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Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

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snippychicke · 8 months

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Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate

Am I a dumbass for starting another story? Yes. Do I care? No.

This will be a bit like Cats & Ships where we switch POV, but also inspired by prompts I found in an old document.

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Part one of ?

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: Violence, hinted attempts at sexual assult by background characters. Followed by... more violence.

The seal I personally imagine is the leopard seal, but I try to be nondescriptive so you can have your own ideas.

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways.

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life.

Alternate Summary: You thought it would be easy to follow the stars home to the Arctic when you ended up far too south. Unfortunately, you were wrong.

Fortunately, another kind of star kept pulling you in-- the Flashy Fool: Buggy the Clown.

Unfortunately, this also leads you to question where 'home' really is.

(Meanwhile, Buggy is likewise conflicted. He handles it poorly.)

Ao3 | masterpost

Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares

For Buggy, he swore it was a dream the first time he met you. It was some nameless town whose populace proved less than thrilled by their not so free entertainment. Even though his freaks had put on an extremely flashy show, the townspeople had barely clapped.

Watching the waves lap at the rocky beach under the full moon, dreaming of the treasure lost beneath (that he would never be able to reach) was still one of his favorite ways to unwind after a long day. Even if the sea hated him, he was still in love with it.

Yet that night something else broke the waves other than rocks or a boat.

A seal.

That instantly caught his attention. He hadn't seen a seal this far in the East Blue, and only had vague recollections of seeing them when serving with Gol D. Rodgers’ crew in the colder waters of the poles.

Yet before he could ponder that oddity for long, things became weirder as the seal shifted, its skin becoming nothing more than a cloak over a woman's shoulders.

A very curvy, naked, woman.

His eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at the stars, a frown on her face and apparently unaware that she had company on the small beach.

Well, he had to fix that, didn't he?

~*~

For you, that night was a living nightmare.

You gazed up at the stars, comparing them to the map you had (somewhat) memorized of the stars back home.

You… were lost. You were very lost.

"Mother Sea," you swore, rubbing your face as you tried to think. If the North Star was there, then you were… to the southwest? Or southeast?

Well, too south either way.

(What if that wasn’t even the north star?)

"And what do we have here?"

You froze at the unfamiliar voice, pulling your seal-skin closer as you turned. You had been warned about land-kind (humans and fishmen both) stealing one's furs right off one's back and using it as blackmail for all sorts of things.

This one was human, you decided, judging by the tall thin form walking out of the shadows. (How did they survive without any meat on their bones to keep them warm?) Though you hadn't seen a human with a bright red nose like that… or strange markings on their face…

Then again, you hadn't seen many humans this close either. Usually it was as a seal, and they were washed out by the bright light of the sun.

You bared your teeth at him in a snarl as he walked closer, causing you to inch closer to the sea. "Back, human! Or I'll bite your hand off."

Oddly, the human smiled, apparently amused by your words. With a flourish, he snapped his wrist and the rest of the hand came flying towards you, making you scramble backwards with a startled yelp.

"Already off, sweetheart," he laughed as he booped your nose. "So let's try again. Who, and what, are you?"

You didn't think, not when waves washed over your feet beckoning you home. (To safety, at least. These waters were too warm to be home.) You turned and melded back with your furs, ignoring the sharp yell behind you as you splashed into the waters.

Prompt: Avarice

Buggy was a greedy man, he could fully admit to that. Greedy for wealth, fame, power. Just like every other pirate, really.

"You collect freaks, right?" The man pleaded as Ritchie dropped him at the pirate captain's feet. "I-I have a freak for you!"

Despite the smile on his face, Buggy felt something twist unpleasantly in his stomach (or maybe something hadn't connected just right?). "You want to trade another's life for your own?"

His freaks weren't slaves. Sure, he was their captain and they obeyed them, but it was voluntary… mostly. Usually.

They could leave any time was the point.

And implying anything else already had condemned the man’s life. But then he led him back to the small merchant ship and pulled the so-called fream from the storage space from the hull of the tiny ship.

Chains bound your wrists, your mouth gagged with a strip of fabric. Dressed in nothing but a literal sackcloth.

But Buggy was enticed by those dark wide eyes. So full of rage. It took a moment, but the clown-pirate recognized you from that moonlit cove just a few nights before. The mottled skin, oddly-sharp teeth. Those squishable curves.

"--A real life selkie,” the merchant continued. “Her coat’s on another ship, just to make sure she didn't grab it. But--"

His words were cut off as Buggy grabbed his throat despite the space between them. "I accept,” Buggy grinned as he looked at the merchant. “Her life for yours. Except she gets to keep hers. You don't. Not unless you can swim."

Buggy's hand carried him a few yards over the open ocean before dropping him, causing the pirate crew to laugh as the man struggled in the water. Meanwhile, the clown-pirate looked back at the woman, easily seeing the tell-tale signs of fear despite the attempts to cover it with anger.

Selkie? At first he wanted to scoff: those things were a myth. He remembered listening to the other pirates of his youth tell stories of beings that lived in towards the poles and looked like seals, but could shed their skin and become human.

Which is exactly what he had seen that night. And after all, the Chop-Chop Fruit was supposedly a myth too.

He stepped closer, carefully studying the odd mottling of your skin, your just-a-bit-too-wide eyes, and the sharp teeth trying to gnaw through your binding.

"If you bite, I get to bite back," he jested with a grin before undoing the gag, wondering if you even remembered him from the beach.

He half expected you to snap or spit considering the expression on your face, but you did neither as you adjusted to no longer having the cloth in your mouth. "Water?" You asked after a moment, your voice sounding like someone who had screamed themself hoarse. "Please?"

His grin softened slightly, becoming just slightly less manic. “Well, since you used the magic word.”

Prompt: Difference

Not having your furs made you… jumpy. It was like a piece of you was missing, which did not make your odd situation any better. You weren't one that typically socialized with those of the land. So being stuck on a ship with a motley pirate crew was certainly an… experience.

Not a bad one per say, you actually were enjoying learning so much about their culture as you did small tasks about the ship to help out (your title was apparently chore-girl, or so it seemed). Most of the pirates were friendly enough, either asking questions or just ignoring you.

A few you had to show that you were not as defenseless as you looked when they cornered you looking for 'special favors,' having heard ridiculous rumors about your kind.

That, and apparently some human saw a naked person and presumed they were interested in sexual intercourse.

Cabaji had been kind enough to provide you with more 'appropriate clothes' after that. Leading you away while their Captain reminded the idiots of their manners. (Granted, the fact the hand you had bit off was not going to return was probably punishment enough.)

It was easy to tell their captain, Buggy, was… different. For one, he could detach his body parts and send them flying as if a puppet on a string. (Devil fruit, some old memory in your mind spoke. Forsaken by mother sea and cursed by the Sea Devil himself. But you pushed such childish stories away.)

But just the way he acted. Talked. It was different and had caught your attention in more ways than one. He may have been as thin as a piece of kelp, but he proved to be far stronger than he appeared.

(Okay, you would admit it. He was handsome and charming. For a human.)

You tried to convince yourself that all you cared about was the agreement you had reached after they had rescued you from the merchant ship: "We get your fur back, you do a little diving for us for some sunken treasure. It's a win-win."

But even if you were able to find you fur like they promised, you were still so very lost. And unlike the others, the crew was welcoming. Buggy was welcoming.

Not like the men who had caught you unaware while you had been trying to cool down from the hot tropical sun.

You gazed up at the night sky, trying so hard to find something familiar and failing. You hoped it was just the bright moon and clouds partially obscuring the night.

"Starting to think you’re a night owl." There was the tap on your shoulder, yet all that met you was a waving gloved hand that booped your nose before pointing to your other side.

Buggy had his usual grin on his painted face (another human thing you were slowly getting used to) as he raised the arm missing its hand. It was so odd to see it return to its proper place and loom as if it had never left. "I heard Mohji had you bathe and groom Ritchie, so I would figure you'd be exhausted after that disaster."

You shrugged your shoulders. Trying to wash the lion had been fun, considering the cat hated the water. And afterwards, all Ritchie wanted to do was play as you tried to comb out his fur. And yet… "It's… hard to sleep." So many thoughts and worries constantly running through your head. Missing the heavy warmth of your fur.

Missing being able to just swim to help relax. You knew humans swam, but how was a mystery to you.

Buggy nodded as if he understood while he leaned against the rail of the ship, looking out over the waters. And you'd be a liar if you didn't take an extra minute to appreciate his form; long legs crossed, that thin lean body stretched out and muscular forearms braced against the wood.

"I can help tire you out, if you want," he offered as he caught you staring, his grin wide as could be, punctuating his words with a wink.

You had a feeling that it was a joke--as most things were with him-- though you didn't quite get the punchline. You tilted your head curiously, mimicking his pose as you waited for him to elaborate.

Only his smile faded once he realized his joke didn't land quite right. "Geez, give a man a beautiful gal and she's as innocent as a lamb," he muttered under his breath.

"It's not my fault your humor is… different," you defended. "I'd like to see how you do if you were around my kind."

"Can't swim," he grinned yet again, but one of those smiles that didn't feel sincere. It was a kind that reminded you of a threat, though you had never felt anything akin to fear when around him. "Pretty sure I'd end up as fish food." He paused before tilting his head thoughtfully. "Selkie food?"

You shouldered him playfully before snapping your teeth at him. "Yes. Because our favorite food is pirates. Especially those with big red noses."

His demeanor changed quickly, which you did not anticipate. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a dark look that seemed unnatural on his face. "I'll give you this time just because you're you, but no nose jokes." He growled threateningly, making you instinctively back up.

"I-okay?" You offered placatingly. "I'm sorry? I don't understand, but I won't say anything more, promise." The last thing you needed was him upset and throwing you overboard without your fur.

