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sugrhigh · 2 months

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BOY NEXT DOOR 4 - ( c.s )

part three

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, slightly suggestive MEOW

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: PART FOUR! i promise u guys are not ready for what’s coming next 🫨 thank u to everyone who’s been reading along i love u all so very much!! my inbox is always open and i hope ur having a wonderful day (also doesn’t that first pic look so much like chris i screamed)

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“wow, someone looks extra hot tonight.” cassidy comments as she walks into your room, which is laughable coming from her.

she’s an angel, literally glowing in her multi-colored halter. you swear you shop at the same places, and yet she somehow always finds the gems.

“god, says you.” you joke, unable to keep a straight face as you stand up from your desk.

but you’re all done up too, dressed in a red tube top and some black jeans that flare out a little, hugging your hips just right. and yeah, you’re a bit smug knowing that you’re going to chris’s party looking extra great, but you embrace the post-pregame confidence.

“are you sure you want to go? we really don’t have to.” cass asks as you pass by her into the upstairs hallway.

“i mean, why not? i can never turn down free alcohol.” you shrug, and it’s part of the truth.

paying for yourself at the bar is never as fun, and the chances of somebody buying your drinks is usually slim. plus it’s on shithead’s tab tonight, which makes it that much sweeter.

“i totally agree. i just…” her smile falters a little, and she sighs, “i just don’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

it makes you pause, hearing her say that. you’d ended up talking to both of your roommates after chris came knocking on your bedroom door, and they’d been rightfully wary of his excuse.

but her words kind of confirm your worries; that chris is someone to be feared, someone to keep at a distance. like you won’t be able to resist the charm.

like you’ll fall.

“he can’t hurt me if i don’t let him.” you reply, and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince her or yourself.

“okay, i won’t push it. i know you’re tough, but i can’t help but check in.” cass nods at you before you head down the stairs.

“i appreciate it, but i’m good, so let’s go get bombed.” you’re grinning again, still buzzing from the two drinks you’d finished while doing your makeup.

ramona is already downstairs, bopping along to the beat of the music she has playing on the tv. she’s midway through a shot of tequila as you round the corner to the kitchen, swallowing so she can bite down on a slice of lime with her free hand.

you and cassidy both chuckle at the grimace that passes over her face.

“you ready party animal?” cass teases.

“always.” she replies once she’s calm, placing the tiny glass into the sink before screwing the cap back onto the bottle of alcohol.

each of you shove your old beat up shoes onto your feet, and mona turns off the television seconds after. you can still feel the bass vibrating, but you know it’s coming from the house beside you, which makes your heart jump into your throat.

you walk out the door, one behind the other like a row of ducks as you trample through the thin layer of snow from a few days prior.

tonight, you can tell chris has his own mix on, because you recognize the yeat song that’s currently playing. you’ve always liked his taste more than the others.

you’ll never admit that to him, though.

it’s way louder now that you’re up close, and you can literally feel the party raging. ramona leads the pack, stepping inside and swinging the door open for the rest of you.

the darkness swallows you once you step inside, but your eyes adjust quickly. you recognize some people as you shift through the crowd, regulars who are usually here and a couple of guys on the team.

you try not to look for chris, instead choosing to focus on the back of ramona’s head while you guys shuffle to the kitchen for drinks. there’s a few people chatting as you step through the archway, one of them being ben. his sandy blonde hair is pushed away from his face, and he smiles at your arrival.

“hey there neighbors!” he greets each of you guys with a side hug, clearly already drunk even though it’s only eleven.

you just thank god he set his cup down, because you know he would have spilled it all over.

“benjamin, always a pleasure.” cassidy laughs at his slightly sloppy demeanor.

“chris is gonna be really happy.” ben shoots a smirk your direction, and you roll your eyes, opting to move to the bottles of cheap vodka on the counter.

“i really don’t care.” you snark, pouring a hefty bit of alcohol into your cup before setting the handle back down.

“feisty tonight, woah!” he holds his hands up in surrender.

your friends follow close behind, making their own drinks and pouring them equally as strong.

“where’s your girl, benny? haven’t seen her around in a minute.” ramona asks with a small smile, clearly trying to change the subject.

“she’s out at the bar. girls night or something.” ben shrugs as you add some sprite to your drink and take a sip.

it’s extremely bitter even with the mixer, but you choke it down and deal with the burn. you’re still not tipsy enough, so you’re playing catch-up to try and reach the level you want to be at.

mona nods at this as she slides back up next to you, cassidy joining moments later when she’s done making her drink.

“well, tell her to come around soon, i miss her.” she requests.

“i miss her too, i’ll pass the message along.” ben points a finger at her like he’s locking in a promise, loopy grin morphing his features.

“alright, we’re going to dance, but i’m sure we’ll see you later.” cass waves her free hand goodbye before you all make your way back into the masses, shoving your way into the living room.

it’s pretty packed tonight, as usual, and a sheen layer of sweat already covers your skin. you run a hand through your hair while cassidy meshes into the crowd, making enough room for you guys to move around.

bodies bump against yours as you all dance to the music together, sipping your drinks and laughing at each other’s silly moves. you swear you’ve seen connor now too, and yet you still haven’t spotted chris.

you suppose this is a good thing, because the sensation of being inebriated is only just beginning to wash over your body, and you don’t want to deal with him sober.

so you dance, and drink, and dance and drink some more, letting the hazy lights illuminate you as you bop around with your friends.

you’re knocking back the last of your fifth beverage of the night when you feel someone come up behind you, hand snaking to hold your waist gently. your first assumption is chris, and your heart leaps into your throat, but you’re wrong.

it’s a guy you don’t recognize. his black tapered hair is a mess on his head as he gazes at you hungrily.

“dance with me?” he asks over the music.

cassidy and ramona are seconds away from stepping in, but you shake your head at them to indicate you’re fine. for once, you don’t really mind being hit on, especially because he’s kind of cute and you’re definitely drunk.

it’s not like it means anything anyways.

so you back up slightly, his front flush against your spine as you move your hips, rolling them into his own.

your friends grin devilishly as the two of you sway together, so close it almost feels like you’re one person. his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you so he can feel the friction of your ass grinding against him.

you swear it’s only been a second before the crowd parts slightly, revealing a pissed-off looking chris as he barrels his way past the other people in the living room. his eyes are ablaze, and he yanks you away from the mystery man the second he’s close enough.

“get lost, jamie.” he snaps at the boy you were with, whose eyes are wide in fear now.

he must be an underclassman then, because he scurries away instantly, too scared to stand his ground against the captain of the team and the host of the party.

“what the fuck, chris? i was having fun.” you cross your arms over your chest, slurring ever so slightly as you glare at him.

he doesn’t respond to this; instead, his chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, and his dark gaze trails up and down your body. he grabs your wrist and tugs you toward the staircase without a reply.

your friends watch in awe as he drags you away, though neither of them bother to interfere. they’re swallowed by the swarm moments later, and your stomach flips at the fact that they’re gone.

it’s just you and him now.

the foyer blurs by as you reach the stairs, and you nearly stumble trying to keep up with his pace. you’ve only just made it to the privacy of the upstairs hall when chris drops your arm, whirling around to face you.

“what is wrong with you?”

your mouth falls open slightly at his tone, at how animalistic he looks standing before you, blocking you against the wall. his white shirt is unbuttoned slightly, and you can smell that fucking dior on him.

“what the hell does that mean?” you retaliate, already flushed in anger.

“i didn’t even know you could dance like that, let alone with my teammate.” chris snarls.

“everyone can dance, and i had no idea he was on the team. it’s not like you were talking to me anyways.” you stand your ground, meeting his judgmental gaze head on.

“did you want me to?”

“i mean, you’re the one who invited me to this stupid party, so i kind of expected to at least see you.” you tell him truthfully, and you know it’s the alcohol talking now.

“one second you hate me and the next you’re angry i’m not giving you attention. i can’t figure you out, and it drives me fucking crazy.” he continues to stare down at you in frustration, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

you hate how fast your heart is slamming against your ribcage. every time he’s this close to you it’s like the air is sucked out of the room. you can’t even breathe.

“why did you really pull me away, chris?” you ask quietly.

you already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it out loud for once.

“because you should only be moving that pretty ass of yours against me.” his voice is low, and he takes a step forward.

you cancel out his movement, completely backed up against the wall now. he can’t help but let his eyes roam down to your chest, to your exposed cleavage.

you’ve been taunting him all night, though you weren’t even aware. chris has just been watching you in your element, staying to himself and letting you do your thing with your friends for a bit.

after his last conversation with you he felt like maybe he should back off, but then seeing you with somebody else was even worse. it shouldn’t be this way, he shouldn’t be so fucking obsessed so soon.

but you’re looking at him with those wide eyes, soft lips parted, and there’s no way to resist. one hand travels to the back of your neck and the other grabs at your waist, pulling you into his own hips as he smashes his mouth to yours.

it’s somehow even more passionate than the first time, messy and rough, how you both like it most. chris bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away a minute later, kissing your cheek and jaw, then down your neck.

his cold fingers make their way underneath the hem of your shirt as you feel his teeth close down on the sensitive skin. a strangled moan escapes your mouth before you can bite it back.

“i like that sound a lot, princess.” he says into your ear before his lips focus on that hollow sweet spot you love so much.

you know he’s going to leave a mark, but it feels so good you don’t care. yet you choke down the whimper you feel crawling up, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you like it.

“c’mon, i know you want to.” he mumbles against your throat, and you can literally feel him smirking.

arrogant bastard. two can play at this game.

you put your hands on his chest so you can drive him backwards into the opposite wall. he’s surprised by you taking the lead, and you press your body flat against his, connecting your mouths roughly once more.

chris’s hands roam to grip your ass, a delicious pressure that you shouldn’t enjoy so much. your fingers nimbly travel to the waist of his jeans, and you feel his body tense under your touch.

you can’t help but grin into his lips as you move your hand lower, underneath the band of his boxers, grazing the warm skin of his hip tantalizingly slow.

you shift your focus to his own neck, sucking harshly and running your tongue over his skin until you finally hear him groan, a noise that you relish. his fingers dig into your flesh harder, and you can feel him grind against your thigh.

but you already got what you wanted, so you break away and take a step backwards. the shock on chris’s face after your abrupt departure is clear, his lips raw and hair tousled.

“and you had the nerve to imply that i’m the one who wanted this.” you smile and shake your head, making a move toward the stairs.

“you’re seriously just going to leave?” he asks in disbelief, which makes you turn.

“what did you think was going to happen, chris?” you smirk, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before swiping your thumb along your bottom lip.

his own mouth slowly turns up as he stares at you with a certain kind of ferocity in his eyes, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair.

“nothing, i guess. but whatever we didn’t get to will happen eventually, you know.”

“no, it won’t.” you reply, a bit too quickly to be convincing.

“i think it will. who knows, maybe next time you’ll let me use my mouth somewhere else.” chris says lowly, hand ghosting across your hip as he passes by you, looking over his shoulder at you with an expression of self-satisfaction.

then he heads back down the stairs, vanishing around the corner like nothing had even happened.

days ago you were swearing up and down that you’d never kiss him again, that nothing would happen. and now you’re standing alone in his house while the music thumps, knees weak and breathing heavy with a hickey on your neck.

the scariest part of all is that you’re still craving more, even though you don’t want to.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #hockey!chris #hockey au #neighbor au #new series #fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets smut

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maximumqueer · 2 months

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So I'm rereading One Piece, just got to the Drum Island Arc (specifically I just finished Ch. 132) and god do I love that moment between Luffy and Vivi when they're trying to gain entry to the island.

It shows so much emotional maturity on Luffy's part, to hear Vivi's criticism of how he acted and be able to self reflect in those few moments and admit fault, apologize, and bow in the same way as Vivi. He is willing to accept critique, and do so in a calm and level headed manner.

And yes, he did first lash out in anger at the people of Drum Island for (rightfully so) being wary of pirates and firing on them. But I can't fully blame him for that, considering that Nami is sick and if they aren't let in to find a doctor she could die. He was already worried about her, add to that the anger of his crew being fired at and yeah, him wanting to fight back is a pretty valid reaction. The issue is that these people are just regular civilians. Not pirates, not marines. They are not firing out of malice, but out of fear and and want to protect their home. And Vivi, as a princess of a kingdom, has much more experience in dealing with the average people of a nation than Luffy, with the diplomatic training to go with it to help deescalate the situation.

