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More medieval AU, this time with Good King John (Price).

Good King John who just wants his bratty Princess, dammit. A.K.A. - When a Good King Goes Bad

TW- MDNI 18+ Only- explicit sexual content, sexual situations and language, brief bloody violence, bit of bdsm- spanking, brat taming, mentions of bondage and impact play, my usual brand of fluffy smut

Notes - I know, I know... I've got two unfinished series and an embarrassing amount of WIPs in my drafts folder, but I can't help it. Soo... sorry, not sorry. No beta- embrace the imperfections.

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Good King John, who went to a lot of trouble to earn your hand in marriage, only to have his best knight, Sir Simon - the Ghost, duped into delivering a chambermaid to him, instead. Oh, how you must have laughed, wicked little Princess that you are, thinking you had got one over on him. And you did, you tricksy little minx. Your trick worked, Princess, but playtime is over, now. It's time to come home and take your rightful place by his side as his queen.

Good King John, who makes the long journey to your kingdom to fetch you home himself, only to be thwarted again when your father, the conquered king, informs John that you snuck out of the castle under cover of darkness and escaped to parts unknown. John knows this is a lie, of course, but he can't fault your father for trying to protect his only child. Still, the wedding banns have been posted throughout the realm, so he will be taking his bride-to-be home with him, whether you or your father like it or not.

Good King John, who sends his spies out into your father's kingdom to discover what they can of your where-abouts. He knows well enough that it's the servants who are privy to everything that transpires within the walls of any castle, and so directs his spies to concentrate on them, specifically. It isn't long before their inquiries are soon rewarded.

Good King John, who is informed by one of his spies that you have disguised yourself as one of the servants at the castle. You've been masquerading as a male youth, a stable hand of all things, working and sleeping in the stables with the horses. His spies also report that you have also concocted a most devious scheme to lead John on a wild goose chase. You paid a sailor in silver coin to spread the rumor that he saw you boarding a ship bound for the Silk Coast, which is many weeks and leagues away. John can't help but be impressed by your adept little mind, wicked as it is. He has to reach down and adjust himself at the thought of soon having you all to himself.

Good King John, who decides to play along with your ruse, so orders his knights to commandeer a ship and begin the preparations for the long voyage to the Silk Coast. He must make it seem like he's fallen hook, line and sinker for your devious little plot. Later that evening, while dining with your father, the conquered king, and your stepmother, his trophy queen, John reveals to them his plans to follow in your wake and bring you home. He then requests to borrow one of your father's many servants for the journey. Thinking King John has fallen for your trick, your father happily acquiesces to his request. "You may take whichever servant suits your needs best," the conquered king offers magnanimously.

Good King John, who arrives at the stables before dawn, waking the stablemaster and telling him he is there to select a 'lad' from among the stable hands present. John spots you immediately, sleeping on a pile of hay. "That one will do," he says, pointing you out. The stablemaster, no wiser to the ruse than anyone else, kicks you awake and tells you to go with King John. Unable to refuse, what else can you do but go along with him or risk exposing yourself.

Good King John, who feels near giddy with excitement, knowing he now has his princess in hand. Sure, he could forfeit the gold he spent on chartering a ship and simply take you back to his castle, but then he'd have to lock you away and keep you under constant guard even after the two of you are wed. John knows he will have to win you over to tame your shrewish heart, and so decides to allow your ruse to continue.

Good King John, who boards the ship with you, having you lug his heavy saddlebags as you follow along behind him, instructing you to ready his cabin for him while he discusses the upcoming voyage with the captain. You nod and just barely catch yourself before you curtsy before him. Stable hands don't curtsy, you silly ninny! You give a quick bow and scurry away to do his bidding, thinking you'll sneak off the ship while he's distracted with the captain.

Good King John, who is no fool when it comes to your tricks, locks you inside the cabin then orders the captain to set sail immediately, trapping you aboard the ship with him. He returns later to find you glumly staring out of the porthole. "What's the matter, lad? Already feeling seasick?" he asks you, making a valiant effort to hide his smug smirk. He then has you join him on deck to watch your home recede into the distance as the sails billow and snap before catching the wind There's no escape for you now, but as soon as you put into the next port, you'll be gone.

Good King John, who orders you about like the servant you supposedly are, telling you to help swab the decks, then puts you to work in the galley. By the time he tells you to fetch his dinner and turn down his bed for the night, you're exhausted. Nothing pleases him more than to see your pinched expression when he sends you out yet again after dinner, this time to fetch him hot water so that he can wash. Even better is your look of dismay when you return only to be ordered to help him disrobe and bathe him.

Good King John, who revels in your awkward state as you help remove his clothing, stripping him down until he proudly stands before you in all his nude glory. You've never seen a grown man naked before and struggle to keep your eyes averted from his crown jewels as he patiently waits for you to wash every bare inch of his skin. Is this thing supposed to jut out like a jousting lance, you wonder as you take him in hand and drag your soapy fingers over his length.

Good King John, who is almost cross-eyed with the pleasure of your touch. Your soft hands have already lathered him from stem to stern, but to feel them now wrapped around his cock as you bathe him is almost his undoing. "Gods above! That's good enough, lad," he rasps out in a gravelly voice, clamping a hand around your wrists to stop your hands before he paints the front of your homespun tunic with his seed. You blink up at him with a fevered gaze, breaths softly panting.

Good King John, who listens to your exhausted little snores drift up from your pallet on the floor later that night, wanting nothing more than to pull you up on the narrow bed with him and test the strength of the ropes supporting his thin mattress. It is too soon for such things, unfortunately. Your curiosity has definitely been piqued, if your wide-eyed stare and firm grip on his cock were any indication, but he'll have to win over your heart and mind, if he's going to convince you to stay of your own accord. You're a willful creature, too smart and opinionated for your own good, but that's what first attracted him to you. He knows he's playing with fire, keeping you in his quarters, but he's certain he can control his desires long enough to win you over.

Good King John, who spends a week in close quarters with you aboard the ship. During this time, the duration of his sponge baths has lengthened considerably, taking much longer than the first time. John is more than happy to allow you to take your time as you become intimately familiar with his body, relishing your touch despite how torturous it is. He groans and his head falls back as your soapy hands cup his balls and lather his cock. Forcing himself to make you stop yet again finally breaks his iron will. Something has got to give, he decides. It's time to end this ruse of yours.

Good King John, who is at his wit's end, forms a most devious scheme of his own. After encouraging you to bathe and change in his cabin, he pretends to leave, saying he needs to speak with the captain. He waits outside the door and listens until he hears the splash of water, then enters the cabin again. There he finds you in all your naked splendor, a mortified expression on your face. "Well, well, what do we have here? I leave behind a young lad and return to find a comely wench in his stead." he says with a mock frown, not bothering to hide how his eyes rake over your nude form.

Good King John, who leans against the door, blocking your only exit as he glowers down at you. You grab the nearest bit of clothing, one of his shirts it turns out, and quickly don it to hide your nakedness from his hungry gaze, but it's too little too late. His blue eyes burn you with their avid intensity. A lie is already sitting on the tip of your tongue to explain your presence in his cabin, but then he takes the wind completely out of your sails when he reveals that he's known who you are the entire time. "Come now, Princess. No need to fret. I am your betrothed, after all. You don't need to hide from me. We'll treat the rest of this voyage as a pre-honeymoon, so we can get to... know each other better." All you can do is gape at him before the reality of your situation finally sinks in. "I will never marry you," you vow.

Good King John, who chuckles at your bluster, which only incenses you more. Unlike everyone else, however, he doesn't shrink away from your viperous temper, laughing at you when you begin to hurl whatever you can get your hands on at his head. He ducks a hairbrush, a cup and a bar of soap as he stalks forward to grip your arms, yanking you into his chest. "Rage all you want, Princess. It won't change your situation. Now calm yourself before I turn you over my knee." You sputter and spit, eyes narrowed in fury. "You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me!" you hiss at him.

Good King John, who takes your words as a challenge and is having none of your sass. Pulling you over to the bed, he sits down and has you draped over his knees so fast your head spins. Your bare bottom is exposed when he rucks his shirt up your back, holding your squirming form with ease as he brings his large hand down on the globes of your ass with a loud crack! You gasp in shock at the sound before fire needles into the skin of your bum. It's not a bruising strike, but the humiliation of being spanked lights a fire in your belly. Your efforts to escape double, but it's all for naught. He holds you in place like a misbehaving toddler and smacks your ass again. "Keep it up, you little brat," he says with a dark laugh. "You're long overdue for a proper punishment, anyway, you spoiled little thing."

Good King John, who spanks you until your cheeks glow red, your bratty behavior inciting his lust like nothing else. He's already hard as granite and having you squirming and moaning on his lap is only making it worse. His large hands knead and massage your plush bottom, watching the way your hips grind against his flexed thigh. He can see your 'punishment' has affected you in much the same way when he glimpses how swollen and wet your pretty cunny has become.

Good King John, who can't resist the temptation and slides his calloused fingers along the cleft of your bum, following its path between your legs, hissing at how wet he finds you. You go still at the contact, breath hitching in your throat as your back arches to his touch. No man has ever touched you down there before, and the feeling confuses you. Though you're loathe to admit it, you like how he's touching you, and Gods help you, you want him to keep doing it!

Good King John, who is hanging onto his control by a thread. Reining in his raging libido, he sits you up on his lap and brushes the last of your angry tears from your cheeks. "There now," he soothes, shushing you. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just needed a firm hand to calm you down, aye?" He slides his hand between your legs again, the tips of his fingers grazing your wet folds. "Would you like me to make you feel better? Hmm?" What else can you do but nod vigorously, desperate to see what else he can do with those rough fingers of his.

Good King John, who brings you to the edge of bliss, sliding his fingers through your wetness, worrying the sensitive nub at the apex of your thighs. "Poor needy girl," he coos in your ear. "I'll make it all better. You'll see." And he does. Great gods above, he does. His hands work you like a piece of malleable clay, all your fury now spent, sending you to the heights of ecstasy as you wail and writhe on his lap, two of his fingers buried in your spasming cunt.

Good King John, who soon has you addicted to the things he can do with his hands and his tongue and his cock. You find yourself going out of your way to cause trouble, just so he will "punish" you again and again. The memory of his cock in your mouth makes you drool with want. The thought of his tongue slithering up your pulsing channel makes your thighs clench as you soak through your small clothes. Whether he's binding you to the bed to edge you until you're a dripping, crying mess or slapping your greedy quim for coming without permission, even when he's pounding into you from behind to "teach ya a lesson, Princess," you're more than willing to submit to his whims.

Good King John, who has no illusions about you, despite your eager participation in bed. Given the chance, he knows you'll still bolt like a scared rabbit at the first opportunity. Then the captain speaks the dreaded words. "We're coming into port, my lord." Though wary, John can see how excited you are at the prospect of being back on land again, so agrees to take you into the port city for a short walk, so long as you dress in your stableboy clothing to draw less attention.

Good King John, who warns you not to attempt an escape. "This is not your father's kingdom, Princess. There are pirates and cutthroats who wouldn't hesitate to have their way with you before slitting your throat. Do not leave my side, understood?" You eagerly agree, thinking he's simply trying to scare you. You're certain once you mention who your father is, these so-called pirates and cutthroats will be tripping over themselves to escort you home, especially when you tell them of the reward your father will pay out for your safe return.

Good King John, who allows you to lead him into a bazaar. You marvel at all the strange sights, all the exotic languages and unfamiliar smells. In truth, you lose yourself in the experience for a bit, catching yourself enjoying John's company. He is so well-traveled and knowledgeable, telling you about all the different places he has been, all the wonders he has seen. "Once we're wed, I'll set aside some time for us to travel. Would you like that?" he asks, and your current situation is once more at the fore of your mind. You can't fall weak to his charms. You must escape. He is your enemy, the man who conquered your father's kingdom and took you from your home.

Good King John, who pays no attention when you tug him into a busier section of the bazaar. There are throngs of people milling about, vendors hawking their wares, their loud cries and the bustling crowd serving as a distraction. Before he realizes what's happening, you let go of his hand and duck between two stalls, making a mad dash down a narrow alleyway. Your only thought is to evade and escape, knowing John and his men will be hot on your heels. Your path is winding and mindless, leading you further into the labyrinth of the city until you find yourself standing outside of a dingy looking tavern. Surely you can find someone inside who will be willing to help a poor damsel in distress.

Good King John, who is frantic with worry. He wasn't lying about the unsavory nature of this particular port city. Pirates and cutthroats do indeed frequent this port and would not hesitate to harm you or worse. Telling his men to fan out and find you, he takes his trusted knight Sir Kyle with him, questioning anyone who is willing to stop and listen. It's an old fishmonger who finally points him in your direction, saying a lad fitting your description nearly bowled him over.

Good King John, who slows in front of the same tavern you yourself found mere minutes before and sends Kyle in to search for you. No sooner does his knight enter the tavern when a startled cry sounds from an alleyway before being cut off. John feels his heart shoot straight up into his throat when he peers down the dark passage to see two men wrestling to subdue you. One of them snatches the cap from your head, your hair spilling out before the other one strikes you across the face. John sees red, bellowing like an enraged bull as he charges down the alley with sword unsheathed.

Good King John, who meets the blackguards head-on, his rage knowing no bounds as he hacks and stabs and slashes at the men who would dare to put their hands on you. By the time Sir Kyle finds him, John has hacked the men to death, blood flying from the tip of his sword as he draws back to strike again. "My lord!" he shouts, rushing to his king's side. "My lord, they are done for. Stop!"

