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morning runs | ln

the one where your boyfriend finds you fast asleep in your hotel bed when he returns from his morning run.

lando norrix x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: smut MINORS DNI!!!!, porn without plot, somnophilia, p in v, unprotected sex (as always, take care please), slight praise

note: those pictures of him running around melbourne with his shirt off have sent me into a spiral and they're the only thing i could think about for the past two days. i could not help myself.

no matter how many times you travelled long distances, you still weren't used to it; jet lag always kicked your ass every time you went to a race on the other side of the world with lando, messing up your sleeping schedule to the point it ended up knocking you out for the vast majority of the day.

you were trying your best to adapt to the time change, but it always took you a few days to get it right. this year, lando had decided that morning runs were the way to beat jet lag.

he had asked you to join a few times, promising it would be helpful, but the drowsiness made it impossible for you to climb out of bed that early and be productive. that's why he had left all by himself early in the morning, tucking you in and planting a soft kiss on your forehead before walking out the hotel room.

he came back only a few hours later, cheeks flushed and a thin layer of sweat covering his chest, tank top in hand. when he walked into your shared room, he found you were still in bed, in the same position he had left you earlier, sheets sprawled out barely covering your body now.

he softly smiled at the sight before him, the dim light that entered the room from the blinds tempting him to get back in bed with you. he would. righter after taking a shower, he promised himself.

however, he walked to where you were, smiling at your sleepy expression.

"i love you," he mumbled, leaning down to peck your slightly parted lips. he raised his eyebrows when he heard a small whimper leave your throat and you shifted around a little, his eyes scanning your half-naked body.

you were only weating one of his shirts. not that it was something you never did before, but something about tour drowsy state was drawing him in. he sat right beside you on the mattress, trying not to woke you up and his fingers slowly reached for your legs, stroking your bare sking tenderly with the tip of his fingers.

you sighed softly at his warm touch, stretching your body and your shirt sliding up, letting him have a look at your underwear. he moved his hand up, up, up, until his fingertips brushed against the hem of your panties. as if it was muscle memory, your legs slowly spread open for him.

and fuck, was it tempting.

it wouldn't be the first time you woke up to his fingers buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, but he knew this time you were too tired. and he would have stood up and taken a shower if you hadn't whimpered his name in your sleep the second he withdrew his hand from your core. the sweet sound that fell from your lips made him smile, fingers slowly going back to pull your underwear to the side so he could get a proper look at you.

his smirk grew wider at the sight of how wet you were, and when you stirred the second he softly pressed his thumb against your clit, he knew he couldn't just leave you yet. lazily, he got rid of his own clothes, discarding them on the floor and hovered over your body, pulling your shirt up to your hips gently, still not wanting to disturb your sleep.

"look so pretty like this, baby," he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek as he slid his already hard cock between your folds, slowly pushing inside of you only a few seconds later. a low groan escaped his throat as you easily took all of him; the fact that you were so ready for him, even in your unaware state, making him smile once more.

he stilled his body as he bottomed out for a few seconds, his eyes taking in your sweet expression. he brushed a strand of your hair back as he started rolling his hips slowly, his breath getting heavier as you hummed in your sleep.

the groan he let out right next to your ear as you unconciously clenched around him woke you up, making your body squirm in confussion under him.

"s'me, baby..." he slurred, still fucking you slowly and gently. "it's just me, don't worry."

you softly whimpered when you heard your boyfriend's voice and felt his weight on you, chest pressed against yours.

"lando..." the moan that left your lips was low, and you lazily wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close. your eyes fluttered open only to find out he was looking right back at you. through half-lidded eyes, you could see the slight flush of his cheeks, a chuckle leaving your lips before you closed them again.

"you're doing so good," he whispered, keeping his thrusts gentle, not wanting to take you out of your sleepy state. "my pretty, pretty baby," he added, bumping his nose on yours to kiss your lips before hiding his face in the crook of your neck and spreading little kisses all over your skin.

the build up was slow, whispered praises and sighs being the only sound filling the room that turned into low whimpers as soon as you felt your toes curling, your pussy tightening around your boyfriend's cock, stealing a string of curses from his lips when you felt him filling you up.

after a few seconds, he slowly rolled the two of you on the mattress, your body now on top of his with him still buried inside of you.

"go back to sleep, baby," he murmured, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips and pulling the bedsheets over your bodies again, his arms holding you close to his chest, keeping you warm and comfortable.

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writingforatwistedworld · 11 months

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How would riddle, malleus and epel react to the overseer personally knowing their family their family was not aware they were the overseer (for malleus and epel the overseer met their grannys and for riddle they know his mom)

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, kidnapping, religion, cult, unhealthy relationship, threats, blood, imprisonment

Riddle Rosehearts/Epel Felmier/Malleus Draconia-Player knows one of their family members

Riddles mother

It was once more time for a holiday

NRC was prepared to host a few attractions and to have family members visit for a day or two

Riddle was warned by a letter from his mother that she was coming

So the day was here. The celebration was in full swing. And look at that, it's the mother of a certain redhead. Noo-I mean, yay...

Riddle was prepared for another scolding for something he “did wrong” but after greeting her son (in a way too stiff manner) she turned to you and... greeted you as well?

You see, little, helpful you had promised the former red tyrant to help his dorm with their celebration so you were also present when the madam came over

“Mother, why do you know the Overseer?” “What are you talking about, Riddle?”

Apparently, Trey had once invited you to meet his family after you showed interest in his siblings and the bakery. In the Queendom you had gone on a walk in the forest, slipped and twisted your ankle so badly that you couldn't walk anymore. Luckily Riddles mother came by (for some reason) and helped you, being a doctor and all

Now, lady is of course no idiot so after her son had asked her that question she was just a new addition to the garden as a statue

Riddle was terrified that you saw the polite yet also arrogant way his mother spoke to you in the past as something rude

Now, you were of course not the biggest fan of her but at least she healed you back then

Once you are gone, running off to Pomefiore to help over there, Riddle had a talk with his mother

Usually he would show her respect but today it was like the roles were reversed

Kind words and any kind of love he had left for her were thrown out of the window when he asked her “how she could have not recognized their uncrowned ruler?”

Riddle was this close to snapping and using his special magic on her

For the first time Riddles mother was afraid of her son

Never before had she seen him so angry

But oh well, better stay in line and be nice to you instead of finding out how far she could push his boundaries

It was almost like he wouldn't just chop her head off in a metaphorical sense with his special magic but rather literally in a much, much more bloody way

Epels Grandmother

Ah yes, Epels sweet sweet granny could of course not miss her beloved grandson

She even prepared some cake and other delicious treats for him. How sweet!

So when perfection themselves, the Overseer, suddenly marched over after they spotted a familiar mop of light lilac hair he nearly had a heart attack

But instead of his Granny being surprised she just said a nice hello, that it was good to see you again and how things had been since you had seen each other

Why did his granny know the Overseer? Why did his granny know God?

Now Epel couldn't of course ask that later part, considering that his villages view on you was in comparison rather... yeah let's call it “extreme”

Turns out he had forgotten something when he visited Harveston the last time and you brought it to him, only for you to meet his Grandmother before you ran into him. Giving her what he forgot the two of you had a nice little talk before you left

And this is the point when Epel felt like he was ready to bash his head against the wall

Vil must have noticed a short in Epels mood because the model just threw him a very poisonous look

So here Eprl was, standing like a lost little child between his Granny and f-ing God whilst the two of you had a nice little chat about the weather

When you finally said goodbye to the two, running off to Diasomnia because you were invited for tea, Epel was juts like “Granny, we need to talk.”

Say goodbye to your apple-free days because after that talk, there will be boxes of so-called “offerings” in front of your door. Every. Single. Day.

“Granny, don't be too shocked but you met God.” “Hoho, what are you talking about?” “...” “Oh...”

For the rest of the day her legs were so shaky that Epel was afraid for her health

I mean, come on, the very person who has drilled tales about a deity into your head finally meeting said deity is something that is guaranteed to have a way too high blood pressure

The next time you run into her she isn't entirely sweet anymore

Of course she is still nice but there is something creepy about her. The way her eyes drill into you, how her questions are always a tad bit too personal

And did she just utter a prayer with your name in it? Nah, must be your imagination

Malleus Grandmoter

How she didn't recognize you the first time you two met is a wonder considering that she has that sixth sense every Fae has that tingles even when you are being simply mentioned

But today is a great day, Malleus grandmother came over to visit her grandson, a rare day of rest for her

Maleus was just about to tell her that he had invited a guest when you showed up

So when he stood up to introduce you to her she was just like “Oh, the child of man I met that one day.”

Cue Malleus standing there like a plank

Poor man is so surprised that he can't even ask how the heck you two met each other

When he finally asked when you two met he found out that he had forgotten to send a letter of his so you had jumped through one of the mirrors and delivered it to the castle yourself

After almost getting impaled for jumping right into a heavily guarded castle you had explained yourself and boom, you had a fife minute talk with grandma Draconia

Ok, great, wonderful, but did she know that you were the Overseer?

When he told her who you were she had to set down her teacup, shock sinking into her bones

Following his words you asked what he meant with Overseer

This was the day Diasomnia saw their dorm leader drop a teacup

Like with Epel you are now more or less in trouble

I mean, yeah, it's nice to get literal national treasures sent to your doorstep but at the same time, what the heck??!

