,” Y/N answered with a shrug, “Other than that, I guess I’m just gonna chill here.”

“Lucky you,” Charlie stuck his tongue out playfully.

Later that day, when Charlie came back to Y/N’s apartment, he found her sitting on the floor with her chin resting on one of her knees. She always was sitting in the weirdest positions, and then she’d complain about back pain or having pins and needles in her legs. He thought it was cute because it was her way of finding the best position to concentrate on her work.

“You’re gonna end up with back pain, my love,” Charlie warned her and sat on the floor next to her, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Char,” the girl said, turning her attention to the hazel-eyed boy. She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer, rubbing their noses together before pressing her lips to his in a welcoming kiss.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Charlie murmured against her lips. She hummed in response and he kissed her again.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispered back. 

They sat there in silence, while she finished with whatever project she was working on, and once she turned off her laptop, Charlie put on a movie.

“Are we gonna make the effort to cook dinner or do you wanna order something?” He asked, making himself comfortable on the couch and patting the spot next to him, inviting her to join him.

“I’m in the mood for pizza,” she told him and cuddled up next to her boyfriend. 

“Five minutes and I’ll call,” Charlie mentioned, wrapping his arms around Y/N and holding her tight against him. Her hair tickled him right in the nose, and he could smell the soft fragrance of her shampoo. “Is it mango or lemon?” He questioned after a while, grabbing a strand of her hair.

“Mango, do you like it?”

“Yeah! it smells great, babe.” Charlie pressed a kiss on top of her head and then struggled a bit to get hold of his phone.

After a quick call to the pizza place they always ordered from, they stayed on the couch, enjoying being in the arms of the other. It was small moments like that one, a movie playing on the tv, but their attention fixed on each other. Charlie loved to hear her laugh every time he tickled her or the funny faces she made whenever he faked pushing her off the couch.

“Pizza’s here!” She chirped when the ring bell resonated through the apartment, standing up quickly and making her way to the door.

“Do you want wine or beer?” Charlie asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Wine,” Y/N put the pizza box on the counter and pointed to the small wine cabinet, “my mom sent me one the other day and she said it was perfect for pizza and pasta.”

“No plates, babe,” Charlie mentioned when he saw his girlfriend trying to reach a couple of plates, “that way we only have to wash the glasses.”

“You’re getting lazy, Gillespie,” Y/N teased the boy, but did as he told her.

With a new movie playing on the tv, pizza, and a bottle of wine they sat again on the couch, bickering over small things like Charlie muttering the dialogues because he knows all the lines or the fact that Y/N can’t sit still while watching a movie.

“If you kick me one more time, Y/N,” he warned her, putting his glass of wine on the coffee table before she could make him spill it on the couch.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Y/N batted her eyelashes and pouted at her boyfriend, “What are you gonna do about it anyway?” 

“Y/N stop it,” Charlie warned again, but Y/N kicked his thigh again softly, it was more a nudge than a real kick. 

He glanced at her, a grin forming on his lips before he grabbed the girl by her feet and pulled her into a laying position, and attacked her sides with his fingers.

“No, Charlie!” The girl squealed, trying to move away from his hands, “please!”

“That’s not gonna work, my love,” he cackled, moving one of his hands up to her neck knowing that was her weak spot.

“Charlie!” Their laughter filled the room, and Y/N squirmed under the boy, “S’il te plaît, babe!”

“Oh! Tu parles français, mon amour.” Charlie knew his girlfriend only knew how to say a few things in French, please being one of them. He stopped his attack and left a soft kiss on her nose, before pressing their lips together in a kiss. 

Y/N pulled away from the kiss first, still short of breath because of the tickles, with a smile on her face, she brought her hands up to cup her boyfriend’s face and pulled him into a kiss again.

“I love you, my idiot,” she breathed against his lips, “now get off, you’re crushing me.”

“I love you too, mon amour.”

Charlie was about to get in bed when Y/N walked in with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair wet. He let out a sigh, too tired to complain now.

“Sit so we can’t get this done fast,” he pointed to the bed and plugged in the hairdryer. 

Sure, he was exhausted, but he loved to help his girl dry her hair, and be a part of her little night routine. That was one of the things he loved about her, she had a tendency to be unpredictable, but no matter what, she’d always take a shower before bed, take her time putting on lotions and skincare, and he’d always help her dry her hair if he was staying over. 

He loved the fact that he could tell if Y/N was laying next to him just by her fruity fragrance. He loved to help her relax at the end of the day, and somehow, drying her hair helped him relax too. 

After her hair was finally dry, he covered himself with the covers and sent a quick goodnight message to his family group chat, while he waited for his girl to finish her night routine.

“Vanilla or coconut?” She wondered, fumbling things in her nightstand drawer. He saw the two hand creams she was holding and smiled.

“Vanilla.”

She squeezed the tube to put cream on her own hands and then squeezed cream on his hands.

“You know I love your sexy guitarist hands, but we don’t like dry hands in this house,” Y/N commented with a sweet smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Charlie said, shaking his head in amusement. 

“Goodnight, Charlie,” the girl answered, cuddling next to him.

“I love you,” he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes, happy to spend another night next to the girl he loved so much.

“I love you too, babe.”

#charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie fanfic #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie one shot #jatp cast imagine #charlie gillespie fluff #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

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NAME.    odette montgomery AGE.     21+ SPECIES.  human (verse dependent) GENDER.    cisfemale ORIENTATION.     bisexual. INTERESTS.     interior design, sewing, painting, gardening, baking, dancing, reading, and many many more !! PROFESSION.    fashion designer + model BODY TYPE.     slim and lanky, malnourished as a child and for a little bit in the months following her kidnapping as a teenager. while she now sits at a healthy weight she still remains in the slender category EYES.     large rounded brown eyes, that are rather far apart from each other on her face, always accentuated with long dark lashes and usually bright/colorful eye makeup  HAIR.     naturally a deep red, she tends to keep it shoulder length. odette changes her hair frequently, rotating between her natural locks, brown, and varying shades of blonde depending on her mood that week/month/day. she will try pretty much any natural color, especially if a modelling job calls for it. she’s not totally opposed to unnatural shades but they aren’t quite her vibe  SKIN.     pale, nearly ghostlike but with an extremely clear complexion. she looks slightly darker when she has her hair a strong shade of blonde as darker colors and shades of white tend to exaggerate how pale she really is. she has a pretty intense skin care routine in order to assure that it looks nice no matter the situation. HEIGHT.    5′6 COMPANIONS.     her life partner finnegan beck and a bountiful amount of other close friends that is too long of a list to put here ANTAGONISTS.     clay clayton ( insert the tik t*k audio that’s all ‘u cheeky motherfucker’ ), her mother, anyone who hurts those she cares about FRUITS.     strawberries !!! mangoes !!! dragonfruit !! pomegranates !! DRINKS.     lemonade <3 ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES   ?     in moderation ! she likes to wind down with the occasional glass of wine or go out with friends SMOKES   ?     she did briefly as a child/teen as she would steal her mother’s cigarettes but she quit by the time she was 17  DRUGS   ?     not really, they make her uneasy :/ DRIVERS LICENSE   ?     yes but she doesn’t use it all that often !

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Sweet Little Mango

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Chapter 3

-

Billy groaned as he folded himself into the Camaro.

Steve hadn’t been at school that day.

Billy wasn’t totally worried, it was around time for his heat, anyway, but Steve had been feeling bad the past few days, throwing up nearly every morning this week before making his way to school, looking pale and clammy, and sleeping through nearly every class.

Billy smoked lazily out the window. The October chill was beginning to set in, and he was fucking dreading the cold weather. He was a California, golden sunshine, warm weather baby through and through, and if it fucking snows, well. Basically, he doesn’t have a coat and he’s pretty much fucked.