Nevermind the fact you didn't want to upset him even if you could swim.

He glanced over you for a moment before his expression switched again, and he was soon ruffling your hair. "Relax doll. It's just a tender subject."

You nodded silently, slowly relaxing but still on edge as well. You had seen his tempers, and don't particularly want that directed at you. "... for what it's worth, I think it's perfectly fine." You couldn't help but state, looking back at the inky black waters.

Buggy huffed dryly. "You thought Mohji's little bear ears were real, so forgive me if I don't use you as a reference on what looks 'perfectly fine.'"

You blushed as you sunk lower against the rail. "How was I supposed to know?" You had been so confused to see him with his hair flattened by the sudden rainstorm a few days prior. Which had been a riot to the rest of the crew, apparently.

"Damn it,” Buggy swore under his breath. “You're lucky you're just...adorable." There was a hand at your opposite hip that suddenly pulled you into Buggy's side, his arm already waiting to wrap around your waist. "I could just eat you up."

You squealed as he nipped at your ear playfully, continuing the little joke between you. Yes, you threatened to bite him that first meeting, but it… was also a way your kind established and kept bonds between friends. Family.

Mates.

Not that he would know that. It was just a game to him. And you would happily keep it that way.

Prompt: Child

Buggy had to admit, despite the fact you were obviously a fully grown woman, there were times it was hard to see you as anything more than a child.

Especially those wide eyes of yours opened in wonder as you marveled over such simple things like electricity or Cabji's unicycle. Granted, it did wonders for the egos of him and his freaks to have such a beautiful gal clap enthusiastically during training, complete with delighted laughter that needed no prompting.

Okay, it was very intoxicating the way you watched. Like he was the most amazing thing you had seen. Forget the spotlight, he wanted the light in your eyes to always remain on him. He wanted to hear you laugh. He wanted to see your smile.

He wanted all of it.

(God it was so hard not flirting with you. He was a pirate, but he did have his own code of somewhat-honor. And you were thoroughly making him want to rip it to shreds because of the mix signals you sent.)

And then came the times where it was clear that while you had a child-like wonder, you were far from defenseless. Those teeth weren't just for show as you proved when an idiot tried to cop a feel.

You weren't kidding that night when you threatened to bite his hand off. He wasn't even sure how you managed to bite the man's hand clean off, but you did. By the time he arrived to the startled gathering crowd, blood smeared your face like a mockery of his own makeup and the ex-crewman was wailing as he held a stump of his hand.

The crewman shortly went overboard while level-headed Cabji found you some less provocative clothing. And he warned the rest of the crew that if anyone tried that again, he'd let you do as you please.

Even if it was ripping out their throat.

At the time the thought was a bit of an exaggeration. Especially as weeks past and he got to know you better. Your violent side was forgotten even as you'd smile and playfully nip at him with those sharp teeth. You were you, after all. Innocent as a lamb…

And then they finally hunted down the fisherman who had your fur.

Even Ritchie shirked back as you took your revenge, and Buggy was both disturbed and uncomfortably aroused. He hadn't realized how sharp your nails were. How quick you were on land. How vicious you were.

There was no mercy. And by the time you had your dark silvery fur wrapped around your shoulders like a cozy blanket, most of your body was painted red with the blood of your victims.

"Join my circus," he offered as soon as your eyes landed on him. If only to stop him from begging you for something else as he stepped forward over the tattered remains of those who had wronged you, his arms spread as wide as his grin. "Join my crew." (Be with me forever. Stay by my side. Don’t leave me.)

And for a moment, he thought you would take his offer, as you turned towards him, hand partially raised to take one of his. He already had planned that as soon as you touched him, he'd pull you into a hug. To hear you squeal with surprise and laughter. He looked forward to feeling those full curves pressed against his body, the soft warmth radiating from you.

His crew would be even flashier with a selkie. Such a beautiful deadly creature. Being. Person. He didn't even care what roll you took on, you would be amazing. You brought a new spark of life to his crew, and he needed it to stay.

But your hand dropped along with your expression as you stepped away from him. That light in your eyes shifted as you looked away, pulling your fur close to your body. "We had a deal. I'll gather treasure from the seafloor for you, but then I-I should go home."

It was like you had ripped his heart out, and he couldn't will it back into his body. He lowered his arms, though he didn't dare let his smile fall.

No one could know how disappointed he was. Or the fact you had just completely devastated him. "Right. Back to your little selkie pals, even though I haven't seen a single one of them trying to help you. Not like we have. We take care of our own, we'd take care of you."

Okay, maybe a little of his anger seeped out, judging how you shied away. "I'm lost,” you tried to defend. “They don't know where I am, or what happened."

It didn’t settle well with him. Because if you were his, he'd scout the whole four seas for you. Fuck a map, he'd go to the Grand Line blind to look for you. Raid the entire Red Line.

But you weren't. And you would never be.

Because his crew weren’t prisoners. “Okay then, doll face. A deal’s a deal, and it’s time to uphold your end.”

Prompt: Running Away

How could someone look the absolute same, yet act so differently?

Tension filled the air when you returned to the ship. Even though you had your fur and should feel complete, you felt… wrong as Buggy all but ignored you, snapping at the crew to take the ship to wherever you would finish your end of the deal.

Was he that mad that you turned down his offer?

But… you didn't belong here. Not just aboard the ship, surrounded by landkind. But in their whole society. You kept messing up, you were the odd one out. You couldn't contribute any to their circus acts.

Besides, they had seen you overreact to knowing you had found the ones who had stolen your fur. Even after washing yourself as good as you could with a cloth and basin full of water, scrubbing until your skin felt raw, you still could smell the coppery tinge of blood. Taste in your mouth. Remember the feeling of pure bloodlust and rage.

If the crew had tried to interfere, you would have hurt them.

You didn't know if Buggy could recall a limb that had been torn asunder.

Buggy avoided you as the ship tore across the open sea. Before, he would find you several times throughout the day, dragging you to show you something. Or venting about something or another. Or just… teasing you in his own Buggy fashion.

Now it felt like he avoided you.

The crew as well, who would give you looks but usually just left you alone.

You… missed it. How it used to be.

But it was proof you didn't belong. Right?

Finally, after days of awkward silence, you came upon a piece of ocean marked by rocks and shipwrecks. Masts and dark stone raised above the deep blew, rubble crashing upon both as the waves turned wicked.

Finally, Buggy appeared, though avoided looking at you directly, and instead stared at the harsh ocean. "Deadman’s Stacks. Pirates have been trying to use it to escape marines for centuries, often with little luck. Only the best can navigate through the rocky outcropping and the wreckage. And rumor has it, it is a treasure trove beneath the waves."

Cabaji held a bag out to you, "Fill this with whatever you can find, and a deal's a deal."

You took the large rucksack, studying it and making a mental note of how to carry it when in seal form, before glancing at Buggy.

Who was still not looking at you. He used to always catch your gaze with his, and you loved the spark in his dark blue eyes. They were like the tropic seas you had begun to enjoy. Vibrant, warm, playful with a hint of treachery.

Yet now they were as hard and cold as the waters of your home.

You shoved the thoughts and emotions hounding you and quickly stripped the borrowed clothes, feeling the ocean spray briefly as you wrapped your fur around your shoulder.

And jumped overboard.

You heard the start of gasps behind you before you broke the surface of the water, the seal skin furs melting into your body as you changed, senses adjusting to being underwater.

The damage above was nothing compared to below. You couldn't even see the sea floor through the wrecked boats, though the sea life had adjusted and seemed to thrive in the land-kind's ships.

With the strap of the rucksack bitten between your teeth, you dove and searched. Finding the bits and bobbles that the pirates seemed to love and carefully placing them in the bag. Which was hard to do without hands, but you managed.

Time was a foreign concept to you below the ocean,but eventually the rucksack was as full as could be without spilling and you returned to the surface.

To your seal-eyes, everything was overly bright and hazy, but you could make out the large ship at least, swimming toward it. You could hear the crew once they saw you, whooping and hollering in excitement as you drew closer.

You… never thought how you were going to get up.

Just as you realized this, hands gripped your sides just behind your flippers and hiked you up into the air. You bit the strap of the bag in both fear and to keep it from falling as you were lifted up to the deck of the ship.

Into Buggy's arms. You could make out the red of his nose and blue of his hair amongst the bright light, his mouth spread into a grin.

Yet before you could do anything, he had set you down on the wooden deck and gently pried your rucksack from your mouth. Even with your poor senses, you could see and hear them clamoring over the treasures you had brought up.

You had done your end of the bargain. Now it was time to leave. Part of your heart wanted to stay, and threw a fit as you forced your body to wiggle towards the edge.

You heard Buggy call out for you just as you threw yourself overboards, freefalling into the waters below.

