#i want to be able to go on hikes again! i want to go feed the crows snackies!

[justporo]

Hi! Could I please get some headcanons or a drabble of Astarion x anemic!Tav and how things may differ when it comes to him feeding on them, how he'd take care of them if they needed it, etc? Would love to see what you come up with. Thank you for your time! 💜

Hello and thank you very much, Anon! Since I'm actually hit with the Bloodless debuff today myself... What else could I have written?

This is a very sweet idea to write something - which I took and then made it sarcastic... I hope you like it.

Also - idk why, but for this I pictured Tav as velnna's Staeve - you probably know who I'm talking about and if you don't you should very quickly go over there and find out, because I love Steven and you should really give this incredible incredible artist who has contributed so much to this fandom a lot of love. All the love. (I didn't wanna tag them because I didn't know if it was okay and didn't want to annoy them but go check out their blog!!)

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,6k

Bloodless

The sun was burning in the sky. You felt sweat almost drip from your skin. Every step seemed to be harder than the last one. Your heart was fluttering although your pulse seemed flat. Damn this Mountain Pass.

You and the rest of the party had been hiking through the mountains for days. It was exhausting for everyone, but especially for you it seemed. Surely, the fact that you had offered Astarion your blood almost every other night (and that he was always very keen and graciously grateful to take it) had quite obviously to do with how much your stamina had dwindled.

But you knew offering up your blood was very much helpful. Not only to the vampire, but the party as a whole: Astarion had basically become a menace on the battlefield since he’d been able to feed properly. Also, you were stubborn – a bit of missing blood wouldn’t knock you out. Or would it?

You tripped on a loose stone and almost face-planted on the ground. Only in the last moment were you able to catch yourself and dampen the fall with your arms. You quickly got up again and hoped no one had noticed since you’d dropped to being the last in the group today.

But trying to raise yourself so quickly had been a mistake and you suddenly felt overly woozy, your vision blurring and you were immediately back on one knee.

And of course, it hadn’t gone unnoticed: Astarion had been in front of you and had seemingly been alarmed by the noise of your fall – twice.

“What is it, Tav, got too distracted looking at my back, hm?”, he taunted and came over to where you were doubled over – leaning on your arms too now because you felt so dizzy all of a sudden that you felt you had need of all of your four limbs on the ground to support you.

When the vampire realised you weren’t getting up and also didn’t respond to his quip in your usual witty manner, he quickly gave the others a shout to let them know not to go too far ahead. Then he came over to you. You were desperately trying to not pass out when you saw the hands of the pale elf through your blurred vision reaching for you.

“You do hear me, yes?”, Astarion whispered to you. You could only nod curtly. His hands hesitantly touched your shoulders.

“Alright, can you get up? There’s a big stone over there where you could sit down.” You shook your head which made you even dizzier.

“Oh hm”, Astarion seemed a little helpless on how to proceed with you. You felt him turn away.

“Don’t tell the others!”, you exclaimed breathlessly. The vampire whipped around: “But… why?” “Just don’t please”, you whispered and carefully looked up at his face. Was that… actual worry?

“Please just… Help me sit on this rock, let me have some water… and rest and we’ll keep going in a few minutes”, you pleaded with him. Astarion didn’t look completely convinced but sighed in defeat after a few of your racing heartbeats.

“Alright – could you please not die for a moment while I go and talk to the others?”, he said in a sassy tone that couldn’t completely gloss over the worry in his voice.

You let your head fall down again and simply nodded. Astarion went off towards the rest of your companions.

Ever so slowly you felt a little bit better. Cautiously you knelt back onto your feet – at least not on all fours anymore! Shortly after you tried to carefully get up and move over to the rock Astarion had mentioned.

That was when the vampire returned. “Oh no no, you stay right where you are, you poor helpless creature that would have perished already had it not been for me.” He ran the last few feet over and grabbed one of your arms to slowly put it around his neck and help you get up and walk over to sit on the boulder. You wanted to say something witty at his taunt, but your mind was too blank.

“Also, we are actually taking a break – all of us, so don’t even try to keep on walking”, he scolded you as he placed you down.

“What did you tell the others?”, you asked simply as you placed your forearms on your thighs and just sat leaning forward like that for a little. “Tss, does it matter now? Something like I broke a nail of mine and needed a moment to mourn it or whatever”, Astarion replied annoyedly.

“Can’t believe they actually stopped for that”, you said slowly and chuckled with your head between your knees and threw up a look at your vampiric companion. “Yeah well, seems they care a lot about my wellbeing. And I take it they would about yours, too”, he gave back – again very sassily. You just chuckled but didn’t reply. You saw that he relaxed a little.

“Ah here. You should probably drink and eat a little”, the vampire said after a while of the two of you just sitting there. He offered you a water bottle and some berries from a pouch – both of which weren’t his for obvious reasons.

You narrowed your eyes at him: “Where did you get those?” “By the Gods, you are so reluctant to help, I should’ve left you in the dirt.” Astarion rolled his eyes at you. “The druid gave it to me – you’re not as inconspicuous as you might believe, oh mighty leader of our adventure troupe.” You had a desire to punch this cheeky elf but you knew you were in no condition to act on something like this, so you sighed and first took the water and then started to munch on some berries from the offered pouch.

Silence spread once more between the two of you. Before Astarion broke it again: “Listen, Tav, darling, I know this must be because you’re letting me drink your blood so often.” You immediately wanted to start protesting but the vampire hushed you, brows furrowed.

“No, for once, you’ll let me do the talking. Don’t think I’m blind – your form has been declining for quite some time now. We can’t go on like this. I mean, Halsin has also noticed already.” You stayed silent and kept popping berries in your mouth and silently thanked the druid for his kind gesture – even if you didn’t want the others to know of this weakness. You slowly started to feel better.

“As much as I enjoy our little late night… sessions. We should probably take a break – at least concerning these particular ones. And maybe later, keep longer breaks in between if you insist to keep throwing yourself at me to drink your blood”, Astarion continued and sighed theatrically.

He tried so hard to be sarcastic about the whole thing, but you noticed that he was actually worried, judging by the guilty glint in his red eyes. And maybe it was that the blood loss was affecting your brain too much but you stared at him and just dryly said: “You know, you could just admit that you care about me, Astarion.”

The vampire huffed in surprise, then he sneered with a click of his tongue: “Bah, of course I do, you seem to be the only one to get this group of clowns to work together after all. It’s not like I care for you much as a person. As a blood bag maybe, but other than that…”

You pursed your lips and let him ramble, digging his own verbal grave by trying to talk himself out of it.

You didn’t even reply afterwards, just let him steep in the own awkwardness he created.

You kept looking at him – even offered him a berry, he scrunched his nose at – then shrugged and ate it yourself.

You slowly opened your water bottle…

“Okay, maybe a little. Tiny bit. Because you’re the only one in the group who seems to have a real sense of humour – at least when you’re not lying in the dirt being a dried out husk”, Astarion exclaimed.

You grinned at him wolfishly and shook the last of the berries from the small bag into your mouth ignoring his insult. “Now, wasn’t even that hard, was it? I really like you to, Astarion”, you said and then slowly stood up – careful not to immediately make a fool of yourself again.

“I liked you better when you were staring at the dirt up close”, the vampire replied and jumped up while crossing his arms over his chest, then sauntered away.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself”, you kept teasing and slowly went after the brooding vampire.

You met up with the rest of the camp then went on your way for the rest of the day. The others were already so used to the two of you missing from the camp at the same time (mostly during nighttime, of course) that they didn’t even look up when the two of you came back.

Later when you all had settled down for the night you saw that Astarion went over to Halsin and talked to him softly. They both threw you looks in between which made you uncomfortable because you certainly could imagine what the topic was. Before Astarion had also made sure you’d gotten the first serving of tonight’s dinner (and also seconds).

Even later when the others were already at rest the vampire confessed, he’d been asking the druid about how he could go about drinking your blood without putting too much of a strain on you. Again, you noticed that he seemed not only concerned about his blood rations when he explained that to you.

The next days you also noticed that Astarion had started carrying some water and the bag from Halsin containing the berries.

And you thought to yourself that – for a blood bag – Astarion seemed to put an awful lot of thought and action into making sure you were okay.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Talin W/Runaway Reader

Yandere Scorpion Man x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: No smut scenes, mentions of future breeding, mentions of future oviposition, captive reader, near drowning, general yandere behavior, scorpion man) Word Count: 1k (Requests are still closed, I am just catching up on requests I had, sorry this took so long but it is free and I got to it eventually, I hope it is close to what you wanted anon.)   Late at night Talin moved to spoon you, as he often did in his sleep to instinctively hold you close and keep you safe, but he woke up quickly when his arms failed to find his lovely mate.  He looked around groggily and didn’t see you so he checked the kitchen and the bathroom and the kitchen figuring that you must have needed to use the restroom or wanted a late night snack or drink of water.  But he could not find you at all inside of the den.  A sense of unease began to grip him, but in denial he willed it to the back of his mind. You probably just went outside for some fresh air or maybe you couldn’t sleep and just wanted to enjoy the stars that shown so clearly in the desert sky.  The scorpion man quickly scuttled out of the lair and checked around and called out for you. But you simply weren’t there.  Talin began hyperventilating. His chest hurt, it felt as if someone was tightly squeezing his upper heart in a viselike grip. Why would you leave him (Y/N)? He loved you and thought you felt the same about him!! What had he done wrong!?  His entire body was racked by choked sobs and sorrowful wails.  He forced himself to calm down a bit and focus. He knew you loved him, you were just acting out! Yeah, that was it, this was just a cry for attention! He would find you and give you much more affection, he would even feed you, and keep you nice and stuffed with eggs 24/7 so that you never ever felt neglected again. He would be the best mate he could be! He just had to find you and prove it!  You, however, had other plans. In a rare moment the beast, who’s name you learned was Talin, had turned in his sleep and released his usual grip on you in bed and you wasted little time in removing yourself from his home. You gathered your pack of gear and fled into the quiet stillness of the night time desert.  You knew you would need to make as much progress as possible before your captor awoke so you moved at a brisk but sustainable pace, spurred on by adrenaline and fear. You knew Talin would be distraught and felt kinda bad about it, but you had your own life to get back to.  Talin had finally caught finally caught your scent, it was slightly faded, so he knew you had probably been gone for at least a couple hours. He would have to go as fast as he could to catch up to you, he was worried you might encounter danger, you were just so small and soft.  He scuttled through the desert at an alarming rate, no harm would come to his mate! Talin had marked you as his mate so you were his responsibility, he would scoop you up and give you all his love and affection so you would not even think about leaving him again. He felt just terrible for having so clearly neglected you to the point where you thought you had to leave to get his attention.  You figured you had been hiking for at least 2 hours, if not slightly more. Your legs were sore from the effort, but not enough to slow you down. Your desire for freedom was far greater than something as trivial as muscle aches.  You continued on until eventually you came across a river. You were a bit worried that you would not be able to cross, but you found a spot that looked a bit more shallow that you thought you could cross safely.  You happened to look behind you before starting to cross and recognized a familiar shape in the distance, faintly illuminated by the freshly rising sun.  Fuck. Talin. How had he caught up to you, he was still a bit far off though, you could probably make it across and then find a spot to hide before he saw you if you hurried.  So, with a renewed sense of urgency, you began wading into the water. Everything was okay until you hit the mid point where the current was significantly stronger than you had anticipated, but as long as you kept your footing you would be fine.  Unfortunately you had no such luck, you slipped on a large slick river stone and that was all it took for the water to start sweeping you away. You sputtered and flailed, trying to regain your footing but it was no use. You tried to scream, but you did not know if it was heard before water flooded into your mouth and cut it off.  Talin had heard the splash you made when you slipped and he was already on his way when he heard the choked scream you had made. He ran faster than he ever had before in his life and charged into the water, scooping you out easily.  You coughed out the water that had began to infiltrate your lungs and clung to Talin for safety as he held you.  You were far too exhausted and shaken to put up any kind of resistance and he had just saved your life so you simply went limp in his arms as he climbed out of the river and gently kissed your forehead. You could always try to escape again at a later date if you were given the opportunity.  “I know you wanted more attention darling, but you mustn’t go running off! The desert is so dangerous.” Talin knew you could not understand his language but his words were a comfort to you, he spoke softly.  “Don’t worry (Y/N), I will give you so much more affection and love from now on, and I will breed you so full of eggs constantly, I promise you will never have to go a day without having my eggs inside you~ We can even start as soon as tomorrow once you are rested up!!?”  You still did not understand what he had said, except your name, but he sounded excited. You figured he was probably just happy to have you back. And for once you were happy to be in his arms.  He nuzzled his cheek against yours and began carrying you back to his home.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #terato #yandere scorpion #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #scorpion man #monster boyfriend #male x gender neutral reader #My OCs #My OC Talin

[becoming-happy-for-myself]

Vision Board 2023 ✨

1. Exercise: For me this means moving my body in any way, shape or form. I want to go on walks, experience nature, different places in and around my city, go on hikes. I’ve recently bought a used Crosstrainer/elliptical off of eBay - I’m going to use it 3-4 times a week to build up endurance and to simply keep my heart and therefore my entire body healthy. It has for some reason always been a little dream of mine to some day run a (half-)marathon. I am nowhere near able to do that anytime soon... But this year I'm starting to work on that!

2. Diet: I want to cook more. I want to use fresh vegetables and fruit. I want to limit fast food/sweets/processed food because I know they don’t make me feel good and they’re not contributing to my goals. I’m not saying I won’t ever eat any of those things again, but they should be an exception, not the norm. Since I also struggle with Crohn’s disease, this is a very important aspect that I have to figure out for the rest of my life. Even though the medication I'm on right now is doing a good job, I’m sure I can support my body by feeding it actual real food - and therefore also prevent future flares.

3. Self-Care: This includes skin and hair care. I have very acne-prone and oily skin, but I know that actually drinking a lot of water and religiously following a skincare routine does help a lot. Self care for me also means taking care of my mental health. I’ve always been a pretty anxious person, but this last year really hasn’t been great. I want to start journaling / writing in a diary again, as this helps me clear my head and at the same time it is a wonderful thing to look back trough my life at a later point. I also want to figure out, what it is I want to do with my life (career wise). I’m currently studying in a masters program, but as of late I'm not sure if that’s actually what I want / should be doing.

I’m going to share my journey on this blog, which will also include specific goals, daily routines, what I eat, and what I do to reach my goals. I want to lose weight (around 15 kgs / 33 lbs), feel healthier and more energized overall and become happy and content with the way I live my life. I hope you guys are along for the ride ✨

#healthy #healthy eating #Health & Fitness #healthy food #healthy weightloss #fitblr #vision #vision board #that girl #weight loss #losing weight #abnehmen #gesunde Ernährung #gesundabnehmen #gesund abnehmen #abnehmtagebuch #abnehmblog #abnehmmotivation #motivation #weight loss motivation #weightloss motivation #fresh start #new beginnings #becominghappyformyself #fitness journey #fitness journal #fitness #2023 goals

[novasdarling]

Blood and Feathers

Kinktober 2022

Harpy! Keigo/Hawks x Reader

TW: Stalking, Death, Mutilated body, Blood, Predator vs. Prey Dynamics, Chase, Monster(Harpy).

Hiking wasn't something you were too fond of. Especially when it came to terrain like this. Rocky, heavily covered by trees, and animals that were ready to kill you at any moment. Nevertheless, here you were. Hiking up the side of a mountain to get an excellent view for your campsite. All for your friend's birthday. She had begged everyone for an experience over a gift. Wanting to make memories together rather than simply spending money on something. You'll admit, a good idea if not for the fact she forgot you and most of your friends weren't as athletic as her. That you guys weren't as experienced as her when it came to hiking and camping. Yet, none of you had the heart to explain it to her when she told you about this hiking trip a few weeks ago. All you guys could do was hope that she'd pick an easy trail. A hope that was squashed when the car pulled up to the bottom of the mountain.

"Claudia, how much longer till we're at our campsite?"

It was Louis, he sounded out of breath. A feeling all of you could relate to. It felt like hours had gone by like this mountain was never-ending. The worst was that the trees had become so dense. You guys could only catch a glimpse of how far the top was every so often.

"Just a bit more."

"You said that an hour ago."

"I mean it this time."

"Can we please take a break?"

Another one of your other friends was barely able to walk anymore. Forgetting to bring proper hiking shoes.

"Fine."

Everyone slumped down at Claudia's words. Thankful to have any bit of rest they could get. It was amazing to see how Claudia could just keep going. Barely having any sweat on her. Acting as if she was on a causal stroll and not hiking up a giant mountain that seemed to not have an end.

"Uh, just be careful. The area surrounding the campsite have some animals that sometimes attack. So stay in the group and on that path."

"Like foxes."

Claudia gave Louis a look as if to say 'yes I'm giving you this warning for foxes'. Everyone else knew she probably meant bears or mountain lions.

The break was cut short, Claudia kept you guys moving again. Wanting to get to the campsite before night. Once again bringing up the danger of the animals. She seemed oddly worried about the mountain. As if the animals would really be willing to attack such a large group of people. Then again, she was the wildlife expert out of the group.

"Umm, how safe is the campsite if this mountain is crawling with animals?"

"They seem to stay away from the campsite. According to the rangers, they associate the campsite with people after all these years so they stay away." Claudia gave Austin a smile before turning around to look at Louis. "Though local legends says how there's this giant bird-like creature that lives at the very top that scares the animals off. Feeding on anything it can find."

Claudia couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Louis look so scared obviously made her happy. While the rest of you felt pity for him and wondered how the hell you guys managed to get roped into this.

It wasn't long until your group reached the campsite. Claudia was finally right about it not being far off. Half the group fell to the floor. Exhausted from the hike. Yet as Claudia began to unload the tents. They realized there was still much more to do. Which took over an hour due to none of you, but Claudia knowing how to pitch a tent. Luckily the sun seemed to have sympathy for you. Staying in the sky till you guys had shelter. The fire followed soon behind. After some time relaxing and catching your breath. You could admit, Claudia was right. The view from the campsite was spectacular. Looking down the side of the mountain, seeing the tops of the trees. Then the lights at the bottom of the mountain. Probably from the few shops and houses you guys had passed. They seemed a lot further than you thought. How far had you guys gone from the local road?

"Hello"

The new voice broke you out of your admiration. Turning around you noticed it was a ranger.

"Who here is Claudia?"

The ranger looked over Claudia's ID, going over the paperwork and protocol. Fire safety, what to do in an emergency, and animal safety.

"Just a word of advice. Stay away from the wooded areas right before and after dusk. Some of the animals get pretty bold around that time."

The look on poor Louis' face. It was clear camping wasn't his thing. Being out in nature in general seemed to be something he wasn't too fond of.

After the ranger left, your group decided to have a late night. Cooking dinner on the fire. Having a few drinks and sharing some stories. It had been a while since the group had been able to come together like this. All busy with your own lives, school and jobs. It was nice to finally catch up. Even if you guys had to lose your body weight in sweat getting up the mountain in order to do so.

"How'd you find this place? It's pretty far from the city."

You were curious. You knew Claudia went hiking and camping a lot as a child, but she never mentioned doing it this far out from your city.

"Oh, my mom's friend used to live in the town at the bottom and she was there the last time I visited home. Talking about selling her parent's home near the mountain and got me thinking. Why not go camping."

"Well, she wasn't wrong. Even I have to admit the view is nice." Louis agreed.

"However, it was the stories she told that made me want to come. She was the one that told me about the local stories about the giant bird."

"Oh God no." Louis couldn't have a moment of peace with Claudia.

"Apparently, centuries ago the town used to have to hunt them. The monster would fly into town and steal sheep, cattle and even kids. Leaving the bones in its nest and along the mountain."

"Well, there goes my sleep tonight."

You knew poor Louis wouldn't be able to get much sleep tonight. Not at the thought of something lurking in the trees. His own shadow scared him, let alone the idea that things would be watching him if he went out for a pee at night.

The next few days went well. You guys were able to hike a bit higher up the mountain. Making it to a hidden waterfall. It wasn't huge, but it was gorgeous. Mossy rocks frame the waterfall. Large oak trees completely surrounded it, creating some shade both in and out of the water. The leaves were beginning to turn red. Odd as it wasn't autumn, rather it was still far off. But you couldn't deny how beautiful it looked.

The water wasn't too deep in most areas. Allowing you guys to stand and swim. Yet, of course, Claudia, Sarah and Avi managed to find deep enough areas for them to jump into. Climbing as high as they could before jumping off. There was no one else around. Letting you guys enjoy this marvel all to yourselves. You'd come every day for the few days that you were there. Stay for a few hours, swim, wander, and sunbathe in the small areas where the sun showed.