Back in the Valley of Thorns the Fae are panicking left and right

What do you mean, the Overseer has already visited us once? And we pointed all kind of sharp tools at them??!

It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you just woke up one day in a room that you had never seen before, living like a bird in a golden cage

You know, the next ruler has taken a liking to you and your loyal followers need to protect you

So sit still and don't try to run

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schemmentisbranzino · 2 months

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Italian Flavors - Part 2 “The Date?”

Note: As per usual, I did not proofread this so i apologize for any mistakes! Hope you enjoy’

Part 1

Friday night was hell for you, you tossed and turned all night, barely being able to catch any sleep. All you could think about was the italian redhead, what your date would be like, was it even a date? It had to be, she was definitely flirting. Your thoughts wandered for a while, thinking about how she said she wanted to fill you up. What was she going to do to you? What was she going to let you do to her? Was that all happening tomorrow? Shivers run through your body and you feel your clit tingling. God damnit, just the thought of her it’s enough to drive you insane. You thought about her hands, her fingers looked so perfect, you had seen her before around the market pickinp up fruit and wondered how they would feel grabbing your tits, and soon you might now have to wonder anymore. Maybe you will get to experience what they feel like inside you, you feel yourself clenching around nothing. “God damn it y/n you are down so bad” Frustrated you decide to get up and make some tea. After a cup of chamomile and a hot shower, you put your favorite asmr sounds and do some breathing exercises that finally make you fall asleep.

Saturday morning you wake up and the first thing that pops into your head is her. You smile to yourself thinking about how she probably looks now on her bed, you wonder if she is a morning person or she likes to sleep in. Being a teacher she probably is used to getting up early but maybe she enjoys staying in bed on the weekends. You haven’t even have a date with this woman and you are already thinking about her routines and her morning hair and breath. You can tell she is going to be the end of you, but she is so beautiful, you wouldn’t mind.

You decide you can’t show up empty handed but you don’t want to show up with something store bought. So you embark in the journey of trying to make the most perfect cannolis. After browsing the internet for a long time, you finally find a recipe that seems to be approved by all the italians in the comments. Lucky for you, you had all the ingredients at home. You loved cooking but cooking for Melissa felt different. You stood in front of your kitchen with a stupid gring on your face thinking about how you imagined she’d look if she liked your dessert. The grin quickly turning into a big gulp, your throat might have gone dry from thinking about the sounds she’d make, how her eyes would roll to the back of her head. “Damn y/n im sure they won’t be that good” you say to yourself.

After a while, you get your recipe right. Giving yourself a pat on the shoulder. Hopefully Melissa likes them as much as you like her, mmm as much as you like italian desserts, thats what you meant.

7pm is quickly approaching and you decide to text Melissa to ask for her address, since she never texted it to you. Did she forget? SHIT! Did she forget?

you: Hi Melissa, are we still on for tonight? You never sent me your address. Was i supposed to ask around?

hot italian milf: Hi gorgeous, no one around would know where I live. Guess I was hoping you’d text me.

you: You could have texted me too, you know

hot italian milf: But where is the fun in that?

hot italian milf: shared her location

you: oh the queen reveals the way to her castle

hot italian milf: don’t be late, princess

You throw your phone on the couch and proceed to run all over your apartment. Grinning like an idiot you jump around your living room. Oh she wants you, she does.

You take a shower and stand in front of your closet for way too long. You have no idea what to wear. You think of weating a dress for easy access “Wow whore” you say to yourself. But truth is you don’t even own one of those that isnt the ones that you are forced to wear at events. You are more of a leather pants and a jacket kinda gal, so you go with that. She should see you in your essence. You make sure to wear a tank top that reveals enough of your cleavage, she should enjoy the view.

You grab the cannolis and get on your way, not before passing by your local flowershop and getting her the most beautiful bouquet. What can you say? You are a romantic that knows how to treat a lady.

You hurry and drive to her house. Your palms are sweaty and your heart feels like it is about to jump out of your chest. A few weeks ago you were admiring this woman from afar and now you are about to have dinner with her. “SOMEONE PINCH ME” you scream as you pull into her driveway.

You give yourself a short mental peptalk and go up to her door. You knock and seconds later, there she is, the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. You are speechless as you look at her up and down. She is wearing a lime green satin dress and it looks like it was made for her. It hugs all her curves so perfectly. Your mouth slightly waters at the sight.

- Hi gorgeous, cat got your tongue? - she says with the biggest grin, oh she knows what you are thinking.

- More like a beautiful woman did. Wow, you look stunning. - you said with all sincerity and the sweet tone makes the redhead blush.

- You look good too, hot stuff. Who are those for?

- Oh, these - you say as you come back to reality and realize you are holding a huge bouquet of flowers. - They are for you, obviously.

- A pretty girl and pretty flowers, my lucky day - she grabs them and gestures for you to step into her house but you are still frozen from the compliment.

- Come inside, I have stuff on the stove. We are eating food no?

- Uhm yes, food.

You follow her into the kitchen and watch her as she tries to grab a vase from her top cabinet. All you can do is stare at her ass and think about how perfect it is. Your brain can’t comprehend how someone can be shaped like that, she looks like she was carved by the italian gods themselves.

- See something you like, hon? - Melissa says as she turns around.

- A lot i like actually, your kitchen is beautiful!!! I would love to have a kitchen like this someday. It must be so nice to cook here.

- Well, now you can come and I might let you cook in here.

- A second date already Ms. Schemmenti? - you say jokingly, your eyes hoping that her answer is yes but she just silently stares at you.

- Oh my god, this is not a date? - you say, your eyes widening in panic

- Relax baby, yes it is. You should have seen your face. How could it not be after that borderline pornographic video you sent me. - You blush at her statement.

- Oh wow, good.

- Aww you are blushing, thats so cute. - she mocks you as she starts getting closer to you.

Yoy can feel her eyes on your cheeks, then your eyes, god those emerald eyes, the perfect wrinkles that surround them. Her eyes tell you so much about her. Sure, Melissa seems to have a tough exterior but her eyes light up in a way that let you see all the light that is inside her. They also show you all the fire that she possesses. You feel her gaze on you, she is studying every feature on your face. Slowly getting closer, she raises one of her hands. Caressing your cheek she tells you what a pretty girl you are. She traces your nose with her finger and your breath catches. She looks at your lips for far too long and you softly twitch in anticipation.

- OH, the sauce, it is ready - Melissa says as she walks away from you, leaving you wanting her.

- Come on you didn’t think i was going to give you what you want so easily - she says and winks at you.

- and what is it that i want Schemmenti?

- I know what it is, but maybe you should be the one telling me.

- Well since you are withholding kisses, Im withholding that information.

- Oh touché

For a while you just sit there and watch her assemble her lasagna. You feel so lucky to get to see her like this. Dancing around her kitchen doing what she loves the most, and you get to enjoy her art. Your eyes are probably heart shaped at this point.

She pops the lasagna in the oven and opens a bottle of wine.

- “Here puppy eyes” she says as she hands you a glass of wine. - What is that you are holding hostage in that bag?

- Oh my god, I had completely forgotten

- Wonder why - Melissa says with a smirk

- Well someone’s pretty self has been distracting me - you say eyerolling

- So you think I am pretty? - Melissa questions you, her tongue dragging along her bottom lip, cleaning her wine stained lips.

- No, I am just here for the free dinner - You joke

- Funny huh - she leaves out a laugh that make your stomach flutter

- Could say is one of my best qualities, but anyway, in the bag there is actually something for you. - you shuffle in your seat (the stool near the kitchen island from where you have been watching Melissa this whole time)

- So what is it?

- Ok, but i am actually nervous about this. I know i am not italian but i do love cooking italian food and i did a lot of research and this recipe seems to be very authentic italian, so please give it a chance - You say as you hand her the box of cannolis.

- Oh god, hon! These look amazing. You sure you aren’t italian. It they are as sweet as ya, I am sure I’ll love them.

You search for any hint that she might be lying in her eyes but all you see is sincerity. You give her the brightest smile.

- I had something else in mind for dessert, though. But we can have these.

- Uhm, who said anything about having to eat them today?

Melissa laughs out loud, and there they are, the butterflies are there again. You can’t believe you are making this stunning woman laugh.

You both talk about your backgrounds, what ignited your love for cooking, your careers and even a little bit about your past relationships. Being with Melissa feels so comfortable. It doesn’t feel like this is a first date. You can also tell Melissa doesn’t share this much with anyone. You feel lucky and intoxicated by her. You want to hear her talk forever. God, even just being in her presence is the best thing you have ever experienced.

After a while the lasagna is ready and she sets out the table for you. The scene is so beautiful. Candlight dinner, the flowers that you brought her sitting on the table, the wine, the soft music playing in the background, the lasagna, and her oh beautiful her.

She serves you a plate and hands it to you, gesturing you to not start yet.

She comes to your side and takes a seat, all you can do is look at her, her red locks, her long lashes, her beautifully shaped lips, oh that cleavage. Slowly she grabs your cutlery and cuts a piece for you. You look at her with a slightly puzzling luck.

She picks up a piece of her lasagna and brings her to your mouth. Both of you holding eye contact with each other as she softly says:

- I want to be up close when you make those sweet noises, like in the video… yes, baby?