#one piece #one piece live action #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy x reader

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sungievrse · 4 months

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so.

a poc reader who takes one of the skz members back to their home country, but they get one of their insecurities pointed out by someone there? like being thin, or thick, or dark or light? how would skz defend their s/o??

gn reader please 😭🙏🙏

as a person of color, i approve. since you didn’t specify which member, i’ll write for hyung line. i’m used to writing for male reader, but i’ll try my best, tell me if i slip up okay? tysm for the req!

sexual innuendos below cut!

hyung line:

bang chan:

this man is the best thing that has ever happened to you. he’s so patient and kind, and it’s no surprise that you want to take him back to your home country and show him how you grew up. you had forgotten how judgmental the people of your country were, however. you shriveled under their gazes as they scrunched their noses at your dark skin. a man rode by on a motorbike, yelling out an insult in your native language. you stopped in midst of your walk, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” chan asked. you wiped away a tear. “i’m just too dark, i guess.” chan frowned. “nonsense.” he kissed your cheeks. “you’re so beautiful, (name). i hate that you feel this way.” you shrugged. “i’m just not beautiful enough.” “you are more than enough.” he caressed your cheeks. “you’re everything and more than i could ever ask for, and i never want you to forget it. okay?” “okay, channie. i love you.” he smiled. “i love you too, baby. let’s get you home.”

lee minho:

minho believes that you are too beautiful for this world. in his eyes, society really didn’t deserve you. unfortunately, the people of your country didn’t think so. the minute you two had stepped off the plane, you both had received judgmental gazes from the left and the right. and now, the person working at the front desk of your hotel had given you the most disgusted look, and you were currently lying on the bed in your room, not even trying to conceal your sobs. minho felt his heart twist in rage. how dare that lady look at you like that! heck, he didn’t even know why she looked at you like that. he tiptoed over to you, and stroked your head. “aw, honey.” “i don’t get it, min!” you sobbed. “i didn’t get it five years ago, and i don’t get it now!” as much as it pained minho, he was so confused. “get what?” he asked sheepishly. you looked up at him with teary eyes and a runny nose. “i’m so fat.” you grabbed your tummy angrily, showing him the rolls of your skin. “oh, jagi. you’re not fat.” “yes, i am!” you exclaimed, frustrated. “no, you’re not.” he soothed. “and even if you are, so what? i don’t care. i love the way your tummy rolls when we fuck. it’s so cute.” your mouth fell open in shock. “lee minho!” you gently slapped his arm. but it was worth it when you let out soft peals of giggles. “there’s my baby.” he grinned at you, pinching your tummy. “ahh~ so adorable~”

seo changbin:

the way you hid your body behind his bigger one did not go unnoticed by changbin. he turned, confused, when your tiny hands gripped his bulging muscles as if they were your life support. “bunny? are you okay?” he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. you dragged your eyes up to meet his, shuffling your feet sheepishly. “i-i… it’s stupid.” he shook his head. “bunny, how many times have i told you?” he reprimanded softly. “your feelings are not stupid.” you smiled up at him through watery eyes, sniffling a bit, before starting. “well…” “well?” he prompted, running his hands up and down your sides. “don’t you ever get tired of not having any ass to grab?”

whatever changbin expected, it was not this. “uh— what?” you looked down, nervously twisting your fingers together. “i-i just… i came here, with you, right?” “right…” he said, unsure where this was going. “and— and all the people in my country have big butts and they’re so curvy and they’re a lot thicker than me, and… i just…” “no, baby.” he kissed your lips gently. “oh, bunny. is this what’s got you all sad and insecure?” “…yeah.” you frowned. “i know it’s stupid—.” “your feelings are not stupid.” he interrupted. “bunny, i love you. i would love you if you were thick or thin. i would love you if you were black or white or green or red—.” he was interrupted by small giggles from you. “and i love the way your so small. fit so well under me, yeah? want me to show you how much i love you?” “yes, please.” you said cheekily, pursing your lips for a kiss.

hwang hyunjin:

now, even though hyunjin was the sweetest, you had your fair share of insecurities about being with him. mainly, the people of your country whispering about how he was so much prettier than you. before when you had left your country for korea, you had been the prettiest, most beautiful person where you lived. and now, with hyunjin coming to visit… you loved him! you truly did! but with people completely ignoring you in favor of him, it really made you feel things that you weren’t used to feeling. you usually felt so sure of yourself, but with this new endeavor, you didn’t really know how to react to the new feelings. it got worse as two girls who used to always talk to you walked past you so they could talk to your boyfriend. you felt anger bubble up in you, then hurt and self-loathing. you watched mournfully as the two girls who used to be your friends talk to hyunjin as he tried to bring you a drink from the stall you two had stopped at. you could tell he was slightly uncomfortable; yet he kept a smile on his face. the man was an idol, after all. as they drew closer, you realized that the girl weren’t just talking to him; they were flirting with him! anger bubbled up once more, but this time you couldn’t control it. you got up from where you were sitting, marched over to your boyfriend and the two home-wreckers, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him into a heated kiss. he started, then melted into it, his hand on your waist. you pulled away, then glared at the two girls. “um. excuse us.” they glanced at you, then scampered away like little rats. “were you jealous, babe?” he teased, then panicked as he saw a few tears escape your eyes.

“oh, uh, um, are you, uh, okay?” you lifted your eyes. “hyune, are you ever going to leave me?” “no! i would rather die!” he exclaimed dramatically, waving his arms around and nearly dropping you two’s drinks. “oop- steady, steady.” he said, then smiled down at you. “why the sudden question, babe?” “no reason.” you smiled, strangely comforted by your goofy boyfriend’s antics. “if you say so.” he said, kissing the top of your head. “ooh, i’ve been meaning to try and paint some of these local plants~ babe, go stand by there and pose so i can take a picture to paint later.”

#skz x male reader #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #bang chan #stray kids x you #stray kids x male reader #stray kids #lee know #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #lee minho x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

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The Temptation Chapter 1

Summary: Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Here's the Priest!Bucky x curvy!reader fic! I hope y'all like it. Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

“Father Barnes, I have some unfortunate news.”

Bucky turned towards his senior priest, Father Richards. “Yes?”

“Constance Y/L/N has just passed away.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news. “How sad. I mean, she was getting up there in age but, still, a great loss.”

“Yes, it is. Her funeral arrangements will be handled by her granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N. She should be landing into town tomorrow, I was hoping you would be willing to pick her up at the airport and bring her to Constance’s home, then schedule a meeting about the arrangements and the service?”

“Of course, Father.”

That’s where Bucky found himself now, waiting in the baggage claim area of the airport with a sign in his hand that had her name written on it. He had no idea what she looked like or knew anything about her. As he looked around, waiting patiently, a woman came through the door that made him do a double take. She was beautiful, short and curvy, dressed in a long black dress that she kept stepping on, covered by an oversized, long, black and ripped sweatshirt that read “WOMEN RUN SHIT” in red embroidery, Converse sneakers that peeked from under her dress, with long pointy nails and her pink hair piled atop her head, held up by a black scarf. She had very little makeup on except for a dark, blood red lipstick that Bucky couldn’t seem to stop staring at. She looked around until her eyes fell on Bucky, read the sign, and gave him a polite smile as she headed towards him. Bucky gave her a polite smile back as he tried to hide the panic he was feeling inside.

“Father Barnes?” Y/N asked as she approached him.

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” she flashed him a full smile, making her teeth look stark against her lipstick.

“Is this all you have?” Bucky asked, looking at the purse and backpack slung over her shoulders and the large rolling suitcase she had.

“Yep, don’t have much. Thank you for the ride. I haven’t been to Brooklyn since I was a kid and I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle of a taxi or Uber.”

“It’s no problem.”

Bucky tried hard to not stare at her or even look at her too much. He had been a priest at his parish for 15 years, and had never had a moment where he felt like he was being led astray, like he’d always been warned about during his seminary years. He felt secure in his promises and covenants to the church and to God. And yet here was this woman, who just waltzed into his life on a chance, who he was feeling something very strange towards that made him question his life. And he didn’t even know her. Sinful.

“So what do you do for a living?” Bucky tried to break the ice as he drove silently, weaving through the New York traffic as best as he could.

“I’m a traveling photographer,” Y/N said as she watched the buildings and bridges fly by.

“Really? That’s interesting. How did you get into that?” he asked.

“Um, it just kinda fell into my lap, I guess,” Y/N answered, giving him a glance. “I grew up in Brooklyn, went to the church and everything with my grandmother, but at 16 I decided it wasn’t for me and went through a bit of a rough patch for a while. Started taking pictures as I went from place to place, posting online, and gained a following. Here I am, 16 years later, getting paid to go places and take pictures and give travel advice.”

“Wow,” Bucky breathed. “Where’s your favorite place you’ve been?

“Well, traveling as a plus sized person has its challenges,” she started, shifting in her seat. “The place that I felt most comfortable was the Leeward Islands, so Bora Bora, Tahiti, those areas of French Polynesia.”

“Very tropical,” Bucky commented.

“Ha, yes,” she giggled. “A big reason why I loved it.” She paused and looked at him. “Have you ever been on a beach like that?”

“No,” Bucky answered. “A beach at a lake when I was a kid, but nothing quite as pretty as crystal blue waters,” he glanced at her, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Hm,” Y/N watched him, a sad expression flitting across her face. “That’s too bad. There’s really nothing like it.” She paused again, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips. “A pretty thing like you on a sandy beach in Bora Bora would do wonders with the locals.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her compliment. He cleared his throat and swallowed as he tried to relax the blush that filled his cheeks. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Anytime, handsome,” she teased him, huffing out a laugh at his expense.

Bucky wasn’t blind to the fact that he had attractive features. He’d been hit on too many times to count by the women, and some of the men, in his congregation throughout the years. Some tried harder than others, the idea of a forbidden love or lust-driven “corrupting the priest” sounding appealing. He’d been able to squash those easily. He could of course see or recognize when people were attractive, and occasionally had the fleeting thought of “what if?” But it sounded different coming from her for some reason.

“I mean really, if the priests looked like you when I was in church I would have paid more attention.”

She said it in such a deadpan tone that Bucky couldn’t help but to fully laugh. She joined him in laughing as they finally pulled up to her grandmother’s brownstone home. Bucky helped her hoist her large luggage up the stairs. Y/N grabbed the key from the hidden spot that the estate lawyer had told her about and let herself and Bucky in. She wheeled the luggage off to the side as she looked around the foyer.

“Almost exactly the same,” she muttered.

“Y/N–”

“You know, it’s just very strange for me to call you Father,” Y/N interrupted him as she whirled around to face him. “What’s your first name?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, um, it’s James, but I always went by Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Y/N repeated it, looking confused.