Luffy did not grow up with what would be considered 'average' citizens in One Piece. He grew up around pirates and bandits and criminals. It's no wonder that his first impulse would be to respond with violence in a situation like this, especially seeing as that has almost always worked in the past for him. He is out of his depth in this situation. And instead of doubling down on his course of action, instead of pulling rank on Vivi, he listens to her, processes what she has to say, agrees and apologizes.

It's moments like this that will always have me pushing back against the idea that Luffy is stupid and immature. Reckless? Yes. Impulsive? Sure. But stupid and immature? I legitimately do not think so. An immature person would not have responded nearly as calmly or thoughtfully to Vivi in that moment. But Luffy does, and I think that speaks for itself.

#one piece #one piece meta #drum island #monkey d luffy #nefertari vivi #character analysis

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bestworstcase · 1 year

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I don’t know what it means but.

Ruby talking with Qrow (I believe) in V7 when she compares herself to Oz, and Qrow saying “No you’re better than him you’re waiting to see who you can trust vs never giving anyone the chance to be trusted”

And now Ruby saying what’s the point of anything if Salem has the relics now and Yang saying “That’s how Ironwood thought. You don’t mean that”

The WAY Oz and Ironwood carried out their plans was Bad but they didn’t start at the deep end. Their thoughts didn’t spawn all of their actions. Ruby having doubts and seeing Oz’s perspective of being wary of who to trust doesn’t mean she’ll turn out like him. Ruby showing she’s upset and mad that things seem to be turning out useless despite their efforts doesn’t mean she regrets saving the people they saved. Or trying to save them.

The way Ruby hasn’t been able to openly doubt herself around others or say things that others see as “thinking like Ironwood” or “you’re better than Oz” is so prominent in episode 7. And I’m not saying she was wrong in anything I’m on her defense squad rn from ppl who are doing what the characters in the show did. They are Hearing her words but they aren’t Listening. WHY is she better than Oz when she thinks she’s doing the same thing. WHAT has caused her to Think like Ironwood. Why can’t she mean what she says why can’t she be negative. Where is the person to lift her up about herself. Not the plan not the team but just Ruby Rose

I don’t think I’m explaining this properly I’m not mad at anyone bc they didn’t know how she felt. I’m just trying to point out connecting things in the show and how “We’ll be better than blank”, in Ruby’s mind, can’t just be something to say when Qrow is mad at Oz (rightfully) or Yang is worried she sounds like Ironwood (the man they just had to save a kingdom from)

V9. Misinformation. Miscommunication. Blinded by your own emotions. Resistant to change. Not listening. It’s felt so Real it’s been so good I hope what I said makes sense it’s just the Be Better Than The Old Mentors vs just bc we won’t do things the same way doesn’t mean we won’t ever feel like they felt or have the same doubts or worry that what they did might’ve been The Best in their mind at the time. Lack of perspective. How you can be the villain to those you’re trying to save. It’s a lot sorry I rambled so much

pushing pause real quick here, anon, the anxiety pouring out of this ask about being misinterpreted as bashing this or that character is really palpable and bc of that i just want to like directly affirm that analytical discussion of character flaw or the narrative construction of a conflict isn’t accusatory or condemnatory of the characters themselves. in this household we go buckwild for characters whose human imperfection is fully and honestly realized by the narrative <3

anyway yeah yeah exactly like

ever since these kids got looped into ozpin’s cult they’ve just been in this emotional vortex of—don’t be negative, don’t spread negativity. salem wants to divide us. we can’t let salem divide us. LOOK at how terrified they were in V8 of not being in unanimous agreement about whether to prioritize a long-term or short-term goal, how much jaune’s proposed compromise scared them. it’s profoundly dysfunctional. they don’t know how to differentiate normal, constructive debate and infighting, or critical self-reflection and harmful negativity, so they are constantly hyper-vigilant constantly monitoring and policing each other for the smallest sign of bad thoughts, bad feelings, because this war they inherited isn’t a war against salem, not really, it’s a war against this nebulous idea of division, of conflict, of negativity, of the bad things that will see humankind condemned to extermination when the gods come back.

and like:

YANG: Okay, Ironwood wants Penny, otherwise Mantle is done for. So, how do we stop him?

BLAKE: Qrow and Robyn are still in his custody, and May said that the Atlas security drones are watching the crater, so they’re trapped too.

OSCAR: And Salem isn’t going to stay gone forever.

RUBY: So then it’s impossible.

EMERALD: See? If Miss Hero with all the answers doesn’t have an answer, then we have ours.

WEISS: Shut up.

YANG: Why don’t you just leave?!

OSCAR: Can we please just give each other a chance? Emerald’s not with Salem anymore, and Ozpin is back. All this doubt and worry and distrust, it isn’t getting us anywhere—

RUBY: Then nothing has CHANGED! We’re in the exact same spot we were yesterday, arguing what to do while the kingdom waits to die.

^ she ran away then, too. and yang went after her thinking that ruby needed a pep talk, needed to be told that sure things are bad and risks don’t always pay off, but the mom who abandoned them both for the world’s sake is still her hero—when what ruby actually, desperately needed to hear, what she’s PLEADING for now, is for someone to tell her it’s okay to feel bad, it’s okay to have doubts, it’s okay to just be overwhelmed. that it ISN’T FAIR for the fate of the world to sit on her shoulders and that the world will not end if she admits that it’s too fucking heavy, if she asks for help, if she puts it down.

and that’s what makes it sting so much when her doubts and fears and frustration get brushed off like those feelings don’t matter or aren’t true or, worse, like it’s wrong for her to feel this way at all—it’s a manifestation of this, like, existential terror of Innate Badness that lurks in the heart of ozpin’s cult, don’t feel bad don’t think bad thoughts or else—or else what? “salem will divide us” but it’s so easy for that line of thinking to shade into “only bad people have bad thoughts,” because feeling bad IS bad in and of itself, right. like fundamentally this is how the strict ideological delineation between hero, villain, and passive narrative object enforces itself: the villains surrender to negativity and so become themselves agents of this Badness while the heroes stand as beacons of hope and inspiration to the defenseless masses—who otherwise would of course succumb to negativity (“panic”) and be obliterated. baked into the cult’s ideology is an unspoken but perilously thin line between feeling bad and being bad.

you don’t mean that. that’s how ironwood thought. (you can’t mean that. only bad people think that way.)

and the real world just doesn’t fucking work that way—the world of remnant does not work that way—so this is an emotional poison, it’s toxic, they’re swimming around in a noxious soup of unspoken ideas that seeped into all of them to varying depth but percolated right down into the very bedrock of who ruby is—and while it killed them slowly it ate ruby alive. and now the bones of her are poking through the cracks and she has nothing left to give so the only way to move forward is to claw herself out of the soup!! (<- this metaphor ran away from me a bit.)

which somewhat ironically given what the first layer of her crisis is about, means ruby is going to lead the way out of this festering mess of a fairytale cult. by way of the desolate howl that this way of thinking is dehumanizing and inhumane

#rwby v9 spoilers #I AM FEELING VERY NORMAL. ABT THIS EPISODE

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balanceoflightanddark · 3 months

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I saw your earlier post about live action Azula and a few thoughts came to mind.

I know a lot of people are (rightfully)worried about the live action. I understand that they have cause to be wary.

As for me, I’m just hoping we get to see Azula kick the Zuko’s + the Gaangs (including Aang and Katara) collective asses! She got jipped quite a few times in the Og show regarding PIS and her mental breakdown.

And who knows? Maybe Netflix will make big changes and we’ll get to see an Azula redemption.

They also have an opportunity for epic trolling by having either Azulaang become canon (in the netverse anyway) Or having Katara fall for Zuko’s little sister instead of him. If nothing else, it would be good for a laugh.

I doubt any of these things will happen. But a person can dream, no?

In a similar vein to myself, do you have anything you wish to see in regards to Azula’s character?

How do you think Azula will be handled on Netflix?

Thank you for the ask anon.

I think one of my biggest fears is that they're going to play up her insanity and her breakdown. Unfortunately, her entire character has been colored by that breakdown both by the fandom and the franchise. Almost all of her post-canon work focuses on her mental instability to the point she's portrayed as a rabid animal in that awful Legacy of Fire book. Sure, we've had some more nuanced portrayals of her in recent years (Azula in the Spirit Temple comes to mind), but that's over a decade of her being portrayed at her worst moment.

And that's not even getting into how she's been demoted into little more than a glorified punching bag for Zuko and the Gaang in the Yang Comics.

So, yeah. I'm right with you about being apprehensive about Netflix's portrayal. If the creators can't get what made her character special, I don't exactly have confidence in a company who's had a pretty spotty track record when it comes to live-action adaptations (One Piece being the exception from what I've heard).

The other thing I'm a bit concerned about is...well, I don't think they're going for a redemption. With how modern media is like, I doubt they're going to stray too far away from the original series. Especially with Azula since her breakdown is iconic for all the wrong reasons. I mean, I'd like to hope for a redemption, but considering how Bryke and almost all the creative team keeps shying away from the possibility, I sincerely doubt Netflix is going to do better. Kind of frustrating when they've been leaving us up in the air for years at this point.

Now for what I'm hoping...I want Azula to get more sympathy. Basically, bust as many bad faith interpretations as possible. Don't tie in her story so closely to Zuko. Let her be a badass. And maybe leave her story on a positive note unlike the series. She seems to be getting a bit more focus, so I'm hopeful this might be true. Though it's all up to the writing team at this point.

I'll be honest, it's going to take a lot to convince me they have a handle on Azula's character. I mean, all respect for her actress and I'll be rooting for her. It's just...well, like I said in my previous post, over a decade of toxicity towards Azula and wishing the worst for her with creators that keep feeding that attitude has left me a little estranged. A part of me is hopeful, but until I see otherwise, I'm going to be skeptical.

Feel free to leave your thoughts.

#azula #princess azula #azula deserved better #azula meta #atla #avatar: the last airbender #atla netflix #atla live action #anon ask #anon answered #ask answered #ask me anything

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ashs-cardboard-box · 1 month

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Utter silence

~ Joel Miller, Ellie Williams/Male!Reader

~ Familial (found family)

~ 1.8k words

Request :3

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You had lost count on how long it’s been since Joel and Ellie had found you on your own. You thought you were a dead man. Having almost died against a stray hoard of those infected freaks. You had managed to escape from your quarantine zone and ran off with minor injuries. Now on the run from FEDRA, you got desperate and sloppy. Only leading to you getting cornered in an old church.

Even before escaping, you never were a people person. They weren’t fond of you and you weren’t of them. Especially in such an overcrowded environment like the quarantine zones, you were often quiet around them. Biting your tongue in face of conflict.

You had Joel and Ellie to thank for your life. After getting trapped in that abandoned chapel, they heard the ruckus from the hoard inside, and found you. Rightfully, they were wary that you had gotten bit or scratched by any of them. Though, by a miracle, you hadn’t.

At first, they were put off by your strange habits. You had a tendency to over-apologize when it wasn’t needed or asking for permission to do mundane tasks; you were quiet and reserved as if you were a drone of sorts.

Currently, you were trekking through the humid Nebraska with Joel and Ellie to find this Tommy person. You hadn’t been paying much attention to what they were talking about. Tugging your ragged coat closed to shield yourself from the dry winds pelting you. You could hear Ellie reading those shitty jokes from her book, only causing Joel to groan and criticize the quality.

You had considered them to be the closest thing to a family by now. They certainly acted like it. Joel cared for you and Ellie as if you were his son and daughter respectively. Having long lost his Sarah– a sore spot he didn’t care to talk about. He fed Ellie first, due to her being two years younger than you, then he fed you..always himself last.

Ellie treated you like the older brother she never wanted, but will always care for. She played stupid made up games with you, not without relentless teasing, of course. While you were quiet, you weren’t heartless. Finding her creative insults to be amusing.

“Okay, okay.. How about…” She draws out as she scans over the page, giggling to herself, she looks over her shoulder towards you, grabbing your attention to look over towards her. “Those fish were so shy. They were obviously coy.” she reads with a grin.

It takes you a minute to actually understand what that means, before you chuckle dryly with a roll of your eyes, prompting Ellie to playfully nudge you with her shoulder. “It’s like you!” she points out bluntly. “You get it? Like coy.. Koi.. coy like shy but like k-o-i, fish.” she over explains, causing you to chuckle with a nod.

