#what is big wife for if not Climbing and Perching

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wifies

#mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah Them <3 #i like to think that rogers uses jade as her personal jungle gym #what is big wife for if not Climbing and Perching #scribble garnish #not-fish <3 #oc #original character #dragon #dragons #they are Thee immortal pairing to me #living in the past and future / living in the present #plagued by the knowledge that she will always leave / secure in the resolve that she will always come back #eternal memory / will forget and remember a thousand times over

[loulouwrites]

BIRTHDAYS . ALFIE SOLOMONS

summary: birthdays are a big event in the solomons household - especially when it's alfie's favourite daughter's big day. warnings: swearing, children being children, comlicated family dynamics, fluff, alfie loves all his children equally (honest), unedited word count: 2.2k a/n: nobody asked for this but here's a lil birthday story. this is the last of the prewritten stories but there's definitely more to come. ( i wrote this three melatonin deep so, if it makes no sense, forgive me!)

Alfie woke up to what felt like a ton of bricks being thrown onto his stomach.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned, the bed bouncing up and down, jostling him from his sleep.

"Fucking hell," a little voice giggled from beside him and his eyes shot open at the sound. His daughter was kneeling beside him on the bed, already dressed for the day, wearing a frilly dress that reminded Alfie of a trifle, and pink ribbons in her - usually - wild hair.

"It's by birthday, dad," Bessie laughed, still bounching up and down on the bed.

"Have you already had your cake, Bess?" Alfie sat up begrudginly, leaning against the headboard, holding his arms out so Bessie could climb in his lap.

"Waiting for daddy," she pointed a finger at him in a way that reminded him of her mother, she was going through a phase of imitating everybody around her - it was endearing when she imitated her mum, less so when she imitated him.

"Well, we best get a move on, then," he swung his feet out of the bed, dragging the now three year old with him, her laughter drowning out the groan he let out due to the strain in his back from carrying the girl that seemed to get heavier everyday.

He carried her into the kitchen, ruffling Benjamin's hair as he passed him, the boy sitting quietly at the table eating his breakfast.

"Alfie, put her down," his wife warned as she fussed with the cake on the bench, little Noah perched on her hip, sucking on his thumb, taking in the scene. He was the calmest of the three children so far, he was only four months old, but Alfie swore he was going stay like that until adulthood - always calm, always studying those around him.

Alfie obeyed his wife, placing Bessie gently on the ground and walking to approach his wife, his daughter following close behind him, eyes fixed on the cake her mother was almost done perfecting.

He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, and then one on little Noah's hair, not oblivious to the toddler gripping onto his leg. He eyed the cake suspiciously, the colourful icing and decorations feeling like an assault on his eyes.

"What happened to a Vicky sponge? When did these things have to get all fancy?" He lifted a finger to touch the cake, but his hand was swatted away before he could reach - and ruin - it.

"It's the fashion now, old man, you need to get used to it," she smiled, raking her eyes up and down his body, her eyes narrowing. "Why aren't you dressed? It's nearly ten, Alf, party starts at twelve."

"Fuckin' hell, I'll go now," he groaned, reaching down to pick up Bessie from her place beside him, muttering to her as they left the kitchen together. "Your mum is so horrible on birthdays."

"Mum is horrible," Bessie laughed along, not really knowing what she was saying.

"It's not fair! Bessie got more presents than I did," Benjamin huffed, arms crossed over his chest from his seat on the sofa, his mother rubbing his shoulder soothingly.

"Will you stop your whining?" Alfie spoke to his son, he was sat cross legged on the floor, helping Bessie open the perfectly wrapped presents, the floor covered in floral wrapping paper.

His mother leaned in to her son's side, pulling him to her gently. "Yours were more expensive," she winked, earning a smile from the boy.

"A baby!" Bessie laughed as she opened her final present, the fabric doll with bright red hair and rosy cheeks making Alfie jump from his seat on the floor.

"Fuckin' hell," he took the doll from his daughter's hands, holding it up to show the other three people in the room. "It's uglier than Benny when he was born."

"Alfie!-"

"Dad-"

The mother and son chastised the man, the little girl throwing her head back as she laughed.

"We're the only one's with a sense of humour in this house, Bess," he muttered, handing the ugly doll back to her.

The doorbell rang at exactly twelve, and Alfie answered with Bessie dangling upside down in his arms.

"Oh, it's you," he said flatly when he saw the woman on the other side of the door.

"Bubbee!" Bessie shrieked, wriggling to get out of her father's grip, and he let her down as gently as possible, which wasn't easy considering she was upside down. Bessie slid ungracefully to the floor, picking herself up, unphased, throwing her arms around her grandmother.

"Happy birthday, Elisabeth," she smiled, and Alfie rolled his eyes, Bessie's head turned to him, a frown on her face.

"Who's Lisabeth?"

"Come in," Alfie turned before the woman could respond, speaking under his breath, "or fuck off home, I don't care."

"I hope I'm not too early," the older woman spoke as she trailed behind him. "I was told twelve."

Alfie ignored her, stalking into the kitchen where his wife was pulling some form of baked good out of the oven - she went overboard in his opinion.

"Your mother's here," he said in an overly cheerful tone, gesturing to where the woman stood behind him.

"Hello-"

The woman interrupted her daughter's greeting, moving to inspect the birthday cake that was now presented on a crystal stand on the kitchen table.

"Is this the cake?" She raised a brow, and Alfie lifted his head to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. "It's awfully fancy, you were lucky if you got a Victoria sponge."

His head snapped to his wife, who was now standing with a sly grin on her face.

"It's funny you should say that mum, because Alfie-"

"It ain't fancy at all," Alfie interrupted with a scoff. "Anyways, our Elisabeth deserves the best, don't ya, Lis?" He scopped his daughter up in his arms.

"Who is Lis?" She frowned.

The doorbell rang, breaking the awkward tension in the room.

"Thank fuck for that," Alfie sighed, carrying Bessie to answer the door for the second time.

In hindsight, inviting twenty people with twenty toddlers into their home wasn't the best idea. The house had been filled with screams of laughter and terror for the better part of two hours, and it was driving Alfie mental.

He didn't really like kids, he thought they were dirty, messy and stupid. His children were the exeption, they were clever and clean - even four month old Noah had better manners than some of these three year olds. If Bessie's birthday taught him anything, it was that the only children he liked were his own.

"You want a drink, Alf?" His wife's brother? cousin? asked him holding up a glass of whiskey from the other side of the living room.

"Don't touch it...mate," Alfie declined, shaking his head in disgust at the gesture. He was telling the truth, this day not only marked the birth of his daughter, but the last time he had a sip of alcohol - determined not to have a repeat of three years ago. He was proud himself for that, he had never been a big drinker, even in his younger days, but he never felt obligated to swear off the stuff until the day Bessie was born - whether it was because he felt genuine guilt, or the reoccuring nightmare regarding Ms Abrams and that Charles Dickens book, he wasn't too sure.

Bessie was asleep next to him on the sofa when his wife approached with a cup of tea, the little girl's mouth open, pink icing still smeared across her face, it was the first time she'd fallen asleep before her bedtime since the day she was born.

"Your family drinks too much," Alfie eyed the fathers in the corner of the room, growing more rowdy as the minutes ticked by, the expensive bottle of whiskey he bought his wife for his birthday now empty, barely a drop left.

She raised a brow at him, "is that a fucking joke? A Solomons is saying my family drinks too much?"

"We sell, we don't drink."

"You don't drink, your cousins on the other hand?" She shook her head as if she were trying to shake the thought of his family away. She had only met them a handful of times, at weddings or funerals, and she was happy to keep their interactions at a minimum, lest she receive another black eye from being shoved away during a drunken scuffle.

"My family are fun," Alfie protested, though there was no real fight in his tone. "Yours are drunk and stuck up."

"It's a three year old's birthday, Alfie. I'd take drunk and stuck up over hammered and violent."

There was a smile on her face as she spoke, his family was fun, though she would never admit it.

He kicked everyone out at five. throwing his arms up as he herded them out of the house, wishing them well and thanking them for coming, not caring about their response.

"Yeah, bye now, Rachel, by now," he said, closing the door on his wife's aunt before she could say anything in response. He slumped against the closed against the closed door, his forehead pressing into the cool wood, closing his eyes relishing the sound of silence.

"Alfie."

"Fuck," he shouted, spinning around to face his mother-in-law, who was stood directly behind him, her hat on her head and gloves on her hands. "You leavin' so soon?"

"It was nice seeing you, Alfie but I don't want to overstay my welcome," she offered him a strained smile.

"You?" His eyes widened, a fake smile on his face. "Never." He opened the door for her, not waiting until she had fully passed the threshold before slamming it shut.

The family were sat in the living room in silence, the chaotic mess surrounding them completely forgotten as they savoured the calmnmess that enveloped the house since the last guest left.

Bessie was still flat out at Alfie's side, Noah sleeping against his mother's chest.

"Dad?" Benjamin said from Alfie's other side, and Alfie opened one eye to glance at his son. "Is Bessie your favourite?"

"Now what makes you think that?" Alfie opened both of his eyes, sitting up carefully as to not wake the birthday girl.

"You say it all the time."

"Well...yeah, I suppose I do," he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "No, she isn't, because I don't have a favourite."

Benajamin offered his father a skeptical look, one that clearly said 'I don't believe you.'

Okay, the truth is, your sister needs more reassurance than you do," he gestured his son to lean in, whispering in his ear, "you're my real favourite."

Benjamin smiled a toothy smile, jumping up from the sofa and happily running up the stairs to his bedroom.

His wife grinned at him from the seat across from him.

"Liar," she whispered.

It was six o'clock when the doorbell rang, and everybody's head lifted to glance at the door from the dining room table.

"Now, who could that be?" Alfie rose dramatically from his chair, his eyes flickering in between his two oldest children, "I wonder if it's Bessie and Benjamin's big present." He strode towards the front door, ignoring his wife's panicked calling of his name.

"About time," he spat at Ollie, motioning for him to come inside, the present following behind the two men apprehensively.

The children were sat up straight in their seats when he returned to the dining room, a smile on his face, their hopeful expressions turning into ones of pure joy when they saw the four legged creature sat at his feet, panting happily.

"Please don't hurt me," Ollie whispered, his eyes fixed on the woman sat at the dining table, a scowl on her face.

"A doggy!" Bessie screamed, jumping down from her chair and running to kneel in front of the animal, Benjamin following her happily.

"It's fucking massive, Alfie," his wife spat, her arms crossed across her chest. "Where did it even come from?"

"Funny story that," he pointed to the Ollie, then to the dog. "Ollie found it, behind the bakery, getting beaten half to death by some cunt, poor thing...truly fucked up what happened to it...and Ollie brought it into the bakery," his wife glared at him but he continued on, "yesterday all this happened, why I was so late home."

"What happened to the owner, dad?" Benjamin asked, patting the happy dog on its head, laughing as she leaned in to lick his face gratefully.

"Well..." Alfie cocked his head to the side, "gave 'im a little warning, didn't I? He won't be harmin' no more dogs, let's put it that way."

"Can we keep her, mum?" Benjamin asked.

"Well I can't say no now, can I?" She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest, unmoved by her children's cheers.

"What's her name?" Bessie asked, hugging the dog around its broad shoulders.

"She don't have one, yet, thought the birthday girl should choose," he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't she look a bit like bubbee?"

"Bubbee!" Bessie squealed, "Name's bubbee!" The dog lurched up at the sound of her new name, knocking the toddler back as it licked her face gently.

"Fucking hell!" Bessie laughed, and her mother's eyes widened.

Alfie's eyes locked with his wife's, and he pointed to the little girl.

"Favourite," he mouthed.

#alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons fanfic

[ohtobeleah]

Slow, lazy, morning sex with Bobby boy #strictlyscandalous

Oh baby. This one–now this one resonated with me deeply.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous, Smut ahead.

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Imagine it. Maybe it's the morning after Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd gets back from the uranium mission. The night of his return after six agonising weeks away–Bob is just collapsing into your warm embrace in the car port of the little cobblestone house that you share. New home owners, newlyweds, so new in fact the ink on the paperwork Bob had to hand into his higher ups to have you put down as his emergency contacts and his next of kin had barely even dried.

Bob barely makes it out of the shower before his eyes are betraying him, he's a tired man but oh how he's missed his darling wife, his best friend. You know what's about to happen, Bob will climb into bed, freshly showered, shaved and in his thing one pyjama shirt. You of course his thing two. He’ll climb under the covers, exhale a sigh of relief because he made it home to you once again and all's right with the world.

Bob will kiss your cheek, kiss your neck and he’ll try to initiate something because the heart wants what the heart wants and what Bob Floyd wants every second of every day is the touch and feel of his beloved wife.

But that's not what happens. No. What happens is Robert FLoyd is asleep in about three minutes, his head resting in your chest as you read your latest murder mystery under the dim light of your bedside lamp. Reading glasses perched on your nose while the gentle snores of your husband filled the silence.

He's home, your fingernails rack through his damp locks, pushing the strands behind his ears until you know for sure that Bob is out cold for the night.

“Welcome home my superman.” You coo as you kiss the top of Bob's head. “You can rest now baby.” And that's exactly what Bob does until the early morning sun is kissing your skin, coaxing you from the embrace you found yourself in. Bob the big spoon, yourself the little spoon. Skin to skin because somewhere throughout the night you had both shed your matching T-shirts. The Lamoore heat must have taken two more victims–but neither you nor Bob were all that pressed. The only thing between you would have been your matching underwear. (Lame was your thing, as it was Bobs.)

“Good Morning Mrs Floyd.” Bob mumbled through a thick haze of southern mannerisms. You had missed his husky morning drawl with every fibre of your being. “How's my favourite girl doin?”

“So much better now that you’re home, Lietanent Floyd.” This very well may have been your honeymoon, you had everything pre-booked and paid for until Bob was getting that last minute request for that special detachment back at Miramar. “How's my government owned husband doing this morning?” You teased, there was nothing about the military you liked except for your husband. Bob simply pulled you further into him in response, mumbling against your neck as his eyes stayed closed and his breathing laboured.

“He's doing good, I missed you so much.” Bob coos. “I’ll spend a lifetime making up the fact we didn't get to go on our honeymoon, baby.” Bob knew deep down you were still a little upset over the fact it wasn't something the two of you got to experience, spending the five of the first six weeks you'd been a married woman on your own in your newly purchased house, while your husband very well risked his life. “But for now I just wanna lay here with you.”

You weren't going to deny Bob of his request, you were pretty content to lay in bed with Bob all day if that's what he wanted to do on his first full day of leave. But there was something pressing up against your ass you couldn't not acknowledge. Some incredibly hard and oh so thick that you had missed just as much as you had missed your husband.

“You just wanna lay here huh baby?” Bob can hear it in your voice, the delight his erection brings you is basically dripping from your tongue, making you drip at the thought of feeling Bob slip inside you after six agonising weeks alone. Nothing compared to Bob. no toy, no website, nothing. “What if I said I'm rather intrigued by what I can feel pressing against my ass right now.”

“I'd say I'm rather compelled to cure your curiosity.” In the early hours of the morning, Bob is pulling his boxer briefs down his china white thighs, it wasn't often they saw the light of day. Kissing your shoulder lazily as you push up against him. Bob groaned as he gave himself a few pumps, moving around the pre-cum that had oozed out of his tip to use it as a lubricant. Feeling you rid yourself of your panties in a fast stitch effort to settle back against him just as he was ready to push into you slowly, both laying on your sides.

“Ohhh–baby missed you so much.” Bob sighs in relief as he slides in between your slick lips, pushing into you with ease as you help to guide him in, reaching up and around your shoulder to cup his cheek. “Ohhh god, I missed you so much, wifey.” Bob doesn't move straight away when he finally buries himself inside you enough for the both of you to feel satisfied. He just stays pressed against you as he continuously kisses your shoulder.

“Always thought about you Lieutenant.” Your moans echoed off the walls that were still coated in darkness that the sun creeping into your room had yet to reach. “Every time I came when you weren't here your name slipped past my lips, wish you were here.” Bob moved as you softly moaned in response to his pace. “Bob, baby you feel so good.”

“Oh trust me–” There had been many times in the shower or back in his dorm that Bob had jerked off to the thought of you. “I was doing the same damn thing.” It made your heart skip a beat, to know Bob touched himself to the thought of you. Oh how you’d love to be a fly on the wall whenever he had his cock in his fist, straining at the thought of you as he worked himself towards an orgasm.

“Fuck, please go a little faster baby.” You whimpered as Bob reached around lazily to rub soft curled against your sensitive bundle of nerves, as he slowly thrust into you you were rocking back against him. You didn't even have your eyes open, Bob was talking out of the corner of his mouth. The sun had yet to truly rise and things were slow and laxity and the furthest things from needy and rushed. You had time, time in abundance. “Fuugghh–”

“Like that, do you Mrs Floyd?” Bob asked through a southern drawl as he hooked his chin into your shoulder, rocking his hips into you and you did with him.

“Shhh, too early.” Bob couldn't help but to laugh as you mumbled out a groan, the way you were moving your hips back into him told him all he needed to know. “But please baby, don't stop.”

“Just tell me what you want me to do baby and I’ll do it.” Bob was a pleasure, all he ever wanted was to listen to you moan his name, feel you clench around him, and make you his wife from the moment he first met you. He was pretty chuffed that the last one had been recently crossed off his short but very meaningful bucket list. “You wanna cum on my cock Mrs Floyd?”

“Mmhmm—“ Bob never let up in his slow, sloppy pace. He continued to circled his fingertips around your throbbing bundle of nerves and fucked slow into you. “Mmmm Bob baby wanna cum for you.”

“Holy shit if I hadn’t already asked I’d ask you to marry me—“ Bob smiled against your back as he let his forehead rest against your shoulder blade. “Cum for me baby, missed how pretty you look when you cum for me.”

There was a moment where you let your head fall back, a moan escaping as you whimpered Bob's name. Reaching up and around for him as you tensed and the tsunami of pleasure he brought to you washed over your body.

“Such a good wifey Mrs Floyd, you sound so pretty saying my name.” Bob smiled against your neck as he picked up the pace just a little bit, using your cunt to get him exactly where he needed to go. “I’m with you baby, right behind you.” He was. Bob was right there—he could feel his own orgasm pooling at the base of his shift as his balls tapped against the curve of your ass with every sloppy lazy thrust he gave you. “Ahhh—arrggg uhhh baby!” Bob cried as he came.

“Missed hearing you moan baby.” You coax him through, a thin layer of sweat over your forehead. “So hot—“

“Fuck your still clenching around me sweetheart, milking me for everything I’ve got.” You could feel Bob jolt against you, his voice strained as he sighed in pure ecstasy.

“You wanna say like this all morning?” You asked softly as you felt Bob shift inside you— softening, but never pulling out. He was content where he was, your ass in his crotch, his cock creamy and coated, plunged deep inside you. Unless it was life threatening Bob wasn’t moving as he tilted your head to kiss your cheek. Letting his head fall back against the pillow as he wrapped his arms around your waist—pulling you flush against him.

“Absolutely—i'm not going anywhere.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous robert ‘bob’ floyd #strictly scandalous #robert bob floyd #top gun bob #bob x reader #bob floyd imagine #bob top gun #bob floyd smut

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Good afternoon friends! Back with some more Single Dads AU, this one is a little longer and sadder than usual and I imagine the next snippet will be a follow up of this because I apparently can't write this fic in order of timeline.

Tagged by @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @aspecbuddie @cal-daisies-and-briars @hippolotamus @callmenewbie @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings and @smilingbuckley thank you my friends and go read their works RIGHT NOW

Snippet below the cut cause it's lengthy

Buck gets the text just as he’s loading the girls into his truck.

“Your phone pinged, Daddy” Lily says helpfully, booting the back of his seat to get his attention.

Buck knows. He’s been waiting for a text ever since he’d had to leave the hospital to pick the girls up from school. He’d wanted to stay but Hen had made him leave, saying there were enough people waiting around. If she didn’t pull through, Eddie wouldn’t want an audience for his grief.

Buck didn’t want Eddie to have an audience either. He wanted to help Eddie grieve, privately, where he knew he was safe. Where he knew Chris would be looked after.

But Hen had pushed him out the door and told him to collect his daughters, so that’s what he was doing. She’d texted him just as he’d arrive at the school to say that Bobby was there, which made him feel a little bit better.

“Thanks baby,” he replies, flicking Lily a tight smile over the headrest as he pulls out his phone. The text is from Eddie.

Eddie:

Shannon’s gone.

Fuck.

Buck blinks, swallowing thickly.

“Is everything okay, Dad?” Carrie asks, peering at Buck with concern. And that’s the other thing, somehow Buck has to tell his daughters, his sweet, precious girls who lost their own mother when Lily was only a few hours old, that their best friend, their Christopher, has lost his mother too.

But he’s not going to tell them here, in the parking lot of their school. So he nods, reassures Carrie that everything is fine, he even drives them past their favourite donut shop on the way home and buys them a donut of their choice.

It’s when they’re both sitting on the couch, Lily swinging her little legs because they’re not quite long enough to touch the floor, that Buck perches on the edge of the coffee table, pausing briefly to wipe a dusting of powdered sugar off Carries chin, and tells them what’s happened.

He takes a deep breath, not sure where to begin.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he begins tentatively.

“Did something bad happen?” Lily asks, her face falling.

Buck reaches out and squeezes her knee, rubbing the sparkly fabric of her tights. “Yeah a little.”

When neither girl moves to say anything, both looking up at him with big, worried eyes, he ploughs on.

