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aliceinborderlandscrolls · 1 year

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Chishiya Shuntarō x reader

I wanted to marry you…

Angst / Fluff

I stared up at the ceiling, small cracks breaking along it.

Five hours lying in this bed and I was still unable to get any rest. I felt restless from the adrenaline that the spade game Chishiya and I were forced to play earlier. Those people in those horse masks… They were just like us, like everyone put here.

Trying to survive just another day.

I placed my hand over where my heart was, feeling it pump faster than normal. It was as if those moments followed me like as shadow even after the event had already passed. It was those moments that played in my head of Chishiya almost… If he had been a second late in dodging those bullets… I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. I couldn’t bare the thought of surging this world without him. He was the only thing keeping me going. In his cold distant snarky way, he was what kept me from ending it all in this demolished world.

I glanced over to the familiar mop of hair, dark natural locks beginning to appear from his roots. I thought it looked nice with blonde he bleached his hair with. I wondered why he chose to bleach his hair in the real world… More so what he looked liked before with his natural.

Light snores came past his lips as he slept peacefully beside me. I could almost laugh at how much of a child he looked, but he was also seemed so peaceful…

A frown settled on my lips. How could he sleep with such ease? Would anything in this world affect him? To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him distraught after any game, immediately falling a sleep with little to no effort.

He looked as if he hadn’t just come back from a life or death situation.

It was his nonchalance about his own life that worried me the most and I wondered what it would take for him to finally break through his carefree facade…

But, my word does he look beautiful…

I don’t think I have ever seen a man so handsome in my life and here he appeared, at a beach with his lucky white jacket. It was by chance that we met. The memory bringing a smile to my face. The spilt strawberry drink on his shorts was on my behalf.

“I’m so sorry!” I panicked, kneeling down to clean up the mess.

“You don’t need to apologize. He bumped into you.” He stated referring to one of the drunk players with a yellow beach shirt.

“Still… This is your first day here and I’ve already left you with an unpleasant memory.” I sighed when the stain wouldn’t come out.

“This entire world is an unpleasant memory.” He replied, “You however, are interesting.”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed, “I am?”

“You’re close to the hatter. Either you’re related or something more.” He stated, completely ignoring the way I was spreading the stain on his shorts instead of fixing it.

I shook my head at the misconception, “No, there’s nothing going on between us.” I made a face of disgust, “Hatter and Aguni took me in… We arrived to this world at the same time.” I stopped trying to fix what I had done looking up at him, “I wouldn’t be anywhere without them. I owe them my life.”

“Seems like everyone here owes someone their life.” He answered, “You however, owe me a new pair of shorts.”

“I’ll get you one tomorrow, I promise!” I stuttered.

It was the nonchalance in his voice as he spoke words that rang true and it was that moment I knew I would eventually fall for him.

I couldn’t take the looming silence snaring its way around me. Images past through my mind of all the games I have played since waking up here… All the bodies I have seen… The lives I couldn’t save… My life that I put first.

“Chishi?” I whispered the nickname I gave him ever since the first time I felt something more than friendship towards him.

I still remember the look he gave me, but he said nothing about it none the less.

His arms pulled tighter around his pillow, facing me. I wanted to chuckle at how he looked so much like a child with his face squished by the puffy thing.

“Chish…” I whispered again, a small smile appearing on my face.

He grunted in acknowledgment, refusing to open his eyes.

“In the real world, would you still want what we have?” I asked, referring to the two of us.

“Don’t be stupid.” Was all he replied, ready to go back to sleep.

I stared at the ceiling with a huff, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” He replied.

I rolled over to face him, my face resting against my clasped hands as I took a breathe to say the question I’ve been thinking about.

“Chishi…” My voice trailed off with nerves, “Would you still want to date me?”

“No.” He answered after a short moment.

My heart deflated as a thousands needles stabbed at it. He seemed to be so brutally honest leaving no room for debate. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, his voice nonchalant. I think that made it worse. After all we’ve been through… He felt nothing for me? Couldn’t he want to at least try?

Has he just been bored and I was only good enough to appease his lack of entertainment?

The only thing I could form out of my mouth was a quiet, “Oh…” As I settled back into bed.

How am I supposed to sleep after that? Should I… Leave? Maybe Kuina would let me spend the night at her place.

Before I couldn’t get up he spoke again, this time a small smirk on his face. It was as if he knew the turmoil that was going on inside my head. A game he enjoyed to play.

“I would want to marry you.” He stated. His eyes still closed, but content nonetheless.

A smile made with pink cheeks followed by my giggle as I fell into his honeyed words. I quickly snuggled into his side. He already had his arm moved away to make room for me of course.

Chishiya seemed to always knowing what my reaction will be as if he could read me like a book… Magbe he could.

His arm was raised only slightly, but enough so that I could fit into his side like a missing piece to his difficult puzzle.

“You would marry me, hm?” I smiled into his chest.

The only sound that came from him was a muffled, “Mm.”

“My husband… A doctor. I like the sound of that. Especially of you saving lives and helping people.”

“Of course you would. You’re a sap.” He stated.

“Maybe I am, but only for you.” I mused as I traced circles into his shirt, “And I wouldn’t care for a fancy ring either. I would want it to be something as simple and true as our love.”

I couldn’t help the way my heart leaped in my chest or the fluttery feeling that appeared from the thoughts of marrying him. Those feelings pushed aside the fear and heartache that came with the borderlands. It pushed them far away, leaving me in a bliss by the name of love.

“Mrs. Chishiya. I like the sound of that.” I mumbled.

“Hush. I’m trying to sleep.” He muttered.

“Goodnight Mr. Chishiya.” I giggled.

He amused me by saying those few words that had me ailing like an idiot, “Goodnight Mrs. Chishiya.”

My hands clutched onto his shirt as he held onto my side, the two of us falling into a blissful sleep.

If you loved me that much Shuntarō, why would you betray me like this?

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theferricfox · 11 months

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Here's a cute little drabble for Momma Kuchel's birthday. I don't even know how I managed to punch this out so fast considering I've had so much writer's block lately that I could build a damned house with it.

“Hey, Ma?”

“Yes, darling?” Kuchel responds from the small bathroom adjoining their room. She brushes out her long, dark hair with an old horse-hair brush – the handle crumbling into splinters.

Levi sits on the edge of the bed, his chubby little legs dangling over the edge. He rocks them back and forth, leaning back to balance himself on the flat of his palms. He looks pensive – so serious for so small a face that it’s laughably adorable – as he watches his mother sort out her tangles.

“When’s your birthday, Ma?” Levi asks.

Kuchel pauses and sets down her hairbrush. She turns and walks to her son, kneeling on the half-rotten floor so she can be near eye-level with him.

“Why do you ask, angel?” she cups his cheeks and playfully squeezes, making giggles erupt from his lips.

“Well, we celebwate my birfday,” Levi says through the squish she’s made in his face. “But we neveh celebwate yoahs.”

Kuchel smiles softly and stands, picking him up along the way. She sways, humming a song as she thinks. She remembers that she was born in spring, but days bleed together down here. She wouldn’t know when the first of the month was if she didn’t get harassed to pay her room fee.

“Well,” she sings with a smile. “I am pretty sure it’s today.”

“Today?!” Levi nearly jumps from her arms at the news. “We gotta get you a sweet!”

Levi wriggles in her grasp eagerly.

“Down! Down!” he calls out.

When she sets him down, Levi rushes to the door of their room, standing on the very tips of his toes to pull at the handle.

“Levi, where are you going?” Kuchel chuckles as she pulls open the door and watches him shoot down the hallway, his bare feet slapping against the wood of the hallway.

“I’m gonna get you a sweet!” he calls back, halfway down the hall.

“Not without your shoes, mister man!” she calls back.

When Levi turns, she bends down to pick his shoes up and dangle them in front of her. He rushes back, twisting his feet into the tattered shoes as she slips her own on and stuffs a small wad of bills into her bra. The pair ready to go, Levi tugs on his mother’s dress.

“C’mon c’mon!”

Kuchel lets Levi lead her out and into the street, and although he clambers clumsily over the deep wheel tracks in the dirt roads, he resists being picked up and carried, wanting instead to guide her to the market. She has to gently remind him of the next turn a time or two, and when they arrive at the market street, he darts forward, his destination apparently firmly in mind.

She follows him to a small bakery stall where they usually buy their bread.

“Miss Caroleeeene!” Levi shouts, holding onto the table of the stall. His mop of black hair barely peeks over the edge, despite him standing on the tips of his toes.

“Caroline, darlin’,” Kuchel corrects gently as she approaches.

“Miss Caroleene,” Levi says, ignoring his mother. “I need a sweet please!”

Caroline, with bright golden hair and brilliant green eyes, leans over to smile at Levi.

“Well, hello, Levi dear. You need a sweet you say?”

“Yeah! It’s Ma’s birthday! I need a sweet to surprise her with!” Levi says eagerly, seemingly heedless of the meaning of a surprise.

“Well, that is a cause for celebration!” Caroline says warmly. “I just so happen to have this little cake that I think has your Momma’s name on it!”

Caroline leans over the counter to Kuchel and says, “I couldn’t get any milk, but I did get some eggs. Sugar’s kind of scarce right now too, so it’s not very sweet, hun.”

Kuchel waves her off and smiles.

“It’s no problem.”

“Ma!” Levi shouts. Kuchel sees him holding up one tiny hand, palm up. “Can I borrow some money real quick?”

Kuchel laughs and pulls a few bills out and hands them to Levi. He spins around and hands the bills to Caroline. The baker adds a few rolls of bread to the bag with the cake, takes the money and gives most of it back to Levi.

“That’s your change, darlin,” Caroline says. When Kuchel looks up at her with questioning look, she winks and says, “Happy birthday, Kuchel.”

Kuchel can’t help the small tears that come to the edges of her eyes as Levi spins around, money in hands and says, “That’s your change, Ma!” She whispers a quiet thank you to Caroline as Levi takes the bag and starts back to their room.

“What’s in the bag, honey?” Kuchel asks, playing along with Levi’s game from the stall.

“It’s a secret surprise!” Levi declares, hugging the bag close.

“Okay, then,” she says with a laugh.

She watches as Levi navigates them most of the way back to their room by himself, needing a gentle push in the right direction only once. Once back indoors, he scuttles down the hallway, calling behind him excitedly.

“Ma! Ma come quick I have a secret surprise for you!”

“I’m coming, angel!” she calls back. She tries to ignore sounds of moans, cries, and creaking beds from the other rooms as she passes by them on the way to her own.

Once back in their room and their shoes off, Levi urges Kuchel to sit on the floor with him, where he has already pulled out the small crate they use as a table, the bag sitting next to it. She does, a smile pasted onto her lips.

“Happy birthday, Ma! Happy happy birthday Ma!” Levi sings. He digs into the bag and places the small cake – the appearance of which resembles a large cracker more than a cake, onto the small cloth that serves as a plate. “Ta-da! Surprise I got you a sweet!”

Kuchel reaches over and pulls Levi into her lap, showering his face in kisses.

“Oh, thank you, my darling. What a wonderful birthday surprise you’ve given me.” She holds him close, tears in her eyes. “I have the very best son in the world.”

Levi squirms in her arms, reaches down and picks a piece off the cake and holds it against her lips.

“You gotta make a wish when you eat it okay?” Levi says, suddenly very serious. “And you gotta wish really hard or it won’t come true.”

Kuchel makes a show of closing her eyes and scrunching her face up, thinking of a wish before she opens her mouth wide and grabs Levi’s whole hand in a big, playful bite. The act makes him squeal in surprise and they fall into a fit of giggles as they finish off the cake together.

“What did you wish for, Ma?” Levi asks as he licks crumbs from his fingers.

“Now, that’s a secret just for me,” Kuchel whispers into another hug.

I wish for my boy to live long and in the light.

#kuchel ackerman #levi ackerman #ferricfox writes

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ilguna · 2 years

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☼ momma (Rick Grimes) ☼

summary; When Judith cries for comfort, you’ll always respond, no matter what she calls you.

request; Hi :) I have a walking dead request for Rick! The reader takes care of Judith a lot and Judith starts calling her ‘momma’ when she starts talking which makes Rick realize he’s in love ❤️ Tysm

warnings; swearing, kinda angst/fluff. s5ep10 spoilers.

wc; 1.8k

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The feeling in your feet went away a couple days ago, right around the same time the car ran out of gas. It went from fifteen people—sixteen if you want to count Judith—being squished together inside of the van, to walking on foot. You’re not sure which situation you’d prefer to be in anymore; absolutely no personal space, or the numbness in your toes.

The good news is that it seems that spring has just begun, the sun isn’t as baking as it would normally be. Still, walking hours in the sun will have its effects on you anyway, especially when all water is being redirected to the kids first to make sure they survive.

As far as you can tell, Judith’s okay. She’s got her head rested against your shoulder, awake but staring at nothing in particular. You watered her only an hour ago, the only thing you’re worried about right now is a sunburn. You halfway joked to Rick that you guys should invest in an umbrella to keep the sun off of her. He didn’t even consider the idea.

To be fair, no one’s really talked in the last hour or so. Most eyes are on the road ahead, judging how much further you’ll have to go. The answer varies, sometimes Rick comes up with an idea, it just doesn’t last longer than a day. He wants to keep heading north, and hopes that you all run across water or food on the way.

