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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife #10 : Snack Time

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Momma bird hungry for all the snacks in the world. Takes some time and frustration before Joel figures out the exact kind of snack you really want.

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Angry!Joel, oral M!receiving, face fucking, throat bulge, throat-pie, dumbification, junk food binge, eating meat, bossy reader as always

18+ ONLY

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Joel didn’t know he married the Hungry Hungry Hippo, Galactus the planet devourer, Garfield the tabby cat.

You’re on your phone texting while cuddling Joel. He’s more interested in the movie than you are, but that doesn’t stop him from tracing his finger along your arm, occasionally kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his nose. He loves the scent of your shampoo after a wash, damp and cold against his warm chest. Sometimes you protest how closely he wants to cuddle you, all smushed up on the couch. Your body temp skyrocketed with the baby changing everything. But since he’s keep the AC on full blast, your warm heavy body keeps him from being a popsicle.

The landlines chimes in from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes. Of course, something to interrupt the comfort that took 40 minutes for you to settle into. "I'll get it,” He grumbles quickly and hoists himself up off the couch. He wants to make whoever the fuck is calling at such a late hour a quick convo. If it’s fucking Tommy needing bailed out again, he thinks begrudgingly, I’ll just hang up on him.

He clears his throat and answers: “Hello, Miller Residents.”

"Can you get me a bowl of Cap'n crunch while you're up?"

He glances back over at you sitting up on the couch, your cell to your ear as you wave at him. you point to your belly mouthing I T S F O R T H E B A B Y.

It’s for the baby, my ass. You’ve been a hungry hungry hippo who’s been snacking like crazy and ignoring the doctor’s warnings.

But cranky Momma is way worse than a scolding doctor.

He grits his teeth and slams the receiver a little too hard down on the desk.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, a clash of a bowl on the counter and the jingle of overly processed cereal filling it up.

He walks back into the living room. You’ve taken up the whole couch now, with no inclination to move over to let him back on.

You shove a fist into the bowl and pop a bunch of the crunchy orange squares into your mouth “f’anks” you mumble, eyes not once making contact with him as you stare ahead and much away. Crumbs fall onto your chest and down to the floor and sofa, as if Joel hadn’t just cleaned all of it this morning.

The next night, Joel's cooking some steaks. You weren’t really a meat-crazed person, having maybe one or two helpings of poultry or occasionally red beef a week, but normally ,you could go without it for a few meals without thinking about it.

Pregnant momma? She was a fucking carnivore. He had barely set the sizzling steak down before you snatch one onto your plate. He turns around to slice into one, checking its temp before serving, only to see it was a bit too red and bloodied on the inside.

"Oh babe I gotta cook these a little longer; they're too rare--"

You were hacking away and tearing a large chunks of the red, near pulsing meat, juices pouring out your lips, a vampire gorged on a fat blood sucking meal. Despite its tenderness, you chew endlessly and stare off into the table like a Llama enjoying its food on the field.

"Maybe...we should—slow down a bit,” he suggests with uncertainty. His fork and knife frozen in midair, still in each hand. He hasn’t shifted view or blinked, but clear worry (and maybe a tad bit of fear) stretch across his face.

"Uighgrrfmggmmdeeofxsw,” you reply with gargled cow remains sloshing in your wide open trap.

“Right. That."

You swallow what’s left. Joel’s does a double take: your steak is somehow gone, juice licked clean off the plate in front of you.

“Can I have yours???"

He had only sliced 4 cuts for himself so far. But the hungry look in your pupils, licking your lips while watching his dinner, it’s clear you’ve answered for him. He sadly sets his cutlery down and slides his plate to you.

Its even more interesting when you douse it in salt and throw a slab of butter on top of it, watching it melt before slicing a big chunk off.

"You gotta watch the salt intake—“

“—Can you make chicken? I want chicken now.”

“N-no,” he shakes his head, whiplash from the conversation. Maybe you’ve gone def AND blind AND lost your taste buds. “I made steak. You've had 2 steaks now. Why do you need chicken?”

“That second one was for the baby. The chicken is for me.”

“What about the fist one?”

“….We split that.”

“Awfully hungry baby,” he says with a dead tone, straight faced as he eats the one roll left in the basket that hasn’t been devoured by you.

“Well she’s yours, isn’t she?”

You wipe your face with a napkin, a fried chicken leg and wing now securely packed tight in your tum tum along with the famished baby.

"What's for dessert?" You chime eagerly.

Joel turns to wash the dishes, hiding his smirk. He’s got you now, no surprise cravings will catch him short on this one: He boasts proudly, “I bought you apple pie--"

"I want cupcakes. Whip cream icing. Chocolate.”

His grin quickly deflates into a frown. “No.” He says sternly, a little aggravated. “I bought you pie—“

"Did I say I want pie? L I S T E N,” you snap, slapping your palms together with each syllable.

He puts his foot down with tense sudsy hands going to his hips. “No. I'm not going out again.”

You raise your eyebrows threateningly. One look.

30 minutes later Joel is shuffling into the house with a pack of 12 cupcakes he bought at the bakery.

You’ve managed to prop yourself up on the couch after some heaving. “Ha! The baby is making me workout get strong! Obviously that’s why I’m so hungry.” You shrug it off. “Oh! I want raw cookie dough.”

Joel was on his phone the entire time, but the second you said I want, his brain queued in and he quickly retorts, “No.”

He goes back to replaying the voicemail he missed, settled and focused on the opposite couch.

Of course he Doesn't realize you’ve somehow lumbered up past him and now waddling back with 4 chunks of raw cookies in your hand, popping them in your mouth one at a time.

His eyes dark up to watch you, transfixed on the screen as you bend your knees, hardly paying attention to the way you’re about to fall on the couch. He has half the mind to help, but what’s one lesson you need to learn the hard way?

Regretfully, you bounce down successfully and pull your legs up.

And then, as you dust your hands off from the chocolate stains melted on your palms, Joel’s lips part in a o as you reach behind you and pulling an entire gallon container of animal crackers.

"Babe"

"Wha?” You don’t turn around to look at him, still shoveling them into your mouth. “Yuu wan wan?"

"You need to stop eating every damn thing in the house.”

You gasp incredulously, your hand over your heart in painful offense. “The baby is very hungry! She's related to you and that belly.”

He only remembers to stop himself from reminding you that your belly is much bigger than his now.

"The baby—“ (that was the new thing now: the baby this baby that. The baby is why I need this shirt in blue and green. The baby is why I need the ice cream layered horizontally not stacked vertically. The baby —)

"No. Not the baby,” he snaps. “You."

You start to cry. "I thought I AM your baby!!!"

He gives you a “seriously” look and you stop the fake tears.

“So how about it?”

“I don’t want you getting salmonella.”

“ugh fine. You can bake them I guess.”

He’s about to protest the idea of any dough going into your body, cooked or raw, but knows its going to be a lost cause.

Joel makes you a platter of Assorted cookies: chocolate chip, fudge, triple chocolate, sugar, and oatmeal raisin.

You clap your hands as he carefully places the little plate atop your bump. Humored by the custom “mini” table you’ve got going on now. Maybe his baby doesn’t like her head being used as a countertop, but with the way you close your eyes and moan after biting into the chocolate chip, babygirl must be pleased too.

He goes to the bathroom quickly and then comes back only to glare down at you. You've taken exactly one bite out of every single cookie, leaving crescent shapes for him to scathe.

Every cookie, except oatmeal raisin. You clearly did take a bite ,but spit it out and put the lump back near the undesirable #1 cookie.

“These mine?” Joel asks bemused.

You nod happily. You felt very proud to have enough control and leave him some this time!

It’s about 9:30 pm. You're acting drunk and woozy even tho you're just a new level of tired and achy

"Woopppoooooo!!! Paaartttaaayyy!" You shout with fists in the air, drinking down a shot glass of sugar water.

“Alright party Momma. It’s bedtime.”

"Ppfffttt! No old man! Dont steal my fun.”

Joel stands over the couch, blocking your view from the TV, his hands on his hips. “You're being difficult "

“YoU’rE bEiNg DifFicUlT,” you mock and wave him off. "Oop I need to pee. Help me up.”

Joel” grabs both your grabby hands and hoists you up to your feet. “Now up the stairs, you.”

You waddle towards the stairwell, one hand cupping your lower back. Joel is right at your heel. you up at the treaturous journey ahead, all 8 steps to the top floor. Cracking your neck side to side, you wave your arms over to the handrail and begin: “Left foot. Right foot. Left. Fuck. Fuck stairs. Who invented stairs. Left foot…”

Joel’s so sleepy that he nearly falls forward. And he knows you would not take too kindly to him ramming his face into your ass as you battle your worst enemy.

Finally to the top, you scurry over like a penguin to the bathroom. He fears the long night ahead, with all the sugar swirling in your system undoubtedly going to keep him up.

He rubs his wears eyes. Startled when a moment later you’re right next to him by your side of the bed, patiently waiting for him to help you up.

"Get in the covers,” he hums with exhaustion.

But you don’t move. “No"

"Now.”

"I want an orange.”

"No. You—you just had your snack."

"That was the baby's snack. I want MY snack”.