It wasn't until the second day that things felt different. The area was still as beautiful, yet it felt different. Which didn't make sense. The water was the same, and the trees were still covering most of the falls. Everything was technically the same, but it wasn't. It felt different, you felt uneasy. It was unexplainable. The feeling got worse as the days went on. You assumed perhaps it was someone watching you guys. That there was another campsite nearby and they were watching. But when you asked Claudia, she stated there was no other campsite this close to yours or the falls. Especially since the falls were away from the "safe" campgrounds. It was strange, but nothing you couldn't ignore in order to enjoy your time out.

It was nearing the end of your stay. This was the last full day and night. Soon you'd be forced back to the city and back to your regular life. Your group decided to visit the falls one last time, which you didn't mind. One last goodbye. One last day of fun and relaxation.

"We should come back here for my birthday again."

Louis and a few other friends gave each other a look. A look of dread at the idea of climbing up the mountain again.

"I wouldn't mind that. The view and the falls kinda make up for the hike." Your words brought a smile to Claudia's face.

"Okay, so next year maybe we come back." Claudia started climbing up the side of the falls, trying to find a good rock to jump off of.

A rustle from the trees grabbed your attention. Trying to see where it came from. Maybe a bird? No, it was too much activity to be a bird. All you could see what the red and yellow of the tree leaves. You waited for something to move again, but it didn't happen. The leaves just slightly rustled with the wind.

"Umm... Did you guys hear that?"

"Hear what?"

No one heard or saw anything and no animal came out. No birds flew away. It was odd. The wind wasn't that strong, but everyone went back to enjoying the falls. You put the rustle of the leaves at the back of your mind and enjoyed the falls for the last day. Trying to use your last day to the best you could.

The last night was bittersweet. Sweet since you all would be in your own beds soon instead of the rocky ground. Bitter as you would have to leave such a marvel in order to go back to your normal life.

The group decided a bonfire would be a fantastic way to spend your last night. Make one bigger than the other nights. Cook some hot dogs and smores. Stare at the stars one last time. It was going to be a relaxing night before you guys would have to pack up the next morning and head back home. Luckily you guys still had a majority of leftover larger logs from the other fire night. But you would still need some kindling to add to the fire. You set off to collect some branches and twigs. Carrying as many as you could.

As you collected, you paid less attention to where you were going. Not realizing you were heading further into the woods than you should of. Leaving the clearing of the campgrounds. Leaving the safety of your group. Your mind was too busy focusing on collecting materials for the fire and trying to carry them. It wasn't until you heard something behind you, a crack of twigs on the floor that your mind was pulled elsewhere. Assuming it was one of your friends who were also out collecting twigs, you turned. The sight in front of you proved you wrong. Making you drop your collection in fear and shock. Instead of seeing a familiar face coming to collect you. There in front of you stood a tall figure. Like something out of a Greek myth. It had a human face, but as your eyes trailed down his neck. The human appearance ended. Its skin was covered by dark red feathers. Covering its torso and arms. Trailing all over its body. It was already much bigger than you, but when it spread its wings. Encompassing your sight. Forcing you to only see red, to only see it. Those beautiful trees you had once been surrounded by suddenly disappeared.

You had never seen anything like it. It appeared so bird-like, yet human at the same time. Its arms were moving, scratching at its head. As if curious and confused about what it was seeing. Your body froze, gazing at the creature gaping back at you. Taking a step back, trying to create some form of distance between the two of you. Only for it to mimic your movements. Trying to keep close. Stretching out its wings even more. As if to block your way fully. What was it? Your mind racked for some answer. There had to be something. An explanation of what this thing was. How something like this existed. Of why there was a human-like creature towering over you. Covered in feathers and possessing wings.

It wasn't that far from you, a few feet at most. Looking around you tried to gauge your best options. It was blocking your way straight back to your camp. The only other available route was behind you, deeper into to forest. Higher up the mountain. There was no other choice. It looked fast meaning it would probably get you no matter what. But why give it an easier time. If you went to the sides you would be closer to it and give it a better opportunity to grab you. Your only hope for getting away and surviving was to go deeper.

Giving one last look at the beast before you. Deciding there was no use waiting and staring. Giving it a chance to attack first. You bolted deeper into the woods. Jumping over every rock and branch. Ignoring the scratches and pain you received from the bushes and trees. It didn't matter, not when something worse was lurking behind you. All you had to was focus on running. Putting as much distance between the two of you before trying to figure out a way back to the camp to warn the others. Running as fast as your legs would let you go. Pushing yourself further and further. There had to be a way to get away and back to your friends. You couldn't die out here. You had to get away.

Your feet were burning. Trying to push through it, avoiding any low branches and roots. Tripping or falling would determine your doom. Your original plan of keeping track of where you were and where to go was soon abandoned. The woods all looked the same. Every tree, every bush, and every twig all looked the same.

Where were you? Was it still behind you? Why hadn't it caught you yet? After all, you had been running for so long. It didn't look like it was slow. Taking a moment to look behind you, you stopped when you realized it wasn't there anymore. Nothing was following you. You were alone. Perhaps you had lost it. Taking a few more moments to look back at the trees. Seeing if you could spot it hiding above, but there was nothing. It was gone.

It was odd to be alone in the woods now, after running for so long. All you could hear was the wind and your panting. Trying to catch your breath after running for so long. How far had you gone? How long had you been running? Would turning back be the right thing? The deeper you went into the woods the worse it would be. Turning back wouldn't be safe either. The monster could still be there. Waiting for you. Still watching. There was no right answer. Neither one would guarantee safety. Weighing your options, you went for getting back to the camp. Numbers meant safety, right? There would be more people to help you. It was the best of the worst. Even if it was still lurking nearby. It was obvious you wouldn't be getting away from it after all this time. At least in this way, you could maybe get back to them.

Taking a few more moments to catch your breath, you then headed back. You didn't have it in you to begin running again. Taking your time trying to figure out the route that led you here. Hoping it would lead you back. Trying to remember what you had passed. That tree did look familiar, but then again so did the others leading the opposite way. They all looked the same. How could you tell what you had passed on your way? Everything looked the exact same.

Not only were you lost, but every little thing made you paranoid. Every tiny sound made you snap your head in its direction. Scared that the beast was going to come back, to finish you off. Any snap of twigs or shake of trees made you flinch. You had never experienced this level of fear before. It was coursing through your whole body. Your anxiety kept climbing higher and higher as the sound continued. Only getting worse when the light from the sky began to fade away. It was like you were a child again. Seeing the light shine through your window at night from the street lights. Creating shadows in your room. Convincing yourself the boogeyman was there against your wall. Or that the pile of clothes was actually a monster peering at you, waiting for you to fall asleep before it struck. You wanted it to go away. To be out of the woods, to be with your friends again. Have a chance of actually getting out. Even though you weren't running back yet, you felt more exhausted than you did before. Your heart was pounding harder now. The anxiety forcing it to work over time. The fact it was going to be dark soon didn't help. The only thing you had on your side now was the sunlight, though soon it would leave.

You only realized you had found your way back when you heard one of your friends calling your name, it sounded like Austen. A light flashed from where your name was being called.

"I-I'm here."

The light flashed in your eyes, blinding you as the person came running towards you. It was Austen. Once he saw you he lowered his light. Letting you be able to actually see him.

"Wh-where did you- are you okay?"

He sounded worried. Seeing how dark it was you understood why. You had left when it was still light. They probably thought you had fallen and broken an ankle somewhere.

"We have to leave."

"What? We were worried sick. W-We thought you-"

"I said we have to leave." You had grabbed his shirt. Staring into his eyes. Pleading for him to listen.

"Calm down. Let's just get you back."

You tried to get him to hear you out, but instead, he tried to calm you down. Stating you were probably just scared of getting lost. Austin had wrapped his arm around you, leading you back to where you assumed the campsite was. He hushed you when you tried to explain what you had seen. Why you were out for so long. None of it was being heard. All he did was give comforting hums and nods as he led you away.

The rest of the group slowly made their way back to the campsite when they heard you were found. Each one hugging you and badgering you with questions. Yet, none seemed to listen when you tried to explain.

"We were terrified. We thought you had fallen off a cliff or something. What the hell!" Claudia was both worried and pissed.

"I told you! I saw something. It-"

"Enough with your fucking jokes. This isn't the time to be funny. We were worried-"

"I'm not making it up." Tears were streaming down your cheeks. Frustrated that Claudia wasn't listening. None of them were. "I swear Clau-"

"Was this some elaborate sick joke, huh?" She thought you went missing as a joke? "To scare us or something. Well-it-wasn't-fucking-funny." Claudia shoved you between each word.

Before you could counter her attack, there was a rustle of leaves from the trees and then a gust of wind in front of your face. Before your own eyes, Claudia was gone. Lifted away like the speed of light. Everyone froze. Confused about what just happened. Of where Claudia had gone. However, before anyone could speak there was a loud thud on the ground as something fell from the sky where she had just stood moments ago. Everyone took a step back. It was you who noticed what had fallen first. It was Claudia's bloody and mangled body laying there on the ground. Her head had been twisted. Blood poured from cuts along her arm and torso. In groups of three, like talon marks. Some looked incredibly deep.

"It's here." Your voice was cold. Thinking you were safe back at the camp was foolish.

"What the fuck-what the fuck."

"Is that?"

"It's Claudia"

No one knew what to do. It wasn't until Louis darted to the trail that you guys had come up on that others followed suit. Forgetting your belongings in hopes of finding safety somewhere else. All logic leaving everyone's bodies. It was ridiculous to head down into the woods when it was dark, but it beat staying near the dead body of your friend.

Everyone split up. Going at different speeds and different paths that lead down the mountain to the cars. You weren't sure if anyone had grabbed the keys. But at least you would be far away from what had happened. Once again, you were running in the woods at top speed. Unsure if you were going the right way as you jumped and dodged. Focused on getting away and staying upright. Pushing yourself faster as you heard screams. Those were your friends, those screams belonged to people you knew and loved. You should be helping, trying to get out as a group. But you weren't, you were running away from their screams and pleas for help. You were selfish, only caring about your survival. Staying alive was all you had on your mind. Claudia's mangled body plagued your mind. She was dead, she had died right in front of you. Her life ended so fast. Did she even have a chance to fight? Would you?

Your feet were burning. You had run more today than you ever had. Putting your body through it without any real break. Everything in you begged for you to slow down. To take a pause. The new noise that came from trees wouldn't let you. It sounded like something was moving. Gliding from one tree to the next. In the same direction you were running. You hoped it was a squirrel or something. Though you know better. It was that thing, it had killed all your friends and now it was your turn. You were going to die here on this mountain. Just like the others. What would they say on the news? What would they tell your parents? That there was a freak accident? A cougar did it?

Your thoughts were wiped from your mind when you were pushed down. Something had come from behind and shoved you down. Your face was pressed into the dirt. While a weight was placed on your back keeping you down. You knew what it was. You could feel the talons, placed on your back getting ready to dig into your flesh. You were as good as dead. Just another body they'd have to clean up in the morning. That poor ranger would probably be the first to discover you guys. You waited, giving your last moments to think about everyone you loved. Giving a silent, one-sided goodbye. However, nothing came. No final blow. No intense pain. Just the pressure on your back.

"Y-you-you g-good?"

Did, did it speak? How could it do that? You placed your hands on the ground to steady yourself as you slowly turned your head back to make sure it really was the creature. The same startling yellow eyes as earlier met you once again. It was staring down at you. Its face was bizarre, earlier it had more of an intrigued look to it. Now it looked more... concerned?

"What?"

"G-good?"

Its voice was deep, it sounded strained. As if it was having a difficult time talking. Like the words leaving its mouth were foreign.

"You-you can talk?"

It nodded. A smile spread on its face. Revealing two rows of sharp teeth. Sending a shiver down your spine. This thing could talk and it was asking you if you were okay. That didn't make sense. Was it mocking you before it killed you? Maybe it was copying a human's speech without knowing what it meant. So you waited. Shutting your eyes you waited for its talons to dig in and for it to get bored.

"Y-you good? Good?"

The creature had flipped you around. Getting off quickly to move you before getting back over you. Placing its bent legs on either side of you. Still peering down at you. Waiting for an answer. Your back was now pressed into the dirt. Opening your eyes, you stared at the creature. Wondering what the hell it was trying to do. Asking you if you were good as if it wasn't going to kill you like it had done to the others.

"I-I-I."

There were no words to say. All you could do was slightly nod. What else could you say? It had just killed your friends. How could you be good when this creature had trapped you?

It copied your movement, nodding back at you slowly. Then its hands found your face. Holding your chin, making you nod again and again. It looked fascinated by your head movement. Making you nod over and over. You let it until one of its talons scratched your cheek. Making you flinch in pain and try to push its hand away. Its hand didn't move. Rather it wiped away the blood. Letting its taloned finger linger on your cheek. Gentler this time.

"Ple-please don't h-hurt me."

"Please? Hurt?"

It was repeating your words again. Seeing how they felt on its tongue. It didn't seem to fully understand what the words meant, or at least in that context. Repeating the words again. Its voice was getting better at mimicking more of a human tone. Sounding more and more like a familiar voice. It took a moment to realize why, it was mimicking your own voice along with your friends. Trying to find its own tune within others. That meant it had been watching you guys for longer than just today. You doubted that argument with Claudia gave enough for it to sound like her. Or even the screams and pleas of the others as they died. It had to of been around much longer. The thought made you sick. Thinking about how that feeling at the falls held truth. You guys were never alone.

"Me K-Keigo." It was talking again. Holding one of its hands to its chest. As if pointing to itself.

"Keigo?"

It flashed you its teeth again with its smile. As if proud that you were able to copy it. Keigo. Keigo. Why was it saying... oh, its name. It was telling you its name. Taking your hand, the creature placed it on your chest. Slightly pushing down on you. Trying to signal for you to copy it. Gathering any boldness you had, you told it your name. Barely above a whisper, but it didn't matter. It heard you. Copying your name over and over like the other words.

Your eyes drifted across its body. Trying to see if you could move your legs enough to knee it and run. However, that's when you noticed the blood. Trailing along its body. Covering its torso, legs and arms. It had blended in so well with its red feathers you hadn't noticed earlier. So it had killed them. They were all gone, dead. Meaning there would be no one to hear you cry out. No one to call for help or even come look for you after getting help. You were on your own. Alone with this monster who seemed to take enjoyment in you.

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The Predator Café - Chapter 5

The giantess's eyes blinked a couple of times as she seemed to consider how to reply to his question. Pip pulled the t-shirt she had lent him around himself as he sat down, still mere inches away from the tip of her nose.

"Well... where I'm from; it's not unusual for folk to eat a mixture of both meat and vegetables. If ya' don't supplement whatever nutrition one of them gives you ,with something from the other side, we can actually get sick eventually..."

It was as if a mountain had stated it could be toppled by something as small as a stream, the idea that anything could affect his goddess was a concept that he struggled to accept. He still listened, he had to know the important aspects about her if he was to host her at some point; he'd need to know these things.

He lost concentration for a moment at the idea of having her over. First an image of her sat on his dorm room bed, she was his height and alone with him, before the image corrected and he addressed the idea she'd have to eat from the window if she was to come over.

"-so, they probably came about because of this food scarcity, ya' know? Eat what ya' can, when ya' can." He turned back in at the end of an explanation, but he got the gist of what she was saying.

There were stories of how inhospitable their home world used to be. Apparently, people his size, prey or predator, would have had to have a human escort at all times. Whilst they had tamed their world completely, they kept feral predators as pets and couldn't promise that these pets wouldn't brutally murder visitors to the little blue green marble. Still, that wasn’t a problem anymore, not with Sol-3 being a collection of cold, dead rocks now.

Pip's stomach took this moment to remind the both of them that it hadn't had anything to eat in several hours and all the excitement had rendered him quite hungry. He'd come to the premature conclusion that she wouldn't be able to feed him, but with the revelation that the Humans were even weirder than initially thought; his body didn't want to delay any further. Pip died slightly inside as it spoke up to completely interrupt Natasha mid-sentence.

She abruptly stopped, freezing in place, as her eyes darted to his belly and back up to his face before breaking out into playful, spontaneous laughter.

Pip couldn't help but join her. Her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Morning bird song would never gold a candle to it nor would the grandest of symphonies match the butterflies it caused to flutter deep within him.

Pip swore he'd do anything he could to hear it again, but right now, perhaps addressing his rather rude stomach would be for the best.

"Wait right there sugar, I'll get ya' somethin' right away. Ma and Pa would kill me if they thought I was starvin' ya'."

Her massive bulk rolled abruptly away from him, her tree trunk legs twisting to catch her. She walked away into another room of her home that he hadn't seen yet. He heard her call back from, what he assumed, would be a kitchen.

"Anything ya' need? I got a bit of everything, just nothing too fancy.."

He replied with; "Any fruit would be nice please? Ah, thank you!"

A moment ticked by.

"Hun'?" She asked peeking her head around the door again.

"Sorry, I said any fruit would be lovely thank you?"

"Oh okay, I just didn't hear ya' love." And she disappeared again, leaving him alone on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes again as he tried to process how quickly his life had gone completely off the rails. 

So much for being a respectable Prey.

Glancing around himself now that he had a moment, he looked at the strange plush again. Gathering up his 'toga' around himself he made the hike to the pillows. In all honesty, it wasn't that far to go, it just wasn't an easy amble as the floor moved and dipped with every step.

The plushie was almost a match for his exact height and seemed to resemble a known space faring species, long ears, buck teeth and a comically rotund belly. Pushing a finger into said stomach deformed it readily.

He didn't know how to respond to finding a life-sized stuffed doll of a Prey on her bed. No judgments of course, she was perfect in every way, why would he judge her for whatever made her happy?

But what if that was it? Was it decorative? Was she just talking to him because he was the next best thing? Did she even like him? Was this real?

His mind left to its own devices without a significant source to his happiness, left him doubting everything positive that had happened to him in the last twelve hours. It was an awful trait of his, but without his goddess being present, all the dark and moody thoughts crept back in to threaten the positive ones that she had brought to him.

Pip tried to go through some breathing exercises like he'd been told to do when he began to spiral. His mental health had become such a fragile thing of late.

"Here we go darlin'! Oh, where'd ya' go?" She asked as she strolled into the room holding a bowl alongside a set of clear packages on the other hand.

Putting two fingers in his mouth, he blew hard, releasing a clear whistle that brought those eyes back to him instantly. A relieved and warm smile broke out.

"I think it's time I put a bell around ya' neck or something. I'm terrified imma' step on you or somethin'." 

'I'd willingly let you put the collar on, if it would make you happy.' Pip thought silently to himself.

She placed the bowl next to him, near the pillows and laid back down on the bed on her front. 

She placed the two other packages down next to her.

The bowl contained a pile of red pitted fruit that Pip had never seen before. They had been cut up and on review were dry on the outside with a juicy inside that left red stains along the sides of the white porcelain. Her food however, gave Pip pause.

One packet seemed to be individual lumps of a white solidified paste with green or red herbs sprinkled on top, while the other was evidently something made of meat. Multiple overlapping circles of thinly sliced blotchy red meat.

"Ah, ya seen it. Well, here's my question, if ya' don't mind answering it. Can you handle me eating meat in front of ya'? If ya' can't, I don't mind none, but I need to know now before I end up upsetting ya' in future."

She extended a finger and using a knuckle brought his head up to meet her eyes.

"I need honesty, now hun'."

Pip blinked and swallowed past the digit holding his head up. She was trying to think about him, she was concerned and conscious about how her own eating habits might affect him. Nobody had worried about that in the past; he'd been present to gangs of predators tearing into what was obviously once a living breathing creature whilst he'd been sat there with neither a care nor a glance at him or his feelings.

He felt…

He felt seen by her, like she wasn't just pretending, like he was just as tall as everyone else in the world when he was under her gaze.

"It's okay, I trust you." He whispered.

In hindsight he wondered if she'd even heard him, but she nodded and her knuckle released his chin, but her fingers gently stroked his cheek before they retreated and she grabbed the edge of the plastic wrapping. With a violent jerk and a tearing noise, a spicy rich smell emanated from the meat.

He had no desire to try it, the thought made his stomach roll like normal, but it didn't smell bad. The 'white-lump' package was opened next. Pip, not wanting to be left behind, reached into his bowl and retrieved a large chunk.

He wasn't sure just how hungry Natasha thought he was, but the small pile of diced fruit was almost as large as he was. If he were to eat all of this, he would technically be more fruit than Chintian.

'Maybe she's fattening me up...' he mused as he tentatively took a bite of a reasonably sized piece. It was sweet, incredibly sweet. His cheeks hurt from how sweet it was, but this of course, did not stop him from taking a second bite.

"What is this?" Pip asked between mouthfuls, mentally noting that he probably needed to wipe his mouth.

Natasha paused in her actions as she was about to drop a lump-wrapped-in-meat package into her maw.

"Strawberrys! My family grabbed a whole bunch of seed packets during the evacuation. They send me care packages every now an’ then." She explained before popping the red parcel into her mouth and began to chew it.

“Them there is prob’ the most valuable thing’ I got here.” She admitted with a shrug.