Good King John, who is still seething with rage, turning a murderous eye on his own man. "My lord, 'tis I, Sir Kyle! Please, sire, we must be away. Grab the Princess and let us make haste back to the ship before you are discovered!" At the mention of his princess, John's fury evaporates as he turns his worried gaze to you. The devil who struck you has knocked you unconscious, your limp form collapsed against the wall. "My love," he whispers, gathering you into his arms before motioning for Kyle to lead the way back to the ship.

Good King John, who is beside himself with guilt and worry. He stares down at your still form, cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on you. He knew the risks but was lulled by your sweet smiles and girlish charms, despite knowing your penchant for trickery. Now look what his failure has wrought. His beloved princess lying still as death in his bed. Even the ship's doctor cannot give him answers. "She seems hale and hearty, save for the goose egg on the back of her skull. I cannot say with any certainty when she will awaken, sire, or... even if she will awaken. I'm sorry, my lord. There is nothing more I can do."

Good King John, who sits by your bedside all through the night, rubbing warmth into your chilled fingers and stroking your brow. "Come back to me, my love, and I swear I'll return you to your home. I will leave you in peace and never plague you again if you will just open your eyes." Yet his pleas go unanswered, his bitter tears dampening the soft skin of your hand.

Good King John, who awakens to the feel of your fingers carding softly through his hair. Sitting bolt upright, he stares into your eyes, now open and alert. You frown, the prettiest pout he's ever seen on your lovely face. "My head hurts, John, and I've a powerful thirst. Is there wine in the carafe?"

Good King John, who calls the ship's doctor to his chambers to give you a thorough check-up. He pokes and prods, then calls you well and gives you a remedy for your pounding head and strict instructions to remain abed until the dizziness wears off. You lie in wait for John's return, certain you're due for a proper scolding, disappointed that it won't be one of his 'punishments' you receive, instead. However, John doesn't return. Servants do, with food and drink in hand. Hot water and soap are delivered as well, along with a lovely dressing gown and slippers. You sit on the edge of the bed and bathe, one eye on the door, expecting John to "surprise" you again, but still, he does not appear. You eventually fall asleep, head still turned towards the door in expectation.

Good King John, who honors his promise to you, even if you weren't awake to hear it at the time. His guilt knows no bounds, so he determines to deliver you safely back to your father. He tells the captain to turn the boat back towards the shores of your father's kingdom with a heavy heart. He knows he will surely pine for you the rest of his days, knowing no other woman will do now, that only you will ever hold his heart. He resigns himself to a lifetime of loneliness.

Good King John, who requests regular reports on your health and well-being, receives a request from you, delivered by the ship's doctor. "The Princess requests your presence in her chambers, sire. She's in a right fit of temper, if I do say so myself, my lord. She chucked a book at me for not answering her questions to her satisfaction." John can't help the wry smile on his face. His feisty princess doesn't put up with any guff. She's a warrior through and through, his lion-hearted minx.

Good King John, who enters his old quarters to find you pacing the worn floorboards. "Where have you been?" you demand, bottom lip jutting out as you cross your arms. "Is ignoring me my punishment for running away? If it is, it's not working. I don't care if I ever see you again!" A sad expression dims his ocean-blue eyes, but his smile is as kind and indulging as ever. "I understand your ire, my lo— ah, Princess, but fret no more. You will soon be relieved of the burden of my presence. We arrive at your kingdom on the morrow. I'm sure your father will be overjoyed to have you home again."

Good King John, who bids you a strained farewell and quickly removes himself from your cabin, leaving you to blink in shocked silence after him. He's returning you to your father? You slump on the bed, unable to process his sudden change of heart. Had your escape angered him enough that he's finally decided to wash his hands of you? Even at your worst, John withstood your tantrums and waspish words. He'd always been so kind and attentive and... loving. As realization sets in, a sadness like you've never known before settles in your breast.

Good King John, who sends his man Sir Kyle to collect you when the ship docks the next day. "Where's John?" you ask, as the knight hands you up into a waiting royal carriage. Sir Kyle avoids your sharp gaze, his mouth set in a grim line. "The king has gone ahead to meet with your father, my lady. I doubt you will see him again." Your heart constricts in your breast as the door slams shut and the carriage lurches into movement.

Good King John, who is in the throne room with your father when you arrive. The knights who guard the door deny you access, their pikes crossed to block your way. Oh, you throw a right strop until your ladies-in-waiting come to collect you, leading you down the corridor as you shriek like a harpy at the top of your lungs. They lock you in your chambers, leaving you to batter at the door with your fists until your strength is exhausted.

Good King John, who returns to his own kingdom a broken man. He spends his days staring out the windows and rubbing at the ache in his chest that has plagued him since he saw you last. He doesn't shirk his responsibilities, managing his kingdom and holdings with a firm and fair hand, but his heart is no longer in it. It has been cleaved in two and he fears it will never mend.

Good King John, who glowers down at a missive sent by your father, the conquered king. As he reads it over, a dozen carts laden with chests of gold and precious gems are delivered as well. His heart seizes in his chest as he reads the message your father has sent.

'May this find you well, Good King John. It shames me to say that since your departure, my castle has not known peace. You have surely bewitched my daughter, for nothing will soothe her anger except the promise of being reunited with you. I beg your mercy, good king. Please accept my daughter's dowry and know I fully endorse your marriage, if you are still inclined to take her as your bride. I wish you all the luck, good king, for you will surely need it.'

Good King John, who reads the missive several more times before a royal carriage with your father's crest comes clattering into the courtyard. He stares on in awe as a shrill voice erupts from the depths of the carriage. "Get this bloody door open! I want to see my husband! NOW!"

Good King John, whose smile could light up the night sky as he watches you step out of the carriage, sharp eyes searching the crowd until you spy him standing on the steps with his guards. Without a care for decorum, you snatch up your skirts and run to him, kitten heels pounding up the steps until you're standing before him, panting for breath, hair coming loose from its pins. Your eyes blaze with ire but are now tempered with an emotion much softer. "You're a fool if you think you're getting rid of me that easily, my husband."

Good King John, who roars with laughter as he catches you up in his arms and hugs you tightly to his chest. His heart is fit to burst when you cup his whiskered face in your hands and whisper, "Don't you ever leave me again, John."

Good King John, who kisses you soundly on the lips before whispering back, "Never again, my love. Never again."

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So...

WE'RE BACK AGAIN LADS- BUT THIS TIME IT'S A BOY.

Even as this Cradle burns down... From the Ash I will Rise once Again. - Finale Quote

This is William Rivers (Full name drop!) which has appeared on the blog before! Now you may ask me- "Realm? Why is William a Magical Boy now?"

Well one- He is a Magical Girl- because calling him that makes him scream- and Two- It's complicated.

William pretty much as the same back story and personality as Innocent Ash- I just never gave Ash a civilian form or an actual name. So when I did make William- I realized "Wait... this is just Innocent Ash."

So two became one and here we are. I'm not going to mention the certain flower girl toy mascot horror game- because unlike Claire, William was pretty much fully formed- just no name. Or some smaller details I've ironed out now. I have no 'legal' basis to tag this under Poppy Playtime- (Maybe I do? This situation is strange)

However- for the sake of being fair- and because I want to- Thank you @realizinau for indirectly helping me fully realize the OC. (I also think you maybe want to see this? It has a bunch of extra William lore if you just take out the Magical stuff and ignore the other characters mentioned- Great work by the way as always Vis, hope your vacation/trip is going well!)

As before with Claire- who if you have missed you can find HERE-

Below are some details, and under that is a short story telling you more of how he got to this point- In "We who are Blessed Under Starlight" specifically.

William is a Magical Boy by the name of Innocent Ash. He's rather young, one of three of what the Blessed call "The little Trio" which make up him, his adopted sister Swan, and Alice's adopted brother Mako. The three of them are pretty much inseparable (which took William's survivor guilt getting addressed- but more on that later)

William fights with a short sword on occasion- really just when he needs to. His main way of fighting is with his power- FIRE. Be it burning, destroying, or even warding things away, William fights like a fire bender who just wants to see the world burn.

His flames are sadly pretty one note- except for detail that he has almost always perfect control on what his flames will burn. He has also found that changing their color is pretty easy, not that it does much. This has lead to some... creative applications of fire. (One time, he was bored, so he tired to make a normal tree look like Christmas cam early. He is now asked to make flame decoration whenever he can. It's an art form at this point even though William isn't an artist.) (He does it for Swan.)

William is a quiet kid, who's rather smart but that comes from just how perceptive he is. He notices things. Be it moods or information others may miss, he always seems to catch that stuff first. It doesn't help his natural paranoia, but when it's needed- he uses it. (He... has had a lot of bad experiences in orphanages. Even now it clings to him. The feeling of someone trying to hurt him, right behind him- even when it's nothing at all)

William is an Orphan. His parents died in a home fire when he was young. Unluckily, his entire life has been accidents and hardship like that. From one orphanage that met the same fate his parent home did, to one who's entire child populace made his time there hell. He sadly had grow accustomed to wearing a mask- seeming meek and not worth the abusers time... even if it didn't always work. (The only time he's snapped is when his life was really in danger- when things actually got violent- those would also lead to him moving orphanages.) (The only time he harmed someone without violence... is when an older man who worked at the orphanage he was staying at at the time tried to touch him. William had to be dragged away from the man's blood face.)

As said before, he's the adopted brother of Swan- who's parent's took him in after he finally began to trust that he won't be the one person left again- that he won't be left alone again. Even if his new parents love him... he still has trouble sharing that back. He isn't trying to replace what he lost... but he has to tell himself that.

Swan's parents adopted him when he went back into school... there was an entire thing with the law trying to throw him back into the foster system- Claire and Zaken both has paid for a really good lawyer to help win custody and deal with the whole issue. (Later he learned that why it was so hard was that the Orphanage he was last at was only keeping kids so the government paid them- and was trying to keep it hush hush.)

William loves reading. It's his favorite pass times. He usually spends that time helping Swan to read. He cannot lie he doesn't enjoy teach now and again. (It's even better when it's all three of them. Him, Swan, and Mako.)

He has a weird bond with Kaito. Both of them once living on the streets- they kind of get on well together. He does not like when Kaito goes full gremlin and starts stealing stuff. (He usually has to be the one to place everything back. He just remembers where things were easily.)

As much as his entire brand is fire- he likes all of his drinks cold. Give him hot chocolate and he will place it in the freezer to cool it down quickly. Several other of the Blessed have issues with this. Swan emulates him to their collective horror.

William has periods where he just needs to be alone- be in silence and calm down. Over stimulation can get to him easy. Best one can do is give him that. (He tries to deal with it sometimes, pretend it isn't happening. Claire can always somehow tell though. She always makes sure he gets the room he needs)

And that is everything I have for now! Again, if you enjoyed reading about this story and William, feel free to reach out! Messages and the Inbox is always open- I love meeting new people!

Thank you for reading- but wait! There is still a short story about William down below. You might want to read that too on your way out. Either way, have a wonderful night!

William Rivers Story:

William believed himself to be Cursed for the longest time.

He had evidence for it. Just look at his life.

When he was only 5- he had to watch his parents burn alive in their home. When he was growing up he had to be tossed from orphanage to orphanage because he caused 'problems.'

Few wanted to adopt him- none ever fully committed after hearing everything he's been in. They said he was too quiet, too antisocial, too cold.

Maybe what else they called him was true... but he was never cold. He only learned how to hide the flames, hid the emotion. To put on a mask and seem like he was only part of the background. It helped, stopped at least the other children from bothering him- either in misguided blame or genuine attempts at friendship only missing the endurance to break through the shell- so he kept doing it.

He was the center of tragedy. No matter what, he always came out fine. He was always the lone person to survived unscathed. Eventually, he believed that to be true. That no matter what, he would be the only one to survive- only one to live. And so he would be alone. That is what he internalized during his time through those dark days.

One day, a Star had fell into a nearby forest. William, who had nothing better to do, followed to where he saw whatever fell from the sky above. Starlight seeped into him as he stepped forward towards the light in the clearing, clinging to his form.

His mind grew cloudy as his skin began to heat. Flames struck and clung to nearby trees. Soon, this once living forest became kindle to a flame unending.

And yet- William did not. Even as fire threatened to make him one with it- he stepped forward and reached for the Star-

The flames that once ate at the green plant life around him snuffed out in an instant, his body back to as it was before he stepped into this place- now with his Matrix, a bright shining Flame above what he knew was meant to be ash, hovering in front of him.

William, with his new found powers, ran. He lived on the streets, away from the constant hurt that came from the places that tried to board him.

One day, a Stranger appeared, and promised him he would grant him his most wanted wish- if only he were to gather Starlight until his Matrix was bursting.

Unannounced to the Stranger, he chose his lie poorly. William, despite it all, never truly wished "For his parents to come back to his arms." They were gone, and he had accepted that.

And so William distrusted The Man who Thought Himself God from day one.

Sadly for William, others did not share his worry, blindly trusting that horrible man's promises. And so- he was brought into the fight orchestrated by the one who sought to claim God's throne.

He did not trust any other Blessed, and did not fight against the Cursed. He defended himself when those who realized the other Blessed carried far more Starlight then a normal Cursed ever would. He ran when the one who could freeze others with just a touch approached him-

And again and again and again.

She wouldn't stop. She even started to do it outside of her costume- with no weapon and powers weakened. He didn't understand.

So he watched her.

He watched how she fought not for some stupid Wish... but for the sake of protecting others. How she had a smile when she saved that child from being eaten by the Cursed teddy bear. How she laughed in joy when she finally beat the tainted master of the towns local Dojo- before undoing as much corruption as she could- not thinking to harvest the poor soul for even a second.

Watching became brief interactions. Where he would ask a question- and she would answer as well as she could.

That too turned into him aiding in fighting- no protecting people. And soon he met others like her- Like Alice. (That was her name... why did it take him so long to ask?)

Then... he met the girl who would become his sister.

Later... he met the boy who he and she would call their brother.