He pulled into the driveway in front of Steve’s house, letting himself in the front door with the key Steve had given him at the end of summer.

The house didn’t smell like it did when Steve was in heat, full of the honey lavender scent of his hormones, his slick.

The house was as cold as still as it usually was when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington couldn’t be assed to spend time with their only kid.

Something uneasy climbed down Billy’s spine.

“Stevie?” He yelled up the stairs. There was no answer. Billy didn’t even bother taking off his shoes before he bounded upstairs. “Stever!”

He found Steve in his bedroom, all snuggly and wrapped up in bed, nestled under a pile of blankets. Again, not really unusual behavior for Steve, especially if he was in one of his moods, but the entire situation just didn’t sit right with Billy.

Call it alpha intuition.

Billy sat on the other side of the bed, laying over Steve, melting his body weight onto him.

Steve didn’t react to him.

Something’s up.

“Baby, what’s up?” Steve just made a high sound in his throat in reply.

So, there’s a big something up.

Billy started shifting blankets, finding Steve’s face. “Talk to me.” One of Steve’s eyes opened, big and round and full of something Billy couldn’t place. “You okay?”

“I went to the doctor today. I was awake all night throwing up.”

Billy kissed his forehead. He was covered in cold sweat.

“What’s the verdict? You alright?” Steve shifted, sitting up, holding a pillow to his chest. “Flu? Strep? Hand-foot-and-mouth disease?” Steve didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile.

Billy was fucking worried.

“I, um, I’m, I’m pregnant.”

Billy’s heart fucking stopped.

“She said I was probably eight weeks along.” Steve was nervously picking at something on the bedspread, beginning to ramble. “So I guess it was during one of my heats, that sometimes, sometimes omegas still have heats during the early pregnancy, which is why, why I still had the last one but didn’t have this one, and apparently it’s the size of a raspberry, a tiny little raspberry, Bill. And I, I know we’re so young, but I don’t, I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of it, and this, I mean, it’s a fucking miracle I even got pregnant in the first place, and this could be my chance to have a pup of my own, and, god, it’s all just so fucking much, and I’m not, you don’t, I‘m not expecting anything from you but-” Billy pulled Steve into his chest, petting his hair, shushing him softly.

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing.” He kissed Steve’s head. “Whatever you wanna do. I’m gonna be right here for you.” Steve melted into him.

“Bill, I, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I can, if we can actually, actually be fucking parents, but I, Billy I can not just, just-I already love them so fucking much. ”

“You don’t have to, Honey. You can decide. We’ll make this work, how ever we have to.” He hefted Steve further into his lap. “I’m gonna be here for you, for our pup. And we got, like, family that’ll help us.”

“Bill, I don’t think our parents are gonna-”

Billy was quick to cut him off.

“Are you gonna tell Joyce she can’t babysit, or should I get murdered for it?”

Steve laughed, an unexpected little thing.

“So you’re- you’re okay?”

“I mean, nothing’s really sunk in, and I’ve got a huge fucking breakdown on the horizon once I realize what all this actually means. But, you know. I’m fine.”

-

Billy’s breakdown came when he went home the next morning.

When his dad backhanded him across the face for staying out all night.

He was standing in his room, staring wide-eyed at the window.

How could he be so fucking stupid? Steve wasn’t on birth control. Billy fucking knew that , and still pumped him full of cum every fucking heat.

Steve had told him that it was near impossible for male omegas to get pregnant. It had to be a perfect storm of proper anatomy and a strong heat that allowed for their bodies to actually implant and grow a tiny clump of cells into a whole human person.

Steve had been working with the idea that he pretty much couldn’t get pregnant since he was a kid. And Billy had totally run with that.

And now Steve’s got a little tiny almost person inside of him.

He’s fucking stupid. He’s stupid, and dumb, and he’s a fucking teenager with a pup on the way.

The tears stung his eyes.

He sank to his knees, one hand fisted in his own hair.

Fuck. Fuck.

He’s not gonna tell Steve what to do with his own body. If he wants to have the pup, then Billy’s gonna fucking support him.

Because he’s not a shitty deadbeat.

And he loves Steve. He really does.

But he doesn’t believe in himself, though. There’s no fucking way they make this work.

There’s no fucking way they raise this pup, and stay together, and not traumatize the little thing.

There’s not a way in this fucking world.

-

“Alright, Steven.”

Steve was perched nervously on the exam table, his fingers in knots in his lap.

Billy was sitting against the wall, bouncing his leg and itching for a cigarette.

He hadn’t had one since Steve told him about the pup.

Two weeks ago.

He quit when Steve did. Not that Steve kept up the same level as Billy. There was a big difference between one or two cigarettes at a party, and nearly two packs a day.

But it wasn’t good for Steve, or the pup, so Billy took the most stressful time in his whole life so far, to quit smoking.

They were at Steve’s ten-week appointment. At the clinic in Indianapolis. The one where the front desk staff only raised an eyebrow at the boys’ fake I.D.s and didn’t ask for their parents’ contact information.

The doctor ushered Steve to lay back, pulling up his t-shirt to spread the clear jelly on his stomach, turning on the machine.

She located the fetus easily.

“Well, it looks like you’re coming along nicely. You’re at the proper growth for this stage, and the heartbeat’s nice and strong.”

Billy was staring at the monitor.

He couldn’t really make anything out. The machine was making this wooshing sound, like it was a scope underwater, and not a digital look into Steve.

But there was a little tiny blob in there. Something that looked like a little white bean nestled in Steve’s abdomen.

Their pup.

The doctor highlighted the little bean, zooming in and taking a capture of the image.

“Little pup's first picture.”

Steve’s scent went absolutely sweet, filling the room with sugar. Billy just reached out, taking his hand.

-

At the beginning of his pregnancy, Steve had terrible insomnia.

Billy would sneak out of his house to come over most nights, curling up behind Steve with one hand splayed wide on his slightly chubby tummy. He was always solid behind Steve. Warm and soft, a constant comfort to remind Steve that he wasn’t alone with the pup. That he had Billy to love them. To protect them and take care of them.

And sometimes, his warmth and steady breathing would be enough to lull Steve into a nice doze, or even to coax him into sleep.

But most nights, he was wide awake.

Steve didn’t want to keep Billy awake on those long nights, so he would sneak out of Billy’s gentle embrace, and sit on the couch downstairs in the sitting room. He would usually hang out in the quiet, just him and the little pup growing inside of him.

But then Billy would wake up, cold and alone, and would trudge downstairs to find Steve, and manhandle Steve until he was laying on top of Billy on the couch.

That’s where they were when Billy first spotted the grand piano in the corner of the room. Never noticed where it stood, collecting dust. Partially hidden by a large potted fern. He slid out from under Steve and took a seat at the leather padded seat, brushing his fingers over the glossy blackness of the beautiful piano.

Many of the keys were out of tune, as the thing hadn’t been played in years, but he plonked out a few easy scales.

Billy’s mom used to play. He had vivid memories of sitting on her lap, his hands on hers as she played beautiful songs. She taught him a few, once upon a time.

He struggled through one of the songs he could kind of remember, occasionally hitting the wrong key before correcting himself and continuing with the melody. He stumbled through what he could of Hey Jude before turning back to Steve, expecting to see a soft smile, big tired eyes blinking slowly back at him.

But Steve was dead asleep on the couch, both hands resting over his tummy.

Billy carried him up to bed.

That became their ritual on nights Steve couldn’t sleep.

Steve even decided to scour the poorly stocked music store and bought Billy lots of sheet music. He had just grabbed random stuff, and ended up with the weirdest assortment of things. Rock ballads and classical pieces. Swing jazz and a few beginner piano books.