No one’s said anything to object to the idea, but you wonder how many of them think that it’s false hope. Or that he’s driving you all closer to your deaths by moving on without a second thought. And you’ve asked questions, looking for small answers if you can’t get the real ones. It’s like he knows what you’re looking for and doesn’t want to confirm your thoughts.

Glenn offers you water, you wave him off. You’re not thirsty, you’d rather save it for someone who needs it. Judith’s got her own supply that you’re holding onto, so you pull out the sippy cup and offer it to her. Glenn moves onto Daryl instead, but he doesn’t take it.

“Tell ‘em I’m looking for water.” He mutters, veering off into the left. Abraham raises his eyebrows before taking a swig of the alcohol that he found the other day. When he catches your eye, he offers you the bottle.

“I’ll pass.” you say, sticking the sippy cup back into the straps of your belt, “Maybe later.”

“Won’t have some then.”

“Exactly.”

You can feel the sun slowly easing off your back, making you look up. Clouds, more grey than usual, are beginning to block the sun. If you��re lucky, it'll rain. The only problem is that you haven’t been lucky in a long time.

“Something’s in the road.” Carol murmurs, you look ahead again.

She’s right, a small cluster of plastic. When the wind blows, only the paper sticking out between the plastic moves, meaning that they’re full of something. You all start to walk a little faster, whether you mean to or not. The eagerness of the possibilities that could be in there.

Rick reaches it first, but he doesn’t make a move to grab anything, only stares at the gallons of water that’re in front of you guys. And the note that’s attached to the water, with only three words on it, “From a friend.”

“Well,” Tara says, moving around to get a better look.

“Sounds like a load of horse shit to me.” Abraham looks at his bottle to see how much is left, and then presses it to his lips to take another drink. Rosita only glares.

Rick finally pulls the note off of the water jug, pressing his lips together as he reads it again. He turns to face you guys, and then looks up at you.

You shake your head, although you don’t think he’s going to suggest trying it out, anyway. After everything you guys have been through. After the prison attack and being overrun to the cannibals at Terminus, there is no fucking way you’re going to get taken out by poisoned water. You’d rather die of dehydration before drinking some random ass water in the middle of the road.

Supposedly from a friend, who’s nowhere to be seen.

The sound of rocks crunching beneath boots makes everyone turn, on alert. It’s only Daryl, he’s got his crossbow slung over his shoulder, looking between you all. You move aside to allow Rick to pass, giving Daryl the paper.

Daryl pulls the crossbow off his shoulder, looking around.

“What else are we going to do?” Tara asks.

“Not this.” Rick says, “We don’t know who left it.”

“If that’s a trap, we already happen to be in it.” Eugene says, he’s staring directly at the water. Rick stops next to you, touching Judith’s face for a second to make sure she’s okay. “But I, for one, would like to think it is indeed from a friend.”

“What if it isn’t? They put something in it?”

Eugene doesn’t care, moving forward to grab a bottle. Tara and Rosita yell at him, but he’s already uncapping it, “Quality assurance.” He manages to get the bottle to his lips before Abraham slaps it out of his hands without a word.

“We can’t.” Rick says.

Nothing else can be said before the sound of rumbling thunder begins. You raise your head to look at the clouds again, and only a few seconds later does rain start pouring down. You cup your hand, watching as a pool slowly begins to form, relief filling your body.

“Momma.”

The voice is quiet, you can hardly hear her over the rain, but it’s enough for you to remember that you’re carrying Judith. The last thing you need is for her to catch a cold because she’s unprotected. With one hand you readjust the girl in your arms, using the other to untie the jacket that you have around your waist.

It’s a little difficult to get around Judith, she works with you as well as a toddler possibly can. And to help finalize what you’ve done, Carl places the hat on the top of her head, like an umbrella.

You look up at Rick to find he’s already staring at you and Judith, “We should find someplace.”

Rosita and Tara are lying on the road, laughing. Gabriel looks up at the sky, you think you can see tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry, my Lord.”

Rick moves towards the backpacks on the ground, digging through it. He wants to get rainwater first, you can’t blame him. You’ll all be paying the price for a sick baby later on though, so you’re not really seeing the appeal of water anymore. There has to be some sort of structure around that’ll keep you out of the rain, at the very least.

“Everybody get the bags. Anything you can find.” He says, Abraham moves to help him, “Come on.”

Bottles, bowls, everything that can catch water is laid out. Judith begins to fuss in your arms, making you rub her back to show her some comfort. It’s the thunder that has to be scaring her, making her grab your shirt.

“Rick!” You shake your head, motioning to the sky.

The clouds are only getting darker as they pass overhead. There’s got to be some nightmare that’s waiting to happen. Rick makes a face, like he doesn’t want to give up the potential water but he knows that you’re right. It’s too much of a risk now, the lightning could be dangerous.

“We’ve got to keep moving!” Rick shouts.

The smiles slowly seem to go away when they register what Rick’s said. He comes closer to you, once again checking on Judith, and then Carl.

“There’s a barn!” Daryl yells over the thunder.

“Where?”

The empty water bottles and bowls are promptly picked up again. Rick’s about to leave the ‘from a friend’ jugs behind when Michonne suggests they take it anyway. He caves, and Daryl begins to lead the way through the woods and to the barn, which isn’t very far away.

Judith’s crying by the time you all reach the barn, and it’s worse when they send scouts inside and leave the rest of you outside. The rain is becoming unbearable, drenching everyone from head to toe. Even the jacket you’re trying to use for Judith isn’t lasting at all.

“Come in!” Carol shouts, you slip inside first, pulling the hat off of Judith’s head and giving it back to Carl.

“We need to get a fire started, does anyone want to go back out?” Rick asks, Glenn and Daryl volunteer to go out.

“There’s dry wood over here.” Maggie says, looking over at Carol, who’s pulling out a large metal bowl to start the fire in, to keep it contained.

Rick opens his mouth to speak when Judith screams, “Momma!”

You bounce her in your arms, using a sleeve to dry off her face, “I’m right here, honey, I know.”

As you walk around the barn, humming some old nursery tune to her, she begins to calm down. The others have settled where they want to be tonight, spread throughout to get their own private corner. The only exception is where Carol is setting up the fire on the far side. Glenn and Daryl come back with wet sticks to hang up to dry.

A good portion of you gather over there: Rick, Daryl, Carol, Michonne, Glenn, Carl and yourself. The fire starts off low, nothing to be impressed about, until it slowly grows as Carol feeds it.

“Momma, huh?” Rick asks, he’s leaning against a pillar, ringing out his shirt into the hay-dirt mixture.

“Oh,” you say, and then you realize what he’s saying, “Oh! Rick—I am so sorry, I just—”

He smiles, enjoying the way you stutter to recover. This makes you stop, rolling your eyes as you punch his arm.

“Asshole.” you murmur, Judith leans towards him with her hands out, he scoops her into his arms, “You can have him, Judith. I’ve had enough for today. And by the way Rick, I told you we should’ve invested in an umbrella.”

Rick sputters out a surprised laugh, “One umbrella against that storm?”

“Would’ve been better than no umbrella.” You elbow him slightly while moving to get closer to the fire, “Her sippy cup’s in my pack still, if you need it.”

“Any dry onesies?” he asks.

You smile, “I don’t know, you tell me. You’re her dad, after all.”

Rick gives you a look, going to dig through your pack. The truth is that there is one onesie in her size, you just want him to find it himself.

#ilguna #rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fanfic #twd #fluff #requested

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lizard-shifter-noms · 22 days

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 9 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i'm sorry.

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Seeing the forest come closer I was actually relieved to finally be out of here and looked over my shoulder to see that the tower really was built to keep big Monsters in there with its thick walls and embedded spikes.

I shuddered and hoped I would never see this thing again, so turning back I instead focused on the treeline and not stepping on anyone.

Yep, still weird to think about that I could end someone's life with a single misstep and I tried not to think about it, and instead just drag my feet over the ground so that if someone were to be there they'd get toppled over and not squished under me.

Reaching the Forest's edge I assumed that they would let us go now, but it seemed we were still too close to their Kingdom so we had to walk into the forest even further.

I didn't dare speak out of fear that they would shoot me, but Robin seemed to have no such concerns.

“When are we there? I want to talk to Donovan, also where's Arthur?”

I tensed at his last Question accidentally squishing Arthur a tiny bit making him move more than before and I hurried to hold my breath and cut off his air supply, however that worked.

He stopped moving after a few seconds but this sure had been a scare, if he had woken up and someone noticed it we would have been fucked.

I still felt incredibly guilty but it couldn't be helped, I just hoped he'd understand.

I almost missed the guy's answer as I was busy holding my breath and my attention was focused more… inwards.

“Oh you can talk to your big friend later ALLLLLL you want as for this Arthur guy? He's been taken care of don't worry”

I did Not like the condescending tone the Guard had used but I couldn't really do anything about it which frustrated me even more.

At least Rikaad was able to step between them and shot a death glare at the offending guard who actually backed up a bit.

We continued walking in silence, safe for the Guards communicating amongst themselves.

I could feel Arthur lying limply against my insides, only moving occasionally and sending a thrill up my nervous system whenever he made a bigger movement.

I tried to Ignore it but since he was literally inside me that was near impossible, and I couldn't help but worry about the feeling.

What if that's what the Bracelet made me do? What if one day it urged me to eat someone for real?

Shoving these thoughts down I instead focused on the road so I wouldn't trip, and I could see that the tower was a bit further away now.

I really hoped they would just let us be already but it seemed that we were still too close to the Kingdom for their comfort.

At this point we had already passed the spot where I got shot at and were led even deeper into the woods towards the mountain.

Coming to a bigger clearing they ushered Robin and Rikaad to be in the center and threw both of them a bag, probably their own stuff judging by the clunking sound of metal.

The Guards still surrounded me, but I wanted them to go away already so I could talk to Robin and try to find a spot where I could let Arthur out so Rikaad wouldn't see it.

Arthur himself was still peacefully asleep, courtesy of a low oxygen environment and had thankfully not woken up during all of this.

But I did dread the part where he would, I didn't know how he would react and it scared me.

I also had to fight to keep my hand from settling over the warm lump in my core so as to not give away anything to the Guards.

The Guards walked around me to stand at the treeline of the small clearing, I didn't move as I really didn't want to step on someone.

Suddenly a Horse came up with an ironclad knight on its back.

The rider removed the helmet and i could see that it was the king, nobody else i knew had such a monobrow.

Did he follow us? I immediately became worried, Would he tell the others that I ate Arthur? I hoped not.

The guards all stood in a line next to him with their crossbows loaded.

I had a bad feeling about this and I was proven right as the king suddenly had a wicked grin on his face.

“SOLDIER! AIM! SHOOT THE BEAST! I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH A MONSTER NEAR MY KINGDOM!”

Aa all the Guards suddenly aimed their crossbows at me.

I didn't even wait to see what they would do and Instead turned to run in the opposite direction, snatching up Robin and Rikaad as I did so and getting the hell away from there as fast as I could.

Ignoring Rikaads surprised shout i just ran towards the mountains to bring as much distance between us and Maringand as possible making sure to not drop either of them.

Feeling Arthur start to move again I held my breath once more hoping that he'd fall back asleep even with all the movement.

It took longer than before and sprinting while not breathing made my lungs burn but after about three minutes he was still again.

I really hoped none of the others had noticed him squirming but glancing down while running showed that Rikaad was focused on the way we came, probably looking for any pursuers and Robin was just Clinging to my fingers.

I ran until I could no more, occasionally holding my breath to prevent Arthur from waking up.

I didn't really know how long I had been running but as I looked back I could not see the tower anymore and it was well after midday.

I sank to my knees gently letting Robin and Rikaad to the ground while I panted, my lungs burned from running and holding my breath and I did my best to calm down as fast as possible.

I did not want Arthur to wake up now from all this, not now at least.

I was still trying to figure out how to handle this and having him wake up now would be extremely awkward.

Rikaad seemed to stand Guard and looked in the direction we came from.

“We should continue after you rested, then we can figure out what happened to Arthur and how to get him back”

Ah fuck i really needed to make a plan.

Looking at Robin instead to make sure he was alright too and I didn't grab him too harshly I saw him staring at me, or more specifically my middle.

While I sat there I had unconsciously put a hand over my Pouch where Arthur lay and I yanked it back, looking at Robin and putting a finger over my lips to tell him to never say a word about it.

He nodded but still tilted his head at me with curious look in his eyes, i would tell him later what had happened, when I got the chance to do that without Rikaad listening in.

Being hunched over like this made the weight in my core just a lot more prominent as Arthur was lying on what was previously the front wall.

Getting up again and holding my breath anew even if I still felt like I needed more time to rest.

And feeling Arthur slide around in my pouch when I was hunched over was a bit weird.

I wanted to go as far away as possible as fast as possible from that place so I forced myself to continue on.

“Alright let's go i want to never go near that hellhole again we can worry about Arthur when i'm sure i wont get shot again”

I slowly stood up and went to walk even more towards the mountain.

I was glad that riding on horseback through the woods was not a good idea, otherwise we'd have to worry about that too right now.

Holding my breath again I went in the direction of the mountains in a straight line, not like there were any roads here anyway.

Robin scrambled after me and Rikaad started to walk faster too to keep up.

“It is going to be dark soon we should look for a campsite if possible”

At Rikaads words i looked around, it was indeed getting darker, How long had i been running?

No matter right now I needed to get Arthur out without the others or at least Rikaad noticing and I still didn't have a plan on how to do that.

So we ended up setting up a temporary camp near a river, still far enough to not be able to see said river but close enough to get water, and I felt extremely awkward the entire time.