“We went to an accident at work today. A really bad one. It was a car accident and – well it wasn’t good. Uncle Chim and Aunty Hen tried really hard to save the lady, but she didn’t make it.”

He takes a deep breath, reaching out to brush a stray curl from Carrie’s forehead, before continuing.

“It was Christopher’s mom. Shannon’s –“ his voice breaks and he hangs his head.

“Christopher’s mommy died?”

Carrie’s voice is so small it breaks Buck’s heart. It’s the same voice he heard when he came home from the hospital, Lily wrapped up in a tiny bundle in her carrier and his wife’s wedding ring on a chain around his neck, as he’d knelt in front of his two-year-old daughter and told her her Momma wasn’t coming home.

“Yeah baby,” Buck swallows hard and grabs each girl, pulling them against his chest. “Chris’s mommy died. So, we’re going to need to be super strong for them, okay? They’re gonna need a lot of love and support, like we did when Sar- when Momma died.”

He sniffles, jolting a little when he feels little hands on his face as Lily wipes away his tears, just like he wipes hers when she scuffs her knee or Carrie says something mean to her.

“Do we need to make them food?” she asks, climbing up onto Buck’s knee.

“We can make them Mac and Cheese, that’s Chris’s favourite” Carrie pipes up and Buck lets out a watery chuckle, cupping the back of Carrie’s head as he kisses her forehead.

“You two are both such sweet girls. I think they’d really like that.”

His phone dings again and he fishes it out of his pocket.

Eddie:

Can we come over? I can’t be alone right now

Buck flicks off a quick response.

“Should we get it started then?”

Buck:

Of course. Stay as long as you need

Carrie perks up and Lily pushes herself off his knee, running for the kitchen.

“Right now?” Carrie asks, slipping her hand in Buck’s as they cross the room. “Are they gonna come over?”

“Yeah, I think Eddie and Chris need some friends right now.”

Carri nods resolutely. “They’re our best friends,” she says, looking up at Buck with big, determined, blue eyes. “We can make the hurt go away.”

Tagging @theotherbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @fionaswhvre @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @jesuisici33 @transboybuckley @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @bucksbackwardcap

#the scene after this is going to make me cry so hard #I promise I'm going to have Eddie's POV of this #I just couldnt do it right now because it's DEPRESSING

[elvisabutler]

we'll kiss just as before

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x female reader word count: 1839 warnings: rutting against beds. dry humping so to speak. coming on thighs. breastfeeding kink. light sub elvis. light mommy kink. light dom reader. elvis is a selkie. bit of fingering kind of. use of the words mama. tiny bit of aftercare. brief mention of a rough pregnancy. author’s note: welcome to day 13 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, breastfeeding kink with selkie elvis presley x reader. fun time for context author's note. this takes place in an alternate 1978 where elvis is living his life with his wife, lisa and his now two sons. truth be told anything i write for this series of fics probably will always live in this au ending to elvis's life. probably dying maybe in the 90s/00s. in case anyone ever wants to request more from them even if it's fluff. i was supposed to write a piece before this that explains jesse's origins but time's gotten away from me lately so consider this me doing my normal shenanigan of writing out of order. also if you have no idea what this series/verse is, the masterlist is right here. beyond that long winded author’s note, special thanks to @stylespresleyhearted, @ab4eva and @prompted-wordsmith for being seal!!! at me always. also once again, i really do love how y'all liked this and received it and live to see your thoughts on my writing. and yes i did post these within an hour-ish of each other. because this has been finished for a while. also. divider by @/cafekitsune over here on tumblr.

In the time you've known Elvis— in that small window of his life— you've known him to be an insatiable sort of man. Not gluttonous, though he can err that way, but a man who allows himself to live life with an intensity that makes you proud to call him your husband. On bad nights you wonder what would have happened if your paths had never crossed again because of his skin or if they had never crossed when Anita had broken up with him. Those nights are few and far between though, soothed away with a stepdaughter who you adore, a son you carried in your belly for nine excruciatingly long months and a little baby boy adopted by a selkie who took one look at a little baby seal and told you that he was your son— told you it was God's way of providing the two of you with another child without the risk of your health. It's a blessing John was still young enough to be suckling at your breasts when you adopted Jesse. It's a blessing that at the young baby's cries your breasts rose to the occasion, swelling up like they did when John was a newborn, leaking at inopportune times and causing Elvis to laugh in sheer delight that his wife— his perfect seal wife— had so much milk within her breasts that it came out even when no one was there to catch it but him.

No, you've always known that Elvis is an insatiable sort of man, and nights like this remind you of it as you climb into bed, taking in the sight of him naked as the day he was born, glasses perched on his nose as he reads quietly. Your eyes roam over his body, watching his rounded stomach rise and fall, wetness from sweat or perhaps a shower causing the hair on it to stick to him reminding you that despite being a seal he's practically a bear when it comes to the hair on his chest and belly. You feel yourself clenching around nothing the longer you stare and yet you don't speak, don't put into words your thoughts even as Elvis starts to shut his book and glances over at you, eyes zeroing in on your breasts.

"They're still lookin' full," he murmurs, moving to set his book on the nightstand next to him. "He ain't eaten?"

Your hands move to take off his glasses as you shrug, hissing slightly as Elvis moves his hand against the fuller of your two breasts. "No, he's eating, but— not enough tonight. He's full, but so are they."

There's a question in the words you speak, a request for Elvis if he's willing to grant you it, but you hate the mere idea of asking for it. Sure, Elvis has done it for you before but— only when it's started to leak on his chest when you're pressed against him or when it's started to make a mess of the bed. Asking him outright tonight feels wrong and you feel a hint of embarrassment despite everything go through you. As if Elvis can sense it, his hand that isn't on your breast moves to cup your chin. "Darlin'. They ache, don't they?"

The answering nod you give him is slow and controlled before you exhale quietly. "They're gonna be hard as rocks before he wakes up again."

"You need more out of 'em, don't ya? Make it so it doesn't hurt so much in all that time." He says it as a question but you and him both know it's more of a statement than anything else. "I ain't gonna mind."

If you ask him to do it. You know that's what he's telling you and yet you can't help the way you bite at your lip and watch as his thumb brushes over your exposed nipple, a bit of milk dribbling out as he does. Without missing a beat he puts his thumb in his mouth and sucks it, his tongue swirling around the digit as he stares you down, blue eyes somehow containing every bit of the depths of the ocean in them. He's your husband, this is— this is what your insatiable husband is willing to do for you and you've been looking the gift horse in the mouth. After a moment, one of your hands moves to cup the underside of the breast his hand had been on as you speak.

"Can you please? Mama's— Mama's got all this milk and I can't— I can't sleep with them aching like this."

It's as if you've granted the man salvation when he looks at you through eyelashes that have charmed so many women. He hadn't planned sucking on your breasts tonight, truthfully but it was always a gift when he could. You've taken care of him since that fluke meeting when you didn't even know who he was. When you thought he was just a seal that gotten a handkerchief tied around him. With this act of allowing him to drink from your breasts he could take care of you and indulge in something that helped him sleep better than any pill ever had. You could take care of him just by letting him have the simple pleasure of sucking at your breasts. It's different than when he does it when you're not nursing, but even so there's an element that's the same. There's that element that has you squirming and clenching your thighs as he drinks milk that he shouldn't want.

He places his hand over yours, the warmth of it inadvertently making you shiver and causing your nipple to harden and you hear the shaky breath he takes as he just stares at it. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he shifts in the bed and places your nipple in his mouth.

"El— Elvis," you stammer out his name as his tongue runs across your nipple, teasing and only gathering the faintest of drops before he forms that little bit of suction with his lips. His suckling is gentle, knowing that he barely needs to pull for his little treat. Your relief is almost immediate though, your shoulders relaxing as you lean back against the pillows, hearing the soft sounds of his sucking and the sound of him swallowing every so often.

Sometimes you watch him when he sucks at you, cradling his head like a child. Those nights are the nights this action is purely for comfort and for the intimacy of being with one another without any of the children. Those nights are special and remind you that it's a bit of a fluke that you're a part of his life. They remind him how you're the perfect seal wife and how you came into his life at just the right time. The first time you met hadn't been perfect, hadn't been right, but the second time, this time was.

Nights like this though? Nights like this you find yourself with your head leaning back against the pillows, soft pants leaving your lips as your fingers thread through his hair and pull every so often. You've been aching in more than one way for Elvis and it shows in how after just a minute your thighs are clenched as you try and shift, only to be stopped by his chest and torso pinning you down with his bulk. You open your mouth to speak, to tell Elvis to pull away from the breast he's suckling on only to realize he's rutting against the bed. You hadn't known he needed this too. You hadn't known that you both had been craving this way of being together for what feels like forever even though it had only been a week.

A groan or a growl rumbles deep within Elvis's chest and you mirror it with a gasp as starts to suck harder, adding enough pressure that you can feel the throbbing in between your legs. Touching you would be ideal, feeling the calloused tips of his fingers against your clit would be ideal. Anything but a lack of touch would be ideal and yet you feel your arousal starting to ruin the panties you wear to bed. Words dance on your lips even as you tighten your grip on Elvis's hair, pulling him off your nipple with a small pop noise. Looking up at you with dilated pupils he uses his strength to pull his head back down to attack your other nipple. A whine leaves your lips unbidden as a fresh wave of desire courses through you and has you clenching around nothing and thrusting against his torso. Yet he doesn't stop, his lips still stay around your nipple, filling his mouth with your milk even as you look down and see some spilling from the sides of his mouth.

The look he wears is ravenous and you find yourself starting to thrust and move your hips to get any sort of friction. A whimper leaves your lips. "Please."

The sensation of Elvis's lips curling around your nipple into a smirk should have you pulling him off once again and yet you find that you just thrust once more. All that matters is chasing the high Elvis has started to bring you and somehow as your hand yanks at his hair again he finally takes pity on you. He doesn't bother to take off your panties, though, no, he merely takes one more final suck from your breast and shifts to allow himself to pin you down. The air feels as if it's been sucked out of your lungs when his lips meet yours, the sweetness of rogue breastmilk drops falling on your lips. Elvis is rutting against you, not bothering to enter you but the friction is enough, the feel of his bare cock brushing against your clothed vagina has your toes curling. One of your hands moves to his behind and as your release finally comes you grab his ass and squeeze, puling him in closer. His own release follows shortly after, painting your thighs with his cum. Flopping against you he takes deep breaths for a few minutes before finally speaking.

"Didn't— Didn't know ya needed me that bad," he jokes before nuzzling at you. "Didn't know ya needed that so bad."

Your words come out a little slurred as you feel your body starting to drift off to sleep. "Neither did I. Just— We needed that." Your tone, despite the slurred words leaves no room for argument. "Clean then sleep?"

Clean both of you off, then come to bed is what you mean but you know your little seal can translate from the way he moves to get off of you. He walks slowly to the bathroom and in the doorway of that room he looks back at you. You've already fallen asleep and it warms something inside of him to see you finally allowing yourself to relax.

"That's it, darlin', get you some rest."

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Christmas Party

Day 18

Summary: You’re invited to the management Christmas party…but it’s not what you expected.

Pairings: Max Phillips x You, Max Phillips x Female Reader

Fandom: Bloodsucking Bastards

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, vampires, talk of orgies, creepy coworkers

Word Count: 1,134

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You sat quietly at your desk watching the rest of the office staff milling about, enjoying the Christmas party. You were already over it. You just wanted to go home and relax. Not be stuck at work hours after end of day pretending to have fun with people you barely tolerated.

“Having fun?” Tom from accounting asked as he perched on the side of your desk.

“A blast,” you deadpanned.

“Grab a drink and join us,” Tom insisted. “Live a little.”

“Maybe in a bit,” you told him to get him to leave. He was such a creep, and you didn’t want to encourage him.

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised and left, but not without checking out your tits first. You shuddered in disgust. He was fifteen years older than you, about forty pounds overweight, and missing a good chunk of hair from the top of his head. But that wasn’t even what turned you off of him. No, his personality was the absolute worst and he hit on anything that moved. More disgustingly, he was married and had children. You shook your head. You felt sorry for his poor wife.

“Hey there!” Phil, the assistant director of sales breezed over. You perked up slightly since he was one of your direct bosses. Didn’t want to piss him off with your lousy attitude.

“Hi, Phil,” you replied. He looked around and took a sip from his red solo cup.

“So, this party is kinda lame,” he said nonchalantly. You couldn’t help the snort that escaped. Phil smiled. He had always been nice to you, but there was something unsettling about him…probably the whole vampire thing. Half the office was vampires, which was super weird, but they were amazing workers, so everyone just went with it.

“I’ve been to better parties,” you told him.

“Wanna go to one right now?” He asked.

“Another party?” You brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah,” he replied. “There’s a party for upper management on the top floor. Max organizes it every year, and it’s way more fun than this one.” Max Phillips was the head of the company—and also a vampire. He was an asshole, but he was so sexy it hurt to look at him. You had a massive crush on him.

“Upper management, hmm?” You pondered. Most of the upper management were vampires. Only a few humans retained those coveted spots. “I don’t think I’m invited to that party.”

“I’m inviting you,” Phil insisted. “You can be my plus one.” You chewed your lip. You didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary…but you kind of wanted to see Max tonight. His flirty comments and hot looks helped fuel your late night fantasies.

“Come on…it’ll be fun!” Phil insisted.

“Alright,” you agreed. You’d go up and hang for an hour and then head home. It was perfect actually. Everyone on your floor would assume you were upstairs, and the upper management people would think you went back to your floor to rejoin the party. You’d be home much sooner than anticipated this way. “Just for a bit. I don’t want to make anyone jealous.”

“Well, alright then,” Phil laughed. “Let’s go.” He led you to the elevators, and swiped his key card. You waited quietly while you climbed to the top floor. The doors opened into the lobby and you both stepped out.

“It’s in the big conference room,” Phil told you. He put his hand on your lower back to steer you towards the party. You had only gone a few steps when Max came walking out of his office.

“There’s my favorite sales associate!” He said happily. He walked over and squeezed your shoulder in greeting. Your body tingled from his touch.

“Hi, Mr Phillips,” you said softly.

“Please, I’ve told you a hundred times, call me Max,” he insisted. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “You only call me Mr. Phillips in the bedroom, got it?” You swallowed thickly. He had never been quite that forward before, and you weren’t sure what to think.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked you.

“I brought her,” Phil answered for you. Your brain was still misfiring from Max’s comment. “She’s my plus one to the party.”

“What?” Max half shouted. “No. No, no, no. She’s not going to the party.” You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“I told you,” you turned to Phil. “I’m not upper management.”

“That’s not why you can’t go to the party, sweet cheeks,” Max told you. “Phil why don’t you continue on, and I’ll take care of my girl here?” You heart stuttered at him calling you his girl.

“But she wants to go…with me,” Phil said standing his ground.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” Max said menacingly. Were they fighting over you? “Now get lost.” Phil stared Max down. Max growled—actually growled—and Phil scampered off.

“What was that all about?” You asked in bewilderment.

“You’re not going anywhere near the management party, honey,” Max said.

“Why?”

“Because it’s not a normal party,” he replied.

“What kind of party is it?” He looked like he didn’t want to answer. “Max?”

“It’s an orgy,” he finally admitted.

“What?” You shouted.

“Shh,” he hushed. “They’re not the far away and vampire hearing is insanely good.”

“You’re telling me all the managers are currently fucking in your conference room?”

“Yup,” he said casually. “Vampires love a good orgy, so I organize one a few times a year. Christmas is the only time we allow humans to join.”

“I, uh, what….I don’t know what to say,” you sputtered. “I guess, sorry I interrupted your orgy? I’ll just be going now.”

“No you don’t,” Max said and wrapped an arm around your waist as you turned to leave. He pulled you into his chest. “I wasn’t participating in the orgy, gorgeous.”

“You weren’t?”

“Nah,” he shrugged. “I haven’t since you came to work for us.”

“Why?”

“Because the only woman I want to fuck is you.” Your eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I thought I made that pretty obvious,” he said with a grin.

“I didn’t realize you were serious, I just thought you were a flirt.”

“Well, I am a flirt, but it’s different with you,” Max said. “Are you interested in me?”

“Yes,” you blurted out immediately. He smiled hugely.

“Good,” he replied. “Then let’s get outta here. We can grab some dinner and go back to my penthouse…get to know each other a little better.”

“Ok,” she replied in shock. How was this happening right now?

“Perfect,” Max said. He steered you towards the elevators. Just as the doors closed you heard loud moans coming from the conference room. You burst into giggles, and Max pulled you in for a kiss.

Day 19

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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 2

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The castle was bustling, maids and butlers rushing around preparing for the party, your younger siblings arguing and chasing each other playfully.

Izuku and Katsuki sit off to the side in the courtyard to watch what seems like a regular routine. The smaller man sighs dreamily when Eijirou picks up Tana in his big hand and lets her perch on his shoulder so she can see what’s going on.

“Just ask him already,” Katsuki sighs.

“No! What if he doesn’t like me and he’s just being friendly?”

“Ugh, you’re an idiot.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks in the other direction, where you’re with some of your younger brothers. Haco shows you a toy he’s been tinkering with, and you squat to his level to listen, nodding along as he rambles. Izuku’s eyes follow his gaze before turning to him with a grin. 

“You like her, don’t you Kacchan?” He doesn’t respond, staring as you pick up Blaze and smooching his chubby cheeks as he giggles and pats your face. Now all the younger boys are demanding hugs from you too. Katsuki’s mind wanders back to that image of you pregnant with twins with fiery red eyes and red and blonde hair, once again making his cheeks turn a baby pink.

“You do!~” Izuku sings, kicking his feet.

“Shut up, Deku,” he grumbles, knowing it’s true.

The party is in full swing by sunset. The people shuffle in, bringing gifts for the expecting Queen, congratulating her. Big families are encouraged in the Firebeard tribe, so the more, the merrier.

Some women and men are fascinated by Izuku and Katsuki. Touching their hair and clothes.

“So small,” a woman with long red twists giggles and pets Izuku’s head. “His hair is very strange.”

“But very fluffy,” a man agrees.

Eijirou comes to their rescue, playfully shooing the people away. “You guys are a big hit.”

“They’re treating us like pets,” Katsuki grumbles.

“They're just interested in the differences. They've never seen people like you two before. I’m sure if we came to your island we’d be treated the same.”

“I like your outfit,” Izuku compliments Eijirou’s green wrap around his waist and legs and the gold bands around his thick biceps.

“Thanks.” He flexes, and Izuku nearly faints.

Katsuki looks around. “Where’s y/n?”

As if on cue, you jump onto Eijirou’s back, clinging to him. “Sneak attack!”

“Oh noooo, you got me,” he says sarcastically. You climb off and greet your guests. “Heyyyy, you guys look nice.”

“You too!” Izuku smiles at your long red skirt and matching wrap. You’ve even put gold rings in your locs.

“I hope so. I’m trying to have a good night~.”

You and Eijirou high-five at the inside joke.

Before Katsuki can comment, a horn bellows, and everyone hushes. Ira stands in front of the throne with his wives and the younger children, his long beard decorated with a few ribbons from the triplets. Hestia is the only one wearing red, and the other two wearing green and gold.

“Welcome everyone! I’m happy to see you all. We’re celebrating my lovely wife’s pregnancy, my whole family, and my people.”

They cheer at his words.

“Let’s all have a great time then!” He grins, holding his goblet up as a toast.

“Whoo!” You and Eijirou cheer when the live band starts up a song.

Shula runs up to Eijirou. “Bibo, come play with us.” He bends down so she can hold his hand. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

You spot Nuria and her mother talking to Hestia and grab Katsuki’s arm. “Let’s go talk to her.”

“Why the hell do I have to go?!”

“Because I want you and my future wife to get along!”

“…what?!”

“Something wrong, Katsuki? Don’t tell me you think something’s wrong with that?”

“No! I just—I didn’t—”

“Nuria!” You let him go to hug her and her mother. “How’s it going?”

“Going good. Congratulations to your mom.”

“Thank you. Mrs. Azarnoosh.”

The older woman bows her head. “Hello Princess. Let me go give your mother her gift.”

“Nuria, you remember Katsuki from yesterday.”

“Yep, what’s up?”

Katsuki is too busy dealing with the current heartbreak to be nice. “I didn’t know you were gay,” he says.

You and Nuria look at each other. “Gay? I’m not gay,” you giggle.

“But…but you said future wife.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m gay. I like everyone! Men, women, everything in between.”

“Me too,” Nuria adds. “Damn, don’t you have those where you’re from?”

“No, we do! I…nevermind. It's nice to meet you, Nuria.”

“Yeah, you too,” she snickers. “How’s Mina?”

“She’s good, getting really big though. She's half the size of the castle now.”

“Wow!” Nuria looks at Katsuki’s irritated and sulking face. “I think someone’s jealous.”

You pat his head. “He’s fine. Right, Katsuki?”

“Whatever.”

“I’ve cracked his code. That means yes.”

He smacks your hand away. “I’m going to find my mother.”

You and Nuria watch him walk off, disappearing amongst the people.

“Hm, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of him,” you smile.

“Don’t break him.”

“I won’t cause then I won’t get to ruin you both. We should get drinks.”

Katsuki pouts the whole time, weaving through the tall people. He runs into Tyson and Hagan, who immediately snatch him up.

“You’re Bisa’s new boyfriend!” Tyson smiles.

“Are you gonna marry her?” Hagan gasps. Both of them hold his arms. Even though they’re younger, they’re the same height as him, and he’s a little nervous.