Billy sifted through to find the easier stuff. He could still read sheet music well enough to slowly decipher the notes, but had to remind himself which keys corresponded to which note.

The piano was still out of tune and sometimes made the songs sound dreadfully wrong and quite nearly frightening, but it was peaceful. Quiet except for the sounds of the piano.

Steve was just content to sit next to him as he did it, holding onto his stomach, his head leaned gently against Billy’s shoulder.

-

They didn’t really tell Joyce.

Not exactly, anyway.

Steve and Billy were at Melvald’s, looking through the health section, throwing vitamins Steve’s OBGYN had recommended into the basket.

The basket was heavy, the metal handles digging into the meat of Billy’s palm. Nearly overflowing with expensive supplements that were meant to help their little pup grow into something fully formed and functioning.

Steve was being picky about the supplements. Taking the specific brands the doctor had recommended, reading the labels diligently to see if they said anything along the lines of Warning: Do not take while pregnant. Will give your pup an extra head.

Joyce was the only person at the check-out stand, and she made small talk while she scanned vitamins, shea butter, and produce, not even looking at the rattling plastic bottles.

Until one container wouldn’t scan. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

She faltered, and it was like the world came to a halt.

Prenatal Vitamins, omega specialized formula

She stared at it. Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

But she moved in a flash, shifting around the counter, and pulling Steve into a tight hug.

It took him a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around her.

“If you boys need anything, and I mean anything at all, you come get me.” Steve scrunched his eyes up, trying not to sob into her shoulder.

She pulled away, giving Billy a hug of his own.

He hooked his chin on her shoulder, and he kinda felt like he could cry too. She gave him a bone-crushing hug for someone so small.

She took Steve’s hand when she finally relinquished Billy.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about ten weeks.” She cooed, handing them their bags as Billy counted out bills.

“And you’re not even showing. With Jon, I must’ve put on thirty pounds.” Steve looked around.

He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, mostly wearing too-big clothes of Billy’s these days, trying to hide what he could for as long as possible. He was beginning to get insecure about the weight he was gaining, even though it showed off the growth of their pup.

But he’s vain. And Steve’s the first to admit that.

He lifted his sweatshirt to show the shirt underneath, the tighter fabric showing off his little bump. Joyce smiled at them, and it made Steve feel so warm.

“I want copies of the very first sonogram.”

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Spared.

Rengoku Kyoujuro x Fem!OC (NSFW) Minors DNI

Yukari had been a simple baker before she became the wife of the Flame Pillar. She was alone in this life, and her only ambition was to keep up the trade that had been so beloved to her mother and father. Her tiny confectionary stand was extremely popular in her village for the desserts she baked every day, beloved by people young and old alike. Rengoku had been passing through her village one day, intending to stay the night before continuing on to headquarters. He became curious about the small crowd gathered around the stand, always in the mood for delicious food, he joined them. He was delighted to see that what they were so excited about seemed to be mochi shaped to look like various small animals. When it came to his turn in line, he intended to ask for twenty of them, but the moment he and Yukari met eyes he felt like his words had become a tangled lump in his throat. Her short black hair perfectly framed her round face, her cheeks chubby and pink like a cherub. Her brown eyes were so big and her lips so plump, she looked like a precious doll. Rengoku tried very hard to always be respectful of others, especially women, and tried his best not to think improper or degrading things when he saw attractive women. But the perpetual pout of her lips went straight to his cock. She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hello! What would you like?" she asked. Her voice was so soft..

"GREETINGS! I! WOULD! LIKE! FOOD!" he choked out. The eloquent sentence that had been in his mind completely fell apart by the time it reached his mouth. His cheeks flushed an embarrassingly dark shade of pink, and Yukari covered her mouth as she giggled quietly.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you! You're just.. Really cute!" she said. Rengoku felt like his knees were going to buckle. Her sincerity and openness made him feel like he could trust her, that he could tell her his insecurities, his anxieties, and be met without judgement. Though it was far too early to be thinking like this.

"If you haven't decided, would you like one of each?" she asked. He nodded and listened intently as she explained the different flavors of each little mochi animal. He furiously nodded in agreement at everything she said, eager just to hear her speak more.

He stayed in that town longer than necessary, stopping to get so many pastries from her every day that it made his stomach hurt, but it was well worth it just to see her smile.

The day finally came that he couldn't waste any more time in that town, he needed to return to headquarters. He lingered around her stand in the evening until he saw her beginning to pack up for the night.

"Y-YUKARI!" he said, louder than he meant to, making her jump.

"AH! I did not mean to startle you. I wanted to ask, could I walk you home, please? If it's okay." he asked shyly. Yukari smiled and nodded. The two of them walked side by side and Rengoku thought she looked even more beautiful in the dim light of the lanterns strung up on either side of the road. The way she might look at night, in bed, with him, just barely lit by an oil lamp or a candle.. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but the words felt like they wouldn't come out no matter how much he tried to force them.

"This is my home. Do you want some tea?" she asked as they approached a small, humble cottage. This place wouldn't be big enough for the two of them and all of their children, he thought.

"Oh, YES! I would very much like tea!" he replied.

Her home was comfortable, even if it was only big enough for one person. He slid his shoes off and sat down at her kotatsu, looking over at the small table by the door with pictures of her parents and grandparents, flowers and incense. It seemed she really was alone in this life, and that made Rengoku want to stay by her side all the more. She returned from the kitchen with a tea tray and sat down at the table with him, excitedly chatting about different pastry ideas she had as she poured cups for them both.

"This tea smells wonderful, what is it?" he asked. It smelled like sugary fruits, like apples and pears and mangos.

"It's something my mother used to make for me, it's her recipe. It always cheers me up whenever I'm feeling sad!" she said.

"Are you feeling sad tonight?" he asked.

"I guess so. I've really enjoyed seeing you every day, and I guess.. I know you aren't from this town, so you'll have to go home eventually right? I guess, I'll miss you." her smile was so sad Rengoku couldn't stand it.

"I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU! I do have to leave, I WILL WRITE TO YOU! I think you are VERY BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD LIKE TO MARRY YOU." he blurted out.

That had been a year ago, and after what felt like an eternity of exchanging letters and brief visits between missions, Yukari was now his beloved wife. His father had not attended their wedding, but he hadn't seemed to even notice when Rengoku came home to collect Senjuro for it.

"I think that Yukari's a really nice lady." Senjuro had said.

"I think that mom would've liked her a lot."

The other Hashira were so happy for him, especially Mitsuri who couldn't seem to get enough details about their courtship. Kagaya was delighted as well, the happiness of his children was shared equally by him.

Throughout their courtship Rengoku, however much he wanted affection and intimacy, had done an amazing job of controlling himself. At most they had kissed and held hands, he didn't want to push himself onto her or rush her at all, and so he had to satisfy his urges towards her alone. It wasn't that he had never touched himself before, but it had never been so desperate. Many nights he found himself bent over on his knees in bed, clutching a pillow tightly with one hand and whispering her name into it as his other hand furiously pumped his cock.

When their wedding night finally came however, all of his fantasies dissipated, replaced with intense nervousness and apprehension. It was their first night alone in their new home together, and just the idea of seeing her naked made his entire face turn red. Yukari had just finished bathing, and now she wore a thin white yukata as she knelt in front of her mirror, combing out her hair which now reached her shoulders. He watched her with admiration, every little thing she did seemed to excite him or make him smile. Perhaps that was what it meant to be in love with someone.

"Kyou, are you ready to take a bath?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Y-YES!" he replied.

"I won't be long-" he broke off as Yukari stood and took his hand.

"Can I go with you? I'd like to help you." her voice was sultry, Rengoku couldn't stop himself from grabbing her cheeks roughly and kissing her. It felt surreal, that this soft, warm person was his wife now..