Pip couldn't help but stare. He was confused how they would develop to handle everything. Was there anything they couldn't eat? How were their teeth set out? It was like finding out that gravity was optional. 

He had so many questions.

“What have you got?”

“Pepperoni and cheese, or close ‘nuff”

There was a lull in the conversation as Pip watched her.

She was staring at him too as she slowly peeled slices free from one package before picking up a white lump and rolling it up in the meat with a practised dexterity.

"You're staring hun'..."

"So are you." He replied, immediately pausing to apologise for his curt response, but she giggled with her mouth full.

"Mm, I think, mm.. just a sec'."

A swallow.

"I think we need to get our curiosity out the way, what do ya' say?"

Pip paused as he finished his own mouthful.

"And how do we do that?"

She held up a finger to emphasise her idea, it was stained orange with grease. He watched her lick it clean before she continued. 

"We take it in turns to ask questions. One at a time, no judgments and full honesty. Thoughts?"

A chance to ask any question he wanted? What would she want to know? What if it was embarrassing? What if she didn't like his answer?

'Lie' a oily dark corner of his mind suggested.

Pip couldn't do that to her, not just morally, but he honestly felt like he would wither away under her gaze if he deliberately misled her.

"No judgement?" He enquired.

She blinked slowly as her head tilted to the side with a smile and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed; 

"No judgment. Honestly babe, I don't think there's anythin' ya' could say that would shock me."

"Okay, full disclosure." Pip agreed, oddly feeling like he'd just signed a dubious contract.

"Full disclosure then, do you wanna' go first?"

"Er, no. L-ladies first, please."

"Ever the gentleman, ya' lil' cutie. Okay, this one's been burnin' at me since I learnt about it. How come ya' all call yourselves 'Prey'?"

Not how he thought the questions would begin, he wasn't even sure if he was understanding her question right, so he started to explain slowly.

"Well, it's because we're not Predators? I mean, aside from Humans being weird and all that, if you're Prey, you're a Prey, if you're not, you're a Predator?"

"No! I meant, like, is that not a negative thing? Why would ya'll put ya' selves down like that?"

It took a moment for Pip's mind to jump from one train of thought to another.

"Oh! Oooh! I see what you mean! Oh, this is good that you asked, you'd look a bit odd if this came out in conversation." Pip stepped around the bowl as he began to explain, using his arms to emphasise his points. His nervousness and subconscious desire to keep the bowl between himself and Natasha was forgotten at this moment.

"So that way of thinking is considered archaic nowadays. Way back when it did have those connotations there were plenty of Predators who used it as a term of insult or to put people 'in their place'." He said, creating air quotes with his fingers before continuing.

"After the war it was re-examined and it gained a new meaning. Rather than referring to something weak, it was used as a symbol of pride; a mark of resistance and resilience and coming together. The Predators had this too, but in a different manner, they weren't to be referred to as if they were feral drooling monsters, but proud and brave creatures that could use their strength to protect those who couldn't."

Pip shrugged and made a face as he conceded; "Sure, there are those who still use the words with the old inflections and meanings behind it, but they're an old and dying breed. Racists like that always die out eventually, it's just a shame they make so much noise before they go extinct."

He didn't want to talk about the rumours and the missing folk, not yet. He wanted to impress the Human with their respectful ways for each other, not the criminal element.

"Okay, your turn." She pointed out whilst putting another lump of food into her mouth before resting her chin on her hands, staring at him. Pip felt it should be more off putting to be stared at in that way, but he just didn't feel as scared as before.

"Okay, my question, err... why the Café? You could walk into any job within reason just for the sake of being Human, take into account how you seem sharp to me, I bet there's not much you couldn't do?"

She 'hummed' and thought for a moment.

"So, I didn't know where I wanted to go or even what I wanted to do. If I’d stayed at the station; then chances are I would have ended up as a 'Robot Wellness Monitor' in one of those god-awful warehouses." Her nose crinkled at the thought, Pip assumed it wasn't a pleasant role.

"But then we weren't stuck there. The TGC just up and let us travel an’ we suddenly could go anywhere we wanted and not only just survive but thrive on alien worlds far beyond what we ever dreamed."

She had slowly drifted away to look off into the distance at this point, but her eyes came back to Pip.

"I let fate decide where I was to go." She said mysteriously, 'which fits her to a 'T'' he smirked to himself.

"I got on the first transport I could after securing this place. It only took a week of travel, I honestly thought it would take far longer so I could get to know folk and develop an idea of what I wanted to do. But I ended up sat here with some coupons that ya' government gave me to tide me over and a complete and overwhelming sense of being hopelessly lost.”

Pip tilted his head up at her; 

“Lost?”

“I was so desperate to get away I hadn't really thought about what I'd do. I didn't realise how easy it was to get a job out here was though, ya' government even offered to put me in a couple of glorified mascot suits. Eventually I just went for a walk to get some air when I saw the Café."

She laid her head on the bed on top of her hand, now she looked at him from below, he remained still as he patiently waited for her to continue.

“I thought it would be perfect to meet plenty of new people; I could get to know the staff, maybe make some friends. Turns out the first customer I got to stay and order was the best I could have hoped for. I kinda' hope he wants to be friends with me. I'd like that; it's lonely out in the stars.” She said as some of her hair fell over her face, a smile lop sided smile had grown on side of her lips..

“I think if they were smart, they'd want to be friends with you too Natasha.” Pip said at barely above a whisper.

“Your turn hun'.” Her smirk developed into a full smile. Was her face going red?

“Did you not get any friends out of the staff? I thought the Predators all stuck together?”

She gave a half-hearted smile; 

“They were nice, don't get me wrong, but they were so intense all the time. It's like they just didn't take a breath, ya' know? I doubt any of 'em would be chill to get a beer with.”

Now it was Pip's turn to smile ruefully; “Yeah, that's what a lot of Prey 'folk' say about them. It puts us all on edge. It's like you're expecting them to snap?”

A broad grin from her again; 

“I know, right!? Well, I think I want to know a bit more about you Pip.”

He swallowed as he sat down crossed legged and steeled his nerve. 

“I'm yours to discover. What would you like to know?”

“Hey that's a question!” she teased, breaking Pip's serious expression.

“Okay, so, I know what ya' look like, but I have no idea; what are ya' Pip?”

“I'm a mammal.” He offered uselessly.

She fixed him with a penetrating stare through her eyebrows.

“Okay, okay! I'm a Chintian male. I'm 20 and I'm currently trying to get through college to get a glorified engineering degree. My kind hail from a savanna-like planet called 'Cinroul'.” Pip counted his points off his fingers as if checking bullet points off a list.

”We are an extremely social species, being on our own is very unhealthy for us. Our families are typically numerous, my own currently sits at around 150 cousins or nephews at last count. I can confirm; It is pure hell when we meet for a family gathering, especially for whatever poor unsuspecting town we settle on to descend upon!” He joked.

“Honestly, what you see is what you get. I can't talk for the rest of my kind, but what am I in particular? I'm... I wasn't in the best of places the night I met you, but now? What I am is grateful you wanted to talk to me and that you let me stay over.” He finished deliberately meeting her eye. He hoped he would impress upon her the depth of his meaning.

“I'm not sure how to word my next question... How- Are Humans Predators?”

“Ooh, a good one. Yes, but also no.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Oh shush, I'm trying to figure out how to explain it to ya'.”

Pip licked some of the strawberry's residue off his fingertips, wholly dyed red.

“Okay, so we started as 'prey' to a degree. But we figured out how to hunt in our own way? We have characteristics of both groups. Even as kids, we play 'hide and seek', you could interpret that as children acting as both prey and predator in practice. If we see a shadow overhead, we'll look up to see what it is, is that us checking for danger? Do Predators do that?”

Pip didn't answer but conceded the point to her, it was odd for these traits to exist within someone who just 'looked' like a Predator.

“I don't get it though, your eyes are forward facing? Even without seeing your teeth, that's a pure sign of being a hunter!”

She shrugged into the bed; “I don't know what to tell ya' hun'. You'd need to talk to a biologist or somethin'. And my teeth ain't nothin' like the proper Preds. My back ones are flat.. ish.. they're for plants and all that.”

He didn't know that, he hadn't the opportunity to count her teeth yet and whilst he trusted her at this point, he still didn't feel the need to ask to see them.

“Can I touch you?” She asked quietly. 

Pip looked up as his train of thought derailed completely.

“I.. er.. you've already touched me?”

“I meant, I want to feel ya' fur, I've picked ya' up when I've needed to because ya' said I could and I had to, to fix ya' issues at those times. I want to know what ya' feel like without me holding ya' or nothin'.”

He hesitated. Impossibly, he hesitated despite this being a lingering fantasy at the back of his mind.

“Okay.”

Her arm extended from her side and her hand approached from above. Her index finger was lower than the rest as she brought her whole hand down towards him. He tensed as he felt her get close, before a soft, warm pressure touched the top of his head. It trailed down the back of his skull, past his neck and down his back. It pushed the t-shirt downwards without effort as she traced his whole spine before stopping just before his tail.

His whole body shivered.

“Can I touch your tail too?”

He felt bold, bringing the sensitive appendage round into his hands; 

“That's a second question... “

Her hand dropped onto the bed behind him. She wasn't touching him, but she was surrounding him none the less.

“Go on then hun', make it a good one.”

“W-why do you like me, Natasha? I'm glad you do, but.. we're.. we're very different. You could be friends with anyone, you know?”

He worried himself with his tail, avoiding looking at her.

“Because ya' were honest, Pip. Intentional or not, ya' can't hide what ya' feeling, I can see what ya' emotions are from just lookin' at ya' ears, ya' tail or how you scratch at ya' neck or arms.”

She sighed through her nose before continuing.

“Back home, I didn't have a great taste in guys, I trusted 'em, when I should have run. Then here's a guy who's as transparent as they come, but he's genuine. He's not human, but what does that matter? I've only known ya' a blink, but I honestly think I can trust ya' Pip. I want to trust ya'.”

“You can Natasha, I want you to know; there's not a lot I can do, but you can rely on me. I promise you...”

“I believe you honey. So why do you like me then?”

Pip smiled as he met her gaze this time.

“You treated me like I was the same as you. Like I was a Human or a Predator or-or-or someone tall.” His words failed him briefly before he picked his thought back up.

”I wasn't... I wasn't 'me' when you looked at me. I suddenly existed, Natasha, because you could see me. My life is one of being unseen by most people because that's the way of things. I don't know anyone else who makes me feel like I matter like you do when you look at me. It's not just an acknowledgement that I'm there, it's like you breathed life into my life again.”

He couldn't stop the words once they started to flow. He thought back to the grey world of his life without her. He had to express what she meant to him, honestly and completely exposed to her.

“When you're in the room, you're the whole world. I-I don't know how else to explain it.”

She was silent for a moment and a second one too. Her hand came round and gentle fingers worked their way under his arm, running down his forearm and wrist to grasp his tiny hand in her massive hand.

“Please understand; that ya' perfect Pip. Don't ever wish to be different, ya' as perfect as they come honey. I didn't know that you felt that way about ya' self babe and it's not healthy.”

“I know... but that's not.. it's not something you need to worry about. I'll be fine.”

“Friends worry about friends Pip; I'm not going to let ya' work through this on ya' own.”

He couldn't say anything, he felt a lump in the back of his throat and all she did was lay there rubbing her great fingers back and forth across his arm.

She didn't rush him or judge or make light of his struggling to get himself back together.

He didn't know how long they were there like that until he felt like he could survive meeting her gaze again. But she was still there, eyes filled with naught but care and support.

He gave a smile of his own that reached his eyes.

“I think we need to think about getting some sleep hun'. It's been a long night and while it may technically be 'morning', I think it would be better if we just lay here for a bit.” She suggested as she stopped rubbing his arm, but kept her hand directly next to him.

He lowered his arm on top of her hand as he nodded; 

“I think that would be a good idea. I kind of need noise though, do you have a television we can put on quiet?” He asked hopefully, it was one of the few ways that put him to sleep without fail.

“Of course, let me just clear this stuff.” She collected the remnants of the food packages and bowl placing on her desk before turning on the screen that was attached to the wall above the desk and flicking through the channels.

“-Now with additional benefits!”

“-ain't big enough for the two-”

“-napping of an unidentified male-”

“I aim to misbehave...”

“Oh, this one is a fine show to fall asleep to.” Natasha stated putting the remote down on the bed and clambering back onto it with Pip.

He settled himself leaning against her pillow at the top of the bed with Natasha resting her head on the pillow proper. She had removed the plushie, she had said it was a 'rabbit' that was a gift she had kept since childhood and never really wanted to be rid of it. Pip thought of the coincidence of its appearance, but didn't dwell on it.

It didn't take long before Natasha's breathing became deep and even, this gave Pip a rhythm to listen to, which slowly lulled him to sleep.

His slumber wasn't uneventful however; his dreams were ones of running, of trying to keep up with Natasha as she walked away from him along the surface of his home planet. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't keep up with the colossus.

He woke with a jolt as a hand landed on top of him snapping him out of his distressing dream. He had slipped down from the pillow so he was flat against the mattress now. Looking to his left he saw Natasha was still sound asleep but her hand had landed on him and had gripped slightly. He placed his hands underneath himself and attempted to extract himself from her grip.

This caused an immediate response as she gripped tighter before rolling towards him. It was quite intimidating watching a wall of giant fall towards him, but she stopped and merely pulled him towards herself in her sleep.

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Natasha rested soundly as she held her favoured 'rabbit' to herself like she did most nights.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #chintian #chipmunk #size difference #sizeplay #sizetumblr

[pinkydevil16]

Sunshine Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen reader: part 15

18+ smut, death

Y/n had not been able to leave Cannibal for 2 days after Rhaenys and her dragon had broken through from the pit, anyone tried to get close was almost burnt to a crisp, his growl scaring everyone off. Only allowing her to go a few meters away before his wing would cut her off and lightly pull her back to him, Y/n tried to coax him to let her go but he was on high alert. Vhagar had tried to cuddle him and received a tail whip in response, the female growling at him and laying as close as he would let her, Y/n worried he would try to harm any dragons even if they weren't a threat. Cannibal finally allowed her to be taken from him by Aemond, Y/n smiling at him brightly as he allowed Vhagar to cuddle into him once again, the two rubbing noses before sleeping. 

"I missed you, i thought he would never give you back." Y/n laughed as she looked back at Cannibal, he seemed so sweet curled up with Vhagar. 

"He is protective, i am just glad he did not attack anyone. I heard our grandfather said my baby was protecting Aegon and warding a threat to our sister." Aemond wrapped his arms around her, she smelt of dragon and smoke, placing a kiss on her cheek as she glowed whilst looking at him.

"That cunt Otto will get what is coming to him although he is right Rhaenyra will never be queen Y/n, Aegon has settled into being king but we would be a much better match." He whispered in her ear, his hands grabbing anywhere he could as he pushed her against the wall. It had been too long without her and he was needy, she felt him against her thigh as he hiked her leg up to his waist wanting to be as close a possible. The sound of foot steps making them pull apart, Cannibal opening his eye to see who dared disturb them, Otto walked towards them with an odd glint in his eyes. 

"Hello Princess i see your beast has finally allowed you relief, we did wonder if we'd have to force him to. It is unladylike to be kept captive by ones...Pet. And now to be committing such acts as though this is the silken streets."Y/n's eyes widened at his subtle threat to her dragon, her eyes darkening and the room seemed to grow colder. His insinuation of calling Y/n a whore and Aemond her customer making the latter lose his composure. Cannibal moved his head up, his piercing eyes staring at Otto a deep growl coming from him as Otto stepped closer to Y/n. A sword pointed towards him before he could get within touching distance, Otto stopping as the sharp blade nicked his chin. Gulping as he raised his hands only now taking notice of Cannibal's beady eyes watching his every move teeth bared in warning. 

"If you take another step i shall cut you down and feed you to Cannibal." Aemond spat, he did not take lightly to the threats and odd comments. Otto stepped back, apologising and going to leave but Aemond decided he had enough of his grandfather slicing down his back making the older man fall to the ground. Aemond turning him towards Cannibal who rose, his mouth opened as Aemond threw Otto onto the ground. 

"You dare insinuate my wife is a whore, you pitiful useless man." Aemond ripped Otto's mouth opening using his dagger to slice out his tongue, the man screaming in pain before Cannibal clamped his jaw over him. Y/n pulled Aemond back her grandfather's tongue in his hand still, she glowed with pride as she kissed him.

"Thank you for defending my honour husband." Y/n turned to Cannibal looking into his eyes and thanking him, the older dragon laying back next to Vhagar who blew smoke in his face. 

Y/n bathed soaking the smell of Cannibal from her, Aemond dismissing the maids as he climbed in behind her, the two resting in the warm water. His hands washing away the dirt and dust from the last few days, his hands massaging her head, small enjoyable moans coming from her as he chuckled.

"Keep making those pretty noises and the floor will be flooded." Y/n blushed as she felt his harden against her naked back, pushing her legs together, Aemond washing the soap from her hair letting his nimble hands trail down her body. Cupping her breast as his other slipped between her legs, his fingers swirling around her clit as she squirmed getting her ready for him to take her. Aemond whispered words of praise in her ear as he manhandled her, turning and pushing her against the side of the large bath pool, slipping inside of her as he left open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.

"We shall be married by tomorrow's days end, you will be my wife, all mine in the eyes of the gods." Y/n repeated his words, all his as he bounced her up, thrusting harshly into her as the water splashed over the sides. Her nails digging into his shoulders as her back dragged against the side, her legs tightening against him as he fucked into her. Her breasts moving against his chest, her stomach tightening before she came around him, Aemond following close behind her as he moaned her name.

"All mine." They both spoke as they kissed. 

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[seabshop]

I like to think that after the events of Serial Experiments Lain, Lain wants to push away all the technological stuff that plagued her past life and pursues interests like hiking, feeding birds, climbing abandoned buildings, and collecting vinyl. Since listening to music digitally is a no-go, Lain begins to rack up a collection of record players and records (what records does she have in her collection? All of the music THAT I LIKE!!!) One day while at the record store, she overhears some commotion going on in the next aisle, she peers over and sees dave trying to play a makeshift turntable using items off the shelves while the storeowner tries to pull him off the ground but Dave is in a thick pool of bioliquid that keeps him stuck to the floor. Lain didn't really dabble in electronic music because of her history but hearing this strange boy playing such a familiar song... she stepped in to intervene. She reached her hand out to Dave and insisted she pay for the items used in his makeshift turntable. Dave completely expected to leave the record store with his face plastered on the walls in more ways than one, but no! Not only did he get out of this unscathed, He was able to get a free random access memories record!! This was the jackpot! Entirely absorbed in the record with stars in his eyes and drool going down his chin, he didn't even notice Lain was still there crouched with her head tilted, studying him. She turned her gaze towards the record in Dave's hand and asked him if that was the one with the song that he was playing in the store. Dave groggily wakes up from his dream and realizes that Lain is infront of him.

"PSSH, yeah. Its nothing. You a big daftpunk fan too?"

"Uh, no... I haven't really been down the aisle that was on. Maybe thats why we haven't seen eachother before?"

"Oh so you're a fake fan then, huh?"

"Uhm."

In Daves attempt to appear strong, it pushed Lain alittle further back into her shell and noticing this he retaliated,

"Well, If you wanna become a man of culture, I could help you out and recommend... Maybe acouple artists.."

Months pass and the two become super close, from Dave wink-wink nudging Lain to listen to Hatsune Miku and Porter Robinson to Mr strider making full blown playlists for Lain to listen to. And one day they walk down that street to revisit that record store again and Lain has to preemptively assure the store owner that Dave wont go bonkers again. Lain goes down a new aisle that she wouldn't have gone down before meeting Dave. Dave plucks a bright pink record out of the shelf and holds it up towards Lain.

"Hey, happy birthday."

"What. Dave, my birthday was like, two weeks ago?"

"I know but I thought that some really corny playlist wasn't enough and... It's cool that you add onto my raps sometimes."

Strider is looking dead at the ground but instead of pushing him, Lain just smiles and grabs the record out of his hand.

"So what artist is thi-"

THE END!!!

p.s. I'm sorry if some of this is out of character, I took a break from reading homestuck around 1200-something like 5 months ago so stuff is not fresh in my brain. But i do remember strider being a funny sharp dude who, although tries to keep up a cool front, he's got a warm side. And he'd probably gatekeep the hell out of kikuo.

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[starryeyedadmirer]

Jeremy Hutchins: Run for My Money | Drive Shack p.3

!!CW!! — None

Words: 617

Part 1 | Part 2

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"Alright. You happy now, Big Boy?" You chuckle, walking close beside Jeremy in the parking lot. "Two whole containers of cheese fries, extra cheese, and a cold, watered down soda... all for a whopping twenty-eight dollars. Can't say I don't take care of you... or that I don't feed you well."