Slowly but surely... he learned he had wandered into a family. He was afraid. Afraid they would die, and leave him... But they proved him wrong.

Again and Again and Again-

They lived. They survived. And they all went back home together in the end.

Even when it got hard. Even when the world itself chose to challenge them- to try and slaughter them as they tried to do what was right-

They did not leave him.

He isn't alone- and won't ever be again.

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[tsuki-sennin]

Double feature of Ageha focus! Score!

Seems one also features Tsubasa prominently while the next has her co-starring with Mashiro again. What fun~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-I knew it all along! Ageha was a Kaijim this whole time!

-Be defeated, Agehajim!

-"You suck at fighting!"

-"That's not true! She stomped an elephant in the face with a giant fat chocobo one time!"

-Thank you, Takeru-kun, very cool.

-What a lad.

-"Agetha Sucks At Her Job!" is a very bold episode title.

-Shleeby time Tsubasa. I hope you get yoself a spotlight episode soon. You've been due for one.

-Burning the candle at both ends, I see Ageha-neesan.

-Oh nooooooo!

-He's headed off.

-Oh fuck, she's a Korok now.

-He leavin'...

-Poor kid...

-I feel like a "You wanna talk about it" might help

-Jiiiiiii

-Oh... yeah, you'd know all about rough goodbyes, huh Ageha-san? Mashiro-chan?

-Sora, I don't think nursery school teachers need to know how to shatter a car with their bare hands. ...at least, not unless they're working at Senor Cardgage's Puddin Patch.

-Being there for kids in rough situations...

-That's a wonderful reason to be a teacher.

-I guess that is pretty dang heroic.

-Fighting for Takeru-kun's smile...

-Hewwo, Tsubasa. I hope you didn't accidentally eat anything in there.

-WEIRDO

-DUDE

-I have to admit, this is a great little character moment, but where the fuck are you gonna go, Tsubasa?

-Babby time

-...less than five seconds of babby time, apparently.

-Raaaaaaaain!

-This feels inaccurate, whenever it'd rain during recess or playtime the other kids would act like there's a category 5 hurricane sweeping through.

-The tunnel...

-*Sniff*

-The sun clears...

-Oh hello, Skeebo.

-"Get outta here!"

-Kyoborg!

-Time to rake some leaves.

-Just like the 20s point~! Wing and Butterfly, striking out on their own!

-No team up declaration this week?

-Wasting no time, there's kids in danger.

-I'm just constantly in awe of how

-Controlled Majesty's moves are.

-Get used to it, lad. She's a mid season Cure.

-Even when fucked up, Butterfly stands tall.

-Skeebo's incorporated "no going near children" into his tactical planner.

-M

-Ms. Ageha was Ageha?

-OH YOU

-"A bit of vulnerability goes a long way~!"

-Farewell, Sorashido City.

-For you, Takeru-kun! A shower of butterflies!

-That was great.

-Baby Mashiron...

-Tree, huh?

-We Splash Star now?

-Itty bitty baby Mashiron~! How adorable~!

-The hook!

-Heart~!

-What the hell happened, you ask? Good question~!

-Necessary action wipes~!

-Big mountains~!

-They turn brown because the chlorophyll they use to absorb sunlight breaks down, y'know.

-I see Yoyo is of little need to help.

-Big girls~!

-Chickens....

-"Treeless...?"

-That's a goat.

-Baaaaaa...

-Resist the temptation, Tsubasa-kun!

-Very gorgeous landscapes.

-Back on home we go!

-That damn wind stole our hat!

-Oh! All the way down there!

-Deliciousmile...

-Stuck up in that tree...

-Adding more to Elle's odd abilities, we now have instantaneous detail spotting.

-Oh, that's a new eyecatch isn't it?

-Cut down a long time ago...

-The hospital

-Clobbered by a squirrel.

-Ohhhhhhhh, a squirrel nest...

-A worthy sacrifice...

-The swings...

-Get in that frame, boy!

-Skeebo's done playing around.

-Scarecrow time.

-...lotsa fall themed beasties right now.

-Whoa

-Nice save there, son.

-Whoa, I never noticed, but Butterfly's gloves get so light.

-Otsukare, Prism~!

-"The reason behind your demise is irrelevant, Pretty Cure. It happening is all I ask."

-A whole bunch of happy memories...

-This was also a very cute episode, I love getting to know these guys more, even now.

-Oh no, not the Bright Jewel! ...which is apparently important!

-Uhhh, anyway! Join us next time!

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #pretty cure #precure #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #hirogaru sky pretty cure

[teaandgames]

Riftbound (2023) - Review

Alright, let's get this out of the way straight away. I'm going to describe a game and I want you to think of the first title that comes to your mind. Okay? Right. It's a lane shooter where you fight off waves of undead by collecting energy from plants. Got the name? Great. Well, the next name you'll think of will now be Riftbound. That's no bad thing.

In truth, I didn't realise how much I wanted something like Riftbound until I started playing it. If, like me, you weren't too impressed with PopCap's outings after the first, then it's one to take a look at. It's by no means a carbon copy though, so let's stop comparing it to something else and take it by its own merits. To be honest, it caught me a little by surprise.

Riftbound sells itself as 'rogue-lite action strategy game with deck building'. Honestly, it's a bit of an undersell. We're getting to the point where the genre of 'rogue-lite' makes things less specific rather than more. In fact, Riftbound is a game of two quite expansive halves. The rogue-lite half comes through with a mode called 'Summoner's Path'. This is a succession of battles and events, where summons and spells are scooped up as you go, ending in a boss fight at the end.

It works really well, thanks to the core gameplay loop. If you're new to lane shooters, let me give you the rundown. The battlefield is split down into a number of lanes, which range from three to five in this case. From the right-hand side, a horde of skeletons will start marching, with a serious bone to pick with you. Your defences will build up from the left-hand side, starting with some energy generating plants and then moving onto to whichever flavour of elemental you next prefer.

The first layer of challenge is just balancing your energy levels with the increasing enemy horde. Simple skeletons give way to giant lads with axes and bloody annoying mages. The first few minutes become increasingly important as the odds become stacked against you. The way we fight back is through an almost Pokemon-esque mechanic. You scoop up different elementals as you progress and these can evolve down different paths, changing their elemental effects and their attacks. It worked well and forced me to mix up my strategies quite often. No easy thing with someone as resolutely stubborn as me.

I found success with elementals that could cross lanes. Evolving air elementals created one that would shoot the closest enemy regardless of lane. I paired this with fire elementals, that fired across three lanes. Add in some stone elementals to block enemy progress and you've got a winning recipe. Except when the bloody spear skeletons stroll up. That said, the rogue-lite element of Riftbound invites constant experimentation. You have a choice of one of three elementals, presented as cards, at a time and you need to like it or lump it. Not a bad idea, coming from someone who picks a strategy and pretty much sticks with it.

To be honest though, I spent most of my time with the other half of Riftbound: the shockingly expansive campaign. The plot's not worth dwelling on, but it's a welcome departure from the rogue-lite half. Rather than spells and enemy types thrown at you higgledy-piggledy, it gradually increases the difficulty and gives you the spells you need to combat it. I was genuinely shocked when I saw my playtime was twenty-one hours. I lost track about ten hours ago. Both modes have a layer of simplicity that gives way to a decent depth.

Issues? Well, a few small things. The graphics have a lot of cute elements going on, especially with the basic elementals, but this hasn't stretched to the enemies. The vast majority are just basic skeletons in varying states of undress. A few interesting enemies do appear at the end but when you've got a big clump of enemies, they all look the same. In that vein, I'd also like some sort of indicator as to what lane is going to be attacked first. Otherwise, I either hold back and waste precious time or plop my fire elemental down to singe the grass.

The other sticky question is that of balance. I've heard some mutterings in the Steam reviews about balance issues but Barrel Smash Studios seem to be very attentive. Whenever a new enemy was introduced, it did tend to blow through my defences but, campaign-wise at least, Riftbound is great at giving you the spells you need to combat it. I recommend burning through the campaign first and using it as the world's longest tutorial for the rogue-lite element. Full disclosure, I did drop the difficulty down a notch about three-quarters through the campaign. This was down to a desire to overcome my ineptitude and beat the thing, though.

In case this isn't coming across in this love-letter of a review, I'm thoroughly charmed by Riftbound. It's a proven core gameplay loop, enhanced by both the evolution aspect and the handling of the rogue-lite element. If you don't want that, you've still got a decent campaign to keep you entertained. It's intense, cute and thoroughly enjoyable, with difficulty served either random or well-managed. While it might have a few issues with the finer polish, Riftbound is a definitely an exemplar in the niche genre of Fauna Vs. Formerly Alive. Summary A well-presented, intense and enjoyable lane shooter, with a few twists. The rogue-lite element is handled well and there's an expansive campaign for those who want more of a traditional feel. Good fun all round. Score 9 / 10 Pros + The core gameplay loop is very enjoyable + The evolution mechanic is a good twist + The art style has cute touches + Expansive campaign, with good difficulty progression + Rogue-lite elements are handled well + Balance is well tweaked Cons - The enemy design is a little lackluster - Some indication of which lane is being attacked would reduce the unfair feeling Riftbound Developer: Barrel Smash Studios Release Date: 12 May 2022 Play it on: Windows

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[ebook-2]

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Jack loved games of all sorts — from hide and seek to football, from video games to chasing butterflies. He reveled in the joy of just being a child, relishing every moment of pure, innocent fun.

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[moral-turpitudes]

A Secret Life:

**Gif credits go to the amazing @nofckingfighting​ your gifs give me life ok. They’re *chef’s kiss.**

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some Fluff and some Swearing I think.

Word Count: 3,324

Characters: Johnny Dogs x Female!Reader

Requested by: @atjafshelby​, you can find it here. This was the first time I’ve written anything mainly for him so I hope this is good lol. I love getting the opportunity to write other characters. :)

Summary: After a spat about potatoes and a sudden departure from Thomas’ dinner meeting, Johnny Dogs rushes home to be with his wife Y/N and their family, knowing he’d have to tell the blinders about his secret life with them eventually.

The weather was gloomy as the peaky men prepared for one of Tommy’s meetings in the middle of Charlie’s yard. The cans full of logs and kindling burning brightly through the smog of Small Heath as the smoke filled the air. The smell of smoked meat and other foods slowly making their way onto the makeshift table.

In the distance though, was a loud voice mumbling on hurriedly as he stomped along the dirt and soot covered road leading to the feast.

“Right, put the steel rods up the gooses arse there. Go on.” Johnny Dogs said to one of the younger lads who were understandably confused. His eyes watching as they did so, itching to do it himself since no one ever prepared goose the right way. This wasn’t his only criticism though, as he made his way to the table he noticed the lack of starch amongst the men.

“This isn’t a proper dinner. If you’re going to have the Gold’s here ya gotta have potatoes!” Johnny Dogs said loudly as the Shelby’s tired uncle followed the Irish traveler around the yard.

Charlie looked at the man dumbfounded, thinking it was as great a feast as any.

“I want him to see that we live proper, that we eat proper, in the proper way!” He exclaimed.

“No...no you know what?” He added, pointing at Charlie with an anger-filled expression.

“What?” Charlie asked, lighting a cigarette as his infamous nephews came strolling in.

“I’ll get the potatoes me-self!” He exclaimed, clearly frustrated as he stomped through the yard to the old market nearby. His mind buzzing with the thought of his wife and children back at camp. He loved being here with the men he considered allies, but his heart was there with Y/N, always, especially now that she’d been alone with their newest edition to the family.

“What’s he on about aye? It’s just a dinner to discuss the vendetta. Is he scared of the Gold’s?” Tommy said, a cigarette lingering on his lips.

“No he just thinks they’re bloody heathens.” Charlie said as Tommy smirked, walking back to meet Aberama Gold and his son Bonnie.

As Johnny got back, he hastily threw the potato’s in one of the boiling pots near the men. The steam rolling off them as he mashed them up and brought them to the table.

“Bit late there Johnny.” Arthur said, grabbing a huge spoonful of them.

“Not me fault someone can’t prepare a proper meal.” He said, his eyes darting to his pocket watch as Aberama agreed, thanking him for making them as they continued their tense conversation.

“Is there something wrong?” Tommy asked Johnny, causing him to swallow hard as he tried to not tell them about you. It ached him not to, but quite frankly he was nervous to do so. Knowing they’d have something to say when they learned of his relationship status and such.

“Almost forgot, I had some things to take care of at camp. I’ll be back in the mornin’ boys. Don’t get blood all over the fucking food alright?” He said, Tommy waving him off with a suspicious look on his face. He never had men leave abruptly, but if anything he thought maybe he had a whore waiting for him or another feud to handle.

But little did the blinders know what actually awaited him.

“Aye! Dads going to be home soon-no-don’t you dare hit your brother!” Y/N said aloud to her two rambunctious children Alice and Samuel, who were running around the field with the other little ones of the group that were set up nearby. Your youngest, Sarah, nestled on your hip and baby-babbling to herself.

“You’re gonna be full of words just like your father aren’t ya love?” You said to her quietly, going over to your son and daughter who were rough-housing as usual.

“Playtime’s over loves, we have to get ready for dinner.” You said, the children immediately stopping and saying goodbye to the other kids as you waved goodbye to their parents.

As you led your children back to the vardo, you quickly put your daughter down in her small crib near the cramped bed in the wooden structure.

Your tired reflection caught you off guard as you looked in the mirror. Your eyes not as bright and hair not as perfectly placed as before you’d had three children.