“Then you’ll have to marry Nuria too, though.”

“He can marry them both like how Papa married Ma and Mom!”

“Alright you two, leave the poor boy alone.” Ira interrupts, shooing them both away. “Go find your sisters before they get into the booze.”

They run off, leaving Katsuki behind.

“Bago!” Blaze points from Ira's arm.

“Hey.”

“Bago? Oh, he gave you a nickname. That's adorable. You look upset, young prince. Are you alright?”

“I’m not. That’s just my face.”

“Is it about my daughter and Nuria?”

Katsuki looked at the man, slightly amazed by his intuition, before turning away. “...no.”

“Sure. It's quite obvious that you have feelings for my daughter. But how would you feel if she wants another?”

“I’m not sure. My people are monogamous so it’s never crossed my mind.”

“It's good to keep an open mind, my boy. Spend time with them both. I'm sure you'll get along quite nicely.”

Both of them look towards the drink table where you’re holding a large crystal bowl full of punch. “I’ll drink this whole thing right now!”

“You’re not gonna do it,” Agni chuckles. “Sack of coins says you fail.”

“Add in three makeovers from the triplets and I'll take you on!”

“Deal!”

You lift the bowl, bring it to your mouth and tip it, gulping the punch down.

“Go go go!” Agni and Nuria chant.

Finishing the bowl, you slam it on the table and wipe your lips with a large grin. “Woo!”

“Shit, she actually did it!” Agni laughs.

“Pay up.” You hold your hand out. Agni huffs and drops the pouch attached to her skirt in your hand. “So unfair.”

“Congratulations, sweetie!” Ira calls, and you give him a thumbs up. “I’m sure the two of you can work something out,” he tells Katsuki with a gentle head pat.

The triplets come up to him and pull his robes. “Papa, come dance with us by the bonfire!”

“How can I say no to that? Lead the way.”

Blaze starts to fuss, pointing at Katsuki. “Wa Bago.”

“Hm?” Ira hums. “It seems he wants to stay with you, here you go.” He hands him to Katsuki and follows the girls outside.

“Bago!” Blaze squeals, hugging Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki looks at the infant and chuckles as he babbles happily, occasionally patting his face. “Okay, brat, if you're gonna stay here, you’re gonna have to behave and not pull my hair. Also, don't hit me.”

“Bago peby.”

Katsuki stares at him, wondering what that could mean. He shrugs, playfully ruffles his coils, and then goes back to looking for his parents.

Later into the night, everyone goes outside to gather around the huge bonfire. Ira sits between Hestia and Ember, putting his arms around both of them so they can cuddle. The youngest girls sit in his lap, giggling and nibbling on meat kebabs. Eijirou and Izuku sit together, Izuku’s head on Eijirou’s shoulder as he drapes his arm over him. You sit with Nuria, mugs in your hands filled with diluted Flame Punch. Katsuki sits next to you, putting Blaze in his lap.

“Hiii Blaze!” You giggle, slightly tipsy, tickling his chin. “Katsuki, you have to try the punch.” You give him the mug. Katsuki reluctantly sips it, humming at the taste. “Good shit.”

“You should try it raw but my Ma said I’m cut off for tonight.”

“You are kinda drunk….”

“Not drunk yet, believe me. Not a party until Eijirou has to carry me back to my room,” you giggle.

The elder shaman shushes everyone, the bells on her staff tinkling.

“It’s starting!” Stella squeals.

The elder raises her hands, and everyone quiets down. “Welcome everyone to the Fire Festival, and congratulations to the royal family.”

Ira kisses Hestia's cheek.

“Welcome to our guests, as well. You’re the first outsiders to ever partake in the festival. As per tradition, we will now begin to tell the story of the founding of our homeland.”

The drummers start a steady beat.

“I love this story!” Eijirou smiles.

“Eons ago!” She starts. “The Great Fire Spirit Oaris helped create the earth and all the islands in it with the other great spirits. Oaris used his hands to form the first ever humans from fresh clay and red hot embers for the hair, giving us all our fiery spirits.” She tosses some herbs into the fire, flaring up and sending sparks into the air.

Blaze claps his hands, gurgling happily.

“You like that, you little arsonist?” Katsuki chuckles, tickling his stomach.

“Shh, she's not finished!” Udia hisses next to him.

The shaman walks around in a circle, pointing her staff at everyone. “Oaris blessed our people with strength, intelligence, the abundance of crops and animals, fertility, and honor. Symbolized by our distinct hair.” She touches Stella’s curls, and she giggles. “Our skin reminds us of the rich earth used many years ago. The royal family and the king himself are direct descendants of Oaris, ruling with wisdom, fairness, and kind hearts. For that, we thank them.”

Ira toasts his drink to her.

“Many more blessings for the royal family!”

The people cheer loudly, toasting their drinks.

“Onto the celebration!”

The music picks back up, and festivities continue. You stand up, wobble a little and go to your parents. “Dad, dance with me!”

Ira grins and stands, handing his drink to Ember before taking your hand. Eijirou also stands, holding both his hands out for his mothers. “My ladies?”

“Such a gentleman,” Hestia chuckles as she takes one.

“Thank you, son,” Ember chuckles, putting Ira’s drink on the ground beside her chair so she can follow her son.

Katsuki watches you and Ira do the traditional dance. Holding hands and dancing around the fire and other people. Ira separates from you to join his wives, laughing joyously and holding them close.

Blaze bounces happily, clapping his hands to the music. Katsuki lets him go so he can waddle up to you and Eijirou, babbling about being picked up.

As a hand pats his calf, Eijirou smiles and bends down to pick up Blaze, gently bouncing him.

“Come here you two!” You grab Hagan and Egan in headlocks. “I love you guys!”

“We love you too,” Egan wheezes but smiles.

“But we can't breathe, Bisa….” Hagan adds.

“Sorry,” you laugh and let them go, continuing to dance.

A tap on your shoulder pulls your attention. Turning around, you see Katsuki with his hand outstretched to you, cheeks colored fuschia.

Mitsuki’s eyes look around the fire, and she grins widely as she sees you giggle and take Katsuki's hand. He looks ridiculous considering the height difference but happy.

Katsuki yelps softly as you pull him closer. “Let’s go! Just follow my lead.”

He watches your footwork, copying it as best as he can until he gets the hang of it.

“Now we switch,” you tell him.

“Switch?” You let go of his hand, and he’s spun into Ember’s arm.

“Hello there,” she smiles, holding his hand.

“Hello, Your Highness,” he mumbles.

Dancing with her, he ends up going through most of your family before ending up back in your arms as the music stops and the people cheer.

“That was fun!” You clap.

“Yeah, it was. What happens now?” 

You hum, circling him and grabbing his arm. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

‘Her room?! She can't be serious!’ he thinks as you drag him back inside the castle.

*

Of course, your room is massive. The floor-to-ceiling window leads toward a balcony overlooking the land with a perfect ocean view.

The red and gold theme is evident in your bed sheets and curtains.

He doesn’t get the chance to admire it when you waste no time scooping your hands under his armpits, picking him up, and pinning him against the door. “Mm, you’re kinda small, but I like a challenge.”

Katsuki looked down at you for the first time since he's landed on the island, his feet dangling as you held him. His cheeks slightly burned as they turned pink once again. “...okay.”

Pulling him close, you press your lips against Katsuki’s. Katsuki's legs wrap around your waist once you finally move your hands to his waist.

‘Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening. Never thought I'd be bottoming though. It's weird.’

Katsuki's pulled away from his thoughts when he feels your teeth trail along his jugular before biting down, causing a groan to escape his lips.

“Fuck!” he grunts, arms wrapping around your shoulders. He tugs at your hair as you nip and suck more love bites along the column of his neck. You lick a trail up to his ear, nipping the sensitive spot behind the lobe. “You keep claiming you’re not small, let’s see if that applies where it counts.”

Katsuki died and went to the heavens.

You carry him to your bed, gently laying him down and pulling his clothes off, starting with his silk shirt and moving to his trousers.

“Wait, wait,” he mumbles.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

He puffs out his cheeks, looking down as they turn red. “Take off your clothes first.”

You back up off the bed and stand, unwrapping your top first. Katsuki’s eyes fixate on your chest, licking his lips. Then your skirt and underwear come off, revealing the red ‘happy trail’ leading to curly red pubes.

You put your hands on your hips, proud of your body. “Happy now?”

He nods, and you lean back over him, tugging his trousers down and tossing them to the floor. He oddly feels overexposed when you tug the top of his undershorts down, and his dick falls out, already hard.

“Ah,” you smile, “Not bad.”

Your arms wrap underneath his thighs and pull him closer to your mouth so you can suck on the leaking tip. Katsuki grips your silk sheets, back arching.

His fingers sink into your locs, slowly pushing you further down, hissing softly as you take all of him with no resistance. 

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses.

Katsuki's hand slips from your hair, thumb stroking behind your ear as his palm finds its place on the back of your neck. Your fingers dig into his muscular thighs, spreading them open more so you can get closer. Katsuki recognizes the position. He’s used it before when he’s had his head between other women's legs, but being on the receiving end has his stomach tightening and the pressure building between his legs building faster.

Bobbing your head, you swallow around him as he starts bucking into your mouth.

“Holy fucking shit, just like that. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.”

You swallow around him one last time before pulling away and licking his tip, grinning as he hisses. 

“Fuck, why’d you stop?” he groans.

“Because I want to look you in the eyes and feel you quiver when I fuck the shit out of you,” you grin, pulling your tongue away.

Sitting up, you push him onto his back as you straddle him. “Are you ready?”

Katsuki gulps, eyes fixed on the space between the two of you.  Your hand moves to his neck, gripping it to stay yourself. Katsuki moans when he realizes your fingers cover his whole neck, almost meeting in the back. Your other hand reaches down to push his tip to your hole. In one swift motion, you’re seated down fully on him.

“Shit!” he gasps as you rock softly, getting used to the sensation.

Moaning softly, you lift your hips, balancing on the balls of your feet and toes before sinking down again, bouncing harshly on him. It’s so intense that Katsuki feels like he’s about to cum or pass out.

The grip on his neck tightens, and he whines, fisting the sheets.

“Shit, not so rough,” he chokes, but you don’t let up. Instead, you lean over him, your hair tickling his forehead and nose.

“You take what I give you.”

“Fuck!”

You grin when his eyes flutter. “Poor thing, you’re gonna cum already? I thought you’d last longer.”

“W-wait,” he whimpers, holding your hips. 

“What?” you growl, stopping your movements, opting to cockwarm him instead.

“I can’t—I’m gonna cum. You feel so good.”

You smile, starting to move again just to hear him choke. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, but you’re caught up, feeling the way his cock drags perfectly along your insides.

Katsuki lets out a strangled noise, bucking his hips up into you a few times, then he’s cumming. Hard.

You slow your hips down, drawing his orgasm out until he’s squirming and whining under you. Tapping your knees to get you off.

You grip his neck again, licking over your teeth. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

*

Katsuki wakes up sore all over but especially in his groin area. Looking over at your sleeping form, his face turns ruby red as he remembers what happened last night.

‘Shit…’

There’s a knock on the door. “Time for breakfast.”

You groan quietly, rolling onto your back, rubbing your face, then going back to sleep, completely ignoring him.

So he gets up, looking at himself in the mirror. He touches the numerous hickies on his neck, chest, and abdomen.

Only when he opens the window do you wake up.

“Ahhh, close the fucking curtains!” You groan, throwing a pillow at him.

Catching it before it hits him, Katsuki chuckles. “Good morning to you too, Princess.”

“Suck your mother, fuck off.” You roll back over.

“Someone came by saying it's time for breakfast.”

“They can wait.”

“You're not hungry?”

“Ugh.” You sit up, scratching your neck and yawning. “I guess.”

“Then let's go,” he chuckles.

Downstairs, everyone’s still feeling the after-effects of the party, even the younger kids who had way too much sweet water. Eijirou carries the triplets in his arms and sets them in their seats, chuckling as they try to keep their heads up.

Hagan peeks around the corner, checking if the coast is clear before pushing a girl with short twists out towards the exit. Unfortunately, she bumps into you and Katsuki coming from the baths. “Hello? The fuck are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, Bisa,” Hagan tries pushing her again, but you grab their heads.

“Why doesn’t your partner join us for breakfast?”

“No, she's got things to do back in the village. She's busy, right Nylene?”

“Nylene? Oh I know you, I fucked around with your brother. How is he by the way?”

The girl looked at you in shock. “Oh, um, he’s fine, Princess. I really should get going. I'll see you later, Hagan. Bye!” She runs off.

You turn to Hagan. “Ooohhhhh.”

“Shut up.”

“My baby bro got laid! I'm telling Eijirou.”

“Nooooo, his mouth runs like a river.”

“Too late!” You laugh and walk down the hall with Katsuki.

‘Fuck me…’ Hagan groans internally.

You show Katsuki the nursery, going in to get Blaze. He’s already awake, gurgling happily in his crib when he sees you.

Blaze pushes himself off the padded bedding and holds onto the railing bouncing on his legs. “Bisa! Bisa!”

“Hi baby boy,” you coo, picking him up. “Bisa’s turn to get you this morning for Mom.”

“Buv Bisa!”

“I love you too.”

Blaze points at Katsuki. “Bago, hi!”

“Hey little man,” he chuckles.

“Gotta go give him to Mom, you can wait for me downstairs if you want.”

“Do you mind if I come with you?”

“Sure, why not? Do you want Bago to come with us to see Mama?” you coo, playfully booping Blaze on the nose.

“Bago!” he giggles.

“Alright, let's go,” you smile.

Katsuki stands in Hestia’s private master bedroom doorway, watching you hand Blaze to Hestia in bed.

“Hi my love,” she smiles at the baby.

“Mama! Mama!” Blaze squeals, reaching for her, then Ember by her side. “Mama.”

“He’s so cute.” She smiles.

“Buv boo!”

“Aww, I love you too.”

Hestia sees a bite mark on your shoulder. “Seems you either had a good night or got into a fight.”

“A very good night. Right, Katsuki?”

Katsuki looked away from where he stood in the doorway, grumbling softly as his cheeks and tips of his ears were redder than your hair.

You lean in closer to whisper, “He fainted halfway through, though.”

“Needs to work on his stamina,” Ember hums, and Hestia nods. “So what’s the word? Courting?”

“Mmmm, I’ll think about it. I’ll be waiting at breakfast, byeee.”

“Ba ba Bisa!”

Finally, when everyone is downstairs, including Izuku, who has a suspicious limp, it’s time to eat.

“Ugh, my head,” Agni whines, rubbing her forehead. “I drank too much.”

“Too loud,” Tyson whines.

“You’ll get used to it,” you pet his curls. “It gets better over time. Aww, baby’s first hangover.”

“‘m not a baby, Bisa….”

“You'll always be a baby. All of you will.”

The thud of Stella’s head hitting the table gets your attention. “Well, she’s asleep.”

“Egan, please wake your sister,” Ember orders. “This is why I tell you not to stay up too late.”

Shula walks over to you and reaches for a hug as you sit down.

“Hey baby sis.” You let her sit on your lap.

Shula turns on her side, nuzzling into your stomach before falling asleep almost immediately, head tilted back, mouth agape.

Masaru notices Katsuki's new decorations. “Have a good night son?”

Katsuki grumbles in annoyance and turns away from his dad.

Breakfast is quiet, as it usually is after a party. Until Hestia announces, “It’s wash day.”

All the kids groan loudly, including you.

“What’s that?” Izuku asks, eager to learn more about your culture.

“Once every moon cycle we have a day where we all wash our hair. It's not supposed to be washed everyday. It takes fucking forever.”

“It’s worse when you're soft headed. I still remember Tanwen’s first wash day.” Eijirou pats his head.

“Alright, I know we all hate it but it’s necessary. Locs go with Bisa, curls with Bibo.” Hestia finishes. “We’ll head to the waterfall after breakfast.”

“Yes!” you cheer. The kids with locs sigh in relief. When you braid, it doesn’t hurt as much as it does with Eijirou.

*

Collecting your things for your hair, you start packing your satchel as you hear a knock at your door. “Come in,”

Katsuki opens the door, peeking inside. “Hey.”

“What’s up?”

He shuts the door, fiddling with his sleeve. “So about last night.”

“You mean how you fainted? Don’t worry about it.”

“Right…so I was thinking about…courting you.”

“Wait, really?”

“You're stunning, intelligent, strong, have a thirst for blood and life, and you’re amazing at taking care of your family. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You put your hands on your chest. “Aw, I accept! That’s so sweet. But you know I’m courting Nuria also.”

“I…I know. That doesn’t mean we can’t be together, right?”

You shrug. “Better think this through before you make a decision. Let’s go, washday takes almost all afternoon.”

Separate carriages take all of you outside of town. Your visitors marvel at the private waterfall hidden amongst the shrubbery. The water is a clear sparkling blue and perfect.

The kids quickly take off their robes and rush into the water, splashing each other.

Ira helps Hestia sit on one of the rocks to start going through her shoulder-length curls.

“Alright, fuckers!” You call your siblings. “Line up and take your braids, twists, and puffs out.”

Izuku watches the kids with tied-up hair take out the strings, letting their curls fluff out and giggle.

Eijirou scratches his head, shaking out his long curls from the bun. “Oh, this is the best part.”

“Wait, your hair isn’t always like that?” Izuku asks in awe.

“No, I just tie it up so it’s out of the way.”

“Woah.”

Ember and the older kids help you wash your younger sibling’s hair with the homemade black soap, scrubbing their scalps of the build-up.

“Your hair got longer, Stella,” you smile, stretching the coils down her back.

“Yay!”

You chuckle when she leans her head back as you scratch her scalp. “Weirdo.”

Katsuki sits in the water, in his undergarments with Blaze, watching the baby splash happily. “Spla! Yay!”

“Heh, that’s right, splash.”

Udia wades over and touches his head. “Mom, can we do Bakugou’s hair?”

Ember shrugs, busy undoing Elio’s twists. “Ask him.”

“Can we?” Tanwen smiles.

“Uh, sure.”

“Yay!”

Mitsuki watches from the bank, laid out on a blanket, enjoying the sunshine and a well-deserved vacation. “This is nice.”

“Yes dear,” Masaru agrees.

Katsuki watches the two grab the soap and start rubbing their hands along his hair. “Do you two know what you’re doing?

“Duh!” Tanwen scoffs. “We’ve done this a billion times.”

“Don’t mess it up.”

“We won’t!”

After finishing your siblings’ hair, thankfully, no crying from Helia and Hagan on your part, you shuddered when Hestia called you over.

“It’s your turn, Y/n,” Hestia smiles.

“Do I have to?” you whine.

“Yes. Your roots are fuzzy. Come on.”

You sit between her legs, pouting. Looking over at Katsuki, you chuckle softly when you see Udia and Tanwen running the combs through Katsuki’s hair and gasping when it slides through with almost no restraint.

“So soft,” Udia marvels. “I wish my hair was flat.”

“Ew, no, you don’t,” Hagan says as he passes, overhearing the conversation. “It’ll look like a wolf.”

The girls giggle.

“Play nice,” Ira warns, gently trying to braid Helia’s hair.

“Sorry, Papa,” Hagan mumbles as he walks away to hang out with the others

You sigh wistfully, thinking.

“Your thoughts are loud. What’s wrong, love?” Ember asks, carrying Blaze.

Blaze squirms in her hold before giggling when he’s let down and able to splash the water again.

“He asked to court me, but I’m not sure. He seemed to have a problem with Nuria.”

“Maybe he’s not used to the idea of having two wives. To be fair, your grandfather and grandmother didn’t take too kindly when your father pitched the idea of your father marrying your mother.”

Hestia laughs. “Oh, they were so angry when he and your Ma came to our house to ask to marry me. Threw rocks at him too. They won them over, though. He spent half the day trying to convince them while your Ma had a long conversation with my mother, and eventually, my dad said yes, so long as nothing bad ever happened to me and nothing did. Except pushing eight of your fat heads out.”

You playfully glare at her when she says that. “Hey!”

“It’s the truth. But I love all of you, so it's all good.”

“Hmph”

Blaze holds your arm. “Bisa, pway?”

“I’m a little busy right now, Blaze.”

“Peez?”

“I can’t move from Mama.”

He starts to whine, but Agni snatches him up. “Hang out with me instead! Your much better and cooler Bisa.”

“What do you mean better?” you glare.

Agni sticks her tongue at you and carries Blaze towards the waterfall with the other kids who're rinsing their hair in the spray, not without getting splashed by you. “Mama!” she gasps.

“You deserved that,” You sneer.

“Both of you will kill each other,” Ember sighs, putting the clay in her locs.

“She shouldn’t try me.”

Hestia rolls her eyes and starts twisting your roots. “So about Katsuki, if he can’t accept your lifestyle, there are plenty of fish in the sea.”

“What about that nice baker boy you brought to the house last week?” Ember asks.

“Too skinny.” you huff. “Also, I'm not sure there’s a man left that isn’t wary of me considering the festival fights.”

Hestia and Ember look at each other knowingly. Hestia drops her head down to squish your cheeks together. “My little warrior. If a man can’t handle you, he’s not worth your time. But, Katsuki seems to hold his own against you.”

“I gave him a black eye….”

“And I broke your fathers arm during our first fire festival together. It’s sort of a rite of passage. And that’s how you were made! It riled him up.”

“Ew!”

“What happened to your neck?” Udia asks Katsuki, poking one of the hickeys.

Katsuki flinched when the little girl touched him. “Don’t touch that,” he hisses, cheeks slightly changing color.