Her raspy voice makes you gulp, and you softly nod, never breaking eye contact, she feeds you and you can’t help but leave out a breathy moan. One because the lasagna is actually the most delicious one you have ever had and two because you had to let out your pent up sexual tension from the moment.

- You are such a good girl. - She says smiling at you and she watches you shift in your chair, pressing your legs together.

- Ahhh love learning new things about you honey, we’ll explore that later - she says as she softly kisses your cheek and goes back to her seat. You whimper at the loss of her contact.

- Eat up, sweetheart, I am so ready for dessert.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #wlw fanfic #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #read on ao3 #schemmentisbranzino #melissa schemmenti/reader #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x y/n

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itsartlee · 2 months

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So... I may have redesigned The Lamb.. AGAIN- BUT HEY Now they are with Narinder's design!

I know the art isn't GREAT but I tried I swear I tried! Also wanted to make Lamb a little chubby, but the Chub eventually turns to muscle but not tonned muscles.

Info on Lamb and Narinder Below

Lambert Info

The Lamb, or as I have heard people call them Lambert, started out as a farmer's child. They were a big Mama's kid, a little too hyper at times, but hey, that's what chores on the farm are for. Lambert loved learning to cook with their Mama. They mostly worked in the weat fields, but then the genocide of the Lamb's happened when they were about 18. Lambert saw their entire village get destroyed, and their mom and Pa, along with siblings, die. Lambert was able to get away for a while. Other Lamb's at the time were still getting hunted. They had nightmares a lot during this time. They were finally caught at the age of 25 and sent to death, literally. The Lamb than was told to start a Cult in The One Who Wait's name. The Lamb, in my version, only excepted because they wanted to survive. Survival for their creatures, that and a bit of revenge weighed on their mind to slaughter the creatures that slaughtered their people. The Lamb tried to make the cult more like a safe haven than anything. Yes their were times when sacrifices had to be made, but it was mostly peaceful. At first their were a lot of decenters, but The Lamb only retaught them. The Lamb was soft, lenient. It helped the cult's numbers grow. After a couple of centuries, the Lamb got used to their role. No longer nervous when giving sermons, better at helping followers, better housing, dying a lot less, sometimes only dying in stupid ways to see their God, killing hertics, and witness getting easier. However, the Bishops? Now, that was hard. Each one is more difficult than the last. But eventually, they did it. Their Cult bigger. The Lamb changed. At first a sweet and kind soul, now a blood stained killer of gods. They expected that would be it. Narinder would be fear... but Narinder needed a sacrifice. It was than they knew they should have listened to Shamura... a scarfical Lamb was all they were. So they became a traitor and fought Nardiner almost dying, but in the end.. The Lamb one... they still held that softness and love for their former god. They spared Naridner, and Narinder was furious. It was not easy to get Narinder to settle down to not destroy The Cult to nothing. But after a long time they were able to at least calm him down, and stop him from trying to kill The Lamb. It was around this time that Lambert learned of a Mystic seller, how they were now a infant god, and how the Bishops of old were stuck in purgatory. The Lamb felt... bad for the old faith. Yes they slaughtered their kind but after learning their story with Narinder? They felt bad for both sides. So now they are trying to right their wrongs.

Narinder Info:

He was the second of the Bishop Siblings. Grew up being close to Shamura, and did get along with Heket sneaking her food, but as he got older he god bolder. Wanting change, but death never changes, one day after years of pent up rage and jealously, He snapped and attacked his siblings, taking Leshy's eye, taking Heket's throat, taking Kallamar's ears, and his older sibling Shamura's head. As one would say "See no evil, Speak no evil, hear no evil, and think no evil.." Narinder was than locked up in his domain. Until a Lamb came. The Lamb did their job if not annoyingly being nice to their followers. But when The Lamb came to be slaughtered, they refused. First Baal fell than Aym, than Narinder. The Lamb tried to get him to join their 'community' but Narinder was wrathful and attacked. It took a while for Narinder to get use to everything. Being somewhat mortal. The Lamb never gave up being nice it was... annoying. But eventually Narinder calms down. Him and The Lamb eventually work together.. but now.. his siblings need to be slaughtered once more.

#cult of the lamb lambert #narilamb #cult of the lamb narinder #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb #devotionswitch

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purplequay · 8 months

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put this in my drafts 7 months ago ( january 15th ) but never posted it because i kept thinking i should finish another piece first and then post them all together. never did that though, so fuck it ! posting these now cuz i still adore these <3

also i drew these as covers for my mini playlists for these guys based on a specific rp. here are the songs that were in there (spotify links)

belos 🍁

the silent — the tragic tantrum kiss me, son of god — they might be giants achilles come down — gang of youths i'm gonna win — rob cantor hell's comin with me — poor man's poison bird song — florence + the machine ария змея — дайте танк (!) the consequence of imagination is fear — junie & thehutfriends a sadness runs through him — the hoosiers rule #4 - fish in a birdcage — fish in a birdcage passing through (can't the future just wait) — kaden mackay

collector 🌘

drift away omnichord — trillian aura — ghost and pals nobody likes me (think i'll go weat worms) — abc kids friend like me — dimie cat prince ali — annapantsu amedama — pepoyo icosa — oliver buckland lancer — toby fox the midi skull song — glasys entropy (2014 original) — awkward marina world bowser — qumu burn him down! — kitsch club

#💉heretic's art #the owl house #toh emperor belos #toh collector

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just-french-me-up · 8 months

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Heatstroke

Fandom : The Sandman (AO3 link) Pairing : Dreamling (Dream x Hob) Rating : Explicit | 2.1k Tags : Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship, Blatant disregard for the laws of thermodynamics Summary : England is suffering through its second week of a scorching heatwave, and Dream's presence in his flat does nothing to cool Hob down... or does it? "I am not subjected to the Waking World's physics or weather patterns." "Neat trick that. Could use some of that right now, frankly." "Could you now?"

Heat was everywhere. It was the air he breathed, the water from the tap he drank, the sheets he slept on, the walls he tried to find shelter behind. It was under his skin, ever present, unescapable, and Hob felt as though he was going mad from it.

It had been one week of this, sweltering heat sweeping through the south of England, unleashing all of its scorching might, with London at its epicentre. The city had not been built to withstand such temperatures, and Hob's flat was no exception. Closing the blinds and sleeping with the windows open had worked for the first few days, but, insidiously, the heat had filtered in Celsius by Celsius, invading the space until there was no longer any respite from it.

Ever the harbinger of doom, the forecast had announced another week of this, sending London into a frenzy, between those who could afford to retreat north (or better yet, abroad, to more scenic and forgiving shores), and those who didn't have that luxury.

Hob was part of the latter.

Work kept him anchored in the city between lectures and research, the university administration staunchly refusing to trigger their remote learning protocol, citing the poor exam results following the pandemic as their main concern. God forbid they lose their prestigious ranking. At least the faculty's archives provided Hob with a few precious hours of cool air. Such commodity was hard to come by, these days.

At home, Hob had grown used to living in semi-darkness, the blinds permanently closed, only leaving a sliver of light in. He often congratulated himself on having bought a fan one heatwave ago, before the entire stock had been raided by his heat-striken fellowmen. It did little to cool him down, though. Hot air was still hot air, no matter how much velocity it hit you with. He spent his days in nothing but his underwear, moving as little as possible, taking his mind off the heat as best he could.

Nights were almost bearable. When he didn't spend them at the New Inn, Hob would lie on the couch, crushed by the thick atmosphere, listening to this or that book, his body far too hot still to fall asleep yet. He was struggling to follow his latest pick when a deep, familiar voice startled him.

"I was not aware nudity was the latest fashion."

Hob sat up awkwardly, staring at the dark silhouette standing by the bedroom door. God, when he'd told Dream he could waltz in whenever he pleased, he never imagined himself sweaty and practically naked when that happened. Well... not at the onset, at least. In spite of the relative darkness, he could see the quiet smirk tugging at Dream's well-studied, often worshipped lips. Also wait, was he wearing a turtleneck, of all things?!

"It's something of a national trend, at the moment."

Dream took a few steps around the living room, the hem of his coat swaying gracefully against his ankles. Hob could feel himself sweat just imagining the weight of those layers. Morpheus, statuesque as ever, didn't seem the least bit bothered.

"How are you not cooked medium rare, right now?" Hob asked, looking for the faintest hint of a flush on those fair cheekbones of his, finding none. That turtleneck had to be awfully warm around his throat, though, the black, soft-looking fabric clashing deliciously with his skin. If he could just slip a finger underneath... Another kind of heat spread through Hob at the thought, doing nothing to improve the miserable state he was already in.

"I am not subjected to the Waking World's physics or weather patterns."

He said it as though it was barely worth mentioning, boringly mundane, and not easily the most fascinating thing Hob had heard all week. Hell, all year. He relaxed against the back of the couch, observing Dream's slow prowl towards him, suddenly acutely aware of his lack of proper clothing and undignified posture.

"Neat trick that. Could use some of that right now, frankly."

A low hum rose from Dream's throat, a cross between a chuckle and a huff. He was looming over him now, their knees nearly brushing.

"Could you now?"

Whatever clever retort Hob's brain had come up with, it died on his lips as Morpheus' hand ran across his damp scalp, his fingers combing through his hair. His skin was cold, impossibly so, his touch leaving tingling trails behind, making him itch for more. Hob let out a hearty, breathy sigh, leaning into the palm of Dream's hand.