You were always grateful to be blessed with good looks that were surely from your mother, but you soon garnered unwanted attention as you’d grown up, the men throwing themselves at you left and right, until you’d seen Johnny one day at a camp in Ireland of course. He was bantering with his friends, fist fighting and such near one of your family’s stops, his smile catching your eye as he laid his own upon you. The poor man got punched because of you after all, making him go off his game with your beauty. But to this day he said he didn’t regret it, telling you in that moment his world stopped. That he’d felt like the luckiest man in the world to have someone as sweet and as beautiful as you by his side all these years.

And so now here you were, waiting for your traveler and infamously rowdy blinder husband to come home. The sun setting in a plethora of colors over the field as the other travelers sat around their respective bonfires.

“When’s dad coming? He’s usually back.” Your son asked, his eyes the color of yours but the shape of Johnny’s, and your daughters small smile like his as well.

“Yeah mum where’s he off to? I wanted him to tell us a bedtime story.” She said, pouting slightly as she watched you preparing dinner.

“Give him time angels. He’s a busy man.” You said, wondering where he was, knowing he’d most likely gotten held up by the fucking Shelby’s once again.

He’s never told them about you and it stung a bit, but you realized early on that he only did it to keep you and the family safe, knowing that nothing good ever came from uttering the Shelby name.

As you portioned the food out for the children, your youngest cried for her food as well as you sighed and went in to nurse her. Humming a soft song to her as she gradually fell asleep in your arms.

As the kids emptied their bowls, stomachs full and content smiles on their faces, you ushered them to their beds, your heart racing slightly as you thought about where your husband could be.

“Don’t worry loves, dad will be home soon alright? I’m going to be just outside.” You said, fixing yourself your portion of the food as you stoked the fire a bit more, the embers disappearing into the night air as you wrapped the warm knit blanket around you.

You’d gotten accustomed to spending the majority of your nights alone with the children, eating amongst the stars and telling stories, but one thing always remained constant, and that was the need for their dad to be home. He made everyone light up when he’d come around. His laugh bringing a smile to your face instantly as he entertained the kids on his off days while you rested with the baby. But now like many nights, they missed him. They missed how he’d make you all feel safe, knowing he had you all out in the open like this. But he knew the company he kept, and he trusted them with his life that they’d take care of you all if need be.

Alas, as you sat there lost in thought, you heard the cries of your daughter once again as you went into the vardo, gently cradling her to you as you carried her outside into the cool night air, the sound of the crackling fire and water rushing nearby helping her fall asleep once again as you bounced her around lightly.

“It’s okay sweetheart. He’ll be home soon.” You reassured her. Knowing he’d never ever leave you sleeping alone, unless it was something serious.

---

“Johnny, before you go, we’ll be stopping by tomorrow. We need to make sure you all are ready.” Thomas said as Johnny walked away from the table.

“Alright, I’ll see ya there then lads. Goodnight.” He said, tipping his hat and walking off towards the horse he’d ridden in on. Quickly riding towards one of the flower fields nearby to pick some for you. He knew they wouldn’t make up for him being late, but he knew they’d at least bring a smile to the face he loved so much.

---

You sat wide-awake with your sleeping daughter against your chest, your nightgown covered by the thick blanket you’d draped over you and the baby. Her soft coos and little snores bringing a smile to your face as you kissed the top of her head. Your stomach still hurting with some efforts as you shifted in your seat. She’d only been about 4 months old, so both you and her were adjusting to the whole life thing with each other.

As you sat there naming the constellations to yourself as you gazed at the stars, you heard the familiar horse hooves pounding on the ground near the vardo. Johnny’s giddy whistle making your daughter rustle around in your arms as she knew he was home.

“Shhh, she’s sleeping.” You said quietly as he walked over ever-so carefully to kiss you, his lips soft against yours as he lingered on them for a moment, taking you in.

“I wanted to get here earlier, with the baby and everything but uh...Tommy got in the way again.” He said, grabbing the flowers he’d picked earlier.

“Are these for me?” You asked, grasping them with your free hand.

“Mhmm. Picked them me-self. Thought you’d like some after a hard days work caring for the kids. And uh, since I’ve been gone so long ya know?” He said, nervously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“I love you Johnny Dogs. You romantic devil.” You said with a smirk as you kissed him once more.

“Now tell me love, what’s got you on your toes?” You asked, knowing his body language more than your own at this point.

“They’re coming here, to make sure everything’s ready for the big mission.” He said.

“Christ....do we need to stay in? It’ll be hard with this one crying.” You said, looking down at the sleeping bundle in your arms.

“No...I...I want you to meet them. They’re coming tomorrow mornin’.” He said.

“I see....well I’ll make sure to get up and make sure the kids meet them too. Couldn’t hurt right?” She asked.

“It could soften the blow I suppose.” He said, grabbing the last of the food that was still warm over the fire.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.

“They’ll take one look at you and drool. You don’t think I see it every time we go outside the camp? You’re bloody gorgeous and you’ve gone and married a fool like me?” He said half-jokingly. His self-deprecating humor hurting your heart.

“They can say what they want, but you’ll always be the man for me Johnny. I wouldn’t have you any other way. You were the first man I’ve ever loved.” You said, remembering how despite your looks, you’d never had the luck of relationships on your side, thinking all hope was lost until that day so long ago. And god were you grateful for him, even if he did talk your ear off on more than one occasion, you still loved the man to death.

“Now go tell your children a bedtime story, please love?” You asked, looking at him with puppy dog eyes that made his heart swoon. He could never say no to you.

---

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of the kids playing out by the river, the wind rustling around the vardo as you heard Johnny helping out with the baby outside.

“I’m sorry love, I was going to get up and help ya but I guess I overslept.” You said, wrapping your robe around yourself that complimented your eyes and physique exquisitely.

“You needed the beauty sleep love. Besides, you’ve done enough for me these past weeks, thought I’d do something for ya.” He said, cradling the baby in his arms as you sat near him next to the barely lit fire, the coals still hot from the night before.

Johnny took your hand in his lightly, the ring on your finger sparkling in the sunlight as you both watched your kids playing together near the river.

In the distance though, you could hear the sound of a car pulling up, your nerves getting to you as you knew it was Thomas Shelby and his brothers.

“Here we go.” You mumbled, calling your children over as the men got out of the car, the kids nearly running into them as their little legs carried them swiftly over the grass. They quietly stood behind you as Johnny handed you your baby girl, her bright eyes looking up at you as the sun hit your face flatteringly.

“Hello boys! G’morning to ya! How’s about we get this meeting done shall we?” He asked, putting his cap on.

“Who’s the lovely lady over there aye?” John asked, eyeing her with hungry eyes.

“That’s me wife. Her names Y/N.” He said, looking John in the eyes as he crossed his arms.

“Oh and who are the children with her? They can’t be yours can they? Wow Johnny boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya. How’d you snag a gem of a girl like that aye? Use any of yer charms?” Arthur said jokingly.

“They’re mine yes, and don’t worry, I did nothing of the sort. She came to me actually.” He said with a proud smug smile on his face, knowing he married one of the prettiest women near Small Heath and the bastards couldn’t do anything about it.

“Well if you have anymore questions how’s about you lot meet them then?” Johnny asked over the awkward silence, Thomas still eyeing him a bit suspiciously.

“You boys go meet them, me and Johnny have something to discuss.” Tommy said shortly.

“Oh...al-alright. Here ya go lads.” He said, leading them over to Y/N and her children, who backed behind their beautiful mother shyly.

“Hello gentlemen, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya.” You said, smiling brightly as their stares lingered over you. It was something you were used to, but still made you slightly uncomfortable, so you remained focused on your kids.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, we don’t mind do we loves?” You asked, patting your son on the head as he smiled.

“No it’s ok momma. I’m gonna go play.” Your daughter said, running off towards the other little kids nearby. Your son sat by you though, eyeing the men curiously.

“So these are Johnny’s kids aye? What’s your name little man?” Arthur asked, putting on his nicest smile.

“Samuel. Who are you? Why do ya have big hats on like me dad?” He asked.

The men both looked at each other and smiled.

“We’re in a...group that your fathers in. It’s for people that are nice and strong.” He said.

“Oh...” Samuel said, fiddling with his fingers as he leaned his head against your arm.

“How’d you and Johnny meet aye? Old bugger like him sure snagged a beauty for a wife.” John said.

“Oh uhm...we met by chance really. I saw him scrapping with some people by the roadside when my family were going through and I stopped to watch. He says he got caught off guard by me. He got hit right after eyeing me up.” You said with a small laugh. John and Arthur chuckled as they looked over at Johnny and Tom having a rather tense conversation.

“While our brother’s interrogating the poor man, who’s this little one and her big sister?” Arthur asked.

“This is Sarah. She’s 4 months, almost 5. Talkative little bugger just like her dad. Always babbling about somethin’ aye? And that’s Alice. She hates sitting down, always wanting to be on the go. Guess it’s in the blood.” You said, also feeling antsy as you sat there with half of your little family.

“That it is.” Arthur said, looking around the camp as Johnny’s voice rose in the distance.

“When were you going to tell me Johnny?” Thomas asked, his cigarette dangling from his lips.

“About what mate? Bout me cookin’ and leaving yesterday or bout me family?” He asked.

“About your family, Johnny. You’re like family to us you know. How could you not tell us?” He asked loudly.

“You should know! The bloody line of work we’re in! God knows I’m not bringing them into that ‘ere.” He said a bit louder than Thomas expected, causing the others to look over.

“But why hide something like this Johnny? Not because of the way of our work but why hide it until now aye?” He asked.

Johnny thought for a moment, leaning against the tree near the river.

“Because Tom. I knew you’d all take one look at her and wonder why she’s wit’ a man like me. Ya know I’m not the nicest looking man ‘ere. Somehow how Tom...somehow she loves me and I wanted ya to see why I had to leave yesterday. It’s not just me I’m thinkin’ bout anymore.” He said.

“That why you’ve been yelling at work? Being short with everyone?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah Tom, yeah. Just...please don’t drag them into this.” He said, looking over at his wife who was managing pretty well despite John practically drooling.

“Well now that that’s cleared up how about you introduce me to them aye?” Thomas said, patting him on the shoulder and walking past him.

“I fucking guess. C’mon.” He said walking quickly ahead of his friend as Y/N smiled upon their arrival. His heart skipping a beat at the sight of it.

“Y/N, love, I want ya to meet-“ He said before you cut him off. Eyeing the man who’d put your family in risky circumstances long ago.

“Thomas Shelby. Yeah...I know. Nice to see you in person.” You said, shaking his hand roughly and with a more colder glance than you’d had given his other brothers. You knew Thomas orchestrated everything within the blinders, so he was often the one blamed when things went south, and you had no problem casting the blame on him when Johnny would come home half conscious and bleeding, or limping with a bullet wound or two.

“Pleasure’s all mine Y/N. How’s the family?” He asked, sitting beside Johnny around the bonfire that was slowly burning out.

“Good now that their father is back. This little one is Sarah, the wild one over there is Alice, and our boy here is Samuel.” You said, pointing with your free hand to your small crew of children.

“Aye, so he tells me you met by chance. How in the hell did this man meet a woman like you?” He asked.

You looked down slightly at your daughter who was surprisingly sleeping soundly, her small mass of hair on her head coming in as dark as her fathers.

“I told your brothers already but, uh we met when I was traveling with me family. Saw him scrapping with some other men from nearby, I guess ya locked eyes long enough with me that they knocked you out aye love?” You said lightly punching Johnny’s shoulder.

“Aye they did. Couldn’t stop bloody lookin’ at ya. I mean seriously boys. Isn’t she a beauty? I’m a lucky man. A lucky lucky man.” He said, lighting a cigar as you smiled and put your free hand on his. It was rough from years of work, but as warm as the hugs he gave. He was home to you, no matter where you all went, he was the one constant thing you longed for, knowing in your heart he was yours forever.

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[yeenybeanies]

Hey but what about a giant somehow managing to knock a fang loose, only for a tiny to find and realize that there's something really big living nearby

k so i did the math here a lil bit & calculated how long the canine tooth of a 60ft giant would be based off of a ( lengthened ) canine of a 6ft human & lads this yields an almost 16in-long canine ( important! to note that this length includes the root of the tooth, but still that’s a long-ass crown sticking out ) that’s a tooth that’s almost as long as a normal human forearm + hand

ocs | the dentist & his daughter

787 words

no warnings

thanks for reading!!

The man stared in equal parts awe and horror at what his daughter had brought in from her playtime outside. Truly, he struggled to wrap his brain around the sight. Sitting in almost pristine condition on their quaint kitchen table was a cuspid––at least, it looked like a cuspid, save for the fact that it was almost a foot and a half long from root to crown.

Even more chillingly, it was shaped eerily similar to a human tooth ( save for the absurd size of it, of course ). The man would know; he was a dentist, after all.

“ Lyla, where did you get this? ”  The dentist managed to tear his gaze away from the tooth and spare his daughter a concerned glance.

The girl, looking very pleased with her find, bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. The grin she wore nearly split her face in two.  “ Out in the woods! In a place where there were lots of broken tree branches and leaves! ”

Brows furrowed, the dentist struggled to picture the place his daughter described.  “ How far? Were you on the path? Lyla, you know you’re supposed to stay where you can see the house––– ” 

“ I could! I was on the path, Daddy, promise! ”  Plump cheeks puffed up with indignation. The dentist couldn’t detect any signs of dishonesty; Lyla wasn’t the kind to lie, either. 

He tentatively pressed his fingers to the hard surface of the crown. A part of him wanted to believe the tooth was fake, but the detail on it was impossibly lifelike. The surface was definitely enamel. It was off-white in color, and lightly marred with superficial cracks. On the root, too, were traces of dried blood.

This was no fake. This was the real deal. It looked like it had been knocked out. Recently. 

But what could it have come from?

“ Sweetie, you said there were tree branches down? ”  That was another oddity. The dentist made a point to keep the paths around his home clear of debris for his daughter’s sake. He was meticulous about it, despite their woody surroundings.