“Color lizard!” Tanwen giggles.

“I’m not a reptile!”

Izuku sits next to Tyson while Eijirou washes his own hair. Flint wades over to him, staring hard.

“Hello?” ‘Which one is this one?’ Izuku thinks.

“Your hair is weird,” Flint points.

“Oh…”

“Weird is good.”

“Oh! Um, thank you?”

“Flint, leave him alone. Go twist your roots.”

Flint groans, sliding further into the water. “Don’t wanna, it always hurts when Agni does it. I’d ask Bisa but she’s talking to Ma and Mama.”

“There are fourteen other people, Flint.”

“Nobody else does it painlessly.”

“I could try?” Izuku asks.

“Have you ever done hair like this before?”

“I have a friend back home who has hair just like this. We do each other’s hair almost all the time. If it’s okay with you, Flint?”

“You’re sure it’ll be painless?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Can you fix my locs please?”

“Sure.”

You’re all done and satisfied with your hair an hour later.

Flint runs up to you and grins. “Bisa, look what Izuku did!” 

“Wow, those look nice.”

Blaze waddles over to you, splashing you and giggling. You cup water and pour it over his head, making him squeal in delight and run to hide behind Flint's leg.

“Attacking the enemy and retreating?! Not a chance,” you jokingly make punchy fingers at him and scoop him up, blowing a raspberry on his cheek. You feel something grab your legs and look down to see Shula and Tana clinging to your thighs.

“Take down the enemy!” Shula giggles and pinches you.

You feign hurt and put your hand over your forehead. “I’ve been defeated, and now I die!” You fall back into the water, keeping Blaze out, and the girls crawl over your body, declaring victory.

Ira puts his hand over his chest. “My warriors, you’re all growing up too fast.” He ruffles Eijirou’s hair. “Reminds me of how old I’m getting.”

“You’re not that old dad,” Eijirou chuckles, combing through his hair.

Stella runs to Ira with a small sack. “Papa, can you put the beads in my braids?”

He pats her head. “I’d love to princess, but I’m not good with that. Ask one of your Bibo’s or mothers.”

“Hey, pipsqueak, let me do it,” Katsuki calls out to Stella.

“Are you good at beading?” you ask, floating on your back in the water with Blaze sitting on your stomach.

“You think these beads in my hair are just for show? Did them myself.”

“Okay!” Stella grins.

“What pattern do you want?”

“Red green and yellow!”

Katsuki starts beading her hair, occasionally looking up and stopping when Udia and Tanwen watch him from the water.

“Hi you little gossipers,” he chuckles, finishing a row of braids.

Blaze yawns and snuggles into your tummy, sucking his thumb. You pat his back and adjust yourself, floating towards Hestia at the shallow end. “Someone’s tired.”

She picks him up, cradling him in her arms. “Poor baby, it’s almost time for lunch. We should hurry and get back.”

“Almost done,” Katsuki mumbles as he finishes the last row on Stella’s head. Looking away from her head, he notices most of your younger siblings staring at him as he finishes. “Um, hi?”

The younger siblings look at him before giggling when they see you look away from him when his eyes catch yours. 

“Alright, you babies, let's go!” you call out.

Stella hugs Katsuki as thanks before picking up her robes from the bank and running off towards the carriages.

Katsuki feels two small hands holding his own.

“Come on, Bibo, sit with me!” Helia begs.

“No, me!” Shula pouts, pulling his other one.

“Bibo?” he asks.

“You’re an honorary big brother now,” Tyson chuckles as he passes, helping Tana into her robe.

“Welcome to the club,” Hagan adds. “Now I can have some relief.”

“You love us,” the girls chorus. “Come on, Bibo.”

Katsuki follows them out of the water, picking up his clothes. He sees you grab Tana out of the water, and she starts wiggling and whining about not wanting to leave.

“We gotta go home! You can take a bath there!”

She wiggles harder and ends up smacking you in the face. “Ah fuck! You little bitch!”

“Hey! Stop that!” Ember scolds. “Tana, get in the carriage. Now.”

“Sorry, Mommy…sorry Bisa.”

You roll your eyes and set her down, rubbing your face. “Get in the carriage before I kick you.”

She squeals and runs away.

Ira comes to check your face. “Is it broken?”

“I don’t think so, it really hurts though.”

“We’ll get a healer to check it when we get back. The rest of you, collect your things and head to the carriages!”

On the ride home, you notice Izuku and Eijirou getting cozy in the seats in front of you. Oh, you’re definitely going to tease him when you get home.

*

After a hearty lunch, you head into the courtyard for your private nap time, away from your siblings.

You climb the large tree in the middle to one of the sunny branches and lay on your belly, sighing contentedly and starting to doze off.

“Bisa?” A small voice calls from below, but you stay quiet.

“She’s usually here,” Tana pouts, holding Katsuki’s hand. “Maybe she’s in her room.”

“You two go ahead. I’ll stay here if Y/n returns,” Katsuki tells them as they run off. “I know you’re up there, Y/n.”

You kiss your teeth. “Go away.”

“Why are you hiding from your siblings?”

“Cause I like to have alone time once in a while, is that so bad? God, you sound like Ma. Eijirou never has to deal with this shit.”

“Maybe cause he’s not the one they always look up to,” Katsuki chuckles.

Peeking your head from the leaves, you look at him. “What are you talking about?”

He leans against the trunk, looking up at you with a slight smile. “Your siblings clearly look up to you, they never shut up about you either. Yeah they talk about Eijirou but you’re clearly their favorite.”

“It’s probably because I’m the oldest…. I’ve been looking after those little monsters since I was like ten.”

“Still, they love you, even if you’re kinda mean to them,” he chuckles.

“I’ve gotta be mean sometimes. That doesn’t mean I won’t kill for them.”

“Are you gonna come down now?”

“Nope, it’s still nap time. You can stay or go.”

“I’ll go, but the girls are gonna come back sooner or later.”

“That's a problem for later, not now. Byee~”

Katsuki shakes his head and walks away. On the way back to the main area, he bumps into Hestia.

“Oh, Katsuki, hello! How have you been enjoying your stay?”

“It’s been nice, your highness.”

“You look upset, is something wrong?”

“No, I’m alright. Just bored.”

“If you’d like, you could go to the back of the castle. Some of the boys and Ira are making weapons and practicing their skills.” 

“As long as I don’t need to spar. I’m still a little dizzy from the festival.”

“Your bruise seems to be healing quite nicely. It should go away in a week, most likely.”

“That’s good to know, I’ll go see what they’re doing. Thanks, your highness,” Katsuki nods, walking towards the back of the castle. Opening one of the large double doors, he sees Ira with his sons. The boys surround their father and cheer him on as he chops a large stump in half with two swings.

“Go Papa!” Flintcheers, staring in awe. “You’re so cool!”

“Thanks, son. Oh, hello, young Bakugou,” Ira smiles, looking at the blonde staring through the half-open doorway,

Snapping out of his daze, Katsuki’s eyes snap away from Ira’s beefy arms. “Hello. The queen said I could come here.”

“You’re free to join us. Eijirou’s doing target practice with the younger ones so you can try that.”

“I’ll join later. What are you doing?”

“Bago! Bago!” Blaze calls from the side in a wooden playpen.

“Hi, Blaze.”

“We’re making weapons. Haco’s at the age to craft his first knife so Papa called us out here to help him,” Egan explains.

“Papa, do I have to make a knife?” Haco pouts. Ira pats his head.

“It’s tradition! Just a little wooden one, nothing too serious. Then when you’re Egan’s age you can get a real dagger.”

Egan twirls the obsidian blade proudly. “Here Libo, I’ll let you borrow mine to whittle with. Don’t cut yourself.”

Haco gasps excitedly when he gets the blade, clutching it in both hands. “So cool,” he grins. “I promise I’ll be super extra careful with it!”

“Don’t wave it around, it’s dangerous,” Tyson tells him and picks up one of the pieces from the cut stump. “Come on.”

Haco follows Egan and Tyson to one of the stone benches to start carving. Blaze starts fussing in his pen, so Elio picks him up and sets him on the ground to waddle around.

Blaze waddles to Ira, pulling his pant leg. “Papa? Wa do?”

“We’re making weapons, my little warrior.”

“Bwae do?”

“Sorry, libo, you’re too young to do this,” Elio smiles, ruffling his hair.

Blaze pouts and huffs, then walks over to Katsuki. “Bago?”

“Yeah, little guy?”

“Hug?”

Katsuki picks him up for cuddles, letting Blaze touch his hair.

Ira pats Katsuki’s back. “You’ll be a great father one day.”

Katsuki clears his throat, ignoring Blaze as he pats his reddening cheeks. “Thank you, sir. If you don’t mind, I do have a question for you. How do you handle it all?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sixteen children, a baby on the way, and two wives?”

“Is this about Y/n and Nuria?”

“I don’t know how I’d do it….”

Ira scratches his long red beard. “Time, patience, and love. It takes time and patience to get used to it. I was Tyson's age when I married Ember, and I was a nervous wreck the first year, both of us were.”

“How did you know you wanted to marry Y/n’s mom? Queen Hestia is her mom, right?”

“Yes, young man, she is. Hmm, no idea. It’s like an indescribable spark. You just know. And I thought Ember would be unaccepting, but she welcomed her with open arms.” He looks wistful at the idea.

“I have a question though. How would I do that with Y/n and Nuria?”

“Maybe hang out with Nuria for a day. Start to try and form a friendship at least with her. Nuria’s a nice young woman, I’m sure she’ll like you. Head over to her family farm sometime before it’s time for your family to leave.”

“I’ll go tomorrow, thank you.”

Ira smiles. “You’re quite welcome.”

“Bago peby!” Blaze giggles as he pats Katsuki’s cheeks again,

“Still don’t know what that means, little guy.”

“He thinks you look pretty,” Elio tells him, returning to trying to cut a stump.

“Oh. Aw, thanks, little man.”

Ira claps. “Alright, boys, back to training, finish up so your sisters can have a turn next.”

An hour later, you wake up from your nap and climb down the tree, yawning and stretching. A maid passes by and greets you.

“Celeste, where is everyone?”

“Your mothers and sisters are making hand baskets in the garden, and your father and brothers are training, princess.”  She bows her head and walks off.

“Wait, Celeste, where are our guests?”

“Erm, as far as I can remember, the king and queen went to the village and the green-haired one is with Prince Eijirou. I’m not sure where the straw hair one is.”

“Ah, well, thank you. I’ll go and find my father,” you nod, making your way towards the back of the castle.

Stepping into the field, you smile as you see your father helping Haco carve his tiny dagger. “Bisa!” Blaze giggles when he sees you.

“Blaze!” you giggle, picking him to kiss his forehead. “What’s up, guys? Hi Katsuki, are you okay?” You ask the blonde laying on the floor.

“Tyson punched him too hard and he got winded,” Hagan shrugs.

You walk over and squat next to Katsuki. “You alright?”

Katsuki gasps softly. “Yeah, I’m okay.

“He’ll be fine,” Tyson calls out.

“Bago owie,” Blaze giggles as you put him down.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay,” Katsuki chuckles, placing a hand on Blaze’s head.

“Buv boo,” Blaze giggles, grabbing two of Katsuki’s fingers with his hands.

‘He’s so small,’ Katsuki thinks as he smiles at the baby.

Haco runs to you, tugging your skirt. “Bisa, look at my knife!”

He shows you the crudely carved wooden dagger.

“What? It’s so good! You did a good job,” you ruffle his short locs. “Now you can stab people whenever you want.”

“Yeah!” He cheers and immediately runs to stab Egan in the leg, but thankfully, it’s blunt. “Death to stinky Bibo’s!”

“Why me?!” Egan protests and dramatically falls to the ground.

You giggle as Haco does the same to Tyson and Flint. Then he gently nudges Blaze with the blade, but the baby just stands there.

You poke his cheek. “Blaze, like I showed you. What happens when we get stabbed?”

Blaze blinks at you before falling on his butt. “Owie!”

“Good boy. But what happens after we get an owie?”

“Uh…bah!” he shouts, standing and hitting Haco’s leg, giggling when Haco playfully falls to the ground.

“Good Blaze,” you grin.

“Starting them off early, I see,” Katsuki chuckles and sits back up.

You sigh. “Yup, they’ll go off into the world soon and I want them prepared. Blaze, attack!”

Blaze shouts and jumps on Haco, hitting him with his tiny fists.

“Good boy.”

Katsuki looks over at Ira who glances at you.

“Right. I’ll be going to the village now to get some…stuff. See you later.” He rushes off before you can say anything.

“What was that about?” You ask.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, why don’t you teach Haco how to use his knife in the meantime?” Ira chuckles and picks up Blaze for cuddles.

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#katsuki x reader #katsuki smut #katsuki x black!reader #Bakugou katsuki x black reader #katsuki x poc!reader #x black reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x poc!reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #poc!reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha x poc!reader #x black!reader #bnha x black!reader #black authors

[thebiscuiteternal]

Just read the one with feral Shen Jiu and the abandoned pet MY vibes, so if you're up to it:

Meng Yao/Nie Huaisang adopts a cat.

Meng Yao being a street cat with well groomed fur. Helps with housework and school, may or may not be a demon.

Alternatively, Nie Huaisang being a purebred 'there is no way no one is searching for you' street cat that causes nothing but troubles. (Very fluffy though, can purr for hours.)

I have the perfect kitty options for either!

For now, let's go with Meng Yao, who wasn't sure what he was expecting when he began investigating the divine side of his heritage, but being cursed into a cat shape by his father's actual wife (who doesn't like cats) and booted back to earth by his father (who likes cats even less) wasn't it.

After struggling his way out of the garbage he landed in, he immediately finds himself fleeing in a panic from some very angry dogs with very big teeth.

Darting around a corner, he smacks into the back of a human's legs and reflexively climbs their robes.

The only thing that saves them both from toppling backwards into the jaws of the dogs is a man dressed like a guard, who grabs the collar of Meng Yao's perch and yanks them both through the door of a shop.

Half tangled in the boy's hair, Meng Yao tumbles off his shoulders and into his arms, but instead of being dropped, he finds himself cradled, nails gently scratching the back of his neck.

"Poor thing. If that almost made my heart stop, I can only imagine how much worse it was for you."

#mdzs #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #sangyao #ideas

[phoenix-downer]

Camelot

~2520 words. Sora/Kairi. Arthurian Legend/Camelot AU. Sora POV. Romance, Fluff. For SoKai Week 2022, Day 4: Free Day.

Summary: King Sora is nervous about his upcoming nuptials to Kairi. He hasn’t even met his future wife yet, but a chance encounter in the forest tells him everything he needs to know.

There was nothing more terrifying than the prospect of getting married. 

Sora hadn’t even met his future wife yet. How was he supposed to marry her? He poked a nearby branch with a stick and watched the bark give way. What if he and his wife-to-be had nothing in common? What if she hated his guts? What if he couldn’t stand the sight of her? What if she was plain and dull, or worse, what if she was charming and pretty? 

He really wouldn’t be able to keep his foot out of his mouth if she was. He’d never been good with this romance stuff. The wind whistled through the trees like a bard playing his lute, and another thought occurred to Sora: what if she laughed at him? 

He groaned and rested his face in his hands. He was hopeless. How was he supposed to lead his people if he couldn’t even face his future wife? He was currently hiding in a tree like a big coward, and—

“Sora? You up there?” Riku called from down below. He raised an eyebrow as Sora shuffled to better see him from his precarious perch in the tree. A few leaves fell on Riku’s silver hair, and he brushed them off and shook them out of his robes. “Stop being a coward and come down. You’ve got to set an example for your people.”

Sora sighed deeply and climbed down the tree, landing on the ground with a thud. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” he admitted to his mentor. “C’mon, Riku, just tell me what to do—”

“Sora, at some point, you’re going to have to think for yourself and make your own decisions,” Riku said, poking Sora’s head. “I can’t tell you what to do. Marry the girl or don’t marry her, but the choice should be yours.” 

“But you’ve always told me what to do before!” Sora protested as he paced around the little clearing, wearing a path in the lush green grass. “Your guidance has gotten me to where I am! King, warrior, h-husband-to-be—” 

“Fair point,” Riku muttered. “But I won’t be around forever.” 

Sora fell silent. Riku kept hinting at that, and he didn’t like the thought of Riku not being around anymore. He was a powerful wizard who had guided Sora since childhood. And he wasn’t like other wizards. He lived backwards in time, which meant that despite his youthful appearance, he had years of experience and knowledge of the future. 

Without that, Sora would be lost. 

“You have to take control of your own destiny,” Riku chided for the millionth time. “You’re the king, not me.”

“But I wouldn’t be king without you!” 

Riku smiled sadly. “You will only reach your full potential if you’re not using me as a crutch, Stick.” 

Stick, Sora’s childhood nickname. Riku had used it less and less as Sora got older, so the sudden return to it was bittersweet. There was a note of melancholy in his normally snarky tone too.

“Riku? Is everything okay?” Sora asked, frowning. Riku was rarely sad, but his green eyes were heavy this afternoon.

“When you know as much as I do, the weight of that knowledge gets to you a little sometimes.” He squeezed Sora’s shoulder. “Don’t mind me. I have some stuff I need to do. Now, think long and hard about what to do about the young lady on her way and what you’re going to say to her.”

Sora blanched. “Riku—”

Riku was already walking away. He raised his hand in the air. “Focus on her and not yourself and you’ll be fine.”

Sora groaned and paced back and forth. The sun was getting low in the sky, and he’d have to go back to the castle eventually to meet his bride-to-be. His stomach did somersaults and he felt like he was gonna be sick. What would the people think seeing their king like this? He’d fought dragons, he’d led men into battle, he’d pulled the sword out of the stone proving he was worthy to rule, and yet the mere thought of getting married had him quaking with fright. 

Too much pressure. Too much commitment. What if he made the wrong choice? What if she made the wrong choice? The ceremony was tonight, and then after the ceremony was the wedding night—

He gulped and glanced up at the tree. Yep, the tree was very enticing right now. Up its trunk and branches he scrambled. They couldn’t make him get married if they couldn’t find him, right? It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married someday, it was just that someday was today and that was way too soon.

Presently, he heard more than saw someone approaching. He stilled and tried to make out who it was. A young lady, based on her dress and robes. His curiosity piqued, he leaned down to get a better look. 

Her hair spilled out from underneath her hood, and her red locks caught the golden light nicely. She was panting, her eyes wide. He thought those eyes looked like sapphires or the finest lapis lazuli, and a dusting of freckles only accentuated her pleasant countenance and rosy cheeks. 

She leaned against his tree and closed her eyes. “I’ve finally escaped them,” she said, and her voice was richer and huskier than he expected, yet smooth and sweet like honey. 

She was… She was really pretty. He gulped, feeling the heat creep up his cheeks. 

“Married,” she moaned, echoing his sentiments from earlier. “I haven’t gotten to have any of the fun the other girls have, I’m not ready to be married! And—and what if my husband-to-be is ugly, or worse, what if he thinks I’m ugly? What if we have nothing to talk about? What if he hates me? What if I can’t stand him? I’ve heard nothing but good things about him, but—”

With that she trailed off, wringing her handkerchief. “And to be queen! I don’t know if I’ll do a good job! I’m just a simple girl, I never expected to be queen!”

Sora’s mouth dropped open. This was Kairi? His bride to be? He gulped again as he gazed down at her. She was really, really pretty. Maybe… Maybe his fears had been for nothing. Maybe marrying her wouldn’t be so bad.

One thing was clear: she was as nervous as he was. Maybe he should try to cheer her up. 

“Um, hello,” he called down, and she started and shrieked, dropping her handkerchief. 

“I’m sorry,” he hurriedly said. “There’s no need to be alarmed! I just noticed you seem a little nervous.” 

With that he jumped out of the tree, landing near her. She clutched her handkerchief and gazed at him fearfully. 

“A-and who are you?” she asked, shaking like a leaf. 

“I’m…” He hesitated. He could tell her who he was, or he could keep her in the dark a little longer. See if she would like him for him. “I’m Stick,” he settled on, bowing politely.

She tilted her head. “Stick? What a funny name.” 

“Well, it’s my childhood nickname,” he said. “And you are…?”

“Kairi,” she said, curtseying. “I’m… not from here.” 

“So I noticed,” he playfully teased, putting his hands behind his neck. “You’re the one who’s supposed to marry King Sora tonight, aren’t you?”

She paled. “Yes, I am, but I–I ran away.” 

“Why?”

“I’m scared. I’ve never even met my fiancé,” she admitted, ducking her head. “For all I know he’s not at all what I expect.”

“He’s never met you either, right?” he pointed out.

“No.”

“So maybe he’s as nervous as you are.”

“Impossible!” she cried, lifting her head and making her hood fall away from her lovely hair. “He’s a hero, a brave warrior—”

“He’s still human, isn’t he?” Sora said softly. “I mean, for all you know he’s worried he’ll disappoint you. That he won’t live up to your expectations.”

“I… I suppose,” she conceded. “I never thought that he might be nervous about getting married. I thought I was the only one.”

“Trust me, every man is nervous about getting married. If he isn’t, he’s either a fool or he’s lying. Excited, sure, happy, sure, but nervous? Absolutely. Especially if he really wants to make his bride-to-be happy.” 

“Still, King Sora seems far more impressive than I am,” Kairi said, fiddling with her handkerchief. “I don’t know why he wants to marry me.” 