"No, I can't... but it's the experience you're paying for, right? That's why it costs so much." The red and white boxes of fries stacked in his arms, and the over-iced drink held tight in his hand, Jeremy shoots you a charming smile... one that shows off all of the melted cheese that's already gotten stuck in his teeth. "It's, like, the ambiance of it all. And twenty-eight's not that bad... not for Drive Shack."

Drive Shack’s prices have always been steep, ever since they first opened in your area. Their going rate for an hour-long slot for two adults, on a Saturday afternoon, will run a man eighty dollars... and that deal doesn't even include food and drinks. The numbers that they charge once you get inside are just as insane. $20 for a poorly cooked burger... $26 for a small pizza, with hardly any toppings on it... and $30 for an alcoholic beverage. It's complete highway robbery... but they're the only driving range on this side of the city, so they're able to get away with it. You knew that they were expensive when you booked your slot for the evening anyway... but thirty bucks for two orders of cheese fries and a medium-sized drink is just pouring salt on the wound.

"Yeah... whatever. I guess it's worth it then... just as long as you eat every single fry in those boxes. I want both of those things empty by the time we get home... and that includes the cheese too. Oh, and I get to tax your drink as much as I want." Coming up on your parking space, you pull your keys out of your pocket and unlock your car.

"You gonna feed 'em to me? Make sure I don't miss one?" His hands full, he walks over to the passenger side door, and waits for you to help him into the vehicle — a chivalrous gesture, and something that you would do for him even if they were free. "You got pretty upset with me earlier, when I didn't finish my pizza. Don't wanna piss you off again tonight."

"Shit... as much as I want to, I gotta drive us home, Baby. I can't be distracted." You take one of the boxes down from his arm — covering your fingers in cheese and chives shavings — and open his door. "Watch your head." You advise him as he climbs into the low-sitting Porsche. "And don't get any of that cheese on my seat. I just cleaned them off, the other day."

"Okay, boss man. Don't worry. These'll be gone before I can even spill a drop of it. I promise."

"Yeah, they better be. Here." You hand him the box that you took, and suck the big globs of fake cheddar off your hand. As much as you'd hate for him to spill any of it in your car, it would anger you even more if you got cheese on your steering wheel too... made it all sticky. "Now... hike up that shirt and get to eating. We're hitting the road, Big Boy." Eager to get home and taste his skin again, you dash over to the driver's side and jump into the car — starting it up, backing out of the space, and driving onto the open road, in thirty seconds flat. "I wanna watch that belly grow!"

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⬅️ Part 2

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Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

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[badwithten]

camping with skz hyung line - delulu head cannons

PAIRING SKZ hyung line (Bangchan, Lee Know, Changbin & Hyunjin) x fem!reader

GENRE fluff

WORD COUNT 1.6k

this is very self indulgent but it is 11pm on my 18th birthday when i’m writing this and my mother is sleeping and we are in the middle of no where camping/staying in some cabins with no power or reception so i’m writing this on notes app bc i can’t sleep early so i am just up and i want to be delusional and go camping with skz (changbin but lets give them all a chance ig 🙄) 

in saying that its self indulgent its more of a warning that i’m writing this reader based on me! usually i don’t do this and try to keep everything as neutral as i can (ik i still only write fem!reader but still i try make it as inclusive fem as i can be!)  but for this y/n is def based on how i am camping which happens to be kinda stereotypical girl “omg im scared of bug come save me” which i know isn’t true for all fem people but it is for me and its my birthday so let me be delusional! 

with that in mind, if you still decide to read these i hope you enjoy! might expand onto the maknae line if this is something that is received well? i’ve never really written headcanons so we’ll see!

also also, i know since lee knows camping vlogs theres be a lot of camping with skz stuff but once again, idc bc i am camping now so this is what i want lmao

chan 

chan is definitely the ‘i am prepared, I’ve got you babe’ which quickly turns into ‘omg this fire isn’t staying lit and its cold af right now”

like he comes well prepared, buying and packing the best gear money can get

but no matter how fancy the tent, it is no use if you can’t put it up!

using the limited knowledge the two of you have, you manage to wrangle the tent up just before dark

although this wasted all of the time you had to do any hiking or adventuring for the day. you can’t say you’re to mad to skip to the cuddling

once again, he purchased a whole lot of fire starters and fancy lighters, but the two of you still struggled to get a stable fire going

eventually though, you’re both warm and feed by the fire

he bought his guitar and plays your favourite songs for you

you’re lucky that you’re out on such a clear night, able to watch the stars and listen to your partner sing for you

after a long day of getting lost in the endless pages instruction pamphlets, its finally time  to call it a night

chan thought it would be cute to get matching animal sleeping bags

he got a wolf and when he asked which one you were gonna get you chose a regular adult one

he was disappointed in your lack of humour but now he regrets not doing the same

the child size sleeping bag not even fighting one of his legs

“room in there for two?” how could you say no

lots of cuddles and late night talks, its the first time its truely just been the two of you for a long time

no sounds of the city, no loud neighbours and none of the kids disturbing the peace!

when you wake up though its a sweaty mess, tents get so hot in the sun and waking up to a warm body pressed against you is the last thing you want!

minho

ok this one is a bit hard to be crazy for bc we’ve seen him camping

but that doesn’t make it any less,,, writeable? 

if we saw a chart of “thinks their prepared, is not prepared vs thinks their prepared, is prepared” where do you think chan and minho would sit??

the camp site we’ve seen in his vlog and then his bubble messages is his little get away when his life gets too crazy

its just him and nature (plus some cats. that man is a legit cat magnet and i am so jealous!)

he doesn’t even want to bring any of the members or his friends there

its his place, all he has to worry about is himself

and its not even a worry! he enjoys cooking so feeding himself is a simple task,,, and thats all he’s sorta required to do there

but not long after he started dating you, he realised he wanted to experience the peace of his camping with you

if he was stressed and couldn’t get away, he would turn to you. both of his stress relievers in one place would be a dream come true! (that sounds sexual, i promise i didn’t mean it like that 😭*turns 18 and writes smut right away*) 

despite being there bc he’s currently stressed to the max, he can’t help but care for you still

he cooks the most delicious meals for you

lets you shower first and for as long as you want, not minding the cold water for himself if you use up the supply of the hot

and then when you’re out, makes sure you’re comfortable and warm in bed to ensure you don’t get sick on him

but its not all him caring for you! he knows this as well, loving the way you look out for him

yes he does all the cooking but you’re right by his side, helping to prepare any food he needs to create his dishes

he knows how long you shower for at home so he knows you’re conscious of him by only taking short showers despite how much he insists he doesn’t mind the cold

you’ll wait up for him while he showers, sometimes stealing his side of the bed to make sure its warm when he gets back

you even made sure to pack cat treats incase he attracted anymore strays

needless to say, camping with lee know is a break from your busy lives where you can look after each other

recharge together before heading back to work

changbin 

the man of the hour! why im writing this for hehe (he’s my boyfriend and you can’t change my mind on that idc)

biggest baby!

i’ve been having to boil hot water for drinks over a gas stove

and can you imagine doing that for him while he holds the light and just makes commentary the entire time

like i imagine it going how that one vlog went with his sister where she’s cooking for him and he’s standing there pretending to help but really is being more of a nuisance than anything

but you love him for it

you’re setting up the gas tanks and dealing with fire, he can’t help but just be impressed

not only can you hold your own, but you look after him!

he always is expected to be the caretaker in relationships, being a big strong guy and all, surely he wears the pants in the relationship

but both of you have one leg each in these pants, both of you struggling to walk in the pants. its like a three legged race but worse bc now there’s 4 legs, all out of sync (in the best way possible)

you will make him hot chocolates and deal with the gas stove top

you’ll rub his head in the spa while the two of you soak in the hot water

but he’ll carry you across the river when you two go exploring, not wanting you to get your shoes wet

he’ll make sure to watch out for any mosquitos in the area, swatting them away before they get to you

hes a bit like minho, both of you looking out for each other but a lot less prepared to do so in a campsite 

“yo binnie you know how to set this thing up?”

“y/n i’ve even seen one of these before today” he says as he swings around a tent pole and almost takes you out with it

but its ok bc both of you end up getting the tent up after a long while

he’s just a big baby and i want to give him a hug and make him a hot chocolate ok! it’s all i’ve been thinking about

you two wouldn’t be able to sleep so early into the night so you sneak out to go make hot chocolate’s and sit around the dying flame of the fire pit

its like your teenagers sneaking out despite having paid your bill to stay at the camp ground, knowing you can come and go out of your tent as you please

but that excitement is always something you’ve felt throughout your relationship with changbin and you can’t see it ever leaving

hyunjin

mr dramatic over here would be so distraught at the sight of any bug in the area

and news flash you’re outside in forest, there’s gonna be bugs

all jokes aside though, camping with hyunjin would be such a freeing experience!

he’d definitely use this time to unwind and really get into his painting, with no distractions he’s able to get the creative flow going and create some beautiful works of either you or the landscape around him

and if you’re a writer reading this, then you can do what i’m doing right now and take your boredom in the fact that there’s no power and write as well!

or really if you create anything (art, writing, knitting, any creative outlet!), you’d be right by him doing the same

you’d also do lots of exploring with him!

you’d set of on the hike only to stop every five minutes to look at something

if its somewhere you’ve been before or the two of you are camping somewhere you are knowledgeable about (like camping near your home town or something) then he’d ask lots of questions about the wildlife and plants around you!

but if its new for both of you then it would be so fun discovering everything together

i just imagine sitting by the river bank with him, watching as small fish and other strange water creatures swim through the rock pools

pointing to each and every little movement to make a comment about it

“yo that fish kinda looks like you though”

the comments soon lead to a water fight which ends in the two of you swimming

unlike any ocean or pool the two of you have swam in before, the current drags you down the river

you allow yourself to float for a bit before you’ll both swim back up to where you started

just chatting and relaxing against the river and all its sounds

eventually though one of you remembers all the fish/insects/creatures you saw swimming in there just moments ago and freaks out thinking about it swimming against your skin

so you retreat back to shore, having to hike back to your campsite soaking wet and cold

lots of cuddles to warm up in the tent though

both of you so exhausted you just crash

but it was such a good experience with him. like the two of you are so comfortable with each other that being in by yourselves camping in the woods is such a amazing time 

(but both can’t wait to get back home and enjoy the comfort of your own bed again)

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[ayyyez]

At this point your ask box is like my second home on here lol

BUT since you're going camping irl soon, do you have any hcs for any of the haikyuu characters doing the same? Ex, who's the tent pitching pro, who can't be left unsupervised otherwise they'll get lost, who has never gone camping before and would much rather be on their phone, who's stealing all the good snacks, who's telling ghost stories just to scare tf outta the others, etc 😂

Thanks bestie and have fun on your trip <3

A/N: weeeeeelcoooommeeee~ to myyyy kitcheeeen we have bananas annnd avacadoeeesssss~ lmao but yeah honestly you live here now welcome back~ ehe I had fun on my trip so thank you and I am bursting with these kinds of hcs so I'm doing them now! (If anyone wants to see more with other characters feel free to send them in)

TAGS: headcanons, fluff, general, camping headcanons, teasing, petname: babe, suggestive content but nothing explicit

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou

MIYA OSAMU:

The natural camper who looks hot doing everything without even trying. He just knows what he's doing and makes it look so effortless too.

Knows what to pack and generally already owns everything as he's been on camping trips before in his youth. Enjoys the outdoors every now and again.

Very good and getting everything organised and is very patient with everyone who isn't Atsumu so if it's just you two it's a calm trip to organise lol if not then be prepared for the usual sibling shenanigans of course.

When it comes to food he's got you covered. With meals he specially premakes dishes that keep easily in the cooler. Likes baked dishes too as well as some easy ones like his specialty onigiri—various kinds of course. Makes sure to include your favourite(s).

Has thermouses for hot and cold water so he can make you tea, coffee and get you plenty of water. Takes you shopping for snacks. Such a motherduck in that he makes you take healthy snacks as well as the snacks you want. Its what his ma taught him.

Will dead ass make you a baggie that has some carrot and cucumber sticks in it to make sure your eating healthy. Gives you a little bento for the road with your onigiri and other dishes in it.

Makes sure you two have the most comfortable mattress. The thing he always hated about camping was having a crappy mattress and hearing Atsumu toss in the night next to him.

Likes to be the one driving. Asks you to hand feed him food and snacks while he drives. Lets you pick the music and has you navigate him to the site. Likes to call it team work. Big sweetie.

When the two of you get there he gets you to pick out a good spot while he insists on unpacking. Then the two of you set up together. He's more than happy to take charge if you don't know what to do but he likes it to be a team effort.

Just watch him though he looks so hot reading over the instructions then sloting everything together. He's so soft and sweet when asking you to do things. Always with a soft smile. He's just always soft with you.

Everything goes up smoothly with Osamu handling it. Asks you to handle the mattress while he sets up the tarps and everything else. It's hard not to just stare at him honestly.

The man just oozes sex appeal and he's just doing his thing. Not even showing off on purpose. His camping clothes too. Those shirts fit his chest and arms nicely mhmmm.

Offers you water and snacks after. Gives you little kisses and nuzzles your cheek as a reward for all your help and hard work. He's just such a sweetie.

Osamu really thrives outdoors. Likes going on hikes but will keep them to whatever level you like. The Miya comes out sometimes and he'll do a little show off and climb a tree or jump in a river and tackle you in. He's still playful and cheeky.

If he's able, will offer you piggy backs, appreciates the offer if it's able to be reversed too. If not will offer to at least carry your things. Always offering you water. Sometimes the cheeky side comes out and he just squirts it in your face. Do it back and have water fight.

Loves cooking outdoors too. Feed him and let him feed you. Smoosh a bit on his face but expect retaliation.

Sleeping can get cheeky too. Peppered kisses over your face, tickling his hands down your sides. Sometimes you just have to pin him down and pay him back.

Camping with Osamu is a dream. It's all fun and laughter.

KUROO TETSUROU:

The man with a plan who takes you on the trip thinking he's going to be able to show off his skills but nothing goes according to plan.

The trip there is fine of course. The man is organised to a T. He looking into the place, booked the site, went shopping and bought everything well in advance. He's really paricular about certain things like that and likes things done a certain way.

As soon as the two of you get there though and it's time to set up (time for him to start showing off his 'skills' that's when things go well...downhill for poor Kuroo).

Now he's sure he's following the instructions for pitching the tent! It's how the picture looks! He wants to look cool for you! But tripping over the same pole three times is a bit... uncool (totally endearing because he cares so much).

You cautiously enquire a few times. 'Babe, would you like me to help?'

'No no no babe! This is my job I promised I'd do the hard work you just relax and take in the view.' It would have been hot if he didn't have a piece of rope stuck to his forehead—now it's just plain adorable how hard he's trying.

Another fifteen minutes of unsubtle cursing and you gotta put your foot down and confess you know how to set up a tent and 'Wow babe you've impressed me with your perseverance, all your heavy lifting was hot honestly but please let me help the process.' Gotta preserve his ego a little ya'know.

Especially since you get it up in another 10 minutes. He's a little pouty after that but not sullen enough not to be proud of you. He's just frustrated with himself.

He gets bit frustrated when his VERY carefully planned out plans don't execute perfectly. That's your cue to butter him up.

'Hey babe, you going to show me how you make a fire?' Stroke those arms a little and he's puffing that chest back out.

'Oh, you wanna see me showing off my wilderness skills ey?'

That gets him back in the game. He's such an adorable dork honestly. Now look this doesn't go to plan either because he's sure he packed the fire starter kit! He knows he did!

Ten minutes of frantically pulling out all the bags he FINALLY finds it. He's a little red faced and embarassed again and you can playfully tease him but make sure you talk up those fire starting skills too.

He's actually pretty good at whipping up tasty meals outdoors. Brings a portable cooker and hotplate type setup. Makes you hot drinks and snuggles up to you with a blanket. Brings marshmallows to roast.

Despite his little set up hiccups he's very good at packing. Remembers everything you could possibly need and more. Chargers, food, snacks and those little extra luxuries to make your stay more comfortable.

Is also smart enough not to camp anywhere too off the trail as to get lost. He's just a little clumsy when it comes to showing off because the universe always seems to be against him in that regard.

The best part about camping with Kuroo is snuggling in the tent in the evening. Doesn't skimp on the mattress. It's soooo comfy and the blankets are cozy. He's also just so warm and cheeky so it's loads of fun.

MIYA ATSUMU:

DO NOT I repeat DO NOT let this man camp anywhere that isn't an official site with phone reception or he will get lost and you will never see him again.

It's best in general not to leave him unsupervised because he thinks he can camp by himself but he forgets he palms a lot of the stuff off to Osamu so it's safe to say make sure you know what you're doing if it's just the two of you lmao.

Similar to Kuroo in that he would want to take you camping to show off his cool side. Wants to show you how he can rough it and set up everything FOR YOU!

He's been camping before a few times so he thinks he's used to it but once he gets there and he's setting up the tent that's when he thinks I don't remember it being this hard. And that's when he recalls palming off certain things to Osamu and he regrets his whole life.

At one point considers snapping the tent poles in half to make them fit because 'These damn instructions don't make any damn sense!' Yeah you're totally supposed to build your own tent by cutting it up dear.

That's the point you gotta stop him or you'll be sleeping under a tree. It's either you pitching the tent or giving up and going home (maybe a sneaky call to Osamu if you have no idea, he'll calmly talk you through it but DO NOT tell Atsumu lmao)

Atsumu's version of bringing food is bringing meat to bbq. He's good with meat and that's really it. You have to bring in the back ups and alternatives because that's all he's got. This man bring meat.

He actually almost forgot his phone too but he remembered it because he needed to use maps to get to the site lmao. He was so focused on making sure it was charged the night before he almost left it there charging.

Doesn't forget much in the way of supplies its mostly little things here and there and its remembered as the day goes on.

'Oh you know what I forgot! Tea Towels!'

'It's alright we have paper napkins we can probably use.'

'Oh shit! I remembered my toothbrush but forgot toothpaste!'

'I have mine it's fine.'

'Babe I forgot to pack extra socks can I wear yours?'

You snort. 'Sure! Did you remember underwear?'

'Ahhhhh.' There's a long pause. 'YES!'

Atsumu also has lots of activies planned. He's not amazing at it but he does like having a go at fishing. Does his best to teach you if you don't know how. Accepts pointers and likes you teaching him things if you're a pro.

If it's a hotter season he loves swimming in rivers or if you're by a beach, likes to go in the ocean. Bonus points if he can knock a volleyball around there. Even just having space to put up a net is great to knock a ball around.

Always remembers the bug repellent because he's not the biggest fan of bugs. Has those special sunglasses for camping trips. Its how you know he's on holiday lmao. It's a big dad vibe.

Honestly camping with Atsumu is fun either way and his forgetting things and clumsiness when it comes to setting up kind of becomes a fun thing in itself.

SUNA RINTAROU

He is not a natural camper at all. Honestly he would take a lot of convincing to even go camping in the first place.

It would have to be some version of glamping. Not literally glamping but his negotiation would be a location with a shower block and toilet that wasn't disguisting because he has standards.

This dude is NOT squatting in the woods only to get taken out by a bear or something. He just can't. He's already iffy about the tent like can't you two get a cabin at least? No? Fine but you're going and buying the BEST pump up mattress money can buy.

The tent is also going to be a spacious pop up easy to manage tent that this tall guy can stand up in because he's not walking around like an upside down L every time he wants to go indoors.

He's also investing in battery packs because he wants to have his phone in working order. And he's not using any of that sleeping bag nonsence. It's too sweaty. You’re bringing your nice blankets and sheets and pillows from home. He doesn't give a shit if they get dirty, he'll do the washing, alright?

The two of you do a big shopping trip before you leave to stock up on snacks. He really likes that part because its fun splurging on things you don't normally get. Picks flavours you like and things that sound fun to try.

'Hey we should get weird sounding flavours and try them on the road trip there.' He suggests. That's his way of trying to get into it. He also offers to drive because he doesn't mind longer trips. Also makes a playlist for the journey and one for the camp.

Once you two get there and start setting up he's very good about everything. Helps out with the tent since the two of you got easy to manage equipment everythings up very quickly. Helps bangs the pegs down. 'Huh this wasn't so bad.'

YES HE'S COMING AROUND! He also looks so cute in his camping clothes he bought. He went all out for you and threw together the most fashionable camping look.

Also insists on buying the best cooking equipment so you two can make good food. Doesn't want any of that packet, dehydrated crap. Wants noodles and rice and real food like meat and vege.

Isn't super into outdoorsy activities as a whole but doesn't mind low grade hikes and going for walks. Likes taking pictures of you and selfies of the two of you. Enjoys the trip because it's time together just the two of you.

If you went with a group of people I feel like Suna would be the one telling ghost stories to creep people out (ehem Atsumu) but if it's just the two of you then probably not

Stands by everything he was firm on. Especially when it comes time to shower and use the bathroom lol.

When the two of you go to bed he's like 'Aren't you glad we spent the extra money on THIS mattress.'