Bucky silently reveled in how she said his name. “My middle name is Buchanan, don’t ask me why,” he joked, making her snort. “Bucky for short. I just always went by that rather than James when I was younger.”

“Well is it alright if I call you Bucky?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Bucky really should have said no, that it’s not appropriate for people to call him by his name rather than his title. Yet he found himself saying, “Yes.”

“Great. I’m sorry I interrupted you, what were you going to say?”

“Well, my senior priest, Father Richards and I would like to set up a meeting with you to go over the funeral arrangements. When would you like to do that?”

“Sure, um…” Y/N got distracted by something in the foyer. Bucky followed her eye line to the large cross her grandmother had mounted above the door. She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze. “How about tomorrow? 10 a.m.?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky agreed. “Well, is there anything else I could help you with while I’m here?”

“No, thank you. You’ve been very helpful,” Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great, see you then.” Bucky turned away and out the door, unable to handle being in such a close space with her anymore.

As he got back into the parish car and drove back to the church he heaved a heavy sigh of his own. This is going to be dangerous.

***

The next morning Bucky found himself taking more time to get ready. He was trimming his beard, redoing his hair in a bun and repeatedly straightening out his Roman collar and his shirt. He knew why he was doing it but was in deep denial.

Father Richards was waiting in the main office as Bucky went out to the sanctuary to see if Y/N had shown up yet. When he walked in he easily found her sitting on one of the pews. Today she wore a long, fluffy cardigan with a sports bra and flowy lounge pants. She wore no makeup and her hair looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bucky greeted her as he approached.

Y/N was staring at the large cross at the front of the sanctuary with the statue of Jesus hanging on it. Her eyes slowly turned to him, a frown on her face that she tried to hide quickly.

“Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him, her voice sounding scratchy. “I’m sorry I look a mess, the jet lag is making me feel rough.”

“I understand, it’s alright,” Bucky gestured for her to follow him.

He led her back into the hallways of the church until they reached the main priest’s office. Y/N paused for a moment outside the office door as Bucky held it open for her, before she inhaled quickly and stepped through the door.

“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Father Richards,” Richards held his hand out, which she stiffly shook. “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under more pleasant circumstances. May I offer my deepest condolences to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said somberly. She sat on the chair in front of the large wooden desk. Her eyes settled on one scuffed spot on the desk as Father Richards and Bucky sat across from her.

“So, let’s get started,” Father Richards began. “I’m sure you know your grandmother was a big supporter of the church. She gave us some of our largest donations over her lifetime. She had some instructions she left with me but I wanted to make sure everything sounded good to you before I enacted them, or if there was something left in her will that I wasn’t aware of?”

“The will and everything else is stuck in probate court right now,” Y/N answered, her tired eyes trying to focus on him. “So honestly, whatever she told you is fine. Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“I see,” Father Richards said, sounding a little annoyed. Bucky glanced at him.

“Please don’t mistake my indifference for not caring,” Y/N retorted. “I loved my grandmother, I just didn’t love her religion. And that caused a rift between us. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years, so I was pretty surprised when I got a call from a lawyer in New York telling me she’d died and left me everything,” she continued, her words getting more curt by the second. “No offense to either of you but me being here is highly triggering. So is there anything else you need from me?”

“Uh, yes,” Richards tried to recover the conversation, his tone sounding more jovial. “She did ask that you sing at her funeral.”

“Absolutely not,” Y/N spat, her eyes narrowing as she minutely shook her head.

“Oh, well, I mean that’s what she wrote here–”

“No.”

Bucky watched on in concern. He knew the church came with a lot of baggage for some people, that its history was unclean. He worried about what this would mean for them as she worked with them for this funeral.

“Hm, of course you don’t have to, but she always said how you had a lovely singing voice–”

“I said no,” she seethed. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she stood suddenly, Bucky and Father Richards copying her. “I need to go. Just call me if you need something else.” She rummaged into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a wallet and taking out a business card, flinging it at them on the desk. “Good day.”

She turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the office. Father Richards and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look. “Go,” Father Richards instructed.

Bucky jogged out of the office to catch up to Y/N. “Y/N, please wait!”

Y/N sighed loudly as she turned back around to Bucky. “I’m sorry for my rudeness, I just can’t stay here,” she said, continuing to walk away.

“Hey,” he jogged around her until he faced her. “Obviously there’s some deep problems you have with the church.”

“No shit Sherlock,” she dodged him, heading towards the front doors.

“And I don’t blame you!” Bucky walked alongside her. “There have been bad things that have happened in its history.”

Y/N stopped abruptly as she rounded on him. “To ME!” she pointed a finger towards herself. Bucky stopped, his eyes widening at her. She was shaking as she tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath and a step back from him. “I appreciate that the church has given you comfort, peace, a purpose maybe, but I grew up here,” she paused, stopping herself from crying. “Father Carmine was here before you two, right?” Bucky nodded his head slowly as he watched her. “He hurt me.”

Bucky felt his heart plummet. He had met Father Carmine many years ago as he and Father Richards were transferred in to replace him. He had had an amazing rapport with the community, his congregation seemed to love him. Now Bucky knew the reason for his sudden retirement.

Y/N scoffed. “That notch on the desk? In the office? That’s from the heel of my shoe,” she took a step closer to him as she peered up at him, a fury in her eyes that made him feel like withering on the spot. “My Mary Jane shoes, from my school uniform, when I was 15 years old.” Bucky felt like he was going to throw up as he digested this information. “So you’ll have to excuse me, if coming here to the place where I was abused and then unbelieved by the woman who raised me who I now have to bury, is dredging up some pretty raw emotions in me right now.” Y/N was whispering now, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at him. “Every cross, every Jesus statue, every rosary, every goddamn Roman collar,” her eyes flickered to his neck, “reminds me of that day. So the fact that my grandmother was willing to still hold her funeral here in this godforsaken place, and then have the audacity to throw her money at me and ask me to sing?” Y/N shivered violently as she grunted. “I can’t…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do as he watched her fight off an oncoming panic attack. “Y/N, hey…look,” he started to take off his Roman collar. She watched him hesitantly. “See? Look, just me. Not Father Barnes, not Father anything, just Bucky.” He held his hands up towards her in a sign of meaning no harm. “Constance was extremely devout, for sure,” Y/N scoffed again, rolling her eyes. “But that was no excuse for her not to believe you,” he took a step forward. Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him. “You deserved to be believed. You deserved justice, and you never got it. I’m so sorry,” he took another step until he could reach out and hold her arms. He lowered his face so he was eye level with her. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you. You didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that.” Y/N’s tears finally fell as she shook in his hands. “And I’m sorry for Father Richards pushing you, he’s a very…no nonsense, regimented kind of guy. But he should have taken your refusal the first time.” He squeezed her arms and she took a shaky breath. “We’ll follow her instructions, get through the funeral, and then you can be done with this place. And go enjoy a long vacation on a beach in Bora Bora for me.”

Y/N laughed at that, her smile finally breaking the sadness etched in her face. She wiped her eyes as Bucky dropped his hands from her. He felt like his palms were stinging from the sensation of touching her. “Thank you, Bucky,” she sniffed.

“No problem,” he smiled at her. “I know this isn’t a great place for you, but I hope you know that I believe you, and I’m here for you.”

Y/N gave him a long look, her eyes roaming his face momentarily. She nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back around and walked up to him. She wound her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, squeezing him. He barely had a chance to hug her back before she stepped away and walked out of the front doors. Bucky watched her leave, already missing the way she smelled.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #smut #priest!bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky barnes #chapter 1 #curvy reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 9 months

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King thor (mcu thor) is stressed from his duty as king and avenger so his queen of midguard, reader (not actually a queen of midguard, but she is human who used to work as shield nurse and has a healing power) decided to release his anger and stress on her! Hard core fuck, suck nipple, blowjob, doggy style, sucking pussy, daddy, other positions style

How Kings Release

Thor paces your shared bedroom back and forth with long agitated strides. The pressure of becoming king has more than shredded any semblance of patience he possessed and often sent him to the realm of pure fucking insanity. He honestly didn't know how much more he could take before he snapped.

Pressures of keeping his kingdom safe weighed heavily on Thor, and he's not afraid to admit that he worries for his people. Unfortunately his concern usually translates to internal rage and he needs a fuckin stress reliever. He'll just never speak that little fact out loud.

You're unaware of Thors surly reflective state and unluckily take this moment to enter the room. Hes not facing you but his perturbed treading comes to a halt. Since youre only there to change your royal robes, you only glance at Thor, giving a warm loving smile to his backside before heading to your huge walk in closet. You undress as you speak to your unknowingly fuming husband.

"My king, you're needed in the prison chambers. Something about Loki needing a word with you."

You're clothes hit the floor, pooling around your ankles when you hear a thunderous pound on the wall behind you. The noise obviously startles you, makes you jump as you turn around bewildered. Your round heavy tits swing a bit as you look at him. He's facing you now, taking you in unabashedly.

Thor wordlessly gazes at your naked frame intensely. His silent brooding demeanor is starting to make you anxious. What the hell was goin on?

"Did something happen, Thor? Are you al-,"

Your inquiry clips short as he stalks towards you, still refusing to say a single word. You kinda wanna make a run for it but the way he's looking at you seems to dare you to take a single step and your not sure you want to take that chance. Your feet are rooted to the spot as he approaches, looking you up and down like a piece of damn meat. He hums a short sound of appreciation of everything he can see and fuckin KNOWS your body has to offer. His tongue flicks out to lick over his bottom lip as he continues to stare at your curvy naked body. Shit, you smell so God damn good to him.