“ Mm-hm! I could show you! ”  The girl bounced again. Her tight curls swayed with the motion.

“ Yes, baby, show me. ”  The dentist tooth the tooth up in one hand. It was heavy, as one might expect from a tooth this size. He could not close his hand around the thickest section of the root.

Happy to oblige, the girl took her father’s free hand and led him out through the back door. He looked back, eyes rising to the rooftop two stories up, and briefly tried to picture just how tall a human would have to be to have a tooth like this . . ..

There’s no way it could be a human. It had to be something else. Though he took no comfort in picturing what else could possess this canine.

The girl skipped along the path she’d supposedly travelled earlier, humming a light tune. She didn’t seem nearly as concerned about the tooth and the implications it held as the dentist. After about five minutes, she stopped abruptly.  “ I found it here, Daddy! ”  

The dentist had spotted several fallen branches before his daughter announced their arrival. She hadn’t made that up. He instructed her to wait where she was, and ventured forward into the distressed space. The debris didn’t look old. All of the splintered wood was still fresh, and the leaves were still green. This mess couldn’t have been here for more than a day. He had his daughter point to where exactly she found the tooth, to where he took a knee. More dried blood stained the dirt. In fact, there was quite a bit of dried blood splattered and speckled throughout the space.

It looked almost like there had been a fight here, but on a much larger scale than any man or local animal he could imagine. A sense of dread started to crawl up his spine as he regarded the tooth in his hold.

“ Daddy, look! ”  His daughter’s call yanked the dentist’s attention to her. She stood a little bit off of the path, pointing to a large puddle of mud.

“ Lyla, I told you to stay where you––– ”  words quickly died in his throat as he came up behind her. That dread he’d felt? It was no longer creeping. It was racing.

Pressed into the mud, there was a shoe print, and a handprint not far from it, both impressions longer than he was tall. The hand had five fingers, and looked uncannily human. If he had to guess, the dentist would say that whatever made these prints was also big enough to have a sixteen-inch-long cuspid.

“ Lyla, sweetie––get back to the house. ”

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[capriccio-con-espressione]

Teacher’s Day

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A/N: Happy birthday to our comedic meme material prince Hendery!😘 This is a re-upload from my old acc so I hope you guys enjoy! (P.S. Reuploaded again since the previous one failed to show up in tags)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3027

Warning:  Bratty Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Profanity, Hair pulling, Spanking, Wedgie, Degradation, Anal play, Sex toys, Titty sucking/worshipping, Writing lines as punishment

  “How much longer?” Blindfolded Hendery whines while you are leading him to the designated room for his birthday playtime, but this impatient boy obviously can’t wait.

  “What is my surprise, to be exact?” The boy continues to inquire. “I hope I won’t be walking blindfolded for too much longer or I am starting to think that you are taking me to the slaughterhouse like I am a piglet!”

  “I’ll make sure your surprise is worth the wait if you stop being this inquisitive.” You stop your leading steps. “Seriously? A piglet? Can you not ruin the mood by goofing around and exaggerating things this much?”

  “Okay okay I am sorry.” Hendery playfully apologizes. “First asking me to wear the uniform from the Back to School Kit, second blindfolding me like this, I am really dying to know what it is!”

  “Shh be patient.” You smirk while finally leading him inside the room, instructing him to sit down in a chair. “Do you know what’s special about today?”

  “My birthday, of course! Why ask?” He asks, puzzled.

  “It’s also Teachers’ Day in Taiwan as well.” You half-whisper in his ear while taking off his blindfold. “So I’d better teach you some manners as well as something unforgettable on this day…”

  Hendery’s vision clears up as he glances around his surroundings: a blackboard with capitalized letters “DETENTION” written on it, a podium in the front left of the room, and several sets of desk and chairs arranged in neat rows while he’s seated in one of them, with a typical school bag hanging from the hook on the right side of his desk.

  “Wow this looks legit…” He compliments. “So this is why the school uniform?”

  You reply in a sly hum, picking up the 50-cm iron ruler originally leaning against the podium before approaching him. “I remember you mentioning role-play to spice up our sex life, so I figured this can be the peak of your birthday. You like that, my naughty schoolboy?” You smirk alluringly while tilting his chin up with the ruler.

  “Fuck yeah, this will be amazing…”

  You slam the ruler menacingly loud against his desk, startling him a bit. “Words, Hendery. No profanity allowed in this class. Aren’t you aware of the trouble you are in right now?” You motion toward the capitalized words on the blackboard.

  “Hmmm...I have no idea…” He feigns innocence in those bright piercing eyes, in an obvious attempt to annoy you.

  “Such an impudent lad. You are in detention because you don’t hand in assignments on time, slacking off in your studies, and last but not least, bad-mouthing your teacher.” You close in on him while maintaining a glare. “Are you sorry for what you did?”

  “No, y/n-”

  “How dare you call me by my first name?”

  “Look, Miss Y/L/N I don’t really care. I am a very busy guy and you are just wasting my time.” He grins cheekily. “I am going to miss my club practice. I promise I will do better, so can’t you just let it go this time?”

  “I don’t trust your empty promises, Hendery, especially this isn’t the first time you let me down.” You cross your arms. “And you shouldn’t be allowed any club activities since you fail to prioritize things correctly. You should sit here, properly complete the assignments you have missed under my supervision, and you are free to go after that. It’s that simple.”

  “Why are you giving me such a hard time, Miss?”

  “I am not being hard and unreasonable on you, all I am asking you to do is something that aids your learning and done by the rest of your peers, plus, you won’t know what your problems with learning are without these practices.” You sigh while taking out the workbook from the schoolbag and place it right in front of him. “Now stop complaining and do it.” You order as you sit down next to him.

  Hendery huffs and reluctantly flips through the book to find the marked pages for this session. “20 pages of mathematics with 30 questions on each one? Are you insane?”

  “This is the accumulated result of your indolence, boy. And you sure it’s appropriate to call your teacher insane?”

  “Right right I am so sorry Miss-” 

  “Apologize properly.” You grab his arm to get all his attention, starting to get sick of his dismissive attitude and playing nice with him.

  “I am really sorry that I called you insane, Miss Y/L/N...” His voice trails off at the end of the sentence while he diverts his attention to the questions in front of him again.

  You watch him scribble down answers on the pages intently to see his every move, so when his arm scoots suspiciously close to the corner of the page where he’s writing something, you immediately take notice of it.

  You abruptly stand up and snatch away the book from him with a strong force, making his eyes widen with disbelief. “‘Miss Y/L/N is an annoying bitch’? This is what I get after being this patient and communicative with you?” You continue to read the contents of the page. “And none of the answers are correct! You are really giving me attitude, huh?”

  “Why should I listen to you when you’re such a pain in my ass?”

  “Pain in my ass isn’t it? Now I should really inflict some real pain on your ass.” He yelps as you yank him by his hair, forcing him to stand up. “Bend over.”

  Hendery winces at the burning sensation on his scalp as he complies, then you let go and press his waist down firmly against the desk as your other arm immediately delivers a sharp blow on his bottom.

  “Apologize.” You order sternly after a dozen spanks.

  “Never.” He retorts with a grunt.

  “Such a shameless brat.” You muse while pulling down his trousers, then pull up his boxers between his cheeks and give a firm tug on it, causing him to whine in discomfort.

  “Still unapologetic?” You sneer before giving a harsh slap on his bare flesh.

  “Please stop...Miss...and I am really sorry…”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “I-I am sorry for disrespecting you!”

  “Then? What about your horrible work on your assignment?” You resume spanking him again.

  “Mmmf- I am sorry for messing up my homework! Please stop wedging me I beg you, Miss.”

  You snigger at his plead and how easy it is to break him, but still you aren’t satisfied. “Combine your apologies into a sentence together and I will consider, and you’d better be earnest enough.”

  “Ahh-I apologize sincerely for calling you bad names, a-and slacking off in my studies then failing to do my homework properly! Please Miss I feel so guilty right now…” He whimpers and shifts his butt, trying to minimize the soreness.

  “Very well.” You decide not to be too hard on him at first to save it for later and release the fabric. Hendery sighs in relief, only to experience a similar mishap soon after again. 

  “You forgot to thank me, you poor-mannered lad.” You smirk at his misfortune, tweaking the clothing harder than last time, feeling amused that your boyfriend always falls into this trap by forgetting to express his gratitude when you just decide to have a little mercy on him.

  “P-please Miss I am sorry for not remembering to thank you...ahhh…please I’ll be good...just spare me some mercy please…”

  “How should I believe that you will have the brain to remember such basic manners next time, you airhead?”

  “I-I will endure whatever it takes for you to believe in me, Miss. I am truly sorry…”

  “Whatever, huh?” You mock his tone while shoving both his undergarments down his ankles. “You are going to take a sound spanking. Better remember to count out every spank and thank me afterward. Is that clear?” 

  “Yes, Miss. I won’t forget it this time.”

  You swing the ruler in the air, warming your arm up, before striking his bare bottom.

  “One! Th-thank you, Miss.”

  You smack him again, but harder this time.

  “Two! Ahh-thank you, Miss.” He kicks his legs, but only to find them restrained with his garments, which just excites him more.

  You then continue to mercilessly redden his ass, interspersing the punishment with some sensual soothing rubs in between to prepare him for the sting and arouse him, and remain the same dynamic and rhythm until the twentieth spank, when you suddenly pick up the pace and inflict him with four consecutive blows.

  “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Hnngh-thank you, Miss…” His voice falters.

  “See? You are not that bad at calculating. Why did you mess up your math homework that much then?” You ask before smacking him for the twenty-fifth time.

  “Twenty-five...thank you, Miss. I am sorry that I deliberately screwed up because I am just a defiant brat!”

  “Then you promise to do your best in your work in the future?” You inquire, amused by his admittance while continuing his punishment.

  “I will...I promise I won’t let you down ever again, Miss.” He assures you after counting out and thanking you.

  “You promise you will be a pliant pupil that listens well to his teacher?”

  “Ah-twenty-seven, thank you, Miss. I promise I will listen to you and obey you like a good student should do.”

  “Very well. So you should never violate any school rules again, right?” You foreshadow what the plot of your session will lead, before whipping him for the last time.

  “Twenty-eight...thank you, Miss. I promise I will abide by the rules.” He replies obediently, oblivious about the whole thing since it’s arranged as a surprise event.

  “Good boy.” You praise before caressing his sore butt, brushing his inner thighs from time to time as he moans at your sensual touches. “You didn’t just miss out on math, but other subjects as well. Should I take out the other study materials for you so that you have an overall understanding of what you should do?”

  “Yes, please. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. May I sit down now?”

  “Just a minute…” You reply, searching through the schoolbag while taking your mischievous plan to work. “What are these doing in your bag, Hendery?” You demand sternly, laying two objects in front of him.

  Hendery becomes speechless at the sight of the large, rounded realistic silicone boobs and the veiny, ridgy dildo.

  “Care to explain what this is for?” You deliberately ask while pointing at the tits. Excitement boils inside you as you expect his answer.

  “This…is to fuck myself between them.” He shamelessly responds, with a devilish grin and a twitching dick, indicating his liking toward this turn of the plot.

  “How about this?” You motion at the dildo.

  “This is what I use to get a hot girl like you to fuck me to paradise…” He smirks dreamily, thinking of what you will do to him with it as you smirk at his sudden compliment.

  “Now I see the main reason that your grades are slipping. You are not only unwilling to study hard, but also you are a lecherous slut! You should know well porno stuff is obviously prohibited in school, but I remember you promising me that you will not break any rule just now?”

  “It was too late then, I already brought them before promising you.”

  “That still doesn’t justify your behavior. You should be punished again. Remember you saying that you will obey me?” You grin knowingly as you lightly patted the ruler against your palm.

  “Yes, Miss. Please punish me all you want as long as you won’t tell the authorities.”

  You simper at his literal beg to get punished. “Why should I report you to my superiors,” You position the fake boobs right under his face, “when I can have all the fun and enjoy the little show myself?” You tap the ruler against his ass once again. “Now suck it just like what you will do to your dream girl, filthy boy whore. You may not be the best at your studies, but you’d better not disappoint me with this.”

  Hendery happily commences engulfing the artificial mound while grimacing at the blooming tingle on his behind. The lewd sounds of him greedily slurping and lapping on the toy, the sight of his body squirming under your punitive ruler, and the corruptive contrast of his aristocratic profile doing the most sordid thing ever, all turn you on with the growing need for him to pleasure you.

  “Are you wiggling your naughty ass just to direct me to hit where you crave the pain the most, you seamy little slutboy?” You comment on his writhing backside as he nods in affirmation while continuing servicing the tits.

  “Perhaps you will love it when I abuse you here, right?” You wickedly tuck the ruler between his cheeks, earning a moan from him.

  “Would you like sucking real tits, or maybe you just prefer fawning over silicones?” You sneer, knowing the answer too well as you rub the ruler on his rear entrance.

  “I love real beautiful boobs more, of course, especially those of yours, Miss…” Hendery replies through moans, finally looking up at you from the saliva-covered toy while not forgetting to flatter you.

  “Hmm you finally know how to properly treat your teacher now, huh?” You remark as you unbutton your blouse then free your boobs from the lacy cups. “Worship them.”

  Hendery starts sucking on your breast after an admiring stare. “Since you’ve got your mouth worked up, I think I should stuff your other orifice too…” You say while coating both his ass, your fingers and the dildo with profuse lube. After gradually adding fingers to stretch him wide enough, you begin to slam into his needy prostate with the dildo, savoring the feeling of his wetness and vibrations coating your sensitive areas as well.

  Both his hands grab and fondle the base of your boobs for support as his knees buckle a little at the sensation deep inside his behind. You tangle the fingers of your free hand into his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with you with a firm tug.