"Fuck, that feels good."

He didn't mean to sound so achingly needy, but it was, by far, the best sensation he'd had all week. He had tried to beat the heat in various (and increasingly desperate) ways, but nothing matched the soft, cold silk of Dream's skin sending shivers down his spine. It felt... clean. Like fresh fallen snow, pristine and undisturbed. Which was a descriptor he could not quite apply to himself, in spite of many daily cold showers.

"I'm disgusting," he groaned, thinking of the sweat no doubt covering Dream's fingers now, a sensation he didn't envy.

"You are human," he countered gently. "You can not pick and choose which laws of your world apply to you or not."

Hob flashed a sly grin.

"Save for one."

"Quite right," Dream conceded, amused.

His fingers were still raking through Hob's hair, providing much needed relief. Running so hot had helped Hob in the past, back when central heating was still but a literal pipe dream in someone's head, but what had felt like a blessing then passed for a curse now. Much like the walls of his flat, he'd been build to keep the heat in.

Dream's fingertips brushed his ear, causing delightful sparks to shoot down his jaw.

"How does it feel, then, getting to choose which principles of physics apply to you?"

He'd meant it as a tease, expecting another one of Dream's huffed chuckle, but the reaction he got was more intense than what he had bargained for. Morpheus' gaze was consuming, to say the least, his pupils almost too wide and eerily dark to pass as human. A hand left his scalp to follow the line of his neck, fingers trailing down his throat like drops of icy rain.

"At present?" Dream's voice was a low murmur. Hob could almost feel the warmth of his breath against his ear although Morpheus over him, his back straight. "Exquisite."

Hob's adam's apple bobbed at the brush of his fingers. He did not fully understand how Endless' senses worked, but he could bet everything he owned that Morpheus could actually feel his heartbeat through his skin, his heart wreaking havoc in his chest. His lack of proper clothing left him exposed, the effect of Dream's ministrations painfully obvious, preternatural abilities or not.

"You are quite warm," Dream pointed out, as though he was only now realising the extent of Hob's predicament.

"So that you're choosing to feel."

It was hard to fight the edge in his voice between the cold caresses exploring his shoulders and Dream's almost predatory gaze. His only garment was getting too uncomfortably tight, his erection pressing against the fabric with yet more torturous heat.

"Touching you would hardly feel the same if I shielded myself from it."

Exquisite, he had called it. Touching him felt exquisite, even like this. Hob could hardly fathom it.

"So I am the sun-soaked rock you cold-blooded beauty like to lie against for warmth," he quipped, smirking up at him.

"In a way, perhaps."

Dream's hands reached his torso, sending more shivers through him on the way down. Hob could feel his throat go dry as Dream lowered himself on his knees in a fluid motion, his pupils wild through his lashes. A hand trailed up Hob's thigh, tremors following in all of his leg. He did not expect the gasp that escaped him when Dream wrapped his fingers around his cock through his boxers. The cold felt odd, at first, though far from unpleasant. Quickly, Hob found himself wanting it more. The clash between his burning skin and Dream's was intoxicating, making his hips roll at the touch.

"I thought you liked touching me," he groaned, frustrated by the pesky, unbearable barrier between them.

Dream merely smiled, that fucking cheeky smile he'd given him in 1789, and Hob's hips bucked of their own volition. Fuck that perfect face of his, God! To add insult to injury, Dream's thumb brushed light circles against the head of his cock, drawing a hiss out of him, his cock aching for more.

"Dream."

His attempt at being firm melted into something more pleading, but Hob was past caring. He needed and he wanted and he was not above begging. Mercifully, Morpheus pulled down his boxers, exposing him hard and sensitive to his cold breath. A strangled moan rolled out of him as Dream lapped at the throbbing tip, the ice on his tongue on the verge of burning, but ultimately divine.

"Fuck!"

Hob threw his head back, reclining fully against the sofa, his body trembling from the heat, Morpheus' mouth and the pleasure rushing through him. The surreal combinaison of sensations was making him dizzy in the heavenliest way possible. By the time Morpheus had him in his mouth, his hand stroking the base of his cock, Hob was moaning mindlessly at the ceiling, his hand tangled in Dream's hair.

"Fuck, you feel so good, love."

He could barely focus on words half of the time, babbling praises, stretching his back to accommodate the surge of pleasure threatening to undo him. He could not remember what he'd said after a while, but Dream hummed around his cock with such sinful wantonness Hob felt blood rush to his cheek.

"Don't stop," he panted heavily. "Don't stop, you're going to make me come."

Dream dragged his tongue along his length, drawing relentless swirls around the head of his cock. Hob grabbed the arm of the sofa, holding onto it for dear life. Morpheus' cool breath against his oversensitive skin caught him off guard. Dream's eyes were black now, bottomless pools of stars calling for him to jump and drown in them. When he spoke, his voice purring and sultry, Hob could hear it as close as if he'd spoken right next to his ear.

"I want you warm on my tongue, Hob Gadling."

Fuck! The words were barely gone that Dream wrapped his lips around the tip, his eyes still staring into Hob's as he teased it with a pointed tongue. Overwhelmed, Hob spilled with a gruff shout, tension stretching all of his muscles taut, before his body sank into the sofa, boneless and breathless. He could feel the stifling pressure of heat in his lungs, exertion weighing his body down even more than before. The cold press of Dream's body came to alleviate the ache as he leant against Hob, a hand against his mad, immortal heart.

"Never died of a heatstroke before," Hob chuckled hoarsely, his voice nothing but a prolonged wheeze.

"This is quite a serious accusation."

He did feign offense really well, that one.

"I think you tried your best."

Hob wrapped a heavy, lazy arm around Dream's waist, seeking skin under all those layers.

"Wouldn't mind you trying again," he added, his brain still floating hazily inside his skull. Dream pressed his forehead against his, bringing him some relief. "I could get you out of all that bloody fabric, for a start."

"Perhaps you will. I am told the Waking World will suffer another week of this," Dream said, pointing his chin at the nearest window. "I would hate to withhold any helpful assistance from you."

"I'm sure you would."

They held each other in comfortable silence, Hob slowly catching his breath.

"Sleep is notoriously difficult for humans during such times," Dream said after a while. "It makes for strange dreams. Or no dreams at all."

"It's been a struggle for a few days, yeah."

Hob slowly furrowed his brows, replaying Dream's words in his head. A stupid grin then stretched his lips, pushing against his cheeks.

"Is this your way of telling me I've not been visiting often enough?"

"I would not word it in such terms."

He gave Dream's hip a light squeeze. Did he posh himself up on purpose to visit him?

"I missed you too."

The proud git would not say it, but the way he leant heavier on Hob spoke louder than words, anyway.

"So, would it please you, other... visits? Should the weather continue to interfere with your sleep?"

Hob did not have the heart to tell him those were called "date", in this day and age, although he suspected Dream would sooner disappear for a millennium rather than 'wording it this way'.

"Yes. It would, shitty sleep or not. Although I admit I do enjoy your blatant disregard for the laws of thermodynamics."

"I thought you might."

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hirik0 · 5 months

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Back to you part 2

part 1

Makarov/Yuri

Makarov worked through the whole night with a peacefully sleeping Yuri right next to him. He can't look away till he feels happiness spreading through his body, causing a strange feeling in his stomach. He brings his laptop back to the office before he goes in the Gym to start his morning routine. Trying very hard not to think about the sleeping Yuri in his bed and how that make him feel and telling himself that this is a one time think and it don't means anything. A voice in his head is wispering bi panic sounding oddly familiar. Triggering a very old memory from back in university.

"For someone that is straight you're looking very jealous at Yuri and his boyfriend", Milena says while standing next to him looking at the dance floor of the party in some fellow students home party room. "I'm not jealous, I just hate Jack that's a diffrent", Makarov hisses back, giving her a angry side eye. "So you didn't had a bi panic the other day at the lake over Yuri in swim wear?", Milena ask him not convinced by his explanation. Answering the side eye with a dont bullshit me look "I did not", Makarov answers her angry, he's not bi he like woman and if he pays a bit more attention to the eye colour now, than that's nobody's business but his.

He pushes the punshing back a bit harder then he needs. Hating that Milena was right all this eyars ago, that he had a 'bi panic' over Yuri back then and is having a revival now. He's not panicking, because there is nothing to panic about, because he is not bi and if he would be he was not intressted in his former best friend. Not now and not back in University. He is just happy to get Yuri back in his life nothing more. Deep down he knows hes lying to himself, but he pushes this thought down so deep it will never reappear.