"Come along!" she said cheerfully as she broke the kiss and led him out to the bath. He nervously stripped for her and had to look away as she blatantly stared at his cock.

"Oh goodness! May I?" she asked. Rengoku wasn't sure what she was asking, but he could deny her nothing regardless.

"Yes! Of course!" his breath hitched as she took his cock in her slender fingers. He clenched his teeth as she wrapped her soft hand around it and began to slowly slide it up and down his girthy shaft, not breaking eye contact with him as she did.

"Yuka- You're making me- Very excited." he said, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth as precum already began to leak from the tip. Yukari brushed her finger across it and brought it to her lips, slowly licking it off of her fingertip.

He was so hard, just for her. But, he still needed to bathe. Fuck it, he couldn't relax like this. He scooped her up into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder.

"Ah- Kyou!" she shouted in surprise as he carried her inside.

"I absolutely cannot! Relax in this state! I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP WITH YOU, IF YOU ARE READY TO DO SO!" he said as he gently laid her down on the futon. Yukari giggled as she opened her yukata, exposing herself for him. Rengoku breathed shallowly as he looked down at her, trying to memorize this perfect image. The exact curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts..

"Kyou~" she cooed, using a tone she had never used with him before. She reached out for him, brushing her fingers over his arm.

"Come here, please."

He crawled between her legs, leaning down to kiss her. Her lips were so plush, so soft.. He experimentally nibbled her bottom lip and she tangled her fingers into his fiery hair, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He continued trying to control himself, to not just flip her onto her hands and knees and ravage her, but sliding his tongue along hers was making self control and disciple extremely difficult. He reached between her legs, running two of his fingers between her lips and moaning into the kiss when he felt how wet she was already. He ran his fingers across her small entrance, to her clit, making her gasp. He nuzzled against her neck, kissing and licking it as he rubbed soft, gentle circles around her clit. She spread her legs wider for him, writhing as he moved lower to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He had intended just to gently suck on it, but the way her moans were becoming more and more desperate was making him less and less able to contain himself. He nibbled it roughly, smirking with satisfaction as she cried out his name.

"Kyou- I-" she broke off as she came and Rengoku leaned up to kiss her again, wanting to swallow each of her moans and whimpers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wiggling impatiently against him. He chuckled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her tightly and nuzzling his cheek against hers.

"Kyou! I want you inside me.." she said, giggling as his hair tickled her.

"RIGHT!" he said, positioning himself against her entrance.

Yukari took his face in his hands, staring deeply into his eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Rengoku's eyelids fluttered as her warm cunt enveloped him.

"Yukari- You're so tight.." he moaned, clinging to her as he completely filled her. He stayed still a long time, enjoying the feeling of her cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Please Kyou, please move, I want you to fuck me really hard." Yukari said Rengoku could hardly believe this was real, hearing her beg for him like that..

He bent her legs, tilting her hips upwards and causing him to slide even deeper into her, as deep as physically possible. They both cried out in unison as he pressed his forehead to hers. He began to move at a relentless pace, slamming in and out of her as fast as he could. Yukari was so noisy, her eyes rolled back as she clung to him, digging her nails into his back. She was started to drool, her plump lips being open so long as she let out a string of mewls and whimpers. Rengoku licked the corner of her mouth, sighing contentedly.

"Yukari, my love." he said between groans.

"You feel so good. I'm gonna finish soon.."

Despite how deep his voice usually was, the moan he let out as he came was a desperate, needy whine.

He wasn't ready to let go of her yet. He was tired, but there was nothing he wanted more than to stay buried inside of her. He rolled over, taking her with him so she was laying on his broad chest, and together they fell asleep, still connected.

It was two months later that Yukari found out she was pregnant. Rengoku told Kagaya first.

"This is wonderful news. Congratulations to you both." he said, smiling sincerely.

"You have a duty to your wife and child. Never forget this. Before your duty to humanity. Before you are a demon slayer, you are a husband and a father."

A husband and a father. This reality didn't truly sink in until Yukari was very near to giving birth. He came home one day to find that she had fallen asleep reading. The book lay open at her feet, her belly swollen beneath her kimono, her breasts heavy. He curled up beside her, sliding his hand into her kimono to rest it against her bare stomach where their child gently kicked. He smiled, nuzzling against her.

"Kyou! I'm so glad you're home." Yukari said as she awoke. He helped her stand up and she rested her hand on her stomach.

"The little one sure was restless today, perhaps they miss you." she mused. Rengoku's heart swelled with pride. He was really going to be a father, and he would be the best he could be. Like his father had been when he was young, when his mother was still alive.

A particular mission had come to the attention of the demon hunters, one that would require a Hashira's presence. Rengoku intended to go, but Yukari was days away from giving birth. He wondered which duty he should attend. He had to protect humans, but the idea of his child entering this world without him being there broke his heart. Kagaya understood well the importance of a father's relationship with his children, and so sent Uzui Tengen to see to the train mission in his stead. Rengoku was relieved. He fully believed in Tengen's strength and knew that no matter what the demons were up to on that train, he would be able to handle it.

The following day, Yukari gave birth to a little girl. She already had a tuft of blonde/red hair on her little head, but she had Yukari's wide, brown eyes. Rengoku cried as he held them both, his beloved wife and his first child, he felt like his entire world was right there, between his strong arms.

It was three days later, while Yukari and little Ruka slept curled up together, Rengoku received the crow baring the news of Uzui's death.

He sobbed as quietly as he could, the last thing he wanted to do was wake his wife and child and distress them. His guilt was overwhelming, it should have been him who died, it should have been his mission. His body shook with rage and sorrow, until Ruka began to awake. She cooed and whined, wiggling a bit. Rengoku walked over to them, kneeling down and scooping her into his arms. She took his hair in her little fist, tugging on it and trying to put it in her mouth. He smiled down at her, though tears still ran down his cheeks. If he had gone on that mission, he would have never met his own child. Yukari would be here alone, receiving the news of his death, and Ruka would grow up fatherless. He squeezed her tightly, sobbing into the blanket she was swaddled in. When he finally calmed down, he climbed into bed with Yukari, laying Ruka down beside her and nuzzling into his wife's hair as she slept. He laid like that, an arm draped over his wife to rest his hand on Ruka's tummy, sobbing until he fell asleep.

Thirteen months later, Rengoku sat with Ruka in the kitchen, helping her eat rice. She had been babbling so much lately, he and Yukari knew her first word would be coming soon.

"Oo..aauu..." she began and Rengoku excitedly leapt from his chair.

"YES? ARE YOU SPEAKING?" he shouted.

"UU..Oo.." Ruka struggled, determination evident on her tiny face.

"OTOU-SAN?" Rengoku said, full of hope that she was finally going to be able to call him her father.

"Uu.. UMAI!" she shouted triumphantly.

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[tchallasbabymama]

Isn’t She Lovely

Hey beautiful people, here’s chapter 11 of Playlist. Check out my masterlist here to catch up and to read my other stories.

Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x  OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here! Word count: 6800

CW: pregnancy complications, a lil smut

“What about T’Kiri?”

“What is it with you all and these apostrophe names? No. How about Adana?”

T’Challa shook his head and scrunched up his nose.

“I hooked up with an Adana once, pass.”

Ashanti rolled her eyes, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a whore back in the day this would be easier.”

Shuri caught the tail end of their conversation and cackled loudly as she entered the kitchen.

“Still trying to come up with names?” She asked as she sat next to Ashanti, now towards the end of her second trimester. The princess grabbed a mango and started slicing away, handing some to Ashanti without her even needing to ask. 

“Yes, and half of the girl names I suggest remind your brother here of his sordid past.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes as he continued to fix her a plate of fish and plantains, her latest craving combination. “My past is not sordid, in fact it was quite fun-”

Ashanti stared at him with vibranium daggers in her eyes and he changed his tune, clearing his throat.