"Thor-"

Your husband's large warm hand wraps firmly around your throat and you shut the fuck up promptly. It's about now that you're finally aware of your warrior's very tense disposition. He steers you towards the bed by your neck, makin you walk backwards till the back of your legs hit the soft midnight blue plush blankets. He brings his face close to yours, your noses almost touch, finally addressing you with a tone that was deadly low.

"Call me that again and you'll fuckin regret it."

Thor is seething.. And you have no idea why. Your heart is pounding at his behavior and when his hand clutching you becomes a bit more malleable on your neck, you might have an inkling of what's comin next. Even though your starting to get wet at his treatment, you hope to hell you're not limping afterwards for the entire damn kingdom to see this time.

"If I hear you call me anything besides who the fuck I am to you, I'll wreck that pussy way more than I intend to. A warning for you My Queen: this is not the time for your usual bratty, disobedient behavior. "

Thor pushes you to the bed, eagle-eyes focused on the way tits and thighs jiggle as you hit the bed with a soft plop. He kneels, pushing your legs open roughly as he examines your glistening folds. His fingers spread your pussy lips, relishing in the way the pink of you throbs for him. It makes his fat lengthy dick perk up even more in anticipation.

His cock lays heavy behind his clothing, so damn rigid and engorged. Thor's dick drips small drops of precum and it makes his underwear feel warm and sticky. Not even aware of when his dick got hard, all he can contemplate is taking his emotions out on your poor unsuspecting body.

"Now, I'm gonna suck and lick my pretty little pussy till you cum. Afterwards, I'm gonna fuck you however I want until my balls are drained. Understand?"

Thor doesn't bother to wait for answer as he pins back both of your thighs in each of his hands and dives in. Spearing your wet pussy with his stiff tongue, the king basks in your taste as his crown tips off of lengthy blonde flowing waves. He's moaning and groaning at the flavor of you bursting inside his mouth. Continuously stabbing at your pussy, Thor grips your thighs harder and pulls you closer to his mouth.

You have to grip the bed with tight balled fist as he attacks your little puss. Your breath puffs out in desperate little pants as he gives instant blindingly good pleasure. Your h/c hair fans out on the bed like a halo surrounding you while thrash wildly. You know better than to push him away so you do nothing but endure the intense sensations invading your overwhelmed fluttering pussy.

"Ooooohmyking! My King! Pleeeease! Ohgodohgodohgod! I c-ca-.. I can't!"

You hope your fuming husband takes pity on you and slows down but your wanton cries have the opposite affect. He sets your right leg on his shoulder and brings a hand down to thumb at your throbbing clit, pressing firm quick circles that have you gasping for air. You yank at you comforter but it does nothing to help with the feeling of him fuckin his tongue into you as hard and fast as he can. White sparks flash behind your tightly closed eyes as he forces you to take what he gives you.

Thors mouth, beard and chin are soaked. The smell of you, your passionate shrieks, and sight of your shuddering body makes his dick wanna spurt. He presses himself against the bed as he eats you like he'll never see you again. He can tell you're getting close, needs you to be as wet as possible cause when he gets inside you, he's gone beat ya pussy up till his hearts content.

"Ohfuuuuuck! Ah, ah aaahgod! Love you! I love you Daddy! Loveyou, loveyousofuh-uckinmuch!"

He knows damn near the entire castle can hear your wails bounce of your walls of your room and through the open window. Should let up some cause you'd be embarrassed as hell if you knew but he couldn't muster to find a single ounce of a fuck to give as he removes his tongue and give a vigorously resistant suck on your clit.

"St-st-o-op! Ple-! St- AH! Thoooor!! Pleeeease!"

Thor thinks the arch that snaps your back is so fuckin pretty as you cum fast and hard against his mouth. It's a damn miracle the bedspread doesn't rip between your fingers from your deranged tugging as you blast his mouth and chin with a heavy dose of your love. With eyes still shut, you beg for it to end but its a laughable concept to your mean ass man as he doubles down on his sucking.

Your now wordless screams make his ears ring and dick attempt to bust free. He pulls off with a POP! only to latch back, nursing at your sensitive little button ferociously.

The fervid sensation makes you kick at him and you actually manage to free your self. You think you'll take your chances of escape as you twist onto your belly and make a very sorry attempt at scrambling over the bed. Your knees are too shaky and your legs wobble, your poor pussy still pounding with overstimulation.

Thor can't believe his fucking eyes, not only had he peeped you calling him by his first fuckin name, here you were trying to make the weakest escape attempt he had ever witnessed. It actually made him laugh out loud, first in disbelief and then malevolence. Aight if that's the way you were gone play, he'd show you wassup. BET.

Your tyrant of a husband hastily pulls his stiff long dick out from under his kingly attire, pumping it quickly from tip to base as he snatches you back by your ankle. You're sobbing and flailing but Thor hardly gives you a chance to fight back. He briefly lets go of his cock to seize your hips upwards and grab a handful of your hair. Your impaled on his length before you can even think to beg for his forgiveness.

"FUUH-UUCK!" Your king's boisterous roar of satisfaction definitely beats your stuttering howl.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as he digs into you more than halfway. He has to pause and revel in your lava hot snug little pussy already trying to milk the fuck outta him. You're uncontrollably clenching around his girth and its sending him to fucking Valhalla.

His next thrust takes him to the hilt as you wheeze for air. Thor utilizes his grip in your hair to pull you back to meet his powerful thrusts. The booming slaps of his pelvis crashing against your juicy jiggling ass cheeks as proof of his earlier promise to wreck you if disobeyed. You suck air into your lungs desperately, finally able to pitifully wail at his reckless treatment of your body.

You wanna beg him to slow down, plead with Thor to stop; at least just a small break from the havoc he was wreaking between your thighs. But you can't, don't even realize that your tongues hangs from between your lips uselessly as he despicablely fucks you without a hint of concern.

"Shoulda- dammit sooo tight! Fuuuck! Sh-shit, shoulda listened to me y/n." He leans down, pulling you back further to speak at your ear.

"You never listen. Actually thought I'd l-let your bad ass get away? Think Daddy's gonna h-have to stop taking it so e-easy on you."

He slaps each of your ass cheeks, admiring the way your radiant brown skin ripples from the impact before both hands wrap around your slender neck. He's bucking and riding you hard as tears stream down your face from the immense pressure in your gut. Your nothing more than a doll for him at this moment and the sentiment makes him squeeze a bit at your neck which in turn has your pussy attempting to strangle his cock.

Dammit, Thor wants to fuck you longer but with the week he's had he should be greatful he ain't explode inside your magic pussy on the first stroke. His balls draw up tight against his body and your tough ass husband actually whimpers as his cock starts to spasm. He's quick to rip his dick from your abused little puss, turn you to face him and push you to your knees.

Your dazed, beyond confused, as you rapidly try to blink tears from lashes and clear your blurry vision. Your most definitely not expecting or prepared for Thor to bully his spasming wood between your lips. He stares down at you with a dilated piercing gaze and lets loose massive torrents of cum as he shouts your name exuberantly.

"..aaaaah FUCK! Y/n, y/n! Oh f-fu- Gods help me! Sofuckingooood y/n! Haaah.."

You never had a fucking chance in hell! His cum gags you as you cough harshly around his dick. Try as you might to pull back from the onslaught, he easily holds you in place while he humps his dick in your mouth ruthlessly. The muscles in his torso flex erratically, and he shouts estatically as he busts a fierce ass nut.

By the 4th spurt of Thor's copious cum, he's slides in till your nose presses against his short dark blonde public hair. 'He smells like the flower soap on the the 4th floor' your mind supplys foggily as he spurts again, this one going straight down your throat.

Thankfully his streams lose volume by the 6th gush into your warm cavern but it's almost impossible to breathe as his cock chokes you. Trickles of his thick white liquid leaks from the corner of your mouth as he finishes releasing into your over stuffed jaws.

His saltiness assaults your senses and your chest burns with the need to take a real breath. Your arms now hang limply at your sides, eyes half closed as you helplessly wait for your king to release you.

Your freshly done make up runs from your watery eyes down your cheeks, smearing with the cum that streams down your chin. Splashes of Thor's warm milk decorates your chocolate skin in blotches and the sight makes his slowly softening dick twitch with interest. He takes a mental picture before pulling his dick out of throat slowly and relinquishing his grip.

You fall back against the bed flaccidly with a pathetic hum as his eyes follow the rivers of his release now dripping down your perky tits and tummy to your trembling thighs. You stare at the wall unfocused as your chest heaves. You can't think.. Can't move.. You can't speak.. Just how he likes it after a session.

"Fuuuuck.. I needed that, Woman."

He ducks down to retrieve his crown, tucking his dick back into his clothes as he smirks at your pliable, relaxed state. Thor wipes at the sweat on his face with his sleeves as he reluctantly turns and heads for the door, leaving you on the bedroom floor still trying to catch your breath. He'll be back to run you a hot bath and hopefully slide in some round 2. For now, time to deal with Loki..

#thor #black reader #dubious consent #daddy k!nk #smut #black fanfiction #suckin dick #throat training #throat fucking #choking #sub reader #rough

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pumpkzsafeplace · 7 months

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anon questions 💌: how to love yourself.

loving yourself can be quite tricky, especially in an era where if you’re not the ‘pretty standard’ you’re deemed unattractive or less than compared to your peers.

so here are some things for you little ones to hear 💗

filters ⭐️

the vast majority of things now that you see have a filter on it, and believe me i know how deceiving it can truly be.

the amount of money i wasted on buying the new ‘full coverage’ makeup and then get annoyed that my face didn’t look like perfect and smooth was legit an every week occurrence.

today, i feel like it’s so easy to look at ourselves through a filter and pick flaws at what we look like- when it reality, we DO look beautiful, we just look human.