  “Why do you turn to sex toys and risk bringing them to school, while your teacher is here to counsel you with both your studies and insatiable needs?”

  “B-because I want you to f-fuck and punish me for being a slut…” He flicks his tongue on your erect nipple after replying.

  “Is this why you got yourself in detention in the first place? Acting bratty in hopes of the opportunity to get some sexy discipline?”

  “Mmm yeah…” Your “student” that used to be so deviant is now moaning mindlessly between pants and sucking while looking up at you so lovingly yet indecently, urging you to ram his ass even harder and faster. Blissful tears start to stream out of his lust-filled eyes as you shove his uniform jacket down below his shoulders, loosen his tie then undo his first few upper buttons to turn him into a disheveled mess even more. Seeing him rendered to a state like this plus the stimuli on your nipples cause your core to drip with satisfying needs.

  “Such a messy needy baby...do you want to cum?” You coo as he quickly nods in response.

  “Then will you manage your time well and complete your assignment properly?”

  “...Yes, I will, Miss.”

  “Will you be respectful to your teacher from now on?”

  “Mmm of course I will, especially to my favorite teacher…”

  “Last but not least, will you turn to your teacher for help when necessary instead of wanking with stupid toys?”

  “Definitely, because my teacher feels so much better…”

  “Good. Now you are allowed to cum as much as you want.” 

  Hendery cums after muttering some gratitude, not forgetting his manners this time. You indulge in a slow sensual kiss with him afterward, drawing him out of the orgasmic haze while whispering some praises to him, slowly guiding him back to his senses as well as doing a quick clean-up of body fluids.

  “Did you know you just came with your dick completely untouched?” You playfully taunt.

  “I know you are that good…” He sheepishly grins at you.

  “Now one more thing for you to do as a reminder to always be a good boy.” You gesture toward the blackboard. “Write 28 repeated lines of ‘I will respect my teacher at all times’.”

  “Sure.” He quickly answers while reaching down to pull up his trousers.

  “Did I give you permission to re-dress?” You disapprovingly question.

  “No, Miss…” He slightly blushes. “But it’s so embarrassing…” He mutters in protest while wobbling toward the board. covering himself.

  “That’s the purpose of this punishment, making you so humiliated and disheveled that you will never forget your lesson.”

   Hendery sighs while picking up the chalk, and starts scribbling down the requested line. The first ten lines look passable but after that, his writing begins to get sloppy.

  “Rewrite this.” You erase the line that you deem intolerable.

  “But-”

  “No ‘buts’, unless you want some thrashing again.”

  Your schoolboy groans but still has no choice but to comply, peeking at the board eraser in your hand while making efforts to win your approval. Finally, he reaches the 28th line without the need for you to demand him to rewrite anything.

  “Well done, that’s my good boy.” You continue to compliment his obedience and hard work, embracing him while massaging some cool lotion into his still rosy ass, before helping him to re-dress.

  “Do you like my way of discipline?”

  “A lot. But you hit me so hard…” He jokingly glares before nuzzling against the crook of your neck, planting some wet kisses on it.

  “I am already giving you enough privilege to suck my tits for this long, so be grateful.” He whines in response upon hearing this but holds on you even tighter, while subtly grinding against your chest.

  “Happy birthday.” You utter affectionately, completely immersed in the intimacy while sensing his gorgeous features beaming in return.

  “Happy Teacher’s Day.”

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[yerevasunclair]

To court u seems tudor time period :-?

To court you is actually Westeros setting! Its Ned&Cat in the early days of their marriage and Catelyn is jealous of Ned’s heart tree.

TO COURT YOU

“Where are you going, my lord?” Catelyn asked politely with a tender smile. She may be his wife but they were essentially strangers still. It was easy for them to perform all aspects of their duties yet it was puzzling and challenging for her to be a closer friend to him. Why was he so hard to get to know to? Nan had told her Ned was a shy and quiet lad but this introversion wasn’t just a nature. To her interpretation, it was clear he did not want to share any part of him to her. Yet even with the absence of romantic interest, she felt this desperate need to obtain more intimacy, a deeper connection with him, which has to be fulfilled.

“I will pray at the godswood, my lady.” He said with formality.

Going to the godswood meant that he was not to be disturbed unless if there is an urgent matter or some important news brought by a raven. The people of the North have no book of prayers and she still poorly understood their religion.

Does he really go to the godswood to pray to his gods for them to calm the storm in his mind? Or does he avoid her and call for the comfort of that dead lover’s soul to come to him under the leaves of his heart tree? To tell her that he keeps his promise day by day to rear their son with the surname Snow without regard for his honor, despite that it has shamed her so? Is she so lacking that she is unable to comfort him and help him release his burdens in any way?

“Then I will wait for you. At Robb’s room, or in our chambers, your solar or the main hall…”

“You wish to speak something important with me?”

“Important?” she sighed annoyingly. “It’s not really anything of utmost importance, my lord. It’s just that… I had thought we could talk about anything else under the sun. Allow me to speak my mind, my lord but must a conversation with you need to entail something so important? Why can we barely have a casual talk? Why can’t I get to know more of you, Ned? While I deeply respect your religion, I do not understand why you have to remain so many hours with your heart tree when you do not have long prayers to recite like I do with the Seven. I do not just want to speak to you of political matters or any responsibilities. I just wish we could spend more leisure time, you and I, without Robb.” 

She prattled on to express all of her frustrations and she regretted it as soon as she finished expressing her point. Why had she said all those things? It was very demanding of her, which should never be. She had no right. She was supposed to do her duty, as the lady of Winterfell and his wife who should bear him more sons to carry on with the Stark legacy.  She was aware that they did not love each other. Perhaps, he’ll never learn to give his heart to her even after living together in this household for so many years. Yet she wouldn’t wish for her little Robb to have very distant parents. She had grown up blessed with such loving parents herself.

“I thought you would only wish to speak with me if it’s of any significance.” 

“Then it’s clear that we misunderstand each other mostly my lord and the root cause of it is that I am honestly intimidated by your silence. I confess that I find your it so disconcerting when you rarely speak because one thing I should remind you of is that I’m not a mind reader. I can’t always figure out what you are thinking or correctly construe your every gaze and gesture. I can count the few times when we truly had an enjoyable conversation, which only happened so fast and shortly when we shared playtime with Robb.” 

We never even talk in my bed after I let you enter into my body, satisfy your urge and get me with child. How am I supposed to know you if you avoid me this much?

She had accepted that her romantic fantasies had long died with Brandon. But missing her father and mother, thinking about all the wisdom they had given her about family, duty, honor and even marriage, she can’t help but to persist living up to the same expectations. 

Yes, I admit it. I want to be your best friend, Ned. Then as time would pass, you might learn to passionately love me just as much as you loved her. As for me, I have mourned enough for my beloved Brandon. Must we both remain in sorrow yearning for the love that we lost to come back to life? We can never have them back. I am your wife and you are my husband. I want to be loved the same way my father immensely loved my mother and I wish to give the same greatness of love to a good man and husband. I wish to fulfill my true happiness in you. Is that so impossible?

“I am very sorry. I do not mean to be such a quiet person”, he tilts his head down and continues, 

“I know it is a flaw on my part and I am glad you brought such concern to my attention. I was not aware that I had already made you so uncomfortable. It is the cold we have been born in that freezes our throats that make us men in the North utter such little words. As for spending spare time with you, I definitely would like to only if you ask it of me, if I do not intrude and I am welcome.”  

“You would always be welcome if you ask. But since you don’t want to ask then I will. So I will ask again, since we are no longer occupied by the day’s work, can we have some recreational time after your devotions, my lord?”

“Yes, my lady.” He bows his head with obedience. “Yet I have just realized and decided that I will pursue my devotions later or on another day. I now remember that there is something else that I want to show you.”

“And what would that be?” she started to become curious and a wee bit excited.

“Come with me first, Cat.” he managed to smile, but only in a twitch. It would be nice if he would smile and call her Cat more often. 

Ned had led the way. Winterfell was so vast and she had only lived in it for a nearly two years, but still she tends to lose track enough to pause along the middle of the path, or require further guidance of direction. She was behind for about two steps but he slowed down his walking so she could catch up to him and they would stand side by side. 

They arrived at a wide, circular area of empty ground with vines that crept the walls of the right tower and a few lemon trees that lined on the left side. It was a snowy summer, but the sunlight had crept from the clouds to illuminate this spot. 

“Since we are already here, I am going to tell you that I plan to build a Sept for you.” he said to her directly. 

“A Sept? For me?” She repeated to confirm if she had heard him. 

“Yes. Although, I am not certain how you would want your Sept to look like and so I’ve commissioned a southerner to design it but I think it best, that instead of surprising you, you should cooperate to implement your own standards for its structure.”

“Will it not offend the Northerners? A Sept for the new gods built within the territory of the old gods?” 

“It is intended for you, their highly respected lady. They would allow the establishment of this Sept, in high regard of you. As for the Old gods, they are not conquering gods. I respect your religion as much as you respect mine and therefore you shall have a proper place of worship like I have my godswood.” 

“I am most grateful, my lord.” She almost burst into tears out of overwhelming happiness for this gift. She fell speechless and anticipated for him to express his reasons why he was doing this for her. The next unexpected words would move her even more. 

“I would also acknowledge that I built this Sept because this is my manner of courting you, Cat. I want to get to know you deeper as well and I never thought you felt the same way until today.”

My lord husband wishes to court me to get to know me. What took you this long, Ned?

“We never had a proper courtship unlike you had with my brother Brandon. We had suddenly married at war and so soon after his death…. I…I have kept my distance to immerse myself in meditation because I still grieve for my family and I ought to give you time and space to grieve for him just as much. ”

So this is what it’s all about. You do not wish to get close to me because you believe I am still in love with Brandon. 

“My bereavement has long been spent.” she swallowed on her throat and focused her gaze upon him to prevent the horrid memories from returning to her consciousness. She then instantly remembered the foolishness she had done to distract him away from the heart tree she was secretly jealous of. 

“Forgive me for what I mentioned a while ago. It was inconsiderate of me to rebuke you of for your long period of prayer. I understand that you are still healing from all the tragedy that came upon you.” 

“There is nothing to apologize for. I thank you for your understanding.” he said softly. She could perceive the sadness in his voice and in his eyes. They would keep on praying for the souls of their dead loved ones. She would pray for Brandon’s but she will not live her entire life loving him. It would not make her happy to keep on wishing he were here with her. 

“We have both been through sufferings and we have no choice but to mend and live on. Yet I should have been wiser to also understand that different people undergo the phases of grief differently. As for courting me, I am very touched. I never imagined you would do it in this creative and benevolent fashion. It’s so sweet of you, Ned.” She could not hold herself back and so she took his pale hands. She pressed them to warm them, to let him feel she is reaching out to him. 

“You love it? That pleases me so.” He grinned as he clasped both of their hands together and stepped closer to her. “I hope to court you day by day as I build your Sept stone by stone.”

“From this day on I welcome your courtship, my lord. If this is the start of us forging our marriage, slowly and steadily, then I say yes to that.” She vowed as she looked up to his endearing, precious face that told her he is so eager to win her heart. What happened today, the present that was not bought but is yet to be formed was a sacred promise they truly intended.

I think I love him now. But I pray for it to even grow stronger. 

“Yes.” he gently tilted her face and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead. He loved her and he had bravely laid the first rock on the ground. 

#ned x cat #nedlyn #anon #asks #answer with a drabble #ned x catelyn #eddard stark #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #house stark

[damn-behzinga]

Baby Behzinga Meets Her Uncles

Ethan Payne X Reader

Summary- The Sidemen meet your month old daughter.

Warnings- Swearing, my shit writing, mentions of labour (?)

Masterlist

Ethan cradled your baby girl in his arms. A month ago, you had given birth to a beautiful baby girl and Ethan had been over the moon. You had waited until she was born to find out the gender and Ethan was ecstatic that he was going to be a dad. That day you and Ethan named the girl Abigail Ruth Payne. You hadn’t planned her but you and Ethan were always talking about kids so you weren’t upset when the news came out

Today was the day that the sidemen were going to meet your daughter for the first time. You had been pretty quiet of social media since birth. Ethan had released a statement saying she was born happy and healthy, weighing six pounds, eleven ounces. She was smaller than average babies but she was still perfect in your eyes.

Ethan passed Abigail over to you and smiled as you say down in the nursery chair. Ethan jogged to get the door and opened it to reveal all of his friends. They had big nervous smiles on their faces as they said their greetings.

"Nice dad beard, mate!" Simon commented, he was the only one holding a camera.

Ethan reached up and scratched his beard. "Yeah, she's keeping us busy." He chuckled lightly and moved aside so the men could walk in. After they took off their shoes, they individually reached to give him a hug.

"Congratulations, mate," Josh said. "Never thought you'd be the first one of us to have a baby."

Ethan beamed at his friends. "Want to meet her?" 

They all nodded eagerly and Ethan made his way to the nursery.

"Lads, I'd like you to meet Abigail Payne." He opened the door to see you cradling your little girl. Simon, Josh and Tobi squealed at the site of the new baby.

"Oh my God," Tobi whispered.

"She's so cute," Vik commented. Ethan took Abigail out of your arms so you could embrace the men as they whispered a series of 'congratulations'. Ethan looked down at his baby and smiled.

"Does anyone want to hold her? She's just finished playtime so she's ready to go!" Ethan asked, bouncing the girl in his arms slightly.

The men looked at each other, nervous energy bubbling around them.

"Can I?" Josh volunteered. 

"Of course." Ethan smiled as Josh sat down. "Make sure you support her head," Ethan commented as he passed the baby to Josh. Abigail gurgled slightly.

"Hey baby, this is your uncle Josh." You whispered and Josh melted.