“What I mean is, um-”

“Mmmhm. Anyways, this baby will be here before we even know what to call them,” Ashanti put her head in her hands and Shuri rubbed her back.

“Are you open to suggestions?”

“Sure, why not?” Ashanti gave in.

“I’ve always liked Jendayi for a girl.”

“Jendayi…”

“Jendayi…”

The parents both rolled the name around their mouths and looked to each other for confirmation.

“Ok I like it, it’s going on the list.”

“How many names do you have so far?” “We have Nailah, and Jendayi for a princess. A prince would either be Dakarai, Hasani, Kendi, Shaka, or Omari.” Ashanti pulled the prince names out of thin air since they knew they were having a girl, but wanted to throw her off their trail.

“Oooh, good choices.”

“Thank you,” she playfully stuck her tongue out at T’Challa and he gave her the “you’re gonna get it later” look. Her face got hot and she looked away, knowing she had been working his nerves all day long. Ashanti dug into her food and smiled at how even when she was being difficult he would pull out all the stops for her. He scooped some fish and plantains onto his plate and stood with his back against the counter, devouring his food.

“So I see you two are still on that weird ‘baba pregnancy’ thing.”

“Thank Bast for the heart shaped herb or I wouldn't be able to fit into my suit,” T’Challa mused before he and Shuri heard a small sniffle.

“Lucky for you. I feel like an elephant.”

“Oh, my love, I didn’t mean-”

“I know, I just. Ugh, hormones,” she laughed through her tears and he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing her baby bump as he rested his head on top of hers, wishing his baby girl would kick for him.

The princess watched the adorable interaction and sighed. The more she saw of Ashanti’s pregnancy, the more she realized she would never put herself through that ever in her life. Shuri felt she was destined to be the Cool Aunt, not someone’s mother.

“Well I just came for a snack, I’ll see myself out before the two of you start practicing for baby number two.”

They chuckled, but understood. Lately they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other and oftentimes forgot to tone it down when there were other people in the room.

“We can behave, we promise.”

“Speak for yourself,” T’Challa grumbled into her ear, causing her to giggle.

Shuri wretched loudly as she left the room.

“She’s so easy,” T’Challa laughed at his sister’s habit of disappearing whenever they got too close.

“She’ll be a great auntie though. Imagine her teaching our little girl, she’ll be a genius!”

“Who do you think taught Shuri?” he asked, slightly taken aback. 

“I just sort of assumed she came out the box fully assembled.”

He laughed at her and reached for her plate.

“No, I’ll get it baby, you do so much for me,” she turned around on her stool and gave him a kiss before hopping off and grabbing her plate. Before she made it around the counter T’Challa got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach and she faltered, dropping the dish with a loud crash and fainting into his arms.

When she woke up she was in Shuri’s lab with her midwife, Binta, T’Challa, and Shuri all surrounding her. 

“What happened?”

“You fainted, love,” T’Challa’s voice was shaky.

“Am I...is the-”

“They’re ok, but dear...you have preeclampsia. Your blood pressure is through the roof, it’s amazing this didn’t happen sooner,” the midwife, Ramla, pointed out. “And you’re lucky the king was there or it could have been much worse.”

T’Challa intertwined their fingers and squeezed her hand. She could tell he was shaken up.

“Ok so what now?” the queen asked. Binta grabbed her other hand and looked to both the soon-to-be parents.

“You’re on bedrest, sweetie.”

“What does that mean?”

They all locked eyes with each other in a silent conversation.

“It means we need to keep your stress levels down so you and your baby can stay healthy.”

“You mean, keep me from getting worse…” her voice softened from the emotions welling up inside her.

T’Challa looked to the midwife and she nodded before leading everyone else out of the room. Once they were alone her tears flowed freely and he wiped them away, letting a couple of his own fall right along with hers. 

“You scared me, Kitten,” his hand found its way to his daughter, like always. “I thought I lost you...both of you.” 

“We’re here, baby,” her hand cupped his face and brought his lips down to hers. She kissed him lightly and wiped away his tears now. She knew that although anybody would have been scared in that situation, T’Challa was especially worried about the same thing happening to Ashanti that happened to his mother, and now his worst fears were coming true. She kissed him again and he leaned against the table to get closer. “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” 

“You better not, I’ll go drag you back myself.”

Ashanti chuckled, but she knew he meant every word.

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T’Challa pulled up to the small home on the outskirts of town and parked his hoverbike around back before heading up to the door and knocking. When the door opened he was met with the sight of a short and stout woman with long gray hair braided down her back. Her face lit up when she saw him and her warm eyes crinkled as she smiled. Her smile was short-lived though as she quickly reverted to fussing at him.

“It’s been too long, T’Challa.”

“Yes ma’am, I know. My apologies.”

“Mhm, get in here.” she opened her arms and he came in for one of her famous hugs that made all your problems disappear.

“You should stop by and say hi to your old nanny more often,” Ada chastised him. “But I’m glad to see you. Come in, make yourself at home. Are you hungry? I just finished dinner, I’ll get you a plate.”

He wasn’t, but he knew better than to turn down food from Ada. 

“So what brings the king to my doorstep?”

“Ada, you changed my diapers, I’m not ‘the king’ to you.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong, you were always a king. Plus it’s just so funny to say ‘I used to wash the king’s ass’,” she set down a plate just as he took a seat, both laughing. “So, what’s bothering you?”

“Why does something have to-” 

“Boy please, get to talking.”

He had hoped he could work his way up to the conversation, but Ada could always read him like a book. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat.

“It’s Ashanti…”

“Hormones driving you crazy already? It’s just going to get worse from here, so strap in.”

“No, well yes, but I can handle her mood swings...mostly. It’s about her health...she was diagnosed with preeclampsia just the other day and I…,” he sighed again and ran his hand down his face.

“I understand,” she said, taking his hand in her much smaller ones. “T’Challa she’s not your mother.” 

“I know that on some level, but it’s the same ailment and I just can’t get those thoughts out of my head.”

“Of course.”

“And she still hasn’t kicked-”

“She? Awwww, you’re going to spoil her rotten.”

“That is what Ashanti and mama say. You all act as though I have no self-control.”

“You won’t once she stares up at you with those big brown eyes and goes ‘pleeease baba’. I’d bet money on it.”

“You three have no faith in me,” he chuckled as he shook his head.

“Oh I have all the faith in the world, dear. You’ll be a great baba, just as I’m sure you are a great husband.”

“I am trying. She’s supposed to be on bedrest relaxing until the baby comes, but you know her.”

“Mmmhm, stubborn as a rhino,” Ada said, head shaking from side to side. “I bet getting her to stay in bed takes an act of Bast.”

“It’s been two weeks and she’s already going stir-crazy. I just wish I could do something, I feel so helpless.”

“All you can do is keep that woman off her feet and away from stressors.”

“Ugh, she lives for stressors. I can’t get her to stop working. You know, she almost went down to Taj’s yesterday.”

Ada let out a belly laugh. She had known Ashanti almost her whole life, too. When her parents opened Zana Cafe, Ashanti would be across the street in her art supply store all the time browsing the aisles and coming up with all kinds of creative ideas. She knew the girl was head-strong, but her downright stubbornness tickled Ada. Ashanti was hard headed just like her umakhulu, and just like her husband.

“You’re not much better. Ramonda told me they basically had to drag you from the throne kicking and screaming when you caught that bug a few years ago. The image in my head is quite hilarious.”

“It wasn’t that dramatic, and I’ve since learned to take days off. If I hadn’t I never would have met Ashanti.”

“Yes, well thank Bast for-”

“Small miracles,” he smiled at her, completing her sentence. She would always say that to him when he was younger, and it stuck with him into adulthood.