I had their Friend within me for fucks sake! And the only one that didn't know was Rikaad at this point.

It didn't help that I had to fight with myself to keep my hands from straying to settle onto my middle.

If Rikaad did notice my odd behavior he didn't say anything about it luckily.

I kept frequently holding my breath to make sure Artur did not wake up and hoped to God that this wouldn't give him brain damage from the low oxygen he had been exposed to for some time now.

The Dark came as soon as we managed to light a fire, The crackling sounds provided a soothing white noise and I finally got an idea as I saw in the glinting light how dirty my legs had become.

And not just my legs, everything about me was dusty and on some spots downright caked in dried or fresh mud.

So I stood up and on the other two confused looks told them what I was going to do.

“I'm going to wash myself in the river, stay here i don't want any of you seeing me without clothing”

Robin looked a bit confused at first but then nodded, motioning a thumbs up, he'd been weirdly quiet since the capture.

I would talk to him later to make sure he was alright but for now I had other things to deal with.

Rikaad just made a dismissive hand motion and instead focused on the fire so I left to go a good bit downstream, away from where they could hear or see me.

I went a good bit further than that to make sure that even if it got loud they wouldn't notice, which took about five minutes to walk.

I had stopped holding my breath while walking and I could feel Arthur start to move again as I took deep breaths to supply him with fresh air.

The movements were confused at first, then a curious hand prodded my insides before he went still again, not unconscious, more like a stiff weight that held itself and it seemed like he was terrified of moving.

I even heard him say.

“Oh fuck”

I finally allowed myself to put a hand on my abdomen and poked at him, receiving a surprised noise in response.

“Arthur? Are you okay?”

He shifted confusedly for a second before answering.

“What? You ate me, why would you ask that?”

He seemed still a bit groggy so I would do one thing after the other for now.

“I didn't really eat you, but can you tell me if you're okay?”

I was a bit worried over the fact that I had essentially kept him in a low air environment and hoped I didn't damage his brain or something.

“What do you mean by that? And uh… well i Feel fine? wait-”

He started shifting a lot and I had to bite back a pleased hum at the feeling of having my insides rubbed, I didn't want to scare him after all.

“What the FUCK! Donovan, what the hell is going on?!”

He suddenly was a lot more energetic, seemingly having figured out that he'd been in there for some time now and was still okay.

So best to finally explain this…chaos.

“First off you're fine! And you will stay fine! You're not in my stomach okay?”

“Where the hell am I then? You fucking ate me!”

Well there was the anger, but now I knew that beneath that anger was fear, so I would try my best to reassure him.

“You are in my pouch not my stomach, basically i have some of my organs doubled but not all of them work so you're fine and nothing will happen to you in there”

He seemed to freeze at my words, likely trying to comprehend what I just told him.

Then I felt an indignant kick against my insides.

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER!”

Now he really was angry instead of afraid and I sighed.

“I literally couldn't! Not with that Monobrow guy listening in! He would have killed us both!

Besides You said it yourself that you couldn't act to save your life! I'm sorry that I had to do this but it's better than death isn't it?”

He seemed to calm down at my words, probably realizing that I was right.

“So wait, are we still in the tower or why are you suddenly talking to me? And how did you manage to keep me asleep during all of this???”

At least those two questions were easy to answer but I hoped he wouldn't get angry again at hearing that I had deprived him of air.

“We are not in the tower anymore, i got us as far away as possible when we got out, as for keeping you asleep well uh- I just held my breath so you'd get less air?”

He didn't kick or punch me, instead he just flopped backwards against the walls of my pouch.

“You know what, okay why not? Are at least Robin and Rikaad okay? Wait, do they know I'm in here?”

I decided to try and answer the questions in the order I heard them.

“The others are okay, they are at out camp a bit away and no the don't know where you are, at least Rikaad doesn't, and i'd appreciate it if you'd never tell them about this, i'm not keen on getting stabbed by Rikaad to be honest”

He shifted again a bit and I had to suppress another delighted hum.

“So if we are away from the tower can you let me out? No offense but i don't like this and i never want to repeat it”

Walking a bit into the stream after chucking my shoes onto a boulder to keep them dry while he talked I could understand that he didn't want to do this ever again, so as long as he promised to not tell anyone I'd let him out as soon as possible.

“Of course I'll let you out just give me a sec, also can you promise me to never tell Rikaad about this? I'll help you come up with a believable cover story if you want”

Coming up with something would probably be difficult as he admitted to being a bad actor, so something simple would have to do.

Feeling him move again to sit up I walked even deeper into the widest part of the river, but the water still didn't go over my entire legs so I just stood there in the calves deep water listening for his answer.

“Yeah sure, i even swear on God to not tell Rikaad unless you tell me to, now get me out of here”

“Alright… try to go limp… i'm going to get you out now”

I felt a squirm of confirmation as I pressed in with my hand, and tensed up as I forced my body to throw up the form in my pouch.

Feeling something travel the wrong way up your esophagus wasn't by any means pleasant but I was used to it by now from the years of hiding valuables in there.

It wasn't long until I felt the cursing form of Arthur reenter my mouth and I plucked him out with two fingers, dangling him over the river in the pale moonlight.

“Fucking hell! How long was I in there? And set me down already! I hate this!”

I couldn't really set him down right now as I stood in the middle of the river and he would get swept away by the cool water that flowed around my legs so I instead cupped him in my hands.

He was a lot less slimy than I thought he'd be but still needed a wash to get rid of the bit of slime that did cling to him.

“One second, unless you want me to dump you in the river, also how are you? Are you okay?”

I walked back towards the riverbank so I could set him down.

“I've seen better days to be honest, and i'm sorry for what my uncle did to you guys”

Setting him down slowly onto the rocky dirt covered shore I went to wring out the hem of my shirt that had gotten wet when I bent over to get Arthur out before what he said registered in my brain.

“That Was Your Uncle??? What? Wait a sec, if that guy is your uncle then-”

He interrupted me before I could say another word.

“Yes my dad was the King, but frankly i didn't really know him aside from when i had to stand at his side during some stupid events, and no i'm not sad that he's dead i never cared about being some stupid royalty, at least i wasn't inbred like some of my other relatives”

He seemed to shudder at the last bit and not entirely from the cold.

“I thought Winton had told you who i am, ah fuck, how about you don't tell anyone about my royalty status and i keep quiet about the pouch thing okay?”

This did seem like a good deal but one thing confused me.

“Deal! Though, Who the fuck is Winton? Is that the monobrow guy? Don't tell me That ugly fuck is your uncle”

He flopped over into the mud of the riverbank groaning.

“Yes he is, i like to pretend that he's not though, i hate him”

That was completely understandable, I had only been around that guy for about a day and I already despised him as much as physically possible, and Arthur had to live with that for who knew how long.

Though now we needed to come up with a reason as to why Arthur wasn't kept captive anymore.

“So, any idea for a cover story? You know Maringand better than me”

He flopped onto his back in the dirt sighing.

“I'll just tell them i escaped through the sewers, as disgusting as it is it's believable enough and they probably won't ask for details”

That sounded good enough, I knew I wouldn't ask how someone crawled through a sewer, or at least not expect them to answer it.

“So can we go back now? I want to actually see Robin and Rikaad again”

That would be nice, but suddenly coming back with Arthur might be a bit suspicious, there was no way he would have kept up with us, especially since he had way shorter legs than I did and I had done an Adrenaline fueled sprint away from Maringand.

“Not a good idea, you suddenly turning up this fast is going to raise questions so maybe not today, ehh Night i mean”

It would be even better if he backtracked a bit so when Rikaad would usher us back to get him we'd ‘meet’ him on the way.

“Maybe even backtrack a bit? Rikaad is going to go back to get you anyway so if you go back a bit we meet you there and it's more believable”

He slowly sat up, now having mud stuck to the back of his shirt and put a hand over his face.

“Yeah that is a plan, not one im looking forward to but im not going to admit that i was eaten and didn't even do anything to stop you, that's just awkward and kinda embarrassing”

At least he shared my view on that point, so I went to sit next to him in the mud.

I would wash that anyway so I wasn't concerned with getting it even dirtier.

“Well you better get moving then, you have to go downstream and a bit to the right”

I pointed to where he had to go and he slowly stood up and started walking, even if his legs seemed to be moving a bit weirdly, they probably fell asleep in the time he didn't use them.

I was right in my guess as Arthur actually did comment on it.

“Dude my legs are wonky, how long was I in there? no wait don't answer I don't wanna know that, see you and the others tomorrow?”

The last part went an octave higher and I could clearly see that he was worried but did not want to show it.

Instead he started to walk through the woods and I hoped that I hadn't just made a mistake, After all, the woods were still dangerous and now he was unarmed.

I REALLY hoped I hadn't made an irreversible error but he was already out of sight so I went back to striding into the river, planning to finally get all the dirt out of my shirt and pants.

The cool water felt Pleasant against my sore legs and while I just let the stream wash away the mud on my pants I took my shirt off and swirled it in the water a few times to get everything out.

Dragging the now heavier shirt out of the water i wrung it out a few times before realizing that if i put it on again i'd likely get a cold or something, So the shirt had to stay off until it was dried.

Ah Fuck.

That ment i had to go back to the camp shirtless and try to dry it against the comparatively small fire we had.

I hoped no one would take offense to the fact that my top half was naked, but knowing Robin he'd more likely ask about my scars than complain about me missing my shirt.

Standing on the riverbank I wrung out my pants as best as I could while wearing them and slipped my shoes back on as I started to walk back, trying all the while to wring out my shirt as best as I could so it would dry faster.

I returned to a happily flickering fire and saw Rikaad inspecting Robin's face, apparently checking for bruises.

I realized with a pang that I might be too big to see small injuries, at least Rikaad was here to assess them.

Upon hearing me come back two heads simultaneously looked at me but Rikaad went back to checking Robin over who grinned at me.

Something was wrong with his teeth but I couldn't figure out what, I was too far away and probably too big too.

I sat next to the fire and put my shirt as close as I dared, I didn't want it catching on fire after all, then gave a worried look over to Robin.

“Are you alright? You've been weirdly quiet since we left Maringand”

He motioned for me to get closer and I bent down to be more at eye level for him.

He showed off his teeth and I finally saw what was wrong, The tooth behind his left canine had a small piece missing making his canine appear far more pronounced, like a fang.

No wonder he's been so quiet that must have been painful.

“How did that happen? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, making his messy ginger hair bounce around his skull.

“I'm fine, one of the Maringand Guards told me to shut up and hit my teeth, but that aside where did your shirt go??”

I was glad he seemed to be okay and gestured vaguely to the shirt lying next to the fire.

“I'm letting it dry before putting it back on, not keen on catching a cold out here”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rikaad nodding.

“A good idea, though we should rest soon i will take first watch”

He did have a point in that, we really should sleep soon and i could put my shirt back on tomorrow as embarrassing as them seeing my scars was i wouldn't risk a sickness right now.

“Is that where your kidney is missing?”

I flinched a bit at the question, it seemed Robin had come closer as I stared into the Flames of the campfire and was looking at the pale line of scar tissue at my side.

“Yeah it is, i'm glad i punched that guy when i did or had have killed me for sure”

He seemed to stare at it a bit longer before his gaze became that glazed over look again for half a minute.

He snapped out of it and shook his head.

“You have any more scars? You don't have to tell me though!”

Well I did have a few more but most of them were from mundane stuff like falling off a tree or climbing into small spaces, though there was a long thin line across my back doing shoulder to shoulder that I received from a blade.

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Fall Of Empire

Girl in the Woods ' 1 '

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

Disclaimer - this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

Warning - this chapter doesn't have anything but later we will reach the depth of story and there will. Abuse , degradation of women, sexism, men doing awful things, assault maybe more. (Not by the boys)

A/n : the fic take place as you can tell during mediaeval era or sort of it how would be a life of a girl that time from my perspective. Im not really good at and i don't wanna spoil it so that's it .

WC: 2132

“You are charming, you are everything any women would love to have. You are going to walk up to her and tell her that you like her that’s it.” Hoseok gives himself speech feeling proud of himself, he picks up his bag flung it over his shoulder and march towards where his horse was standing patiently for him.

Upon seeing his companion, the horse let out a happy noise greeting him. Hoseok smile brightly, a contagious smile that made the sun himself feel a little insecure. He pets the horse affectionately.

The sound of footsteps reaches his ear.

hoseok take breath preparing to hear what he heard a thousand times “son, be careful when go there and if the crazy girl tries anything use the weapon”

He turns to his mother “why is it so hard to believe that she is simply just like living in the woods?”

“You are too young and innocent my son” his mother cup his cheeks squishing them making him whines at display of affection “I don’t know who is your companion but everything he sell you make us good living so I will let you go”

Hoseok pauses for a minute “yeah …. he is private man?” he said with hesitation

“Come before celebration start, will you?”

Hoseok node at his mother and start navigate his hose with a soft grip on its neck.

Unlike everyone hoseok didn’t fear the woods, he often find himself yarning to take a walk round the forest. The trees standing tall and proud, sun light gilding through the branches of the trees. The sound of birds and squirrels is something that made hoseok smile something that lots of his villagers find uninteresting. The lake was always crystal clear, remanding him of the tears of mermaid tales that he heard growing up. The silence of woods never frightened him either because he knows there is nothing out there that could harm him.

He always coming up with reasons to go there, maybe the reason behind that is he simply love the forest or maybe because your home is in the forest and it’s the only way, he can see you. He used to think that it was the first one but as the time goes, he realized it might be not.