"Hello, Abigail. I'm a sensible uncle." Josh joked, cooing slightly.

Ethan talked to the other men as you talked to Josh.

"So what swear words aren't we allowed to say?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you know. The usual. Fuck, shit, pussy, arse, cunt, twat." Ethan whispered.

JJ let out a small laugh. "Got it!"

"Does anyone else want to hold her?" You asked, smiling brightly at the men as they giggled.

"I am going to be real-" Harry said. "I'm scared I'll drop her."

"Harry, I promise you, you won't. I won't let you. I wouldn't offer you to hold her if I didn't trust you." Ethan said honestly. 

Harry nodded and smiled as he sat on the chair waiting for the baby to be placed in his arms.

"So, Abi, this is your uncle Harry," Ethan said softly, guiding Harry slightly on how to hold her.

"Hello there." Harry giggled softly.

JJ squatted next to the chair and put his finger out to tickle her tummy. Suddenly, her hand enveloped his pinkie finger.

"Mate, clearly I'm the favourite uncle," JJ commented, smirking proudly.

They sat peacefully for a few minutes when Abigail started to get fussy. Ethan swiftly took her out of Harry's arms and bounced her. She continued to cry as you passed Ethan a bottle and placed a bib on Abigail. Ethan continued to talk to his friends whilst feeding his daughter.

"You guys seem like naturals," Simon noted.

"Well I practised because I had my brother," You explained. "Ethan helped babysit my nieces and nephews to practice."

Ethan shrugged. "You're never ready. By surrounding ourselves with children helped us to ease into these situations. You know?"

Quickly, the bottle was finished and Ethan gently rested Abigail's head on his shoulder and patted her back to burp her. 

Ethan heard a small burp from Abigail and then a runny liquid goes down his top.

"That's grim, man!" JJ grimaced.

"You get used to it." Ethan shrugged.

Ethan passed you Abigail and wandered out the room to change his top.

You chatted to the men as Ethan got ready, joking and talking about labour.

"So, how was labour?" Vik had asked.

"Scary," You admitted. "Not only did I have to push this baby out of my vagina but she was born prematurely. Ethan was scared shitless but, lucky for us, she was okay. Only two weeks earlier then they expected."

"Jesus," Josh said.

"She's okay. My little baby." You cooed. "Ethan immediately took off his shirt when she was ready to go his chest. It was so funny. I was in recovery and he was giving the nurses a striptease." You let out a laugh alongside the men.

"Oh Ethan will be back to film in a few weeks, we're just trying to get into the swing of things."

"That's fine. You take as much time as you need." Simon said quickly.

"Who's met her already?" JJ asked.

"Um, our parents and my siblings. Our extended family have seen photos. We wanted it to be quiet before we have all our family come in and tell us what we're doing wrong." You chuckled.

"What are we talking about?" Ethan asked, walking in.

"How you gave the nurses a striptease!" Harry commented.

"No, I didn't!" Ethan exclaimed and he let out a yawn at the same time as Abigail.

"Father like daughter." JJ laughed.

"I think Abi needs a bit of tummy time with daddy." You smiled. Ethan nodded excitedly.

"This is my favourite activity!" He giggled.

Ethan moved towards the living room and sat down on the sofa as you passed him Abigail. He laid Abigail on his stomach and leaned back, stroking her head delicately.

The men awed at the sight of their friend peaceful with his daughter as they took a seat on the couches.

"This is like the stereotypical baby shot all the celebs do!" Tobi pointed out. JJ quickly pulled out his phone and took a few photos of Ethan.

"What's your favourite part about being a dad?" Simon asked.

"I think-" Ethan sighed lightly. "I think it's the knowledge that you created a little thing and you get to watch it grow up and explore the world. I'm going to be able to watch her go to school and meet new friends. I'm going to watch her fall over and scrape her knee and I'll be there to put a plaster on it. I'm going to watch her grow up. That's my favourite bit."

"Uh oh, daddy Ethan is getting sentimental on us!" Josh joked slightly.

"Harry, are you crying?" Vik asked.

"No!" Harry quickly wiped away his tears.

"We've got to get going!" Simon pointed out, looking at his watch.

"Yeah. Congratulations, mate." JJ hugged you and patted his friend's shoulder lightly and bent down to kiss Abigail's head. The other men followed as if they were the fairy godmothers from Sleeping Beauty.

The men closed the door behind them and smiled at each other. Ethan looked over at you in awe. He had gotten lucky with the women in his life and now he'd have another to add to the mix.

#ethan payne #behzinga #behzinga x reader #ethan payne x reader #ethan payne imagine #behzinga imagine #sidemen imagine #sidemen fanfiction #sidemen x reader #ethan payne fanfiction #behzinga fanfiction #behzinga fluff #ethan payne fluff #x reader

[isitgintimeyet]

Road To The Aisles

AO3

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Thanks for sticking with this story. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 15: An Ominous Objective

“It is a long way off, sir" 

"From what Jane?"

"From England and from Thornfield: and ___"

"Well?"

"From you, sir”

Charlotte Brontë - Jane Eyre

Jamie glared at the stationary traffic in front of him. Driving through Glasgow city centre at five on a Friday afternoon was definitely not on his list of favourite things to be doing. He loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. What he really wanted to be doing right now involved a glass of wine, a shower and a naked Claire. Actually, no, he corrected himself. What he really wanted was playtime with William and then, once the lad was asleep in his cot, the wine, shower and naked Claire.

The journey across the city to pick William up was a total pain, but at least Jamie knew it would be coming to an end once William started nursery. It was fortunate that the nursery he and Geneva had selected was midway between their respective homes. Jamie felt that was more by luck than judgement. Geneva would never have deliberately considered making it easier for him in any way. And if he hadn’t been contributing half towards fees, he doubted he would have had any input at all into nursery selection.

This ‘midway’ nursery had ticked all the boxes on Geneva’s extensive checklist and she had been suitably impressed by the calibre of the cars at pick up time. Jamie had been more concerned with the calibre of the nursery staff that would be caring for his son, but the nursery scored highly on all fronts.

As the red brake lights on the cars in front disappeared, Jamie crept forward, grinding to a halt after a couple of yards. He sighed loudly. Geneva was a stickler for good timekeeping, and if this traffic continued, he would be late and undoubtedly earn a ‘talking to’ on parental commitment. Still, it was worth any amount of ‘Geneva-isms’ to be able to spend time with his son.

He considered their plans for this weekend. Friday night was obviously taken care of (playtime, wine, shower, naked Claire). As Claire was working on Sunday, Jamie planned to take William swimming for the first time. He smiled at the thought of the cute swimming nappy, covered with brightly coloured fish, in the chest of drawers at home ready for his son. He hadn’t quite figured out the logistics of getting a five month old baby dry and dressed at the same time as getting himself dry and dressed, but assumed there were facilities at the swimming pool to cope with that.

Finally, the traffic started moving and Jamie pulled up outside Geneva’s house with three minutes to spare. Feeling slightly wrinkled and sweaty, he rang the doorbell.

“Hello, James.”

The sight of Louisa Dunsany caught Jamie off-guard.

“Louisa,” Jamie greeted her politely. “I didna realise ye were up here visiting.”

She looked him up and down, making him feel self-conscious about any possible sweat patches on his shirt. He pushed that thought from his mind. He was here to collect his son, not to be judged by the boy’s disagreeable grandmother.

“There’s no reason why you would know that. Geneva doesn’t have to notify you of her social calendar.”

Louisa stepped aside to allow Jamie into the hallway before leading him into the living room.

“Actually,” Louisa carried on talking over her shoulder. “I’m here to help Geneva out. She’s not here today, so I’ve been taking care of my grandson.”

Jamie rushed across the room to where William sat in his little seat. He quickly scooped him up and held him tightly, blowing loud raspberries against his son’s soft cheeks. William chuckled and grabbed a fistful of his father’s curls.

Louisa sniffed. “So that’s where he’s learnt that trick from, is it?”

There was no humour in her voice.

Jamie paid no attention and carried on entertaining William.

“She’s flown down to Manchester for the day,” Louisa spoke without prompting. “To discuss an exciting opportunity for her, moving forward.”

Jamie suddenly stopped tickling the baby and gave Louisa his full attention.

“What do ye mean?”

“Oh, may be nothing. We’ll just have to wait and see. I’ll go and fetch William’s cardigan. We don’t want him catching a chill.”

No amount of questioning on Jamie’s part could make Louisa provide any more information. He tried repeatedly as they headed to the front door but, for once, Louisa was as silent as the grave.

He drove slowly home, trying to focus on the road while William babbled and cooed in the back of the car. Louisa’s comment kept circling in his mind which, he supposed, had been her intention -- to turn a potentially innocent activity of Geneva’s into something for Jamie to worry and fret about. Which she has managed successfully, he told himself and tried to push those thoughts away and concentrate on his ongoing project of teaching William to say ‘dada’.

***********

Claire was waiting as he came into the house carrying William in his car seat.

“Any luck?” She asked, kissing the baby’s forehead.

“Nah, I kept repeating it but he wasna willing tae give it a go.”

“You know, when he does actually start saying ‘dada’, he won’t be referencing you, it’s just a sound.”

“Nah, ye’re wrong there, Sassenach. He kens his da and he’ll soon be calling fer me by name.”

Claire rolled her eyes and tutted. “Alright. Have it your way.”

Jamie deposited the car seat on the floor of the living room as Claire knelt and began undoing the straps securing William. Jamie settled himself on the sofa and watched for a moment, her face lighting up as William smiled contentedly at her, his fingers pulling at her lips. Laughing, she caught them in her mouth, pretending to eat them to the baby’s delight. Jamie’s stomach lurched, if anything should happen to change this arrangement...

“That bloody woman…” he blurted out.

“Geneva?”

“Nah, her bloody mother. She likes tae try and twist the knife whenever she can. She informed me today that she was minding William as Geneva had gone tae Manchester for an ‘exciting opportunity for her future’. What if it’s a job? What if Geneva’s planning tae move tae Manchester?”

Jamie stood up and began pacing.

“What if she’s trying tae take ma son away?” His voice grew louder and more agitated.  “I canna have that. He canna be 4 hours away from me.”

William’s eyes opened wide in shock at the unfamiliar cadence in his father’s voice and he suddenly let out a heartrending wail. Claire picked him up and rocked him, gently rubbing his back until his sobs subsided.

“Hush, hush,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s ok. Your Da didn’t mean to scare you.”

She glared at Jamie. “Jamie, voice, please.”

Jamie crouched next to Claire and stroked William’s head. “Sorry, lad. I dinna mean tae scare ye, it’s jes’... Claire, I couldna bear it.”

Holding William in one arm, Claire reached over to Jamie, pulling him onto the carpet next to her. She leant against his chest.

“James Fraser, that isn’t going to happen… for many reasons.”

Claire shifted William, his warm, chubby body nestled between herself and Jamie. She batted the baby’s hand gently away from her mouth as she tried to carry on talking.

“First of all, this is Louisa, who will say anything to try and get a reaction from you. For all you know, Geneva could have gone to Manchester to meet a friend. Second of all, Geneva will be back at work in a couple of weeks. Perhaps she had to go down to meet with a client. Thirdly, even if it is a new job there’s such a thing as remote working and...”

“And?” Jamie prompted.

“And I think we talk to John, get his advice… talk to Ned.”

“So ye do think she’s planning tae leave?” Jamie pulled his son closer to him.

“Noooo, well, we don’t really know, but it does no harm in being prepared. In the hospital, we have plans for major incidents -- evacuations, that type of thing. We never have to use them, but they’re there just in case. Consider it like that. Why not invite John around tomorrow for coffee and we can talk it through?”

“Aye, happen ye’re right. I’ll give John a call when William’s asleep.” Jamie paused for a moment and watched his son, now tugging on Claire’s hair. “She wouldna be so cruel, would she?”

**************

With William fast asleep in his cot, Jamie poured himself a glass of wine and sat down to make some phone calls.

The first call went directly through to voicemail. “Geneva, it’s Jamie. Call me back please… urgently.”

Claire came to sit beside him. “She may think there’s a problem with William from that message.”

“Let her worry, she’s made me do enough of that over this past year.” Jamie pulled a face then looked across at Claire. “Ok, ok. I’ll send her a text tae say William is fine.”

Jamie put the phone onto speaker for the next call.

“John, Hello. How ye doing, man?”

“Hi, John.”

“Hello, Jamie, Claire. I’m not doing too bad, thanks. Bit achy after our gym session last night, though. You up for another round? I thought you had William this weekend.”

“Aye, we do. Nah, it’s no’ about the gym. Are ye around fer coffee and a chat tomorrow morning? We may have a bit of a problem.”

“I’m free for coffee but let me guess… Geneva?”

“However did ye ken?” Jamie gave a humourless laugh and grimaced. “Aye, we think Geneva went fer a job interview in Manchester. What if she wants tae move away? Tae Manchester? She canna take ma son away, there must be laws, something we can do.”

“Jamie, don’t panic.” John’s voice was calm, reassuring. “There are things you can do. Hopefully it won’t come to that, but you’re right to find out the options early.”

“Lessons learnt, John… lessons learnt. Well, thanks for that. See ye tomorrow, about ten, aye?”

“Bye Jamie, Claire. I will be expecting those good croissants, by the way.”

The phone call ended, Jamie breathed a huge sigh.

Claire could still feel the tension in Jamie’s body, the muscles clenched tightly. She ran her fingers over the hard lines of his shoulders and neck, her hands seeking out the knots caused by Louisa’s intimations. Jamie groaned in pleasure as her thumbs massaged a particularly tender spot.

Her hands stopped their movements. “Listen. Why don’t you go and have a long, hot shower? Let the water get rid of all that tension.”