“So you did listen to me,” she said with a smirk.

“Of course, more than my own baba at times,” he said sheepishly. “How have you been, Ada?”

“Getting old, but I can’t complain too much.”

“Ada you’re barely 70, you’ve got another 30 years in you.”

“Tell that to my bones,” he waved him off and he chuckled. “I can barely take a step without something aching or rattling.”

“You know, Shuri can help with that. Not the aging, but the pains.”

“I might have to take you up on that. How old is she now, nineteen?”

“Just turned twenty last month.”

“Bast, you kids are getting old. I can’t even call you kids anymore.”

T’Challa smiled warmly at his former nanny, reminiscing on his childhood before taking a bite of his meal.

“Mmm, Ada you’ve outdone yourself.”

“I know,” she winked at him and took a sip of her tea. “So, while you’re here can I get you to change a lightbulb for me?”

“Of course, you don’t have to bribe me with food,” he said and she shrugged, reaching for his plate as he moved it away from her hand. “I’ll take it though.”

T’Challa spent the afternoon with Ada, just catching up and doing odd jobs around her house before he got a call from his wife.

“You’ve been hiding out here all day, you better take that,” Ada warned as he took a deep breath and pressed his communication bead.

“Hello, my love.”

“Hi baby, what are you up to?”

“Visiting someone special,” he turned his beads towards Ada and she sent the queen a wave. Ashanti’s face lit up at seeing the older woman.

“Miss Ada, hi!”

“Well hello miss thing, what’s this I hear about you not listening to the midwife?”

Ashanti glared at T’Challa but he looked off to the side, pretending to care about the wallpaper.

“I’m listening...kind of.”

“Well, ‘kind of’ isn't good enough dear. Our princess there-”

“Challa! You told her?!”

“It slipped out!”

“Can you blame him for being excited?”

“No, I guess not. Oh! The reason I called,” she panned her beads down to her belly, “I think I felt a flutter.”

“Awwww.”

“She kicked?!”

“Not a full kick, just a little movement. Maybe she needs her baba to come sing to her after he picks up some sugared dates from that booth we really like.”

“Gladly,” he chuckled. He knew she had a sweet tooth and had planned to bring her some anyway. They said their goodbyes and T’Challa finished up dusting the fan blades before saying goodbye to Ada, too.

“Don’t let another year go by, T’Challa,” she fussed as he kissed her cheek.

“I wouldn’t dream of it! Come by the palace for dinner sometime, you know you’re always welcome. I’ll make your favorite,” he sang.

“Well if you’re cooking I’ll be there, just say when.”

“Tomorrow? N’Jadaka’s in town.”

“Oooh I’ll definitely be there. You know, if I were forty years younger I’d be your cousin-in-law.”

“Goodbye, Ada,” he chuckled as he took off on his hoverbike towards the bazaar.

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The King and Queen of Wakanda laid in their bed, silently watching trashy reality shows as they spoiled their dinner with sugared dates when T’Challa’s laugh made Ashanti sit up suddenly.

“What’s wrong?!” T’Challa panicked, his hand immediately going to her bump.

“Nothing, I thought I felt something.”

The two of them stayed still waiting to see if their baby girl was finally ready to make herself known. They must have sat there for five minutes before T’Challa gave up hope.

“Maybe next-”

“I felt it again!”

“Where?” 

She moved his hand over to her left side and they locked eyes.

“Say something again…”

“Uh, what do I say?”

“Did you feel that?”

“No, nothing,” his voice was soft as he visibly deflated.

“Hey,” she brought his face back to hers and kissed him softly, “she’ll kick soon, I can feel it...no pun intended.”

He chuckled and kissed her back.

“Maybe try talking to her some more, she seems to like your voice,” she stroked his curls as he laid his head right below her breasts, his large hand rubbing slow circles around her belly.

“Molo isipho sam, it’s your baba. Will you kick for me? Please?”

“Keep going, I feel that flutter again in the same spot.”

He brought his lips down to kiss over it before placing his hand there.

“Come on, baby girl…”

They spent the rest of the night like that, ordering their dinner to be brought to them so T’Challa could continue coaxing his daughter out of hiding. He spent the whole night periodically checking in with her to see if anything had changed, but she just wasn’t ready to kick yet. He was a little hurt, but was happy to know she responded to his voice. Even as Ashanti drifted off to sleep he continued to talk to his little girl about nothing and everything before wrapping his arms around his wife and following her to dreamland.

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T’Challa sat up from the dirt and looked around, confused by his surroundings. His heart beat out of his chest when he saw the far-off acacia tree filled with panthers.

“Relax, son, you’re not dead.”

His head jerked to the side and he locked eyes with N’Yami.

“Wh...how am I here?”

“Bast’s will. And I wanted to talk to you, unyana,” she reached out her hand to him and he took it, rising from the ground and dusting himself off. 

“Is something wrong? Is it Ashanti? The baby?!”

N’Yami chuckled, “No, it is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re going to worry yourself to death about this pregnancy.”

“I’m just concerned about-“

“History repeating itself...I know, that’s why I brought you here,” she said with a smile before grabbing his hand, “walk with me, son.”

The two of them strolled along the plane in relative silence until they came upon the same lake Taj brought Ashanti to when she was in her coma. N’Yami waved her hand across the water and as the ripples travelled across the surface they carried an image with them. T’Challa could see himself asleep with his wife, chest rising and falling in rhythm.

“See? Not dead. Now look at this.”

She waved her hand across it in the other direction and another image came to view of T’Challa and Ashanti walking with a little girl teetering between them, holding their hands while she looked up at her baba. Much like his dreams of Ashanti before they met, he couldn’t make out his daughter’s face, but the sight of the three of them together warmed his heart. He felt his entire body relax, releasing tension he didn’t even realize he was holding on to. A big, lopsided smile took over his whole face and N’Yami looked on with pride as they both watched him with his family.

“I can’t see her face, but she’s beautiful,” he said in awe of his daughter. “Can you tell me her name?”

N’Yami chuckled, “It is not Bast’s will for me to do so...but you should know, the two of you chose well.” She winked and he smirked at her cryptic answer before turning his attention back to his daughter. 

He could have sat there all night watching her, but he knew he’d have to get back to the plane of the living soon enough so he tried to commit every detail he could to his memory. 

“Thank you for this, mama,” he hugged her and kissed her temple. They stayed like that for a few moments until N’Yami pulled away and looked at her son with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“You should also know, she is a very special child...as is your wife.”

“How do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she said with a snap of her fingers. T’Challa opened his eyes to see he was back in his bed with Ashanti, very much alive and sated with knowing his girls would be fine.

Just as he was about to get his day started, Ashanti rolled over and threw her leg across him before nuzzling into his side. He placed his arm around her and his other hand rested on her bump. Ashanti’s light snores filled the air as he rubbed her belly in circles with a smile on his face, thinking back to his dream. It was a little fuzzy, but he remembered seeing his birth mother and deep down he was no longer worried about Ashanti and their princess. As Ashanti slept he let his mind wander to thoughts of their future. Would they have more children? When would they step down? When would he let her take over being the Black Panther?

“So many questions, little one,” he mused aloud as he sighed, but his eyes quickly lit up at feeling the smallest little tremor right under his hand. 

“So you do like my voice, eh?” he felt it again and Ashanti shifted next to him, undoubtedly feeling the movement as well.

“Wake up, Kitten,” he whispered in her ear and a smile spread across her face before her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Watch this.”

He lowered himself to her belly and his eyes flitted back up to Ashanti.

“How was your sleep?”

“It- Bast! Did you feel that? You had to have felt that one.”

He nodded with a goofy smile on his face, “Just a little bit.”