Dear Christ almighty, bless me with a boy next time so that I have a fighting chance against her and mini her. “If I get you an orange, will you go to bed?" He asks irritably, his voice enunciating each word to ensure the contract that he’s making with you right now is solidified on both ends of the bargain.

You think it over before nodding with a little innocent beam.

You crawl into the covers just as Joel descends the stairs once again. It takes the entire time for him to grab some oranges, a peeler, and paper towel just for you to rotate your middle and sit your ass in bed.

You sit up against the headboard and clap your hands, so excited when he reappears with the goods. He puts the towel on your mini-table bump and plops one orange atop.

Joel sighs and begins to walk towards his side of the bed, but is haunted when you clear your throat for his attention.

“Yes?”

"Peel it.”

He tries not to visibly roll his eyes before he's opening the round orange with his large fingers and clubbed nails. Everything smells like nectarine now.

Picky as can be, you peel off the extra dried white veiny bits and suck on each pod of the orange.

You expect a sweet simpleness to squirt on your tongue, but instead, a sour, bitter, unripe taste floods your mouth. “Ugh these are gross, now I want—“

Joel closes his wardrobe drawer, his shirt off and only halfway down to his boxers. “NO. NO means fucking NO. I’M TIRED. YOU’RE TIRED. WE'RE GOING TO BED. NOW,” he barks sternly into the mirror. His shoulders huffing from such aggression without being able to look at you.

You throw the covers off, orange skin and slices flying everywhere.

“Fuck you! I want ice cream! I want bananas and steak and potatoes and tacos and—!"

He bares his teeth in a snarl, deep angered eyes casting downward with each poignant rut. “You're so annoying, so goddamn spoiled,” he grunts. His huge hands are wrapped around the top of your head and cupping your jaw and bulging cheek, keeping you in place as he pushes his length into your mouth over and over again. “You’re gonna do shit when I tell you, the first time I say—shit—fuck there we go—gonna listen—unnggghhfff—listen ta me from now on. Just be my good little silent. Slutty. Pregnant. Wife.”

Your teary eyes are fixed upward at his imposing figure. Feeling each time his tip nudges the back of your throat has you gagging but you can’t pull away to breathe—not that you want to.

“You get—what I give ya—and you be grateful bout it.”

You gargle a moan in agreement. His balls slap against your chin with brutal punches. by this time tomorrow, there will be Joel-finger prints bruising your face and neck.

You love it. You love it when Joel forces you out of the hormonal phase of bossing him around, the endless need to want more and more, no end in sight to your greedy gluttonous desires, until he’s blowing up and blowing off steam using you instead. And it becomes very clear to you how much you just really wanted him this whole time.

“That’s it—that’s it—you were hungry for my cock weren’t ya? Yeahhhh. Just begging me all night for it. Wanted all that meat for dinner, huh? Couldn’t just come out n’ say it? Your little brain didn’t know what ya truly needed. S’okay, Momma. I’m takin’ care of ya, aren’t I?”

The gluglugglug sounds mixed with strained pitchy whines echo in the master bedroom.

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, allowing him to abuse your throat. Maybe your knees hurt. Maybe the baby is settling uncomfortably against your lower back, and maybe it’s going to be really difficult to get up from this position in a few minutes. But each thick throb of his length filling your mouth over and over again, the spit slick strings dropping from your lips to your swollen tits, and the dent in your throat from his cock stretching to accomodate his size has your swollen pussy dripping into the carpet for more, more, more.

It’s been at least a week since Joel drained himself. No wonder he’s been so on edge with each demand. Usually marveling how cute you are, but tonight he was at him limit. You were about to get a hefty, Joel Miller sized load filling your belly, and it’s going to be better than any cookie, steak, or orange in the entire world.

He feels the way your lips suction tighter. Your eyes are leaking tears, and he smirks as he brushes his thumb over to collect it. Briefly bringing it to his tongue and sucking on the salty taste before holding your head in place.

“Shhh-shhhhhhhh. You gonna take it? Shit—shit—fuck yeah you are. Gonna fuckin take what I give ya, that’s right. My sweet wife. Bossing me around. Shit. Love when ya get like this. Known I’m gonna wreck that ass or that pussy or that mouth—all belongs to me. Fuck—fuck—fuuckk—“

His mouth drops into an o, brows drawn tightly together as slams his pulsing member balls deep into your mouth one final time. You choke, eyes wide as the tip of his cock breaches the deepest part of your throat, your nose suffocated by his pubic hairs and the fat of his lower belly surrounding your cheeks. His balls twitch against your lower lip, and you feel it coming. The travel of his seed from his sack, up his shaft along your tongue—a generous spurt of cum finally shooting from his tip and down your throat. You gag with each fat load that he pumps down your esophagus, too much to swallow at once yet having no other choice but to gulp it down quickly. Your face feels hot. He’s cumming endlessly, your mind blanking and eyes feeling blurry.

“Take it, take it, take it, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You nod just a little, hugging your arms around his thick thighs tighter. He grins, humming “That’s my good fucking wife, and throws his head as the last of his pleasure makes its way safely from his sated balls to your full womb.

Joel pulls you off his length gently. You sputter out cum and saliva onto his feet, sucking in air through your lungs like a newborn.

Joel gets to one knee, his thumb pressed gently under your chin so you look directly at him. He’s got such softness in his eyes again, the ones that just switch on a dime the second he’s satisfied his aggress out on you.

You’re completely wrecked: snot spit connecting to your nostrils and swollen lips, cheeks warm and eyes puffy and hazy with exhaustion and tears.

“That—mmffffgg!—was—definitely—my—snack,” you rasp with a hoarse voice. A lazy grin spread across your face only briefly as you continue to suck air.

Joel shakes his head before planting a long kiss atop your forehead. his hands glide along your body, and just in time as your knees give way and you’re falling into him.

If you had half the mind right now, you’d curse him out for scooping you up and carrying you to bed like his once youthful bride, too concerned with the size and weight of your new body putting unnecessary stress on his aging knees and back. But Joel doesn’t protest once. Just watches you with loving eyes as he settles you into the soft bed. His tongue dips to your chest and breasts, kissing and sucking away any remnants of his rough face fucking. His cum, your spit, and fuvk it, even the little snot specks—all of it he cleans up before coming up to your lips. He kisses you softly with gentle pecks, enough to ensure you can still catch your breath. He sucks your lower lip into your mouth before wiping his own with his thumb. You’re calmer now, sated and drifting so close to sleep.

Joel clambers into bed next to you, wrapping his arm under your head and swaddling you close. You instinctively roll into his embrace. Kissing his peck and rubbing your face against him dreamily with soft breaths. “Tha hit ther spert juss rite. Ur da bess, Jol.”

“I know. So are you.” He waits for a reply, but nothing comes from you. “Are you goin’ into a food coma, baby?”

Your gentle snores answer him, along with the drool now pooling on his peck.

He chuckles and pulls your head into his face, inhaling your scent. Strong, secure, graceful hands caress your big belly. Your very very full belly, the one that he’s not going to envy when it gives you a the tummy ache tomorrow from stuffing it with so much junk food tonight.

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dear-ao3 · 10 months

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how to make pancakes more filling and taste better

so pancakes are actually way way easier than everyone thinks they are and they are very very easy to change up as long as you know how to

the things that you don't fuck with are the amount of flour, oil, egg, milk and baking powder/soda. as long as you stick to that on any recipe you can change pretty much anything else or substitute.

generally recipes are 1 egg to 1 cup of flour. a 1 cup flour 1 egg recipe usually serves 2 and you can double the recipe for 4, etc.

you can also substitute up to half of the four in a recipe for whole wheat flour without changing the leavening measurements. you can do the same for adding in protein powder, just adjust the sugar accordingly if its sweetened protein powder.

so, this is my favorite basic buttermilk pancake recipe, it makes about 10 pancakes:

1 1/4 cups flour 1/2 cup old fashioned oats 1-1 1/2 tbsp some kind of sweetener (brown/white sugar or maple syrup/agave syrup all work well but there's other options) 1/2 tsp baking soda 1 egg 1 1/4 cup buttermilk 1 tbsp oil of choice (butter or coconut oil generally) 1/2 tsp salt

this is the bones of the recipe. the sweetener is adjustable based on how sweet you like your pancakes but the rest of it should all stay the same. double this if you want to make pancakes to serve 4 people (about 20 pancakes)

to this, i add:

as much vanilla extract as my heart desires (within reason, i see you tumblr) some cinnamon/pumpkin pie spice/whatever you want lemon zest from 1 lemon (or orange zest) blueberries fresh or frozen (but you can use any mix in like bananas or nuts or whatever)

one very important note: you don't need buttermilk to make this recipe. you can substitute buttermilk by combining 1 teaspoon of lemon juice or white vinegar for every 1 cup of milk (its supposed to be regular milk but you can use plant or nut milk too) and letting it stand for 10 minutes.

the instructions:

zest your citrus and add it to your sugar. mush it together until you get a paste or sorts. add to that your oats, vanilla and buttermilk and stir them together. let the oats soak in the mixture for 10 minutes.

combine your flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon or spices.

after your oats are done soaking add in the oil and the egg (make sure the egg is beaten well)

add the wet into the dry and combine. make sure that all the flour is mixed in. there will be lumps. we want the lumps. then add your mix ins.

grease a pan. this can be a regular frying pan an electric griddle or a stovetop griddle. let the oil sit on the pan on medium heat for a few minutes or until you throw a few water drops on the pan and they crackle and jump.

use a 1/3 measuring cup and scoop your batter onto the pan, space them out a little but not ridiculously. flip them with a plastic spatula (ideal) 2-3 times or until they're fully cooked. (you tell if they're cooked if there's no wet batter on the sides)

voila. pancakes.

use this recipe or use the bare bones version to make your own thing.

happy pancake making.