Yuri wakes up when a wet piece of fabric is landing on his face. What the fuck, is going on. The first think he realises when he removes the towle from his face is that he is not in his own bedroom. His eyes end up on a nearly nacked Makarov. Freshly showered, water drops running down the muscular and tattooed back. Oh, oh no, what happened yesterday? Makarov disapers in to a walk in closet and Yuri is trying to not lose his shit. He looks down himself being still fully dressed, good, that's good right? Maybe it would have been better if he would have had sex with Makarov, because he remebers crying his eyes out in Makarovs office, more specificly against Makraovs chest. Yuri wants to disappear this is embarrassing. "Ah, you're awake", Makarov says when reapers from the closet, his very expensive looking button up still open giving Yuri a good look of his muscular tattooed chest. Yuri has the feeling that this picture is trying to burn itself to the inside eyes, Makarov looking a bit tired, hair still weat from his shower, still not fully dressed. A wet dream or in Yuris case a nightmare. "Yes", Yuri stammers our trying to keep on the last droplet of dignity. Trying to explain his reaction with the fact that he has a quite long dry spell and Makarov is atractive and Yuri is still half asleep. His eyes clued to Makarovs fingers slowly closing his dress shirt, hating how its runing his sight on Makarovs nacked chest. Makarov trys his best to not over analyse Yuris reaction, having to push down his thoughts again. He cant help the satifcation that is flodding him, how Yuri can't take his eyes of him. He is flaterd by Yuris unapologetic ogeling and Yuri in his bed, dangerous image. "Breakfast?", Makarov asks having to do something before he needs another shower. "You can cook? When we meet you could barely use a microwave", Yuri says confused, if Makarov wants to kill him, he could atleast have mercy and not do it with what ever he claims to be 'cooking'. "Yes, I can cook by now. If I cook myself I can't get posinent this way", Makarov explains rolling his eyes, things changed in the last 5 years, the other could really show some more trust. Yuri is unsure if he should say that he can eat something on the way back home, his stomach is not used to eat in his opinon bio weapon 'meals' Makraov made back in universety anymore. Yuri stands up from the bed streaching himself before following Makarov in the very mordern kitchen. That is only separate from the gigantic livingroom with a half wall that is used as a counter. "Still black coffee?", Makarov ask, while looking in the fridge. "Yes", Yuri answers trying not to look at Makarovs ass, the pants making this very hard. To save himself from another arkward situation he looks at Makarovs livingroom. A big black leather couch, a gigantic flat screen, some shelfs and a very big painting that look oddly familiar to Yuri.

He takes the coffee from the counter and again looks at the painting. "Something with wrong with the painting?", Makarov asks while cracking some eggs. "Is it from a French painter?", Yuri ask him, trying to get his mind if a nacked Makarov. "Don't know was a present from a buisness deal", Makarov answers shruging, he never spared a second glance at the painting since getting it. Yuri slips down the barstool he sat in to get a closer look at the painting and oh the painting is from the French painter he thought of, should he tell Makarov? "So you are intressted in art know?", Makarov asks him from the kitchen, trying to find a way to keep Yuri ins his life this time. "No, was at a art gallery show casing this artist ones, that's why I asked. Must be one of her older works", Yuri explains hasty trying to find somethingelse to look at. "How do you know?", Makarov asks looking at the painting seeing nothing but a nice landscape. "Oh, eh her eh more recent works are more eh complex I guess", Yuri stammers his vague answer, blushing a bit. "Yuri", Makarov says annoyed, clearly having picked up he's hiding something. Yuri drinks his coffee trying his hardest to ignore Makarov staring at him. "Yuri", Makarov repeats himself angry its just a painting whats to hide about it. "Yes?" Yuri fails to sound inoceny instead of stressed, very wasy for Makarovto pick up on. "Spit it out", the orders comes from the kitchen. "Eh.. Just look her up", Yuri trys to talk himself out of this he made it this far no need to risk to get killed over a stupid lewd painting. Makarov having even less patience for bullshit like this after working all night is throwing an apple at Yuri, hitting the back of Yuris head perfectly. Who rubs his head, before picking up apple from the floor, taking a big bit out of the fruite in a attempet it to stall time. "Yuri", Makarov growls as a last warning, sounding very sexy Yuris brain is registering. "It's just she's very famous for turning nude photography into landscape paintings", Yuri finally says, making Makarov nearly drop his cup of coffee. "What?", he asks into the room, while Yuri slowly moves back to the barstool. "You have hiden porn in your livingroom", Yuri says before biting in the apple again to not having to say more for a while. "You're joking right?", Makarov says holding a butter knife towards Yuri, who is just shaking his head. "I think I would know if porn would hang in my own fucking livingroom", Makarov tells him, nearly burning part of the breakfast, because hes distracted.

Yuri eats the appel shrugging and mentaly preparing to eat what Makarov is making. It at least smells eatable, but he thought that before and was sick for 3 days. "What do you do for work now?", Makraov asked before flipping the omlett. "Freelancer work, have a good reputation in IT", Yuri answers vaguely not ready to tell Makarov about his littel cyber crime buisness. The other man is shrugging at this fair point he would also not tell Yuri more details about his job. "You think the divorce will get over with fast?", Makarov asks, trying to get a feeling for when to ofer killing Jack and how much time he needs to lure Yuri back. "Forever", Yuri answers knowing Jack will only sign the papers when he has no other choice. "Want a permanent soultion?", Makarov asks, getting a laught from Yuri who probably is thinking this is a joke. "No, unhappy spouses are on the very top of the list of suspects for your permanent solution", Yuri answers amused, rolling his eyes as if Makarov would really kill Jack for him. "Well you dont even live in the same country anymore, how are you supost to do it?", Makarov points out, putting the omlett on a plate. "Hired someone of curse, you know with ties yo organised crime will be way to easy for the pigs to figure out", Yuri says rolling his eyes before he takes another sip of his coffee. "I think I know someone how would do it for free", Makarov says before making some fried eggs for Yuri. "Nothing is for free Vlad", Yuri tells him, especialy Makarov knows this all to well. "Okey a non money payment then", Makarov purrs, getting Yuri to blush again. Yuri is glad that Makrov shows mercy and gives him foot he can actually eat with out fear of getting food poisining. "God Yuri, my cooking was not that bad", Makarov coments Yuris inspection of the food, rolling his eyes. Yuri just gives him a very pointed look before eating the piece of egg on his forge. Makarovs phone is ringing saving Yuri from having to give a verbal answer. Makarov walks away towards his office to take the call and Yuri, bravely steals a bit of the omlett from his plate. And he now confidently say that egg dishes are something Makarov can actually cook by now.

Makarov returns a few minutes later clearly looking pisst at what ever the call was about. Yuri knows better then to ask, eats another appel. "So, you plan to return to the pit?", Makrov asks giving Yuri a deadly gaze when he notices part of his omlett is missing. "Oh common it was just the corner", Yuri defents himself knowing that Makarov hates sharing his food and you will die trying stealing some of his food, if he can stop you. "The pit", Makarov reminds him, letting Yuriget away with being a thief for now. "Could get hard with out a entery card", Yuri points out the obvious, what causes Makraov to slit something towards him. A credit card, that Yuri picks up and inspects carefull, realising this is not a credit card, but a VIP card for the pit and the more luxirous clubs Makraov likely owns, odd doppel use. Yuri plays with the card lost in thought. Giving Makarov the time to finish half of his breakfast in quite and peace. "Vlad?", Yuri suddenly asks sounding angry, getting a humm as answer. "Did you give me one of your whore cards?", Yuri asked him, the question lets Makrov drop the forge. Its not like that Yuri is wrong this is what the card is mainly used for, to get whores to hangout with him in the clubs, taking one home from time to time, but thats not why he is giving Yuri the card. He just wants to give Yuri a way back in and not to get Yuri in his bed. Liar, a small voice is wispering in his ear sounding like Milena. "I.. no...", Makrov stammers not even knowing what he should answer. Yuri finishes his coffee, slips down the barstool having a smirg on his face, clearly enjoying a speachless Makarov. "Well dont know what I expected from a guy that has porn hanging at this livingroom", Yuri says winking, putting the card in the back poket of his jeans and walks towards the exit. Makarov, fells his face turning warm if he would look in a mirror his could see how his cheeks are turning pink. "Its only a whore card if you give it back", he shouts after Yuri, stapping his omlett when he hears the door closing, Yuri didnt even gave him any reaction. "FUCK", Makarovs screams angrly, but Yuri took the card that must be a good sign.

#call of duty #cod mw3 #vladimir makarov #cod makarov #cod yuri #makayuri

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sednonamoris · 1 year

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stormchaser

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Abigail Roberts joins the gang. Your relationship with John is changed, maybe forever.

Warnings: Pregnancy mention, hunting animals, brief mention of dead animals, canon-typical alcohol use, jealousy

Word count: 1,385

A/N: First of all I need to specify that Ghost is jealous of Abigail and thinks badly of her rn, but this story will not vilify Abigail’s character in any way!!! I love her!!!! Second of all it’s not terribly long but I hope you all find this chapter as juicy as I did bc I’ve been looking forward to this one pretty much from the start. Also this chap is 2/3 in a series, the first being ‘cloudburst’. The last one will be ‘thunderstruck’ - I’ll let you do with that info what you will 👀

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When Abigail Roberts joins up with the gang everyone clamors for her attention. The women help with her chores and mend her dresses and pet her long, dark hair. The men make excuses to come by her tent and help her onto wagons and touch her hand by the campfire. It’s obvious why; she’s a beautiful young woman.

You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive her for that.

Of course, you might not have minded at all if it wasn’t for John. He’s smitten. Every moment he used to spend riding or robbing or roaming with you is now spent at her beck and call. You tell yourself it’s not jealousy that crawls up your throat and colors his name green in your mouth when you call across camp, knowing who he’s with. You tell yourself it’s a coincidence when you wake up next to a pretty, painted whore with dusky blue eyes and brown hair just like hers the next time you’re in town. You even tell yourself that it doesn’t hurt to watch the grey of John’s eyes shine stormcloud bright when they turn toward the object of his affections. When that object isn’t you.