'Sure Rin.' You just kiss him so he shuts up.

'Hey, I've never done it on an air mattress before.'

Yep he goes there but hey there's not much to door on a camping trip at night so why not?

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[vampsquerade]

Could i request some fuze x reader fluff??

hi anon, of course you can! thank you so much for your request, i hope you like this cause i had fun writing this at work today heehee

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Fuze x GN!Reader: Want To Be Close

Trigger Warnings: mostly fluff, but he does have a bit of an attitude and is really shy

Such a splendid day it was as the sun was high in the sky, making the world a vibrant place. You had decided to take yourself on a stroll through a protected forest trail, eventually stopping every so often just to appreciate the things you’d see and hear. Birds chirped from the bright green trees above and you could see rabbits occasionally wandering past. You thought you had been alone on the trail, so it felt safe to attempt to get close to the rabbits and feed them foods you had done research on to determine if it was safe for them to eat. You felt at peace doing this, smiling softly each time you were successful.

“Do you think you should really be feeding these rabbits?” an accented voice behind you asked. You gasped loudly, scaring off a rabbit you had just fed as you whipped around to look at who it was. A man with black hair, hazel eyes, and a scar on his upper lip standing at what seemed to be 5’11 was standing right behind you, arms crossed. “U-Um…probably not, but I like helping them get their food for the day! I did a lot of research to see what’s safe for them and sometimes when the weather’s good, I come and feed them.” you say, desperately trying to excuse yourself. “I see. I hope you are not touching them, you never know what they could have.” the man says.

You shake your head, feeling embarrassed for being caught, “I don’t pet them, no matter how much I want to.” you say. “Good. Take care of yourself, I haven’t seen many people off the trail the way you are.” the man says. “I will. Um, thank you for looking out for me I guess.” you say sheepishly. The man nods before turning around and walking back onto the trail. You just stand there and watch as he walks away before turning your attention back to the rabbits. And once the sun has begun to set, you follow the trail back up and head home. The entire way back, you’re stuck thinking about the mysterious man that had come and approached you, the image of his stoic face and crossed arms was firmly ingrained to your memory.

“Who is that man?”

Days would come to pass where you waited for the weather to be perfect again and this time found yourself having a personal picnic in a safe spot you discovered near the hiking trail. The sun peeked perfectly through the leaves of the trees and shone nicely on you as the soft breeze passed by to keep you cool. You had just finished setting up when you heard footsteps coming from behind. Turning around to see who was there, it was the man you had interacted with before. “Going off the trails now too?” he asks. “Are you gonna tell a park ranger I’m here or something?” you ask back, staring at him. “No. Just want you to be careful.” the man says. “Doesn’t feel like I’ll be safe and careful with you following me around the trails like this.” you say.

The man just shrugs, keeping his distance from you to make you feel safer. Surprisingly enough, there isn’t even a single thing about the man that should be making you anxious with him, flustering slightly for even saying that to him. You both just stare at each other in silence before deciding to speak up, “Do you…maybe want to join me?” you ask. The man shrugs again, walking towards you and sitting next to you on the blanket you had set down on the floor. “I can split the sandwich I made in half so we could share if you want.” you suggest. “I am okay with that. Thank you.” the man says. Nodding, you take a sandwich you had in your basket out along with a knife to be able to cut it in half. You then hand one half to him, shyly eating the other one.

The atmosphere does start to feel a bit tense but not in a menacing way, more so in a timid way. “Shuhrat.” the man says bluntly. “Huh?” you question, turning to look at the man. “My name. Call me Shuhrat.” the man says once more. “Oh…my name’s Y/N, since we seem to be getting on a first name basis.” you say. “Y/N…I like it, rolls off the tongue nicely.” Shuhrat says. You fluster again, nodding. “Your name is pretty nice too, I like the harsh H in the middle.” you say. Shuhrat just nods at this, and if it wasn’t obvious before but this man was just a solid stone. “What do you do for work?” you ask. “Not allowed to talk about it, sorry.” Shuhrat says. “I see…well that’s fine, don’t worry.” you reassure, giving him a smile. He nods, continuing to eat his half of the sandwich.

You do the same, enjoying the ambiance around you now to try and ease the mood. “Do you like to spend your time in the sun like this?” Shuhrat asks to break the silence. “Sometimes. I only like it when it’s a good day.” you say. Shuhrat grunts softly in understanding, dusting his hands off when he finishes his sandwich. You finish yours and dig back into the basket, pulling out a little container filled with fruit you liked alongside a bottle of water. Shuhrat seems to hesitate when he takes the bottle, thanking you softly. He opens it and a little bit before putting the cap back on, with you watching him drink from it. “What made you want to talk to me?” you ask suddenly. Shuhrat whips his head to look at you, eyes looking dead as you ask this.

He stared at you for a moment, unsure of how to answer that in the least creepy way possible. “My comrades wanted me to. We had walked past you and saw you feeding the rabbits. Couldn’t look away so they told me to just talk to you.” You simply nod, opening the container of fruits before setting it down on the blanket. Feeling uneasy, Shuhrat now looks away from you and stares out at the forest from the hill you were both seated on. “Kinda cute, I won’t lie.” you say before popping a strawberry into your mouth. “Cute?” Shuhrat asks in disbelief. “Yeah. What, too shy to approach me on your own that you need your buddies to get you to?” you tease, smiling at him. Shuhrat flusters a bit, bringing his knees up to his chest and glaring in front of him when he turns away. “No.”

Your smile simply widens, gently nudging him. “It’s okay to admit it. I don’t judge.” you tease more. “Not like that. At all.” Shuhrat says coldly. “Fine, fine, I’ll take your word for it.” you say, popping another strawberry into your mouth and eating it. Shuhrat goes quiet, eating a strawberry himself now to avoid your questions. Once you finish the fruits, Shuhrat then stands up and dusts himself off silently. You stare up at him as you remain seated, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He turns and extends his hand out as a way to offer to help you up. You gladly take it, feeling how calloused his hands were. He grabs the basket and holds it, moving off the blanket so you could shake the dirt away.

Once you do so in the tense silence, you fold it up and hold onto it for just a moment before Shuhrat takes it from you. “I will hold these for you. Just lead the way back and I will follow.” he says. You nod and start walking back towards the trail, with him following right next to you. “Will I ever see you again after this?” you ask. “Do you want to?” Shuhrat asks in retaliation. “Well I mean, yeah? I haven’t exactly been able to get you off my mind since I first met you.” you say. “Is that so? What’s got a crush on me too?” Shuhrat teases. “Maybe, but I’ll at least be confident about it.” you say. Shuhrat tsks, rolling his eyes at that comment. “You don’t exactly know how to talk to people, do you?” you ask, looking at him. “No. I have my reasons as to why—especially when I talk to someone like you.” he says.

Raising a brow thinking that’s an insult, you cross your arms across your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask. “Someone special.” Shuhrat says bluntly. Your heart practically skips a beat when he says this, and it makes you panic slightly. “Special…” you mumble. “Yes. I would…like to get to know you better.” Shuhrat says. “And not in a creepy way?” you ask. “I would hope you do not think it’s creepy,” he says. Nodding silently, the two of you continue walking until you get to your car. “Well then, this is where I will leave you.” Shuhrat says, handing you the basket and blanket. “Thank you…are you going to be able to see me again?” you ask. “I will. Tomorrow?” he asks. You smile softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose, “Tomorrow, same place.” you say.

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[cuddlepilefics]

Summer hike

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickie: Taeyang

Caregiver: Keeho

Taeyang gets lost on a hike...

Taeyang’s POV.:

Considering how busy we had been lately, I had been looking for something relaxing to do the next time we’d be on a break. I loved fishing hut hadn’t be able to do that for an eternity because we were usually too busy and when we weren’t, the weather would ruin my plans. That was why I had to make sure the next time would be perfect. We’d get a one week long break soon and I planned to go on a hike around a lake beforehand, so I could find the perfect spot. Once I knew the spot, I’d have multiple days to choose from, so y chances of having good weather would be better than usual. It simply had to work out for once.

No one’s POV.:

On the first day of their break, Taeyang got his backpack ready, making sure he had a lunchbox and water bottle because he had no idea how long his walk would end up being. It was cloudy, so he only put on a thin layer of sunscreen as part of his morning routine but decided against wearing a hat. After having it styled all the time, he wanted to give his hair and scalp a chance to breathe.

Taeyang put on comfortable shoes and bid his dongsaengs goodbye before heading out for the day. The members had asked him whether he wanted any company as they couldn’t imagine walking around in circles would be any fun, especially not alone but the oldest insisted that it was just what he needed to breathe and clear his head.

He had found a river a little out of town, that would feed into a lake, so he decided to follow the river before circling the lake to make sure he had checked each and every single fishing spot. Sure, he had known that he had quite some distance to pass but he had the time to. About five kilometers into his hike though. Taeyang realized his ‘comfortable’ shoes weren’t all that comfortable. It took another two kilometers for him to stop and pull a pack of blister patches from his backpack. At least he had come prepared.

He was already starting to lose his motivation because his feet hurt and hadn’t seen any good fishing spots yet. To make matters worse, the clouds had vanished the sun now mercilessly beating down on him. The back of his shirt was completely drenched with sweat, where the backpack covered it and the straps of his backpack chaffed against his shoulders. Yeah, he was starting to regret this.

Thinking he’d have better luck if he strayed off the beaten path just a little, Taeyang deviated his planned route and found himself walking and walking and walking, his mood deteriorating. It didn’t take long for Taeyang to completely lose his sense of orientation and just like he couldn’t find his way, he also couldn’t find any shade. Needing to collect himself, he took a seat on the ground and pulled out his lunch box. It helped raise his mood a little to not be hungry anymore but he didn’t have much water left and the food only made him thirstier.

Taeyang tried to refrain from chugging down all of his water and only had a few sips to wash his lunch down. His head was starting to hurt a little, so he relented and pulled out his phone to use GPS. Looking at the distance and time it’d take him to get back, Taeyang gulped and slung his backpack over his shoulder. His back was tense and ached, despite the backpack not even being all that heavy. Just as he went about backtracking his steps with GPS to make sure he wouldn’t get lost again, Taeyang made another frustrating discovery.

“Hey, in case you don’t hear from me for a few more hours, I got lost”, Taeyang explained, recording a voice message to Keeho, “I’m on my way back, so don’t worry, but my phone is dying. Could you maybe put some lotion into the fridge? My arms are burned from the sun and I’ll really need it once I get back. Currently regretting all my life choices, haha. See you later tonight, no promise when.”

With that, Taeyang trudged on, his head pounding. He could feel the skin on his face burn and wiped the sweat off his forehead. This had been a shitty idea. With his throat so painfully dry, Taeyang soon stopped again. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from downing the rest of his water. He could hear it gurgle as he continued on, his stomach already starting to cramp after only a few sips.

Every step was torture, his stomach churning and his head thudding. It didn’t take long for Taeyang to double over on the side of the path, painfully retching up the precious water he had saved for so long. Losing his balance for a second, he had to crouch and brace his hand on the hot gravel to keep from falling into his own sick. He didn’t want to worry anyone, so he refrained from calling anyone. Besides, he should really save his phone battery, so he could look at the map.

To be entirely honest, Taeyang had started to doubt he’d make it home at some point, so he almost cried with relief when he arrived back at a bus station. He had to wait for quite a while till the right bus came but he didn’t care, as long as he didn’t have to walk anymore. It did mean more time in the sun though but he figured the damage was already done anyway.

Keeho gasped when the oldest stumbled through the door, his face bright red, hair dripping with sweat. Sluggishly dropping his back pack, Taeyang shuffled over to the fridge to get some water. “There’s some soda at the bottom”, Keeho informed, figuring the older would prefer something carbonated. To be frank, Taeyang didn’t have a preference anymore at this point. He just needed a drink.

“Take it slow! You’re going to make yourself sick”, Keeho warned as he watched Taeyang chug his drink. It didn’t seem like the older had heard him, so he made his way over and grabbed his wrist. Taeyang’s head spun as he breathlessly gulped down more water until his stomach lurched. Leaning over the sink, the oldest shuddered as the water gushed right back up. Keeho wrapped his arm around the other’s waist to steady him against the increasing dizziness. “Shit. I told you this would happen”, the leader scolded, though his tone was more concerned than anything else. Weakly clutching the kitchen counter, Taeyang panted: “Need to s-sit. Gosh, ‘m so dizzy.”

After easing the older to the floor, Keeho frowned: “Don’t pass out on me, okay?” Taeyang nodded, cradling his head in his hands. “Did you get sunstroke? I listened to your message…”, the leader hummed, brushing the damp hair out of his friend’s face to get a proper look at him. Taking a shaky breath, Taeyang winced: “I don’t think so but I definitely got pretty close to that.” His voice was hoarse from being sick and his throat ached. “Think I just need to cool down and get rehydrated”, the oldest muttered, massaging his temples, “Fuck, I feel awful.”

Though Keeho worried the other might need a trip to the hospital, he let his hyung make his own decision. He could still intervene later if he got any worse. “Since your stomach can’t seen to handle a drink right now, how about I run you a cool bath”, the leader offered. Grimacing, Taeyang mumbled: “I can take a cold bath myself.” – “Exactly, you’ll take a cold bath and make yourself much worse because you cool your body down too fast”, Keeho sighed, offering the older a hand to pull him to his feet, “We need to take this slowly, okay?”

Taeyang eventually let the other take over and sat on the closed toilet lid while the tub filled. When it was full, Keeho left so the older could get in. The leader returned with a bottle of sports drink, explaining: “You don’t only need water, you need electrolytes too. Try sipping this but take it easy, yeah? No chugging. I mean it.” Taeyang gave a weak nod and complied, only taking small sips to not overwhelm his stomach again. “I’ll go and turn the AC lower in our room, so don’t drown. Yell when you’re done and I’ll bring you the lotion from the fridge and a pair of shorts”, Keeho instructed, leaving the older to soak in the bath.

Keeho sighed, he should’ve inquired about the circumstances when he got Taeyang’s message and not just laugh it off. Maybe someone could’ve come to get him. He placed another bottle of sports drink onto Taeyang’s nightstand before adjusting the AC. Opening the other’s closet, Keeho took his time to pick a pair of shorts. He figured Taeyang’s skin would be incredibly sensitive with a sunburn like that, so the material would have to be really soft.

When Taeyang called for Keeho, he sounded absolutely exhausted, his voice so quiet the leader barely heard him. At least he had finished his drink at a slow pace and it seemed to settle alright so far. “Here’s your stuff. How do you feel now?”, Keeho hummed, placing the shorts and lotion onto the sink. The older shrugged, rasping: “My stomach is still cramping but I’m not nauseous anymore. Aside from that my head hurts and yeah, so do my feet and skin. You have no idea how much I regret this walk.” – “True, I can’t imagine”, Keeho agreed softly, “Take care of your skin and come lay down, yeah? You look like you really need the rest.”

Taeyang did just that, sluggishly lathering his burned skin with lotion before putting on his shorts. Dragging his aching body to his room, the oldest collapsed on his bed and grimaced when the impact snet shockwaves through his skull. Keeho winced in sympathy as the other lay down properly and whispered: “There’s more sports drink on your nightstand in vase your still thirsty. Can I get you anything?”

Since the older didn’t reply, Keeho decided to take matters into his own hands. He fetched an icepack for Taeyang’s head and returned with badaids and blister patches to take care of his sore feet. Keeping his eyes closed, the oldest sighed in relief when the icepack touched his forehead. “Thank you”, Taeyang breathed, his throat still aching after finishing the second bottle of sports drink. Whispering that it was fine, Keeho set about patching up his friend’s feet.

“Could you get me more, please?”, Taeyang rasped when the leader was done patching him up. Taking the empty bottle from the older, Keeho hesitated for a moment before frowning: “I think, you should wait a little. I’ll get you another bottle, of course, but you should wait a little before you drink it. How about I also get you a popsicle? It’ll soothe the dryness in your throat for the time being because I don’t think it’ll go away, no matter how much you drink now.”

He placed the fresh drink onto the nightstand while Taeyang tiredly sat up. Handing the older the popsicle, Keeho quickly atacked up the pillows because it didn’t look like the other had the strength to sit on his own. He was completely spent.

Taeyang’s hand trembled as he lifted the popsicle to his chapped lips. Sighing in relief, he closed his eyes and breathed: “You’re right. It helps more than the drink did.” – “Glad it’s helping”, Keeho smiled, taking a seat next to the older, “If you want, you can rest your head on my shoulder. By the way, did you at least find the proper fishing spot you were looking for?”

The hoarse huff of frustration was enough for Keeho to know not to ask.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #p1harmony

[canonicallysoulmates]

Jensen and JDM Main Panel NJCon 2023

Jeffrey does the beginning of the panel jump with Jensen! As a bonus treat, there was a video posted on twitter of Jensen coaching Jeffrey on how to do the jump: 💌

What is their favorite backstage memory from one of the cons? For JDM it’s when he spilled the beans and ended up telling everyone he was having a daughter. For Jensen, he says, he’ll never forget the moment at the last comic-con they did for SPN, before he and Jared walked out to a crowd of 7k people he turned to Jared and told him to take it in cause that was it and they went out there and put their arms around each other and he thinks they both got a little emotional. It’s a moment he’ll never forget and he’s glad he took that moment cause usually you walk out and sit down and they announce the other person but he walked out and stood there waiting for Jared to join him and it was pretty memorable. Aww, Jensen 😭

And JDM, actually, watched the boys last SPN comic-con panel backstage because there was a live feed of the panel in the green room.  x

The next fan shows some love for John saying he did the best he could with the tools he had, and the only reason I bring it up is that I love how much JDM loves the character of John. And, once again, Jensen is asked about that project that he had teased. He says he’s still waiting to be able to say something about it and that he got in trouble in the last con for saying something so he’s gonna keep his mouth shut. That it’s not hard to figure out but as soon as he’s allowed to talk about it he will and he can’t wait to share it. It’s all good things and there’s supposed to be an official press release but he doesn’t control that, and he was hoping he’d be able to talk about something today but no. He’ll let us know when he can. x

What is an important milestone in their career that they feel helped push them forward? Jensen says that much like all of us there’s a series of forks in the road that we have either chosen where to go or the path has been chosen for us, that when he was in High School, he would eat, drink, sleep baseball for like 3 years. Then in his senior year- he had been doing drama as an elective but his extracurriculars was sports - his drama teacher went and spoke to his baseball coach and told him that they knew they were in season and it was playoffs but they wanted Jensen to try out for the Spring musical. And Jensen only knows about that conversation because his coach told him about it, and at first Jensen was like ‘but we have playoffs’ and his coach was really encouraging, he let him know in a very nice way that he was a good ball player but he wasn’t getting scouted, he wasn’t gonna get a college scholarship from playing and told him that he’s only in High School once so he should try to get as much out of it as he could and promised he’d be in the front row, and for a Texan coach in the 90’s that was not heard of; so Jensen did the play and there happened to be a talent scout there who watched it and afterward went up to Jensen and told him he should go to LA cause he could have a future in this and Jensen told them to take a hike but they went and talked to Jensen’s parents and his parents told him that if he wanted to give it a shot to do it so he thought about it for a few months and went to LA instead of going to college. That was a moment in his life that changed his direction. And for those curious, the play was West Side Story and he played Tony. 

He says he had never sang in his life in front of anybody, he was terrified, and the girl who played Maria, she was like an all state soloist choir person who could sing like Adele but she hadn’t done theater so she was nervous about the acting part, he was nervous about he singing part so they helped each other out. And his whole baseball team was in the first two rows shocked, and when he noticed them he thought there was no turning back he would get beat up after that but instead they all went up to him and very awkwardly said that he was good. 

Jeffrey says he doesn’t have anything that compares to that story but for him in all honesty it was the year he did both SPN and Grey’s Anatomy. He had been working for 20yrs doing pilots and guest star spots trying to keep a roof over his head and get a foot through the door but it really wasn’t until SPN and Grey’s Anatomy that he got to do that and it thankfully hasn’t stopped. 

Jensen mentions that they both know people who are greatly talented and never got the opportunity, and he thinks success in this industry is largely being in the right place at the right time. JDM says he knows people who are his age who still haven’t got that break and are pounding the pavement, hoping and praying, and it’s hard. Jensen comments that he thinks it’s harder now to get in that back when they were younger because now, especially with covid everything has gone remote so you don't have to live in Hollywood anymore to get into the industry. 