#not a tag #from saph #pancakes #recipes

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sxsilly2 · 2 months

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mcdonald's nutrition post for edblr

DISCLAIMER: this is what i found for aussie maccas, it may be different worldwide. all kcal are PER SERVING. 🤍 feel free to request other nutrition posts

fries -

SMALL - 219 kcal

MEDIUM - 316 kcal

LARGE - 389 kcal

beef -

BBQ BACON ANGUS - 794 kcal

REGULAR / DOUBLE BIG MAC - 559 / 755 kcal

REGULAR / DOUBLE / TRIPLE CHEESEBURGER - 297 / 444 / 590 kcal

CLASSIC ANGUS - 707 kcal

HAMBURGER - 249 kcal

REGULAR / DOUBLE QUARTER POUNDER - 534 / 823 kcal

chicken and fish -

CHICKEN N CHEESE - 428 kcal

GRILLED CHICKEN DELUXE - 505 kcal

REGULAR / DOUBLE MCCHICKEN - 449 / 711 kcal

MCCRISPY - 537 kcal

MCCRISPY CHICKEN DELUXE - 597 kcal

MCSPICY BURGER - 567 kcal

REGULAR / DOUBLE FILET O FISH - 330 / 518 kcal

nuggets -

3PC - 108 kcal

6PC - 216 kcal

10PC - 360 kcal

20PC - 721 kcal

24PC - 865 kcal

40pc - 1440 kcal

salads -

CAESER GRILLED CHICKEN SALAD - 467 kcal

CAESER CRISPY CHICKEN SALAD - 616 kcal

CLASSIC GRILLED CHICKEN SALAD - 265 kcal

CLASSIC CRISPY CHICKEN SALAD - 414 kcal

GARDEN SALAD - 62 kcal

wraps -

AIOLI GRILLED CHICKEN WRAP - 445 kcal

AIOLI CRISPY CHICKEN WRAP - 595 kcal

CAESER GRILLED CHICKEN WRAP - 477 kcal

CAESER CRISPY CHICKEN WRAP - 627 kcal

CHICKEN SNACK WRAP - 264 kcal

GRILLED CHICKEN SNACK WRAP - 217 kcal

condiments -

BALSAMIC DRESSING - 44 kcal

CAESER SAUCE - 183 kcal

BBQ DIPPING SAUCE - 44 kcal

SWEET N SOUR DIPPING SAUCE - 49 kcal

SWEET MUSTARD DIPPING SAUCE - 78 kcal

KETCHUP - 10 kcal

AIOLI - 185 kcal

desserts -

APPLE PIE - 252 kcal

VANILLA SOFT SERVE CONE - 137 kcal

CHOCOLATE SOFT SERVE CONE - 132 kcal

M&M MCFLURRY - 390 kcal

OREO MCFLURRY - 312 kcal

SMALL / LARGE CARAMEL SUNDAE - 337 / 527 kcal

SMALL / LARGE HOT FUDGE SUNDAE - 341 / 536 kcal

SMALL / LARGE STRAWBERRY SUNDAE - 267 / 388 kcal

drinks -

APPLE JUICE - 128 kcal

CHOCOLATE FLAVOURED MILK - 151 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE ORANGE JUICE - 135 / 194 / 273 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE COKE - 95 / 136 / 208 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE COKE ZERO - 2 / 3 / 4 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE ORANGE FANTA - 120 / 171 / 262 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE SPRITE ZERO SUGAR - 2 / 3 / 5 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE SPARKLING WATER - 0 / 0 / 0 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE FROZEN COKE - 93 / 131 / 176 kcal

SMALL / MEDIUM / LARGE FROZEN COKE ZERO - 8 / 12 / 16 kcal

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU fans have decided, and...

🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU Reader will be an IceWing!!

I have a few headcanons for them, and a a bit of backstory and lore planned, too😊 Let's dive in:

• ❄IceWing!🍷Heir of Evil!🐉 Reader is the grandchild or great-grandchild to the wicked IceWing queen, specifically the one who put the tribe into multiple wars and skirmishes and tried to take over the dragon world. Reader isn't like her (they're not an irredeemable monster who hurts others for fun)

• Heir! Reader wears jewelry that is mostly silver or black, but loves any sort of colorful gemstones or charms...

• Heir! Reader only wears the pieces of jewelry that are necessary; they don't want to waste the tribe's treasure on frivolous items, and if the jewelry appeals to other tribes, then it might make Reader and the IceWings seem more appealing, like they're dragons, too...

• Heir! Reader is good with algebra, dragon biology, and creative writing...

• Heir! Reader is torn between what the two sides of their kingdom wants: to stay unscheming and try to foster peace, hoping other tribes will leave them alone and not hurt them further... or to amass enough power and treasure that they can wage a war against the other tribes, or at least the IceWing hybrids who some view as traitors...

• Heir! Reader's necklace they were told to never take off is enchanted, but they don't know that. The necklace hides something about them, which is why their vanished/dead parent gave it to them...

• Heir! Reader has had to stop a coup for their throne/title at age four (about 12 year old in WoF dragon years), which led to them earning the respect of the remaining advisors and generals of their late parent/late family, as well as the respect of the few nobles left and the different IceWing villages...

• Heir! Reader's hatching day is a mystery, as no one ever saw their egg, nor them, when they were first hatched, save for their deceased parent and a late ally of their's...

• Heir! Reader has an army of pet foxes, all of which are (diet) platonic yandere for them (they're all so cute and cuddly and fluffy-!)

• Heir! Reader, unlike most IceWings, enjoys trying cooked meats and exotic dishes from other tribes and kingdoms...

• Heir! Reader prefers to sleep with a fur blanket, not because they're cold (they're an IceWing), but because they like the soft fur and fuzzy texture...

• Heir! Reader is an aromantic-asexual...

• Heir! Reader enjoys traditonal IceWing foods such as fresh salmon with lemon juice, thinly-sliced caribou strips, puffin and moss salad, kalimari (squid), bear jerkey, ox ribs seasoned lightly with moss, seal meat marinated in ginger/lemon/honey, as well as ice cream, frozen berry slush, and lemon-flavored shaved ice...

• Heir! Reader likes traditional dishes from other kingdoms such as: MudWing's Diamond Delta Gumbo, SandWing's Cinnamon Milk and Roasted Lizard Kebabs, SkyWing's Charred+Barbecued Eagle Wings, SeaWing's Thousand Scales Thousand Fish Sushi, RainWing's Mango-Orange Juice, NightWing's Smoked Boarchops, HiveWing's Honey-roasted Shrimp, SilkWing's Loaded Baked and Sweet Potatoes, and LeafWing's Planter's Pie...

• Heir! Reader sometimes wears a small, spiked tailband on the end of their tail, nestled above where their spikes are...

• Heir! Reader enjoys sunrises, and writes new poems and hymns for their tribe to sing at their Gifts of the Ice Dragon Festival...

• Heir! Reader enjoys old literature, especially comedies...

(I will make another post about Heir! Reader facts, but dealing with IceWing culture)

(I wonder what their name could/should/would be?)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #🐉wings of fire au #🍷the heir of evil🐉 au #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #yandere platonic xmen

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mcwexlerscigarette · 2 years

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Better Call Saul Food & Drinks

Season 1:

Cinnabon

Salsa or Breadsticks

Roast Beast

Cucumber Water

Jello

Coffee

Cracker Barrel

Hydrox Cookies

Pimento Cheese Sandwich

(Soft Serve) Ice Cream

Season 2:

Tequila

Cobbler/Pie

Wine

Frozen Carrots

Fish & Risoto

Salad

Whataburger

Popsicle

Breakfast

Hoagie or Sub Sandwich

Season 3:

Apples

Fried Chicken

Burger and Fries

Ice Cream

Sea Bass

Scotch

Chinese Takeout

Soy Milk

Ugly Ass Cat Cookies

Doritos

Season 4:

Birthday Cake

Orange Juice & Bacon

Pizza

Thai Iced Tea

Hot Dog

Sushi

Beer

Gumbo

Fried Chicken

Pancakes

Season 5:

Ice Cream (with sprinkles)

Big Gulp

Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

Steamed Veggies (with no butter)

Curry

Chicken McNuggets

Seasoned Curly Fries (aka Spice Curls)

Fajitas

Sports Drinks

Angus Beef Burger

Season 6:

Sopaipilla

Carrots

Grilled Chicken

Root Beer

Spicy Fried Chicken

Two Redbulls (on an empty stomach)

Schweppes Ginger Ale

Leftover Chinese Takeout

Wine

Cinnabon

Booze and Nuts

Tuna Salad (with Miracle Whip instead of mayo)

Blue Bell Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

#i spent hours on this so i hope you all enjoy :)

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yridenergyridenergy · 3 months

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Sukekiyo 10th Anniversary Café

Those who were interested probably already know, but here is the menu for the sukekiyo 10th Anniversary Cafe.