Like some storybook romance he courts her. It’s clumsy - it’s John - but he brings her half-crushed flowers, and tries to read her some of Dutch’s poetry, and eventually he stops paying for the privilege of a night with her because they cut out the middleman and start sharing a tent.

Arthur notices your sulkiness. Hosea, too, though neither say anything outright. Instead they break your heart further with sad, understanding smiles and warm hands clasped on your shoulder in passing. Sometimes you wish they’d spill your secrets for the whole camp to see, just to put you out of your misery.

The days you aren’t out hunting you’re fencing horses or robbing farmers - anything to keep far from camp. Once a week you come back with cash to add to the box and a few new stories to trade around the campfire. Dutch is appeased by the money and the odd tip you bring home, and John—

You wait for him to say something about how distant you’ve been.

He doesn’t.

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The sky is clear when Abigail announces her pregnancy in front of the whole camp a few months later, but you smell a storm on the horizon.

She’s so goddamn happy, and everyone cheers and shouts and rushes to hug her, and you think Ms. Grimshaw’s eyes gloss with tears at the promise of new life and young love, but John’s smile catches at the corners. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The panic does, and as much as your heart is already broken and you’ve given up hope, there’s some savage satisfaction you get from knowing he might be miserable now, too.

Dutch calls for a celebration. Everyone clamors to break out cases of beer and Hosea even proffers the good whiskey he’s been saving for a rainy day. Top shelf, according to the man he stole it from. Pearson sweats himself into a frenzy to have a good, hearty meal prepared in time. Ms. Grimshaw has the camp cleared and clean with military precision. Javier settles next to the campfire with a song just waiting to sing off the strings of his guitar with each joyful strum.

You slink away and pack your gear for a hunting trip.

After a feast like this the camp will need game, and you’ve always found the most success right before weather hits, when the animals are out getting the last bit of sustenance they can before hunkering down in the brush. You clasp Abigail’s hands and congratulate her, trying not to make the words sound like a curse before you fade into firelight shadows. While the others dance and sing, you nurse a bottle that does nothing to dull the ache in your heart.

You’re gone before first light.

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The grassy plain is wide open and endless before you. Tall grass rises up to the stirrups of your saddle, and thunder rumbles its electric intent in the distance. Overcast clouds promise rain on the breeze as the sky gets darker and darker. It’s a cobalt blue sort of storm, one that paints the grass greyish and strikes your silhouette onto the American frontier for anyone in the distance to see.

A herd of pronghorn graze the prairie grass. You’ve been tracking them for a few miles now. Downwind. A safe enough distance away that they’re worried more about the oncoming storm than potential predators.

Two does, you think, ought to be enough.

You’re shit with a bow and arrow, so you rely entirely on being quick on the draw of your hunting rifle. Perks of spending the better part of your life as a gunslinger.

Your horse tenses beneath you as you raise your rifle up, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. You let out a slow, steady breath. Bang, bang, in quick succession on the trigger has your horse leaping forward. You let his momentum carry you while the rest of the herd scatters in frantic leaps and bounds.

Two clean shots await your inspection when you crouch to tie the bodies and sling them behind the saddle. Rain begins to fall. The wind carries hoofbeats your way, and you turn with your rifle raised on the off chance some fool hunter is coming to try and steal your quarry.

“Ghost, there you are!”

Not a fool hunter, but a fool.

“John,” you say past the anger and jealousy burrowed deep in your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He shakes his head. “I was gonna ask you the same thing. You left without sayin’ a word.”

“Surprised you noticed,” you scoff.

“You wanna tell me why you been actin’ so funny lately?”

You fold your arms. “You followed me all the way out here just to tell me I don’t act right?”

“Everyone else is happy,” he says. “Guess I’m just wonderin’ why you ain’t.”

There are a thousand things you could say to that. I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what that warm feeling was in my chest. We were best friends and then you chose a stranger over me, and now that stranger is going to have your baby. Sometimes, when I dream, I dream of us getting old on a farm out West where the law won’t ever touch us. I think of you every time it storms. You say none of it.

The rain falls harder.

“I know you, John Marston,” is what comes out your mouth instead. “You look more scared than happy to me.”

“I ain’t scared,” he says, snappish and too-fast.

“I am.” The smile on your face is sad, and it stops the defensive snarl trying to form across his face. “Guess that’s why I came out here, away from it all.”

Lightning strikes in the not-far distance. The flash lights your surroundings in an eerie daytime glow for a heartbeat and a half. The thunder that rolls across the plain not long after makes you feel even smaller than you did already.You pull your coat tighter around your shoulders.

“I’m camping here tonight. Room in the tent for two if you want.”

It’s even flimsier than your usual peace offerings, but he takes it. On the edge of the prairie you strike the tent while he pickets the horses. The rain is coming down in sheets, now, and you’re both forced to strip to your underthings because your clothes are entirely soaked through. The blankets and bedrolls are damp, but drier than the two of you. As you settle into sleep to the sound of pelting rain against canvass, John’s roll tucked up against yours, you hear a raspy voice speak up.

“You were right,” John says. “I’m scared of— well, all of it. Raisin’ this kid. Disappointing Abigail. But I’m more scared of losing you, Ghost. We’re best friends, ain’t we?”

Your chest constricts. “‘Course we’re best friends. You won’t lose me.”

Then, so quiet you almost miss it, “Haven’t I already?”

The tears that run down your face are silent, and dark as it is you pray he can’t see them. Thunder and rain drown out your shuddering sigh.

#john marston x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #fran writes #ghost story #ch. 7

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foralternateuniverses · 2 years

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au in which SY transmigrates into a stallion novel based/heavily inspired in fairy tales: The Charming Demon Prince.

LBH is The Prince Charming, and all his wives are fairy tale princesses, the first being the Cinderella!NYY who was adopted by YQY and who's stepfather is SQQ, and his step brother is SY.

LBH was raised by the old washer woman who died when he was young, then he started working for NYY's family, where he was mistreated by SQQ before he was fired after an accident in which SY was harmed, he has some adventures before his cousin finds him and brings him back so he can take his rightfull place as the heir to the Demon Empire, then he return for his first wife

But

After transmigrating, SY discovers the truth about quite some things about the villain SQQ, for example, SY doesn't understand why SQQ is so Loyal to YQY, who, even though he indulges and lets SQQ basically do whatever with little to no consequences, let's his staff and other people disrespect and mistreat SQQ and SY.

Yet, even though they're both clearly unhappy there, SQQ refuses to leave, so SY has to make other Plans.

In an event, SY officially meets LQG, who was an important role, the elder brother of LMY, the princess of the story 'The Royal Swans/The Wild Swans'.

So SY decides to recruit him to their side to help them and also avoid him being turned into a swan, which would cause A lot of problems (like the decline of the Liu family)

At first, SQQ and LQG don't get along very well, but after LQG is convinced of becoming SY's swordart teacher he ends up interacting more and more with the father-son duo in and out of their house, which means that he Discovers a lot of things (like the way the house staff mistreat and disrespect them, except for their personal servant MF) and they start to get along better and better (and also falling in love)

But

SQQ is very much married to YQY, and it doesn't take long for rumors to arise (After already having rumors of SQQ forcing LQY to waste his sword-wielding talent by teaching his sickly and dumb son)

On the other hand, when LBH finally gets to the household as a servant, SY makes sure that they have a good relationship, which also keeps LBH from getting in Trouble with SQQ, which also means that LBH falls in love with SY, still, LBH has to leave and the plot must continue

Also revelant: SQQ's past: he is from unknown origins, was a servant of the Qius, married the young master QJL with whom he had a child and became a widow after A fire destroyed the house and killed almost everyone, before marrying YQY, (and the reason SQQ is so loyal to him is because YQY didn't keep secret the reason why he wasn't able to come for SJ)

This comes back to bite him in the ass when the Cinderella plot happens, but first by this time YQY is already out of the picture and it hasn't been long since he married LQG, who disappeared,

LQG, like destined, is turned into a swan and SQQ searches for him, after discovering what happened, he takes over LMY's duty and role, and begins silently knitting a Cloth made of nettle for LQG to weat and turn back into human,

All this is happening while the Cinderella ordeal is going on.

LBH goes to a 3-nights-long party made by HHP as a diplomat and Crown Prince, there, he keeps meeting the disguised SY (who inadvertently took over NYY's role)

But there seems to be another Cinderella at that party, a Cinderella who, on the third night, reveals herself to be QHT, the princess of the tale of 'The multicolored coat/The coat of many colors' and she wants to get 'justice'

She reveals SQQ's humble origins and accuses him of murdering her family, and SQQ can't defend himself, cuz he has to keep silent until he finishes the coat for LQG

LBH, LMY, NYY and other help SY investigate and do their best to defend SQQ and prove his innocence, they manage to gather evidence but SQQ has already been sent away to receive his death sentence.

SQQ keeps silently knitting

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Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 2. Earth Skills

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Masterlist

That night we all slept in the dropship, either on the floor or on makeshift hammocks. I hardly slept that night, too worried about the group heading to Mount Weather, as well as wondering about my family on the Ark. I knew my father had to have known about the plan, but did he bother to tell my mother?