They both say they wouldn’t even know how to find an agent nowadays; it’s all zoom, you don't get into a room and read for people face to face like they used to have to do. JDM says that was the worst, that he was horrible at it, that he would lie and tell stories trying to charm them before his reading. Jensen adds that you would try to charm because that would usually get you if not that role then another role in the project. Jeffrey also says some people are really good at auditioning and then you put them on a set and they can’t act their way out of a paper bag and some of them are still working today. Jensen says they’ve worked with a few of them 👀

What was Jensen’s favorite thing about the Soldier Boy suit? Jeffrey immediately says codpiece at the same time that Jensen goes to say it 😂 

Jensen shares that, no word of a lie, he had to fly to LA 6 different times for them to build that costume for him and you just have to stand there like a mannequin cause those are costume-made suits that are worth a couple hundred thousand dollars and are works of art and that LJ, the designer, and her team are just incredible. But he remembers JDM texting him one time when he was at one of his fittings and he replied that he couldn’t talk because he was in a Soldier Boy fitting and JDM immediately replied saying he needed a picture of the codpiece, and Jensen was like ‘I’m glad you asked that cause they're asking me to pick it right now’ and he had some lined up and he sent JDM the picture asking which one. Jeffrey told him to go with the biggest one but LJ told him no. 

There were so many parts he didn’t like about the suit, probably more than he did like, but his honest answer would be the boots because they were the same boots Dean wore for 15yrs. LJ had told him they were doing a military-style boot and she sent him a few options to his house in Austin, he noticed they were very similar to the ones Dean wore so he messaged her and let her know those could work but that he knew of a company that makes a boot that he’s never gotten sick off in 15yrs and that he knows he can stay on his feet for 14hrs a day and his feet won’t hurt at the end of it, she asked what they were, he told her they’re called Carolina’s and she told him that’s what they would get so he loves that because of the connection there. 

Jeffrey asks him if he could go to the bathroom in the suit, Jensen answers that he could and that was a conversation that was had, some of the suits were not made with access panels luckily his did, it went together like pants it was a top and a bottom and it would zip together and then there would be the big utility belt, he says there’s a whole group of people it takes to get out of that thing and like the chest piece is solid so he couldn’t really move, he was doing fight scenes feeling like an idiot but it looked cool. x

Back in 2020, Jensen told a story at Vegascon about a fan he met called Kirby from South Carolina the reason I’m bringing it up is because the next fan tries to make a joke about it by introducing themselves as Kirby from South Carolina but Jensen doesn’t remember this story at all and there’s even the implication that he might have just made it all up but Jensen then says he doesn’t lie *snort* suuuure. Could he have forgotten this crazy story he told? 100%. Do I think him capable of making up a funny story just for shits and giggles? Also, 100%. 

Back to the question, if Jensen had to do a booze and cheap tattoos collab what would he pick to represent his new Radio Company album? He replies that he luckily has both those answers sitting next to him. He would pick JDM’s smoky rye whiskey, and a couple of thumb tattoos that they got done very quickly and cheaply. So cheaply that they did not pay for them, they got them for free, he and Jeffrey tell the story about how they were on their scooters looking for a tattoo shop and Jeffrey told him they had to recognize them or they would bail it so they go into the first one and the guy behind the desk asked if he could help them, and they told him they wanted to get a couple small, quick tattoos and the guy replied he could fit them in about an hour so they walked out the door and went to the next shop. In the next one when they walked in the owner, who was doing a big leg piece, saw them and went ‘holy shit! get out of my chair!’ so they knew that was the place and they didn’t know what they were going to get, Jeffrey was thinking of getting like 70 on each finger, and Jensen was so ready to go and then went ‘well, maybe just one’. Also, the guy was like ‘I can’t believe it I'm tattooing Negan and Soldier Boy’ so it wasn't even from SPN that they got recognized from 😂

The next fan has a statement and a question, they would like them to please let Kripke know they want him at a con. Jensen says that he would be either really good or really boring because he’s so careful about what comes out of his mouth so he might just say no comment to everything or if he was able to he could give the dissected version of every question and answer, that it would be awesome. Jensen says that attending a con has actually been on Kripke’s radar, he has commented to Jensen that he’s interested in it but he’s so busy that things would have to slow down in his world for that to happen and Jensen hopes it does for Kripke’s sake. JDM asks if there’s only one more year of The Boys to which Jensen replies that there are a lot of rumors but nothing official and that he hopes Kripke gets a break sometime soon and during that break, he gets to attend a con. 

And the question is, are there hopes for a tour in the future? No. Obviously, they were very thrilled with the success of the show, that it was incredibly nerve-wracking cause there were so many moving pieces to get that done. They had 13 people on that stage that night and just the thought of like their drummer calling the night before that they have a family emergency and having to bail like anything could have happened so Jensen was really nervous and he was putting a lot of pressure on himself and he remembers at the end of it Steve was like ‘pretty badass wasn’t it?’ and Jensen’s reply was that he never wanted to do that again but then after he settled down he was like ‘maybe we should talk about doing that again’ but touring might be aggressive. But anything’s on the table he would have to talk to his partner about that; JDM says he saw the concert online and then texted Jensen telling him it was really good, that he remembers the first con he ever did was in Vegas and that was the first time Jensen ever got up on stage and sang- he sounds like such a proud dad, it's so cute.

Jensen says the really shitty part of it was that they had to follow probably one of the best performances they’d ever seen out of Louden Swain. x

The next fan wants to let Jensen know that TW’s portrayal of John made them love the character and they hope it’s something they get to see more of in TW and SPN. Jensen says that he, Robbie, and Drake had an at-length conversation about what this John pre-Mary’s death would be like and they really wanted to make him a more approachable character because it would have been an obvious choice to make him the same, there’s no shift, and he thinks that’s a beautiful thing in storytelling when a character goes through something so traumatic that it changes them sometimes for good sometimes for bad. That it’s arguable whether John was changed for bad or good because he set out to do good even though it was a vengeful mission he was setting out to right a wrong because he had gotten wronged and his wife and his family had gotten wronged so he was setting out to right that wrong, now the debate is whether he did that the right way or the wrong way but nonetheless it changed John so he wanted there to be a different type of John in TW so we could see a glimpse prior to that and he thinks that Drake did a great job. x

What’s their favorite format to play in? Jeffrey says the one with the best writing. So probably not the 23 episodic series one because that’s really hard to keep up that level of writing, that lately there’s so much kinda good stuff out there, streaming has kind of changed the game but it also has kind of put a dent in the business because not everyone can be Netflix or Amazon so a lot of shows that we watch are in trouble right now because they don’t have the money because everybody gave up on commercial tv which is crazy; but you follow the best script. You get the best script, you get the best people to work with but as they’ve said a lot of it is luck you don't know half the time if it’s good.

He mentions the SPN pilot and Jensen says the Pilot was good writing and that it still holds up today, and Jeffrey says he knew SPN was good when he saw the soundtrack was in the script. Jeffrey, once again with the honesty, adds that there are also good scripts that get screwed up. So he does like more streaming and a condensed season he thinks it’s easier to keep the quality level. 

Jensen answers that he tends to gravitate towards tv over film because with film it’s all there, the beginning, the middle and the end, but with a series it’s a journey and you don’t know where that journey is going to go for the character, the story, or the relationships, and he tends to enjoy that more. JDM mentions that he also thinks they’re not making the quality of movies they were 20yrs ago and the best writing, directing and acting is on television. 

Jensen adds that doing a 23-episode network tv show is a grind but with as much as they were doing they did turn out some really great stuff and he thinks that's a testament to the people involved in the show, that they were really invested and loved the show, that being said he’s also done daytime soaps which was brutal, his record is 24 pages of dialogue in one day. This makes them share a mini story about how one time when Jeffrey was filming both SPN and Grey’s Anatomy he had gotten off a 14hr day at Grey’s, hopped on a plane, and got straight to work on SPN so his brain was mush so the way around that was to put his dialogue on post-it notes and stick them everywhere including the boys, they had Jeffrey’s dialogue on post-it notes on their chest 😂

Jensen says that if he had his choice he would do a half hour multicam because schedule wise it is unbelievable, when he thinks about Friends they worked 8hrs a week, three weeks on one week off, they were making a million per episode- that one of his first gigs was a multi cam half hour, JDM says it was the same for him that he did a half hour with Jason Bateman called Black Sheep and he played Joey and he tested for Joey from Friends but he didn’t get it and he’s still mad about it. 

Jensen continues and says that it’s also like doing live theater, every week you get an audience of 200-250 people, on a small soundstage and you put on a show for them for 2-3 hours, it’s great energy and you’re workshopping the material all week at a difference when you do a series you block a scene, you might run it one time then go to camera.  He thinks guys like he and JDM, you can pretty much throw them at any situation and they’ll be alright cause they’ve been doing it for so long they'll figure it out but multi-cam that’s where it’s at but they don’t make as much of those shows anymore. x

If they played pro baseball what would their walkup song be? Jensen says it’d be the theme song that used to play in his high school games which is the theme song from The Natural which is a baseball movie. Apologies to Jensen cause I’ve never seen it. Also, there’s a hilarious moment where Jensen does a bit of the melody and Jeffrey just goes “the theme from Star Wars?” 🤣

It is time for the last question and Jeffrey is very confused and surprised about the last question process. 

What are their favorite karaoke songs? JDM has never done karaoke before and he wants to say Jensen has asked him to before and he’s said goodnight. Jensen hasn’t done karaoke in quite some time and he meant to say he’ll never forget but instead, he said he’ll always forget 😂

Anyways, what he was trying to share is that when he was shooting Dawson’s Creek they went to a little karaoke place and he was just getting to know the cast, they didn’t him that well and it was his first time hanging out with them, and he was playing pool and somebody asked if he was gonna do a song so he reluctantly went up thinking it was either going to go horribly wrong and they would laugh him off the stage or he’d do something different and he sang El Paso by Marty Robbins. x

Jensen and JDM Main Panel NJCon 2023

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Monster March 2024 Day 2- Dragon(born)

Dragon Heart Flower Festival Part 2

Part 1 Here

I could not help myself I wanted more of this story because the first one was so cute and fun.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List. Enjoy.

Monster March 2024 - Dragonborn, Dragon Heart Flower Festival Part 2

Part 2

Come morning, he was relieved to still see her sound asleep in his bed and still in his arms. She had turned in her sleep to cuddle into his chest and had a leg hiked up over his hip and an arm around his chest while her face nuzzled into the center of his chest. She really did look angelic, in the most humanoid way. 

He smiled fondly and couldn’t help but caress her face before kissing the crown of her pretty head before he ran his fingers through her silken locks of hair, marveling at the wonder in his bed and wanting to commit each detail to memory before there was a knock on the door and he quickly put his hand over her ear so it wouldn’t disturb her or wake her up. For fear, she’d vanish if she did. 

“What?” He asked. 

“My Lord? I have breakfast for you and your guest.” Dovroth announced. 

“Be quick about it please.” He answered as he really felt he should feed her before she would try to leave. 

“Yes My Lord.” Dovroth answered before the door was opened by one his family’s maids and his own manservant had the large platter as he carried it and brought in and placed it onto the table in the room. 

Kalmeak used his own body to try to shield exactly who and what was in his bed from the prying eyes of the servants before they quickly left again. But no sooner, had they, before the scent of food soon woke her up before she stretched and opened her eyes. 

“Lord?” She repeated with bleary eyes up at him as his head ducked down sheepishly. 

“Yeah, my family is uhm, well, nobility. So I’m technically part of nobility. Something that we’ve picked up over time since the convergence with other races.” He sheepishly confessed. 

“I see, makes sense, a house this size, would need help keeping it clean.” Kallura noted as she tried to stretch her arms but the wounds from last night kept her from doing so before she touched her shoulders. 

“Ah, forgot about those.” She said as her hands went to her shoulders and found they had already healed, but had actually scarred overnight. Leaving little scars where his most prominent teeth had sunk into her flesh. 

“Your saliva heals?” She asked him as she looked over at her shoulder curiously. 

“Yeah, it can.” He confirmed as she seemed to hum in response but grin a little knowingly. 

“Good to know. Can we eat now? Worked up quite the appetite last night.” She asked hopefully. 

“Yes, of course.” He invited before she used his own blanket to wrap around her to go with him to the table to eat once he took the lids off of the various dishes before he noticed there was a note, from his mother no less, in the middle of the tray as she had used the larger pieces of bedding to tie into something of a sleeveless night dress. 

“What’s this?” Kallura asked once she began to reach for it. 

“I don’t know.” He quickly snatched it before she could. 

“Well I don’t speak, let alone read that much draconian. So whatever is written on it I wouldn’t be able to tell either way.” She shrugged before she used one of the plates provided and began to heap on spoonfuls of each dish onto the plate as he poured her a glass of juice and a cup of tea while he read the note from his mom, fearing the worst. Knowing the disapproving remarks and most likely, reproach for mating with anything other than another dragonborn or even any other kind of dragonfolk, were sure to cut his heart like blades. So he braced himself to read what he was sure to be scathing remarks. 

But instead, it was congratulations. Which, he was relieved and then, strangely suspicious of as he frowned deeper the more he read it. 

“So? What does the note say?” Kallura asked as she watched him read it for a third time. 

“Uh, it’s an invitation to meet my family.” He repeated in confusion. “Well, if you’re frowning at the thought. I don’t have to, I probably shouldn’t if you don’t want me to.” Kallura offered. 

“No! I…it’s up to you. If you want to meet them, you’re more than welcome to, they’d be perfectly pleasant. It’s just…I didn’t think they’d be this…pleased with the fact I brought you home and uh…” He said as he gestured to his bed before looking back over to the note to read it a fourth and fifth time. There was something he was missing. He was sure of it, he just couldn’t see it or figure it out. 

“Are they hoping a more permanent relationship will result from last night’s multiple unions?” Kallura asked thoughtfully. 

Kalmeak nearly choked on his own spit because that’s exactly what this note was really saying. 

“Uh, well, yeah, um, but again, if that’s not something you want, or are comfortable with or…” He tried to backpedal because this one night stand had the potential to become much more serious than that. And could potentially be a bit more complicated, especially if any or all of that seed ended up taking root where he had- oh so deeply and enthusiastically- planted it the night before. 

“Is it something you don’t want? Or is it something you aren’t comfortable with?” Kallura asked. 

“No, it is! It very much is! But again, I just…I don’t want them or myself pushing a more serious relationship onto you if that’s not something you don’t want too.” He confessed as she hummed and nodded in understanding again. 

“I just don’t understand how they got to know your name. Like is your full name really Kallura Auramara?” He said as he pointed to her name on the note as he showed it to her, although, it was written in draconic, so of course, she couldn’t read it yet as he realized that just a moment after he did so. 

“Ah, I see they must have asked about me then to our mutual friend.” She grinned with a nod, thinking her own name was written quite beautifully in his native draconian and the symbols of his alphabet looked quite pretty and she was sure she could figure it out quickly enough. Surely before a little one would come along. 

“What mutual friend?” He asked. 

“Aldrinshrine.” She answered smugly as she delicately picked up the teacup and took a sip and grinned at the delicious flavor of the tea and added some juice to really enhance the flavor that much more and enjoy it’s complex flavors with added sweetness. 

“Wait, wait, wait. You know Aldrinshrine?” He asked, in shock and surprise, because Aldrinshine was the newest dragon to join the Great Dragons in their city, she was the size of a large draft horse at the moment though, since Great Dragons were practically worshiped by himself and his kind and country, because after the convergence, everyone simply cleaved to what they knew and was something, anything even remotely familiar from their homeworld. And for the dragon folk- that was the larger and greater dragons. 

“Yeah, I hatched her and her clutchmates myself. And when she mated with a dragon from here and settled here- I came to check up on her. Her and her mate invited me and my friends to stay and enjoy the festival here, she taught me what little draconian she was able to learn herself and thanks to her mate, he got us some funds so we didn’t appear to be too out of place last night.” She revealed. 

“You…you hatch Great Dragons?” He asked, floored by this knowledge. Usually only the priests and priestesses only ever did that. No wonder she seemed to know innately what was pleasurable to him and used that to her advantage last night. 

“Yeah, all true quadrapedal dragons- have the ability to become Great Dragons if they are fed, cared for, are given enough space to have as a territory, and given a chance to breed, lay eggs and incubate them successfully. All they need is time to eat and grow to become that size.” She answered with a little shrug as Kalmeak was struck speechless again, this time, in pleasant surprise. 

“Surely your non native dragons speak of the moura in the mountain tops who keep dragons too? You give dragons a territory, a cave filled with enough gold to keep them content, and a guaranteed food supply, space for them to participate in their own mating rituals, and a nesting site so they can incubate their clutches of eggs. And they’ll happily protect you and the home you make for you all. And wherever they go, a moura can usually go too.” Kallura noted and that’s when it clicked. The non native dragons did speak of a peoples like that. But they called them something else, something they didn’t have a word for, but had a translation for. 

“Oh my gods, you’re a gold angel. The dragons speak of a being, we don’t have a word for it in draconian, so the translation of what the word means for the people - is gold angels. Angels that make gold and are tied to the sun and moon, clouds and heavens. The dragons told us that they live in the mountains that are little beings of heaven and fire that are friends first and always need to be protected above all else because of the gold. That’s what you are? That’s what a..a moura is?” He asked as he clutched his head in his hands as his brain suddenly hurt from all those pieces falling into place. 

“Ah, I see you know about the gold thing. Yeah, I guess someone could call us that once the dragons tried to describe us to others. We are beings born of heaven and fire. We came from a waterworld. On our home world, the merfolk grew as a species beside us. They were in the waters below, we were in the clouds above, but there was no dry land in between us. Just sky and a world of water. But a red algae bloomed in the waters. It was threatening to kill off all the merfolk so we got pulled into the supersphere with the merfolk. And here, the sun was five times as big, ten times as strong and gave us all kinds of new magic and abilities. And with this world, because there’s dry land, and not just…water as far as the eye can see. We were happy to start to explore the dry land instead of sticking only to the cloud realm.” She recounted as he listened with rapt attention. 

“Granted there are some moura who have refused to leave the clouds. But we are born of fire because we are shapeshifters and can take on a phoenix form. And are immune to phoenix fire and dragonfire. Because we had our own cloud dragons while the waters had their own water dragons too. I think you could understand why moura are quite protective of themselves. The first few hundred years after the convergence, humans were the first to find out about us and our ability to turn things into gold. They always called us ‘Midus Touch people’. Apparently there was a king back on earth that turned things to gold once he touched them too. So they were the first to hunt us as a species, quite ruthlessly I might add. But like the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, to mouras, that saying is- the friend of my friend is my friend too. So since you are friends to the Great Dragons, they vouched that we’d be safe to come here and be among you. So when they invited us, we took them up on that invitation. Because they had quite high praise of you and your kind.” Kallura revealed as Kalmeak dropped his hands and just looked at his companion in pleasant surprise as if it was the first time he was seeing the great beauty before him all over again. 

“Really? Like what? What did they say?” He asked curiously as he scooted closer in his seat. 

“That the dragonborn are a very honorable and honest kind of beings and quite trustworthy too. That their word is as sure as the sunrise and sunset and that they would never do anything dishonorable. They would never mistreat, let alone abuse another or bring harm to another, unless they were in battle. That you abhor slavery, but tolerate servitude when there is a debt to be paid back or if others simply wish to live as paid servants. Otherwise, dragonborn are very fierce but well disciplined soldiers. And that no matter the reputation of another kind. They take each individual as they are. And don’t hold what they would know about their kind and hold it against them if it was bad or expect greater if it’s something good. That what you see, is what you get with them. They said that dragonkin are a bit more magic heavy in species and much more focused on magical items because they are magic sensitive. And weredragons appear human and then transform into dragons. And that there was half dragons too, so it shows that dragonfolk can interbreed with other beings too.” Kallura recalled. 

“So…do moura…?” Kalmeak asked as he couldn’t help but gesture back to his bed that was clearly in shambles thanks to all the intense sexual intercourse the previous night. 

“Oh yeah we interbreed, like, a lot. I have yet to meet anything bipedal that mouras can’t interbreed with yet. Granted, as long as the body shape is similar enough, and that the body alignment is similar enough, in the whole- head, shoulders, arms, torso, hips, legs, walks up right on two legs- thing.” Kallura answered as she gestured to herself. 

“So…why’d you come down to the surface if you could live peacefully and safely in the clouds?” Kalmeak asked before Kallura picked up her plate of food and wiggled it in her hands while snickering to watch the puddings and sweet gelatins jiggle as she did that as her body followed suit as Kalmeak’s eyes devoured the view way more than the food. 

“To pure blooded mouras, the sun gives all the power and sustenance we need. We can make food out of the clouds but there’s little to no substance to it. It’s just…soft, fluffy air- basically. However, once we found out that beings on dry land could cook food and make it tasty with spices and stuff, the smell is what drew us in and the taste is what hooked us. Then once we started eating surface food, we couldn’t stop. That and surface food is way heavier and denser and demands more power to digest it but is densely nutritious and exponentially delicious and a single meal is just as satisfying as a whole day of sunning and very invigorating and empowering. But once you digest it, the hunger for it is just as powerful as the desire and drive to have sex. So to the mountains we went, where trees for fires grows, where animals that provide delicious milk and meat and even wool can eat the grass in the valleys, can live and be grown in herds. It’s a halfway point. High enough to keep dragon friends and keep us safe and keep a food and water source. But still on the ground and have contact with merchants who bring food to us, in exchange for said gold.” She explained. 