Joel hums softly as he considers Ellie’s words, before giving the faintest chuckle through his nose. “She ain’t wrong, kiddo. You’re damn shy.” he muses as Ellie giggles to herself. Reading pun after pun as she tries to find another to read aloud to the group.

“I know..” you mumble sheepishly as you shuffle behind them. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be close to them, far from that actually. Ever since they’d helped you, you were always worried about invading their space. That fear has yet to dissipate– even now.

Joel stretches his arms over his head with a wide yawn. Prompting Ellie to yawn after him, in the middle of a pun, followed quickly by you. It was starting to get a bit later than you had hoped. Your body ached from the constant walking for hours on end. You nearly cried as Joel suggested to take a break for the night.

You weren’t a stranger to camping out in the woods, but that didn’t mean you liked it. Far too many variables to make it comfortable– though Joel shared your sentiment. Surrounded entirely by trees, thankful to not be in an open clearing. More trees were less risk, in your head anyway. Joel didn’t bother kindling a fire for the same concerns; his were much less visible than yours.

While Joel and Ellie got themselves situated for the night, you just stood around awkwardly, unsure of where to start. Ellie finally remembers one of your strange quirks and looks back over towards you from her spot in the grass.

“You don’t have to be so creepy, y’know.” She remarks sarcastically, not trying to be mean-spirited. As Joel adjusts the items in Ellie’s pack to make it a tiny bit more comfortable to rest her head on, Ellie gestures to the grass next to her.

“Get all your stuff ready.” You nod slowly and finally feel comfortable enough to move. Sliding your backpack straps off your shoulders and down your arms, catching them with curled fingers. Shuffling across the grass near silently, you drop your bag onto the ground next to where Joel had placed Ellie’s.

Slowly crouching before finally sitting down in the grass. Quickly stealing a glance over your shoulder, to triple check for anyone, or anything nearby. Finding no one, you allow yourself to lay down next to Ellie on your side, her back facing towards you.

Joel doesn’t bother setting anything up, claiming the first lookout shift as always. His hands curled around his rifle as it rests in his lap. His back resting against the tree as he silently surveys the surrounding land.

“Joel?” you squeak, adjusting your backpack to be able to see over the uncomfortable lumps of rations inside. Looking over Ellie and towards him in the darkness. “Hm?” He grunts in response, only occasionally looking at you and Ellie. Mostly focus on keeping his kids safe.

“Do you ever think about what things could’ve been like if all this never happened?” It was probably the most words you had ever spoken to either him or Ellie, and that caught him off guard. Of course he wondered about it. Spending almost half of his life in either scenario, one of them was obviously less favorable.

“Get some sleep, so– kid. You don’t need’ta be worrying about all that.” Joel deflects entirely, as expected. Tripping over his tongue so as to not refer to you as son; he’s not sure if he’s ready for that output of feelings yet..if ever.

You sigh softly with a small nod. Despite expecting rejection, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t disappoint you, nor does anything to squash your curiosity. Turning over to face your back towards Joel and Ellie. Her snoring used to be off-putting, but you’ve long since learned to tune it out.

You allow your heavy eyelids to win against their fight to stay open, closing your eyes slowly with another small sigh to relax your body. WIth each breath out, you relaxed your muscles entirely. The only trick that seemed to work nowadays. It wasn’t long until you let your exhaustion overtake you, slipping into sleep without another thought.

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In the morning, you awoke to a bright beam of light cutting through the trees and hitting you in the face. You grumble as your face scrunches in discontent, only to feel a boot nudge your back. “Hey.” It’s Ellie. Slowly opening your drowsy eyes, you lazily turn over and look at her in confusion– having to squint in order to see her in the bright sunlight.

Sitting up in her sleeping spot in the grass. Her pack laying next to her as she hugs her legs comfortably, crossing her ankles over one another. Her arms wrapped around her shins, interlocking her fingers together to keep her body close together.

“Nothing.” She explains calmly, already assuming what you were thinking. “Joel fell asleep again. It’s your turn to wake him up.” You groan in annoyance as you run a hand down your face, attempting to rid yourself of your exhaustion. “Don’t give me that shit, man. I woke him up last time.” She points out following your groan of displeasure.

You wave a hand dismissively as you force yourself to sit up. Your sore body audibly cracking and popping in several different places. You look over towards Joel to see if you’re able to reach him from where you’re sitting, but you don’t bother trying.

Joel mutters something incoherent in his sleep again, prompting Ellie to look at you as if saying “I told you so.” Laying on his side with his arm trapped underneath him. His back still somewhat pressed against the tree behind him. His rifle weakly held in his free hand.

Reluctantly rising to your feet, you step around Ellie and over towards Joel. You didn’t even need to touch him before he woke up with a short gasp. “You fell asleep again.” Ellie states as she looks over towards Joel who sits up and rubs his eyes with his hand. Shaking the other from its numb state to try and wake it up.

“Shut up..” Joel grumbles. Removing his hand from his face and looking up towards you standing over him, then over towards Ellie– just making sure the two of you made it through the night in one piece due to his grievous error of a simple human action.

“And you were mumbling in your sleep again.” Ellie adds matter-of-factly as Joel begrudgingly stands up with a small groan, finally standing face-to-face with you. You’re as quiet as always, your hands clasped comfortably behind your back.

Joel chooses not to respond to her. Instead, he looks down towards her and gives a vague gesture to tell the two of you to get everything gathered up as he yawns widely. You shuffle away from Joel and back over to your backpack laying in the grass, picking it up with minimal effort and pulling the straps over your arms.

Ellie uncurls her body from itself and pulls on her pack before standing up, much quicker than Joel managed to. After he sets his backpack on his back, he carefully slings his firearm over his shoulder by its strap. Preventing it from moving too much by stuffing his jacket in the under string of his backpack strap.

Without another word to one another, the three of you head back through the trees and continue on your way. The comfortable silence was only broken by Ellie spewing the first thing that came to her mind. You didn’t have the slightest clue how she did it. Always so talkative and ready to interrupt any sort of silence that washes over the three of you. Joel was still recuperating from falling asleep, feeling the weight of his exhaustion drag him down slightly. You only nodded or shook your head in response to any of Ellie’s random questions.

Nebraska was fairly boring, in your opinion. No buildings to raid, no game to hunt, no nothing. Just a dry field as far as the eye could see. The most entertaining thing in sight was Ellie pestering Joel with her puns and constant questions. Despite it being a strange family dynamic, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I finished this really late </3 (its like 2 when I'm posting this)

had bad writers block all day and ended up redoing my original plan entirely. Hope you like my second attempt lolz !! :3

#tlou x male reader #tlou x reader #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x male reader #Ellie Williams x male reader

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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(A gift of Fluff)

"You little brat!"

There is a chorus of giggles, high and free, and then a splash as Reyzì jumps away from Z-dog, having just grabbed the woman's tail to pull her into the shallow river, who tries to catch the giggling girl.

Any attempts of teaching the recoms to fish had long been abandoned for horseplay instead. Mansk had tried to continue fishing for a bit but the ruckus of it all had caused whatever fish there were to flee, he was instead pulled into a game of chase with Reyzì and Z-dog.

Lyle was further down, in a slightly deeper part of the river that opened up into a pond, with Ro'eyk, Spider, and Sully's younger boy, engaged in a 3-vs-1 game of chicken. The boys were winning, unsurprisingly, but Lyle was stubborn.

Lopez was a little ways back from the river, still within sight line, with Rävi, who was helping the recom with his archery, and Sully's oldest boy was perched nearby, occasionally calling out advice and jabs.

Prager and Ja were on the other side of the little river, laid out like cats in a patch of sun. Prager was dead asleep - the man could sleep through an air raid - but Ja was still awake, listening idly and occasionally complaining whenever he got splashed by either Reyzì, Mansk, or Z-dog.

Kiri, Augustine's daughter, was floating face down in the pond past where the boys and Lyle wrestled, and the only assurance Miles had that the girl hadn't drowned herself was the light flicking of her tail. Being around her was still a bit of a mindfuck, and every now and again the girl would say or do something that have Miles thrown back into old memories.

Sully and his wife weren't particularly thrilled with their kids spending time around him or his team - evident in how the youngest wasn't allowed to accompany her siblings - which was understandable, but the kids were friends, so there was little that could really be done.

Speaking of Sully...

"Reyzì doesn't have her taser, don't worry."

Miles knew that Sully would try to pin him down eventually, it was inevitable, but the former marine had been rightfully wary after Reyzì took down his wife with her taser. His girl was a one-woman army with that thing.

"I remember when she made that thing," Sully grimaced as he sat down on a nearby log, "it knocked out the old Avatar lab's power."

"She could take down a hammerhead with it if she tried."

There was a resigned sigh, "Yeah, I don't doubt it."

There was a pause as the conversation lulled. Reyzì briefly shot a look toward them, yellow eyes narrowing at Jake before she was distracted by a splash of water to the face. Mansk smirked at the girl and the chase was back on.

"Mo'at is willing to do an official adoption ceremony, once you pass your trials."

Miles blinks and turns to fully look at Sully. It's a bit odd, realizing that he's now technically younger than him. There's a little shriek, more high-pitched, and Miles is surprised to find Sully's youngest has appeared, joining Reyzì in the river with Z-dog and Mansk.

"Pretty sure the kids already adopted us, but making it official will be nice."

Both fathers fall back into silence - not easy but not tense - and watch their kids play.

"I'm being bullied."

Lyle whined, thoroughly soaked and exhausted from his rounds of wrestling with the younger boys in the water, as he flops down next to where Miles sat.

"You'll survive."

posting this now before the angst so some of y'all can know a little peace before the storm.

I have no comments, this is perfect as is, there's nothing I can add.

the recoms being good with kids is my weakspot, it makes me feel all warm inside, and it's the only thing making my cold heart keep going at this point (I've been writing this angst for almost 2 days now, cause I want to make it perfect, and god damn is it talking a toll on me)

and quaritch getting the ok from both jake and mo'at to officially make the kids his own, I'm smiling like an idiot

#miles spider socorro #miles socorro #spider socorro #quaritch #spellman siblings #recom squad #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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llycaons · 21 days

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hello!! as someone who loves cql wwx, i really love how you defend wwx’s canon characterizarion vs his fanon one. it’s all so good to read like that’s our boy!! so i wanted to ask as someone who wants to write fic from wwx’s pov, do you have any tips or advice? thank you! 💕

hello, anon! thank you! I'm not a writer, but I'm certainly happy to list some things that bother me in fics from a characterization standpoint (1/2)

sense of self-worth: in canon, flashback arc wwx thinks he's hot shit. he is slightly less obnoxious about it postres, but still has a lot of confidence and knows he's an incredibly skilled (and handsome) cultivator. I see a lot of fics where wwx has a super low sense of self-worth - he verbally talks about how he doesn't deserve another chance, how lwj is better than him, how he deserves punishment, etc. and it ends up with lwj needing to constantly reassure him that he's 'good enough' when in reality that's not their dynamic. wwx doesn't want platitudes, he wants tangible emotional and mental support from someone who believes him and has his back and will commit to him even though his reputation is in tatters. he does make enormous sacrifices, but it's less that he doesn't think he's worth anything and more that he considers his moral or familial obligations to be of higher importance. and he does have regrets but postres he truly doesn't want to suffer any more (dying was punishment enough!), and he certainly doesn't think he deserves more. he doesn't like to dwell on the past since it's so painful and he's rather move on but in theory this should wreak havoc on his mental health since he never actually deals with it? this is something canon doesn't explore as much as I'd want it to but I love reading about him coping with the trauma of his entire life after decades of ignoring it.