MAIN DISHES

The Aishita Shinzou salad-style tagliata with balsamic and 'crimson love' sauce

Room 304 "The truth of the beef tongue stew" with bread

Squid ink and seafood sukekiyo pasta ~Jet-Black Ceremony~

Torii-chan limited omurice

DESSERTS

Candis (baked cheesecake with strawberry mascarpone cream)

Valentina ~pure white dress~ (truffle chocolate cake covered in white chocolate mousse made to resemble a fluffy white dress)

MOAN parfait ~served with jet-black sauce~ "A parfait that depicts Kyo in MOAN out of tuiles."

Kuchi ni ringo ~bright red apple custard pie~

DRINKS

sukekiyo special cafe latte (with EROSIO cover art)

Don't break, that's too fast, that's not the bright red color I want hot apple ginger (quote from Kuchi ni ringo)

Jet-black ceremony soda that you want to assimilat and mix right now (cranberry-flavoured)

Sashite Sashite (lit. "stab stab", from Frame out kara no, made of tomato juice, soda, bubbly/jelly, with tabasco; will come with a special member recipe card to learn how to drink it)

Kaka Monster (ref. to Waizatsu, made with lychee syrup and orange juice)

Tsumetai Chinmoku Frozen (lit. "Cold Silence Frozen", in reference to tour title. Strawberry & cranberry-flavoured. Seemingly comes with a printed picture of a sukekiyo show on top.)

Other drinks that don't include a special coaster: Premium Malts Sake, Ice Oolong Tea, Orange Juice, and Iced Coffee.

#sukekiyo #café #anniversary #translation #sukekiyo cafe #Kyo

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Ok no actually I wanna hear your Trader Joe’s opinions I’m really into the orange strawberry banana juice, the bruschetta sauce, the cranberry lime juice sparkling water and cinnamon schoolbook cookies

You and I agree on the CLSW (cranlime sparkling), haven’t tried the others but I’ll look into them. The normal lime one is also amazing on its own, as well as a mixer for both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. Summer must!

There’s so much shit I’m obsessed with, I’ll try and list the most important ones

English crumpets

Mango kefir

Brown sugar oat creamer

Chocolate oat milk

Simpler wines brand sparkling white canned wine

Pfeffernüsse

Chocolate babka

Brioche sliced bread

Danish Kringle

Pinks and whites shortbread cookies

Joe Joe’s gluten free classic Oreo knock off cookie

Madras lentils (boxed kind is good too)

Canned giant baked beans in tomato sauce

The non joes brand oat milk coffee and kombucha but you can get those anywhere

Their candles, two in one grapefruit mint hair wash (I despise two in one products but this one doesn’t foam and is more of a cleansing conditioner I use in between shampoo and regular conditionings), and many other non food items. I’ve bought their towels, seasonal decor (usually those felt garlands), face lotions and oils. Loved all of them. Usually I only restock on the lotion, hand soap, and lavender laundry bags. Their detergent is nice tho, and I’ve also gotten their wool laundry balls but you really only ever gotta buy them like once. They also usually have pretty cute cards at the checkout! I like their cheaper flowers too, but there’s also a lot of very cute seasonal items they carry that I just can’t justify buying bc of price (have you seen their felt sunflowers? So adorable)

Simpler times potato chips

Crispy Crunchy Champignon Mushroom Snack

Fruit leather bars

Dried orange rings

Lox (labeled as smoked salmon iirc)

Both their Tunisian and kalamata olive oil

Vodka sauce

Roasted red pepper and tomato canned soup

Canned vegetable soup

Gone bananas chocolate covered frozen bananas (gone berry crazy strawberries are good too but like a dollar or two more expensive)

Jasmine rice in the frozen isle

Lime popsicles

Steak and stout meat pie

Pastry Bites Feta Cheese & Caramelized Onions

Canned tuna*

*especially with the gluten free microwaveable mac n cheese (I’m not gluten free if you’ve noticed, I literally just prefer some of their gluten free products. Same with the oat milk. I’m not lactose free but I just really like it)

Most of the frozen wontons I’ve tried

Chimichurri rice (goes great with the aforementioned roasted red pepper box soup, and chopped onions, green peppers, and spinach cooked in a wok)

Chicken sausage

Butternut squash gnocchi, iirc the potato gnocchi is good too

Most of their dried pastas

Almond and chocolate filled frozen croissants

The bars of chocolate you find at the check out that come in packs of threes

The weird meat sticks at the checkout too

Frozen hashbrowns

For whatever reason, their frozen green beans and asparagus is so much better than other generic brands I’ve tried

Any of the canned olives but esp the kalamata

Sun dried tomatoes

The produce is okay, a little pricey but they had brown Mexican tomatoes once that fucked hard. The herbs trustworthy too but really where is it not

Any of their chocolate covered nuts

Their fucked up chocolate covered chips, sometimes found in their snack mixes

Peanut butter pretzel snacks

Their dried seaweed isn’t my fav, but it’s not bad. I think it’s overpriced tho but tbf I usually get huuuge, less flavored packs from Costco

Pine nuts but good Gd are they expensive

They have cute, weird heirloom hybrid squashes during the fall a lot too that are pretty tasty

Things I’ve gotten from there that I hated? I didn’t like their orange chicken, ANY of the cereals I’ve gotten from there oddly enough, their pecorino Romano only comes grated and mixed iirc and I didn’t care for it. Some of their beers have made me scowl but also those are all random brands. But their wine (yes, even SHAW. But shoutout to coco bon red blend and blue fin moscato RIP!) has never does me wrong…except for any other flavor of the simpler wines canned ones. I can only do the sparkling white and literally no else I've forced to drink it has liked it! some of their salads have done me wrong. the canned chickpeas and dolmas were off. and some of their pricy juice mixes left me a bit disappointed.

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Rift Universe Fruits

1. Chabba Fruit- Sun shaped sour fruit used for lemonade equivalents. The swirl on the front tastes like cinnamon and is used as a baking ingredient.

2. Disapear Fruit- A fruit that tastes like a cross between an apple and a pear. It disappears when it feels threatened.

3. Gem Fruit- A fruit with delicious flesh that can be eaten without peeling. Seeds are poisonous.

4. Pie-Pie Fruit- Poisonous and bitter tasting medicinal fruit. Once refined it can be used to ease indigestion.

5. Frostdrop Fruit- Fruit that can only be eaten when frozen, lest it melt and become a horrid gooey texture.

6. Grabba Fruit- Used in stews, a hearty ingredient. Hallow center, thick but sharp outer spines.

7. Cabso Fruit- A fishy smelling fruit with a sweet cherry flavored center. The flesh around the center is inedible.

8. Tabua Fruit- Fruit that tastes awful in its base state. The unpleasant inside is dried and refined into a dust which is used as a spice.

9. Soogar Fruit- Fruit just filled with a sweet syrup. Is refined into sugar.

10. Myo Fruit- A fruit that has the consistency and taste of raw mammal meat. Must be cooked to achieve peak flavor.

11. Angel Fruit- A juicy and minty fruit that grows where it snows. Can be eaten raw or put in a salad.

12. Foya Fruit- A fruit as juicy as an orange and as spicy as a chili pepper. Great ingredient in hotsauce.

13. Olda Dona Fruit- A Dona fruit that's far too ripe, do not eat this.

14. Bagbang Fruit- Non edible fruit. Seeds are crushed and used as gunpowder.

15. Purpur Fruit- Fruit filled with fresh, sweet water. Essential on planets with no source of fresh water.

16. Sako Fruit- Fruit shaped like a fish that actually tastes like Gushers.

17. Cinnakinna- Only perfect for eating when it begins to drip frosting-like syrup. Any other time it's mediocre.

18. Hottaddi Fruit- Fruit that, when boiled, can be opened and poured out to reveal a hot, sweet drink.

19. Nuba Dona Fruit- A perfect Dona fruit, tastes like a frosted donut.

20. Shybell Fruit- Translucent fruit with a milky juice within. Easy to digest and a common ingredient in teas.

Rift Universe Meats

1. Dragon Roast, tough, pressure cook it.

2. Trotters, Meatsaur. Meatsaur's are alien dinosaurs genetically altered to be ideal food.

3. Liver, Meatsaur liver

4. Bunbun Kidneys, a toxin/poison neutralizing organ. Soaked 72hrs before cooking renders it edible. But why would you eat in the first place, that's gross, they're people.

5. Angel wings, small, sold in pairs.

6. The leg and foot of an unnamed mining species. Not recognized as a planet with intelligent life, they're free game.

7. Angel leg, fine meats in the Inferno. Technically illegal but lol you gonna say no to a demon?

8. Demon leg, fine meats in the Inferno. Yeah them demons be fucky.

9. Entire Side, is fuckin big, animal has pretty patterns on their meat cause they skin is see through. They live on the cold, dark portion of Planet Rift.