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spots 🌙

acne is a big part of growing up and can affect people in different ways. i was a spotty kid myself and still do get the occasional spots, but i’m here to say that having spots doesn’t make you disgusting or dirty.

our skin is incredibly sensitive and sometimes just the slightest hormone change can bring out an army of spots- despite cleansing and doing skin care routines 24/7.

it’s okay to get spots, i promise it’s completely natural 💗.

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weight ⭐️

no weight is perfect.

it doesn’t matter if you’re a size 0 or a size XXL, you will always feel insecure about your weight. especially with the media promoting underweight models as the ‘ideal type’ and curving peoples opinions.

whatever the size, you are still beautiful you know 💗.

i’m a curvy girl myself, always have been and i’ve dealt first hand with all the hatred that society can bring.

but at the end of the day, they were WRONG.

i did find a cute boy who loves me for me, i did learn to love my body and i am working on my confidence 💗.

no matter your size, you’re still beautiful okay? a number on a scale will never change that 💗

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clothes 🌙

being teased for not having the ‘best’ clothes has always been a mystery to me.

of course, there are some people who have fashion as a hobby and love to style and trial new and popular looks (which is completely okay) 💗.

but for the rest of us, i think how you dress mirrors a lot about your individuality and style. for example, i love a lot of DIY things- i love attempting to customise whatever i buy and make it mine.

it doesn’t matter if nobody else likes it, as long as you do then that’s all that matters 💗

dress for yourself not anyone else 💗

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hair ⭐️

having the ‘popular hairstyles’ used to mean so much to me when i was growing up. i was an incredibly anti-social girl who didn’t talk, so i tried my best to fit in any other way.

but i’m here to tell you in my twenties that hair & having the best hair style is not that important! you don’t have to look like you’ve been to the salon every day to feel important.

honestly, if you’re happy with your hair then that’s that! personally, i haven’t been to the hairdressers in around 2/3 years now- i cut my own hair and style it myself.

does it sometimes come out bad? yeah of course- but that’s the beauty of it! i then get to learn how to style a whole new hairstyle for a while 💗.

honestly, style and love your hair however you’d like! 💗 i promise if you feel confident in what you wear or how you look- you’ll be untouchable to those meanie bullies

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judgement 🌙

unfortunately honeybees, we live in a world where people judge first and ask questions later. but being YOU should never be a chore, you deserve to be happy in whatever you do 💗

and like i said earlier, if you’re happy and confident in YOU then those meanie bullies won’t be able to touch you.

you got this honeybees! & i love you all for your own individuality 💗⭐️

gif isn’t mine

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livia25leelover · 3 months

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A White Christmas in Outworld

Mortal Kombat 11 : Shao Kahn x fem reader

NOTE : Dear fem reader, this is my very first story I write. I hope you'll enjoy the Christmas edition of Shao Kahn x fem reader. I must mention I saw nobody on Tumblr made the Christmas version for him, so I'm giving you the first one ever Xmas of him, girls. Also the fem reader is chubby, semi chubby or curvy, and needs more body positivity ♡ Myself I am chubby. Enjoy it!!

This year...I'm dreaming of a white Christmas in Outworld just like the one from Earthrealm.

Is a usual day in Outworld's kingdom. The citizens were doing the daily work while the children are playing all day long. At the Kahn palace, the servants were always serving with loyality their vigurous monarchs of Outworld. Shao Kahn the Emperor and his lovely wife Empress Y/N. They married recently and since her influence changed Outworld into a good and better realm, she even brought peace between all realms. Y/N is an earthrealmer, a lovely and kind woman to everyone, with a strong and wise mind into her royal duties as the Kahnum of Outworld. She always haves free time for herself. On the other side, unfortunately, Shao Kahn as an Emperor, almost never had time with his empress or even for himself. Actually they were very busy with modernizing Outworld after they came back from the honeymoon because Y/N wanted to feel like home.

Now once the month december entered, last month of the year, inspired the empress with a great idea! Is actually something special for the orphans. In fact, she is a volunteer of Outworld's orphanage. The project she will be working on requires love and time which must be ready before Christmas so she can bring joy and hope into the little hearts of orphans. Y/N realized that Christmas was missing from her kingdom and that's how she demands officially Outworld will celebrate Christmas for the first time in realm's history. The emperor hearing this, something caused his insecurity about it. Outworld never celebrated Christmas but the citizens are eager for centuries to do it.

Around 2 pm, after hours of royal duties, Shao Kahn returns to the royal bedroom. He opens the door and finds his wife Y/N working on her project. Goodness, she's glowing of beauty! Everytime when Shao Kahn sees her gentle face it brights up his heart even in the roughest days. And he goes towards her.

Shao Kahn : My love... *Says with a smile while holding and kissing the knuckles of her soft right hand*

Y/N : Awww Shao, my sweety! *Answers him with a sweet smile and blushing while looking at him* How are you honey? Everything good in our kingdom?

Shao Kahn : Everything is good...just like your heart, my queen.

Y/N : I'm glad to hear that Shao. Quite and peace.

Resuming her work, Shao was wondering what is she working on.

Shao Kahn : So...can you tell me, my queen, what are you working on?

Y/N : Is a surprise for the orphans. I wanna bring happiness and hope to their hearts. Christmas is the holiday of hope. Is the only way to bring everyone together and spend the time like a family.

Her warm words got through the Kahn's heart understanding her wish and the importance of the holiday. But he's concerned.

Shao Kahn : But my queen, do you think is this a good idea?

Y/N : Of course it is to do it for them! *Answers with joy*

Shao Kahn : No my love. I am talking about bringing this holiday into my realm. Actually...our realm my love. Do you think is a good idea to bring Christmas here?

Suddenly, she turns her gaze to her emperor.

Y/N : What do you mean, my king?

Shao Kahn : Is concerning me...Outworld never had such "jolly" holiday as you earthrealmers call it. Sounds amazing but I have a feeling that is not a good idea. I'm not sure why.

The expression you could read in his eyes made his wife worry about him. Y/N knows Shao Kahn used to be a tyrant ruler he got used with most of the changes they did together in their kingdom. With a gentle voice she asks him.

Y/N : Why are you saying that? Can you tell me why do you feel like that? if you know why.

Shao Kahn : Each change you did in Outworld concerned me at first. And uncomfortable in the same time. But...this holiday should not be in Outworld. It doesn't represent it.

Y/N : What?

Shao Kahn : You heared me well my empress.

She was affraid of that...affraid that he will say those words that might hurt her. She tries not to cry and gets up from her chair, hardly forming words while looking at him

Y/N : That's what concerned you about everything I did for our empire? Understand that all I did is to change it into good this realm. I wanna feel like home...and you know how much I miss Earthrealm.

Shao Kahn : I know my queen you do. But all these are too sudden for me. You know how I was before.

At that moment, he realized what he said did hurt his queen.

Y/N : *Makes a few steps towards Shao* Shao...I miss home.

Shao Kahn : I know well you do, Y/N.

Y/N : Please...understand me.

She looks up in his red eyes that got soften seeing her innocent and angelic eyes. He wraps his arms around Y/N into a warm embrace as he looked down to her. Giving a chance to Christmas won't hurt anyone and neither him.

Under that scary draconic helmet, Shao smiles while caressing gently with his right hand the back of her head.

Shao Kahn : Alright my queen. Let's celebrate it. As long you are happy then I am too.

Y/N : Thank you Shao!

The warm hug they shared together finally broke the tension between them.

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Later on, the emperor of Outworld and his loyal queen, left the palace together to check the empire and see if the preparations for Christmas. Y/N couldn't be more delighted! To visit and help the citizens of Outworld always makes her happy. In the same time you can see the passion they put into their work, is reflected in the progress they do. Everything works perfect!

Afterwards, at the orphanage Y/N and Shao has finally arrived. Their visit is always welcome. Again the empress's kindness influenced Outworld. Today's task is to talk and listen just to find out what the orphans are wishing for Christmas. Honestly this is Y/N's favorite part.

But the funniest part of her plan is to ask Shao Kahn to disguise in Santa Clause, actually Santa Kahn, to bring the gifts to the orphans. She hopes he will accept this idea because it will a great entertaiment for them. So the wishlist becomes very handy in this case while working together on it. All orphans came and sat down in circle around the emperor and empress. They watched them both with adoration in their hearts. An interesting thing is that the orphans weren't affraid of the Emperor Shao which is good.

"I want a teddy-bear!", "A pony", "Ballerina slippers so I can dance", "A plane or a flying prototype something like that!", "I wish to have a train", "Can Santa bring me a shield and a sword? I wanna become a knight", "I always dreamed to have my own baby doll", "I need a doll house", "CAR! I wish a car! VROOM VROOM!!!", "A biology book to learn more about plants", "I think a board game would be great. I'd be happy to play it with my brothers", "Doctor's box", "I wish Santa could bring me coloring pencils and paint colors", "Marbles", "I wish to have a tea time set", "I want a ball", "Telephone!", "A drum", "Ice skates", "I think...a water gun", "Fairy wings", "A furby friend...cuz I don't have friends", "I always wanted a Barbie doll!", "Does Santa can bring me a robot toy?", "I'd love yo have a dog", "Lego", "KITTY!!". And that's how the wishlist got full.

Before leaving the orphanage, Y/N checked twice the wishlist while humming the song "Santa Claus is coming to town".

Shao Kahn : Are you ready my empress?

Y/N : Just a moment honey. Hmm... everything is on the list.

Shao Kahn : Good. That's all for now.

Y/N : Yep! it is indeed.

As they were going to leave, one of the nuns offered them a basket gift as a token of gratitude from the orphanage They thanked her and went back to the palace.

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In the royal bedroom, Y/N is sitting on the sofa starring at the view from the window while drinking a forest fruits tea served with vanilla cookies as Shao was searching on his phone about Christmas. He got curious about it, he wants to understand why Christmas is so cherished on Earthrealm.