How the two of meet was fresh in his memory. Teen hoseok was rebellious and reckless, as teenager always curious to find out new things and his curious nature resulted in him find the hunter that lives in the woods. His grandmother would gather him and his siblings to tell the story of wild hunter that lives in the wood. He was most dangerous man the town, no one would dare to walk or look his way. He was taller and stronger than an average man. He would come town at beginning of the month and middle of it each year to collect things and then he would go back to the woods. His grandma would say that the woods is his home and no one was allowed to go there. He partially believed that his grandmother was lying so they don’t wonder off into the woods.

To test his theory, he went to woods he was happy to find no man was there but what stunned him was you kneeling on the ground plucking wild flowers beside a basket that was too big for your little arms. He felt like creep for watching you do your thing, the way your hair was kept showed someone did a poor job the cream color ribbon tied just keep the hair falling on your face, dress that fit perfectly but mud stain at the bottom, boots that too big for you, but his insides were glowing warm making him tingle all over his body. You were in your own world and when he walked towards you startling you at unexpected visitor. When hoseok smile pushed his hands towards to greet you all you did was start to cry and throw the basket at him hastily before running away.

He was only seconds away running after you to explain he didn’t mean to make you cry but the sound of his parents’ voice calling his name made him change his path of running. Yeah, it wasn’t a good first impression.

He parents were so furious at him and banned him for going to the woods again, everyone kept an eye on him and he wasn’t allowed to go alone for couple of years he was always accompanied with cousins or siblings. Sometimes he thought that you were just his imagination that proved wrong when he saw you again.

He was helping his father at the market when the hunter came to the usual routine, he no longer intimidated them but he surprised when a little girl trailed behind him her little hand securely kept in the mans calloused one.

You were clearly amazed by the market eagerly looking around the innocence and pure happiness radiated from you. Your clothes were neat but it’s worn out, someone really tried to make your hair more presentable as if you spent hours on it.

When his eyes meet yours this time toy didn’t show any fear just curiosity unknowingly a smile made its way to his lips and that made you smile as well. He remembers the hunter taking to buy clothes that’s fits you. The people casted him suspicious glances thinking what a young girl doing with a hunter. Clearly, he wasn’t the father judging by the appearance but he didn’t question it. As he tries to follow you his father pulled by his shirt denying his wish to meet up close. He watched from afar as you and the man collect thing from various shops before starting to leave.

From there on you and the man would come and collect things and leave. Hoseok would try to walk up to you but always there will be someone preventing him from doing so and you never spent time longer than needed but you always looked at him some times even smiled at him.

But after one day you didn’t come at all he waited for but you never came later the hunter also stopped coming, it worried him. Are you ill? Why did you stop coming? Did something happen to you? There aren’t wild animals that could hurt you, he concluded that you were just ill and prayed the gods that you will be better. It annoyed him to no end for feeling that way, you’re just a stranger that he doesn’t know anything about, but something in him hurts thinking about you in pain, maybe its in his nature, he one of most empathic one in the village.

His worries only increased when you nor the hunter never came, the people didn’t indulge in what happened to you. As he grows his responsibility grow to slowly, he starts to forget about you. Hoseok grown into fine young man everyone loved him young men envied him, but he was humble and kind to everyone.

Surprised would be understatement when he saw you again years later, just like the first time you were in your own world as you washed fresh fruits in near lake. He was starstruck when he saw you but this time you didn’t run away. With a titled head a small smile graced you face.

“You are not going to throw me in the water this time, are you?” he asked with a teasing smile on his lips

“Perhaps I will” there is no menace in the words its was light and playful, that’s made him laugh

From that a beautiful friendship was born and along the way he fallen for the girl in the woods. When everyone thought that she is witch that killed the hunter now living the woods controlling the woods.

His eagerness made him reach his destination faster, he smiles unknowingly when he sees your home, it radiates a sense of calm and warmth. A deer walks around the front of your home with no fear of his presence along with couple of rabbits and swans. Wild birds preached on window a total sense of safety indicated.

He calls out your name.

“In here” you yell from behind the house where you arrange different kind of fruits and wild flowers for him to sell at his shop. After the two of you become friends, you have been helping him find new flowers and fruits and vegetable that grow in the woods. The partnership had helped him and his family in more than one way.

But to him you were just simple girl that live in woods, there is no evil magic in you even if there is he would gladly let you use him. He learned that the hunter was like father to you and like him you also content with living in the woods.

Washing the fresh fruits that you find couple of days ago, you answer him. Hoseok didn’t tie his horse as the it knows the routine, simply walks towards where you kept water and fresh leaves for him to each along with some fruits.

“Did you go deep in without me?” he asks after seeing buddle of flower that was, he never seen. He frowns at the thought of you running around the woods without him even if you lived your entire life in the woods he woods

“Yeah, I felt like walking after couple of hours I came across these beautiful flowers” you said with smile on your face not knowing his inner thoughts.

“Well wait for me next time”

It was time for him to go home you send Hoseok a smile “have lovely day Hoseok”.

You nodded your head before continuing Hoseok starts to tell you about how things back in his home, how you occasionally node and listen silently without making any attempt to talk. He never took that personally because he knew that you are used stay in silence and rather listen to him and you love that about him for not judging you or pressuring you to talk to him.

He node at you, glancing at you he inhales slowly, oh heavens you are just captivating just by standing there in without realizing how mesmerizing your presence is, in worn out clothes here there is dirt and stains visible but that somehow made you more alluring he don’t know. Maybe someone else don’t agree with his statement but to him you’re the prettiest and most beautiful girl he know.

The soft whisper of his name falls from your lips bring him back from his blissful thoughts, sees you stand a little closer to him with a confused look on his, everything in his body scream to embrace you, take away the wariness of your bones, give his warmth to you, to love you. Without even knowing he caught up in his thoughts again. Making you worried even more at the lack of his response

A soft touch on his arm made him come back and he wish your touch stay like that feeling like it’s the only thing that connect him to reality.

“Are you feeling unwell? You look flustered and red like berries” you touch his forehead to feel his temperature making him go redder if that’s possible

He removes himself from you before he melts into a puddle of honey “I’m fine” his voice come out too rushed and out of breath he walks towards his horse, he stops for moment before fully turning to you, you tilt your head at confused when you start to walk towards you.

“I know it’s been a while but I was meaning to ask you……….” He pauses you silently encourage him to continue “wouldyoulikebeminefortherestofmylife” he blurred out so quickly.

That was bad how can she be yours she is her own person

“Hoseok, I did not understand any of that” you said with a playful annoyed jest.

Good

“I was asking if you would like……to come with tonight’s celebration I was looking forward to have you there with me”

“I do not think that would be a good idea…” you trail off but seeing his defeated look on you face you falter a little and he never asked you to do something for him, if the celebration means that’s much to him, you’re willing to indulge in it “but I think we can give it a try” that made him light up like a sun in the early morning.

“Good…. Great even… then I will come to get you be prepared by dust”

With a bright smile on his face, he walks backward still smiling like teenage boy towards his horse.

Maybe he can tell you tonight how he feels.

Note : that's type of dress what I have on mind if you want you can change it I'm only showing the typical one. There won't any other description of what you'll wear.

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earthbaby-angelboy · 7 months

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Walter Hale, Jess Wade, Steve Grayson and Dr. John Carpenter (ECU) as caregivers

Walter Hale (The Trouble With Girls, 1969):

Walter definitely strikes me as the type to adapt to whatever you need. If you need someone gentle, he's there to coddle you. If you need someone stricter, he's there with rules. Whatever you need, he's got. I get the feeling he'd be good with a kiddo who is real small (0-2), but I think if push came to shove he'd also be able to take care of someone older. It all depends on the chemistry.

If he knows you're stressed or teetering over the edge of a breakdown, he has no problem 'forcing' you to regress. He's very naturally manipulative, so it works like a charm. If you're ranting and raving about something, he'll literally come up to you and just pop your pacifier in your mouth with a knowing "better?" He loves when you sit on his lap while he's in meetings, and he has no qualms about walking around the Chautauqua with you on his hip. If anyone has anything to say about your regression, they answer to him. He's the one that you go to when you need to regress, but just...can't.

He absolutely loves buying you pretty little outfits so he can show you off to all his friends, but god-forbid they cast one lustful look in your direction and they're dead before daylight. He doesn't let you get your hands dirty. He loves spoiling you, and delights in your happiness.

He loves when you call him "daddy", and when he's stressed due to work or whatever else, he'll ask you to cuddle with him. It's beneficial to the both of you; he gets to relax, and you get to spend time with him. It's a win-win!

Jess Wade (Charro!, 1969):

He is naturally very stoic, and has a resting bitch face, so he would not be great with a regressor who is incredibly sensitive. He likes taking care of older kiddos (5-9), but doesn't mind taking care of the real little ones too.

He definitely would be the type to tell you to stop crying, then go all wide-eyed and gentle when you just cry harder. He's very straightforward, and expects you to communicate when you are upset and not make him do mental gymnastics to figure out what's bothering you. If you're having a meltdown, he'll usually just leave you to cry it out unless you explicitly state that you want him there.

He doesn't really have rules, but if you are acting particularly rude or just downright mean, he does serve punishments. They are more traditional, like writing lines, cleaning one spot over and over, or standing in a corner. Always tells you afterwords how proud he is of you for handling your punishment well.

This man has absolutely NO paternal instinct, so he learns along the way. If you're having a particularly rough day, big or little, he takes you out on his horse. Sometimes, he'll grab one of his cowboy hats and play peek-a-boo with you. Your laugh is the only thing that can bring a light smile to his face. He will never ask it of you, but his heart would melt into a puddle of goo if you called him "papa."

He likes nonchalant and domestic forms of intimacy, like cleaning up around the house for you and bringing you a flower bouquet he picked himself. His favorite activity, though, is doing shared activities together in silence, eg. reading separate books, but sitting close together.

Steve Grayson (Speedway, 1968):

Steve would not consider himself to be a caregiver whatsoever, but rather just an older brother! He himself is a regressor, but stays in an old enough headspace that he's able to keep a close eye on you. He loves to sit on the floor with you and get lost in a silly game. He adores taking naps with you, but will still knock out for a few (hours) even if you don't.

He himself is very hyperactive, so he would be good with a little that has a vibrant personality and a whole lotta energy! The two of you spend hours running around at a playground, just laughing and having fun because damn it, you both deserve to be happy. He loves booping your nose and squishing your cheeks.

He takes you on fancy ice cream parlour dates once a week! You little meances order 4 scoops of ice cream with all the toppings you can pile on! (...It has enough sugar to put an old woman in a coma.) He doesn't really care about how much sugar you have, as long as you don't get a tummy ache.

He doesn't like titles, but he doesn't mind nicknames! His favorites are "Vee" and "Stevie!"

Although he is an older brother figure, he has some small rules in place for your safety. He asks that you hold his hand when crossing the street, ask him if there's something on a shelf you can't reach, etc. Just little things he can do to keep you safe and make you more comfortable!

Dr. John Carpenter (Change Of Habit, 1969):

He would make an incredible caregiver for anyone struggling with a mental illness or trauma disorder. He understands how delicate someone can be when regressed, so he is very conscious of the things he says and does around you. He understands your brain better than you do, and can tell when you're going to regress beforehand.

He is very helpful when it comes to working through sensory overloads, meltdowns and outbursts. He is so calm and patient, always looking at you with kind eyes. He never punishes you for expressing how you are feeling, but does encourage you to discuss with him the emotions and thought process' behind your words and actions.

Touch is something incredibly special to him, so he's very careful about it. He loves cradling you close to him, especially when you're upset.

He doesn't give you rules, and he lets you "take the lead", so to speak. You go to bed when you can't keep your eyes open, he lets you eat all the sweets you want until you're satisfied, and he doesn't ever force you to regress. But, he does establish somewhat of a routine to make sure you're taking good care of yourself. Something that remains consistent in your routine is that when he notices you're getting super tired, he gives you tummy rubs. He likes playing dolls with you, mainly because he pays attention to the stories you create. Sort of like play therapy!

He would be good with any little (and is good with people in general), but I get the feeling he would be really awesome taking care of a little who has a newborn or baby headspace.

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averywiseanimatedcat · 7 months

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The stars in your eyes

Good Omentober #1

Prompt: pre-fall

Word count: 2,311

Rating: G

Tags: pre-fall a Crowley and Aziraphale

Summary: This one shot takes place after Crowley and Aziraphales first meeting as angels. Aziraphale has developed a bit of a workplace crush after meeting the charming star-maker. He makes an excuse to visit him in the planning and construction department.

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Author notes: The nebula referred to in this piece is the Ring Nebula, to me, it looks like a blue eye….wonder where Crowley got the design inspiration from…can’t be a certain blue eyed angel.

The idea of Crowleys angel name comes from this meta post by @indigovigilance.

Aziraphale didn’t need to go up to the planning and construction floor. In fact he had no business being up there at all. But he’d managed to convince his supervisor that these brand spanking new scrolls with gold inlay absolutely should be delivered by hand, and by his hands specifically. As he rode the elevator upwards, he had a silly, giddy feeling in his chest. It felt like little bits of light dancing around in there. Not that he knew what dancing was. But if he did, that’s what he’d tell you it felt like.

The elevator light blinked onto the planning and construction floor, coming to an abrupt halt. He’d been squished in with multiple other angels who were all heading up here too. It was a very busy department right now, what with all the building the universe going on.