10. Drumstick, Demon again, but this is pretty big and is usually fried specifically.

11. American-Style Roast, made of the native species of planet Rift, Moomkeys. No one is safe.

12. Kallopian leg. They lil predatory horses, but intelligent. Everyone is food.

13. Tomahawk Steak, a fuckin frog thing, nothing special about them other than they hail from Kallop like the Kallopians.

14. Kabab chunks, angel.

15. Bunbun loin, falls apart when overcooked.

16. Ghost Filet, super hard to get so expensive. Like not even sold to financially underwhelming people. Tastes like fish.

17. T-Bone, unnamed slum animal. Common meat eaten by the people at the Base of Rift City's buildings. Tastes like 'gator.

18. Trotters, human hands. We are all meat.

19. Angel Wing, large, sold individually.

20. Meatsaur Tongue, eaten by higher class Rift residents.

21. Meatsaur strips, for your fussy lil baby who demands tendies.

22. Demon Bacon, tastes like sin.

23. Macro Ham, made from different cuts of Macros, giant insects, all glued together. Presented as cold cuts.

24. I may have mis-numbered the picture.

25. Bunbun Arms, chewy.

26. Dragon Neck, enjoyed by older Rift generations. Not very good really but it's TRADITION.

27. Ribs, unnamed giant bird found on rift. Kinda cruel to eat this considering the birds are peaceful.

28. Sard Tail, like eating a fucking fetus you monster. Sards reproduce by budding, dropping their tail end so it can reform into a new Sard. You're awful for eating this.

Rift Universe Plants

1. Sky Bush, a bush that floats through the air. Good luck to spot one.

2. Mercy Belles, flower named after an act performed in Rift's history. A pair of frighten sisters offered these flower to a Rift colonizer as they begged for their life. They were not spared. Bad luck to give one to someone you like.

3. Coro Tree, secretes a sap that eats away at the tree itself.

4. Peaktre Tree, small tree often trimmed into shapes. Sprouts flowers on the leafy portion a translucent reflective dangly flowers below.

5. Hoverleaf bush, remarkable due to the fact that the leaves float, but is otherwise poisonous.

6. Devil's Tail stalk, secretes a tasty yet often throat-closing sap.

7. Brealla, tall stalks of harmless plant that can be used a defense against Rift's acid rain.

8. Marsh Mall, mushroom that tastes like chocolate and gets you high as fuck. Dangerous in high doses.

P. Fliver, mobil plant native to Kallop.

10. Relp Cabbage, loved by herbivores of Rift.

11. Triproot, root-system that relies on its preytripping and falling into it's tendrils.

12. Speaksies, aka Screamers. Replays what it hears to excess when a living thing nears it. Fields of these flowers are completely devoid of any life with a heartbeat.

13. Scarebros, also found in fields but uses a humanoid figure to deter other humanoids from nearing it's flower. Grows better in well cared-for farms, humanoid figure can be harvested as farm-animal feed.

14. Orbit Berries, tastey! Picks up small objects and flings them at enemies.

15. Space Rose, the first flower found by human astronauts. Not really a flower, it's a demon below the planet they were on.

16. Garlands, leaves that grow from a mold found only on ceilings.

#plants and herbs #flowers #plants #art #concept art #graphic design #fruits #alien #alien flower #alien fruit #alien meat #raw meat #cuts of meat #my art

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barikinbear · 2 years

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Rise Head Canons Because You Can’t Stop Me

Leo hates frozen orange juice. Don’t ask why, he just does.

They all used to dog pile on Raph to sleep when they were little. Sometimes they still do.

April is actually her middle name. Her first name is a closely guarded secret. All she’ll say is it starts with L.

Donnie knows what it is, and he Will Not betray her trust.

Mikey sometimes forgets to eat. He’ll just get so busy painting or drawing he simply forgets. Splinter is usually the one to make him eat.

Casey and Donnie also forget to eat occasionally. April will send them pictures of food daily to remind them to eat.

Splinter was an only child, and while he’s fine with that, he’s glad his sons have each other. He secretly enjoys watching their sibling antics.

Cassandra has two sets of boy/girl twins in her family, besides her and her twin brother. They’re the oldest pair, with the middle pair being thirteen, and the youngest being ten.

She was very relieved when Casey was a single baby.

Leo has a list of names he likes for his future children, if he ever has any. Only Splinter knows about it, and he’ll offer suggestions on occasion.

Donnie gets super clingy when he’s tired. He wrap himself around just about anyone and fall asleep.

He steadfastly denies this.

Raph always wanted a sister, and he was so excited to meet April and finally have an older sister.

Mikey was the last to learn to read. He was just too hyper to sit still and read a book. Splinter found some old Calvin and Hobbes comic books, and they held Mikey’s interest long enough to teach him to read.

Donnie hates apples. He hates the peel, and the inside of the fruit feels grainy in his mouth.

Mikey loves apples. He once made an apple pie pizza, which did not turn out great. April suggested he not use pizza sauce next time, and it turned out much better with her help.

Leo will often go sleep with Raph after a nightmare. Or he’ll go sit with Donnie if he’s still up.

Raph is happy to let Leo sleep with him, but he wishes he could do more. Splinter assures him he’s doing all he can.

Donnie secretly listens to Taylor Swift. His favorite songs are Mirrorball, Almost Do, and Red (taylor’s version, ofc).

Leo also love Taylor Swift. His favorite songs are I Knew You Were Trouble, Bad Blood, and Shake It Off.

Mikey loves The Shortlist. His favorite song is 1916.

Raph loves Mitch King and We Came As Romans.

Splinter hopes for grandchildren one day. He’ll never say anything to his sons about this, because he doesn’t want them to feel guilty about not really having a lot of options for potential mothers for these grandchildren.

He’ll spoil April’s future kids as if he’s their grandpa.

The boys do find love one day. They meet their future wives in the Hidden City.

Raph marries Mona, obviously.

Mikey and his wife will have eight kids. All girls, don’t argue with me.

Leo’s future wife has a Southern accent, probably. She calls everyone honey.

Donnie’s wife is Scottish. And 6’7.

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leonardo #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise raph #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt show #rottmnt headcanons #headcanon #headcanons

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antimony-medusa · 2 years

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OSMP Denizens Make A Sandwich

WilburSoot: the cheapest bread he can find, off-brand nutella, bananna, butter, one and a half caffine pills crushed and powdered over the nutella.

TommyInnit: used to eat only peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into triangles with the crusts cut off, but learned about cucumber sandwiches last month and he eats them cause he thinks it makes him look grown-up.

Niki Nihachu: Beautiful wood-fired bagels with fresh cream cheese, smoked salmon, dill and cucumber, and just the right amount of capers. We will ignore the fact that this is probably underwater.

Ranboo: He only knows how to make jelly sandwiches on wonderbread, both from the dollar store, but he puts a perfect square of gold leaf from the craft store on it and tells himself it’s fancy. This is not good for his overall health.

Tubbo: Have you ever eaten one of those gas station egg salad sandwiches that are made with an inadvisable amount of mayo and iceberg lettuce that is basically frozen? It crunches? He’s got an ongoing project to lovingly recreate this.

Philza: You know what a bacon sarnie is? Slices of bacon between toasted buttered bread. That.

Jack Manifold: Fried egg with a molten yolk, hot sauce, avocado, a slice of potato roasted in olive oil, sourdough bread.

Jschlatt/Fragrance Man/Man: Just eats the ingredients for a BLT one by one, including the mayo off a spoon. Complains the whole time that he can’t smell anything.

Charlie Slimecicile: A pita filled with tzatziki. Over-filled. It’s basically a bread-based bucket of tzatziki that he also dips shreds of lamb into. Ranboo is hypnotized by this entire performance.

Sneegsnag: Classic club sandwich, including the oversized toothpicks with the little shreds of coloured plastic. He also eats the toothpicks, and finished it up with a nice mug of diner sugar with one coffee just to moisten it.

Smajor: Fresh Mozzarella, ripe tomato, balsamic reduction, ciabatta bread, fresh basil. People eat it and just start crying. “People” includes Scott.

Badlinu: Grilled Cheese. Somehow it’s always burnt. Still tastes good with tomato soup though. Has to eat it fast to keep it away from Beau and Tommy, who hate this meal, for reasons not understood to him.

James Marriot: Whatever he can find in the fridge, between whatever he can find on the counter. Notable examples of this include the Lettuce-Filled Pita Wrap, the Mayo Mustard Sauerkraut Sandwich, and the Bran Muffin With A Slab Of Butter, Orange Zest, And Coconut Sugar On It.

CaptainSparklez: Diner-standard BLT, toasted, brown bread, with mayo, coffee on the side, pie for dessert.

Technoblade: It’s just shredded carrots in a wrap, probably with raisins, let’s be honest. Little bit of lemon juice to keep everything fresh. If you remark on it in any way he will hold eye contact with you as he eats it.

Fundy: Arugala, crushed walnuts, halved grapes, pickled beetroot, goat cheese, balsamic reduction, on fresh-baked bread. He has carefully crafted this so that NO ONE will steal it. It is regularly stolen.

Beau Beautie_: Peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, chocolate syrup, toffee bits, instant coffee, wonderbread (cut into triangles with the crusts cut off). Eaten with a beer.