This little break they have now is some quite time with themselves. For sure they didn't had in a long time that much free time together. Just a moment of peace and refuge. Y/N was thinking how to decorate the palace and get a Christmas tree but she wants to do all these with Shao Kahn, not alone. Indeed she does wish for both of them to spend more time together like any married couple but because they are the rulers of Outworld, they are expected to be a positive example for the citizens and that's what she is wishing for.

For a second she snaps out of her thoughts and asks Shao.

Y/N : Would you like to make the decorations in the palace, Shao?

Shao Kahn : Sure! we'll ask the servants to do that.

Y/N : Actually...

Shao Kahn : What is it? *turns the gaze to her*

Y/N : I just want to do it together...me and you.

She said with shyness, blushing and looking down. Shao's answer is not stern, is calm and happy.

Shao Kahn : Oh, that? Sounds even better my love! I'd love to! How could I refuse you? Of course I'll decorate with you.

Y/N : Really?!

Shao Kahn : Yes.

Y/N : I'm so glad to hear that Shao!

With happiness she jumps towards him to give him a warm hug and as an answer Shao Kahn wrapped his arms around his empress with love. In fact, for Shao to seeing her happy means everything to him.

So for the rest of the day, they remained alone in their room to choose the Christmas decorations to buy for the whole palace.

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The next day, in the morning, Y/N the Empress left Outworld to travel to Earthrealm through the portal. The Emperor of Outworld, honestly, sometimes forgets his queen is an earthrealmer but all he can do is to keep his calm. Definitely he wanted to come with her on Earthrealm just to keep her safe. Y/N was going to make the shopping with her best friend from the Special Forces, Cassie Cage, always glad to help Y/N anytime when is need.

Shao Kahn remained in Outworld to manage the planifications. Under his supervise the whole process according to the plan, everything must turn out perfect : the menu, the Christmas fair and the invitations for the Christmas ball at the Kahn palace.

For the first time, the Kahn palace will serve the Christmas menu. At this point Shao Kahn is an expert in food when it comes about selecting the most delicious meals for the royal spoils for him and his queen, always bringing satisfaction at finest to their taste.

The Christmas fair will be full of fun and entertaiment to bring all families to spend their time with children. It'll be music, games, lights and anything a fair needs. Citizens are eager about it!

Meanwhile at shopping on Earthrealm, Y/N and Cassie finally had the girls time after a long period since Y/N married with the Kahn and becaome the Kahnum of Outworld. The Christmas spirit is alwyas present in Earthrealm bringing joy to everyone along with the music in each shop and mall everywhere.

Y/N : I'm so happy you joined me at shopping Cassie, thank you!

Cassie Cage : Always glad to help you girl!

Both are enjoying their time.

Cassie Cage : Soooo...did you told him?

Y/N : About what?

Cassie Cage : The stork, sweetie.

Y/N : Ooooh!!! That!! the pregnancy.

Cassie Cage : Haven't you told him yet?

Y/N : Honestly... no, I didn't.

Cassie Cage : When are you gonna tell him?

Y/N : On Christmas. I just want this to be a surprise present for him, mostly a gift for both of us. But...

Cassie Cage : What is it?

Y/N : I need to make time to visit a doctor for an ultrasound exam.

Cassie Cage : I can help you with that! *says happy* You know, you have health insurance from the Special Forces anytime you need it.

For some several seconds of silence, Cassie haves an idea.

Cassie Cage : Hey! Wait a minute! after we finish shopping, how about to take you to the doctor? I'm sure is avaiable today.

Y/N : Sure! That'a a great idea, Cassie!!

Cassie Cage : Thank you! Also, besides that, Shao Kahn only knows you are at shopping. And this is the perfect timing. *smiles playfully at Y/N*

Both are laughting with joy.

Y/N : Oh my god! I need even a dress for the Christmas ball, which you are invited my dear, you can come with your parents only if you want.

Cassie Cage : Thank you Y/N! Can't wait to come at your ball. Also I can help you find the perfect dress.

Y/N and Cassie shares a warm hug of their friendship as they continued the shopping.

Afferwards, Cassie drove in safe to a clinic. Y/N entered inside the clinic to arrive to her appointment. Once she got there, Y/N was soo nervous putting lot of questions into her mind about the pregnancy. But what matters the most is for the baby to be healthy.

After a while, she comes out with a warm and happy smile that you can see even from distance. For Cassie seeing her friend like this, definitely there are good news about it. Y/N said nothing but remained happy holding the pictures from the ultrasound check and for sure she knows what a great gift would be for her husband, Shao Kahn, of how excited he will be.

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Meanwhile, in Outworld, Shao is taking a break from the full schedule and waiting for his empress to return home safety. Oh, and how much he wants to hug her in his warm and protective arms, just to keep her to his chest and never let go!

Speaking of her, his wife Y/N finally has returned home, to the palace. Seeing her, he can't help it...Shao Kahn ran towards her and scopped her in his strong arms, offering her a deep kiss to show how much he missed her, his beautiful empress. They looked in eachothers eyes. You could see the sparkle of love in their eyes that is truly proving they treasure it each second. For the servants, this view brings happiness into their hearts as always, knowing how happy their royal rulers are together.

No eye contact was broken as they heared the Special Forces bringing all Christmas decorations and toys inside the palace. Everything that is in need is here.

And as for the lovely monarchs of Outworld, they are so eager to start the decorations, just both.

Shao Kahn : I've been waiting for you, my love.

Y/N : Awww Shao! honeybunny, I knew you were.

Smiles to eachother and starts the decorations. The colors she chosen where white, gold, silver, red, green and purple. Each room from the palace had a color or two. For example, tbe royal bedroom was decorated with purple and silver, the dinning hall with gold, and the ballroom with red and green.

Now after hours spent decorating the whole palace, the greatest and most beautiful part comes, the Christmas tree. Y/N is excited to decorate it with Shao Kahn, a way to enjoy their time along with the Christmas spirit. The Emperor is going to love this. They placed the tree in the living room. It is indeed huge but it fits perfectly with the quite ambiance.

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A few days later passed, in the Christmas eve, around 2:30 pm, one of the servants came fast as it could to Shao Kahn who was found in his study room reading a book.

Servant : Your majesty! We've got problems!

Hearing the word "problems" Shao's silence was broken.

Shao Kahn : *looks at the servant* What happened?!

Servant : You better come. *trembles in fear and panic*

As he saw the servant trembling in fear, Shao Kahn knew what could be. The servant leaded him outside the palace. And there was the chaos. The Christmas fair wasn't going to be held because of the fights between market workers, arguing about minor stuffs. But inside the Kahn palace...it was even worse... The meals for the Christmas ball were a disaster! most of them were burnt and others were raw. Shao could see how dirty was the royal kitchen turned upside down. In the living room, the Christmas tree was found on the ground. The floor was full of broken globes... honestly, seeing the sight of all these, made the Kahn worry. It was the mother of all disasters! Everything was out in control!

Once he went to the bedroom, opening and then closing the door of it, Shao couldn't believe his eyes! He saw Y/N devastated laying on the bed on the side facing the window, crying and sobbing. She couldn't breath properly. Shao Kahn doesn't like to see her in this statement. Immediately he goes to her to comfort her.

Shao Kahn : Y/N, what happened?

Y/N : I…I…

Shao Kahn : My empress, my love, my heart, tell me, what happened?

He asked as he cupped her cheeks gently looking into her eyes full of tears.

Y/N : What can I say? Christmas is ruined!!!

She says while her tears kept falling on her red cheeks. Her statement makes Shao feel utterly sad. He wipes gently her tears with his big and warm hands, sending calm waves through her cheeks.

Shao Kahn : I saw what happened. Is not ruined my love, have faith.

Y/N : But tomorrow is Christmas. We worked so hard to make everything perfect. How are we suppossed to celebrate it? Is a whole mess what I did! I couldn't manage it alone myself.

Shao Kahn : I know you are very sad and devastated my queen. But I'm sure everything will be alright. I know how much this means to you, Y/N. Indeed we worked hard and putted lot of love in this. Only you bring joy and hope in Outworld…your presence sooths each rough edge of this kingdom. You mean everything to the citizens…you mean everything to me, my sweetheart. Everyone believes in you.

His gentle words encouraged Y/N as she tried to calm while Shao looks in her eyes, wipping the tears of sadness. At that moment the emperor lets everything behind that he had to do and decides to remain in the bedroom with his empress for the rest of the day. Hugging and caressing her his queen gently with love.

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The next day in the morning, Christmas has came. Y/N found herself alone in the bedroom. She got up to prepare to leave the palace to go at the orphanage but while doing this, she sees a note on the dresser.

"Come at the orphanage, my love. Always remember to have faith. Everything will be good. Your Emperor".

The note was from Shao Kahn. After reading it, makes her smile and blush as the words got through her.

When she left, she noticed the palace was quite. The servants were gone. It didn't matter anymore the disaster that was made yesterday.

She had to stay positive as she traveled with the surprise towards the orphanage, dressed as Mrs Claus. When she got there, the kids were waiting for her in the salon. She sits gracious on the chair close to the Christmas tree. In her soft hands it was a book, not just any book. It was a huge book with ilustrations and interaction, they were tridimensional.

The story is about how she and the Kahn met, how love and destiny bringed them together. A love story that united an earthrealmer and an outworlder that it meant even the begining of peace between both realms, Earthrealm and Outworld, that are today living in balance. For the orphan kids is like a fairytale with a princess who is conquered by a prince. Hearing them to say all these made her burst out a laugh of joy.

The orphans asks where is Santa Claus. The empress answers a bit concerned, unsure.

Y/N : Well...I don't know if he arrived but I think he just...