The doors opened, and all the others tumbled out and scattered in various directions, leaving Aziraphale alone. He’d only been up here once before, and that was because gotten into trouble for suggesting that horses should have 5 legs instead of 4.

‘Why not one more if you’re going to give them that many?’

He’d said. It was suppose to be a joke. His supervisor wasn’t amused. So he’d been dragged up here to illustrate how unimportant and uneducated he was on the matters of creation. He hadn’t seen the star-maker at that time, if he had, he might’ve taken a bit more interest in planning and construction beyond how many legs horses were going to have.

This department was an impressive floor. It was wide and stretched out seemingly unending in all directions. Huge, long tables extended into the distance, all covered with various scrolls being pawed over by hundreds of angels. On those scrolls were extremely complex mathematical equations, planning sheets, maps and memos. There were various miniature models strewn about the tables and larger holograms floating in the aisles. Planets, stars, suns and galaxies dotted the room. At the centre was the biggest and most impressive hologram of them all, the Milky Way galaxy. It was a miniature of course, only about as high as Aziraphale was tall. In real life it would be quite enormous. Even as a hologram, it was deeply impressive. And if Aziraphale had been paying more attention to it, he would have said it was beautiful.

Beautiful would also be a word he’d use to describe a certain star-maker he’d met the angelic equivalent of a few days ago. He’d been travelling across a new sector of space when someone had called for help. He’d pulled up and come face to face with the most stunning angel he’d ever met. Gosh he’d been star struck. That was a new phrase he’s coined just for the occasion, considering all the stars that were being made at the time.

The star maker, whose name he never actually caught, must be quite a high ranking angel in planning and construction. He must be very intelligent, Aziraphale thought to himself. Although Aziraphale was equally as intelligent in his own department. Which was what modern humans would call being a ‘book worm’. But the areas of science and creation sounded like magic to him.

He scanned the immediate vicinity, if he couldn’t find the star-maker straight away, he’d have no real excuse to go looking for him. Aziraphale didn’t want to peak curious eyes by wandering around asking for someone he had absolutely no reason to see. Fortunately, the way ahead cleared at just the right moment. The star-maker sat at his own desk a short distance from the mass of longer ones by the windows. Aziraphale fluffed himself up courageously and started towards him.

As he got closer, he could see the angels position title stamped in large, gold letters on the front of the desk. It read ‘Lead design engineer’. Golly, thought Aziraphale, that was much higher than a supervisor. His nerve began to shake more and more as he got closer, Aziraphale hoped the star-maker wouldn’t be upset at being disturbed. But his fears were soon soothed when the star-makers face spread into a wide, bright grin at the sight of him.

“Oh hello again!”

He greeted Aziraphale, putting down the complicated looking instrument he had in his hands. A large sheet of paper was laid out on his desk, it was covered in complicated drawings, equations and scribbles.

“Hello. I uh, got sent up to deliver these. Not sure who else to give them but a familiar face.”

Aziraphale bluffed. The star-makers eyes twinkled as he stood and took the armful of scrolls.

“Perfect! I’ve been waiting for some decent paper. Gotta make it all look pretty you know. Can’t show up to the presentation with a hundred bits of old scribbled on paper.”

He cleared off some space on his desk for the scrolls.

“No, got to have decent paper. What are you working on now?”

Aziraphale asked, trying to make conversation.

“Oh something very exciting, I can show you if you like?”

The angel said cheerfully, Aziraphale blinked

“Oh…absolutely I’d love to see it.”

The star-maker abandoned the paper and gestured for Aziraphale to follow him. But then he stopped suddenly and turned around

“Wait, you’re not suppose to be somewhere are you? I’m not gonna get you in trouble stealing you for a few minutes?”

His eyes had a flicker of concern Aziraphale haddnt seen in their last meeting. He shook his head

“Oh no, I have some time. Please continue.”

The brief moment of tension lifted and the star-maker strode on. They made their way past a large groups of angels all gathered around a huge round table debating something about dwarf planets. Aziraphale had to almost jog to keep up with the taller angels quick pace. eventually, they reached the back wall and Azirphale gasped. All along it were large holograms of what he assumed were different nebula. There were all different sizes, shapes and colours. The star-maker grinned at him.

“Just super isn’t it? I’m working on this one right now.”

He pointed to a large, round one. Aziraphale thought it looked almost like an eye, or a portal to another world. Whatever it was meant to be, it was beautiful. The star-maker then pointed to each hologram in tern and told Aziraphale it’s name, its designer (which was often him), location in space, physical make up, how big it would be and it’s purpose. Aziraphale didn’t understand some of what he was saying, but he enjoyed listening anyway. Once the angel finished he looked at Aziraphale expectantly.

“Just…beautiful. Honestly I don’t know what to say. It’s so much more exciting than the records department.”

He sighed. The star-maker beamed at him. They chatted on about continuing plans for the expansion of space and what they were going to fill it with. This took them all the way back to the desk.

Aziraphale clawed for another point of conversation

“Oh, how did your ah…suggestion box idea go down?”

He asked. The star-makers face went dark for just a moment, like a shadow passed over it.

“Oh, not that well…”

His voice sounded quite absent, lacking its usual pep. He pushed a finger into a model galaxy that sat atop a golden stand on his desk, making it spin.

“Well, you tried. I guess the almighty has other plans.”

Aziraphale said, trying to offer some comfort.

“Mm. I guess so. Anyway…not my job is it, to decide what happens to them. I only make ‘em…”

The stare-maker gestured around vaguely, his eyes settling on the Milky way hologram in the centre of the room.

“Look I know…I can see how important this all is to you. Obviously you’re brilliant at what you do…”

Aziraphale started

“Oh…thank you. You really think so?”

The star makers face brightened a little as his deep brown eyes flicked to Aziraphale.

“Absolutely. Maybe…maybe the almighty is going to make a lot of new ones later. After these have gone. And she would need you for that.”

Aziraphale was just making this all up, he had no idea really. But the star-makers discontent made him uneasy. He could tell the angel was just passionate about his creations, but there weren’t allowances for that kind of thing here. You had to just do what you were told, or things could get ugly.

Aziraphale noticed that the star-maker was squinting at him.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, thinking that maybe he’d said something offensive. The other angels head just tilted a little as he said

“Have you…ever noticed your eyes, the pupils, they’re the shape of a star?”

Aziraphale felt quite taken aback, they didn’t have mirrors here, so he’d never looked at his eyes. He just assumed he looked like everyone else.

Aziraphale blushed. It was only the second time in history where an angel had blushed at this point. Both times were Aziraphale, and both times occurred when he was in-front of the star maker.

Aziraphale took note of the star-makers eyes. The inky black of the his pupils reminded him of the drops that occasionally dropped from the top of his quill when he got to hasty writing. They sat inside a soothing, earth tone of brown you’d find on many a book cover in the record department where he worked. The deeper brown tones were flecked with white and gold, much like the gold in layer paper he’d just dropped off. Overall, they had the same inviting, comfortable quality Aziraphale enjoyed about books.

Aziraphale suddenly realised he’d been staring for far too long. Although the star-maker didn’t seem to mind, he was smiling in a gentle, lost sort of way.

“Anyway…sorry to interrupt your work. I’ll…get going, lots to do you know.”

Aziraphale said rather awkwardly.

“Oh yes, same. Very busy.”

The star-maker answered, just as awkwardly. He bustled back to his chair behind the desk. Aziraphale went to leave but stopped himself

“Sorry but…”

He started, the star-maker looked up at him again

“I still don’t know your name?”

“Oh, it’s Baraqiel.”

The angel replied, lifting the corner of the large sheet of paper to reveal the name plate that had been hiding underneath it. Aziraphale blinked in surprise, Baraqiel? He had heard the name but never connected it with the face before him. Baraqiel was a dominion, engineering was actually quite lowly work for an Angel of that status. No wonder he had the ear of the almighty herself. Aziraphale felt himself feeling a mix of bewilderment and relief. He had no idea what it was like up in those ranks, maybe they had more freedom to express themselves to the almighty and he was overreacting by worrying so much. “Oh, well it’s nice to meet you then.” Baraqiel smiled, and surprised him by asking

“See you around then Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale felt himself blushing again, for the third time in history

“See you around.”

And then he scooted off, only breathing when he reached the elevator. The doors opened, he stepped inside and took one last look as they closed. The star-maker was smiling over his work.

Aziraphale was already thinking of other excuses he could make to come back here again.

——

Present day

——

Aziraphale opened his eyes, sitting bolt upright on the bed. Crowley was standing over him, looking a little concerned, he asked

“So? Do you remember anything?”

Aziraphales mind slowly settled back to the present and remembered what they’d been doing. They’d decided to try and recover some of Aziraphales memory from before the fall. His memory had been wiped just like Crowleys had. Only Aziraphales was wiped selectively. He worked in the records department and had extensive knowledge on each and every fallen angel. That knowledge was promptly removed after the war. He’d regained some over time, but there were large holes. Aziraphale felt a silly grin spread across his lips, Crowley gestured at him expectantly

“I remember…that I had the most ridiculous workplace crush on you.”

Crowleys eyes widened for a second, then he started to laugh, a lot.

“It’s not that funny!”

Aziraphale suddenly felt quite embarrassed.

“Yes it is! That explains so much!”

He continued to laugh quite heartily, and Aziraphale started to giggle as well. He told the whole story of how he’d managed to convince his supervisor to let him take the scrolls upstairs. How Crowley had showed him the nebula, how he’d been so flustered to find out he was a dominion. The comment about his eyes.

“I think I was quite star stuck.”

He joked, blushing for what was probably the millionth time by now. Crowley threw himself down on the bed and sighed out the last chuckle when the story was finished.

“Well, from what you just told me I think the feeling was mutual.”

The demon said. Aziraphale laid down next to him and looked up at the same patch of ceiling.

“Do you remember any of it?”

He asked. Crowley was quiet for a bit

“Bits and pieces. Shadows of memories, I remember a general feeling like you were following me.”

“Maybe I was.”

Crowley sat up and pointed at the Angel

“That’s why I knew you were safe to approach on the wall, some part of me must’ve remembered you.”

Aziraphale reached up and cupped the demons cheek.

“I think some part of me remembered you too.”

Crowley placed his own hand over the angels, they smiled at each other for a bit. Aziraphale gazed into the deep yellow eyes that now sat in place of the brown ones in his memory.

“You know, I remember thinking your eyes reminded me of books. They were brown back then. But I like them better like this. Yellow is such a beautiful colour on you darling.”

#good omentober #good omens #promptober #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow fanfic #good omens fanfic #angel Crowley

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threadbaresweater · 20 days

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[pulls up a comfy chair and sits down after hitting the Enable button] talk to me about cowboy man

His name is Arthur Morgan. We first met in late 2018 (ignore the fact that he was born in 1863. it's not relevant). He's around six feet tall and has brown hair, striking blue/green eyes, and a voice that I can I only describe as something I could listen to all day, every day, and never ever ever tire of. It's a gravelly, rough, mumbly sort of thing with an unidentifiable accent (think transatlantic/irish/louisiana/with a little bit of the old south thrown in for good measure). I have heard him say "sure" and "boah"(boy) about ten thousand times and I could listen to him say it a million times more.

His mother died of unknown causes when he was young, and his father was arrested and died when Arthur was only 11, likely hung for his crimes. He was raised by Dutch Van der Linde and Hosea Matthew's and subsequently learned to live life as an outlaw.

He is rough and mean and dirty. He is strong and sharp and rude and cunning and smart and sexy. He cares deeply for those closest to him and lives by his own fucked up code of honor. He's charming when he needs to be and no nonsense and cutthroat when the situation calls for it. He loves animals and camping and fishing and gazing at the milky way on a cloudless night. He's a great kisser and an even better lover. Has big, thick fingers that are good for all kinds of things. ALL kinds of things.

He draws. He writes. He keeps little sentimental things like photos and newspaper clippings and letters and jewelry. I think he can be kind of a pack rat. It's adorable. I want to squish his cheeks and tell him so. He's funny and likes to drink whiskey and rum and smoke cigarettes and collect the cards that come in the packs. He's afraid of crocodiles and cougars. He likes banjo and fiddle music and takes care of his horses like they're his children and gives you hugs that make you feel on top of the world. He can make tonics and elixirs out of ginseng and yarrow, and he's great with a grill. He cleans up real nice but I like him dirty and gritty when he smells like gunpowder and campfire and the scent of the open road.

He is my special little guy.

#thank you sam for asking me i wanna talk about him all day #and paste his polaroid pictures in my locker #arthur morgan

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mistresslrigtar · 2 months

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Dancing? Here? (written for @zelinktines24 day 26 prompt)

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On their third day of traveling to Hateno, they stop at Dueling Peaks for the night. It’s Zelda’s least favorite stable, but it’s getting late, and Celeste’s plaintive meows have gradually increased to ear-splitting howls at being cooped up in her traveling basket.

While Link haggles with the owner, Tasseren, convincing him to allow Link to exchange his unused pony points for two Malanya horse hair beds, Zelda unlatches the lid. Celeste springs out, landing on all fours and hissing her displeasure before leaping onto a nearby haybale.

“Don’t go far!” Zelda calls after her, removing an overnight bag from Star’s saddle bag.