Shubble: Runs out of the house with a slice of buttered toast in her mouth like the first episode of a school anime.

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We're doing our usual low-key Thanksgiving at home tomorrow, just the four of us. I'm a little tired of the sides I usually make, but I didn't have it in me this year to branch out and try new things. I also like my gross Southern sides too. I can't help it. Casseroles raised me. I did add an (eggless) baked macaroni and cheese because so much of what I'm making has eggs in it, and R can't have eggs. Today I made cornbread muffins for the cornbread dressing I'll assemble tomorrow. I mixed the broccoli casserole and put it in the fridge. I made spinach dip. I have sparkling wine and orange/mango juice for mimosas. Dominic said he's going to make some sausage cheese balls for breakfast, and I'm really looking forward to that. I also have things to make a cheese board, but I bet we won't even get around to that. Here's what we're eating tomorrow:

Sausage cheese balls, with mimosas for me.

Spinach dip with sliced red and yellow sweet peppers and tortilla chips.

Fried turkey and gravy, cornbread dressing, jellied cranberry sauce (from a can obviously), broccoli casserole, baked macaroni and cheese, green beans, and yeast rolls.

For desert I wanted to make a chocolate chess pie, but all the premade frozen pie shells were gone when I finally went grocery shopping yesterday, and though I'm capable of making a pie crust from scratch, that's more effort than I care to put forth, so I grabbed two different kinds of frozen apple tarts and apple dumplings, and we'll have those with vanilla ice cream, and I think that will be good enough.

Thanksgiving used to be one of my favorite holidays, but as I get older it seems more and more complex. Regardless, I am grateful to eat too much gross but delicious food with the family I love.

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floral-force · 1 year

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Code of Honor - Chapter 8

The Morning After

summary: the morning brings light to the village, and a hunter goes after a quarry of their own.

warnings: 18+/MDNI (I am not responsible for your media consumption, please be responsible and do not interact if you are a minor), canon-typical violence, mentions of blood and injury during a ptsd flashback, non-con innuendo/touching.

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PART 1: YOU

The breakfast in front of you was one of the most lavish spreads of food you’d ever seen. It all probably cost more than you were worth.

It took all your self-control to avoid devouring the golden rolls of bread and steaming waffles and held yourself back from taking more than two helpings of green pearberry toast. You smiled at the prince as you poured a glass of orange juice, trying to maintain the fake persona you crafted to draw him into your claws.

He sat across from you in a dark green velvet robe, cutting into his breakfast meat pie while keeping his gaze on you. A few times, you noticed his eyes trail down to your cleavage and you made sure to lean forward the next time you grabbed another piece of food—this time, a spherical red fruit that dripped with blood-red juices when you bit into it. You felt the liquid trailing down your chin, threatening to stain your nightgown, and you rushed to catch it with a napkin. You were quick enough to prevent it from dripping onto the silk gown, but unfortunately, a drop trailed down your neck and nestled right above your chest.

The prince chuckled at you, getting up from his seat and walking around to your left side, a white cloth napkin in his hand. You couldn’t even get a word out before he was dabbing your lips and chin with it, the red staining the pristine fabric. He was staring down at you with something devious in his eyes—something that made your muscles tense.

The fruit was forgotten on the white porcelain saucer plate to your right, your right hand clenching your napkin. You cleared your throat and forced an embarrassed giggle and smile.

“I’m so sorry for my mess, my prince.”

“Nonsense,” he said, gripping the edge of the table as he lowered himself to one knee. “You still have a little on you.”

“Oh, I can get it,” you protested, bringing the napkin to your neck.

The prince clicked his tongue and wrenched the cloth out of your tight grip. You looked down at him, and when he gestured for you to turn and face him, you did so slowly and reluctantly.

As he slowly dabbed the fabric down your neck, following the sticky red trail, you felt your heart start to race. Suddenly, you felt like a caged fathier: anxious and restless, itching to escape. You stayed still, frozen under the prince’s calculating stare.

He reached your cleavage and stole a glance before looking back up at you and chuckling, a smug smile painting his face.

“I should ask for your permission first,” he surmised. “But something tells me I don’t need to.”

All you could do was bite your lip when his hot tongue met your skin, dipping only a little into your cleavage before licking up to your right clavicle. The cloth dropped to the floor as he went to grip your thigh, sharply squeezing your flesh.

He sat back on his heels and simpered, looking up at you as he ran his hand up and down your thigh.

“I’m—I’m flattered,” you said, forcing another smile. “But I really should be going. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome, Your highness.”

You quickly swung your legs over to the right side of the chair, nearly jumping out of it. The prince rose to his feet and marched over to you as you took quick steps toward the dining hall door. As much as it unsettled you, you faced him, not wanting to take your eyes off him lest he pounce.

“My dear! How could I ever tire of a beauty like you?”

You nervously laughed and fumbled for the doorknob, grasping at the cold metal and trying to turn it before he got too close, pressing your body into the wood.

You nearly tumbled into the hallway when the door swung open, barely staying on your feet. The prince’s brow furrowed, so you stood straight and began your cautious backward walk to the nearby staircase, the slippers on your feet tapping against the marble. You kept a smile plastered on your face, trying your best to remain calm and coy on the outside.

“My family is probably wondering where I am. I don’t want to worry them any longer,” you stated, throwing your hands up in the air with a shrug. “I’m sure my grandmother is already starting to fret.”

The prince stopped his pursuit, pursing his lips and looking you up and down from where you stood, perched on the first step of the marble staircase that would carry you to your holding cell. He clenched his fists and sighed. You noticed a hint of anger slip across his sharp features before he flashed a toothy grin at you, finally closing the distance and taking your clammy hands in his.

“Well, who am I to make someone’s grandmother wait for their darling?”

“I hope you don’t think ill of me, my prince.”

He shook his head, his greasy black hair moving with him. “How could I be mad at such a divine creature?”

You gasped when he pressed your knuckles to his lips, forcing a coy smile on your face before thanking him and hurrying up the marble staircase to gather your things and flee.

He was a sickening creature, possibly the worst one you’d ever encountered—and you’ve had to seduce a Hutt. As you threw on the plain trousers and blouse one of the maids had left you, you couldn’t help but shiver. The prince’s touch lingered on you even though you shed the white garment and threw the slippers across the room.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and noticed there was still a very faint sticky residue trailing down your neck and under the fabric of the blouse, making your skin itch.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom to try to scrub it off. There was a washcloth neatly folded on the edge of a large pearl sink, and you ran it under hot water, wringing out the excess before bringing it to your sticky neck.

You dropped the used washcloth in the sink, shuddering again when you saw a small area of the white fabric was stained pink.

Hopefully, that was the end of it.

You knew you had to return to the palace and hunt, but you needed to escape for at least one night to nail down a plan beyond seduction. Of course, you assured the prince that you’d return soon for him, maybe in a day or two if your family allowed, and you narrowly avoided his lips falling on yours, instead collecting the nauseating kiss on your cheek.

The hard part wasn’t seducing him, you decided as you finally exited the palace gates. No, the hard part was stomaching the slimeball.

PART 2: DIN

Din woke up frustrated and rock hard in his underwear—a combination that demanded his attention almost as much as she had in that dress she wore to the ball.

Fuck, that dress. He closed his eyes and remembered how good it looked on her as he took his cock in his hand, guiding it out of his underwear. It really wasn’t fair that she made him suffer like this; one day, he’d make her pay. Din bit his lip and groaned as he stroked his cock to the thought of taking her in that palace, fucking her in some empty hallway because he couldn’t wait any longer to feel her. He imagined what it’d be like to silence her with one of his hands covering her mouth, only feeling the vibrations of her moans against his gloved hand with each thrust of his cock. Din groaned and sped up his strokes, imagining how hard he’d fuck her just so he could hear her whimper and beg for more.

It was pathetic how hard and fast he came, ropes of white painting his stomach, all the way to his collarbones. He didn’t even need to think that hard when it came to her; her name was enough to incite frustration and arousal within him. She always left a mess wherever she went, too—whether it was a beheaded Trandoshan, or the cum painting his torso, she was the cause. She was the persistent thorn in his side, the itch he could never scratch, the rock in his boot.

And, despite it all, he found himself…wanting her.

He huffed as he wiped the mess off himself, erasing the evidence that pointed to his secret desire. Satisfied, he tossed the used towel to the side with the slowly growing pile of dirty clothes near his rack. Ever since Grogu left, he’d cared less about keeping the Crest pristine. It was only when he tripped over something and cursed that he picked up a stray blaster or pair of cuffs, and he only washed things when the pile grew too large or started to smell. It was entirely unlike him, and he should be better by now, but he hadn’t been the same since his tiny companion left.

As he put on his flight suit, he felt a little pang of guilt for mentioning your past partner. Everyone in the Guild knew what happened—vaguely—and he was sure there was a fair amount of anger and grief left inside of you, even years later.

“I’m no better,” he said with a grunt, sitting down on the cold metal floor to tug on his boots. He saw that he’d left the ammo belt that went on his calf was tossed haphazardly to his left, and he nodded and raised his eyebrows. “And there’s the proof.”