“So do you really live on that mountain?” He asked before he pointed to it from his window. 

“Technically on the other side of it but yes. We haven't built anything on this side because the Great Dragons have told us that that is this kingdom’s territory and we don't wish to encroach on it, not unless we can either buy it or come to some other arrangement with your kingdom for it. Most of the mountains we call home are inaccessible by anyone else and unclaimed by anyone else. So we claim them as ours, but you had built this civilization here before we made a home in those mountains.” She answered. 

“How long did it take to fly here?” He asked. 

“Eh, not even an hour?” She shrugged. 

“Huh. So, where did you camp at?” He asked. 

“You know those really tall pillars of islands on your shoreline?” She asked as she pointed eastward. 

“Did you camp on top of those?” He guessed. 

“Yup. They’re pretty perfect. Had really nice trees and all kinds of plants and mini forests on the top of them. And because this is more of a dragonborn city. It meant we could camp there safely without being disturbed because dragonkin have wings but tend to stay near the city center where the Great Dragons are because the Great Dragons have the most magic. To the point, we were pretty ignored by the dragonkin when we first came. Apparently we hide our magic well enough that we were practically invisible to them when we flew right by them in our bird form.” She answered with a shrug. 

“So…do you..have a family at home? Like a house with a family of your own that I’m keeping you from?” Kalmeak asked, now worried that she’d have a greater reason to leave than to stay. 

“I have parents and siblings. But not a mate, nor child of my own.” She reassured him with an easy smile. 

“Oh, good.” He blew out a breath of relief. 

“Would you want to be mine?” He immediately asked before he could stop himself. 

“Well that depends.” She began before she licked her fingers clean after piling the rest of her food onto her spoon. 

“On?” He asked. 

“Do dragonborn lay eggs or are they livebearers?” She asked. 

“Usually the female will lay a clutch of fertilized eggs, but once they hatch, then they nurse for a while and then eat solid food. But the half dragons, it depends on what the other half is.” He explained.

“Mouras are live bearers. And from what I’ve seen, if a species is an egg layer, mouras will bear them live young, still nurse though and look like any other, except they’re usually born with this.” She said as she touched the gold necklace still around her neck and almost imbedded into her skin. 

“And while they still look like the other parent, there’s certain things they still get from the moura parent regardless. Usually their own gifts, enhanced quite a bit.” She seemed to hint with a grin that bordered on scheming that had Kalmeak ready to find out for himself, as soon as she finished eating. 

“So if a male mates with a female and she bears young does that make the couple a mated pair for like a season? A year? Or longer? For like- life?” She asked next. 

“Depends on the couple and depends on what they want and decide. Most will be a mated pair, produce a clutch of eggs, and then raise the clutch until they’re old enough to either go with the mother if they’re female or male if the children are male and continue to learn from the parent they share a sex with. But only some do that. More and more are choosing to stay together their whole lives. My parents simply always stayed together because they genuinely like each other and wanted to stay together, even after myself and my siblings hatched and they raised us well into adulthood and now there are 3 generations living together in the same household, since my other siblings have children here now too. And even after we left home, they continued to mate and lay more clutches of eggs together and raise them together to adulthood too. My youngest siblings are only a couple years older than my own nieces and nephews.” He answered. 

“Like most dragons usually do.” She smiled in approval. 

“So this big house and the nobility thing had nothing to do with it?” She asked once she gestured to his surroundings. 

“Oh, no, I don’t think so. The only reason we have it is my mom got it from her family line. And so we have it through her. But the fact that my dad didn’t have any nobility himself, was a relief to her. He is in the army. And commands thousands of soldiers. And trains them, even though we are not at war right now. We are ready, just in case.” He shook his head no. 

“Good.” She nodded before a bird came to the window and made a trill sound before she gave one back before the bird came in and in an instant transformed into her friend from the previous night. 

“Kalmeak, meet my cousin- Zhallia. Zhallia, meet Kalmeak. I see you got some bite marks too.” Kallura introduced as she smiled and nodded to her cousin’s shoulders. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” She politely shook his hand before Kallura tried to bribe her with food to stay and talk for a moment before they started to talk in their mother tongue with each other, but talked so fast, Kalmeak’s mind had a hard time keeping up before Zhallia said something that Kallura repeated with her eyebrows raised as Zhallia took the offered food and practically paced in place as she seemed upset and panicked by something as she ate and talked at almost a frantic pace. 

“Maybe I should let you two have some space to talk privately.” He excused himself as he picked up his pants from the floor and used them to cover himself as he went to the bathroom to get changed before Zhallia sat down in his chair and was clearly eating between bits of conversation before Kallura seemed to suggest something that got Zhallia from reeling and stop spinning in her speech and take a moment to really think, just as they finished off the platter of food.

Kallura was using that same, serene and calm tone as she slowed down her speech and talked the issue through with her cousin before Zhallia seemed calmed and agreed and flew out again and Kalmeak burst from his bathroom to see Kallura still there, trying to make the bed, and somehow miraculously redressed in something else as she held up what she had once tied around her with the rest of the bedding. 

“Oh good, you’re still here. You didn’t fly off too.” He blew out a breath of relief to still see her there. 

“No. I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye at least. That would be incredibly rude.” She maintained as she then looked at his shredded bedding in her hands and was trying to appraise it. 

“Oh, don’t worry about the bedding. It’s not unusual for it to be ruined after um, well, last night.” He said as he pulled the shredded bedding off the bed and pulled a new set of bedding out of a closet and then began to make his own bed, which Kallura helped him do. Which he nearly broke down crying because it was just something so beautifully mundane, yet made practically a magical ritual because of who he was performing this task with.

“I see. Happen that often does it?” She asked, in a light teasing tone as she helped put the pillow her head had laid on in a new pillow case.  

“Uh, actually no. This is the first time it’s happened, with um, me. Happens all the time with my parents and my siblings, most of their budget goes into buying bedding and the old bedding is used for the nest of eggs.” He confessed. 

“I see.” She smiled. 

“So um, do you, do you need to leave now?” He asked as his hands fidgeted once he made his part of the bed, leaving her to do the same as he came around to wait for her to finish pulling the blanket up as his nerves starting to fray as his heart felt like it was going to rip into a million pieces if she decided to leave and never come back again. 

“Do you want me to? I thought you wanted me to stay?” She posed. 

“I do want you to stay. But only if you want to stay, for as long as you want to.” He answered. 

“Ok, let me go get my things from the island real quick and check in on my other friends and family and I’ll be back for dinner? Because they all got spread out all around the city.” She proposed. 

“I’ll be here, patiently waiting.” He vowed. 

“Dragonborn sure do fall in love pretty fast don’t you?” Kallura asked as she playfully narrowed her eyes and crinkled her nose at him in the most adorable fashion as he just couldn’t help but rope her into his embrace as she was happy to let her arms do the same to him. 

“Usually this kind of thing is decided for us and we’re matched by our parents and the clan leaders.” He admitted. 

“So I’m your first choice you made on your own?” Kallura asked as her head tilted to the side. 

“Yes, and it’s one I strongly feel I’ll never regret for as long as I live.” Kalmeak insisted. 

“Aww. Then that's a great reason for me to choose to stay. As long as you’ll want me to, that is.” She offered. 

“I think I’d rather go blind, deaf and dumb before I decide to ever turn you away.” He resolutely decided which got her to giggle again before she kissed him sweetly. 

“Ok. I’ll be back by sunset.” She grinned before she transformed into a bird right before his eyes and out fo his arms and flew right out of his window and began to fly around at top speed before he went to his family, his mother still at the table, with his various siblings and their own mates there still leisurely eating breakfast. All of his brothers and sisters and their mates sporting renewed bite marks on their shoulders and pleasured grins.

“How’d you guys know about her?” He asked his mother as he held up the note to them as his mother looked particularly pleased while his father had already left for the army complex. 

"You made it hard to miss." His brothers teased as their mother gave them a meaningful look before she patted the place next to her at the head of the table. 

“Because that was the first young lady that ever made you smile that happily before. And so, out of curiosity. I started to ask around. And was pointed to the Great Dragons themselves who told me just about everything I could ever want to know about her. They got to see her through my eyes to tell me more about her as an individual and her people. But, by the time I got home, you had already taken her to your rooms. And, judging from the sounds that came from that part of the house…" She began before all his siblings broke out into snickering laughter. 

"I knew it was useless fighting it so, why not embrace? Besides, with how highly the Great Dragons praised her and her kind. I’d be a fool to be against it. And apparently, she isn’t the first of her kind to come here. But last night was the first time where royalty let them into the palace. Apparently Miss Kallura’s cousin of all people won one of the prince's eyes, well at least a few of them at least.” She grinned. 

“Zhallia.” Kalmeak realized as he couldn’t stop himself from smiling from realizing just how small such a huge world could be. 

“Oh so you met her?” She asked. 

“Yeah, she…she found Kallura this morning. Freaked out about it apparently.” He revealed as he came over to snack on other plates of breakfast. 

“Well, hopefully you invited Kallura to stay. And all you need now is the Great Dragon’s blessing. Which there is already a line clear through the entire temple complex to get today. According to the others, because apparently there were over a hundred if not a couple hundred of them here for the festival. Specifically invited here by their own dragons who have come to call our nation home- to attend the festival. Because apparently there were too many daughters born to the closest city that’s apparently just on that mountain that our empire owns the south side of. And that left an entire generation of young ladies, eager to seek out a mate who may not be of the same kind they are. Which worked out perfectly because almost all the clutches in your generation were male heavy anyway. Most had the same ratios your father and I had. One daughter among 6 or 7 or even 8 or 9 sons. It seemed the Great Dragons were searching the world for us and brought us the perfect daughters to marry our sons. So myself and all the others are quite pleased they chose us and our empire to find a good mate. Apparently the other dragon folk have had great success and happiness with interbreeding them so far.” She praised. 

“Mom, it’s her choice to go or stay.” He repeated. 

“Oh I know that Dear. I know. Hopefully she’ll choose to stay.” She smiled hopefully as she patted her hand over his arm. 

“So you’re not…disappointed, I didn’t choose another dragonborn female? One that the Wisened ones would have chosen for me?” He asked before his other siblings seemed to snort another teasing laugh while they ate. 

“Nope. Relieved honestly. Because the only ones of your generation still available, have been overly pampered and are overly demanding and are especially spoiled and have demanded only the richest and highest of nobility and royalty to court them. On the other hand, the gold angels…”

“They’re called mouras Mom.” He respectfully corrected. 

“Ah yes, they did say- to mention gold- makes them nervous. Mouras, yes, they are apparently- perfect parents. Very loving, very nurturing. And because of their species, they enhance anything they choose to interbreed with. If and when she decides to come back, she’ll make an excellent addition to the family and the clan. Especially since our family won’t be the only one to get one added to their family." She waived off. 

"And I heard that they’re live bearers too.  Which could mean that the connection between a mother and child is just as close as any of us would have, if not closer. And they have an exquisite sense of community too. So all in all, they’re culturally very similar to us. And other than her not having scales, she should fit right in.” His sister in law happily added. 

"Oh really? That would be wonderful." His mom beamed happily. 

“Mom, she will not be a bank for her to turn whatever we would place in her hands- into gold." Kalmeak insisted. 

“Oh I would never ask her to, besides that would devastate the economy, don’t you think? Besides, we have all the wealth we need. All I ask is that if you are lucky enough to impregnate her, stay with her and see for yourself what kind of woman she will continually prove to be. I have no issue with your choice, if anything I’m quite proud of you for taking the initiative with her once you discerned she was something incredibly special.” His mother reassured him. 

“What does Dad think about all of this?” He asked, still in shock. Thinking his Noble Mother would turn her nose up at the fact that Kallura wasn’t dragonborn. But on the contrary, she seemed pleased and eager to add Kallura to her ever growing family as his nieces and nephews seemed to wake up and wander to the table to get breakfast themselves one even coming directly to his mother’s lap to do so. 

“Oh he only cares about your happiness, as do I. But he does ask that you at least finish your basic training requirements before you go into whichever avenue of business you wish to.” She answered as she pulled her granddaughter to her lap and helped cut up her food for her. “Really?” Kalmeak asked, feeling like this was almost too good to be true. 

“Oh yes, he was quite proud of you for using your powers of deduction to see that Kallura and her kind were so much more than they appeared to be.” She insisted as Kalmeak continued to give the surroundings a reluctant and weary look as his brain wrapped around his new circumstances. 

“It’s ok, truly. We’re both happy and we are both proud of you. Besides, it’s hard to imagine that you let her leave the house unmarked.” She appraised as she continued to snack on her breakfast as his siblings all gave churrs of approval and agreement as the kids began to giggle. 

Kalmeak’s string of unintelligible words and sounds but with gestures clearly showed how flustered he still was about Kallura but still had to admit, he had been exceedingly pleased to see her marked up that morning. 

“Thought so.” She and her other children all seemed to grin at each other. 

“Kalmeak, really, it’s ok. We approve, we’re happy and we’re proud. We have always just wanted you to be happy and to bring honor to the clan and to the family.” She reassured her son. 

“Now, I take it your bedding got trashed.” She ventured. 

“Yes.” He confessed. 

“Well, while I doubt you’ll need to make a nest with it. I’m sure we could make clothes out of it nonetheless, unless it's more shredded and resembling a mass of threads than anything.” She furthered. 

“If she’s even pregnant, and that’s a huge if.” Kalmeak reminded his mom. 

“Fine, if she isn’t that’s fine. And if she wants to bring you home to introduce you to her family. That’s fine too. And if you want to take this relationship nice and slow, go for it. But I would like to see some grandkids from you guys eventually. Because the Erzidions have had the most darling grandchildren who are the most remarkable dragonlings the nation has seen, they regained their wings have the prettiest colors to their scales. And are unusually intelligent and gifted.” She smiled with a shrug. 

“What if any kids we would have wouldn’t be anything like that?” He posed. 

“They would still be loved and cherished same as all the others.” She reassured him. 

“Is something wrong?” She asked as her son looked like his own mind was overwhelming him while a giddy smile grew on his lips as he seemed to ponder fathering all kinds of offspring with Kallura had him hoping, wishing and praying she would come back to him. 

“No, just…only a day ago, I was feeling pity for myself that I was single for the Dragon Heart Flower Festival and then I saw her, I saw Kallura, through a crowd and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen before. And we just…we played like we were kids- playing hide and seek with tag and chase. And it was suddenly the best Dragon Heart Flower Festival I have ever been to in my life. And it’s like, in a single moment, everything I always thought I wanted, planned for, or envisioned for myself, didn’t matter. And then she was something I never knew I somehow, secretly, always wanted, and not just wanted but needed- was suddenly before me and it didn't matter if she was not a dragonborn or not. But it was like, our bodies didn't matter, just us as individual people did. And with just a kiss, it was like she had me, heart, mind and soul, and it made perfect sense without making any sense at all. And now, the more it’s supposed to make sense. I’m having a hard time grasping and wrapping my head around it." Kalmeak admitted bashfully. 

"Is it because you're expecting to fight us on this? And now that there's no fight, you're confused?" His brother questioned. 

"Maybe? Yeah, probably." Kalmeak realized.

"But now, I’m scared that I am, somehow pressuring her or pushing myself onto her. Even though she’s been crystal clear about what she wants and that I was her choice to make last night, just as much as she was mine. Just like it’s her choice to come back if she wants to. And yet, I’m terrified that I’m not good enough for something as amazing as her. And that, reaching for her, is like reaching for the stars themselves. Always something to be seen from a great distance but never something to be touched. And now that I have touched the heavens. I’m terrified I’m falling back down and just don’t know it yet. But I have no wings to help me fly. Just a body to fall and splat on the ground.” He worried as he held his head in his hands. 

“Oh you poor love sick Kit!” His mom and his siblings all cooed to him as they reached out to give reassuring pats to his shoulders. 

“Mom!” He complained. 

“Did she say she’d be back?” His mother asked. 

“Yes, at sunset.” He answered. 

“Then take her at her word, just as surely as she can take you at yours.” She encouraged him. 

“But that also means you have a lot of work to do today to prepare for that, your apartment is that of a bachelor, you'll need to make changes and accommodations for her and yourself as a couple and move out of the barracks. Here, funds for the cause.” She reminded him as she slid him a check for funds to turn his barely used except on the weekends and vacations apartment into a proper home as he took it and pocketed the check and went to do just that. 

“Yup!” He suddenly sprung from that seat and went to his barracks and moved out of them, and then moved fully back into his own apartments and bought what was left in the markets and even made orders for more things, like sets of bedding in various colors and other household supplies. He spent the rest of the day deep cleaning his place and then rearranging it so that the two of them could live here comfortably, and maybe, hopefully, share it with a dozen kids since most dragonborn had clutches of 9-12 kids at a time. He got them ready to share with his mate- and hopefully his future family with Kallura, when she would get back. Trying to busy himself with such preparations and could only hope she would like what she found when she would get back. 

The sun had yet to even touch the horizon before he heard a fluttering of wings before he saw her flying in, with several bags all around her before she practically fell into a heap of stuff just inside the room. 

“Sorry, I packed a lot more than I thought I did.” She apologized as he helped take the various packs off of her so she could get up. 

“It’s ok. I don’t care if I have to scale that island and get it all myself. I’m just so happy you’re back!” He said as he finally enveloped her in a tight hug when she was finally freed of her various items. 

"I missed you too." She offered with a bit of laugh as she seemed to hug him just as tightly before she looked past him to see how the space that was his apartment had changed slightly since she was here only that morning. Because it was now very well lit, it was much bigger than she thought it had been. 

“Did your apartment get bigger?” She asked once she pulled away to get a better look at it. 

“Oh, no, it’s just um, better lit now. Do you like it? If there is anything in here you don’t like I can change it to something that you do.” He offered anxiously as he took a tiny step back and then gestured to the rest of it worriedly. 

“Kalmeak, look at me.” She invited before she turned away from it and back to him as she reached up to frame his handsome face in her hands. 

“I’m staying because I love you too. Not because you’re noble, not because you live in a mansion. Not because you may or may not be wealthy. You and just you. I came back for you. I brought a bunch of stuff, thinking that I only had a limited space to work with. That’s all. As long as you’re happy with me, I’m happy with you. You chose me. I choose you. I chose you yesterday and I chose you today and I’ll keep choosing you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that too ok? Take a deep breath, breathe. Be calm. No need to be so nervous. I’m not gonna vanish on you.” She reassured him before she kissed him sweetly. 

“Yeah but you could have had any other. You could have had a prince like your cousin. I’m…I’m nothing special.” He admitted. 

“The whole royalty thing is off putting if you could believe it.” She informed him. 

“Why?” He asked, surprised by that. 

“Because not all moura are mountain moura. There are royal moura. But they are from Dorierra which is a country on the other side of the world. They only sell royal moura women to any prince who wants one. My cousin feels panicked and unworthy because she is not royal or noble, just the way I am not royal or noble. Because mountain moura do not believe in such things. And heavenly moura are nothing but royal and noble because they have nothing better to be than that. I feel that nobility should be in a person’s character, not their bloodline. And I came back to you because you are of noble character and that is all that has mattered to me since I met you.” Kallura explained as Kalmeak felt so incredibly humbled that he started to cry before she cooed and kissed his tears away before he hugged her as tight as he dared and her back cracked before he loosened up. 

“Sorry, sorry. Too tight. I don’t know my own strength sometimes.” He quickly apologized. 

“Don’t apologize, that felt really good, my back was out of alignment and needed that.”  As she hugged him just as tight as before before he tightened his hold on her again and was just happy to stand and hold her in his arms for several long moments before their breathing and heart rate began to synchronize and only once he fully trusted that she wasn’t going to leave again and wasn’t dreaming, did he finally relax and finally breathe easy. 

“There we go. Now, help me unpack.” She urged once he did as she pulled away and picked up a special pot with a special plant growing out of it. 

“What is that?” He asked. 

“This is a sapling of my elder tree from home. Do we have a place in a protected garden where we can plant this?” She asked. 

“Yes. Right this way.” He invited as he showed her the family’s private garden and where his personal plot in it was as she planted it there and then took a knife out and was about to cut her hand. 

“Ah!” He yelped and reached and pulled the knife from her hand to keep her from hurting herself. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as the knife then transformed to a feather in his hands. 

“Making our union permanent?” She answered. 

“By cutting yourself?” He asked as he seemed reluctant to give the feather back to her. 

“This is a perfume tree. It needs blood in the soil in order for it to take root. It needs our blood together to do so. It’s my elder tree. We all give it our moon blood. To keep feeding it and nourishing it. Just like you and I need our blood to stay alive. It doesn’t however need too much. Just a little bit. I was going to heal myself and you after. Do you not want this?” She asked. 

“No, I want us, I just don’t want you to be hurt.” He clarified. 

“But doesn’t childbirth hurt?” She asked him. 

“It does.” He confirmed, rather reluctantly. 