Thanking the stablehand, Rensa, when he takes the horses’ reins and leads them to the barn, Zelda wanders to the edge of the stable perimeter. Beneath the canopy of a nearby stage, a musical troupe is setting up. A short roly-poly of a man directs them from his spot by an easel emblazoned with the name, Stable Trotters. Traveling musicians. That’s something new, Zelda doesn’t recall from before. She marvels that despite everything she and Link have been forced to endure, everyday life goes on. She supposes it’s a blessing that the common Hylian has no idea the cost of such freedom, to travel the roads of Hyrule unmolested by Guardians, monsters, or otherwise.

She moves as if in a trance further out onto the plain, following the deepening shadows of the night that encroach to cover Blatchery Plain and Ash Swamp. Zelda despises this place with every fiber of her being, but try as she might, she can’t seem to stop the tread of her feet. She leaves faint silvery footprints in the flattened, dew-drenched grass as she approaches an overgrown hill of crumbling rubble standing in the center of the swamp. When the squishing sound of her boots in the damp mud seeps through the sudden roaring in Zelda’s ears, she stops.

It was here, on a rainy night, one hundred plus years ago that Link was felled by a Guardian’s laser because she’d unlocked her power too late to save him and the other Champions. But the sword he’ll wield for just a short while longer had instructed her on how to save him. If Link’s correct, and Zelda dares to hope, it seems they’ve come full circle.

The swamp and surrounding area have long been cleared of the hulking remains of the Guardians that littered the area. They’ve been stripped of any valuable machinery and the strong, durable metal melted down to be repurposed into all manner of weapons–swords, lances, bows, and shields.

She looks to the walls of Fort Hateno that have been repaired, and are now patrolled by several of the new guard that Link trained. Beyond is one of many army camps set up through all the regions of Hyrule, to protect and uphold the peace.

Zelda startles when arms wrap around her waist, until Link whispers in her ear. “What are you doing out here?”

Turning in his arms, her gaze locks onto his bright blue eyes. Otherwise, he’s silhouetted by the flickering flames from the stable beyond, and a soft breeze blows his hair to obscure his face. If not for his warm hands on her hips, Zelda would think he’s a ghost. To be sure, she catches the stray locks of hair with her fingers, tucks them securely behind his ears and presses her lips to his. They’re soft, pliable, and real, and return her kiss without hesitation.

The faint strains of a waltz drift over the deserted plain, and when they break apart, Link takes her hands, placing one on his shoulder while keeping the other firmly in his grasp.

“Dance with me.”

“Dancing? Here?” Zelda shakes her head, taken aback. He can’t be serious, dancing upon the site where he’d died in her arms. Even after all the years, she can still feel the cold dampness of the swamp counterpointed by his warm blood seeping through her gown.

“It’s time to let it go, Zelda. All of our past failings and regrets.” Link presses his hand lightly against the small of her back, and begins guiding her in a languid circle there on that soggy, muddy plain.

Despite her misgivings, with each step, she feels a little more of her fear and remorse flutter away on the wings of a silent prayer.

Hope you liked this installment. Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged! I love hearing what you think.

Thanks, as always, to lovesickflora for looking this over!

#legend of zelda #zelink #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #zelinktines24 #daily prompt #a little angst #followed by sweet fluff

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onesaltyerik · 1 year

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Deranged Ramblings of A Technoblade fan

Ok I don't know how to blog for shit and I've not slept in two days so yall are now gonna suffer as I throw out my thoughts to the universe.

Technoblade, the character, is often depicted as wearing a corset and while I've not seen anyone complain about it being "unrealistic" because lets be real here the SBI is made up of a perpetually tired bird man, a bard with a habit of destroying countries, a vaguely anthropormorphised to straight up anime elf prince pig depending on the artist, and a Tommy; a corset is the LEAST of one's worries ya know?

Anywho, corsets on a warrior. Being a semi-qualified art historian and an enthusiast in fashion and medieval armour, it is ACTUALLY plausible!

As the common discourse goes, a PROPERLY FITTED and NON-TIGHTLACED corset is actually very comfortable to wear. They were literally designed to support the chest and help with posture despite the common modern idea of the corset being cruel and blah blah blah literally everyone who's worn a proper corset can vouch that it's actually quite comfy. (Myself included, shut up men can wear corsets too.) And depending on the type of corset, they can be very flexible to allow for movement. The type of corset would be the one to look at when determining realism, in this case we got full corsets that are kinda like vests, underbust corsets, and mid corsets. Your full size corset provides the most support as it distributes the weight of the bust around your waist and shoulders, with some types of underbusts doing similar. Seeing as unless c/Techno has a bust size in need of support, this probably isn't gonna be the one worn most in battle as, while corsets can be moved pretty easily in, they were not made in the intention to be worn into battle.

An underbust would be more flexible and still provide any sort of support, and a mid-torso corset probably wouldn't provide the same amount of support but would still help with supporting one's back, especially when riding a horse or walking for a long time and trust me good back support is a BOON when you're wearing armour. On that front, while a corset that has boning made of baleen, metal, or bone might provide some protection to slashing attacks, and distribution of impact to an extent, against an arrow/axe/well placed sword strike, not great. That's the point of wearing a gambison and armour in general. A gambeson acts as a means of keeping armour from touching the skin and chaffing, as well as providing an extra layer of squish between the body and the weapon. You can actually just wear a gembeson when fighting in a pinch, it won't exactly protect against an axe or flail or mace or arrow, but much like a corset slashing damage will be diminished.

So, as for wearing a corset while also wearing armour, to look fashionable but still provide protection, I would say the best way to do so would be to wear a mid-torso corset with a gambeson style interior, and a crop top style gambeson over the top and half-breast plate over that. Would I wear it into battle? Absolutly not. Would it provide protection during a display of power in a parade? Yes. Is it better than nothing? Also yes. Am I going to draw this at some point? Absofuckinlutely! The more likely form, and one that would be very interesting to see that I have yet to see any artist (so far) make, would be a wasp-waist style of breastplate armour. At that point you basically have a full on metal corset that's way more effective than just wearing the weirdly layered bits of corsetry and armour that was previously mentioned. Anyways, I am sleep deprived and have definitley missed a few points but I hope whoever has read this enjoyed the ramblings ok goodnight.

#dsmp #technoblade #please don't hate me I'm very tired #i need to draw that description cause I don't think any of that made sense #sleepy bois inc

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bonefall · 1 year

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for real cinderheart’s injury is so stupid in cannon. Deadfoot was a respected /Deputy/ but she can’t be a warrior with a limp :///

I know :/// The treatment of disability in the narrative is just, absolutely egregious. A limp is really not that big of a deal and the cats react like she's going to be taken out back and shot like an old horse.

Not to mention how when they DO have characters who wouldn't be able to carry out the daily tasks of a warrior, they get 'dealt with' very quickly. They die as insultingly young cats, or sometimes just have the disability taken away entirely. Somehow they managed to put BOTH of these into Cinderpelt's reincarnation plotline. Plus,

Shadowsight doesn't have REAL epilepsy his brain was full of plot juice.

Longtail was tree'd in early OotS

Briarlight's egregious greencough death. "Don't worry we don't have to feel bad for her anymore :)" I'm beating the writing team with a stick

So of course im fixing all this

Cinderheart's injury is more about her emotional struggle with it, how it makes her feel left out, generally feeling useless and unwanted, even though that is not true. The injury is just a catalyst for an episode about her emotional state; and NO reincarnation plotline.

Shadowsight is born with epilepsy and he will have it his whole life. It has little to nothing to do with the ancestor spirits.

Longtail trains Jayfeather. I also don't want to tree him :/ I might squish Mousefur and have her save Briarlight in the process instead.

Briarlight is surviving at LEAST into TBC forGET that ridiculous AVoS funeral

And that's not to mention other characters who are just, casually going to be around. Sorreltail and her absence seizures, Dovewing and her deafness, Wildfur and his "Version 1" mobility sled. Characters with ADHD, BPD, Autism, etc. Stuff like that.

#Mods asleep post Deadfoot's Bonker #Disability #Abelism #Bonefall Rewrite

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scribophantasma · 9 months

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The Phantom Rabbit Ch.1

After witnessing that scene with the demon and witch, the white rabbit ran out of the cottage and into the snowy forest as fast as it could go.

You were so scared and confused that the rabbit instincts took over, and they urged you to run until you couldn’t anymore. While you were doing so, the scenery changed from snowy forest to crowded, cobblestone, streets. Your rabbit instincts were going haywire at this point because nowhere was safe!

Everywhere you turned, you were nearly stepped on, ran over, and kicked by accident! It wasn’t until you darted into an alleyway to hide that your human rationale regained control. You flopped over and just lay there, panting in exhaustion as your mind processed everything.

‘Holy crap! What the heck was that?! What’s going on?! Where is this place?!’

You examined the white paws that replaced your hands, and touched the ear that flopped over your face. Yup, they were definitely yours. Craning your neck, you examined the cottontail behind you that confirmed your suspicions. ‘WHY AM I A FREAKING RABBIT?!’

Suddenly, a high pitched squeal invaded your poor, ultra-sensitive ears and then a pair of hands snatched you up and squished you close.

“Milady! You mustn’t run into dark alleyways!” A female voice panicked.

“Paula, I told you to call me Lizzy! And I’m alright. Look at this bunny rabbit that I found. IT’S SOOOO CUTE!”

‘My ears….’

“I can’t wait to take it home and show it to mother, father and Edward!”

You squirmed until your head was free from the sea of pink that was the girl’s dress. Then you stared in shock at her face.

It was freaking Elizabeth from Black Butler!

"Milady,"

"IT'S LIZZY!"

"Sorry. Lizzy, you know how your mother is about animals you find on the streets. Also, the dogs and cats would make a meal out of the poor rabbit. You have to let it go."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO!" Shrieked the pink banshee. She proceeded to throw a tantrum as she pressed your body to one side of her face.

"Mother gets to breed her hounds, Father has his ugly Persian cats and Edward always adds to his horse collection. All I want is ONE cute pet! It's not fair! WAAAAAH!!!"

You stared deadpanned at Paula with your ears pinned back as the maid tried in vain to calm the crybaby. The little noble wasn't even crying for reals- otherwise your fur would be drenched in her tears. How could Paula not see that Elizabeth was pulling off crocodile tears like the spoilt, privileged, little brat she is?

"Milady, please! Do not cry… The rabbit will be fine… Mylady, you're causing a scene! Please stop… I know! Let's go shopping! That always makes you feel better. We have to get a present for your fiance anyways."

Suddenly Elizabeth stopped 'crying' and exclaimed, "THAT'S IT!"

You winced and held your head in your paws. 'AHHH MY EARS!!!'

"I'll give the bunny to Ciel! Then I can visit both Phantomhive manor, and the cute bunny whenever I want!"

"What a splendid idea!" Paula agreed. Then she took out her stupid bells. "Jingle, jingle!"

You groaned. 'So damn annoying!'

"Let's go prepare his gift!" Said Elizabeth, and then she sprinted off with you in her arms.

"Ah! Wait for me, milady!" Paula cried.

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Elizabeth took you to a place called 'Le Choyé Pampered Pets Botique'. You raised a figurative eyebrow at the name because it said the same word twice.

After shouting excitedly at the workers about how you were a present for her fiance, they immediately set to work to make you 'even cuter'.

It was torture!

First, you were nuked with rose scented perfume- which got in your eyes. You were so preoccupied with rubbing them that you were unable to fight off what happened next: a thorough brushing with a bristly brush. Were they using a cactus?! You squealed in pain, but everyone in the store aww'ed at the sounds. Damn sadists! Before you could recover from that experience, you were strangled with an obnoxiously large, dark pink bow tie. You immediately gagged and tugged on it with your paws. While you were doing so, someone picked you up and stuffed you inside a suffocating box.

'They didn't even put any air holes, what the hell?!'

Getting on your back, you tried to kick the box open with your hind feet, but the box had been wrapped up tight.

Feeling light headed, you rolled over again and clawed at a corner of the box until you breached the cardboard and wrapping paper. Finally, some air! The bow on your neck wasn't helping though.

You continued to tug on the fabric as someone picked up the box and moved you elsewhere. Based on the muffled sounds and bumpy sensations, Elizabeth and Paula were now inside a carriage.

You tuned out the conversation they were having and dwelled in your own thoughts after finally loosening the constrictor grip on that ribbon.

You thought back to the events that brought you here. How a portal suddenly opened beneath you, and sucked you through… The quick, but painful transformation from human to rabbit… How the demonic creature attacked that lady, over a soul. Said soul definitely being yours.

That explains how you got here, but why were you transformed into a rabbit?

Also, you don't want to get eaten by a demon! From what you understand, Sebastian is starving himself to make his meal (Ciel) more tasty. You're not that desperate to sell your soul… Heck, you'd enjoy being human again for a few moments before paying the devil's due. Would Sebastian eat you on the spot?

You recall that he claims to have grown tired of devouring every soul in sight, indicating that a contract is not even needed for him to eat souls. Does being in a contract keep Sebastian from eating other souls?

If that is the case, what if he feeds you to Ciel- like, straight up serving him roast rabbit for supper to merge your souls together?! Your fur bristled and you shivered at the thought.

But what if he doesn't sense your soul?

Should you tell them (or, find a way to tell them)? If you somehow manage to convince them that you're trapped in this rabbit form, you could get their help. After that fiasco in town where everything tried to unintentionally you, there was no way you would survive on your own. Unlike you, they have resources, powers, and opposable thumbs. They could help you find a way to change back, and return to your own world.