The only thing holding him together was the heavy beskar he was meticulously putting on. His armor was the only item on the Crest that was regularly cleaned and put away in its proper place, no matter how tired or worn out he felt.

He remembered how sometimes, he’d catch Grogu looking at his warped and muted reflection in it, his big green ears grabbing his attention the most, reaching for them with a tiny, clawed hand. Din would chuckle, the sound muffled to a volume nobody would be able to hear by his helmet, but somehow, Grogu would turn his head and stare at him, startled by Din’s chuckle. He always figured the kid picked up on it with his powers, but he never really got the chance to figure out if his guess was right.

Din shook his head, strapping on his jetpack and pulling on his gloves, balling his hands into fists then stretching his fingers out. He repeated the motion a few more times as he walked over to his armory, opening it and scanning for what he needed—more ammo, more whistling birds, his blaster and vibroblade—and he nodded when he saw that everything was in its place.

The only thing left after his reload was his helmet, which sat on a shelf in his rack, patiently waiting for him. The familiar hiss as it locked into place helped him shrug off his thoughts of her and the kid, leaving them behind so he could move on.

He was going on a hunt today, and he needed every ounce of strength that he had.

PART 3: YOU

The woman in the hangar saw you hurrying to your ship and stopped the work she was doing on a droid. You nodded at her and she furrowed her brow.

“Y’know, I actually got a little worried when you didn’t come back from that ball.”

You stopped at your ship’s ramp, turning to face her instead of punching in the access code. Your red dress from the night before was balled up carelessly in your arms, and you were sure you looked odd wearing heels with the bland clothes the prince had given you. Luckily, you hadn’t been forced to wear the necklace home—you’d stuffed it in your pockets, along with some of the fancy toiletries from the bathroom in your room. Apparently, the prince was always ready for visitors.

“Well, I’m sure you weren’t too worried since I paid three days in advance,” you said with a smile, trying to escape a potential conversation before it began.

She crossed her arms and sat up straighter. “I just didn’t know the prince took kindly to strays.”

You scoffed at her remark, rolling your eyes and turning back to the entry pad. “Is everyone on this planet as hospitable as you?”

“I woulda done the same if I were you, let’s be clear.” You heard her stand up and take a couple steps over to you, making you pause again and notice your increasing impatience. “Women like us do what they can to get ahead.”

She crossed her arms and you took a moment to look at her and scan her appearance. Though she was old, her long hair gray in its ponytail, she had an intriguingly gorgeous face, and despite all the lines on her tan skin, it was obvious that she had been a beauty when she was younger. Her eyes were the color of peach stones, and her gaze made you feel both seen and judged all the same.

“Just watch which beds you lie in. One day, you could end up makin’ it.” She chuckled to herself, walking back to the crate she was sitting on and picking up a tool. “I don’t know about you,” she said, a mischievous smile on her face, “but I hate makin’ mine, and kriff, I sleep in it by myself!”

You laughed, finally entering the code for your ship, the short ramp lowering so you could enter and get the reset time you needed. The “reset” was, of course, you dumping your ball gown on the floor, kicking off your heels, emptying your pockets—you couldn’t wait to use that fancy imported body wash from Coruscant—and flopping onto your rack, settling in for a much-needed nap.

I can get you out of here, you screamed above the blaster fire.

Both of your hands were stained with fresh, red blood. As you shot at the pirates, you felt the hand you pressed right below their left rib cage get warm with each shallow breath they took. You could barely apply the pressure they needed—your bicep had been shot just minutes before they were. You glanced down at them for a moment, firing a few haphazard shots. Their eyes were closed, mouth agape.

Stay with me, you screamed. Stay the fuck with me!

Don’t you die on me, you yelled.

You grunted as you dragged them up to their feet, trying your best to support them while providing enough cover for you both to run out the way you’d entered.

You woke with a start, your entire body shaking you awake. You took a deep breath and swore, slamming your fist into your rack’s thin mattress.

Your blaster had smelled like iron for months, you recollected, jumping off your rack and rolling your shoulders a few times, rubbing the arm you’d injured that day as you walked to your fresher. Eventually, you pawned it off to some Toydarian on Tattoine. He’d given you a shit amount of credits for it, but it was one of the few times you wanted to be rid of something more than you wanted money for it. If it meant you would be haunted less during the day, it was worth the shit deal.

You stripped out of the palace-provided clothes, kicking them away with a yuck and a grimace. You were so anxious to be rid of the grime from the palace that you didn’t even wait for the water to heat up; besides, the cold water would distract you from your nightmares, and your insidious thoughts about the Mandalorian.

He was getting in your way far too much lately. The thoughts swirling around in your head were constantly invaded by him—after his departure from the palace balcony, you had to lay in bed and quell the arousal that pooled in your belly.

It was sick the way you wanted him to grab your wrists like he did on Jakku and look you over like you were one of his bounties, his masked gaze only adding to the fantasy. It had been a test of self-control to not touch yourself to the image of him staring down at you as his cock filled your mouth and threatened to force itself down your throat. Denying yourself release to the idea of his voice coaxing—no, demanding—you to orgasm while he curled his fingers inside of your dripping cunt was one of the hardest acts of self-discipline that you’d ever executed.

You’d fallen asleep frustrated and aroused, and as you inhaled the sweet floral scent of the body wash from Naboo, you decided that it had been for your own good.

You turned off the shower and started to dry yourself off, noticing that your thorough scrubbing allowed the floral scent to linger a little bit. Maybe there had been a perk to spending a night at that palace after all—aside from gaining access to the quarry, of course.

Tonight, you needed a few shots of spotchka and however many drinks you could handle. Looking out your ship’s viewport, you saw the sun was beginning to set, and you decided to see if this weird little moon had any cantinas worth going to. You tossed your towel on the fresher floor, enjoying the perk of walking around your ship completely naked; as much as you enjoyed having a quarry onboard and knowing the bounty you were going to get would be hefty, you also relished the solitary moments you got, too. You had a nice pair of tighter pants that made your ass look impeccable, and you grinned when you found the shirt shoved in the back of one of your drawers that always made people’s eyes drift away from yours. As you got dressed, you hummed a made-up melody, excited to explore a bit. You never minded the attention you got when you wore these clothes; you felt sexy and confident, and you also loved the free drinks that came with the outfit and the sultry smile you flashed at whoever fell for you.

You pulled on your boots, thanking your past self for not taking out the knives you had hidden in each. You stood up and walked over to your rack, jumping up and reaching in, your hand searching wildly for your holster.

“A-ha!” you exclaimed, grasping the leather and dropping to the floor, triumphantly holding it.

You wouldn’t bring your blaster with you tonight, thinking that these people might mind it a bit more than the people in Tatooine cantinas did. You were wearing it as your own silly form of a security blanket; you’d gone nearly an entire rotation without it and you had felt jittery the whole time with only your vibroblade holster strapped to your thigh. You click the belt on, then strapped the thigh band on, taking a few steps to make sure it wasn’t too loose or too tight.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath. You needed and deserved this little outing. Even if it was a bust, you could at least get a few drinks and unwind before forcing yourself back to the palace to collect your quarry. You smiled at your reflection and then walked to your dresser, filling a small bag with enough credits to pay for drinks before lowering your ship’s ramp and walking into the cool night air.

You were a little surprised to see the old woman still tinkering away with the R2 unit, yellow light from a lamp the only thing illuminating her work area. She looked up at you, then smiled knowingly.

“Take a left outta here, then a right at the first intersection. Walk a little bit, and the cantina will be on your left.”

You nodded, silently thanking her. She shook her head, the smile still stretched across her aged face as you walked past her and onto the street.

PART 4: DIN

The uneven brick road Din walked down was dimly lit, the storefronts lining it closed and some of the apartment windows above them glowing with yellow light, showing that life existed on the moon even after dark.

He was taking a gamble by heading into the village: he risked missing his target and losing out on a bounty that would allow him to take a little time off from hunting. Something in his gut, though, told him to wander the village streets.

He walked past a small arched entryway with a sign that read “Osha Hangar.” He tilted his head to the side. He doubted that it would be this easy, but if it was, he wouldn’t be mad. Anything that made his life a bit easier amid the almost constant anger and confusion was welcome.

Din walked down the alley and entered a small hangar, large enough for only one ship—and it was currently occupied. He smirked under his helmet, then turned on his thermal sensor, looking around, his hand hovering over his blaster. He picked up a life form behind a wall, and he stalked over to the closed door it was behind, blaster at the ready. Din was sure his arrival would be unexpected, and he relied on that when he gave the door a few quick raps with his gloved knuckles.

“Whaddya want?”

Din was startled when the door slid open to reveal an old woman with wavy gray hair, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

When he didn’t answer, she looked him up and down, her eyes settling on the blaster in his hand. She scoffed and stared into his visor. “I thought Mandalorians killed quickly. This is the longest anyone has ever taken to threaten my life.”

He took a step back and straightened, maintaining his grip on the blaster. “I’m not here for you.”

“Then what are ya here for? I was just about to get some kriffin’ sleep.” She leaned against her doorway, her stern expression unwavering.

“Who’s staying here?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Who’s asking?”

“A Mandalorian bounty hunter.”