...and general emotional state wrt lwj: postres his behavior and dynamic with lwj is a little confusing, so honestly I kind of go with whatever the author's interpretation is. personally I see him in the flashback having a big crush, picking up a similar vibe from lwj after a few mishaps and being excited about it, then BAM the war happens, innocence is lost, and he realizes 1. he can't hope to live as a cultivator alongside lwj, ever and 2. lwj will probably reject him for using DC (which...he does), so he takes control and decides to be the one who cuts off that relationship before lwj can, bc having control over the terrible things that happen in his life is that important to him. but ofc they still stay close and I think by BM it's more like "we know how we feel but neither of us can do anything besides what we're doing' and then wwx loses it a bit and can't focus on anything besides the wens and his sister etc. and THEN postres his reluctance to involve himself with lwj is more due to being unsure about how lwj 16 yrs in the future would treat him, his habitual self-reliance and slight mistrust, and a desire to keep lwj safe and his reputation intact. wwx knows that lwj didn't do everything he could have back then, so he's still a little wary until lwj proves himself, AND he's worried lwj will be ruined bc of being associated with the yllz, famously hated mass murderer/heretic

dynamic with jc: hoo boy. I have seen so many authors screw this one up because they're biased towards jc never having done anything wrong, or the yunmeng sibling bond being sacred and unbreakable and or something. people love to write jc being verbally aggressive and even physically abusive to wwx, and wwx being happy because 'it means he cares' or some shit. drives me up a wall. jc is deeply insecure, chronically contemptuous, violently lashes out when angry, and has steeped in bitterness to cope with grief for decades. he has THE most rancid vibes and nobody likes him and wwx is very rightfully sick of his shit, especially postres. and their story is such a crucial example of how the people we're close to can badly hurt us, and the fact that they love us doesn't mean they're not hurting us or that it's okay. the drama softened jc a bit, but canonically to the novel AND the drama, jc and wwx have always had a rocky relationship. recall jc choking him nearly to unconsciousness after the LP attack, for one. the cracks started showing during the wen indoctrination camp, in which wwx wanted to help lwj, his personal friend and another high-ranking sect heir, during the hunt, potentially saving his life, and jc told him repeatedly to leave him behind since he's not family. and jc hunkers down and tries to protect his people alone, while wwx is fundamentally incapable of abandoning people who he could help. this ideological split between them continued through his (mutually agreed-upon) defection from the jiang sect, and came to a head during nightless city. you may recall that jc told wwx to go to hell while wwx was actively in the middle of committing suicide. based on this, the fact that jc then raised jin ling to hate DCers and wwx specifically, the fact that jc tried to immediately kill wwx when he came back, and the fact that he then tortured wwx psychologically using insider knowledge of his fear of dogs, indicates pretty clearly to me that this man is um. not really a safe person for wwx to be around mentally, emotionally, or physically. and wwx himself knows this! he stands up for himself when being tortured, he accuses jc of never changing, he compares jin ling unfavorably to jc, and he complains about jc's juvenile and cruel behavior frequently there are so many jc defenders in this fandom that interpret his behavior and actions as love or trust or simple ignorance, but the fact is that there is a long-established and extremely serious pattern of jc hurting wwx to vent his own anger, frustration, or pain, whether wwx had anything to do with it or not. and ppl talk about him like he's a defenseless victim even when he's a nearly forty-year old sect leader 🤡. not that he hasn't had his own tragedies or his own reasons for acting as he did, and I do see him as a very tragic figure, but the facts are that he's terrible to wwx and wwx knows that, and responds to it. wwx doesn't hate jc but he doesn't want to be hurt by him anymore and after the age of like 15 he would never respond positively to jc treating him like shit. if he was wary around lwj, you can imagine how nervous he is around jc. please, PLEASE if you're writing wwx, don't let this all be forgotten. I do think there's a way for jc and wwx to become close again, and I do think wwx has forgiven jc if not forgotten the hurt he's caused him, but a HUGE part of wwx's journey is finding and staying with someone he loves who's safe, who cares about him and will prioritize him and won't hurt him.

part two coming up!

#asks #Anonymous

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faeriegoth · 2 months

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#palestine #gaza #palestine fundraiser #fundraiser #gofundme #mutual aid #donate if you can #donate to palestine #rafah #boost #please donate #please share #please boost

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bcofl0ve · 10 months

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In regards to this fans going to a house video, whether it is where he currently lives or not, the fact that anyone is looking for where he lives is concerning. And has me a bit worried for things we don’t know, like the time he was spotted at gun world. Does he feel unsafe because of people stalking him, so he went to go get a gun? Or the way people are aggressive towards Kaia? And is this why we don’t see him often anymore, and when he do he is dressed so we can’t see his face or anything? I feel like my imagination is taking over since we never hear from him. But I’m worried for him.

austin and vanessa were seen and photographed at shooting ranges a handful of times- i think he has always just liked guns. not my thing at all- but hey, it’s the united states it be like that lolol. so i don’t think the recentish gun world trip from may is anything to be super worried about if that makes you feel better!

i do think that if shit like the house thing continues to happen (yes- his team was notified. not by me, but. i have it on good authority they were made aware of the tiktok) it’s going to push him into being more and more private.

and on that note. i don’t think the things he said: re: learning abt elvis shaping how he feels towards fame were just things he was throwing around for awards campaign press. i think knowing that history so intimately genuinely shaped how he’s handled his ‘rise’ to larger stardom. for lack of a better word i think it even rattled him a little?

that’s not to say i think he hates fame. he wouldn’t be an actor if he did. but i think knowing as much as he does (via elvis/his two year possession/ research rabbit hole etc) about the severe downsides has made him wary. and in a lot of ways, rightfully so?

all that to say i don’t think he’ll ever go total hermit recluse unless something horrifyingly dangerous happens. but i definitely get the sense he’s clinging as hard to as he can to the privacy he has left. which i can’t blame him for.

#gossip time with mollie #austin butler

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chaibewriting · 2 years

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GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos

content warning: alcohol mentioned but no one is drunk, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, fellatio (f! receiving), afab! reader, manhandling, bruising and marks, choking, fingering, mating press, different positions are mentioned, prey/predator dynamic, unprotected sex, multi-gasms, poor reader gets stuffed repeatedly, pregnancy mention (as expected), this has not been beta-read, there’s other things in here that i am too lazy to tag but nothing too horrible

word count: 8.2k

author's note: welcome to another chapter! this boy's long overdue so i hope you enjoy it! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated especially if you want to keep reading more! thanks! btw the taglist is still open!

previous chapter chapter four masterpost next chapter

taglist: @easilyobessedbutflighty @rogueofbullshit @2chickenwangs @mimi-sanisanidiot @megumitodoroki @sexyashbish

HER day couldn’t get any better than this, it beat having to spend some time back at her kingdom doing little to nothing aside from attending a few meetings here and there, and it certainly beats having to stay in that stuffy dining room with Enji and his mother for the entirety of breakfast. Y/N had decided to sit with the children for the time being for the duration of the meal, even going as far as to try some of the sludge that had been prepared for their nourishment (which she quickly regretted upon getting a taste of it). Well, that was one thing to put on her list for things to change once she got married to the prince.

As you sat at the table with the children, you looked around at all of them in curiosity, listening to them chat about random things as kids do. Minji had disappeared to do her work while you decided to stay there in the servant's quarters. Dabi and Keigo happened to be the oldest of the bunch so they had been given the task of watching the younger kids but now that you were here you were giving them a little break and allowed them to chat with each other.

You observed the conversation between the bubbly blonde and the redhead, chuckling softly to yourself as you noticed how quick Dabi was to blush whenever Keigo would say something cutesy to him. How could a four-year-old be so flirtatious? It made you laugh just thinking about it.

Time seemed to fly by as you sat there, getting acquainted with all of the children as if they were your own, you even asked their opinion about whatever they wanted to talk about, enjoying yourself as they rambled on and on about things that intrigued them. But, as usual, all good things must come to an end and soon you were back on the road in the horse-drawn carriage back to the castle. Before you had made your departure it was decided that Enji and his mother would come soon to further discuss the marriage proposal in about a week, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourself for what was to come in the future. Though your parents seemed a little wary about the idea of you getting married to him, you assured them that there was nothing to worry about, at least you hoped there would be nothing to worry about. Even with you being so adamant about your marriage to the prince of Ignis, your parents still had their reservations about it, rightfully so considering you were their only daughter and their firstborn.

That day soon came when Enji had arrived, his mother had decided to stay behind, or more like Enji had told her to stay behind considering how much of a bitch she was the last time when the two families had had a sit-down.

When he arrived, he was greeted by some of the guards who then escorted him to the meeting room where everything was going to be held. The differences in sizes of their kingdoms were apparent, a mental note he stored away as he considered the advancements of both his kingdom and Tenebris. Surely, there was much more than meets the eye, Tenebris had managed to hold a near fearsome amount of power for such a long time so he could only assume that it wasn’t weak which was always an advantage in his books. And even if it were weak his abilities and the combination of their kingdoms would only make it stronger.

The guard opened the doors to the meeting room and allowed Enji in before bowing and taking his leave. Upon entering the room, he was greeted by the sight of his future wife who had sat comfortably in one of the seats surrounding an oval table, she’d been doing something to pass the time which happened to be writing something down with complete focus. Though he was unable to tell it from here, she appeared to be writing down her plan of action for the future, she knew that things could change along the way but what harm could there be in making a little outline of how she wanted things to go?

In the chairs adjacent to her sat her mother and father, both of whom were discussing matters with each other, mainly about the idea of their kingdom’s future and what was to come of it if a marriage was to take place.

Enji had cleared his throat once he fully entered the room, the doors shutting behind him as he looked at the three adults in front of him who suddenly turned their heads to look at him. The King of Tenebris spoke first, “Welcome, Prince Enji. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”

Enji groaned in response before speaking up, “Likewise. Let’s get this started then, shall we?”

He moved to take a seat in the chair beside you, sitting with his back straight and a formidable posture, “I’d like to marry your daughter and have our kingdoms unite to become something stronger, indestructible if you will.” He was never the type to waste time so it should have been no surprise that he jumped right off the boat.

“I’d like to get married as soon as possible, perhaps within a week,” he continued, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at your father, awaiting his response.

The man in question looked taken aback, remembering his wife’s words about this Prince being especially bold and straightforward (though she had left out the part about being threatened, she did not wish to find out what the Prince was capable of), which he could admire but he couldn’t look past the dark aura that surrounded the prince in suffocating smoke. The King sensed that something was off, something was truly wrong with the man who sat across from him.

You had stopped your writing to listen in on the conversation, stealing glances at the man that sat beside you who had been eagerly asking for your hand in marriage. Though you had already made up your mind and would attempt to tolerate his personality, you couldn’t ignore the way he carried himself and the way he spoke most times, it both intrigued you and alarmed you. He didn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush about things that could be both a blessing and a curse.

“You wish to get married so soon? I figured that you may prefer to spend a little more time focusing on getting to know each other better first, yes? And that way it will feel as though you are building a loving relationship instead of just having an arranged marriage right off the bat,” your father insisted, moving his hands around to further explain his concerns which were all valid.

“We have plenty of time to get acquainted after we are married,” Enji reasoned, not shaking away from his goal, “Don’t you wish to get married as soon as possible, Y/N?”

When he suddenly turned to you and said your name, you felt a chill run up your spine. You had yet to hear him call you by your name and the way he said it made you nearly keel over from the confusing emotions you felt at that moment, a hint of embarrassment crawling its way up the back of your neck. You quickly cleared your throat and shifted around your seat under his intense gaze before responding, keeping your words loud and clear, “I don’t mind getting married so soon. It’s as you said, we can build a more intimate relationship with time. I think that our kingdoms joining together through our marriage would be the best thing to consider anyways, it should happen as quickly as possible.”

Your parents both looked at you, surprised by your words and the maturity that you were displaying. Though they were proud that you had grown up into a strong young woman, they were concerned about your happiness and choices in life. You did not have to make such a sacrifice for the greater good of the kingdom at the expense of your own life and pursuit of happiness.

“Darling, you do know that we aren’t forcing you to do this. You don’t even need to get married so soon, we want you to find love on your own and marry someone because you are in love with them,” your mother spoke, looking over your face for any indication that you were forcing yourself into doing this. Your father nodded his head quickly in agreement with his wife, hoping that you were thinking with a clear mind.

You smiled at the both of them with fondness in your eyes as well as a glint of determination before speaking up once more, “Don’t worry about me, I want this. I wouldn’t be so willing to accept it if I didn’t want it in the first place. It’s really okay, I promise.” You then turned to look at Enji who caught your gaze, his expression softening just the slightest bit, “I think that we’ll make a strong union together, there are so many things that I wish to change for both of our kingdoms. I may not be able to change the world in its entirety but I would like to at least try.”

Your words deeply pleased the Prince who seemed to smile at you like he was already your proud husband, happy to see that he had chosen the right woman to become his bride. He could already tell you were strong physically but now he knew that you were just as strong when it came to your goals and aspirations.