But like his demon servant, Ciel never helps anyone for free. He'll exploit you for his personal gain and use you like a pawn in chess. Heck, he lied and made an empty promise to Snake, just to keep him under his employ. What could you possibly offer him in your state- cuddles and snuggles?

Should you keep this to yourself? It'll be hard and dangerous without help. On the flipside, everything else is just as dangerous.

You're damned if you do, and damned if you don't. That is the worst place to be.

What other option is there- do nothing and leave everything to the hands of fate?

You pondered on these thoughts as the carriage kept bouncing and bumping, making you collide with every wall in the box.

This was going to be a looooong ride.

#blackbutler #elizabeth midford #rabbit #fanfiction #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #x-readers

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zahri-melitor · 4 months

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Newish Comics:

Batman and Robin #4: I see we are having yet another flashback to Damian's Terrible Childhood (TM). Also narrowing my eyes at Kirk here. Apparently we are back in our Man-Bat being morally ambiguous era (when will my son, Aaron Langstrom, return from the pit on non-existence??)

Look I don't care what reason Williamson comes up with to convince Damian to go to school I'm just happy to see him attending school! He needs it!

Outsiders #2: I still so very much wish they'd used a different title for this comic. Anyway, underwater submersible adventures! Someone had fun reading all the ways the Titan could have been built better, I think.

Speed Force #2: this remains cute and devoted to fun and continuity (aside from the tragic continued squishing of generations together).

Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #3: I think having this as my introductory Riley Rossmo comic is going really well, as I do actually love the dynamism of the art in how this story is told. Also Tom Napolitano as letterer is doing a BUNCH of work even if there's no hand lettering. It's appreciated! Oh the story? I'm enjoying it. I'm reasonably light on JSA knowledge so I'm just enjoying the ride here.

Action Comics #1060: Etrigan! *kicky feet* Also I really do enjoy Otho-Ra. The B and C plots here are both event stories, if I read this right? Events I'm not reading yet.

World’s Finest Teen Titans #6: I love everyone at this bar. I love Roy and Ollie having a moment. I love Wally threatening to start using trick arrows (to Roy’s outrage). I love Garth breaking my heart and Donna comforting him. I love Karen and Mal being adorable together.

And I love Dick’s speech.

You killed once, you’ll do it again. ... But this ‘end always justifies the means’ crap is your Achilles heel.

Love your work, Dick Grayson.

The Warlord #30: This week in Skartaris the Theran Army is invading Shamballah! But Travis is delayed in telling anyone as he has to fight a leopard in a tree! Then his horse has run off and he swims through a bog, where he gets eaten by a marine dinosaur (he escapes via the power of being The Warlord and stabbing his sword through the dino while in its stomach).

Anyway Travis starts swinging between trees in his race to warn Shamballah, when the tree he's in falls down because a forester cut it down. He convinces the forester to help him spread the warning (though the forester is worried about his family nearby)

They warn the villages, get back together, the Therans are coming, Travis blocks a narrow bridge, and the forester runs back to warn his family...including his very familiar son!

HELLO JOSHUA! I SUSPECT YOU ARE THE REAL JOSHUA AND NOT THE CLONE EVEN THOUGH THE STORY TRIED TO TELL ME YOU WERE THE CLONE. (Having read wikis I also know this is true, but it was also...obvious. From the writing)

Look! Joshua even has his watch armband so there is no way you can confuse him for any other red headed child called Joshua. (Also...great job there Deimos and Deimos' minions, hiding Joshua...right under Tara's nose literally in the surrounding forest of Shamballah. Truly a difficult place to find him).

Oh so we are FULL retconning the 'that's the clone' theory now are we? I mean it was bullshit from the start but you know.

Anyway the forester then tries to save Travis in his final stand by sending a logjam of logs down the stream to knock out Travis' opponents! And there we leave it.

Honestly I don't know why I bother to read any comic that is not The Warlord, it's the greatest. Even though Mike Grell didn't draw any bondage this week.

#z canon read throughs #newish comics

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bippot · 1 year

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Rhett with daddy kink!!!! Rhett with daddy kink! PLSSS!

Summary: The Abbott's have been working Rhett to the bone for far too long and he's allowed one day off to finally catch up on some quality time with his girlfriend. She, under no circumstances, allows him to get out of bed.

Tags: Lazy Mornings, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Daddy Kink, Marriage Proposal, implied childhood neglect

Song Recommendation: Hey Cowboy by Devon Cole

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As of late, Royal had been a real grumpy bastard, which wasn't unusual, but it was annoying. He'd broken his ankle when something spooked his horse and it threw him painfully down to the ground. Since then, he'd been moping around the house like some kind of kicked puppy or whatever.

And because Royal was being a bitch that meant that Rhett had to pick up the slack for his father. It had been fine at first. Doing both his father's and his job was a lot but Perry was there to help too, and therefore, Rhett wasn't alone with it all. Then Amelia kept getting in trouble at school so Perry would have to pop off to go sort that out, leaving Rhett to do all three of their chores. One day was okay; he didn't mind it. Two? Still manageable. A week? His steps definitely were a bit slower.

Two weeks? He started sleeping back in his childhood bedroom rather than his apartment because that would cut down travel times and he could get that half an hour of extra sleep. Once a month went by and he got one day off. Finally. It was a Sunday and, although his mother expected him to still go to church, Rhett intended to spend all of it with his girlfriend.

Ring Ring. Cecilia calling.

Awaking to the noise at three in the morning, Rhett went to take the call but his hand was swiftly slapped away. "But, baby, what if there's trouble?" he groggily whined, his voice hoarse and far too sexy for so early in the morning.

"If there's trouble, they'll have to drive here and tell you in person," Y/N replied firmly, pushing his phone further away from him so he wouldn't be able to reach.

They waited until the call rang out and, as soon as it did, Y/N tucked her head back under Rhett's chin where she belonged. She ran a finger through his hair, gently combing out any knots left over from his restless night. Despite how tired he clearly was, it was a task to coax him to sleep and still took a while.

Just as he was about to drift back off, a sudden brightness stopped him from doing so as a single square of light lit up the whole room.

Perry: Roundup?

Y/N leant over, got a quick glimpse of the text and turned his phone off without saying anything. As of two days ago, Royal had proven that he was capable of riding a horse again so did they really need Rhett at this precise moment? No. The answer was no. They didn't.

"What it say?" Rhett asked softly, his eyes still closed.

"Tell you in the morning. Go back to sleep."

"You know I can't do that, darlin." He tried to sit up but she promptly pushed him back down onto the bed before he even got a chance. As his back hit the mattress, she slowly straddled his waist and let her weight drop on top of him, essentially squishing him into staying put. "Sweet thing, you know I can just lift you up if I wanted to."

"You haven't done it, so you must not want to."

True, he didn't. Leaving her and the comfort of their bed would be a sin. In an effort to further stop him, she flopped and became total dead weight to pin him to the bed again. After several lazy and futile attempts, he gave up trying to move and lay still, arms draped lazily around her back and face buried in her hair. Her breath tickled his skin, soft and warm and sweet.

"You're going to take the blame if my parents disown me," he joked, his mouth barely moving. She laughed. A short, quiet chuckle, full of fondness and love and happiness and so many other things that Rhett couldn't possibly name them all. It was music to his very tired ears.

It didn't take long before the sounds faded to silence and all that was left was breathing and heartbeats. In, out, in, out until she noticed his got deeper and more regular. And then, in an instant, she moved to look down on his sleeping face. Her thumb lightly traced the line of his jaw, taking in his relaxed features like it was the most important thing in her life and maybe it was. He always looked so peaceful in sleep.

To be honest, it was the only time he truly looked peaceful. When Rhett slept, he was free and slowed and his features weren't pinched tightly with stress and worry. There was no tension in his posture, no lines on his forehead, no furrowed brow, no frowns. No anger. She knew better than anyone that underneath all the scars and rage and pain, Rhett was still a softhearted man, just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

But sometimes he needed to be reminded of it. Sometimes he needed to understand that he wasn't a hero who could fix everyone else's problems just because he felt like it. Sometimes he needed to feel loved. To know that no matter how strong, or tough, or rough he appeared to be, someone loved him all the same. To remember that he was worth more than what he had to offer. That he deserved more than what his family was willing to give him.

With a soft peck on the cheek, she placed her head on his shoulder and spent the rest of the morning as his weighted blanket. But when he woke up and the sun was streaming in through the curtains, she was no longer in bed. Rhett stretched, cracking every vertebrae in his spine and popping his joints, and sat up abruptly, the covers pooling at his hips as he checked the clock. 11:00. He'd never slept that late before, but apparently, he'd been tired enough to do so.

"Stay there!" Y/N ordered as soon as she heard him stirring. He froze in place, waiting patiently to see if she had anything planned. Tray in hand, Y/N pushed the door with her hip to reveal a big slap up full English breakfast. Eggs. Sausages. Bacon. Beans. Tomatoes. Mushrooms. And toast. His eyes widened and his stomach growled a little louder than he expected.

"Baby…" he breathed in awe, looking at her with so much love it made him dizzy. If she hadn't already fallen in love with him, the expression currently on his face would've done it for sure - he grinned stupidly, his eyes big and round like saucers, his cheeks flushed, and his bedhead standing up in all directions.

"Morning, handsome." She placed the tray of food on his lap and kissed his forehead. "Eat up. I'll go get your coffee." And before he could stop her, she disappeared back to the kitchen, leaving him to stare at her retreating form, utterly speechless and aching for more of her.

He picked up his fork and stabbed at the eggs with it while his mind wandered in a daze. Did he deserve all this pampering? Yes, definitely. What about his responsibilities though? Well, fuck em. It was one day that he could treat himself. He'd earned it. The delicious aroma of bacon and coffee wafted into his nostrils and he dug right into his feast. Somehow when Y/N returned, it seemed as if the food became even better tasting just by being in her presence. He ate with such gusto that she teased, "Slow down, cowboy. You'll get a stomach ache at that speed."

"Tastes too good to waste," he chirped back through a mouthful, his grin goofy and lopsided. He was practically inhaling his breakfast like it was going out of style, devouring each bite. She just smiled and shook her head, placing his drink on the bedside table.

His eyes followed her movements as she sat beside him, gently placing her hot chocolate down in one hand and the other taming the mess that was his hair with her fingers. Once he was sure the mess was settled to her liking, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, which was quickly covered with a smile. "Thanks, darlin', y'know I love it when you're sweet on me." His words came out muffled due to the mass amount of food in his mouth, yet it had her snorting into her mug and shaking her head.

"You eat like a pig."

"A happy pig."

Throughout his breakfast, Rhett kept trying to feed her parts of his meal, but Y/N would either slap his hand away or laugh and playfully remind him that she made it specifically for him, so he shouldn't be giving her gifts away to anyone (not even to her) unless he wanted to deal with her wrath and a long winded lecture about letting himself be selfish sometimes. He didn't stop trying though.

"Open up," Rhett demanded as he poked her side, a teasing tone in his voice. As she went to refuse, he squished some bacon into her mouth and, ignoring her protests, held his hand over her mouth until she accepted defeat. "Tastes good, huh?" He cheekily complimented after removing his hand.

"Would've tasted better without your grubby hands all over it."

"My hands? Thought you liked them all over you."

"You're too cocky for your own good, Abbott."

"You love me for it."

Y/N didn't respond to that. Instead, she smiled, picked up her cup from the nightstand and took a sip of the drink, her gaze wandering towards the window, now illuminated by rays of sunlight that shone directly at their faces, making everything look a bit softer, a bit sweeter.

Once he was done and possibly couldn't eat anymore food, Rhett gulped down his coffee in on swig, took her drink from her hand to slap it on the table and placed the tray on his lap to the ground, the dish making a little 'clink' sound as it hit the floor. The second his hands were free, he loomed over her and planted both palms firmly against the bed beside her head, leaning into her space, trapping her between his body and the bed frame.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, sweetness?" He teased. His eyes roamed her face, taking in her bright eyes that twinkled under the sunlight and her parted lips, plump and inviting. He licked his own dry lips, suddenly feeling parched despite just downing a cup of Joe.

"What's the plan for the rest of our day off?" She asked, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at him, knowing fully well what he intended. That question was unneeded.

Button by button, he undid the plaid shirt she'd been wearing, teasing as he went, "You know what, I used to have this exact shirt."

"Oh yeah, what happened to it?"

"Stolen. By one of my many, many lovers."

"Wow, you're a real casanova type, eh?"

"Mmhmm, and you, ma'am, have always been my favourite."

Lovingly, she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the blush that appeared on her cheeks. This boy, she thought with a smile. This charming cowboy was hers. All hers. Forever. So, to show her appreciation, she tugged him down to give him a big ol' smooch. His lips instantly moulded themselves into a beautiful smile against hers, the corners upturned adorably.

"Stop smiling, I'm trying to kiss you."

"Stop making me happy then, doll." He nudged his nose against hers playfully and her cheeks grew pinker as she let out a loud giggle, unable to fight the smile that stretched across her features. "And you know what would make me happier, if that's even possible?"

She hummed for him to respond.

"Dessert."

Before she had managed to come up with something snarky to say back, Rhett was dragging his lips down her neck to nip at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She let her head roll to the side to give him more access to her skin, her hand finding its way to the back of his head to hold him firmly in place.

"Oh Rhett," she moaned, causing him to smirk smugly against her skin. There was a certain type of pride in making her react like that. He loved how she melted for him, he really did. Rhett sucked a mark into her skin, revelling in the feel of her trembling underneath him, in his arms and ever since the first time he'd experienced it, he knew there was no going back. Not for either of them. Not ever. And maybe that was okay with him.