She clicked her tongue and nodded, a sly smile slowly etching across her face. She looked at the ground and chuckled, then met Din’s visor again. “Alright, what are ya, a jealous lover? Someone who’s angry they missed the morning after sex and wants payback for the snub?”

Din huffed in frustration at her pointed questions, growing impatient with her. “I told you, I’m a Mandalorian bounty hunter, and I know my quarry isn’t here.”

“Whatever you say, Mandalorian.” The old woman stuck out her palm, waving her fingers. “But in my hangar, nothin’s free.”

He scoffed and tilted his head back, digging in his utility belt for the sack of credits he kept on him in case of shitty situations like this. He placed some credits in her palm, and she peered down at them, squinting. She straightened and took a step back, wrapping her fingers around the credits.

“Go to the cantina.”

“Where is it?”

She smiled. “You didn’t pay enough for that, Mandalorian.”

The door slid closed in front of Din, and he growled as he turned around and headed back to the street. Of course this hunt would be a frustrating one—he should have expected it when it came to her.

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🕸 Recently Read Fics - October 2022 🕸

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 🖤

🕸 Nothin’ to Say by @wabadabadaba (654, G)

seven year old Harry Styles spends the night at his dad's house for the first time.

🕸 Cherry on Top by @huggieshalo (1k, T)

“People destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance, at precisely the right moment.”

Louis is waiting for an important email. Throughout his day, he reads his book, sees a gold bell, and meets a boy...?

Will fate lead him where he's supposed to be?

🕸 The Sweater by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

Harry’s wardrobe was eclectic but nothing was standing out. Emma twisted their bottom lip with their thumb and forefinger, a habit they picked up from Harry as they gazed at all the options. Emma glanced at their suitcase that was an open mess on the floor and saw the new blue argyle sweater vest they just bought from a consignment shop. They weren't quite ready to part with it but they figured Harry would need the boost tonight.

or, Harry and Emma have a few days apart so Emma lets Harry borrow their new favorite sweater vest.

🕸 Cursing the Daylight by @londonfoginacup (1k, G)

Oh, how Harry wishes the sun would never rise again, how he wishes he’d never have to worry about it.

There’s something so treacherous about daylight. The sun beating down on the people below, supposedly filling them with happiness. Harry doesn’t understand that at all, the idea of sunlight alone makes his head pound, the way it feels like it’s melting his very bones.

🕸 s[he]'s falling, doesn't even know it by @greeneyesfriedrice (2k, G)

super short night changes music video au

🕸 Plant New Seeds by @hellolovers13 (2k, T)

Someone was desperately trying to keep Louis' poor houseplant alive.

🕸 Monday by @nouies (2k, NR)

A flower shop AU featuring a one-sided feud, puns, and a missing cat.

🕸 Put Your Love In A Bottle (And Send It My Way) by @tommokat (2k, T)

Today was going to be a good day. Harry just knew it. He knew it was going to be a good day because today was the 28th day of the month. And the 28th days of the month were bottle days. And bottle days were Louis days.

🕸 Flirting In a Sushi Restaurant by @littleroverlouis (2k, T)

Bright green eyes slowly blink up at the ceiling and his glossy pink lips are frozen in a small smile. Louis’ eyes trail down from his tattooed collarbones, to his toned chest, and land on the leaf dotted with toro scallion rolls under his rosy nipples. He feels like a bit of a creep hovering a set of tongs over someone’s nipple, but was a sucker for a toro roll. A deep voice startles him as he grabs a second roll.

“Big fan of those I see.”

Louis jerks his hand back, the roll dropping from the tongs and landing on the model's arm with a dull plop.

“Shit, fuck,” Louis stutters.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. My name's Harry.”

Or sushi model Harry flirts with hungry Louis.

🕸 can you build me a nest? by @onlythebravest (2k, M)

Louis comes home after a long day and craves a nest, so he asks his boyfriend to build one for him.

🕸 Apple of My Pie by @tommokat (4k, M)

He takes the tote bag and spins around, finding his destination across the park. He inhales a deep breath and begins the march forward. Or rather, the overly careful walk of which he’s overthinking every step. Is it possible to have a walk of shame before anything has actually happened? Probably not. He’s probably just making that up.

Nonetheless, he feels on edge, like everyone’s watching him make his way across the grass to a table that’s not his own, a place he shouldn’t be.

Until he meets the fair blue eyes of his dreams and all the anxiety just fades away.

🕸 Orange You Juice The Cutest by @tommokat (4k, M)

There's only one carton of orange juice left and two men have to decide which one of them gets it.

🕸 let me try with pleasured hands by @choface (5k, E)

“Maybe next year you and your dad could come over and we could all carve pumpkins together?”

And oh. That does funny things to Louis’ stomach. Harry so casually mentioning plans a year from now?

They’d been on several dates in the past month, but they’d both made it clear from the beginning that they wouldn’t tell their daughters unless things got more serious between them. Louis doesn’t quite know how to tell Harry that his life hasn’t been the same since the first time he met him. He never thought he’d be interested in dating anyone after his daughter’s mum passed away. He never saw Harry coming, but he can safely say it has been the most natural thing in the world. He’s not felt so fully present in his own life in so long. So happy. All because of this charming, beautiful, and kind man standing in front of him in a bloody tutu.

🕸 As long as you’re not afraid to feel by @quelsentiment (5k, T)

Liam can’t help sounding a bit suspicious as he replies, “You want to co-host Phantom Tales? Do you even believe in ghosts?”

“Of course not,” Louis scoffs as if Liam’s just asked him something preposterous.

“Then why would you even be interested in doing this?”

“Because I’ve watched some of the episodes, and I gotta admit that seeing you lose your shit about fake haunted houses is highly entertaining. I’d quite like to witness it live.”

🕸 Dip you in honey by @lunarheslwt (7k, M)

Harry has been baking cornbread for seven days in a row. Louis has no idea what’s going on, but is ever the sweet and supportive husband. At least their baby, Amelia, seems placated by the bread.

Contrary to popular belief, there is however, a thing such as ‘too much bread.’

🕸 Little Freak (AKA: Jezebel) by @homosociallyyours (8k, T)

When Harry decides to adopt the little cat who's been visiting him almost every day, he feels like he's taking a big step in life. The only problem? She's already Louis' cat.

They kind of share her (really).

🕸 Under the Milky Way by @jacaranda-bloom (11k, E)

Louis had always been a prankster, but being on tour provided him with countless opportunities to hone his skills with silly jokes and games, harmless really, and all in good fun. That was until the night he accidentally ended up in the wrong hotel room and dumped a bucket of iced water over a complete stranger.

🕸 Breathe me in, breathe me out by @lunarheslwt (14k, G)

Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

🕸 The Marmonton Hotel by @jaerie (15k, E)

The story of the ghost at The Marmonton Hotel.

🕸 risk, breath, our seasons by @sun-lt (15k, T)

Harry gulps the tea too quickly and burns the tip of his tongue so it hurts to talk and wishes Louis would just—just scent him, for god’s sake, just do it here, now, in front of all the chattering late-afternoon customers sipping their iced coffees because Harry needs it.

It’s shamefully desperate, the way he meets Louis’ gaze and tips his head to the side. And it’s worse because Louis’ eyes shock bluer than they already are, the shadow of a dimple appears on one of his cheeks, and when he leans forward—sweet, obedient—Harry suddenly doesn’t want anyone to touch him at all.

🕸 Daisy Chains by @shehungthemoon (15k, T)

It’s hard enough for two global superstars to spend time together, never mind five. (And, well, Hollywood always made the American midwest seem so romantic, and they could always start small.)

🕸 If the Surface Begs You Home by @becomeawendybird (17k, T)

Harry is a mermaid from the underwater kingdom of Mercadia who is a little too fascinated by life above the surface. He's kicked out of his home after he winds up pregnant, and has to figure out how to make his way in the world.

Louis is the darling of the small neighbouring seaside village who came home after university to take over their local library, and can't seem to stay away from the mysterious pregnant mermaid his friends introduce him to.

🕸 The Risen series by @creamcoffeelou (20k, E)

In search of the next breaking story, Harry goes off to do something no one else has been able to do: get the scoop on Louis Tomlinson and his devoted group of followers.

🕸 Don’t Worry, Darling by @daggerandrose (27k, E)

Frank and Shelley Harper are the founders of the Victory Project-- a place for his employees and their spouses to live, to work, and to enjoy themselves while keeping safe from the outside world.

Louis and Harry Styles are the newest inhabitants of Victory, but when Louis begins to question his reality, he has to rely on himself and his husband to find out the truth.

🕸 As It Was by @wabadabadaba (45k, E)

Age play was never just about the sex for Harry. After his old domme tainted his experiences, he didn’t think he could regress again. He didn't think he would find someone to submit to, to let go of his worries and be the caregiver he craves. So, after a two year break, he decides to reenter the local BDSM scene. Meeting Louis Tomlinson at his first munch back wasn’t what Harry expected, but maybe it was what he needed.

🕸 Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything (90k, E)

Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

Then he meets Harry Styles, another divorced dad with a teenage daughter, who convinces him it’s a good idea to pretend they're dating to keep their kids happy.

#28th appreciation #monthly recs #fic rec #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #trackinghome

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