He looked to your parents, motioning towards them as if to silently tell them that he had won your favor and this game, their marriage was now sealed and they couldn’t do anything about it even if they tried, otherwise they may end up being deeply disliked by you.

They both silently stare between the two of you. Both of your parents know that you will one day make a wonderful queen and know that great things will come when you rise to power, but they still have their doubts about Prince Enji.

You, on the other hand, began to question yourself. You knew that strange things were going to come with this union. You believed in your own strength and will so you weren’t the least bit worried about dealing with Enji’s attitude, you were more interested in claiming the crown and giving your parents the luxury life that they deserved. The rest that they deserved. And it’s not as if you were marrying a horrible dictator, the Ignis kingdom did not act immorally when it came to keeping peace with surrounding kingdoms, fighting respectfully and only when necessary so they did not appear to be disturbingly horrible people. Proposing war only when necessary so nothing too bad could happen… right? Everything will be fine, she’s sure of it and it’s too late to back down now.

…

In the blink of an eye, Y/N is now dressed in a wedding gown, decked out in the jewelry her mother had worn on her own wedding day, with her father by her side, ready to walk her down the aisle where the seats are filled with some people from her kingdom and some people from Enji’s kingdom. She could not deny her anxiety but she wasn’t going to turn back now. She was going to become the best queen in history and would make life better for everyone. It had been her wish since she was a little girl and she was going to make them all come true one way or another.

But, was that really what she wanted? Sometimes she found herself questioning her true motives yet she continued to almost-— brainwash herself into thinking that this was all about her kingdom and the power she would gain that would allow her to reshape the kingdoms to be better. She was going to take on the burden of the Queen and the burden of being Enji’s wife.

Ah, that’s it… That’s what kept her from giving in to her doubts. That man. From what she could assume, their marriage was going to be a strange one, but she doubted anything truly horrible would happen. She can handle herself, she isn’t weak and she surely isn’t a push-over.

This is fine, she’s fine. Everything’s going according to plan.

When the doors of the church opened, the future Queen of Ignis came into view, looking as dazzling as ever, her father’s arm interlocked with her own. She looked around curiously with a shift of her eyes and began to step forward along with the music, following her father’s lead.

As she gets closer, her eyes lock with Prince Enji and she is astonished to see the prideful look on his face, smiling as if he’d won the greatest treasure. Strangely, it seemed to almost soothe her anxiety considering how he looked at her in such a manner. Well, at least he seemed attracted to her, that would make things easier.

And Y/N would be lying if she said that he was ugly. It was more like his personality soured his pretty face most times but oh well. It was now or never. (NERF OR NOTHIN’)

Her father brings her to the alter and helps her step up on the stage to stand in front of Enji. Y/N reaches forward, just as she’d been instructed and Enji takes his hands in hers as the priest begins to speak, the way his hands swallowed hers was a tad bit nerve-wracking but she did not falter. The two young souls stare at each other in silence, simply observing one another while all of the priests' words went through one ear and out of the other.

The moment seems surreal, here you are, marrying a man you had only just met two weeks prior, a less than sane thing to think about but it happened all the time amongst the royal families so it was not too phenomenal and uncommon.

You had zoned out just a tad bit until the mention of the rings came into play and you promptly turned your head to look down the aisle you had just come down. In your sights came little Dabi, dressed up in an adorable-looking suit and a pillow with the rings on it. The boy seemed a little nervous but when he met your eyes he couldn’t help but grin at you, walking a bit faster so he could get to you and hand off the rings.

It had all gone smoothly until he started to ascend the stairs that led to the wedding arch, tripping over his own feet. Your motherly instincts, which you never knew you had, kicked in and you flicked your wrist, using your awakened power to scoop the little boy up in a hand made of shadows, saving both him and the rings from tumbling to the floor. This earned a few cheers from the crowd, which was a little weird but you shrugged it off, more concerned about Dabi as you beckoned the smoke carrying him up the stairs and then set him down on his feet in front of you and Enji.

“S-sorry,” he hurriedly apologized and then held up the pillow to his father while bowing his head, Enji only sighed and took the rings from the pillow while you smiled and reached down to ruffle the boy’s hair, offering him an affectionate smile, “It’s okay, Dabi. Don’t worry about it.”

You then directed him over to your father who sat in one of the front pews, your father happily picked the little boy up to set him on his lap, immediately making your heart warm up.

The priest cleared his throat to gather your attention again which elicited a quick apology from you as you turned back to look at Enji who’d been watching you closely, waiting for you to give him your attention again.

“Now, we can begin the real fun,” the priest joked before motioning to the rings, urging Enji to hand his ring over to you so that you could place it on his finger when the time came. To complete the ceremony, Enji had to light a candle using a flame from his own candle to light yours, and then you would light a separate candle on top of the table nearby.

You took the ring from his hand and smiled briefly before both of you were handed a candle, he then spoke, “With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness,” he used a small flame from his finger to light the wick of the candle and then lit the candle in your hand with it, in which you lit the candle on the table before you both extinguished the flames and set the candles down, the candle that represented your union still burning brightly. “And with this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

After saying his vows he slips the ring onto your awaited finger, the priest then looks to you expectedly, “Do you take this man as your wine and your light?”

You nod, smiling just a tad bit before speaking, “I do.” To seal the deal and complete the ceremony you then place the ring onto his finger.

“If anyone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest begins to conclude as Enji reaches forward to hold both of your hands in his and then does a quick surveillance glance around the church, daring anyone to object.

When all that’s heard is silence, the priest concludes your vows and you are now a married woman.

Before the priest could even officially tell Enji he could kiss the bride, the Prince has already grabbed your waist and pulled you to his chest, capturing your lips in a surprisingly passionate and intoxicating kiss that nearly takes the air directly from your lungs. The sound of cheering fills your ears but you’re too distracted by the kiss that’s taking place, it was way better than you had expected and lasted a little longer as well.

When Enji had finally pulled away, a bit of your lip coloring left on his lips, he smiled triumphantly down at you and then turned to face the aisle where the both of you were greeted by (mostly) pleased faces who began to throw rice and flower petals in celebration of your union into the aisle. While everyone was celebrating, you were too busy trying to catch your breath but that didn’t matter, Enji took the lead and swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style down the aisle to where the celebration would be held. One could only imagine what their first night would be like together.

…

The hall had been decorated beautifully, using your favorite color and Enji’s as the main theme for everything, all of which was nicely put together. Enji carried you to the newlywed table that was front and center and people began to pour into the hall after you, finding their respective seats before the reception truly began and people started to get served their food. Your parents, your brother, Dabi, and Eiko sat at one table which was a few yards away from the table where you and your now-husband sat.

You were more than happy to eat whatever deliciousness had been served and had your fair share of drinks which was starting to fill you with courage and your anxieties started to melt away, a god-given blessing you liked to think. With a little more time you’re feeling especially giddy and find yourself on the dance floor with Dabi and your brother, Ren.

“I can’t believe you got married before me,” Ren teased, holding one of Dabi’s hands while you held the other, the three of you doing a little ring around the rosy kind of dance.

“Oh hush, just because you have a bunch of princesses and princes throwing themselves at you on a daily basis doesn’t mean you’re going to get married immediately,” you teased back while playfully rolling your eyes at him.

“Princesses and princes?” Dabi curiously asked, looking up at Ren in surprise, the male nodded his head before humming, “I do! And I heard that you have a special prince that’s pining after you too, am I right?~”

The comment threw Dabi for a loop as he became flustered and bashful, shaking his head quickly before he started trying to deny what Ren had been saying. It was obvious that he was talking about Keigo. The time you spend with the two of them further fills your heart with happiness and pure joy, you couldn’t ask for anything better than this, but you had a few more things to do before you could fully feel that your plans were being put in motion. After some time of speaking with the two males, you gently squeezed Ren’s hand a few times, giving him a silent signal which caused him to glance at you before winking.

“Alright, time for me to go and get some more food! I’ll leave you two to your fun times together, catch ya later,” he hummed before snapping his fingers and taking his leave, allowing you and Dabi some time alone with each other.

You smile fondly at the little redhead of sunshine who’d wormed his way into your heart in such a short time, mirroring the dance you had done on the day of the ball which was the domino that fell and made all of this happen in the first place.

“So, Dabi, I wanted to ask you something important,” you began, gently swaying the both of you to the sound of the music that was playing in the background.

Big blue eyes looked up at you in confusion but then he eagerly nodded, awaiting whatever it was you had to ask him.

“I know that I could never replace your real mommy, but, I wanted to ask if it would be okay to be a mother figure to you? I know it’ll take some adjusting and I will have to gain your trust but I’m willing to take as long as needed to prov-”

“YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!” He suddenly shouts, alerting a few people who had been dancing nearby, his eyes gleaming with hope and the edges swelling with tears.

He stopped dancing to bury his face into the front of your dress, hugging you tightly as he let your words sink into his mind completely.

You laughed wholeheartedly and ruffled his hair, happy to see how well he had reacted to your offer, making your heart swell with nothing but bliss.

Your happy time together lasted a little longer before it came to an eventual end, a tap on your shoulder startling you from your bonding time with Dabi who’d still been smushed up against you.

“May I have this dance?” That all too familiar, husky voice whispered into your ear as you peered over your shoulder and into the eyes of your new husband who was staring down at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You hadn’t noticed, but the music seemed to change to something a little more romantic, taking you out of your current thoughts about your newfound son. Oddly enough, since Enji hadn’t been such a dick lately you found yourself shrugging your shoulders and nodding, carding your fingers through Dabi’s hair before you gently removed his hands from around your legs.

“Let’s have some cake together after your daddy and I dance, hm?” You ask, cupping Dabi’s face when he looks up at you, swiping away a few tears that had escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

Dabi looks at you and then his father before hesitantly nodding his head and letting go of you, waddling over to where your family had been sitting. It was so nice seeing how easily he and your parents had warmed up to each other. They always wanted grandkids.

Once you saw that Dabi was safely in the arms of your mother who began to smother him with affection, you turned to face Enji and glanced up at him before holding out your hand. The Prince placed one hand on your waist and the other held your extended hand while you used your freehand to rest on his shoulder. The music only seemed to get louder as your first dance began which was oddly peaceful, the both of you moving along with the music while staring at one another in comfortable silence.

He had been watching you closely during the duration of the celebration, indulging in a single glass of champagne because he strongly believed that having too much alcohol would lower his sperm count and he needed every little swimmer if he was going to produce a strong bloodline.

Though much to Eiko’s dismay, the wedding went off without a hitch, she was pleased to see how relaxed and happy her son seemed to be. It reminded her so much of her late husband when he smiled like that. It was bittersweet and though she would never admit it, she was quite happy with the way things were going for her son, no matter how much she loathed you. But— she did know that if you were to falter in any way she would make your life a living hell, not knowing that her son was already capable of doing so without any help, only the future would tell that though. Right now, everything was being shaded with rose-colored glasses.

Y/N was happy. She could not deny that. Though she was only in her twenties she was now a Queen and a mother, life was looking fruitful for her and she was excited about what was to come. Everything was going smoothly but she never expected Enji to suddenly walk up to her and ask for a dance.

It was only tradition for the newlyweds to share an intimate moment with each through the use of dance. The silence between them was strangely calm, which she didn’t mind, usually, when he opened his mouth it was never anything good, but she couldn’t ignore the look on his face that seemed almost— euphoric.

The words that come from his lips after opening them have her nearly choke on air, “You look beautiful in that dress, but I am sure you’d look even more so with it ripped to shreds and on our bedroom floor, my queen.”

Though the heat in your face may not have been all that visible, Enji could tell his words had an effect on you and you hated to admit it but the way he spoke— made you clench around nothing. Please, don’t tell me that this man was about to give you the best dicking of your life? Sure, you were a virgin with little experience but you were expecting to get fucked eventually.

You had stared at him with a shocked expression, unable to say a word, but your face did the talking for you. Especially when your eyes looked down to try and get a gauge on what size he may be sporting under those trousers. Catching your measuring gaze he pulls you closer to the point where your chests are now flush against each other, forcing you to look in his eyes as he gives you a daring smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to prep you properly beforehand, you deserve only the best as my queen and the future mother of my heirs,” he reassures you, and almost childlike excitement swirling around in his irises.

Wow, that’s quite unexpected of Prince Enji, to act in such a way. Did he have a caring side to him that you were yet to be shown?