Tears came to Ashanti’s eyes as she sat up in bed. More came and T’Challa grew concerned, pulling her into his arms.

“What is it, uthando? Talk to me,” he tilted her chin towards his face and wiped her tears before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I was worried something was wrong since she hadn’t moved yet,” the queen sniffled.

“She’s ok, just a late bloomer,” the smile returned to his face as he felt movement beneath his palm.

“She really loves her baba.”

“Can you blame her?”

“Uh-uh,” she leaned in to kiss him, slipping her tongue past his lips.

“Kitten…” he warned, “The midwife said-”

“Ugh I know what she said, but I’m horny as fuck. That’s gotta be another stressor or something, right?”

He laughed at her insistence. “Only if you choose to stress about it, my love. Don’t make me call Binta...or Bisa.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Wouldn’t I? You won’t listen to me, so-,” he pretended to reach for his beads.

“Ok fine!” Ashanti pouted and T’Challa chuckled at her bratty behavior.  

“You act like I don’t miss it, too. Trust me, the second you’re all healed up, you’re in for it.”

With that he got out of bed and padded his way to the shower, turning it on to their desired temperature and catching a glimpse of her out the corner of his eye as she walked into the bathroom, yawning. When she turned towards the shower his jaw could have dropped.

“You get more beautiful every day,” he pulled her in and his fingers trailed down the dark line down the middle of her stomach as she rolled her eyes. “What? I’m serious, look at you.”

He pulled her in front of the full-length mirror in the shower and stood behind her with his head on top of hers and his arms in their usual place on the underside of her belly. He studied her round face as she squirmed in his arms.

“Challaaaa,” she whined and poked out her lip, “I don’t feel like it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know how to explain it...I just don’t feel like it’s my body anymore. I don’t feel like myself, I don’t feel beautiful or sexy or any of that stuff you tell me. I just feel...sick that this body that’s supposed to keep my baby safe and do all these wonderful things could harm her instead,” she didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt T’Challa’s thumbs on her cheeks. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed as he stroked her back. “This was supposed to be a beautiful experience and it just sucks. Plus I’m constantly horny but I can’t even have sex with my hot ass husband. I fucking hate preeclampsia.”

“Me too, Kitten,” he sighed and she pulled back to look at him. She hadn’t really considered how he felt in all this, understandably wrapped up in her own web of emotions. “She will be fine though, I just know it. You both will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He grabbed the loofah and squirted some of her black soap bodywash into the middle before lathering her up.

“Last night, I had a dream but it’s sort of fuzzy. N’Yami was there and...I think she gave me a glimpse into our future. I don’t remember what I saw, but I woke up happy.”

A slight smile appeared on her face.

“And as for the sex, well the midwife said if we can get your blood pressure down it’s a maybe...so let’s focus on keeping you relaxed, ok?”

Ashanti nodded before he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on his. “Because I miss my pussy,” he kissed her passionately before he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “You walking around here looking like this while I can’t touch you is gonna come back to haunt you later, trust me. I know you don’t see it right now, but you look like Bast herself.”

T’Challa knelt down to wash her legs and feet and she moaned at the feeling of being pampered by him. He chuckled and rose to his full height before she began washing his body in return. He stopped her when she began to kneel, but she got down anyway.

He had missed how she looked from that angle and she tried her best to ignore his thickening member right in front of her face. He had just taken care of her, what harm could it do to return the favor?

She looked up at him with a playful look in her eye and just as he registered what she was going to do, his dick was already halfway down her throat.

Her head bobbed up and down his length as he leaned back against the shower wall, sloppy sucking noises filling the air. His hand palmed the back of her head, but didn’t push. It just stayed there, riding out the waves of pleasure shooting through him.

Her tongue explored the head of his dick as her left hand fondled his balls while her right hand stroked his shaft. He let out a loud moan when she took him all the way in and swallowed around him, deepening the suction as she did her damndest to suck the cum right out of him.

“K-kitten, mmm. Let me cum on that pretty face of yours,” he growled out. She removed her lips from him with a pop, but a trail of spit still connected her to him.

“Ewe Kumkani,” she said as she stroked his dick with both hands. “I hear you at night, in here stroking your dick because you can’t fuck me. Let me do it for you, baby.”

“Mmmhm,” was all he could say as her grip tightened around his length and her other hand cupped his balls, making his cum shoot out and paint her face.

“Stay just like that,” he grabbed his beads from outside the shower and pointed them towards her. She smiled as he snapped a picture of her covered in his essence. He helped her up from the floor and kissed her before they finished their shower and went their separate ways for the day: T’Challa to the throne room and Ashanti to the couch to catch another trashy tv marathon.

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“Are you sure you feel up to this? We can cancel if we need to,” T’Challa fretted as he put on her shoes for her since she couldn’t reach her feet anymore. She was eight months pregnant with their active little girl and was finally getting to have some fun for the first time since she was placed on bedrest. 

“Challa, we’re not cancelling my party. We’ll be fine, remember?” She alluded to his dream from several weeks ago as she took his head in her hand and brought it to her face for a kiss.

“I know, I just want you to be comfortable.”

“What’s more comfortable than being showered with gifts and praise?”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips.  He reached for his beads and she stopped him.

“If you call for that transport chair, I swear to Bast-”

“It’s too far for you to walk, my love.”

“It’s just downstairs, I’ll be fine if we walk slowly.”

T’Challa agreed before holding out his arm for her and the two of them leisurely walked downstairs to join their friends and family that awaited them for a small party in Ashanti and baby’s honor.

When they walked in they were met with the smiling faces of their loved ones all around the beautifully decorated living area. Ashanti’s eyes watered at the sight and everyone smiled empathetically at her tears. Bisa approached her daughter and led her to the throne she never gets to sit in anymore, what with being bedridden and all. They had it brought upstairs for the night just so she could sit on it like the proper queen she is.

“Look familiar?” Chidi joked as she sat down gingerly.

“Barely, I forgot what it looked like!” 

Everyone laughed and she looked around, confused.

“Where’s yours?” she asked her husband.

“Today is not about me, it’s about the queen.”

“Nah we got some stuff for you too, you just don’t get a throne,” N’Jadaka shouted from the kitchen, looking over the snack table before his auntie pulled him away.

T’Challa chuckled and made himself comfortable in a normal chair next to her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of how she looked sitting on that throne. Ashanti looked more regal than ever and he fell in love all over again. She caught him staring and he sent her a wink, so she sent him one right back.

Zina giggled at their interaction and Ashanti turned to ask her about the shop when T’Challa stopped her, “No work today, uthando.”

“How did you-”

“I know you,” he turned to their loved ones, “So, what now?”

“Now I get gifts,” Ashanti said with a devilish smirk on her face, making the room erupt in laughter.

“That you do dear, and I think your parents wanted to go first,” Ramonda stated, moving out the way so they could get to their daughter.

They were both already fighting tears as they hugged their baby girl tight. When they pulled back, Chidi handed her a gift wrapped box that she quickly tore into. When she removed the lid, she paused.

“Was this-”

“Yours, mhm. It’s your baby blanket,”  Bisa sniffled as Ashanti pulled the woven blanket from the box, tracing her fingers over the symbols and fighting tears of her own. She handed it to T’Challa and he looked over it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Ada was next, pulling a stuffed panther from behind her back. 

“I made it myself,” she bragged as both of the soon-to-be-parents’ faces lit up. 

“Miss Ada, it’s beautiful!”

“Nothing but the best for our future prince or princess,” she said with a wink. So far she was the only person who knew the gender besides the two of them and they wanted to keep it that way for now.