“Well, you’re beautiful, for one.” Kairi blushed, and he grinned and continued. “Clever, to get away from the castle without anyone noticing.” Her blush deepened, and he added, “I think you’ll get along with the king just fine. You have more in common with him than you think.” 

She sighed and hung her head. “At least he has the home advantage. I left my home to come to Camelot.” 

“Camelot’s not such a bad place, you know. In fact, it’s pretty great. I mean, the weather is perfect,” he said, gesturing around them. A light breeze rustled through the grass and tousled her hair. The sun was setting now, its rays stretching across the sky like the colors of a stained glass window. Dancing, dappled light flitted across the ground and played with the shadows.

“That’s true, the weather is really nice,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s by law and royal decree,” he explained. “July and August aren’t allowed to be too hot, and it can only snow so much each year. Winter isn’t allowed until December and has to end by early March. Summer lasts till September, and rain only falls at night. The fog has to be gone by morning and the snow can’t slush on the hills.”

“And the moonlight?” she asked, her voice soft and her eyes sparkling.

“It has to be out by 9 pm sharp.”

She giggled into her hand, then leaned against the tree trunk. “I’ve never heard of such a wonderful place. Tell me more.”

“The people here have good hearts, and even the animals get along with each other.” 

“That sounds lovely.” 

“It is. Everyone’s happy.” He grinned and put his hand behind her head. “You’ll never find a better place to settle down, honestly. It’s the perfect place for happily-ever-afters.”

“Happily ever afters?” she murmured, her soft pink lips and doe eyes enticing him. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes flickered to his lips and then met his gaze again. 

“Yeah, happily ever afters,” he said, licking his lips. He leaned closer, closer, his breath warm on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut and his heart raced in his chest. He was nervous, yeah, but nervous for an entirely different reason now. A very good reason. His eyes closed. What would it feel like to kiss this beautiful young lady who would soon be his wife—

“King Sora!” a voice called out from behind him, interrupting their kiss. He flushed and pulled away, and Kairi’s eyes went wide and her breath caught in a gasp.

Of course. His attendants had finally found him. He couldn’t hide from them or from fate forever. Knowing his luck, Riku had sicced them on him. 

“King Sora?” Kairi squeaked as his men surrounded him. “You’re the king?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “I am.” 

“But you said—you said your name is Stick!” 

“I said it was my nickname,” he pointed out, gesturing to his men to give them some space.

She put her hands on her ruddy cheeks. “How did I not realize? I’m sorry, Your Majesty, for my rude conduct.” She lowered her head, and his heart sank. She was already pulling away from him, and it was all his fault.  

“Forgive me,” he said, and she jerked her head up to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t completely honest. I, um, I wanted to see if you would… if you would like me… for me,” he mumbled.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

“But still, I shouldn’t have deceived you. I’m sorry.”

She fiddled with the hem of her dress. “It’s okay. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

A few awkward moments of silence passed, and he gulped and braced himself. He had to be brave. Had to be strong. He wanted to give this marriage a chance, wanted to wed Kairi tonight like he’d promised. He’d never felt so sure about anything before in his life. Maybe it was impulsive, maybe it was foolish, but something about it felt right. 

“I spoke the truth earlier,” he said softly, reaching for her hands. They were so small and delicate in his. “The king is… um, he’s worried he’ll disappoint you. That he won’t live up to your expectations.”

“That’s impossible,” she said, barely above a whisper. “If anything, I should be the one worried I don’t live up to the king’s expectations.” 

“Trust me, you exceed them.” 

Her cheeks flushed pink and a smile twitched at her lips.

“Let me tell you a story,” he said, stroking her hands. “You think I’m some grand ruler, but I’m not. There was a sword in a stone, a sword that if you could pull it out, you’d be king. Well, hundreds of men tried, but that sword wouldn’t budge. Then, one day, a boy named Stick went over to that sword and pulled it out of the stone. Before he knew it he was surrounded by people telling him he would be king, that he was the missing son of Uther Pendragon. And he’s been swept along ever since. He felt lost, and then he met this beautiful, clever young woman named Kairi. She makes him feel like he’s no longer floundering around in the water. Like he wants to stop being a coward and be a king.” 

Kairi gripped his hands more tightly. “She really has that effect on the king?” 

“She does. Would she…” He paused, the words sticking in his throat. He thought of Riku’s advice and focused on Kairi, thought about how nervous she must be too, thought about how she might want this. He wouldn’t know unless he asked, so it was up to him to man up and put the question into words. “Would she want to be his queen?” he finally managed, his heart thundering in his chest. 

For a few agonizing moments, his question lingered in the air. Then Kairi smiled and nodded. “She would.” 

He laughed for joy, he was so happy. Or maybe it was the welcome release from all his nervousness. Maybe it was both. All he knew was that he wanted to kiss her very much. So he smiled and cupped her cheek and did just that. It was a very nice kiss, and he wanted to keep kissing her for the rest of his life. 

As they parted and smiled at each other, he felt a deep sense of peace and purpose wash over him. There was still a lot to be nervous about, a lot that was uncertain about his future, but somehow it didn’t seem so scary with Kairi by his side. With her, he truly would be a king. 

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A/N: So this story is like entirely inspired by the musical Camelot which is in turn inspired by the book The Once and Future King which also inspired the Disney film The Sword in the Stone. 

I’ve had this Arthurian Legend AU in my head for a long time now, so it was fun to finally write something for it. I drew from the song "Camelot" from the musical for a lot of Sora’s speech to Kairi about Camelot, and I mean come on who doesn’t want to see Kairi in a getup like this as Sora sings to her:

(The costumes in the movie version are beautiful, and Vanessa Redgrave is just stunning. I also realize as I went back to screenshot this that it took place in the winter in the movie a;lkdfjs;df ah well.)

Anyway, thank you for reading!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2022 #sora #kairi #kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #riku #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #romance #fluff #arthurian legend #camelot #long post

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Tyrion IV (Chapter 32)

He spied the Mud Gate up ahead. "I have seen enough for now. We'll return on the morrow with the guild masters to go over their plans." He sighed. Well, I burned most of this, I suppose it's only just that I rebuild it.

+.+.+

There were children climbing the towering wooden structures, swarming up like monkeys in roughspun to perch on the throwing arms and hoot at each other.

"Remind me to tell Ser Addam to post some gold cloaks here," Tyrion told Bronn as they rode between two of the trebuchets. "Some fool boy's like to fall off and break his back." There was a shout from above, and a clod of manure exploded on the ground a foot in front of them. Tyrion's mare reared and almost threw him. "On second thoughts," he said when he had the horse in hand, "let the poxy brats splatter on the cobbles like overripe melons."

He's being antagonistic towards Bran imitations a short time after that line. Coincidence? I don't know.

+.+.+

His marriage was a daily agony. Sansa Stark remained a maiden, and half the castle seemed to know it.

[...]

Either Sansa had been stupid enough to confide in one of her bedmaids, every one of whom was a spy for Cersei, or Varys and his little birds were to blame.

He'll blame Cersei later in the chapter.

"Has a spider been whispering in your ear, or do I have my sweet sister to thank?" Considering the things that went on beneath Cersei's blankets, you would think she'd have the decency to keep her nose out of his. "Tell me, why is it that all of Sansa's maids are women in Cersei's service? I am sick of being spied upon in my own chambers."

Which tells us it's Varys. Sansa knows her maids are spies.

It's even worse than I feared. "And my father? Who does he have spying on me?"

This time the eunuch laughed aloud. "Why, me, my lord." - Tyrion II, ASOS

Dimwit.

+.+.+

Sansa's misery was deepening every day. Tyrion would gladly have broken through her courtesy to give her what solace he might, but it was no good. No words would ever make him fair in her eyes. Or any less a Lannister. This was the wife they had given him, for all the rest of his life, and she hated him.

+.+.+

And their nights together in the great bed were another source of torment. He could no longer bear to sleep naked, as had been his custom. His wife was too well trained ever to say an unkind word, but the revulsion in her eyes whenever she looked on his body was more than he could bear.

Yes Sansa, keep doing that.

+.+.+

Tyrion had commanded Sansa to wear a sleeping shift as well.

How many nights before that happened, Tyrion?

+.+.+

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, to bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust. His mouth twisted in a bitter smile.

This always reminded me of another person who yearns for Winterfell in the same book.

When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. - Jon XI, ASOS

And eventually the same girl.

R-I-V-A-L-S

+.+.+

Unbidden, his thoughts went to Shae. Tyrion had not wanted her to hear the news from any lips but his own, so he had commanded Varys to bring her to him the night before his wedding. They met again in the eunuch's chambers, and when Shae began to undo the laces of his jerkin, he'd caught her by the wrist and pushed her away. "Wait," he said, "there is something you must hear. On the morrow I am to be wed . . ."

". . . to Sansa Stark. I know."

Of course Tyrion would be having sex the night before his wedding.

+.+.+

"I don't care. She's only a little girl. You'll give her a big belly and come back to me."

Some part of him had hoped for less indifference. Had hoped, he jeered bitterly, but now you know better, dwarf. Shae is all the love you're ever like to have.

My heart goes out to him. It must be hard when your paid sex worker, and hostage child bride don't love you.

+.+.+

He had never seen markets so crowded, and for all the food the Tyrells were bringing in, prices remained shockingly high. Six coppers for a melon, a silver stag for a bushel of corn, a dragon for a side of beef or six skinny piglets.

There's an interesting detail. The Tyrells are still price gouging King's Landing. Is that greed, or are they trying to make the Lannisters look bad?

Man, that house is doomed.

+.+.+

The man behind it scarce looked a danger; a short man—though all men were tall to Tyrion—with thinning brown hair, pink cheeks, and a little pot pushing at the bone buttons of his doeskin jerkin. In his soft hands he held a twelve-stringed woodharp more deadly than a longsword.

Tyrion sat across from him. "Symon Silver Tongue."

A woodharp more deadly than a longsword... yeah.

+.+.+

"You shall rise again, I am sure. A man like you. My sweet lady Shae tells me you are newly wed. Would that you had sent for me earlier. I should have been honored to sing at your feast."

"The last thing my wife needs is more songs," said Tyrion.

Fuck you, she'll get her song.

+.+.+

He rode through the streets of the city,

down from his hill on high,

O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,

he rode to a woman's sigh.

For she was his secret treasure,

she was his shame and his bliss.

And a chain and a keep are nothing,

compared to a woman's kiss.

Obviously about Shae, but Sansa sneaks in the last two lines.

+.+.+

"There's more," the man said as he broke off. "Oh, a good deal more. The refrain is especially nice, I think. For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm . . ."

Tyrion slid a hand under his father's chain, and twisted. The links tightened, digging into her neck. "For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm," he said. He gave cold hands another twist as the warm ones beat away his tears. - Tyrion XI, ASOS

+.+.+

"At King Joffrey's wedding feast," the man said, "there is to be a tournament of singers."

"And jugglers, and jesters, and dancing bears."

"Only one dancing bear, my lord," said Symon,

+.+.+

Bronn was waiting with the horses at the mouth of the alley. He helped Tyrion into his saddle. "When do I take the man to Duskendale?"

"You don't." Tyrion turned his horse. "Give him three days, then inform him that Hamish the Harper has broken his arm. Tell him that his clothes will never serve for court, so he must be fitted for new garb at once. He'll come with you quick enough." He grimaced. "You may want his tongue, I understand it's made of silver. The rest of him should never be found."

Bronn grinned. "There's a pot shop I know in Flea Bottom makes a savory bowl of brown. All kinds of meat in it, I hear."

Similar to his handling of Daenerys, George made sure to paint the singer as a total scumbag right before Tyrion orders his murder.

You can't make it too easy for the reader.

(In hindsight, he probably should have.)

+.+.+

"Make certain I never eat there." Tyrion spurred to a trot. He wanted a bath, and the hotter the better.

Is this a reference to someone? Lol.

+.+.+

As he entered his lord father's solar a few moments later, he heard a voice saying, ". . . cherrywood for the scabbards, bound in red leather and ornamented with a row of lion's-head studs in pure gold. Perhaps with garnets for the eyes . . ."

"Rubies," Lord Tywin said. "Garnets lack the fire."

Garnets, not rubies!

The pommel was a hunk of pale stone weighted with lead to balance the long blade. It had been carved into the likeness of a snarling wolf's head, with chips of garnet set into the eyes. - Jon VIII

x

The direwolf's red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. - Jon VIII

Jon lacks the fire!

+.+.+

"A wedding gift for Joffrey," he told Tyrion. The light streaming through the diamond-shaped panes of glass made the blade shimmer black and red as Lord Tywin turned it to inspect the edge, while the pommel and crossguard flamed gold.

[...]

Most Valyrian steel was a grey so dark it looked almost black, as was true here as well. But blended into the folds was a red as deep as the grey. The two colors lapped over one another without ever touching, each ripple distinct, like waves of night and blood upon some steely shore. "How did you get this patterning? I've never seen anything like it."

"Nor I, my lord," said the armorer. "I confess, these colors were not what I intended, and I do not know that I could duplicate them. Your lord father had asked for the crimson of your House, and it was that color I set out to infuse into the metal. But Valyrian steel is stubborn. These old swords remember, it is said, and they do not change easily. I worked half a hundred spells and brightened the red time and time again, but always the color would darken, as if the blade was drinking the sun from it. And some folds would not take the red at all, as you can see. If my lords of Lannister are displeased, I will of course try again, as many times as you should require, but—"

Look, it's Jon in sword form!

Why is this happening? Does this mean these swords will be returned to House Stark? I don't know, probably not.

+.+.+

The old Kings of the Rock had owned such a weapon, but the greatsword Brightroar had been lost when the second King Tommen carried it back to Valyria on his fool's quest. He had never returned; nor had Uncle Gery, the youngest and most reckless of his father's brothers, who had gone seeking after the lost sword some eight years past.

The fandom loves to obsess over little anecdotes like this, so I thought I'd include it.

+.+.+

Thrice at least Lord Tywin had offered to buy Valyrian longswords from impoverished lesser houses, but his advances had always been firmly rebuffed. The little lordlings would gladly part with their daughters should a Lannister come asking, but they cherished their old family swords.

Little lordlings gladly parting with the daughters instead of the swords almost seems like a nod to Sansa and Rob.

+.+.+

Tyrion placed Jaime's sword back on the table beside Joffrey's, wondering if Robb Stark would let his brother live long enough to wield it. Our father must surely think so, else why have this blade forged?

i+.+.+

When the guards had seen the armorer out, Tyrion clambered up onto a chair. "So . . . a sword for Joff, a sword for Jaime, and not even a dagger for the dwarf. Is that the way of it, Father?"

I'd love for you to have a dagger!

Someone give him a dagger!

+.+.+

"The steel was sufficient for two blades, not three. If you have need of a dagger, take one from the armory. Robert left a hundred when he died. Gerion gave him a gilded dagger with an ivory grip and a sapphire pommel for a wedding gift, and half the envoys who came to court tried to curry favor by presenting His Grace with jewel-encrusted knives and silver inlay swords."

Here comes George awkwardly trying to resolve that dagger storyline he lost interest in.

+.+.+

Tyrion smiled. "They'd have pleased him more if they'd presented him with their daughters."

Tywin preferred the sword, while Robert wants the daughter. Okay.

+.+.+

If you do shit gold, Father, find a privy and get busy, he wanted to say, but he knew better.

Funny.

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"You will find whatever gold is required."

"Will I? Where? The treasury is empty, I've told you that. We're not done paying the alchemists for all that wildfire, or the smiths for my chain, and Cersei's pledged the crown to pay half the costs of Joff's wedding—seventy-seven bloody courses, a thousand guests, a pie full of doves, singers, jugglers . . ."

"Extravagance has its uses. We must demonstrate the power and wealth of Casterly Rock for all the realm to see."

Tywin Lannister is bad with money!

I promise you this story ends with House Lannister not being able to pay their debts.

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So the talk has reached even him. "I have, thank you. It's that piece of furniture between the window and the hearth, with the velvet canopy and the mattress stuffed with goose down."

"I am pleased you know of it. Now perhaps you ought to try and know the woman who shares it with you."

Woman? Child, you mean.

YOU AGREED TO MARRY HER.

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"She is old enough to be Lady of Winterfell once her brother is dead. Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer to claiming the north. Get her with child, and the prize is all but won. Do I need to remind you that a marriage that has not been consummated can be set aside?"

"By the High Septon or a Council of Faith. Our present High Septon is a trained seal who barks prettily on command. Moon Boy is more like to annul my marriage than he is."

Would be unfortunate if someone were to marry her using a different religion.

Just thoughts. Simple thoughts. Not making any predictions.

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Tyrion liked that notion not at all. "The black brothers choose their own commander," he reminded them. "Lord Slynt is new to the Wall. I know, I sent him there. Why should they pick him over a dozen more senior men?"

"Because," his father said, in a tone that suggested Tyrion was quite the simpleton, "if they do not vote as they are told, their Wall will melt before it sees another man."

Yes, that would work. Tyrion hitched forward. "Janos Slynt is the wrong man, Father. We'd do better with the commander of the Shadow Tower. Or Eastwatch-by-the-Sea."

"The commander of the Shadow Tower is a Mallister of Seagard. Eastwatch is held by an ironman." Neither would serve his purposes, Lord Tywin's tone said clear enough.

[...]

Tyrion's anger flashed. "Lord Janos is a hollow suit of armor who will sell himself to the highest bidder."

"I count that a point in his favor. Who is like to bid higher than us?" He turned to Pycelle. "Send a raven. Write that King Joffrey was deeply saddened to hear of Lord Commander Mormont's death, but regrets that he can spare no men just now, whilst so many rebels and usurpers remain in the field. Suggest that matters might be quite different once the throne is secure . . . provided the king has full confidence in the leadership of the Watch. In closing, ask Marsh to pass along His Grace's fondest regards to his faithful friend and servant, Lord Janos Slynt."

Tywin Lannister plots to have his own man in control of the Night's Watch.

Jon Snow will spoil that.

Think about it.

"I will not have the rose and the direwolf in bed together," declared Lord Tywin.

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"Yes, my lord." Pycelle bobbed his withered head once more. "I shall write as the Hand commands. With great pleasure."

I should have trimmed his head, not his beard, Tyrion reflected. And Slynt should have gone for a swim with his dear friend Allar Deem. At least he had not made the same foolish mistake with Symon Silver Tongue. See there, Father? he wanted to shout. See how fast I learn my lessons?

How is this not a villain? How do you read this and not see a villain?

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Final thoughts:

Did you know we won't get another Sansa POV until chapter 59? All because of this worm.

I rage. I cry.

28 down, 21 to go. :(

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#operation stumpy re-read #asos #tyrion iv

[messers-moony]

Serene | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five’s wife has a room in their apartment for her own safe keeping. But Diego’s daughter accidentally reveals her biggest secret.

Her scent was heavenly—a beautiful desired mix of coffee, chocolate, and old books. Waking up beside her was like waking up in a coffee shop during sunrise. Her scent resembled her nature and her personality to a tea.

She was calm, collective, resourceful, and quiet. Much different than he himself. Number Five was just as innovative as her. But he found himself more different than similar. He often acted upon impulse and unable to rest. To his siblings, they were bewildered at how the two of them spent a multitude of years together in an apocalypse.

Nevertheless, opposites attract.

Regardless, she didn’t speak up. Instead, she hid in a corner with a book agreeing with the other person instead of saying her point of view. She hated conflict more than anything. Five, on the other hand, would only make conflict when necessary. He always stood up for himself and his opinions.

It was a communication issue they both had to solve. While in the apocalypse, she didn’t speak for the first month. He was lucky if he even got some form of communication other than a nod or a shake of the head. Eventually, he learned her name was Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She looked like her name.

She moved so delicately and smoothly it drove Five crazy. This woman he met was so opposite to him it drove him up the wall. The conflict between the two usually ended up in her quietly leaving the shared apartment and returning later than expected. Which left Five to pull at the tuffs of his brown hair in frustration.

Five overthought everything. This woman was the light of his life, but she couldn’t deal with conflict to save her life, and it made him wonder. Maybe she went through a dark time before the apocalypse. Perhaps the scars on her arms weren’t from accidental burns on the fire. He paced in their main room for hours. It seemed before a knock on the door caught his attention.

The boy opened the door to see his brother, “ Hey, Diego. “

“ Um, hey, Five. “ Regardless of Diego’s nervous greeting, Five gave a reassuring smile, “ Artemis wanted to know if she could stay here for the time being while I’m at work. “

The little girl was Y/n’s pride and joy. The two were so highly similar. Even Artemis found herself cowering at Five sometimes. Five was just a ticking time bomb no one ever knew when it would explode, and it made people nervous. Henceforth Diego was hoping Y/n would answer the door with her soothing nature.

“ Yeah, she can stay here for as long as she wants. “ Five replied softly, looking at the ten-year-old girl, “ Is Y/n here? “ Diego queried.

Five shook his head, “ She went out. I’m sure she’ll be back later. “

“ Alright, well, thank you for taking care of her. “ Diego sighed as Artemis went inside Five’s apartment, “ It’s no problem. “

Diego gave another nervous smile and walked away. The brunet male shut the door and locked it afterward. The little girl never really got along with Five. He didn’t know what to do. Children didn’t mix well with Five, especially an introverted, antisocial ten-year-old girl.

Artemis was gorgeous for her age. Long brown hair that resembled Vanya’s at her age with bangs across her forehead. Striking blue eyes like no other. A pale complexion compared to Diego’s naturally tan one. Her name was almost a contradiction to who she was. This little girl was no independent, strong, brave goddess. Instead, she was intelligent, quiet, and careful.