The dance continues without Enji saying another word but Y/N cannot deny her anticipation for their first night together.

When the dance ends she is instructed to greet and thank guests while holding hands with her new husband, which she does, even ignoring the few disgusted or jealous glares she received while Enji was turned away. None of that mattered to her so she just went along on her merry way. The wedding continues until the evening and then ends with the crowd dispersing.

While the crowd has left, it leaves the two freshly united families to have a brief discussion with each other, although the true business would be discussed more in-depth in the upcoming week, today was only meant for celebration after all since they had become officially united.

Eiko pulls her son away to speak with him in private in something while your parents do the same. Ren has taken Dabi to Minji and Keigo, who he will be spending the night with and you get wind that Keigo’s father would be returning from an expedition, you would go and pick the little one up tomorrow and maybe even meet Keigo’s dad, who knows.

“Y/N, my sweet girl, I can’t believe you’re a married woman now,” your mother mumbles, rubbing at her temples as she continues to let this news sink in further, “Just yesterday I remember changing your diapers and giving you a bath, tucking you in and reading you bedtime stories, now it’s time for you to do the same apparently. I’m getting old…”

You laugh at your mother’s choice of words, shaking your head at her before taking her hands to give them a squeeze, “You are getting old but that’s just a part of life.” She scoffs at your words and then playfully pinches the back of your hand, “You’re supposed to give me a compliment!!”

An evil grin spreads across your face and then you giggle at her while shaking your head, “What did you really wanna talk about mom?”

A flash of realization crosses her features and she then takes her hands from yours, snapping her fingers, “Ah! Yes, the sex talk. I know we’ve talked about this before but I never gave you any tips. Now, it’s always important to have a clear idea of boundaries and nonconsensual and consensual sex.” How could she even forget the first time that Enji had asked you for your hand in marriage?

“And, if you *ever* need me, please don’t be afraid to come and find me my sweet,” she whispered, reaching forward to cup your cheek while caressing your skin with her thumb, “I’ll always be on your side no matter what, always remember that. You have a home with us, a home away from your new home.”

You chuckle nervously at her sorrowful words, placing a hand over her hand to give it a gentle squeeze, and then you gave her a smile, “Alright, mom. I know… I’ll remember to come to you if I ever need your help or anything.”

“Good, I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen to you. Please make sure to take care of yourself and always follow your gut if something doesn’t feel right, okay?”

…

The wedding and the celebration had finally come to an end, along with your overall day. You had said goodbye to your family and friends, leaving you and Enji alone for the night. Your first night together and the thought of it made you shiver involuntarily, unable to shake the nervousness you felt when you both had stood in front of your new shared bedroom that had been arranged the day prior. These were the halls you’d be living in for the rest of your days, as far as you knew.

Enji takes the lead and opens the door, allowing you to step in first before he follows after you, shutting and locking the door behind him once you are both fully in.

The Prince watches as you move further into the room and have a brief look around, trying to relax under his calculating gaze that seemed to hold something dark and lustful within them, his cerulean eyes burning a hole into your back. Your restlessness was clear and difficult to hide, he could fully sense your growing fear of what was going to come tonight.

You had become too wrapped up in your own thoughts of trying to calm down that you failed to notice the approaching Prince until he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around to face him, earning a surprised gasp from you.

“Relax,” he mutters, reaching up to place a hand on the back of your neck, “I can smell your anxiety all the way from here. Are you scared of me or something? You shouldn’t be, I’m your husband now.”

The grip on your neck forced you to look at him and only him, bringing a familiar warmth to your face and to your core before you found the courage to speak up, “Of course, I’m not afraid of you. I’m just… nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

While listening to your words he feels a sudden surge of joy when he realizes that you are untouched, though the same cannot be said about him he’s more than pleased to hear that he would be the one to deflower you.

“Is that so? Well, I’ll be gentle with you at first,” he responds, words not meant to assure you but more like a declaration of sorts. No response was allowed from you when his lips crashed onto yours for the second time, although this time around it was a little rougher around the edges, desperate in a way as he kept hold of your neck, keeping you in place.

The feeling of desperation from his lips made a tingle slither up your spine, feeling almost prideful in the fact that he seemed to crave you so much.

Your mouths soon began to part and move in sync in a collection of open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving from where they were to roam around your body as he began his search of touches to find what had been keeping the dress on you. Once he found what he needed he began to tug the dress off of you, leaving you bare in the undergarments that had been provided to you earlier in the day, a little unnecessary but you didn’t reject what the servants had given you.

Not wishing to be the only one bare, you began to tug at the buttons of his shirt and his pants, making the prince take the hint and began to assist you in removing his own clothes. With some tugs and pushes here and there, you were both stripped and exposed to one another, articles of clothing discarded and tossed away with little to no care.

Enji goes even further by picking you up by the back of your thighs and carrying you over to the massive bed to drop you on top of it onto your back, snatching off your shoes to toss them away before he climbs back on top of you to dive back into the exhilarating kiss.

The kissing continues for just a tad bit longer before Enji grows bored and pulls away from your mouth, starting to move down to pepper kisses onto your neck and shoulders, an oddly intimate action for a man of his status and personality. He continued to surprise you time and time again by acting out of the character that you had believed him to be in the first place. You watch as he starts to go downwards, unsure of what to do with your hands as he holds you hostage with his gaze, kissing the valley between your breasts, down the middle of your stomach, and finally stops to position his face between your legs.

He spreads your legs by placing his hands on your inner thighs. Out of habit, and embarrassment, you attempt to shut them but he holds them in place with little to no effort, glaring at you when he feels you trying to hide from him.

“You’re already bare, I’ve seen everything already, there is no need to be so shy,” he comments, flickering his eyes over you from where he was, drinking in the beauty of your naked body.

“Stop staring at me like that and just hurry up,” you impatiently demand, though your words are a bit quieter than you wanted because you feel so small under his gaze, knowing that you were nowhere near as small as you felt in that moment.

Your words cause him to chuckle and then grin at you, and in that moment do you realize something new. His teeth. They’re a little sharper than you realized which sends a new spark of arousal through your body.

“Impatient, are we?” He questions in a low tone, turning his gaze to the place between your legs as he begins to lean in.

You don’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t him diving right in to attack your cunt with his tongue and mouth just like he attacked your lips in a kiss just a few minutes prior.

You’d never felt such a sensation before, your hands moving on their own as you gripped his hair with one hand and used the other to find a fistful of the sheets to ground yourself, keeping yourself from being metaphorically sucked up into another dimension with how powerful his mouth was acting.

His hands slip under your body and he pulls you closer to him, deepening the exploration of his tongue that moves around inside of you with the speed and agility of an athlete, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing even with how sloppy his movements seemed to be. Though your mind was delirious and running on pleasure, you could briefly register that he appeared to be drawing out the letters of the English alphabet with his tongue in the depths of your walls, but that disappeared from your mind when a meaty finger suddenly entered you and began to curl up and tap against a place you had no idea about. All you knew was that with each tap he sent a jolt of electricity into the pool of your stomach, your body jerking around each time.

If that wasn’t enough to start the building pressure up in your belly, then him suddenly hooking a hand around to rub at your clit was enough to make you yelp out in jubilation, grinding against his face in response.

While his tongue thrashed around inside of you, he kept his fingers busy, massaging your clit with two fingers in a circular motion while lifting and adding random spurs of pressure, and using another to stimulate your spongy spot. Before you could even realize it, your orgasm came at a full hit with the fastest build-up you’d ever experienced and left you no time to fully prepare for it when it ripped through your body in the form of a shakey heat that left you gasping for air while your back arched off of the bed. You yelled Enji’s name as you came on his tongue, tugging harshly on his hair as you did so which did not falter his actions. In fact, it made him only continue, moving a little more sporadically than before as he helped you climb back to another orgasm in a short time, ignoring your pleading to make him slow down. His lack of tiredness was astonishing and you don’t know if you could even keep up with him if this continued.

He forced three more orgasms out of you, using overstimulation to his advantage before he finally broke away, his chin drenched in your juices and his gaze a little hazy.

Now that he had fully prepared you it was only natural that he would move on to the actual breeding portion of tonight.

He untangles himself from between your legs, looking down at you as he stands on his feet at the very edge of the bed, watching as you twist around on the mattress, sheets snatched from their place tucked beneath it, and try to regain your clouded mind, body drenched in sweat as you continue to pant and sharply inhale as if you had just run a marathon.

When you had felt his presence disappear from between your legs you looked around to search for him and soon found him standing at the edge of the bed in front of you. As you came down from your multi-gasm you took him in completely, from his broad chest and muscular arms, down to the red bush that faded from his v-line and gathered around the base of his thick curved cock that stood at attention, the tip hitting against his navel as it bobbed with anticipation.

You found yourself licking your lips in both fear and glee, interested in what this was going to feel like. You had been made aware that it may hurt at first but one could only hope that it wouldn’t last long.

When he suddenly grabbed at your legs and pulled you towards him you jolted out of your thoughts in a bit of worry, shrinking further under his predatory gaze as he held you in place for a tad bit longer.

And then you watched as he wrapped his hand around his girth, stroking it a few times before he leaned forward, one hand pressed onto the bed to hold him at an angle while using the other to guide himself to your entry. He probes your folds with his strawberry-colored tip and then pushes it into you without a word, watching your expression as he slides in just an inch into your slippery cunt that’s still recovering from the stimulation that he put you through moments before.

The burning sensation that you felt was strong and somewhat painful, making you feel uncomfortable as he stretched you out and you began to feel full even with him barely entering you to the full extent. You bit down on your lip and moved to grab his arm that he used to balance himself, nails digging into his wrist as you tried to adjust, taking him inch by inch. He only went about halfway before groaning in the realization that you were still too tight even after he’d made you come so many times.

“Take a deep breath and hold it,” he instructed, not moving at all as he awaits you to follow his instructions.

You were a little confused at first but followed what he said, inhaling and holding your breath while waiting for him to do whatever he was doing.

While you inhaled he sunk deeper into you, the contraction of your walls allowing him to go even deeper into you as your walls relaxed. This new sense of fullness made you gasp in surprise, causing you to tighten around his length when you exhaled, earning a grunt from him as he felt you fluttering around his cock.

“Good girl,” he muttered, leaning in even more before he put his other hand down onto the bed and got into a standing push-up position of sorts, “Inhale and hold if it burns, exhale when you feel adjusted.”

You nodded at his words of advice, not understanding how it worked but it seemed like he knew what he was talking about because before you knew it, taking his advice in mind, you were starting to take him like a champ, and the pain and burning feeling was turning into pleasure.

As he feels you starting to relax he begins to thrust into you, moving slowly at first before he starts to pick up his pace and ruts into you like a madman who’s been starved.

With how deep he’s gone, it's no surprise that he ruts against your cervix each and every time, and in the midst of his hammering, he’s grabbed your waist to keep you down and uses you like a toy, leaving bruises in the form of his hands on your skin that will take some time to fade, not that you minded considering how you were too fucked out to fully take note of every little thing.

He groans your name as you take him fully, squeezing and milking him so perfectly that he can’t deny the exhilarating feeling of being inside you. Truthfully, he remained abstinent since the first time he had aided in conceiving Dabi, all for good measure, he wasn’t the type to wear protection anyways.

This continues for a bit longer in this same position until he feels himself getting closer to his release and when it hits him, he pushes as deeply as possible into you as humanly possible, filling you with his seed.

When he finally finishes his release, you lay there in a state of tiredness and a bit of oblivion, feeling full and tired after being used in such a way. You halfway expect him to stop after that but you’re surprised when the position suddenly switches as he moves his hands to the back of your knees and forces your legs back against your chest, causing you to whimper out in surprise, confused by what he was doing. The sudden stretches cause some of his cum to drip from your pussy and Enji takes notice of this, frowning at the sight before doing the only logical thing he could think of, using his cock to stuff it back into you, even though some of it spills out of the sides and onto the bed in doing so, defeating the purpose in the first place.

“Have to make sure it takes,” he explains to you as he pushes you into a mating press, eliciting a moan from you as he bends you in half and fills you back up again with his throbbing cock that continues to stretch you out, “A few more times should guarantee your pregnancy, shouldn’t it?”

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, He was already trying to get you pregnant when he barely showed attention to the child he already had? What was this man on?

“Wait, w-what?” You question but he ignores you completely when he shifts around and starts his abuse back up again, fucking into your poor cunt with the intent to stuff you over and over again until he can’t cum anymore for the time being.