“But isn’t the new life worth the pain?” She reasoned as she scooted closer to him as they knelt in the dirt as she dipped her head to look up into his face. 

“It is.” He confirmed. “So is this. This tree will only grow and give us sustaining life if we do the same. It’s not asking for a person’s life to be sacrificed. It’s just asking for a little blood. Blood I’m ready and willing to give. Are you?” She asked. 

“For you? I am.” He confirmed as he handed her the feather back and watched as it became a smaller blade in her hand. 

“There. Put your hand above mine, like this.” She moved his hand before her palm under his so that the bend in her palm would line up with his own as she moved so that she knelt in front of him as his other hand wrapped around her waist. 

“Ready, now the vow is ‘with this life blood, I give life with my mate’. Can you repeat that?” She asked. 

“With this life blood, I give life with my mate’.” He repeated. 

“Ok, now, we’re going to say that again, but as we say it, I will cut your palm and then mine, your blood will drip down your palm and down my own and into the hole we dug. Then we will plant the sapling and then I’ll heal you and myself. You ready?” She coached. 

“Yeah.” He nodded and braced himself. 

“With this life blood, I give life with my mate.” They said in unison as the blade sliced from his palm to hers as they held their hand over the center of the hole and let some blood trickle down into the hole before she reached for the plant, putting her still bleeding hand over the bark of the small sapling as he realized she had already cut it with the blade just after she cut their hands and gripped it with her and reached around and over her to help pull it from the pot and plant it into the hole as the sap began to get into the wound and he was surprised when all the pain left his hand and the moment she pulled her hand back. Their blood had mixed with the white sap of the tree and their hands now had a stripe of white sap over the wound, and was healing it as she used her other hand to push down more soil around the base as he did the same as the sap became almost like a rubber or even a paint over the wound that kept anything else from getting into it they used all four of their hands to help bury the roots of the sapling before she kissed his cheek sweetly as his head came to rest over her shoulder as he pulled her to sit down into his lap once the sapling was planted before he kissed her back sweetly and appreciated the sheer beauty of her and the tree. 

“So what’s a perfume tree?” He asked. “A perfume tree is a tree that gives you flowers that are perfect to make perfume with. Or soaps or candles or especially incense with.” “We have merchants who travel all over and have incense of all kinds that they sell to all the temples. And special perfume oils to the perfumers. I think my mother and my sisters in law have bottles of it that they wear on special occasions.” He answered. 

“Nice, well with this, we can now make our own and sell it to others for any price that you feel is fair. Because again, I’m still learning your money system.” She invited. 

“Oh, ok. Wow. Well that solves that then.” He seemed pleasantly surprised. 

“Solves what?” She asked. “What avenue of business I was going to go into once I graduate from my basic military training. Every male in the nation receives at least some basic self defense. Most enlist to get official military training, others more can graduate from basic training into more specialized training. But I was not really drawn to such teachings. And before I met you, I wasn’t sure at all what I was going to do with my life once I graduated. But now, thanks to you. Now I do. I want to help you to care for this tree and it’s blooms for whatever purpose you’d like. As you can see there are many dragon heart trees here. I know the butter from the seed of the fruit is great for soaps and conditioners. So we will have that as an ingredient we don’t have to buy to make that as well.” He realized. 

“Perfect.” She grinned happily as she was content to simply sit in Kalmeak’s lap and embrace, happy to rest against his strong body, and have her sapling taking to the soil. The blood that dripped from his hand to hers, told her that their future children would be quite magnificent, when they would come. 

“Hello.” Kalmeak’s mother and father greeted once they came into the garden to see Kalmeak with his otherwise rather bare plot before the pair turned to see them and she got to see her new daughter in law. 

“Hello. I’m Kallura, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Kallura pleasantly greeted once she got up with Kalmeak to officially meet his parents. 

“The pleasure is all ours. I’m Kalmeak’s mother Thriadrian, you can call me Theda though, and this is his father, Lianxuas, or Lian for short. So what did you plant in the garden?” She asked as they came over and gestured to the sapling. “Oh it’s a sapling of my elder tree from home. It’s a perfume tree. The flowers can be used for all many of things that need a pleasant scent.” She explained. “Oh how wonderful!” Theda cooed happily as she came over to appreciate the small sapling. “So will it need anything to help it grow?” She asked. 

“Do the women in the family have a moon blood? Like bleed when they are not pregnant? Or perhaps, gravid?” She asked. 

“It is considered- gravid, and yes we do.” Theda answered, granted with a bit more surprise because such a subject wasn’t exactly “polite” to talk about openly in mixed company. 

“Well if you could please put such blood on this tree, it needs the nourishment, even if it’s older and dying blood.” She gestured to the tree. “Really? Oh, ok. Of course, we can do that, certainly.” Theda readily agreed, not expecting that such things could actually be useful to anyone or anything, other than to prove that a woman was not gravid with fertile eggs. 

“Thank you.” Kallura answered. 

“Well we have dinner inside, if you’d like to join us and meet the rest of the family.” Lian invited. “Yes please.” Kallura nodded as she took Kalmeak’s arm and walked with him back into the main part of the house where the rest of his family was, eagerly waiting to meet her and welcome her into the family as Kallura took a special interest in all the kids, having younger siblings about their sizes and ages as they seemed to be in awed wonder at how ‘angelic’ she was as they shared with her, their lesson books to help her learn draconic like they were in schooling lessons, as she helped to teach them marinai and common better. They were the most patient in helping her learn to say the different sounds that went into their names as she learned there was an informal name they had when they were very young and then a more “proper” name they would use when they would grow up and be known to more than just their family. As Kallura got to learn Kalmeak’s childhood name. Nipper. Which Kallura thought was just adorable, and if anything, fitting as they shared a large and quite lavish family banquet as Kallura was delighted that she was welcomed as warmly as she was sure Kalmeak would be when he’d meet her family when they would come and visit.

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#5

Being Useful

Another birthday as you get older. People jokingly telling you that you would be able to retire soon. You were at a small party on a Sunday afternoon with friends. You felt like life was passing you by. Some were in amazing careers, others were married and having kids. Buying houses. It was silly but you decided to make a wish. "I wish I could do something useful this year," you blew out the candle.

That night you began having weird dreams. Dozens of children calling you mommy. Milk flowing freely for them all to drink from enormously swollen breasts. Your walk was a waddle slowed by an oversized growing belly. The perfect place for you triple sized mommy milkers to rest. You pussy was a perfect place for a fertile healthy cock to pump into as it milked the potent cum deep in your body.

You wake up in a sweat and notice it is still very early. You decide to get up and hit the office early. Maybe you can finish up and get out early and go to the gym or go to happy hour. Although, the thought of alcohol suddenly turns your stomach. You pull out your tightest skirt that shows off your wide hips. You think about how great your hips are for fucking. The dreams come back and you turn to the side and imagine what you’d look like heavily pregnant. In your daydream, you forget to get a bra as you button up a blouse.

The whole drive you just think of how great and useful you would be swollen in pregnancy. Having baby after baby. You for some reason listen to a new mom’s podcast. Talking feeding and caring for babies. One even was already pregnant again. So useful you think. You think how great it would be so nice to just be kept one after the other.

You arrive at the office and hardly anyone is there. You see your supervisors car. He was transferred in about two months ago. Young but driven. He had already accomplished a lot. He was the talk of everyone in the office. No girlfriend, high paying job and handsome. Right now you think about how good he would be to breed you and your fantasies don’t disappoint.

Nipples are pressed hard against your shirt as you walk in. He is in the break room making the coffee for the day. Before he even sees you, he can smell you. His body tensed up and suddenly it overtakes him. Like a man possessed he turns and sizes you up. You can smell him too. God is he fertile. He is across the room is seconds as you feel the need to obey whatever he says. He is your supervisor, your big, sexy, fertile supervisor.

His hand is up your skirt and he feels your already soaked cunt. He rubs around and then puts three fingers inside. It’s not what either of you crave though. He strokes a few times before he hikes your skirt up and throws you on the table. You unbutton your blouse as he yanks his cock out. It’s already hard and ready to fill you as a huge drop of precum leaks down. Your mind empties out seeing it as he goes to slide on your waiting hole. As soon as he begins fucking you, your brain tells you how useful you are. How his balls will empty and fill you. He is going faster and harder. He grabs the table so you won’t slide away. Harder and harder his cock pounds into you. You begin to use your pussy to milk his cum out you need that. The grunts and moans as he fucks you, images fill his head with you so pregnant you can’t move with your tits flowing with milk. He wants it. He keeps his pace and begins muttering “breed her, breed her, breed her”. He begins to cum and he sucks on your breasts. Sucking harder with each squirt of cum. You begin to orgasm yourself as you feel the cum.

“Your assignment today is to be useful and keep that cum in you. Your gonna be a good little breeder.” He pours you both coffee and struts away even more confident than before.

You hold the coffee to your lips but immediately the smell caused you to flinch back. He must have brewed it wrong. You stick to your water deciding to get another cup later. You never do. The smell was making you nauseous.

You tried to sit at your desk calmly but you imagined getting pumped full by every male co-worker imagining who could fill you to be enormously pregnant the most. Your supervisor got 7 in your fantasies. Your hand was up your skirt stroking your clit and massaging your empty, fertile pussy. Your other hand unbuttoned your blouse and began teasing your nipples imagining your tits swollen with milk dripping down your body. Your ever swelling body a sign of how useful you are. More and more babies growing and feeding because of you. Your mind constantly going back to your supervisor who you fucked this morning.

You remember the feeling of his cock pounding into you over and over until he came. Your mouth is hanging open as your fingers furiously try to give you the same feeling but fail. You office door has a forceful knock when he walks in. You can see the thick health bulge growing in his pants.

“Hands on the table, time to be useful,” he grabs you and places you in position. You turn and catch sight of his cock and balls. They seemed bigger than this morning. Heavier and more full. You expectant cunt is greedy for more as he begins to fuck, the tip seeking out your cervix. After a few shallower thrusts, he hits it. It sets off animal like instincts. He won’t stop until your full of cum and there is no doubt of you being bred. Every thrust he is dripping gobs of potent cum. You’re already full of it as he heads toward climax.

You steady your hips and hold firm as you feel his cock tense. He paused and makes sure all the cum shoots as deep in as possible. As he unloads inside you, your orgasm as he deposits nearly a full liter of cum. Your stomach puffs out as it fills you. After a few moments he slides out and readjusts his out. He sets you gently on your chair making sure you don’t lost a single drop. After the hard fucking, you pass out in your chair.

When you finally come to it, it’s 8 pm. The office has long emptied. At some point, the supervisor came in and fucked you again but you could hardly keep your eyes open. You look down at your stomach. You are easily 4 months pregnant. You can feel the babies moving in you. Definitely 3 or 4. Your tits are massive with huge darkened nipples. You can almost feel them making milk. Your skirt is pressed to its limit as you waddle to your car. You need to go and eat. Maybe a chicken sandwich with pickles. And ice cream. And peanut butter. And some tacos with jelly. This is just the beginning. You are already imagining your next pregnancy caring for these babies and making more.

You dream of being useful all night. Your supervisor will keep you pregnant and full. Pushing your body to grow and carry more. Using your overflowing breasts to feed a tiny army of babies. Never getting a flat stomach again. You orgasm many times in your sleep.

When you wake the next morning, hardly anything will fit your body. Your massive stomach is 7 months with 5 healthy growing babies. You waddle and jiggle with every step. Your supervisor stops by your house for a morning fuck and drives you in as you give him a hand job to help relieve the pressure of his massive baseball sized breeding balls. He proudly walks you in so everyone knows he bred you and made you useful.

No one thinks it’s weird that in 3 days you a fully pregnant with multiples. In fact the whispers are about how all the women want to be like you and the men want a chance to make a woman be as useful as you.

“Sorry we are late with your birthday but here is your cake” as they sing to you. You stroke your enormous belly as you formulate you wish. “I wish everyone here could be useful like me”

227 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#4

My mom had me young. She did it on purpose. She was a sorority girl and popular girl who wanted me as an accessory. She chose my frat boy father because he was easy for her to manipulate and control. It didn’t hurt that he was a trust fund baby who could buy her all the pretty useless luxury goods.

I was her first. She had hopes of having a little Barbie doll mini me. She instead got bookish and quiet type me. I don’t care about hair, clothes or make up. I spent so much time hiding with a book and doing my school work. Some how every sibling after me was exactly like my parents wanted except me, so I’m kind of the black sheep.

I wanted to go to college far away but my parents are insisting on their alma mater. They are paying so I can’t argue much unless I want to take out loans. My mother won’t stop talking about me rushing her sorority. Like they would let me in with my messy ponytail and sweatpants.

Today is my 18th birthday and my parents had a whole set up of gifts for me. Everything looks like it’s for my mom or something my younger sisters would want. Not even a single book I asked for. The only thing that was on my list was the latest phone but it was entirely pink and encrusted with diamonds too much for me but I guess it was a compromise. I could fix it later.

I picked it up and started playing with it. Mindless scrolling and enjoying a rest on my birthday. When I checked the clock suddenly four hours have passed. What had I even been doing for that long? A text popped up from my friend, she wanted to know what time I wanted to meet for the concert to our favorite punk band. I said 5 and we could grab burgers and fries before.

My mom always wanted me to enjoy her trendy pop and club music. Go to eat over priced fancy door or salads and green juices with her. I preferred the basics. I was about to start picking out an outfit from my wardrobe of neutrals and black, when my mom popped in.

“Let’s get your nails done for your birthday!” I was about to fight about my plans when I saw my nails did look a bit grungy even for me. I could get a simple color and be done. I still had all afternoon before I met my friends.

I followed her to her pink luxury car. I always thought it was obnoxious that it was all pink and had crystals all over but today I thought it did look kind of cool in the driveway and my friends always drooled over it and my mom.

“You can play on your new phone,” she cranked up her music and some bubbly pop song filled the car. As I scrolled, I tapped my foot and bopped my head a bit. This playlist was kind of catchy.

“See even in music mother knows best,” my mom smiled and made it even louder. My mom didn’t have terrible taste I suppose. She pulled into the parking lot and strut in with me trailing behind her. Everyone greeted her there and she pulled me to an open station. I didn’t even get a chance to pick a color.

“Just keep watching videos on your phone and relax! It’s your birthday princess. Mother knows best” I watched for what felt like minutes as the manicurist worked. Suddenly she stopped and I looked down and saw the brightest sparkling nails ever. Not what I wanted but it matched my mom’s set. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say.

“So cute!!!” Mom gushed. She tipped the workers and we left. We stepped out and instead of going towards the car she ushered me to the hair salon and walked in.

“Mother knows best darling. Right?” She asked me.

“Yes mom.” I answered. She was just trying to spend time with me I guess. The stylist who always trimmed my hair came up. She looked particularly gleeful. She ushered me back to the dye section. I never did this.

“Match her to me it will look so perfect on her.” My mom ordered the girl sweetly.

“Mother knows best” the girl answered happily. My mom would know since I never really got into hair. I hope I look as pretty as my mom. I wonder if she can show me how to do my make up before the concert. I looked at the time and saw that it was getting late. I texted my friend that I was running late, I would meet her at the concert. My mom could stop and get me a smoothie and some expensive sushi maybe! She knows the best places.

We stopped at one more place. It was some doctor's office.

"Dr Vayak will give you your final gift."

"It's sucking out any final resistance and useless knowledge to give you a perfect pair of breasts, like any Delta Alpha Beta girl should have."

I let out a giggle. It felt so funny feeling the vacuum on my chest.

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230 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#3

You clicked reblog. Damn right! The patriarchal misogynistic society. Of course you had a not like other girls phase. Who didn’t?

You got a message. Seemed like a rather harmless account. A few reblogs here and there. Nothing weird. A cheesy joke bio. Then you saw! They were who you reblogged that post from! You opened the message.

Your computer flashes filling the whole room with a blinding silver light. You felt your head go fuzzy instantly. Your whole body feels tight as you look at your computer to see what caused it, when a silver swirl pulls you in.

“You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs. You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs. You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs.”

More and more messages came through repeating it again and again. Hours of reading. You couldn’t look away. You could only read.

“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs!”

Your interests seemed to melt away. Shelves of books and intellectual pursuits faded into over priced make up. Rows of lipsticks and palettes of eye shadows. Hundreds of products. All to make you look prettier. All the blogs and podcasts you followed shifted into shallow, pursuits of beauty and sex. You exist to please men. You are just make up and boobs. Just like other girls.

Thinking? Going to College? Ick. That’s hard work! You should leave it to the boys. You belong at a salon getting your nails and hair done. You just need to look pretty for the big smart boys. You are a silly dumb blonde with nothing better than to look pretty.

“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs”

Strong and independent? Ewwwww! You are weak and submissive. A man can tell you what to do. Only a man’s opinion matters. You are useless without a man. You are going to use your nice big boobies and your warm, wet pussy to show him that he can control you.

“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs”

You forwarded the messages to anyone who reblogged that post! They were so silly for thinking they could be any different. Girls are just make up and boobs!

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265 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#2

He forced her into his hotel room. She had never seen him before. He said he had a gun. She was being kidnapped at the hotel she was staying at on her two week long solo trip.

Wrists tied above her head she laid struggling on the luxurious hotel bed. The rooms were sound proof, no one would hear her. She needed to get to the phone or the hallway. But she laid in the bed hands bound above her head and feet tied together to the corner of the bed. The phone was across the room where her captor laid.

He watched her struggle ignoring any pleas or threats. Just laughing in her face every so often. There was a knock on the door and for a moment she thought she was saved. He rushed to get it and before a word left her mouth he was back in the room holding a spray bottle.

He stood over here and began soaking her in the spray. She felt the mist coat every inch, getting her her nose. It seeped into her mouth causing her to begin coughing. With her mouth open, several heavy sprays went in. It was so fruity and sweet, like her favorite cocktail. She finally heard the kidnapper speak for the first time.

“First let’s blow up those boobies”

Like a pump was attached, silicone filled them, slowly getting bigger and bigger. Faker and faker. Rounder and rounder. Her once average shirt was now pushed to its limits trying to contain a massive fake pair of breasts.

“These are obscene!”she screamed in shock, hardly able to comprehend that whatever that spray was, her body was under his command.

“Oh you don’t need big words any more,” her tongue buzzed removing her ability to say anything long or complicated “just try to say it now.”

“I said these are obsiigfii…objiiiii…..obbbb big silly boobies!” She covered her mouth. No she could say big words!

“No I can talk! I’m imteligiant, Intallimahshs. Infffffffff. Imma a big smartie!” She let out a forcible giggle. Oh god, this was turning her on. Her own body betraying her. Seeing herself with huge fuck tits. She looked good. Being sexy was turning her on.

“You want to be a big fake bimbo,” he said in a smug tone.

Suddenly she was imagining, showing off her pretty tiddies. People looking at her because she was so sexy. Men and women wanting her. She felt her body getting warmer, her pussy was beginning to get wet as she imagined her captor teasing her with his cock. She imagined becoming faker and enjoying it She tried to hide it but her mouth betrayed her.

“I’m a sexy horny dumb girl! Wanna be fake bimbo! ”

“Of course you are!” He pointed at you again “Faker, hornier, sluttier,” like a tingle that spread through her body, it over took her. She couldn’t fight it. Her face became the work of a surgeons knife and the girl ms at the make up counters every where. Fake hair bleached to an unreal shade of blonde. Nails so long, painted and bedazzled.

Her hips filled out and no one would think it her natural shape. The silicone flooded into her butt. The curves were made for pleasure. Looking at herself in the mirror on the bed, all tied up and sexy. She looked at the man. He had a cock. She should please him. He had another hour before pick up came to take another finished product to be sold to some rich man. Time for his tip.

372 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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tried to discuss wanting to taper back and heal my problematic relationship with cannabis with my therapist and she just started going into “marijuana is a gateway drug, my son started with marijuana and progressed to hard drugs.” “you can live without it, your addiction is telling you that you can’t” and i was just -.- this is why i don’t fucking talk about it and that silence leads to shame and secrecy which leads to MORE USAGE.

i’m not the fucking average recreational “addict”. and this total abstinence approach is perpetually turning many drug users away. if i stop usage completely forever i will go back to no longer being able to WALK more than 50 ft. i will have bedridden days/weeks again. i will not be able to work. i will not be able to dance or hike. i will struggle to leave my home for long periods of time if there’s nowhere to lay down. i will not be able to go out on windy days, i will not be able to hug my loved ones because of allodynia. i will need constant help with my ADLs, i will have many days i’m not able to bathe myself, feed myself, get up and fucking close the window myself.

i will be stuck in poverty after the exhausting and drawn out process of trying to get on disability. my case will not be easy at all because i have worked part time after my diagnosis. not to mention the govt is currently changing the definition of disability due to so many people getting long covid. this is not catastrophizing. this is not the “addiction” speaking. so please, fuck off with the total abstinence and brainstorm HARM REDUCTION with me.