There was one room in the apartment Y/n didn’t really let anyone into. It was the ‘spare’ bedroom that wasn’t really a bedroom anymore. Five had only been in there a handful of times. It was known as her safe space, so Five respected that. But Artemis seemed to walk right inside. To say it made Five uneasy was an understatement. He didn’t know if she was allowed inside or not.

Five walked into the room and was greeted with bookshelves. It looked much different than the last time he saw it. The room wasn’t huge, maybe the average size of a square bedroom. Black bookshelves covered the walls with a desk sitting in the middle of the room planted on a rug. The only wall space not covered was a window with a tiny navy blue couch placed in front of it.

That’s where Artemis sat with a book in hand; she giggled at her uncle’s lost complexion, “ You haven’t been in here before, have you? “

“ I- I haven’t been in here a lot. “ Five replied in awe of the room, “ Aunt Y/n says she doesn’t let a lot of people in here. “ Artemis’ voice was soft and serene.

“ Yeah, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve been allowed in this room. “ He reminisced, “ Is this where you two talk? “

Artemis nodded, “ We talk a lot in here. This is where she works, and she shows me all her drafts. “

“ She works in here? “ Five queried, completely baffled, “ Mhm! You didn’t know? “ The young girl asked.

“ No, I- I didn’t know. “ He muttered, “ She’s not just an English teacher. She writes books in her spare time. “ Artemis smiled.

“ She does? “ Five spoke, “ Like how Vanya wrote her autobiography? “

“ Kind of. “ Artemis answered, “ She writes fiction novels. “

Five spun around the room, “ Can you show me? “

The young girl didn’t reply. Instead, she looked at Y/n’s desk sitting in the middle of the room. Under the rug laid a key which she picked up. Carefully she unlocked the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk, which held multiple different notebooks full of drafts and notes.

Artemis picked up a navy blue-bound notebook and handed it to him, “ This is her most recent stuff. “

Shocked and astonished at what his wife was hiding from him, he took the navy blue book. He took a spot on the rug sitting next to the open drawer while Artemis went back to reading on the couch. Her handwriting was elegant cursive that she taught herself how to do. The notebook was as messy as Five’s lesson plans for his college students. Nonetheless, he read on.

Life is a journey and full of different surprises. People from all around the world meet in the center for one leading cause. What occurs when tomorrow doesn’t happen? What is indeed on the other side? People tend to believe there’s an afterlife. Others think that it’s game over.

Brooklyn James takes a path into the unknown. A scared adolescent. She takes a brave step to find the answers for everyone. But at what cost? Prophecies advise and warn. People intrigued and fascinated.

When happens when both ends meet?

Five sat on the floor, entranced in her writing. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How has he never seen this before? How was she doing this without him noticing? Eventually, he closed the book and looked inside the drawer. Inside was an envelope with his name on it. Curiosity peaked, he took the envelope and opened it. Inside he found more writings, but all addressed to him. It even went back to the apocalypse.

It’s been about a month now. I was able to find some parchment and ink in an old book store. I can imagine they were selling for the aesthetic of old ways of writing. Thankfully I learned how to write with a quill, or perhaps this note would look like one big black blob. Five seems to be adjusting to me better. I’m scared of him. He’s terrifying.

We’re so different it hurts. He likes to express everything, and I don’t know how to feel about it. My entire life, I’ve been shut down to the point where talking feels like a fruitless effort. Maybe talking to him will help me. But I’m scared. What if he shuts me out as everyone else did.

This is so surreal. We’re stuck in an apocalyptic future—stupid healing powers. I wish I never healed myself sometimes. I didn’t know that after climbing out of my burnt house, this is what the world would look like. Five’s been a great help, though. Sometimes he takes my mind off things. At night he’ll ramble about the constellations, and I like learning about them.

Maybe he thinks I’m asleep or not listening because I don’t talk much, but I’ve learned a lot from him. He makes me want to be a teacher, step out of my comfort zone. I hope he becomes a teacher. He’d be a fantastic math professor.

He continued to read through until a voice made him jump, “ So, you’ve found my locked drawer. “

“ I- I didn’t- I didn’t mean- “ Five suddenly became a stuttering mess, “ I showed him. “ Artemis admitted.

Although Y/n wasn’t mad, Artemis cowered with her head, looking at the floor. Y/n’s voice never held anger, even when she was angry. Her voice was calming, soothing, and laced with honey. It was one of the reasons Five fell so in love with her.

“ Artemis, can you step out to the living room, please? “ She knelt before the girl giving her a tiny smile, “ You aren’t in trouble, my princess. I just want to talk to Five, okay? “

“ I’m- I'm sorry. “ The girl whimpered, and Y/n kissed her cheek gently, “ It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble. I’m not mad. I just need you to sit in the living room for a moment. “ Five stared in wonder at his wife comforting the tiny girl.

The young girl got the message and padded to the living room. Y/n stood up from her spot and stared at her guilty husband. His green eyes looked everywhere except for her e/c ones. He wanted her to yell or be angry with him, but she never was. No matter what, he couldn’t ever make her mad. Her patience were infinite.

“ I suppose you found what I’ve been working on. “ She stated, and Five nodded, “ And you saw my parchment from the apocalypse. “

“ I really didn’t mean to. “ He murmured, and she chuckled, “ You were going to have to find out sooner rather than later. “ Y/n replied.

Without warning, he was embraced. Her arms were wrapped around his torso while her head rested on his heart. The scent of her shampoo reached his nose, a glorious mix of honey and coconut he couldn’t ever get enough of. His arms gently wrapped themselves around her shorter frame while his chin perched on top of her head.

He kissed her hair gently, “ I didn’t mean to snoop. I’m sorry, love. “

“ Well, do you like it? “ She asked, “ Like what? “

“ My drafts, my room, my notes? “ Y/n listed, “ I love it because it’s who you are. “ Five replied softly.

He pulled away to meet her soft e/c eyes, “ This room is who you are as a person. If I had to describe you in one room, it’d be something along these lines. “

“ You aren’t mad I didn’t tell you? “ She whispered, and he shook his head, “ Never. We spent forty-five years together with no privacy because we didn’t have that. When you said you wanted this room to yourself, I didn’t hesitate to agree with you. “ His voice was soft like silk.

His green eyes glittered like gems, “ This is your private room, your safe place, and I shouldn’t be mad at you for wanting privacy. “

She kissed his cheek gratefully, “ Thank you. “

“ Anytime, darling. Anytime. “

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Curious in Exsotica, what is the daily life for Reader in the red light district and be liked the big time celebrity there?

And what do they do in their day off? Do they go to the other house and relax there? Or do they spend time at home?

Exotica | What are my days like?

A Day In The Life

The moment you wake up you are surrounded by your young handmaidens, the head wife, and the daughter from your first family, Itsuki.

Your little troop will bathe you and do your hair to the best of their ability before you either intervene or teach them how to do it properly

often times they will try waxing whatever they can if they can hold you down long enough

Because you're literally from the 21st century your just a lot stronger than them in general so it's hard to do the kind of things you either do yourself or not at all

Hygeine aside you take the reins when it comes to make up even if majority of your face is covered should anyone sneak a peek or earn it you want to please

A lot of your morning is spent just dressing you and because of this some of the houses are willing to send girls in who act as a messenger for their high paying clients

Whether they want to sing their praises or actually ask for financial advice you can answer while your veil and hat are placed on you and the ensemble of a silk kimono

When you are finally finished you’ll have a small window of free time to do whatever you please whether that's journaling, motivating your current house mates, or whatever you want only as long as you don’t mess up your look

Once that window is up you have a little parade at set times that follow you as you visit the stores that pay for you to come by as well as the ones you visit on a whim, much to Itsuki’s displeasure

After that you reserve time for your private clients which often includes Daki increasing in frequency as she reveals more of her clinginess

When you once again are no longer in the public eye your troupe will organize your gifts and read letters as they bathe you

By now you are tired and they leave you to sleep but that is the perfect time to stargaze

When you first started doing this you wanted so badly to enjoy the stars and moon that you climbed on the roof

Successfully laying on your perch you were reprimanded by Muzan who might have threatened to turn you for being so reckless

Past experiences aside that's a typical day for you in the Entertainment District

This is the schedule for three weeks, the last week is your time to ‘relax’

I put that into quotations because it just means your not getting paid to exist

Day Off? Hardly

You skip the baths and the greetings sneaking onto the roof

An odd place to chill but when the suns out nobody can really stop you

Plus most are too mundane to even think of climbing up here with you

“(Y/n) I saved you a rice ball from last night!”

All except for your found families youngest boy: Ikuru

The kid was sweet sometimes rambunctious but could be very intuitive for his age

In the day, away from prying eyes, you’d amaze him with stories and games from your world

Unlike the confused and worried looks you received from many others when you first landed he would gleam and dream about your world with interest and admiration

He was a breath of fresh air

But when the night would settle Daki or Warabihime would visit you and do nothing but insult your found families home

You would summon your mask and not react despite your conscious telling you otherwise

You know if you reprimand her at all she’d blame your found family and they would be another group in the pile you’re sure she has hidden away

So your free week would go more or less like that hovering near the house to avoid any crowds that have been tipped off about your free access

Basically before the story even starts you are already smothered beyond compare and oftentimes to busy serving everyone else to do anything yourself

I loved this and I love writing for Exotica

it excites me that you asked such a fun question

Thanks for asking thank you love🖤🖤🖤🖤

#yanderes #exotica #Exotica kny #yandere daki #yandere demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny

[sp00kworm]

Evo-23 (Part 2)

Part 2 - Blackberry Eyes

Pairing: Zombie/Infected Monster (Ji-woon) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Gore, Horror, Cannibalism, Graphic Gore and Wound descriptions, Death.

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PART 1 

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“Ji-woon!” You hollered as you battered at an infected's head with the small axe in your hand. You slashed at the creature before shoving it hard and watching it fall to the floor. In a moment you were on it, smashing it’s skull in with two heavy blows. The Other, your companion, clicked and gurgled behind you, his back meeting your own before he screeched behind the gag, black veins running out from his eyes and down his arms. You’d seen him do this many times now, but the unnatural shift in his muscles and the bulge made you shudder. His fingers flexed before he howled, spit flying from his mouth, dripping down his chin as he flung himself at an infected, throwing it to the floor before he caved in its head with his fists. Another stumbled behind him and the other grabbed it by the neck over his shoulder and pulled, dragging it’s head from its body as the rest of its corpse went flying into the bushes. Ji-woon span back to deal with another as another gun shot fired at the two of you. It would attract even more infected. You were sick of it already. With a growl you beat at another infected before shouting again.

“We need to get to that shooter in the trees!” You hollered.

 The Other gurgled as his reigns flew behind his head and he rushed forwards, his body unnaturally low to the floor like a big cat. You screeched as he outstretched his arms and grappled you, holding you against his body as the veins spread and he sprinted towards the trees, sliding in the dirt, spraying leaves and mud upwards in arcs as he dodged the bullets being fired. With a howl at the hunting perch, Ji-woon flung himself at the trees, claws scrabbling at the bark as he snapped at the other human’s feet, his gag and reigns stopping him from getting a mouthful of the man’s toes.

The man cried out and aimed the hunting rifle down, shooting a round through Ji-woon's shoulder. The bullet slammed through the Other, sending him flying to the floor, but you clung to the ladder tightly, climbing up to the perch before you slammed yourself into the man. A scream sounded as he was sent flying over the edge and towards the floor where Ji-woon was waiting with open arms, foaming at the mouth at the prospect of fresh meat.

“He’s all yours!” You screamed at the Other as he gave a delighted gurgle, his arm flopping at his side from where he took the high calibre round to his shoulder.

“NO, PLEASE!” The man screamed before Ji-woon flexed his hands and popped his temples inwards, smashing bone into his brain.

 You descended the ladder slowly, watching the Other prance around the body, heaving and gurgling with fresh blood and spit dripping down his chest. You sighed and carefully undid the gag and reigns, watching as Ji-woon screeched at the lingering infected, teeth clicking and snapping, before he dug his fingers into the man’s hips and dug his way to the bones he wanted to lick clean. You shimmied back up to the perch to get the gun and bullets, sitting in the little chair with a sigh as you tried to ignore the slick eating noises beneath you. The Other needed to eat just as much as you did. Humans were the best food source for him to be able to protect you, but it didn’t make you feel any less guilty. Even if this man deserved what he was getting for trying to have you torn apart by zombies after you let him have water. You closed your eyes and clutched the rifle as you listened to the Other swat at infected and command them away. With one eye open you dared to look at the Other as he wrenched the femur from the man’s flesh and cracked the middle of it open, peering into the bloody, gooey mess inside of the hard cortical shell. With a gurgle, he pressed his lips to the end and swallowed the syrupy contents gladly. Your stomach churned and you looked away, fighting the retching that threatened to tighten your throat.

 So you sat in the hunters perch quietly, looking through the man’s back pack for anything useful aside from his rifle and bullets. He had a cleaning kit in his bag for the gun and you leafed through the things with a mild amount of confusion. You knew some things but others were beyond you. Hopefully you could learn. You shook the bag again and watched as a small journal fell out along with some old cereal bars and a compass. You pocketed the food at lightning speed before opening the notebook. The first three pages were illegible scrawl beyond the first sentence.

‘I deserve to die for killing him.’

It was repeated over and over again before the dates started to appear and the scrawl became messy writing. Most of it was mild observations about the days he had lived since killing his son. He was infected was written in a lot of the explanation but it didn’t seem to make him feel any better.

 ‘I wish we had let him die of the leukaemia so I didn’t have to put a bullet in his head and then my wife.’

 The reality of everything settled heavily in your stomach as you closed the man’s notebook. You only opened it again to tear out the pages about his gun maintenance. The diagrams were crude but would serve you well later on. You shoved the pages into your bag after folding them tightly. The rest of the journal you put away in his bag before you swallowed your tears and moved to the ladder. Ji-woon was finished with his meal, his belly slightly rounded and very little left of the man beyond pieces of grizzle and empty bones. His head was untouched and you felt bile burn your throat before you took it and a small trowel from your bag. The Other watched wordlessly as you dug a shallow grave for the man’s remains, burying them with his backpack before you dusted the blood away with plenty of dirt and a dip of your hands into the algae ridden fountain. Still, the Other followed you quietly, waiting for you to replace the gag and reigns like you usually did after he’d eaten.

 You sat on the edge of the fountain and sobbed softly. A gurgle drew your attention away from your feet and you peered at the Other crouched by your knees, his sticky hands patting your knees in some semblance of a comforting gesture. If he was human, maybe it would have said that it was going to be okay, but the cold hands only reminded you that you had condemned a man to death for the sake of maybe finding out some truths. It made you feel sick again and you reached for the Other’s hands before realising that the sticky hands were coated in blood and other bodily fluids. You tried not to cringe as Ji-woon reached upwards, his sticky fingers stroking over your cheek, moving along the flesh in a downwards motion towards your chin. His cold fingers tilted your chin upwards so you had to look at his bruised face. His black vein infested cheeks twitched before his lips parted and he smiled wide, exposing his pointed, clot covered teeth.

“Smile.” The Other gurgled as he watched you snort at his ridiculous looking face. It was silly. A mutated superhuman bleeding from his nose, smiling at you like it was some comfort. To a sick part of your brain, it was. Ji-woon wasn’t just one of the Others, he was something more than that. Part of him was still human or fighting to remember how to be.

 “I’ll try.” You whimpered as the Other reached and tugged at your cheeks, pulling the flesh taut before he let it go and patted them awkwardly, his cold fingers twitching against your warm flesh. With a heave and a shuddering sob, you finally found the strength in your knees to stand up. Ji-woon tilted his head to peer up at you, grinding his teeth and drooling as the black veins over his bruised skin receded back up his neck and into his eyes. His chest bowed outwards with a heavy breath, as though he was about to scream, but Ji-woon simply let out a long, shuddering sigh as he pulled his hands away from your skin and reached for the reigns in your hands. Gently, he tugged them free, and reached backwards to fasten the gag and attach the reigns back in place. Drool dripped through the gag, despite him just eating, but you carefully looked at his arm. The bullet wound was long gone, leaving only a dark bruise behind, and his arm was back in perfect working order. He flexed the muscles and twisted his fingers as he listened to the surroundings, his black eyes quivering back and forth, focusing on a million different things at once. He waited, patiently, like a well-trained hound, as you shouldered your backpack again and brushed off the dirt from your bottoms.

 The Other watched quietly as you headed over and grabbed at the leather reigns, tugging them gently before you started back along the path towards where the blackberries were growing.

“I guess we can go and get what we came here for now…” You whispered as Ji-woon followed behind you, gurgling quietly as you both kept a watchful eye out for any lingering infected. The blackberries you wanted grew along the bramble infested outskirts of the former city park, growing up the old iron fences. There was a lot. You pulled out a box from your backpack and smiled at Ji-woon as you plucked on of the berries free and chewed the sweet flesh. It tasted amazing in comparison to the bland, plain food items you could get your hands on normally. So, for a minute, you chewed as many as you could fit into your mouth, giggling as juice dripped over your chin before you pilled at many as you could into the container. With some gelatine you could make jams. You filled the container to the brim before pulling a few more off the brambles for yourself. Ji-woon watched from the edge of the bramble patch, his black eyes following the rivulets of juice as they dripped over your neck.

 “Can you eat human food?” You wondered out loud to the Other.

Ji-woon tilted his head as he moved through the brambles, the thorns catching his skin. The cuts healed as fast as they opened and you swallowed your mouthful as he took hold of your fingers, gurgling behind the gag as he looked at the stained pinky coloured juice over your skin.

“Can you?” You asked again.

Ji-woon rolled his shoulders and shook his head violently, as though he was trying to dislodge the gag and you scowled, remembering that he was probably eyeing up your hand as a food source. You snatched your hand away and clipped the box shut, leaving Ji-woon in the brambles as you scampered back to your bag. The Other gurgled and followed on your heels again.

“I don’t know why I asked. You only want to eat me anyway. After we find out what happened to you, you’ll just eat me and leave the outside of my bones for the crows.”

The Other stopped, holding you in place by refusing to walk on the reigns, his black eyes looking you up and down before he surged forwards and caught you by the arm.

 Ji-woon forgot his own strength, clasping his hand tight enough around your bicep to bruise.

“What?” You asked with a small quiver to your voice, “You can’t even talk to tell me I’m wrong! You’ll devour me just like that man as soon as you get the chance, with or without knowing you were once human!” You screeched, tugging away from his grasp.

Ji-woon’s hairless eyebrows dipped again as he grabbed you by the shoulders this time. He dragged the fingers of one hand down the side of his cheek, tugging at the leather straps of the gag before you dared to reach up and undo it for him. The buckle jingled as you let the gag and reigns fall away, dripping in bloodied spit. The Other clicked his jaw sharply, his teeth snapping together with a harsh grind.

“Look after…until…human.” The Other gurgled before he touched the space over the top of your heart, “F-F-Find.” He chirped before opening his mouth and leaning over in order for you to muzzle him like a dog again. He chewed against the gag as you replaced it, fingers shaking as you struggled to keep yourself together.

“Until we find about what happened. I know buddy.” You whispered before Ji-woon pressed his cold fingers to your chest again and reached upwards, dragging you towards him by the shoulder. He grumbled, spit dripping from his mouth before he blinked more bloody tears down his cheeks and clasped you tightly in a hug.

 The flood gates opened again, and you sobbed into the Other’s shoulder, wailing like a child as you clutched his torn shirt and grasped at his powerful shoulders. Fat tears streaked your cheeks as you sobbed into the bloodied material, listening to the rattling breaths of Ji-woon as he chewed against the gag and gently petted your back and hair, running his fingers over your scalp softly before he cupped the base of your back and squeezed again. The touch was comforting in the loneliest way. You hadn’t been held like this since the whole event started, and now you relished the cold arms around your body as you sniffled and hiccupped into Ji-woon’s embrace.

“Protect.” He promised against the gag with a hiss of spit, and you nodded, not saying a word as you let his cold fingers soothe the worries from your spine.

“One day you might not be able to…” You whispered under your breath before you pulled away from him and smiled gently, “Come on then. Let’s go home, huh?”

Ji-woon nodded slowly, his hands twitching by his sides as he watched you turn away from him, dragging the length of reign behind you. With a click and a gurgle, he followed in your footsteps, his head tilting towards the sides, listening for danger.

 The park was not far from the local hospital and you shuddered as you looked up at the building, the windows smashed and rotten, sun bleached skeletons hanging from the windows and laid on the tarmac. When everything had broken out, it was the first place in chaos, and you pitied the doctors who had been turned into meals for the Others and infected on that day. You remembered the bodies hanging from the window rotting that first year, dripping stinking flesh down onto the tarmac where starving infected licked the surface clean. Even the thought now made your stomach churn. You walked past quickly, with Ji-woon mimicking your speed, following close behind you.

“They used to claim that this place was where the first of your kind came from.” You told the Other, “It was the original test subject who got loose in the hospital and started the whole event on a mass scale. There was some top-secret research place attached apparently.” You spat on the tarmac, “I hope they were all eaten for making this mess.”

 The Other's eyes wandered from the tarmac, looking around at the empty bones before his eyes fixed on the bodies hanging from the windows and I’m the suicide nets between the two large hospital towers. They had died being torn apart and the zombies that had eaten them were long rotten, hanging through the nets in strewn piles of limbs and jelly. Ji-woon peered at the buildings individually before he planted his feet and stopped in his tracks.