You have no say in what comes next, literally. He’s going to stuff you full to the point where your belly bulges with his cum, he has to make sure you take all of his seed and make you produce strong heirs, that’s what this marriage was all about anyways.

All you can do is whine and take it, grabbing and scratching at any part of his skin that you can reach as he fills you over and over again, painting your walls with his seed and mumbling about how well you’re taking him. It’s obvious that he doesn’t care about anything else aside from breeding you. This is especially apparent when he turns you into at least three more different positions to cum into again at differing angles, giving you no time to rest or recollect yourself as you’re used to his will.

If you don’t get pregnant from this he’ll make sure you do the next time, and the next time after that, and the next time after that. There was no stopping him from accomplishing his goals, it was just too bad that you were the one who would be suffering the brunt of said goals.

…

By the time he had filled you sufficiently, you were barely awake with how exhausted you had become after being bred for so long, you didn’t know he lasted for so long and so many times. After he filled you, he moved to grab a pillow from the top of the bed and pushed it underneath your knees so that your lower body was now at an angle. You were barely able to keep your eyes at this point and were too weak to stop him from doing whatever it was he was doing.

“Sleep, if you’re tired,” he lowly demanded shoving the pillow a bit further until your hips were propped up the way he wanted them to be, trying to not let a single drop of his seed escape from your accepting womb, even though it was somewhat inevitable. “You did well today,” he praised before patting your leg and watching as you drifted off to sleep. The last thing you saw before you fully closed your eyes was his smiling face and a dark look in his eyes, only barely noticing the scratches you had given to him that took the form of red, risen welts on his pale skin, mostly decorating his chest, neck, arms, and his back even if you were unable to see them. He was pleased, but… in what way?

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lets not jump into conclusion as if we know Hori the most. When Hori said he had plan for bkg, it is you who assumed that the plan was for bkg's death so now you get upset that hori's plan for bkg is for this moments.

No, I'm NOT bkg stan.

Lets also not jump into conclusion that bkg will overshadow Deku vs shigaraki. We don't know yet what will happen for next chapters. You just upset with BnHA right now because it's not met with your expectations. If future chapters show AFO vs Deku, I'm sure you will not upset again.

What the hell are you on??? I NEVER said that horis plan for bakugou was to DIE, I said once I THINK hori wanted bakugou "out of the way" for the time being so he could focus on the izuku vs tomura fight without bakugou interfering, because IZUKU is the mc and NOT BAKUGOU!!! Because otherwise the whole bullshit about bakugous "death" didnt make any fucking sense and was just there for shock value, which was confirmed in the very next chapter right afterwards when best jeanist and edgeshot decided to do heart surgery with edgeshot desinfecting his own body with SOAP BUBBLES before entering bakugous body and turning himself into his new paper nin-jeart! I also said that I think bakugous "big moment" hori talked about was that he had a quirk awakening and scared afomura for a moment! THATS what I said a while back and NEVER something about that it was horis plan for bakugou to die, so before you talk bullshit about what other people apparently said make sure you understand what it actually was!

And yes, I agree with you, we dont know what will happen next, the problem is hori has the tendency to overshadow EVERYONE including izuku in favor of bakugou, so people are rightfully wary about the next few chapters regarding bakugou stealing izukus spotlight AGAIN! Since hori seems to forget who is mc is! He showed us the full bakugou vs afomura fight, while the izuku vs tomura fight happend ALMOST COMPLETLY OFFSCREEN!!! Thats what people are mad about!

Im not upset about what happens in bnha and most of my expectations DID happen anyway, which is also the reason why Im not worried about dfo! The ONLY thing Im not happy about right now is bakugou being pushed to the front again, since he already had his "big moment" and now UNLIKE ANY OTHER CHARACTER, will most likely get an other "big moment", despite that it makes no fucking sense, since he was still half dead just one chapter ago, went through a heart surgery by two man who arent doctors, lost a lot of blood, had a fucking hole in his chest and didnt get any oxygen for at least a few minutes which should have turned him braindead by now, because as far as Im aware no one gave bakugou a mouth to mouth resuscitation.

Bakugou and everything revolving around him is the ONLY thing I dont like about horis writing, everything else is fine (except of horis tendency to ignore the consequences of abuse) and fullfills my expectations, so you couldnt be more wrong about me!

#bnha #bnha spoiler #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya

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I will delete this later if it takes off and floods my notifications because this is mostly a fandom and meme and cute animals blog and while this is brought up for media-related reasons it's a kind of thing I really don't want to get overly involved in on my fandom and meme and cute animals blog, BUT I can't just not say anything about it because I have been noticing some really, REALLY worrying things in The Discourse around the flood of labor rights concerns coming to light in media (and elsewhere) lately.

1: If someone shares a corroborated story of labor theft and/or workplace abuse, and immediately people start digging up problematic things they once said or did...

Don't fall for it. It doesn't matter how shitty a person is, you do not have to agree with them on ANYTHING else to agree that mistreating people providing labor for you is shitty. Have your "Heartbreaking: The Worst Person You Know Just Made A Great Point" moment and stick to the issue. If you decide there's an exception for Bad People, well, you incentivize companies to just smear any ex-employee who speaks out against them as a Bad Person. If they really are as bad as it looks? I mean, yeah, that sucks, but make your decisions about what to make of that LATER, when people aren't bringing it up to excuse abuse that had literally nothing to do with it.

But, even while you keep that in mind, be extremely, EXTREMELY careful to-

2: Never, EVER forget that fascists LOVE to superficially support labor rights issues as a recruiting ground.

Fascists love finding groups of white people rightfully angry about their labor being stolen. It's very, very easy to take that and make just a few gentle pushes to turn "they don't value your labor" into "they want to replace you with an immigrant/disabled person" - and in media this may very well take the form of "if you let Those People do this difficult and highly skilled work, then it will just destroy The Culture, it's degenerate!" This is a pattern that has repeated multiple times throughout history, pseudo-populism is THE most successful recruiting method they have. We see it in places outside media already, with right-wingers promising that inflation isn't because of corporate greed but because of ~illegals~ driving up demand and medicine for The Gays costing soooo much - and now we're seeing it in arguments about media labor rights.

But there's something important to remember here: media is one place where recruiting fascists very well MIGHT acknowledge it's corporate greed - as a gateway for antisemitism. The whole "Jews control the media and hoard all the money" thing isn't a myth that only exists in Europe so you can just ignore it in American discussions. This doesn't mean there's no corporate greed here, nor any assholes hoarding money, but it does mean you need to be extremely, EXTREMELY wary of what direction someone pushes the discussion about it, who they think the assholes are, or what they think the solution is. They're not going to lead with "reptilian conspiracy". They ARE likely to point out groups other than Jews who were targeted in the Holocaust, not to inspire solidarity among the marginalized, but to say "doesn't it seem like we focus on this one a little too much? Clearly it's because they run the world and want to make themselves out to be the victims!" - though it will never be that fast; they will usually do it in a way that leads you to that conclusion yourself and makes you feel smart for "uncovering the conspiracy".

It is extremely, EXTREMELY important right now to familiarize yourself with what fascist ideology actually IS, because being gay or disabled or even a POC or Jewish does not magically render you immune when labor rights are something EVERYONE in your circle is talking about and it's so, SO easy to bastardize that very necessary discussion into being about "immigrants stealing your job and lowering the standards for everyone".

An inexhaustive list of red flags to look out for:

Implying that those who don't work don't deserve their basic survival needs: sorting disabled people into a dichotomy of tragic charity cases vs. whiny lazy exaggerators if not outright fakers, victim-blaming the homeless and addicts, etc. - when a fascist is trying to recruit based on labor rights concerns in spaces that are more left-leaning, they will usually not do this directly, but subtly position them as threats to your bargaining power

Treating intense competition for basic living wages as a foregone conclusion; implying that there just isn't enough to go around; even if they ACKNOWLEDGE that there's enough food, there are enough houses, there can and should be enough medicine to go around, there may still be the subtext that a cutthroat job market is something inevitable and some people DESERVE to go without for being "lazy"

Talking about automation (including AI tech, in the media discussion!!) in such a way as to fearmonger about "replacing skilled labor with unskilled labor" - they may not use those exact words in places where they hear people say "there is no such thing as unskilled labor, only undervalued skills" regularly, but they know damned well that it's reeeeal easy to convince a lot of people that [insert NEW skill here] is the exception. This isn't to say there aren't valid labor (and SAFETY) concerns surrounding rushed and greedy and haphazard implementation of automation, but "unskilled labor" is not one of them and in fact by buying into that myth you help make it EASIER for the bosses to undervalue the new skills even MORE than they already do, which is why fascists love it so much!

IF YOU SEE THE WORD "DEGENERATE", RUN LIKE HELL!! Media in particular is a reeeeeally easy place to push the conversation into being less about basic human rights and more about "cultural degeneracy"; DO NOT LET IT HAPPEN. For example, they may try to slide this into discussions of excess reliance on CGI where it isn't appropriate because set designers and prop makers are unionized and CGI is not and usually done in sweatshop-like cubicle farms...and imply there's something Inherently Bad And Lazy And ~Degenerate~ about digital effects by nature and that the workers in fact deserve to be paid so little and the only problem is that the superior people who do it inherently so much better deserve more; do not fall for this

In short: yes, support laborers. People deserve adequate compensation for their work. ALL people do, so do not fall for some sweet-talker bitching about "some lazy jerk getting your paycheck for doing nothing", or driving wedges between marginalized groups about who's "more deserving", or characterizing the bosses enacting this as anything more inhuman than just garden variety greedy asshats. Unions are generally good, crossing picket lines is bad, and scabbing is a dick move (and potential career suicide anyway tbh) if you can meet your basic needs ANY other way, but don't let someone trick you into thinking the disabled guy who was coerced into working during a strike because he wouldn't have been able to buy the medicine he needed to live otherwise is more of an enemy to you than the boss who held it over his head is.

Be careful out there and remember:

#internet safety #serious tag #media #tag later #labor rights

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Jaspern’s thoughts on Aur and Violetta

@lunarxdaydream (mentions @arcxnumvitae) | Relationships | Accepting!

"I haven't actually met Seelie's king, yet, but like Violetta, I've heard a lot about him-- most of the stories make me think that he's...well, exactly what he is. A young and inexperienced king. That can be both a good and a bad thing, but there isn't really much he can do about it. It's not a great position to be in, when he wants to open Seelie's borders. I can think of a good number of people that would take advantage of something like that in a heartbeat. He gets burned by that enough times, and he'll close Seelie off again, and isolate himself even further."

"Obviously, with Tia being entwined in Seelie's political scene, having been born into one of the gentry's houses, I would prefer to at least have an amicable relationship with him. He needs allies, and it's in Ahnia's best interest to work with Seelie. But it's impossible to tell how something like that is going to go without having met him first."

"JJ also seems to think that he's someone that we could form some sort of agreement with though, and Tia herself doesn't seem to have any trouble with him. My only real concern is Seelie's relationship with the Vasyrus. Because all of the original species are all from Brinnela, we get lumped together a lot. If Seelie is having trouble with Sivel and them, I'm worried that Camhlaidh will be especially wary of forming any ties with us."

"As for Violetta...I've heard a nearly equal amount of things about her, though the stories tend to paint her in a very different way than they do Seelie's king. And even in the time that I was with her, I could tell that she wasn't someone to allow another to trifle with her. She demands respect both in her position as Calore's Empress, and as a person beyond that. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"Even though our styles of ruling are a bit different, she's someone that I feel I can get along with. Though who knows what she thinks of me-- it doesn't take a genius to tell that she's the type that thinks of herself and Calore, first. She might just think that I'm an interesting pawn for her board. Or if she doesn't now, maybe one day she'll find a reason to change that. So regardless of what I think of her, she's still someone that I feel I should rightfully be cautious of. Ha...I feel like she might be flattered if she heard that, actually. I suppose it would be easiest to say that while I think we could have an understanding with each other, I also acknowledge that she's someone that I have to take very seriously."

"It also seems to me like...how do I put it? It's easy to see that she's a capable person. But there's something more to it than that. Every ruler feels like they have to be perfect for their homes, but with her, it almost looks there's more of a compulsion, to the things she does? A paranoia, in a way? I'm not sure, but I know she's someone that has a lot more to her than what others make her out as."