Jamie didn’t really need any time to think about this suggestion. His plans for the evening, originally scuppered by Louisa, now seemed to be falling back into place - he’d had a fun evening with his son, there was a glass of wine in his hand, he was about to take a long, hot shower. There was just one part of the plan missing.

He reached over his shoulder and grabbed Claire’s hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“There’s jes’ one more thing I need fer the shower…”

“What’s that?”

“A naked lady in there with me… ye ken anyone who can oblige?”

“You go upstairs. I’m sure I know someone who’s willing to help out.”

Jamie turned and kissed Claire’s mouth. A kiss, tender at first but building in passion and intensity. She pulled away.

“Go on, get the shower running. I’ll be up to join you.”

At the doorway, Jamie hesitated.

“Dinna be too long, Sassenach. Ye dinna want me tae start without ye.”

#outlander fan fiction #outlander fanfic #Road To The Aisles #Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #chapter 15

[ladleposts]

Pancakes

All about Sayuri's favourite food.

Notes:

This is another ficlet about Obito and my OC, Sayuri. And I guess her parents too! Minor spoilers for my long-running fic, Sayuri.

Uzumaki Yumi didn’t always cook.

In her youth, she is too busy running through the waves, like lots of children her age, or rolling about in the long grass, much to the despair of her mother, who moans about the stains.

In kunoichi lessons she listens eagerly when the teacher talks about flowers and ikebana, and her arrangements are often touted as fine examples of work.

For cookery she gets an acceptable pass. Edible. Nothing to write home about.

“Hmm,” the teacher chews thoughtfully, “a little tough. Needs more salt.”

“I don’t see what I need to cook for,” she retorts, “I can just buy from the store.”

“And what stores will you find in the middle of the field?”

“Well, uh, I’ll find one,” she replies, cheeks warm.

And then, the war starts, so she is dodging smoke bombs and projectiles, and finding the best way to patch up wounds when there is no medic nearby, and eating riceballs and protein bars on the go.

But sometimes protein bars are not enough and she has to learn how to cook, so if her teammates, her friends are to survive to the evening, they sure wouldn’t die from food poisoning.

And then, as the city crumbles, fleeing with her husband, Kenta, who says nothing of the subpar stews that she concocts, although she sees how he grimaces as he chews his way through overcooked venison.

At a civilian village in the Land of Fire, she sees a poster at the village hall.

‘Home cooking class, for all your family needs by Pan Keiko.’

“Do you want to have a go?” Kenta says, once he had doubled back after seeing his wife was not behind him, “We could stop here for a while.”

“We can’t,” Yumi shakes her head, already pulling away, “it’s far too expensive. We only have so much, and it’s got to last. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?”

“What’s wrong with right here? It seems safe enough.”

“Well, if you think so...”

“Besides you’ll be needing to eat well soon enough, for the little one,” he touches her stomach, at the subtle swell of her belly underneath her clothes.

“If you’re sure…”

“Go on,” he finishes with a kiss to her cheek, “ I’ll find a place for us to stay.”

The class consists of making a katsu curry from scratch, and, surprisingly, pancakes.

Yumi is sure her curry sauce doesn’t taste quite right, and finds herself growing increasingly flustered as she tries to fix it with the numerous spices available.

Here dear,” the elderly woman leans over from the table next to her, and works adding a bit of this and a bit of that—so it resembles something closer to the example.

“Thank you,” Yumi replies easily, “I shall have to remember more how to do the blends.”

“You’re welcome dear. But between you and me, you can easily just buy the packet roux from the shops. It tastes just as good. Of course Keiko would argue differently.”

“So you know Pan-san do you?” Yumi asks as they prepare the ingredients for pancakes. It is an odd choice, but Yumi is glad that the recipe seems simple enough.

“Oh we go way back. But what about you? You come from far?”

“We were just passing through,” Yumi says guardedly. This elderly lady looks kindly enough, but they can never be too careful.

“Little one on the way?”

“Oh, yes,” Yumi confirms, consciously putting her arm protectively over her stomach. She is barely showing and this lady has noticed already?

“It’s nice when they’re small,”  the lady muses, “I take care of my grandson. Growing lad he is, I seem to forever find myself getting more food for him. Always getting himself in trouble, fighting with his friends. But what can I do? I just make sure he’s got enough, and he’s happy, it’s the best I can do.”

Yumi nods and smiles, hoping to herself that there will not be too much trouble ahead for her child.

—

Uchiha Rina arrives home to Konoha late that evening. Her grandson is waiting on the steps, still in his mission gear, which looks rather like it need a wash. He scrambles to his feet when he sees her.

“Grandma you’re back! You should let me escort you going that far!”

“Pah!” She brushes off his hand trying to help her in—she was proud of her grandson for always being so caring, always willing to give a hand, but she is hardly an invalid—”I’m perfectly fine thank you! The road’s safe enough.”

The next morning Rina tries out the pancake recipe, seeing if she can replicate what she had done in the class.

Her grandson comes down the stairs sniffing the air. He had taken a shower thankfully, as evidenced by his hair being more unruly than it usually was. Rina always had to resist the urge to tame his locks, as whenever she tried to get a hairbrush near him, he would squirm away with a wail of “Grandma!”

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying out this recipe I got from Keiko. If you stay and help you might get some.”

“Oh no thanks! I gotta train! Gotta work hard and then I can finally beat Kakashi!”

“Rin might like it if you cooked something like these for her.” Perhaps it is a little devious, but Rina is fond of Rin. She is a good influence on him. This...rivalry with Kakashi, she had hoped it was harmless childhood play, but it had only amplified once Obito had become genin.

She does worry about him.

“Oh yes, I guess she might!” Obito exclaims, interest piqued by the mention of Rin and jumps in to help.

“Well you do it like this, that’s it, and pour the batter carefully, you’ve got to do the—watch it Obito!”

—

The village isn’t suitable after all. No housing available that isn’t an extortionate amount of money.

“I’m sorry Yumi,” Kenta says, holding her in his arms.

—

The rainy village of high rise buildings admittedly wouldn’t have been Yumi’s first choice, but it is a welcome refuge, especially when her stomach is already considerably swollen.

“Everyone’s welcome here,” they say.

And two weeks later, she gives birth to her daughter in the room of a worn and busy hospital.

Yumi sings to her daughter in the tiny cramped apartment, rocking Sayuri in the sling as she  giggles and grabs fistfuls of her hair.

It is worse when she is mobile, as she climbs over all the furniture and Yumi has to keep an eye on her at all times. She has to arrange the bulk of her cooking while Sayuri is taking a nap and then make sure to oversee as she eats from her highchair, feeding herself pancake clumsily with a fork in her pudgy little hands.

One day Sayuri manages to clamber onto the sill and knock down the vase of irises there. Yumi jumps to save it, but of course, it is too late, and she silently mourns the casualty.

Sayuri is blissfully unaware of the consequences of her actions and sits there in her napkin clad bottom, waving her little fingers.

“Buhbye.”

Kenta bursts into laughter.

“You saying bye-bye to the flower Sayuri-chan?”

She stops in her waving, looks up wide-eyed at her father, and sticks her fingers in her mouth.

But then that place too becomes unsafe and once again,  they have to flee.

Yumi is almost in tears as the skies burn, holding on tightly to her husband’s hand, Sayuri held close against her as they escape.

“Kenta, we can’t keep on running, please!”

They flit from place to place and when they hide in the cramped backroom of a store, the owner having caught sight of them and ushered them in, Yumi feeds Sayuri with cold bits of pancake to distract her, silently praying she will not cry.

Eventually, they find a place where they could rest.

It is safe. Safe and normal. It comes with a price. Renounce your old lives. Forget everything you have come from. Your family, your heritage. Shinobi create conflict. They are banned.

“Yes, of course, we’re just a simple civilian family. We just want a good life for our daughter.”

She can have the garden of her dreams. Roses and bluebells and chyransatheums and hydrangea.

Sayuri plays in the dirt, scooping up fistfuls of mud and forming them into flat discs.

“Pancakes! I’m making pancake!”

When she tires  of playtime, she runs to her mother.

“Mummy? Can I have some pancakes?”

“Sayuri-chan, you cannot have pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“When I grow-up I will,” says Sayuri with all the wisdom of a four year old.

—

Obito learns to make pancakes properly eventually, after a few mishaps.

Rin and Kakashi come round after one failed baking session.

“Oh, Obito-kun, what are you making?”

“N-nothing!” Obito lies, glad that he has hidden the burned offerings.

Kakashi sniffs the air pointendly.

“Smells like burning.”

“Shut up Bakakashi!”

“You two! Come on, I got popcorn from the store. Let’s watch this movie.”

Some weeks later he manages to produce something edible and presents it to Rin, eagerly waiting for her reaction.

She takes a bite.

“Hey, these are pretty good! Thanks Obito.”

He tries to play it cool, though his palms are sweating.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Rin. How he loves her.

—

“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Sayuri-chan. Pancakes, your favourite.”

The child shakes her head.

“My tummy hurts,” she complains.

At the parent-teacher meeting, Kubo-sensei talks about Sayuri’s behaviour.

“Sayuri is a very vivacious young girl, we are only concerned where she is spending her energy. Does she practice her needlework at home?”

“Oh yes, I make a point of homework before play,” Yumi replies. She will not be seen as an incompotent mother.

“Of course. Just to make sure, your daughter does know the law of the village? We all abide by the rules.”

“You understand, don’t you Sayuri-chan?”

“Yes,” Sayuri says quickly, looking downcast.

Sayuri keeps up her subdued demeanour on the walk home.

“Are you okay? Did you want to speak to Kubo-sensei about something?”

“No mummy, I’m fine.”

—

It would be easy to just order ready made meals and takeaway, so long as she gets some form of sustenance. He doesn’t have to pay that much attention to her. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t wither away, not until she’s fulfilled her purpose

It won’t hurt to indulge, just a bit.

He makes the goofy, clumsy persona for her.

He fools around, going to drop the whisk and catching it at just the right moment, speaking in that childish voice, dancing around the kitchen.

She laughs easily at it, a childish giggle that softens the edges of his heart, just a bit. If he has a heart, that is.

“Welcome to Tobi’s pancake cookery class.”

She grins delightedly, eyes wide in childish curiosity.

She pushes the whisk around with a grim determination, pulling on all the strength from her inner core, which is not a lot. He has to take the bowl from her after to combine the ingredients properly.

Of course, she insists on flipping the pancakes herself and Obito has to navigate the delicate balance of catering to her innocent demands and not allowing her to injure herself. It’s all for the long game of course. Seeing her expression turn to sugar-induced delight is not any indication that he actually. He just has to do enough, to get her to trust him completely.

Yes, a little bit of indulgence won’t hurt.

When it becomes evident she is not what he thought, he vows not to have anything to do with her. Oh, he could keep her, as another foot soldier, she is obedient enough, but best not to pay any mind to her. Best not pay any mind to the small ache he feels when she avoids his gaze, pulling on her long sleeves.

—

When she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, he automatically goes to crack the eggs and stir in the milk and the flour.

What the hell is he doing? He isn’t meant to do this. She is nothing, nothing.

And she is everything.

She forgives him of course, far too easily.

He watches her as she pushes the food around her plate, looking towards nothing.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

At his words, she looks up at him, and for a moment the vacant expression flickers to something akin to what she would look at her childhood teacher with, before it reverts to a neutral expression. She takes a very small bite.

At night he can hear her crying.

—

She lazes on the sofa, feet up on the arm, munching something from a paper cone. He looks at the packaging and sees it’s from the new crȇpe stand she had been talking about earlier.

“They’re alright,” she says, “Yours are much better.”

She pivots, feet hitting the floor, then she stands, and her face gets very close.

“They’re sweet. Like you.”

Her smiles are becoming less of a child and more those of a woman.

—

She watches him often as he cooks, insisting that she could help. He decides to keep her far away from the stove, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to peer over his shoulder. She pokes at the batter and licks it off her finger. He takes the bowl from her and she pouts at that, then moves onto the syrup bottle, eating it by the spoon.

He grimaces; how could you like that much sugar?

She grins in that impish way of hers.

“Are you going to save any of that for your pancakes?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

She nestles in his lap, eating with her fingers, and every other bite she would pass up bits to his mouth. They are sickly sweet, although he is not sure if that is to do with her own preference, or the way his tastebuds have matured.

She licks the remnants from her fingers so that in the end she is very sticky. He has to insist she wash her hands afterwards to which she does under protest, berating him for bossing her around.

She kneels between his legs and he has to struggle to keep his moans quiet. One hand is between her own legs, fiddling with herself before she sinks down atop him.

She latches herself onto his neck, and not for the first time, Obito is grateful he wears things with high collars.

They sleep together peacefully for once.

—

He knows it has been a difficult mission, for she ends up in hospital afterwards. When she is let out she insists that she is fine. She follows the rule about not showing emotion as a shinobi to the letter and often tries to hide her feelings even when they are in private. Part of it is his own doing, he knows that. And although he could reassure her that it was perfectly okay for her to show her emotions more readily, he cannot force her.

He could hardly lecture her on it given his own track record.

Giving her the once over with his sharingan he deduces that she is mostly okay, although he feels that at least one night or two more in the hospital might have benefitted her. He does not voice his concerns though as the last time he did it had not gone well at all.

“So you don’t want me here do you,” she accuses, and flounces off.

“It is not that. I’m just thinking after your health.”

“Oh,” she blinks, and has the grace to look embarrassed, “But I like being with you.”

He can’t help but smile at that and resigns himself to let her have her way.

That night,she sobs into him as he holds her and strokes her hair. He does not ask about any details, and she does not tell him.

“Can I have something to eat?” She asks quietly after she is more settled.

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Pancakes.”

He nods and heads down to the kitchen to prepare, her trailing along behind.

Pancakes it is.

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