“No way. Not today, mister.” You cursed at him as he tugged on the reigns, “We can’t go in there. It’s full of infected!”

Ji-woon reared back again and took hold of the reigns and gag, tugging it insistently, pushing himself closer so you had to look into his eyes. His mouth dripped with spit and blood as he loomed over you, his shoulders twitching. His eyes begged you even if he could not say the words. He wanted to go in there, with or without you.

Your hands shook as you looked at the building and you sighed, reaching for his gag, “One quick look. That’s it!” You insisted as Ji-woon babbled to himself and took your hand in his own, dragging you to the barricaded front doors.

 The doors had been piled with rubbish bins, wooden benches, and heavy dumpsters, preventing a hoard of most of the patients from escaping. You didn’t doubt that most of them had probably rotted away in the hallways, but you had seen even the slimiest rotten bodies still crawl. Ji-woon clicked before he heaved the dumpsters away, black veins crawling up his arms as he pulled. They swam up to his fingers where he clenched his hands and howled, tearing away the two dumpsters and letting them clatter down the steps to the building. In response to the groans both inside and outside, the Other hissed sharply, demanding no help as he dug at the planks boarding the automatic doors shut. The electricity was long gone so once the planks were gone, Ji-woon had to heave the doors open himself. You only watched as he did so and cringed, gagging as the smell from inside the hospital was released. It burned your nose it was so foul. The smell of hundreds of rotting bodies rushed out, and you reached for your scarf to cover your nose before pausing and rummaging in your bag for the filter mask you had. It would be better for cutting out any spores from rotting bodies as well. You found it quickly and pulled it over your head with a grumble before you dared to follow Ji-woon into the festering hospital.  

  The hallways by the doors were littered with bones. Corpses were laid over the remains of others, and you could only assume those were the remains of the infected who had eventually faded from existence too as their brains leaked from their ears and their bodies gave in. Ji-woon lifted a bone to his nose under the reigns, the black strap over his nose wiggling as he sniffed at it and dropped it to the floor again like a used toy. He rummaged through the bodies before tugging at the reigns and gag again. You had forgotten to remove them the first time, and so you carefully pulled them free, letting his mouth free. The Other gurgled, cracking his neck and jaw in his hands before he flexed his fingers and arms in a wave, clenching the muscles tight as the black veins spread over his bruised skin. The muscles twitched as his eyes blinked before they rolled backwards and be bent over backwards to look at you, clicking in a long groan from the back of his throat. His mouth opened in a giant, spit dripping grin, before he snapped back over and rushed forwards, disappearing down the hallways. With a gasp, you rushed after him, listening to the screeching of infected as Ji-woon smashed them against the concrete walls. You had to run quick, following the blood trails down the linoleum floors. With a screech you slipped in the guts of one infected and went flying, tumbling to your knees as you slid through the mess on the floor, staining your hands and knees. The fabric of your combat bottoms was stained a brown tinged red.

 As you fought against the tangle of intestines, you heard the buck fire of a shotgun. The snap of pellets against the wall was followed by the blood curdling scream of Ji-woon. It came from the stairs. You rushed to catch up with him as infected lumbered up from the floors and piled towards the doorway as well. They had no interest in you, covered in zombie blood and guts, and so they cajoled you along in their group as they crawled and hobbled into the opening of the stairs.

“Fuck!” Someone cursed from the stairway as the zombies started to pile together, climbing the stairs slowly. It gave Ji-woon an opportunity to heal enough to launch himself at one of them, screaming as blood dripped from his mouth and eyes. His fingers met the woman’s eye sockets and he pressed her against the wall before shoving his thumbs in as far as they would go. She screamed, her legs kicking out at the Other, and you tried not to watch as Ji-woon leaned over to lick the blood and juice from her cheeks, purring happily as his blackened tongue swiped at the snack. He twisted his thumbs with a violent jerk and pulled out the ruined mess of her eyeballs before popping them into his mouth with a happy purr. The shotgun fired again, and you cried out as Ji-woon’s ear and half of his neck was sent flying against the window behind him.

 The Other screeched, flying backwards into the wall before the only sound he could make was a pathetic whistling noise. The small hoard he had summoned were quick to slow and the remaining survivors seemed to deal with them quickly, smashing open their skulls before they grabbed you out of the mess, kicking and screaming. Ji-woon gurgled, blood bubbling in his open trachea before it flopped back and the cartilage started to heal, his hands flying out to grab at your bottoms as a male and a young girl dragged you in front of the man with the shotgun. They didn’t dare go near the healing Other but they were quick to drag their friend’s corpse away from him to delay his recovery. Ji-woon gargled violently and slammed his fist into the concrete in an attempt to grab at the foot before it slid away from him. He missed and swooned before thudding against the first step, his nose cracking and bleeding, broken, from the impact. The survivors only then dared to tie him up, grappling his arms and legs, hog tying them behind his back before they dragged him up the stairs away from you. You didn’t shout for him, you looked at the floor as you were put before their leader and the gas mask was torn from your face.

 “Now what is someone, alone, doing with an Other on a leash, hm?” He asked as he cocked the shotgun, “You know what they do…so why have you got one as a pet? Couldn’t bare to kill your lover? Pretty fucked up to let it loose on people.”

You didn’t reply, just looked at the floor. You couldn’t afford to tell these people anything.

“Fine. Be that way. We’ll see what the Doctor has to say about an Other listening to a human.” He dismissed you and turned, the shotgun perched on his shoulder. They were all dressed similarly, in old, tattered looking military clothing, and you made sure to make yourself a bit of a dead weight as two of them grabbed hold of you and heaved you to your feet. You followed willingly enough as they chatted quietly among themselves, heading up six floors before they dragged you into the floor and relocked and barricaded the doors behind them. You caught sight of Ji-woon only briefly before they carted him into an examination room, their hands full of heavy dog chains and cuffs. Fear churned in your guts as they dragged you into the side room to the examination room and sat you in a chair. They were quick to cuff you to it, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to escape, and you felt your eyes and throat burn with tears as you looked through the glass and saw Ji-woon, naked, delirious, unhealed and chained to a hospital bed.

 You whispered his name but said nothing else as the Other’s blood dripped down the hospital bed and his neck sealed itself back shut. Still, he was loopy, delirious and upset, throwing his head left and right in an attempt to clear imaginary fog from in front of his eyes. As you watched the Other come around, the door opened quietly behind you, revealing a man in a lab coat, the sleeves rolled up his aging arms revealing puckered scars. The man was tall and thin, almost gaunt, as though his work consumed all of his waking hours. His greying hair was tied back at the back of his neck and a cigarette was perched between his lips. Dark brown eyes looked you over twice, head to toe, before he removed the cigarette from between his lips and blew a great cloud of smoke out over towards you.

“I’ve never heard of an Other listening to a human, never mind a human that takes their pet out to snack on other survivors.” he drawled as he puffed on his cigarette and looked you up and down again.

 “He doesn’t listen to me.” You whispered, “He just uses me.”

“A likely story. My entire group heard you shouting for it. It has a name, which I never thought the Others could remember. Whatever this little thing the two of you have, it’s something I’m interested in looking at.” he confessed as he looked over at the large machinery Ji-woon was being pushed inside, “But first I need him to heal that brain of his fully.”

“What do you really want out of this?” You asked, looking the Doctor in hi dark eyes. You were shocked by the lack of depth. They were cold and uncaring.

The Doctor laughed at you as he reached into his pocket and slammed down a notebook on the table in front of you before he followed it up with a bulging folder. The front was labelled with a ‘top secret’ stamp, but he opened the folder and flicked to a blue coloured tab.

“Does this answer your question?”

 You leaned forwards as best as you could, straining against the ties around your arms to get a good look at the images and writing. There was an image of Ji-woon, not unlike the image on his teacher ID, and then there was a more gruesome one of him pinned to a table, his eyes peeled open with needles piercing the pupil, back into the optic nerve.

“Your little pet was one of the originals.” The Doctor droned from behind you, “He was kept here after his first escape and then escaped again before causing all of the problems. The outbreak in the city was all his fault. This hospital was the breeding ground, and he was the catalyst.”

It was like you had swallowed a heavy rock. Your stomach clenched as you realised just why the zombies had listened to Ji-woon's call. He was their master. Most of the infected in the city were his doing. Even the Others might be his doing. You felt sick. You reached quietly as the Doctor only laughed and stubbed his cigarette out in a full ashtray.

 “Did you think he was innocent? It’s one of the Others now. He’s killed more people than any of them combined.” The Doctor gloated before he leaned over the controls in the corner of the room, looking at the heart monitor they had attached to Ji-woon. The beep was quiet and there were long pauses between them.

“Even the fact his heart works is a miracle.” The Doctor continued, “All because of some little human he couldn’t bring himself to kill.”

“If he’s the original, what do you want with him?” You asked meekly as the Other stirred in the other room. The MRI whirled to life, the magnets letting out a high pitch whine as they span.

“To study him. He might be the cure to the this, and I want my people to be able to live with the knowledge that if they put a foot wrong, they won’t be turned into monsters.” The Doctor droned as he turned to the small control panel and flicked a switch. The magnets hummed and you leaned towards the glass as Ji-woon stirred, his black eyes opening as his wounds finally closed.

 The magnets span and the MRI scanner hummed to life. You held your breath, watching the Other thrash against the dog chains. His shoulder clicked back into place only to be popped back out of its socket as he dragged at his chains, pulling them taught as the scanner started. He was quickly snapped back into place as the outside pully system went tight, keeping his head back and his shoulders pressed to the bed. You gasped as the scan started and Ji-woon let out a horrific howl. It went on for an age, the magnets spinning as his lungs roared until he couldn’t anymore, and he spat blood, whining as his eyes rolled and more blood dripped from his eyes and nose. The chains only went slack when he fell back against the bed, his mouth open as spit dripped from his mouth, mixing with the blood he had splashed all over the bedding from his thrashing. The Doctor tutted at the images and started another, initiating another round of howling from Ji-woon, his arms bulging as black veins swam down his face and shoulders then invaded his arms. The chains were drawn tight again, and you cringed at the unholy howl that left the Other as they scanned his brain again. The third scan had Ji-woon pass out, his nose pouring blood as his eyes rolled back and his teeth chattered in his mouth.

 The Doctor looked at the scans, ignoring his creature in the other room and you in favour of focusing in on one area of Ji-woon’s brain. The brain stem was enlarged at the back, with a strange looking organ attached beneath the main area. It almost looked like a tumour. You wondered if he had once been a patient, given the experimental therapy to help with a disease of some sort.

“Amazing.” The Doctor commented, “So not only has his brain enlarged but there’s a whole new area.”

“It looks like a tumour to me.” You commented bitterly.

“That’s precisely what it is. A tumour growth turned into a new centre of control. The brain stem controls all basic functions down to breathing, but this centre seems to be responsible for the Other’s abilities. Like the ungodly strength and speed, you’ve seen him have. This is the reason.” He sparked his cigarette again and hummed, “Its sad I’ve got to cut it out of him.”

 Your blood ran cold, “You’re going to do what?”

“A live brain surgery. We can’t kill an Other but removing the organ in his brain might do the trick.” The Doctor snorted, “It isn’t human anymore. Why do you think it is? That thing would eat you if I threw you into there right now.” A smile curled his lips upwards at the thought, “In fact, let’s see what he does, hm? A little live experiment never hurt anyone.” he took hold of the back of the wooden chair and tipped you backwards before dragging you to the door, laughing and wheezing as he puffed on the cigarette. His people looked on in confusion before he demanded for the door to the scanning room to be opened.

“Please don’t do this!” You begged as fear churned your guts and hammered at your heart.

“I thought you trusted your little pet?” The Doctor mocked as he slid you inside the room, your back to the thick glass viewing window, “Let’s see how much he repays you!”

You tugged against the bindings to no avail as the door slammed closed behind you and the Doctor’s wheezing laughter bounced down the corridor.

 The room was silent as Ji-woon’s mouth dripped spit and blood back against the hospital bed, his eyes closed and wiggling behind his eyelids. He was alive. His chest moved rhythmically up and down, breathing wheezily as he recovered from the MRI. What it had actually done to the Other, you didn’t know. He was dazed and sleepy, tossing his head with occasional twitches as the veins in his arms pulsed with a black light. It was something you had never seen him do before, and it worried you as you looked at the tied rope and cuffs which bound you to the wooden chair.

“Ji-woon?” You whispered softly as the Other twitched violently against the bed, his shoulders bending as his back and hips bucked forwards.

The Other gurgled again as his head rolled towards you, his ears twitching as black veins burned under his skin. His bruised face was covered with them like lines of tattoos, and they were quickly spreading down his chest. His arms were already covered, and you watched them pulse as Ji-woon tugged on the chains lightly. They were slack. Like a chain reaction, his arms bulged, and his eyes shot open as blood dripped down over his cheeks, painting him like a horror as he let out a screech and pulled the chains as taut as they could go.

 There was a commotion outside before a gravelly laugh sounded and the chains holding Ji-woon dragged against the holes, completely slack. The metal slammed against the MRI scanner as Ji-woon tore himself free and flew towards you. His mouth opened wide, exposing the black insides of his cheeks and his slick black tongue. The Other launched himself at your chair, sending you both flying back against the viewing wall. His mouth dripped spit over your shoulder before his tongue dipped out of his mouth to taste your hot skin. He purred at the taste, gurgling just like the first night you met him. Hungry. Feral. Insane.

“Ji-woon, please, it’s me.” You begged softly as his teeth pressed against your skin. He’d already torn your sleeve away and it laid down at the bottom of your wrist.

The Other gurgled before black goo dripped from his mouth and he heaved over your back, letting the spit, blood and black bile dripped over your shirt.

“J-J-Ji...woon...” He gurgled before he screeched again.

 You flinched, moving to cover your ears, and Ji-woon wrenched himself backwards, clutching his head as he let out a shriek and another howl. You watched in horror from the floor as his back rippled and cracked, the veins spreading like a web over his shoulders and down to the base of his spine. The muscles contorted in painful spirals before he let out a piercing human shout and spasmed violently. He clutched at his hair, fingers tearing scratches into the shaved sides as he tore at the pain.

“Stop it! You’re hurting yourself!” You shouted at him. Ji-woon only flinched away from the noise and collapsed, holding his head against the floor as his back bowed and a great black appendage tore from his shoulder blade. The mucus covered limb spread itself before the pointed tip slammed down against the linoleum, tearing a giant hole, revealing the solid concrete underneath. Another shriek left the Other as he slammed his feet against the floor and scrambled to hold onto something as another black, pointed, mucus covered limb burst from his skin, tearing a wound in his back. It was followed by four more in quick succession, and you tried not to cry as they slammed close to your face.

 Ji-woon clicked like a possessed child, groaning as the limbs lifted him like a spider and slammed against the sides of the room. His face was almost completely black, and you shuddered as chitin plates moved underneath his bruised skin and burst from underneath covering his face like a grotesque, insect like helmet. The slit along the middle left room for his eyes, but there was no recognition as the black limbs clicked along the walls and grabbed you by the rope that tied you to the chair, lifting you close to the Other’s face. The plates shifted and revealed his mouth, open, hungry, and filled with black pointed teeth. They snapped near your face before the Other sniffed you. He reared back slightly with a gurgle and flinched as the MRI whirled to life. A great, wet laugh sounded as the plates of his helmet shifted and clasped over his ears, protecting him from the noise as his black tongue licked at your hot skin, tasting the sweat that drenched you.

 His teeth tore open your shoulder a moment later.

 Agony laced your veins as you looked down as where the Other was suckling on the gouge. He pulled back and you watched your blood drip from his mouth. A great purr sounded as he hoisted you high with one limb dripping blood over the chair and his body as you felt the area burn with unimaginable heat. It would take you an hour to die and then three more to turn. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t wake up as an infected, but as one of the Others. At least then it wouldn’t be such torture living inside your own head. You’d remember nothing, or at least you hoped. You hung from the appendage as Ji-woon peered up at you, licking his fingers as he held you aloft, admiring the bite mark on your shoulder. The Other purred at the taste of your blood until the door slammed open. The helmet pieces snapped back into place, covering his face as the appendages whirled and slammed into the door frame. A shotgun kicked and the pellets sprayed against the hardened tentacles as Ji-woon’s arms grew again, the veins pulsing before his arms turned black completely. Thorns shot out of the skin as he howled and lowered himself, walking on four limbs as the others deflected the gun shots. You were hoisted high above the carnage, woozily swinging back and forth as you bled and the pain around the bite mark seared down to your fingers. As Ji-woon advanced on the people, you felt tears drip from your eyes, down onto his wild hair. He ignored the salty tears as he tore open a woman by her throat, the trachea held fast between his jaws. His maw opened again to tear more meat from her arms, the monstrous tentacles whipping around and piercing the other humans, leaving them with gaping holes, bleeding against the linoleum.

 “Ji-woon. Please.” You wheeze above him as he jumped on another person, tearing open their stomachs before he popped the rib cage open and crunched the bones in his mouth. The tentacles thrashed harder growing as the thorns on his arms became tough scales and his helmet moulded to the back of his head, holding his hair high over his head in a crazy spikey updo. You wept softly as he lowered you down to his eyes, black orbs shining inside the helmet before he opened his jaws, the plates parting, now part of his face, to reveal his black mouth, full of blood clots and bone shards. He clicked before reaching out a cold hand and running it up your thigh. He stopped above your knee and then smiled. Blood dripped from between his pointed teeth and ran down his chin, and he whipped his head back and forth like a dog. His hand came away from your thigh to touch the bite mark. He licked away the blood on his fingers before he touched his cool fingertips to your chest, pressing hard over your heart before he pressed them to his own chest.

“We can’t be together like this!” You sobbed, “I wanted to help you, not become one of your thrall.”

Ji-woon’s eyes blinked away blood, and it dripped over the plates over his face, “Together.” He promised you as he held you away from danger again.

 The Doctor appeared in the hall, and you watched in horror as Ji-woon slammed one sharp tentacle through the man’s stomach, pinning him to the wall with a slam and a great splash of blood. Ji-woon followed his appendage, growling as he met the man against the wall, cracking his black fingers as the ends shifted into points. With a snarl he slammed his hand through the man’s chest, enjoying the blood with a feral madness. He wailed again, the black covering his skin spreading, the plates and scales growing as he let the man fall to the floor. Spit slicked his chin at the thought of the marrow, but with a bite, he was upset. Ji-woon spat the blood and meat after the Doctor’s cries of pain.

“Stupid thing. I’ve been dying from the cancer for three years. My body will only make you ill.” He laughed as he reached into his pocket, pulling free a syringe, “But you might want this.”

You didn’t catch sight of it before a tentacle snatched it from the Doctor. Ji-woon inspected the liquid before the Doctor laughed and snatched something from his lab coat. He slumped forwards, slamming the syringe into Ji-woon’s leg. The serum seemed to have no effect, and Ji-woon swatted him away with a smash of a tentacle, sending him sprawling down the hall, his head twisted grotesquely.

 You sobbed above the Other as your arms burned in agony and your chest went viciously tight. You coughed, tasting blood in your mouth as you were lowered again. Ji-woon twitched violently as he presented you with the vial. You read the side and sniffled again. A lethal injection. The poison had already been ejected from Ji-woon’s body, and the clear fluid leaked down his bare leg before it too was covered with insect like plates.

“Please.” You begged softly.

The Other eyed you, his eyes twitching left and right, before he placed you on the floor and held the needle and syringe in front of your eyes. With one violent movement, he crushed it, and let the millilitres of drug drip from his clawed fingers.

“Together.” he stuttered again as he linked his fingers and took hold of the back of the chair, tugging you along behind him as he lumbered along the hospital corridors, groaning the word ‘together’ repeatedly like a ghost.

 When you woke again, you were laid in your small apartment. You wheezed as you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your limbs burn as you dragged them against the floor, attempting to touch your head. A cold hand grasped yours as you blinked away the red in your eyes. An armour clad Other peered at you with warm black eyes. Blood leaked from his eyes and mouth, between the creases of the plates of the helmet covering his face.

“Ji…woon.” You wheezed as your chest burned. Agony seared at every nerve as you shivered and coughed blood over his armoured thighs. A tentacle swept over your thighs, tucking you back against the mattress before it dragged your blankets over you.

“Together.” Ji-woon wheezed at you with a purr before his sharp teeth snapped and he gave you another bite on your hip. He said it again and bit your arm. The pain was already intense. You didn’t really register the bites as you raised your other hand and touched his head.

“So much for finding yourself, hm? I s-should have known… that you were a monster all along.” You heaved at him as you dragged your hand over his hair and cupped his cheek, “You’re still Ji-woon at least.” You whispered as your chest burned and you gasped and hiccupped violently.

 Ji-woon’s arms went slack as the tentacles around him waved gently. His mouth parted, dripping your own and his blood over the mattress as he leaned over your body.

“Together…Ji-woon a-a-a…” The Other gurgled as he reached for your body and touched your skin. You were cold. Freezing cold. Dead. It was as though it all came rushing back, and the Other wailed as he clutched at your body, looking for the veins that should be weaving over your neck and arms. Nothing moved under your skin. You were not going to turn into one like him. He howled, his tentacles thrashing, lashing blood and mucus over the walls as he desperately touched your face and pressed against your throat. He clicked, softly, louder and then screeched near your ears, calling for an Other who wasn’t there. Violently, he shook your body, crying for you as he cried black and red tears over your body. There was nothing. The Other wailed, throwing himself on top of your corpse as he heard his thrall thunder through the hall.

 Dead.