#lunarxdaydream #arcxnumvitae #[Jaspern -threads-]#He had a lot more to say about them than I thought he would actually!

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Blue Flashes - Chapter 2

Summary: Humans are weird. Their arms are too long and ungainly. Their legs are twice the length of frog legs, but they can only jump half the height. Their tongues look shriveled and fragile, like it's diseased. The town is rightfully wary, but the Plantars are learning to live with these oddities during the course of their human guest's stay in their household. But, even they can't get over how, sometimes, a human's eyes flashes blue.

Word Count: 2.461

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

"So, his webs aren't actually spiderwebs?"

Today was a quite a big day for Hopadiah Plantar. He's got a big delivery of fresh vegetables to make to Felicia's Tea Shoppe - a dozen barrels of it, Felicia must be brewing for something big - and there was no time to lose. Every customer has a weird quirk that Hop Pop had come to recognize over the years, and Felicia's was that she's a big fan of speed, and she's not afraid to show it. Simply put; the faster you deliver to her, the more likely you'd get a bonus of some kind - the kind that could pay for a good meal, or for this month's taxes. He decided to take a chance and leave Sprig and Polly in charge of the farm for the day - with rules and restrictions set firmly in place, of course - to teach them about the value of responsibility and whatnot. He dragged Anne along for the trip, mostly for the help with loading and unloading the barrels onto the rickety cart (Hop Pop swore, the darn thing was this close to breaking apart). Anne wasn't happy about it - teenagers these days are so predictable, even ones from another world - but it was for the best. If worse comes to worst, then having only two of his kids ruining the farm would be better than three.

And so, with all the vegetables loaded, they were off on Bessie. Hop Pop couldn't help but smile. The day was looked bright, in every sense expect for the literal. The darkening clouds made him wish he brought a tarp to cover the barrels, but he was confident they'd reach Felicia's before rain falls. Anne was done grumbling about the trip, now content to lie down on the back in silence, fiddling with her magic phone box. The silence between them was quite pleasant, and continued to be so throughout the trip. At some point during the trip, while glancing back to check on her, Hop Pop caught sight a very interesting picture on Anne's phone that captured his interest. Out of curiosity, he asked Anne about it. The way Anne's eyes lit up piqued Hop Pop even more, and he suddenly found himself being subjected to a crash course on the topic of 'superheroes'.

"Well, in some versions, it is. Not in this current version," Anne answered, lying on her back, gesturing wildly, enthusiastically, with her hands. "See, he made the webs himself with chemistry and, like, science because he's also this super genius kid even before he got his powers."

Hop Pop hummed, nodding. Truly, the wonders of the human world seemed endless. "Folks over there must've saw spiders in a very different light."

"Oh, no, people are still terrified of those creepy little things." Anne rolled to one side and propped herself up on one elbow to look at Hop Pop. "It's actually a pretty common phobia."

Hop Pop frowned. That was weird. "Then why is he as famous as he is in your world?”

Anne shrugged. "Dude, I have no ide-"

She was cut off when Bessie suddenly jerked to a halt. Hop Pop was nearly knocked out of his seat, while Anne lost her balance, her face planting hard on the snail’s shell. Pain suddenly flared from Hop Pop's back. It felt like something slid out of place back there, leaving gripping the seat and staying as still as he could to at least ease the pain. With the pain, embarrassment bubbled to the surface as well. A tiny bump, and it reduced him to this state. He could've taken that kind of bump just fine a mere ten years ago. Hop Pop gritted his teeth and held back a cry of pain. No need having Anne worried about him.

Anne picked herself back up with a groan, rubbing her nose. "Bessie? What's wrong, girl?"

Hop Pop saw the problem first, even while in pain. A massive tree had fallen across the road, blocking any path forward. A giant red cedar, if Hop Pop had to guess. It seemed to have been ripped out of the ground, roots and all. Looked quite fresh, too. It must have happened earlier in the day, yesterday at most.

Of course. Of course this tree fell today, of all days, and on this stretch of road, of all roads. The road where the only alternate route was a winding path through the forest, and that was after backtracking quite a ways back. Might as well kiss that bonus payment goodbye. Anger rose within him, but it quickly dissipated. Getting angry wouldn't change a thing. The only thing to do was accept it, and move on.

"Just our luck." Hop Pop sighed.

Anne waved nonchalantly. "This is no big deal. Just circle around it, H.P. Nothing wrong with a bit of off-roading. Bessie can totally handle it." She leaned over the side to pat Bessie's shell and cooed, "Don't you, girl?"

Bessie cooed back - the old girl agreed, and that brought a small smile to Hop Pop's lips. Unfortunately, there was another problem. "Bessie can, but the cart can't," he pointed out, gesturing to the ramshackle contraption tethered behind Bessie. The darn thing was barely kept together by a patchwork of anything that Hop Pop could get his hands on for cheap from Loggle - the stuff that even the woodworker wouldn't touch. It would not survive off-roading of any kind. And while losing out on the bonus was bad, completely missing the delivery would be catastrophic. Hop Pop wasn't going to take that risk.

"Oh, right, right." Anne placed a hand under her chin, a low hum leaving her lips. "I can try pushing the tree off the road?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Anne. Look at the size of that thing!" Hop Pop shot her a look, incredulous. She's got quite a bit of strength in her, sure, but not enough to push a tree at least thirty inches in diameter. "I'd kill to have bones half as sturdy as that. Seriously."

Honestly, he’d do it for less. Much, much less.

"No, see, I read somewhere that a tree would only fall over like this because the inside's gone all brittle. Or, something like that." Hop Pop didn't know enough about trees to dispute it, but that still don't sound right. Anne didn't look too sure about it herself. "Point is, it should be lighter than it looks."

Hop Pop blew a long breath. "It's okay, Anne. Money's just going to be tight this week." They had no other choice, they had to take the longer route around. A shame, since he’d been counting on the bonus from this delivery to make ends meet. Served him right for relying on uncertain bonuses to keep the family afloat, he supposed. Hop Pop forced a smile to show to Anne, hoping she couldn't tell how fake it was. "But, we've been through it plenty of times before. We'll manage."

Anne's gaze fell, and Hop Pop hoped it wasn't because she recognized the fake smile. He pulled on Bessie's reins, getting her ready to turn around. “In the meantime, I’ll send word about this to the mayor.” He cringed inside just from saying that. The idea of handing over any kind of responsibility with that toad didn't sit right with him. “With any luck, it’ll be cleared by the end of next week.”

He craned his head over his shoulder to look behind him, but the act sent another sudden flare of pain surging forth. "Frogging hell!" he cursed, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

Anne immediately shot up, worried. "Whoa! You okay, Hop Pop?"

"Fine, I'm fine." Hop Pop hissed, eyes closed. He didn't look as fine as he claimed to be, he just knew it. "My back's acting up again."

After a few moments, the pain subsided, enough for him to ease back on his seat. Hop Pop opened his eyes, and realized with a start that Anne was no longer on Bessie. Looking around - slowly, he didn't want to upset his back even more - he saw her striding purposefully towards the tree blocking their path.

"Anne! What in Frog's name are you doing?" Hop Pop called out. Though, he already had a guess.

“Come on, it won’t hurt to try!" Anne offered him a confident smile over her shoulder. "We already got this far, we can’t just throw in the towel and go back to the farm.”

“Yes, it can. Very badly, Anne,” Hop Pop countered. “And who said anything about going back?”

But Anne was clearly no longer listening. Now standing before the felled tree, it was like she's in a world of her own. She rushed through a round of stretches, rubbed her hands together before placing them on the tree, shifted her feet into the right stance, took a deep breath, and braced herself. "And a one, and a two, and-!"

With a grunt, Anne began pushing with all her might. Her feet dug into the mud. Her fingers clawed for the best grip on the tree's rough surface. Her face showed exactly how much effort she put into it, how much strain she's putting herself in. It almost made Hop Pop wish the tree would move from Anne's sheer determination alone, but just like he thought, the tree didn't budge, not even by an inch. But, that didn't stop Anne from keeping at it. From pushing with all her heart and all her strength, like her life depended on it. On one hand, her gumption and optimism was admirable, but on the other hand, she really needed to learn when something was a lost cause. Sometimes, banging your head against the wall would only lead to a headache, or worse.

Eventually, after five minutes filled with Anne grunting, wheezing, and gasping, Hop Pop decided enough was enough. “Anne, please, stop. This is very noble of you, and I appreciate that, but it's really okay.”

With a gasp, Anne practically collapsed against the tree, panting heavily. Sweat now ran freely down her forehead and her back, wetting her clothes. The light in her eyes died a little. It killed Hop Pop to do it, but it had to be done. They needed to go now if they want to have any chance of making it back to the farm by sundown.

“No, no, wait, maybe... maybe I..." Anne sputtered between gasps. Suddenly, the energy returned to her eyes, and quickly spread to rest of her body. She pushed herself off of the tree, standing tall once more. "Maybe I just need a running start!”

Anne jogged back a few paces, then fell onto one knee, with her hands at her sides steadying her. She closed her eyes, even started controlling her breathing. She's seriously going all in with this, and that got Hop Pop worried. This could only end with Anne hurting herself. He had to put his foot down and put an end to this, now.

“Anne Boonchuy, you get back on this snail this ins-!”

Anne’s eyes shot open. Her pupils flash a bright blue.

Hop Pop's words died in his throat.

Anne took off in a sprint, quickly gaining speed even in such a short distance. With the tree, her target, growing closer, she shifted her position, placing her right shoulder at the front of her body. She intended to ram the tree with her whole body, Hop Pop realized. He should be yelling, screaming at her to stop, or maybe even do something drastic, but he simply couldn't muster the words. The flash of blue still had him reeling. Now, whether he liked it or not, he found himself more than a little curious to see what would happen next. To see if this attempt would lead to something different. The distance between Anne and the tree grew smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until finally, the moment of impact came.

The tree didn't move.

The tree was split in half.

A sound not unlike the crack of thunder filled the forest. Chunks of bark and wood flew everywhere. Splinters burst into the air and scattered into the wind. The two split pieces of the tree were knocked from where it once was, not quite off of the road, but it still made enough of a gap that a snail could pass through. And, standing inside that gap, was Anne. She heaved heavy breaths, letting loose low hisses in between. She clutched her right shoulder, the sleeve of her shirt gaining a few more rips from the impact. Her face was twisted into a wince of pain, her form slightly hunched over. But, otherwise, she was completely fine. She even still had it in her to offer Hop Pop a grin.

"See? Brittle."

Hop Pop was still at a loss for words, but he did his best to reply. "Y-you... you just..."

"Yeah." Nonchalantly, Anne glanced at the two halves of the tree. That she snapped in half. "S'not what I had in mind, but I guess it did the trick."

As if nothing extraordinary had just happened, Anne strolled back towards Bessie. Hop Pop couldn't keep himself from flinching when Anne climbed onto the seat next to him. If Anne noticed it, then she didn't show it.

"Alright, move over," she said.

It took a few seconds for Hop Pop to process her words. "Wh- move?"

"Your back's hurting again, right? You should relax, Hop Pop, take a load off," Anne continued. The smile on her lips looked so genuine, and so jarring after the display of strength that Hop Pop had just witnessed. "I'll handle everything; the driving, the delivery, the whole shebang. And I won't mess it up, promise."

Hop Pop had to admit, a lie down would be heaven right now. He gingerly accepted Anne's hand and allowed her to guide him to the back seat of Bessie. Slowly, she helped him ease himself down onto the cushion, careful not to upset his back even more. Once Anne was satisfied with fussing over Hop Pop's position - honestly, he hurt his back, he's not dying - she returned to the driver's seat, took hold of Bessie's reins, and urged the snail forward. As they moved past the scene of Anne's handiwork, Hop Pop found himself staring at the back of the human girl he'd taken in, at the creature that he knew next to nothing about. Was this normal for humans? Were all humans capable of such feats of strength? Was that why Anne acted so casual after?

Truly, the wonders of the human world seemed endless.

In case you can't tell, superheroes are my jam.

And wow, this fic got way more attention than I thought it would ever have. Thanks a ton for that, y'all. It's been a blast to see that so many of you are onboard with this idea. Hopefully, now that you've seen a glimpse of how superpowered Anne is going to be, you guys would still be onboard with it.

One more to go. See you until then.

#amphibia #hopadiah plantar #anne boonchuy #Blue Flashes

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