One by one, their loved ones presented them with gifts for the baby and parents. N’Jadaka got the baby a tiny pair of limited edition Jordans, Zina and Jafari made the baby a little Taj’s apron and an IOU to paint a family portrait once the baby arrives, and Shuri made a bassinet that could track the baby’s vital signs and growth. M’Baku and Shani gifted them with furs to keep the baby warm when they visited their aunt and uncle in the mountains. Nakia got the future monarch hand-sewn vibranium cloth diapers, sure to keep in whatever messes they made. Naturally, Okoye gave them a small practice spear, and Steve and Bucky sent a box of Cuban cigars for T’Challa to crack open after the birth. However, Kwame and Binta’s gift was apparently not to be opened in public since it was “for when that pussy heals.” 

Ramonda purposefully went last, handing them a storybook of Wakandan folktales.

“Open it,” she said to T’Challa with a gleam in her eye.

He cracked it open and the kimoyo bead lodged in the spine of the book activated. A voice rang out that hadn’t been heard in years.

“One day, Ari the panther was out walking by the river when she looked up and saw a monkey swinging from the tree above…”

“H-how?” T’Challa choked out as Ashanti reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“He had the idea a long time ago and figured he should go ahead and do it ‘just in case’.”

Everyone, aside from N’Jadaka, who would truly never forgive his uncle in life or death, was misty-eyed. 

“Now they can know their umakhulu, even if it is just his voice.” 

“Thank you, mama. Thank you all, this has been…” his voice trailed off as his eyes found their way back to the storybook.

“You don’t have to thank us, we do it because we love you. All three of you.”

The little party continued through the night, with Ashanti on her throne looking to her loved ones with a smile on her face. Her right hand almost never left her bump as she thought about all the love their little girl would be surrounded by her whole life. She was lost in her thoughts for a moment before yawning and bringing herself back to the present. 

Bisa caught the tail end of it and shook her head, “Someone’s tired.”

“This is the most excitement I’ve had in months,” Ashanti chuckled “I guess I just can’t hang anymore.”

“You’ll get back to it once baby…” Chidi trailed off, hoping a name would slip out one of the parents’ mouths. “Oh, come on!”

“We haven’t even picked a name yet, baba. Actually,” she looked to T’Challa for confirmation and he gave a slight nod, “we were wondering if you all could each give us one suggestion.”

“No playing favorites, though!” Kwame pointed out, making everyone else nod along in agreement.

“Yes, you should not pick my suggestion just because it is mine, but because it is obviously the best,” M’Baku grinned from his corner of the room and Shani rolled her eyes at her husband’s antics.

“Everyone, text me your suggestions and I’ll send them over. I already gave them a name the other day,” Shuri offered the group and her beads already started buzzing before she could finish her sentence. About a minute later, all the names were in and Shuri sent them off to Ashanti’s and T’Challa’s beads. “There you go. Have fun picking my name anyway.”

As the group argued amongst themselves about whose name would win, Ashanti leaned into her husband and whispered in his ear, “I love this, but I can’t keep my eyes open and Baby Girl is cranky and won’t stop kicking. Can we go?”

T’Challa leaned down and kissed her belly, “Princess, be nice to your mama.”

The kicking stopped and Ashanti glared at T’Challa.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to do?”

“Apparently,” he shrugged and kissed her temple before standing up. “Let’s go, love.”

He reached out his hand and she grabbed onto it, rising from her throne.

“Thank you everybody. I love you all, but I can’t stay awake any longer or I might just pass out.”

“Go get some rest, dear,” Ramonda kissed her cheek before turning and kissing her son’s. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

The couple said their goodbyes and went back to their quarters. They quickly got undressed and slid into bed, immediately getting into their usual position as of late with Ashanti curled into his side with her leg thrown over him and his hand resting softly on her bump. However, the princess wasn’t ready to go to sleep after today’s excitement.

“Challa, tell your daughter to go to sleep, mama’s tired,” she whined as her child turned cartwheels in her womb.

He scooted down to her belly and placed a kiss on it, rubbing the sides and softly singing a lullaby his baba used to sing to him. He remembered that it always knocked him out, and apparently it worked for his wife and child, too. They were both out within minutes and he smiled at a job well done.

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Around 1am, Ashanti got up to go to the bathroom, as usual, but when she got back in bed she just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. T’Challa’s light snores filled the room as Ashanti sat up in bed, rubbing her belly and thinking about what their future would be like when she felt a wetness between her legs.

“The fuck?” She stood up and saw a wet spot on the bed that reminded her of the fun times she and T’Challa had in the past. However, while she was still the culprit, this time it was a little different.

She waddled her way to the bathroom and wiped herself up, but it kept slowly leaking out of her.

“This is it, she’s coming,” she said aloud to no one in particular with a smile on her face before waddling back to the bed and shaking the sleepy king awake.

“Mmm, ice cream or peanuts tonight?”

“Neither.”

His eyes opened slowly and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Ok, do you want me to cook something?”

Ashanti giggled, “No...I think the baby’s coming-”

“What?! She’s early-”

“- but don’t panic, Binta said we have plenty of time from when my water breaks to when I actually start active labor.” She grabbed his hand, “Yes she’s early, but so were we. Calm down baby.”

T’Challa nodded, trying to remember anything Binta or Ramla had said over the last few months, but drawing blanks every time. “Ok, so what now?”

“First, I’m going to take a shower-”

“But-”

She held up her finger, silencing his protest.

“I’m going to shower before the serious contractions kick in, then we can talk about names. Binta said it’s all about staying comfortable until it’s go-time.”

He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win the argument. “I’m coming with you.”

The two of them showered together and T’Challa kept a watchful eye on her as her face twisted in discomfort at the cramps coming from her womb.

“Are you sure this is ok?” 

Ashanti pulled him down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’m sure.”

They finished up their shower and he covered her in cocoa butter before doing the same thing to himself. T’Challa then stripped the sheets from the bed and the two of them laid down, pulling up the list of names on their beads. They argued over a few of them and one was already on their list, but one of the names stood out to both of them and they finally came to an agreement just as Ashanti’s contractions intensified.

“Ok we should start timing them,” she said through gritted teeth.

T’Challa nodded and set the stopwatch on his beads before texting Binta and updating her on Ashanti’s progress. Ashanti climbed out of bed and started walking around, one hand supporting her lower back and the other on the underside of her belly. T’Challa felt helpless as he watched her face contort in pain again, and looked down at his beads.

“Twenty minutes.”

Ashanti labored in their room for another hour or so before the contractions reached ten minutes apart and they transported her to the royal birthing chamber.

The birth was a blur. All Ashanti remembered was the feel of the warm water and her husband’s solid body behind her. She knew there had to have been pain, but seeing her daughter’s face when they laid her on her chest made it all disappear. Her parents wept when they first saw her and her first cries were music to their ears.

“Does she have a name?” Ramla asked as Binta wiped the new mother’s forehead with tears streaming down her face, too.

T’Challa spoke without tearing his eyes away from his daughter, “Siyanda. Her name is Siyanda.”

After Ashanti delivered the placenta, Ramla and Binta helped the new family out of the tub and into the bed. Ashanti’s eyes could barely stay open, so she fell asleep and T’Challa took his daughter into his arms.

“Hello, my princess,” she opened her eyes and stared up at her baba for the first time, causing his breath to catch in his throat. She had his mother’s eyes.

A little yawn escaped her tiny mouth and he was amazed as though he had never seen a yawn before. Every little thing she did blew his mind and as she yawned again he realized she was waiting on him.

He chuckled before shaking his head, “Oh I know what you want.”

He quietly cleared his throat and began singing to her softly, watching as she drifted off to sleep just like her mother.

“Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious?

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love?

Isn't she pretty?

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what Bast has done

Through us She's given life to one

But isn't she lovely made from love?

Isn't she lovely?

Life and love are the same

Life is Siyanda

The meaning of her name

Ashanti, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That's so very lovely made from love”

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