I pushed through the sheet covering the dropship door, heading outside. Just a few feet away, I watched as Atom reached for the clothes in Wells' hands.

"There's always a market for-"

Wells yanked himself away from Atom. "We share based on need, just like back home."

I felt myself being shoved to the side as Bellamy exited the dropship, his chest bare as a girl followed close behind. "You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor?" I watched as Bellamy kissed the girl, her happily marching away.

Gross.

"This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply." Bellamy continued, heading over to Wells and grabbing a shirt. Wells attempted to grab the shirt back, Atom pushing him away.

"Atom, hold up," Bellamy responded, looking in Wells' direction. "You want it back? Take it."

Wells stared Bellamy down for a few moments before tossing the rest of the clothes on the ground. A nearby group of delinquents ran over, sifting through the pile.

"Is this what you want? Chaos?" Wells asked.

Bellamy smirked. "What's wrong with a little chaos?"

"A little chaos goes a long way with a bunch of criminals," I responded, knocking into Bellamy's shoulder as I walked past him.

Just as I reached Wells, the sound of yelps filled the air. We all exchanged glances before running off in the direction it was coming from.

"Bellamy, check it out," Murphy spoke, holding a girl's head over a fire. "We want the Ark to think the ground is killing us, right? I figured it would look better if we suffered a little first."

"Let her go!" Wells rushed over, shoving Murphy to the ground. He looked to Bellamy, shaking his head. "You can stop this."

"Stop this? I'm just getting started."

With that, Murphy swung at Wells, clocking him in the cheek. As Wells fell back slightly, Murphy continued to beat on him while others cheered him on.

"Stop it!" I screamed, though Bellamy grabbed my arm before I could place myself in the middle of the two boys.

Wells backed away, limping slightly. "Don't you see you can't control this?" He asked, looking at Bellamy.

"You're dead." Murphy declared, pulling out a knife.

"Wait," Bellamy spoke, letting go of my arm. He reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a knife and tossing it on the ground in front of Wells. "Fair fight."

I looked at Bellamy, stunned.

Wells stared at Murphy for a moment before looking down at the knife. He finally knelt down, picking up the knife before rising to his feet again. Murphy was the first to swing, Wells swinging back. Eventually, Murphy sliced Wells' arm.

"This is for my father!" Murphy called out, going to swing again.

Wells dodged the swing, grabbing Murphy and putting him in a headlock. "Drop it! Drop it!"

"Wells! Let him go."

I looked over, watching Clarke make her way down the hill, Finn following close behind. Wells did as she said, Murphy quickly charging back at him.

Bellamy quickly jumped in, grabbing Murphy. "Enough."

Octavia stumbled down the hill next, Monty assisting her. She had a piece of cloth wrapped around her leg, which she was limping on.

"Octavia!" Bellamy called out, rushing towards her. "Are you alright?"

Octavia nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Where's the food?"

Finn sighed. "We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?" I asked.

"We were attacked," Clarke responded.

"Attacked? By what?" Wells asked.

"Not what, who," Finn responded. " It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

"It's true," Clarke spoke. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the grounders will."

I stood there, taken aback by Finn's words. "How is any of this possible? There's no way anyone could have survived the blast, let alone the radiation for the last hundred years."

Clarke shook her head. "I don't know, maybe they came from a bunker?"

"They definitely didn't come from space," Finn said.

Wells looked around. "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

"Jasper was hit. They took him." Clarke responded, looking at Wells' wrist. "Where's your wristband?"

I hadn't even noticed it was missing.

Wells glared at Bellamy. "Ask him."

Clarke turned to Bellamy, moving closer as she clenched her jaw. "How many?"

"Twenty-four and counting," Murphy spoke up.

"You idiots," Clarke said, shaking her head. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

Bellamy's face fell pale, though he quickly pulled himself together. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same?" He asked, looking around. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"

People began cheering, once again eating up every stupid word he said. How could they be so blind?

"What do we do now?" I heard Monty whisper to Clarke.

"Now we go after Jasper."

...

I followed Wells up the dropship ladder, pulling myself up through the door behind him. Clarke sat in the middle of the room, packing items into her backpack.

"There you are," Wells said.

I took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. "When your father said they didn't leave us anything, he wasn't kidding."

Clarke looked over at us, her eyes falling on the gash on Wells' arm from his knife fight with Murphy. Wells looked away. "It's just a scratch."

"You're making friends fast." Clarke sighed, looking at me. "How about you?"

"No knife fights yet, but Bellamy is tempting me."

Clarke smiled slightly before turning her attention back to Wells. "Keep it covered. It could get infected." As Wells adjusted the strap of his bag, Clarke smiled again. "Nice pack."

"Yeah, seat belts and insulation." Wells smiled. "I also packed part of the parachute, figured we could use it to carry Jasper back to camp."

"Good," Clarke said. "Give it to someone else. You're not coming with us."

Wells shook his head. "My ankle is fine."

"It's not your ankle Wells, it's you," Clarke responded, making her way down the ladder.

I climbed down the ladder after Clarke, Wells following after me. "I get to come though, right? Being stuck at this suck ass camp is driving me insane."

"Yeah, we could use another person."

"You came back for reinforcements. I'm going to help." Wells pressed on.

Monty, who stood by the ladder, turned his attention to us. "Clarke, he's right. We need him. So far no one else has volunteered."

"I'm sorry, Monty. You're not coming either."

"Like hell I'm not," Monty responded. "Jasper's my best friend."

"You're too important. You were raised on Farm Station and recruited by Engineering. That's food and communication." Clarke pointed to Monty's head. "What's up here is going to save us all. You figure out how to talk to the Ark and I'll bring Jasper back."

Finn entered the dropship, stopping as he spotted us all.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you," Finn said. "That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from three hundred feet away."

"So what, we let Jasper die? Not going to happen." Clarke replied. "Spacewalker? What a joke. You think you're such an adventurer. You're really just a coward."

"It's not an adventure, Clarke. It's a suicide mission."

Clarke shook her head, pushing past him and out of the dropship.

Wells stepped forward. "Build a wall. Use the fallen trees. I'll watch out for her."

As Wells left the dropship, I followed him towards Clarke. She now stood in front of Bellamy and Octavia, who sat together on a log.

"You guys are leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia spoke, attempting to stand up.

"No, not again," Bellamy spoke as he stood from the log, his voice stern.

"He's right, your leg's just going to slow us down," Clarke said, before focusing on Bellamy. "I'm here for you."

Wells raised an eyebrow. "Clarke, what are you doing?"

"I hear you have a gun," Bellamy smirked, lifting up his shirt slightly to reveal the gun tucked in his waistband. "Good. Follow me."

"Why would I do that?"

Clarke turned back to Bellamy, her eyebrows raised. "Because you want them to follow you, and right now, they're thinking only one of us is scared."

Without waiting for an answer, Clarke began heading off into the forest. Wells and I followed her, Bellamy and Murphy joining us not long after.

I wanted to go with Clarke to get away from these two idiots.

"Those guys aren't just bullies, Clarke. They're dangerous criminals." Wells said, his voice hushed.

"Good. I'm counting on it."

...

I followed close behind Clarke as she rushed through the forest, the boys staying further behind. She was avoiding Wells, that much was obvious. All I wanted to do was tell her the truth; that Wells hadn't been the one to turn her father in. I knew I couldn't though.

"Do you really think we'll find Jasper?" I asked. "Finn mentioned a spear. Odds are he wouldn't have survived that."

Clarke didn't answer, her eyebrows furrowing more than previously.

I watched as Bellamy sped up, getting closer to myself and Clarke. "Hey, hold up." He spoke, pulling out his gun. "What's the rush? Like Athena said, you don't survive a spear to the heart."

"Put the gun away, Bellamy," Wells demanded.

Murphy stepped in front of Wells. "Why don't you do something about it?"

Clarke shook her head. "Jasper screamed when they moved him. If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly. It doesn't mean we have time to waste."

Bellamy grabbed her arm. "As soon as you remove your wristband, we can go."

Clarke jerked her arm out of his grip. "The only way the Ark is going to think I'm dead is if I'm dead. Got it?"

"Brave princess," Bellamy smirked.

"Why don't you find your own nickname?" I hadn't noticed Finn following us. "You call this a rescue party? Got to split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me."

Clarke smiled, turning around and following Finn.

Bellamy shook his head, turning his attention to me. "What about you, Athena? Ready to remove your wristband yet?"

"Not in a million years," I said. "You might not have anyone who gives two shits about what happens to you down here, but I do."

With that, I turned around and began heading off in the direction Finn and Clarke went. There was no way I was going to give up my wristband. As much as I would love for my father to wonder if I was alive, I knew I couldn't do that to my mother.

...

"Hey, how do we know this is the right way?" Murphy asked.

Clarke and Finn had found Jasper's goggles by the river, and we were now following the blood trail left alongside it.

"We don't," Bellamy said. "Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."

"It's called cutting sign. Fourth-year Earth Skills, he's good." Wells looked over Finn's shoulder.

Finn turned around. "You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?"

Finn began following the blood trail further, myself and Clarke staying close behind him. I kept swatting the air around me, growing more annoyed by the bugs and all the bites I could feel covering my skin.

"Too bad they didn't send us with bug spray," Clarke spoke softly.

I raised my eyebrow. "That's a thing?"