For once in his life, he was content with just being still, and enjoying everything around him without worrying about his family and what they were up to. Just focusing on her. Her scent. Her smile. Her warmth. All of it. He didn't want to move ever again. Ever.

He slowly moved downwards to trail hot, wet kisses along her neck, nibbling gently at the soft skin and sucking small marks on her collarbones, causing her to let out tiny groans of pleasure every time he pressed his lips against her skin. Yet, he'd been taking so long she couldn't help but whine, "Baby, I know we have all day...That doesn't mean you have to drag it out, fucking taking soooo long, y'know?"

It was only when he'd reached the hollow of her throat that she felt his hands sliding up the sides of her open shirt, slowly caressing and trailing feathery touches over the expanse of her bare skin, and all she wanted to do was rip it off and jump onto him. There were a few moves she had up her sleeve to quicken his movements, and knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

She tilted his chin up to look at her and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. "Daddy, please. Need you to touch me," she whispered hoarsely, her breath fanning over his parted lips. Her words were enough motivation for him because before she even finished her sentence, his hand was sliding into her underwear to feel the effect he had on her. As soon as she said that, he was like putty in her hands.

"Good lord, doll," he muttered as he brought his coated finger to his mouth to lick it, savouring the taste of her on his tongue, his eyes never leaving her flushed, lust filled face. "So wet for me... yet so impatient." He pushed her knees further apart to give himself more access, allowing him full reign over her body and he immediately pulled down her panties to expose her completely to him.

The moment she felt his warm hands slip up from her knees to her thighs, his lips followed their path, kissing and licking his way down towards her centre, sending waves of pleasure through her veins the entire way. His tongue traced a path along her folds to the edge of her opening to tease her entrance before sinking a finger inside with one smooth thrust.

"There we go, sweet thing," he praised as he slid another digit in once she was ready. "Gotta give my babygirl what she wants, huh? How can I resist? Especially when you're so good to me." He gave her a loving nip on the soft skin of her thigh before attaching his mouth to her clit, sucking and swirling his tongue as he continued to slide two fingers in and out of her.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy. Oh god."

Her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips rocked against his fingers, begging and pleading for more, and Rhett took full advantage of that by pumping his fingers in and out faster and harder, until her walls started tightening around his fingers. She whimpered as she threw her head back on the pillow, tears pooling at the corner of her eye as she squeezed her legs closer together and squished his head a little.

As he expected, his dessert was as sweet as ever. If there was a way Rhett could weasel his way between her thighs, he would. The slow crushing of his ears between her legs was a signifier that he was doing his goddamn job, and he was doing it well. It wasn't long before he could feel that the oncoming wave of pleasure was about to reach its precipice, could hear it in her breathless moans.

"Look at you, all red and needy for me," he growled against her, pressing his lips against her heated flesh, suckling and licking at her until her whole body shivered and quaked with desire. "Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Make a mess for daddy? Let go, let it go, baby."

And she did. Her muscles convulsed and jerked, releasing a powerful ode of pure bliss as she came undone with his name on her lips. Her cries vibrated through her throat in the most erotic way. It drove him crazy, hearing her calling his name like that. Hearing her voice laced with so much need and emotion sent an electrifying thrill down his spine, filling him up with fire that burned him alive, scorching his blood and warming every inch of his body.

"Shit, I'll never tire of that sound," he muttered before dropping a kiss to her stomach and watched her regain her breath after her orgasm subsided, her hands still locked into his locks and massaging his scalp as an apology for all the pulling she'd just done.

Rhett grinned up her as he rested his chin on just below her navel, tracing patterns on her skin with the tips of his fingers, relishing in the sensation of her soft skin against his rough fingertips.

"How was your dessert, sir?" she inquired in her best impression of a snotty waiter, but didn't stop the way she was running her fingers through his messy curls.

"Delicious," he murmured, letting his eyelids close, a lazy grin spreading across his tanned face. "Although, and you better tell the chef this, there was a moment when my head was getting thoroughly squashed, made me a little lightheaded, not gonna lie. Yet, I think that adds to the ambience. I like it, now that I think about it."

"Ah, that comment will be forwarded to the chef."

Tenderly, she chuckled, her heart melting at the expression of love and affection that spread across his handsome face as he gazed at her. It made him look younger than he actually was, less tired and more energetic and carefree. His irises sparkled under the golden light from the window, his hair tousled from sleep and the wildness of his passion shining through.

In that very moment, he looked nothing short of divine. Nothing short of perfect. It was moments like these, where he was just himself, a man, not an Abbott. Just Rhett.

"Come up here, I want a kiss," she pouted softly, reaching out her arms to beckon him upwards. He obliged and climbed on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows as their faces met halfway between them, their lips connecting in a passionate embrace.

"You're very demanding," he teased against her lips before capturing them again in another hungry kiss.

"Mmm, yeah, I am. It comes naturally." She wrapped her arms around his torso as she pulled him closer and kissed him harder, only moving away to kiss across his cheek and up to his ear so she could whisper, "And I demand that daddy lets me ride him," and seductively bite at his lobe.

Then to give her exactly what she wanted, as he often did, he flipped them over so she was on top of him, his hands gripping her hips tightly and grinding them against him. The way her bare clit was rubbing against the hard bulge in his underwear caused her eyes to close in bliss, the sensations overwhelming and making her moan and writhe with pleasure and wantonness in his hold.

Practically entranced by the way her hips moved on their own accord against him, her eyes closed and startled open when he decided she was having too much fun just doing this and wrapped his hand around her throat. "You look so beautiful, baby, so fucking sexy and perfect," he growled, pulling her forward for a kiss and squeezing her neck a little. "I need to be inside you. Stop teasing me and start riding my cock, doll."

A shiver went through her body at his order and she nodded her head, eagerly obeying his wishes but - to be a little bratty - she slid her way down his body to pull his underwear down his legs and throw it somewhere in the bedroom. On her way back up, she gave a quick peck to the head of his cock before hovering over and beginning to sink down onto him slowly.

"Oh fuck, baby," Rhett groaned, closing his eyes in utter ecstasy as he felt her warm wetness surround his swollen cock. He held her hips steady, guiding her down with each stroke and soon, they were both moaning and panting.

As soon as she found her rhythm, he let his touch roam all over her curves, his palm stroking and squeezing gently as he felt her pussy clench around his dick. "Ride me. Be a good girl and ride me until you come," he grunted, biting on his lip to keep himself in check from screaming as she was driving him mad with her exquisite beauty, the feeling she created in him so intoxicating that it almost overwhelmed him. Almost. Yet, he managed to hold himself together.

She did as he said without hesitation, leaning back to grasp onto his knees for some of support as she rode him roughly, throwing her head back as she released a string of incoherent sounds from deep within her throat. "That's right, baby," he groaned as he watched her ride him, watching her face while she got herself off, and was thoroughly enjoying every single second of it. "Show daddy just how good you are."

His palms caressed their way up to her breasts, cupping and pinching her nipples lightly in between his thumb and forefinger. Each time her back arched, Rhett tightened his grip on her breasts, making her cry out in ecstasy, the vibrations coursing through her entire frame and setting off a series of explosions all throughout her body.

The pleasure built inside her until finally, she reached the peak, and a high whine cry broke free from her lips as she fell against his chest. He held her tight as she cried out and flopped her head onto his shoulder, yet he didn't stop. He knew she could take it.

Whispering in her ear, "Good job, baby. Let me take over now. Just gotta take it, let daddy use you," and kissing along her hairline as he did exactly as he said. With her pleasured cries next to his ear, he moved her as if she didn't weigh anything at all; she felt feather light in his arms, completely boneless beneath him. He was pulling her onto him faster and faster, taking everything and thrusting even more vigorously as she continued to let him completely dominate her body, letting him control her every move as he pumped her relentlessly.

Tears were pooling at the corners of her eyes as she gazed down at him, her gaze burning with such unbridled passion, and lust, and need that he couldn't help but stare back at her with unabashed admiration. A droplet of salty water slid down her cheek and he was quick to wipe it away with his thumb before pressing his forehead against hers.

"So beautiful, baby...so sweet." He took one of her hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss on her palm as if it was sacred. He was truly amazed, absolutely impressed with the effect she had on him. Every fiber of his being craved her, yearned for her. But more than any other person on earth, she had captivated his entire soul and would continue to do so until the day he died. That was how deeply he loved her and how desperately he needed to be near her. Forever.

And then he was surging up into her in a forceful thrust that took her breath away. "Damn it, sweet thing, you're killing me here," he mumbled against her neck, tightening his hold on her waist as he continued to pump relentlessly. "Want daddy to fill you up? Want daddy to pound his come in you? Do you? Gotta say it out loud, doll."

Her throat constricted as the tears kept flowing down her cheeks, and yet a small, content smile curled around her lips. This must have been heaven. Her lover was pounding into her, the bed creaking beneath them, the sound of his voice and the feel of his hands on her body urging her to use all the will she had left to weakly mumble out, "Please...please fill me up...Daddy..."

Rhett held her close as his climax built up once more, his eyes half open, his breaths coming quickly, until finally he reached his pinnacle and released himself within her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he emptied himself, his muscles twitching erratically under her as she lay limp on top of him, her breathing heavy and laboured, still caught in an aftershock of pure bliss.

After he had recovered a little, he lifted his head up and gazed lovingly down at her, tracing the contours of her face with his index finger, running it up and down her jawline before pressing a light kiss to her forehead. With his lips still against her skin, he spoke his thoughts aloud, "I don't know if this is the post nut high talking - I don't think it is - but," he made sure they were making eye contact as he added, "Marry me?"

Now, he had no idea what came over him. None at all. It was spontaneous. On the spot. But, he knew he wanted it.

His question hung unanswered between them as her brain tried to comprehend that, yes, he did just propose. It seemed as if her mouth had lost all functions and no words could form. No matter how hard she tried to think, she couldn't process the idea. It was crazy. Utterly ridiculous. Ridiculous. Outrageous.

Then finally, she let out a confused, "No."

Oh, his smile fell instantly, eyebrows drawing together, lips forming a small circle as his chest sank.

"No?"

"Give it some thought. Just five minutes and ask me again once you've thought it through," she said calmly before lifting her upper body up from his torso, only to be squished against his sweaty chest when his arms wrapped around her back and kept her there. "If I get a UTI, I'm blaming you."

True, he hadn't thought too hard about it. Not really. But deep down, he knew he wanted her to stay by his side forever. He wanted to have a home with her, a family that he could wake up next to every morning, a baby in their arms, and a house filled with laughter and love and affection that could last an eternity.

They'd move away someday. Somewhere they could raise a family and live happily ever after, hopefully in a house with a garden in the backyard and lots of children running around chasing butterflies. They might get a dog or two. Or five. And some cats. Just one big, happy family that had no murky secrets or past or regrets. That's all Rhett wanted for them. A fresh start. A clean slate.

Still, he didn't let her leave. For the next five minutes she was firmly trapped on top of him as he was deadly silent. She could hear him thinking. If she could read minds, it would definitely show a mixed up and muddled (but still sweet) progression of memories from their relationship. Parts were in the wrong order and she definitely didn't wear polka dots on their third date, yet that's how the memory looked in his head.

Finally, he broke their silence.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Marry me?" he asked, a soft grin appearing on his face. "Thought about it for exactly five minutes."

Ah, why he kept checking the alarm clock made sense now.

Chuckling, Y/N brushed some hair away from his forehead. "Baby...are you sure? One hundred percent serious?" Her eyes began to brim with tears once again, although these were far more innocent. "You're not joking? Just kidding?"

"I'm dead serious." He shook his head softly, cupping her cheek with his free hand and leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips. "Marry me?"

And she laughed. She laughed! Like, genuinely, fully laughed! Not fake or sarcastic or mean spirited. Honest laughter that echoed throughout the room and sent goosebumps racing up his skin. "Yes, yes!" Y/N nodded frantically. She didn't know where this newfound burst of energy came from, but she did feel energised. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Then he found himself being assaulted with an uncountable amount of kisses, causing him to groan and pull her into him even harder, the two bodies pressed together so tightly, he was afraid they might fuse together at any second and turn into one giant ball of fleshy mush. He didn't mind one bit. Not at all. Not one fucking bit. In fact, it seemed right. Like destiny or something. Like they should have been joined together from the very beginning and should always have stayed like this.

While he knew that people might talk, he had no qualms offering, "Can I take your last name?" Admittedly, she was a little surprised. "Think about it, we could move somewhere nice and where it's a big enough town that they have those food delivery apps and we don't know anyone. Nobody would've heard about an Abbott and they wouldn't have to because... because I'll be a L/N."

He paused for a moment, got to his knees on the bed and then added, "We'd get a big home - a home, not a farm or a ranch or any place where our little ones would have to work to the bone to be respected - and -"

Interrupting him with a kiss, Y/N cut off the flow of rambling speech with another kiss. A deep, full, loving kiss that toppled him backwards into the mattress, pulling Y/N down upon top of him. She was giggling uncontrollably by the end of it, which caused him to laugh, too. They sat there, legs entangled, arms thrown around each other, kissing and giggling and laughing until eventually, their lungs began to ache and there was absolutely nothing else either of them wanted to do.

After another few seconds spent simply looking at one another, she smiled shyly, leaned forward and pecked him once on the lips before whispering, "Rhett L/N has a ring to it, don't you think?"

"Sure does."

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