 He cried over your body again before he tore open his arms, spreading his blood over your lips before he took his teeth to your neck, spitting and bleeding into your mouth and the wounds to try and get you to wake back up. Your chest compressed with a breath before your eyes opened, red rimmed and burning with an orange glint around the pupils. You were not an Other. A gurgle sounded from your throat, and Ji-woon reached to cradle your head as you slumped into him. His blood dripped over the both of you as he stroked your hair like a doll, combing his fingers through the mess. Your eyes drooped shut again and your chest stilled before your body convulsed against him. Ji-woon knew what it was, and you were close to being with him, forever, if only he could get you to eat. He reached for his own leg and gouged his nails against the flesh. It hurt, but he continued, peeling open his calf underneath the plating. Blood and gore stuck under his fingernails as he plucked free a piece of muscle, fat and skin, dangling it in front of your mouth. Your eyes shot open, the veins in your eyes pulsing with black as your lips wrapped around the treat. Ji-woon let you have it, purring as you chewed and swallowed. It was then that he chirped and slid his nail under the back of your skull, straight into your spinal column.

 The scream that tore from your throat made him flinch, but he held you fast as his skin twisted and a black appendage grew from his pointed black nail, weaselling under your vertebrae before it shot upwards into your brain stem and poked the small tumour growing at the back. Ji-woon focused as his form broke off and wrapped around the tumour, stimulating the centre with new black veins, filled with the mutating virus. Your eyes rolled back as the veins webbed over the back of your neck, and Ji-woon waited for your eyes to go black before he purred and leaned forwards, kissing your dead lips. You only came to when his tongue pressed into the back of your mouth, tasting of your combined bloods and the faintest hint of blackberries. Maybe that was thanks to your last meal? You didn’t know but the veins in your neck pulsed and wormed their way down your chest, bucking you forwards, into the kiss with the Other. Your brain throbbed with the taste of food, and you reached up your cold hands to tug at the Other’s hair for a further taste of what would be your forever. Together, forever with the Other.

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[sunrisefairy]

Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness 

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her. 

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair​​ writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

italics represent a flashback 

Taglist: send me a message if you would like to be added @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ @klausdatprettyboi​ @georgeweasleyswhre​​

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left. 

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

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As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

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Dangerous and Divine - Epilogue

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: The final part!! This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Six Months Later

You opened up your eyes slowly, becoming aware of a finger trailing gently down your arm; it felt like a butterfly fluttering on your skin. Two dark chocolate eyes were gazing down into yours, sparkling with mischief.

“Good morning, Mrs Russo,” a very self-satisfied Billy Russo whispered, smiling at you.

You yawned, stretching out out your limbs and enjoying the feeling of a light breeze on your body coming through the patio doors.

“Morning, Billy,” you replied, reaching up and kissing his lips, scratching a finger along his bristly jaw. “And how is my wife this morning?” he asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I’m good... actually, very good,” you smiled up at him. “Just as well we’ve got our own villa, angel. You were so noisy last night, screaming my name,” he teased.

Getting up, you stretched again, aware of Billy’s eyes on you as you picked up your little silky robe, slowly putting it on and enjoying the disappointed look on his face. “That’s just to big up your male ego, poppet,” you teased back. He flung himself onto his back on the bed, faux-sulking, “How can you say that, sweetheart?! ....after I kept you up half the night making love to you?”

“Only half the night? Would’ve thought the love god that is Billy Russo would be claiming it was all night!!” A pout instantly appeared on his handsome face and that was just too much, so you leant down over him, stroking his face and kissing him passionately. He grabbed you, pulling you down onto him and your robe came off a lot faster than it went on, unceremoniously dumped on the floor. “Ride me,” he whispered in your ear.

You had to bring him back down to earth though, as you quite urgently needed to visit the bathroom and so you’d extricated yourself from his arms and stood up, picking up your robe. The pout had got even poutier and his eyes looked huge as he gazed up at you from where he lay on the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets. “Oh, okayyy,” he drawled, grinning, both hands going up behind his head as he lazed back on the pillows, “....so now we’re married, you’re gonna start slappin’ sex bans on me, huh?” You slipped your robe back on and put your hands on your hips, “Billy Russo! Don’t be such a drama king! You’d think you were on your honeymoon or something!” He just kept on grinning at you.

“Well! You either wait two minutes so I don’t have an accident on those lovely clean sheets, or maybe I’d better just call my divorce lawyer right now!” you mock-threatened. His face fell, “Angel! I’m only jokin’ y’know!” You burst out laughing, “Me too, you silly big sap! But not about going to the bathroom!” Flouncing out of the bedroom, hearing his answering laugh as you went.

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Once you were in the bathroom, you let your mind drift back over the last few days. You and Billy had been married just two days ago, a small wedding just as you both wanted with close family and friends only (Billy’s Marine buddies being his family). You’d had the most perfect day, but after all the planning and rushing around in the run-up to the big day, you felt as if it had all gone by in a flash. Whoosh - and it was all over. One minute Karen and your little cousin had been fussing round you, helping with your hair, your makeup, your dress, and in no time at all - it seemed - Billy was taking your hand and leading you out of the reception party, accompanied by a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls.

You two had stayed that night in the beautiful hotel in upstate New York where the wedding had been held. Billy had picked you up ‘bridal style’ while you were in the hotel elevator and then carried you along the corridor to your suite, kicking the door shut behind him and laying you gently down on the bed. Then he had slowly and sensually slid your wedding dress and underskirts up over your thighs, smile as bright as the sun as he ran his hands over your stockings and garter belt, pushed aside your lacy underwear and had taken you right there and then, whispering to you all the while that now you were truly his.

The next day, you and Billy had flown from JFK to Ibiza in the Balearic Islands, Spain. He’d been surprised when you’d said where you wanted to go for your honeymoon. He thought you’d want to go to the Caribbean or the Maldives or suchlike. But you’d spent some very happy times there when you were on your travels a while back, and you knew he’d love the laid-back vibe of the island.

So he’d booked a luxurious villa for a whole month, in the pine-clad hills above a large cove with a beach called Cala Llonga, east of Ibiza Town. The aromatic scent in the air was truly intoxicating and you closed your eyes, inhaling it from the small breeze making its way through the bathroom window, open just a tiny bit.

You sighed happily; both workplaces had been asked to contact you only in a dire emergency and with Frank and Jake left in charge while you and Billy were on honeymoon, after initially being anxious about being away for so long you now felt surprisingly relaxed about it.

Washing your hands and making your way back to the bedroom, you smiled as you saw your new husband sprawled out on the bed, naked and looking at you with a devilish smirk on his handsome face.

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Billy happily stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and hearing the water running in the bathroom in the background. The more he thought about it, the more he could hardly believe it - he’d actually managed to persuade her to marry him. He really thought he’d blown it when he’d proposed the first time. When she’d changed her mind and said ‘Yes’, he’d been so happy he thought he’d explode like a human hand grenade.

Still somewhat surprised about his complete turnaround from playboy to lovesick sap, he’d decided long before the wedding to just lie back and accept what the Fates had in store for him. Maybe they’d decided to give him some good karma for a change, after his solitary and loveless childhood and the difficulties he’d had after he left the Marines.

He thought back to just before the wedding ceremony, when Frank had been helping him tie his silver silky cravat after he’d put on his fancy morning suit and dress shirt. His big friend had suddenly clasped his shoulder, saying gruffly, “Bill.... you’ve finally got a chance to be ‘Happy Ever After’, y’know bud. Don’t fuck it up, whatever you do.”

Grabbing the big paw on his shoulder, he’d said sincerely, “I won’t, Frankie... believe me, I won’t.”

He’d also thought about a text he’d received the night before the wedding, and which he’d decided not to mention to his girl. Because it was from Madani. She’d heard the news about Billy getting married from Sam, who he’d met by chance in a local bar a few days before the wedding.

Typical vitriolic Madani, he thought. Saying how he was making a big mistake and he’d regret it in the end. Meaning, of course, because he hadn’t chosen her. Hadn’t even wished the two of you well, couldn’t bring herself to make even that small concession.

Bitch. He’d angrily deleted the text along with the whole string of her past messages, and had then deleted her contact details out of his phone. A feeling of great satisfaction had washed over him as he’d hit the ‘Delete Contact’ button on Dinah Madani. Gone and very definitely forgotten.

Now he looked over to see his angel walking back towards him, looking totally edible in her silky robe.

Grinning, he patted the sheet next to him, “C’mere, sweetheart....”

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Billy grabbed your wrist, pulling you down next to him and pouncing on top of you. The robe came off again and he was kissing you hungrily, appetite undiminished even after your mutual athletics the night before. He ran his hands all over you, pulling your body closer against his, telling you how much he loved you, wanted you, needed you. Then he rolled over onto his back, grinning over at you, “C’mon, angel... I need you to ride me.”

Grinning back at him, “Might do,” you replied. He shook his head, “No, really.... angel... you need to do it and do it now.” You also lay down on your back, “What’s the consequences if I don’t?” you teased. He looked horrified, “You sayin’ No to me?” You shrugged, smirking. “Angel! Please.... what... uhhh... do I gotta beg?” You nodded, “I think you do.” So Billy sighed, getting up and then kneeling beside the bed, hands clasped together and held up in supplication to you, “Please, goddess, m’beggin’ you.... pleeeease! Please!”

From your lofty perch on the bed, you looked down at the male masterpiece currently on his knees in front of you. The early morning sun highlighted his sculpted muscles to perfection, including the delicious-looking erection he was sporting, and you couldn’t keep up the pretence any longer. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging on it several times as his now-grinning face looked up at you.

“Ahhh... so I got the green light, goddess?” You nodded imperiously, and he leapt up and onto the bed at the speed of light. You pushed his shoulders down into the pillows and climbed on top of him, seeing his eyes widen in anticipation. Leaning over, you slid your fingers to the back of his neck and began gently stroking, then took his ‘tache between your lips and sucked gently, before running your tongue over it and then sucking again. Hearing small whimpers coming from him, you moved on to the tufty bit of beard under his bottom lip, giving it the same treatment. Then you ran your tongue very slowly over his bottom lip and suddenly you heard an agonised ‘Fuck!” from Billy, and wetness spread over your stomach and thighs.

Sitting up, you looked down in surprise at the sheen you could see glinting on your skin. A very sheepish-looking Billy was gazing up at you, “Uhhh....m’sorry, angel,” he whispered, “....y’got me too excited.” He covered his eyes with one big hand, then you saw two dark chocolate eyes peeking out between his fingers at you. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, somewhat fearfully. You leant down and kissed his nose, “No! Course not, Billy.”

He slid his hand away from his face, “Really? Been goin’ on at you to ride me then don’t even get inside you before.....!” and he gestured at the pearly liquid on your skin. His face was tinged pink by now, “M’so embarrassed!” he wailed. “Honestly, Billy.... I’m not mad at you,” you said, tweaking his nose between finger and thumb before getting up and heading through to the bathroom. Grabbing a handful of baby wipes you went back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and quickly cleaning yourself up before teasing Billy by running a baby wipe slowly and sensually along his velvety length. You heard some low soft moans from him, and knew it wouldn’t be very long before he was fully aroused again.

So you kept on stroking him. Laying the baby wipe aside, you continued using just your hand on him. “Sweetheart, what you tryin’ to do to me?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Oh, poppet.... I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” you smirked down at him, loving the way he looked at that moment, vulnerable and at your mercy, big wide eyes gazing up at you, lips parted slightly. You slid your hand in between his legs, taking hold of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them while still working his cock with your other hand. He squirmed below you, breath catching in his throat, one hand going to the hand you were stroking him with and pulling it to the head of his cock. Taking the hint, you concentrated on it, squeezing and rubbing at it while Billy writhed under you, letting out a string of swears.

Then you decided to add a little something to the mix and leant down to lick him, letting your tongue drag over his tip back and forth with quite some force. Billy had cried out really quite loudly as you started doing that and you smiled, thinking he’d made a good point about having a private villa. You could both be really noisy when you wanted to be. Feeling him stiffening in your hand, you increased the speed and firmness of your stroking and also took him more fully into your mouth.

“Please.... sweetheart!” groaned Billy, “....gotta get inside you... please!!!” You could hear him beginning to pant so without further delay you guided him inside you, before sinking down onto his length. He gave a long low moan, while you gasped with pleasure as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. Billy was giving out soft whimpering moans and began desperately thrusting up into you, hands running up the sides of your body onto your breasts and he began slowly massaging. In turn you started moving on him, hands on his chest, relishing the feeling of both his firm muscled body and how he filled you completely. “You...” Billy whispered, big dark eyes gazing up at you, “...you’re perfect for me, angel. Fit me like a glove.” His hand moved down to where your bodies were joined and began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Could say the same about you, Marine,” you breathed against his ear, leaning down and giving him a dirty open-mouthed kiss before moving your mouth onto his neck beard, and running your tongue over it. You felt Billy tense up and knew he was about to climax, and you felt your own orgasm building. Both of you were wound up tighter than springs! You wrapped your arms round your new husband’s shoulders and let the waves of pleasure roll over you.

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A lot later on, you and Billy strolled down to Cala Llonga and joined the small queue of people waiting on the little stone jetty for the water taxi to Ibiza Town. The boat was fairly small and you all crammed onto the wooden benches which filled most of it. Billy wrapped his arm round you, glaring at the Dutch guy sitting on the other side of you who’d been smiling and trying to make small talk with you. “We’re on honeymoon,” he growled at him, butting in just as the guy asked where you were staying. “Oh that’s great, congratulations!” he said, and you’d smiled at him, “Thank you.” Billy however was still glowering at the poor guy, so you elbowed him and he said reluctantly, “Yeah, thanks.”

You tried to distract Billy by pointing out several landmarks as the boat bobbed and puttered its way round the coast, and then the main town on the island came into sight as you rounded the last headland.

Billy gazed at the sight of the Dalt Vila (Old Town) in front of him and said in an awestruck voice, “Oh hey, that’s so pretty.” You smirked at him, “Told you you’d love it.” He looked back to you, “What’re our plans for this afternoon then?” Pleased that he was handing over the reins to you, smiling fondly at him you said, “Well, first of all I’m gonna make sure my hungry husband gets fed and watered. There are some lovely little outdoor restaurants along the marina.” You heard his stomach rumbling quietly as you mentioned food and he gave you a huge grin, “Now that’s what I call a plan.”

Stepping off the ferry, you guided him to one of the restaurants you’d eaten at before, and chose one of the tables at the front overlooking the yacht moorings. There were quite a few superyachts - some the size of small ocean liners - moored up so the oligarchs were in town, you thought to yourself.

The two of you enjoyed a leisurely lunch, before heading into the maze of narrow streets of the Old Town. Strolling right up to the old church at the very top of the hill, Billy oohing and ahhing at the whitewashed old houses and the view once you reached the church. He leant on the wall enclosing the courtyard in front of the church, looking out over the town, the two marinas and the surrounding hills and you heard a big happy sigh. He turned his head towards you, “This is perfect. You’re perfect. I love this place. And I love you.” He leant in for a kiss, and things started to get a bit raunchy before you heard a throat being cleared loudly behind you. The two of you broke apart, turning to find two elderly Spanish ladies glaring at you with outraged expressions on their faces.

You smiled at them, “Ah... lo siento, señoras, estamos en nuestra luna de miel.” Instantly, large smiles appeared on their faces and they moved away in a flurry of waving hands and staccato Spanish which you couldn’t quite catch. “What d’you say to them, sweetheart?” asked Billy. “That we’re on our honeymoon,” you grinned, “...didn’t understand all of the replies but rest assured, we’re forgiven!” He leaned in, “Well, reckon we should pick up where we left off then,” mouth back on yours. You surreptitiously ran a hand over the zip of his jeans and felt an interesting bulge there, hearing his low gasp, “Okay, but we better leave most of it till we get back to the villa... otherwise we’ll get arrested!” He sighed, nuzzling your neck, “Couldn’t we just go down one of these little streets an’.....” Laughing, you walked away holding out your hand to him, “No we can’t! C‘mon, tiger,” and with a pout firmly in place he followed, taking your hand in his.

Heading back down through Dalt Vila into the main part of town, you came to Paseo Vara de Rey, a wide, short tree-lined boulevard near the marina. In the evenings, the locals would come here for their before-dinner strolls, stopping for a chat with friends or a quick aperitif. It was just starting to get a bit busier as locals and tourists alike came along to enjoy the late afternoon sun.

You and Billy joined the strolling groups of people, looking in the shop windows and at people sitting in the open-air café sections, gradually making your way towards the marina end of the Paseo. Steering him towards a large hotel situated on the corner of Vara de Rey and into the cool white interior of its bar, you suggested he might want to buy you a cocktail. Leaning on the bar, he grinned at you, “Okay, I will... but then can we go back to the villa?”

“But why do you want to go back to the villa, Billy? I thought you were having a nice time here in town?” “I am!” he protested, “...and you know perfectly well why I wanna go back!” said with an accompanying eyebrow wiggle, “...we’re on our honeymoon!”

One of the barmen overheard him, “Ah, señor y señora! Let us make you very special cocktails in celebration of your wedding!!” Bill looked round, embarrassed, “Oh no.. s’okay, honestly - we’re fine, thanks.” Shaking his head vigorously, the barman grabbed a couple of cocktail shakers and tossed one of them to his co-worker, “But we must! It will take just a few moments.”

Then there was a flurry of pouring, shaking, ice, fruit and citrus slices being added before a couple of glasses were placed on the bar in front of you with a flourish. You and Billy eyed each other before taking a sip from your drinks. It was pleasant enough - you could taste rum and fruit - but not particularly what you’d’ve chosen for yourself. However, in the same spirit as the drinks were offered, you both made appreciative noises and thanked them profusely, before escaping to a table by the window overlooking Vara de Rey. Sitting down, Billy chuckled, “I guess I better learn to keep my big trap shut!” You agreed, “You’re forgetting that most of the locals speak really good English, so don’t be giving away any more of our secrets!” “What... like the fact you love my dick and think it’s really pretty?” he sniggered, while you slapped his arm, looking round quickly to make sure no-one had heard him.

Seeing no-one within earshot, you leant forward and said, “No... more like you telling me you’re in love with my ‘perfect pussy’ and how you’d be inside me 24/7 if you could be!” He snorted out some of his drink, and the two of you just sat and laughed at each other for a few moments in sheer happiness. “I love you,” he said, serious all of a sudden. “I mean, like really love you.” You smiled at him over the rim of your glass, “Well that’s good, Russo, cos I love you. Like, really love you.” Again, you sat looking at each other with goofy grins on your faces. You caught sight of both barmen looking over at you and smirking so you finished the last of your cocktail, purposefully making a noisy sucking sound through your straw as you did. “Hey, Billy... will we have one more drink and then head back?”

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!!! What d’ya want to drink this time round, angel?” “I’ll just have a mojito, please.” A few minutes later, a luscious mojito-filled glass was placed in front of you, while Billy had decided on a Sidecar, which he polished off in a few quick gulps and then sat looking expectantly at you. Shaking your head and laughing at him, you said, “I won’t be downing my lovely mojito as if it was a beer, Billy. I will be sipping it in a ladylike manner.” His face fell, “Oh.” “You’ll just have to be patient, loverboy.” He perked up a bit, “But if I’m a good patient boy, I’ll get a nice reward when we get back to the villa, yeah?” You patted his silky-haired head, “Yes, you will,” and couldn’t resist tugging on a few locks of it while you were at it. His grin grew devilish, “You wanna tug on something else, angel?” You slid your hand onto his thigh under the table, giving him a very innocent smile, “No, I am not going to lower the tone of this fancy hotel bar by misbehaving, Mr Russo.” His hand covered yours on his thigh and pulled it up onto his zip, “Well, I haveta say I’m very disappointed, Mrs Russo,” before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it, putting on his best puppydog eyes and pout.

You had to admit, a frisson of excitement had run through you as he’d done that - Billy had made sure you realised he had an impressive erection. So in fact you picked up your mojito and drained the glass like a sailor who’d just hit a bar after six months at sea. “Okay, Billy,” you smirked, “....you win. Let’s go, tiger.” Billy sprang up from the table and pulled you by the hand towards the door, waving over at the barmen as he went, while you gave them a smile as you passed them.

Then you had to contend with an impatient Billy, pacing up and down at the marina while you were waiting on the water taxi back to Cala Llonga. Eventually it appeared, and Billy hustled you on board, making you sit at the back and beginning to kiss you as he boxed you into the corner seat. More passengers joined soon though and you pushed him back slightly, “Billy.... behave, please. We don’t want to upset any more people with PDA’s.” He grinned, “Okay, okay, I’ll keep my hands and my mouth to myself ... for now.” As the boat began to manoeuvre backwards and away from the quayside, you pointed at the town, “So, what did you think of Ibiza Town then?” Billy nodded, “Yeah, I loved it. It’s beautiful. But y’know, as long as you’re with me.... wherever we are, that’s what I really love.” You poked him in the side, “You big sap!” you laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “...but you’re my big sap, as they say.”

Those gorgeous dark eyes of his sparkled back at you, and his hand stroked your cheek, “Yeah I am, sweetheart... and that’s the most important thing. It’s all anyone needs to know about us. I’m yours, and you’re mine. And we’re in love. And together. Forever.” You put your lips next to his ear, “Yes, Billy... forever,” you whispered as the little boat carried the two of you away into the gathering dusk.

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Additional A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little journey with Billy and his sweetheart. All I ever wanted for Billy Russo was for him to be happy. Maybe we’ll meet these two again, who knows? Thanks so much for reading.

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