"You never paid attention in Earth Skills."

"I never thought it would matter," I said. "I knew they expected the ground to be survivable soon, but I didn't think we'd ever actually get down here. Not in our lifetime at least."

The sound of moans filled the air, causing us all to stop in our tracks.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked.

Clarke looked at Bellamy. "Now would be a good time to take out that gun."

The moaning continued and we followed it, coming across an open field. Across the way was a tree, and my jaw dropped as I noticed what was strung from it.

"Oh my god."

"Jasper?" Clarke gasped, rushing forward.

"Clarke, watch out!"

Suddenly the ground fell from beneath Clarke. Bellamy lunged forward, grabbing her hand. I watched as he stared down at her, not pulling her up. The rest of us came to his aid, grabbing Clarke and pulling her back up from the hole.

As everyone gasped for air, I peeked into the hole. It was filled with spikes.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked.

Clarke nodded. "We need to get him down."

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines."

"I'm with you." Wells offered.

"No," Finn said. "You and Athena stay with Clarke, and watch him." He eyed Bellamy, a scowl forming across his face. "Murphy, you're with me."

Clarke took a deep breath. "There's a poultice in his wound."

"Medicine?" Wells asked. "Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"

"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner breathing," Bellamy suggested.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn frowned.

Finn and Murphy worked on cutting Jasper down, while Wells was checking in on Clarke and Bellamy and I stood off to the side.

A bug landed on my arm, causing me to swat it, crushing it against my skin. I quickly wiped the blood away, causing Bellamy to laugh.

"What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Bellamy shrugged. "Nothing, It's just- from what Octavia's said, I never would've guessed you'd be afraid of bugs."

"I'm not afraid of them," I mumbled. "I just don't want them touching me."

"Just wait until the hornets come out."

My eyes grew wide. "Hornets?"

He simply laughed, looking over at Finn and Murphy.

As I continued to swat the bugs away, a deep growl came from the forest surrounding us.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked.

"Grounders?" Bellamy suggested.

The growling continued to grow louder until finally, a pair of yellow eyes came out of the forest. It was a large black cat, unlike anything I'd seen before.

"Bellamy, the gun!" Clarke called out.

Bellamy reached for the gun, patting around but unable to feel it.

The cat lunged forward, Bellamy grabbing me and yanking me out of its line of sight. Suddenly the sound of gunshots filled the air, the cat falling to the ground.

I looked around, my eyes landing on Wells, who held the gun in his shaky hand. Clarke stood next to him, looking back and forth between him and the cat.

"Now she sees you," Bellamy spoke through shaky breaths.

I gasped for air, not realizing I'd been holding my breath. "I hate Earth already."

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AN: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! I have chapters 1-10 written already, so I'm just catching up on posting them all. If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

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Also in my current main oni playthrough I'm at 22 duplicants and my goal for the playthrough is to get all of them so I'm abt halfway there but god damn do I not have enough space for more of these fuckers I'm going to be able to shove some more into my two newest colonies on the two planetoids I've traveled to so far but one of them like Just got started so it's going to be a while before I'm confident in upscaling it, and the other one is mostly made up of radioactive biomes and salt water biomes with the only more livable biomes being at the very edges and the very bottom of the map, so while I do have a pretty stable base getting set up over there it's going to be pretty obnoxious getting the living space set up due to how little space I have in my current main base area and how far away the other forest biomes are from that. On the bright side I found the mysterious hermit home on the brand new planetoid so I at least don't have to worry abt him as much, although I'm gonna be real idk how I'm going to get food production up and running since there's like No dirt, and I don't rly want to have to send someone back up through the surface magma biome to pick up any dropped off supplies.

#rat rambles #the good news is that theres sleet weat on the newest one so once I get a lil more established thats smth I can start farming #theres also grub fruit and sweetles so Ill probably we farming those for a bit too #I say for a bit because while there is a sulfur gyser there its in the magma and I dont wanna fuck with that right now at least #if I was better at this game Id totally go for it but Im not so Ill take the cowards route #hopefully I can print some other seeds into that colony although Im not rly sure which plants Id want #I guess bristle blossoms wouldnt be bad? most of the planet is quite warm tho so idk #its mostly wasteland and chilly biomes Im pretty sure so not the best but could be worse #the main big big issue is going to be oxygen production and water #for now Im probably going to start moving ice to a warmer part of the map to melt it but after that idk #I guess I could just get the hermit and then bounce #honestly thats probably what Ill do since I really dont want to have to deal with the limited water #all my other colonies have infinite water sources already so I might as well focus living quarters there #my first colony is gonna stay limited tho since its the rly cold starting planetoid #Ive gotten my main base warm enough but I dont rly want to expand too much from there #mostly because the left of it is my sleet wheat farm and the right is where my cold slush guyser is #which I rly Should warm up more but Im going to be real I dont want to go too heavy on the forced warming #I want to leave myself with room to build more machinery without burning my base up basically #my other main planetoid is basically paradise for the dupes living there tho theyre doing great my chef even gets his own personal bedroom #I have a great farm set up and have way way more food than even ten more dupes could ever eat #I have been considering bringing in more dupes there but I wanna up my oxygen production more first #I finally ran out of algae and while I could theoretically produce more Ive slowly transferring to the water eating oxygen producer instead #I say slowly cause the process of getting the steam guiser on that plannet to be a decent water supply has been rough #its still not done since Im trying to get a steam turbine cooling loop set up on the other planet to utalize both the water and steam #but its been real hard given the lack of usable space in that colonu #my main problem is that I cant get the temperature to stay at a consistent level due to using heavy wiring #which is really frustrating since these things have so much power flowing through them I absolutely cannot afford to use normal wiring #like I could try to implement power tranformers into the design but Id really rather not since thatd mean taking up even more space #I might just get a insulated heavy wire connector mod or smth I rly cant be bothered after putting this much time into this project #oni posting

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

And you're asking how the Easter parade in Gatlinburg went

INSIDE CATTANOOGA KLATSCHE, GATLINBURG, TN: To answer such a question as many of you were probably asking ... With partly cloudy skies for the most part, the day turning out rather beautiful, many of the trees in the Smoky Mountains starting to go into bloom for the most part, and a few of the black bears starting to come forth from hibernation.

It may not have been the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, or even those on the likes of New York's Fifth Avenue or the Atlantic City Boardwalk (especially in earlier, more glamourous times), but the choice of route (as in the section of the Parkway between the split of US 411 and 441 and the entrance to Great Smoky Mountains National Park--more or less Beautiful Downtown Gatlinburg, to paraphrase Gary Owens from back on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In back in the day) pretty much attracted considerable curiosity from the Easter weekend crowd in the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps.

In keeping with Easter Parade tradition, it was more or less walkabout all along the Parkway, waving to the somewhat confused crowd wondering what the whole was about to begin with (though you had plenty of meet-and-greet and selfie opportunities among the characters). Naturally, the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" led the parade, real informal like, no welcoming banner ... but even then, Kitty Jo couldn't resist the selfie opportunities. Or even Scoots, for that matter; it seems Scoots, considering his modest stature, must have something of a liking, even if his storytelling wasn't fascinating enow.

And you could imagine the reaction of the crowd to the presence of yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and Crazy Claws strolling the Parkway ... or even Augie Doggie on the shoulders of his doting Doggie Daddy ... Top Cat and clowder, with Choo-Choo and Fancy-Fancy getting their share of fan attraction ... Peter Potamus and his diving enterouge, with plenty of the crowd rather surprised that Peter was an amazing diver in his own right ... Penelope Pitstop, kissing plenty of spectators ... those Banana Splits, quite the cutups (even Drooper going into the "Super Drooper" routine near the Gatlinburg Space Needle, to the bemusement of fans) ... Scooby-Doo and crew ... perennial crowd favourites, the Hair Bear Bunch ... Lori, Gator, Braveheart and Inch High, Private Eye ... Hong Kong Phooey, with a silly little tweaking of tai ch'i ... Captain Caveman and his cousins, the Slag Brothers, "going ape" and liking it ... you couldn't help but resist the Skatebirds going the inline-skating act ... even Kwicky Koala taking things a bit on the Aussie side by throwing Cherry Ripe and Freddo Frog bars to the crowd, as well as packets of Throaties (a popular Australian brand of throat drops), not to mention The Bungle Brothers doing Abbott and Costello justice with their "Who's on First?" routine with George in Bud Abbott's role and Joey doing Lou Costello's.

(Seems that for some reason, some in the crowd were rather surprised to discover what said Cherry Ripe bars were like, basically mashed cherries, dessicated coconut and dark chocolate. And for a lucky few, Kwicky "himself" passed out boxes of classic Australian snack crackers Jatz and Vita-Weat.)

After the parade ended, or some resemblance thereof, Kwicky Koala got out a box of another iconic Australian staple--Sanitarium Weet-Bix cereal, not quite Shredded Wheat but rather interesting by itself. Even if they turned out a little like glue in the end.

And the Cattanooga Cats dishing up typically Southern smoked ham for dinner, along with cheesy hash browns, green bean hot dish--and Kitty Jo's storied chess pie for dessert. Washed down with lemonade blended with hibiscus flower extract--what could get more interesting, to begin with?

And you can imagine how the crowd felt at the sight of the parade, otherwise not promoted well beforehand.

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