In that moment she is interrupted by Shao Kahn's appearence, wearing the Santa Claus outfit, behind the Christmas tree while carring the bag full of gifts.

Shao Kahn : HO HO HO!!!! Santa Kahn is in Outworld kids!!!

At that moment the orphans were soo happy to see him. The empress remained surprised to see her husband who made her smile...watching the whole view of him listening each orphan kid to say a poem or sing, rewarding them with the gifts they wished for. Honestly is really impressive how it started this day! It was unexpected to Y/N. At the end of it, all orphans prepared a carol for this ocassion to show their gratitude to Santa Kahn.

Afterwards, Shao and Y/N left together the orphanage, happy.

Shao Kahn : Tell me my queen, how it was? Impressed?

Y/N : Yes I am! It was...WONDERFUL!!!

Shao Kahn : Then my queen is satisfied.

Said the emperor with a large smile looking down to Y/N. By no warning, the Kahn makes the hammer appears in his right hand, swings it carefull in his hand and with speed and precise throws it up in the air. Y/N panics a bit but Shao Kahn caught the hammer that fallen right in his hand.

Y/N : What did you did?!

Shao Kahn : You'll see.

Suddenly something white and small has fallen in front of them but more started to fall. Snowflakes? Snowflakes in Outworld? Yes, it started to snow, first snow in Outworld.

Y/N : Awww Shao! You did this for me?

Shao Kahn : Sure my queen. Only for you to be happy. And even for everyone to feel more the Christmas spirit.

He knew this small detail that without snow Christmas can't be complete. Bringing snow in Outworld is truly surprising and will remain in history this moment.

Y/N : I can't believe it! First snow in Outworld!

Shao said nothing, he just smiles watching her twirl around while more snow falls.

On their way, she saw the market wasn't in chaos anymore. Is actually the Christmas fair! How was that possible to pick and clean up everything in a short time? I guess only Shao knows how.

Back at the Kahn palace, empress Y/N was ataken. The meals weren't burnt or raw anymore, they looked perfect and fresh. And in the living she found the Christmas tree brand new! Each globe from it was totally new, not anymore broken or cracket like yesterday in the Christmas eve. Not a single broken piece. All these surprised the queen.

Y/N : Shao, what happened? Everything seems just soo...clean!

The emperor looks into her eyes with a proud expression on his face.

Shao Kahn : Always have faith, my love. I told you everything will be alright. After all, Christmas can not be ruined.

Y/N : You did all these for me?

He nods. She started to blush and smiles a lot at his answer. It happened exactly as he preached. Everytime Shao sees her blushing, he laughs with joy.

Y/N : I thought everything is over with Christmas...

Shao Kahn : Over? Why say such thing? Nothing is impossible for my lovely and beautiful empress, Y/N.

Y/N : So...its gonna be great, right my emperor?

Shao Kahn : Of course. Especeally the Christmas ball. I can not wait to see you wearing the most breath taking dress from the whole world.

Y/N : Me too Shao.

For a second she remembered about the gift for Shao.

Y/N : Oh! I forgot. You've got something too for Christmas honey.

Shao Kahn : Would you like to tell me what is it?

Y/N : Sure. But let's go in the bedroom to tell you private.

Shao Kahn can't help it but smirks playfully to Y/N. He says nothing. She holds his big hand and walks in their bedroom, once there she closes the door and turn around to face him. Makes steps closer towards him and while she smiles leading him to the dresser which there was a red envelope. Honestly Shao Kahn did not expect for a Christmas gift but still he had a wish. He picks up the red envelope as he watched it and opens it carefull. His eyes widen as he sees what it was inside of it.

Shao Kahn : My empress, what is this?

Y/N : We won't be two anymore.

Shao Kahn : What do you mean?

Y/N : *slowly smiles* I'm pregnant my emperor. With twins.

Shao Kahn : On the Elder Gods! That's such amazing gift my empress! Goodness! Finally we start having our own family.

Y/N : Indeed, Shao Kahn.

Wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to himself to embrace her looking with soft and sparkle of joy in his eyes.

Shao Kahn : I couldn't ask for more my empress. Is all I wished for. *picks her up in bridal style*

He held Y/N like a feather as he puts her gently on bed. Y/N couldn't stop looking at his soft look while he raised up the skirt of her dress revealing her belly. He caresses her belly soothingly before giving a soft kiss.

Afterwards, he holds her hand caressing her knuckles. And as their faces are coming closer to eachother, they finally share a deep kiss. Truly the greatest Christmas gift ever.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

At night, at the Christmas ball everyone from all realms came. Cassie Cage, Johnny Cage, Sonya Blade along with Special Forces and all warriors from Earthrealm came to celebrate the first Christmas in Outworld. No one expected for a great event in Outworld but today it is.

Shao Kahn and Y/N, the rulers of Outworld made their appearence in white-red clothes, hand to hand, smilling with such joy in their hearts to see everyone enjoying the ball.

Y/N : Everyone! Please listen. First of all I and my emperor, we want to thank you to all realms for coming tonight at the first Christmas ball in Outworld.

*Everyone aplause*

Shao Kahn : Also we want to make a special announcement which will be a reason to celebrate even more this night.

Everyone stayed quite and curious to listen the emperor.

Shao Kahn : My empress is pregnant with twins!

Everyone cheered in joy to hear the announcement. Even the emperor and his loveable queen were happy about it. Leans at her level and shares a warm and long hug, afterwards Shao Kahn takes off the helmet to kiss his wife, Y/N. The way he looked into her eyes its like showing relief to know they become parents. With love the Kahn family will grow.

All invited guests congratulated the two monarchs.

Shao Kahn : Seems the Christmas you wished for did turned perfect in our kingdom, my love. Stubborn you are, but you have ambition with the most ideal visions.

Y/N : Truly perfect, my sweet husband.

Shao Kahn : Now...my Empress

Bows in front of Y/N and holds out a hand to her.

Shao Kahn : May I have this dance?

Y/N : Yes, I'd love to. *smiles a lot and blushes*

Shao Kahn held her soft hand pulling her close to him and grabs by her waist. As the music started, the Emperor of Outworld and his Empress started to dance on the rythm of the Christmas theme as the guests did the same.

In the end, the first Christmas in Outworld turned perfect as everyone enjoyed the rest of the night. Besides all these, Christmas bringed the emperor Shao Kahn and his queen Y/N together again so they can spend more time like before, share and cherish each moment.

#shao kahn x fem reader #shao kahn x reader #shao kahn x self insert #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat 11 #canon x reader #shao kahn x reader mk11

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faesystem · 3 months

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How am I supposed to describe my sex?

I am not female, although I used to be. I am not male either. I was not born like this, so I am not intersex.

I cannot be the only person who has felt quite alienated by not having the language to describe my sex.

I have fat tits and a beard and a tdick and a cunt and am hairy and curvy. The way my body is does not fit either category of male nor female. Anyone looking at my body can tell that.

While I would never have anything other than 'M' as my gender marker, 'X' feels like the more accurate thing to change a sex marker to if there was a difference. (There is not, unfortunately, gender and sex are considered synonymous.)

I feel as though transsexual FTM is the closest thing I have ever found to describing my sex. But even then, it does not describe it fully. It describes my gender and how it relates to my sex, but not my sex.

I am not post top surgery nor post bottom surgery, and I plan to keep my cunt regardless of what bottom-op route I go.

Is there any words that describe my body?

#trans #transgender #transsexual #ftm #female to male #gender #ftm transsexual #lgbt #lgbtq #I feel like intersex is closest but I just wasn't born like this.

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beeanca-writing · 11 months

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do you imagine colour schemes for your characters at all or any kind of visual representation of who they are?

I am not a visual person at all, so no color schemes unfortunately 😁 I've never cared about trying to replicate my characters in Artbreeder or Picrew or whatever else.

But as to not leave you hanging, I can provide you with some appearance descriptions I found in my character profiles! They're more detailed than the in-game ones, I think:

Camila: Tan skin, courtesy of the Albarzian sun, and long, dark curly hair. She has clever, big green eyes, and full lips. She's tall and lithe, showing some muscle, with a very curvy body. Looks older than she is, and keeps her hair on a bun.

Sabina: Heart shaped face and long curly hair that’s always covered by her wimple and veil. Her skin is the color of ebony, and her doe eyes are as dark as her habit. She always has a thin, but kind smile gracing her lips, and, though you wouldn’t notice it given the amount of fabric she wears, she’s a skinny girl. She’s short, and looks young.

Narcissa: Tall and languid, with a thin body and porcelain skin. She has sharper teeth than most, giving her a wolf-life appearance, and her face is a notorious one around Court, due to her strong jawline and nose and her wide, distinctive mouth. She has icy blue eyes and long, pale blonde straight hair.

Val: Short, curly brown hair. Behind the sour frown he usually hides himself in, there is a pretty boy with soft features, hazel eyes and deep tan skin. He has full lips - usually twisted in displeasure - and a strong nose. His body is langy and thin.

Calvin: He has thick eyebrows and a long nose. His hair and eyes are dark, so dark it sometimes seems as if the light does not shine on them. Calvin has a respectable beard and some sideburns (though even they are not able to hide his strong jawline) and his mouth is always twisted on a mischievous smile. His hair is short, above his ears, and his skin is olive. Though he attempts to hide his physique, he has broad shoulders and a strong body.

Harry: Tall, with a strong, muscled body due to years of horse-riding. He has a tan skin, courtesy of his mother, and his father's almond eyes, though his are a lighter shade of brown. Harry's hair is dark and curly, and he keeps it neck-length alongside a small, well taken care of beard. At first glance, Harry's ethnicity is difficult to pinpoint, with many people assuming he is Caucasian, only more tan than most and with ambiguous eyes. His nose is a little crooked, and his smile is honest and dazzlingly white.

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Ouuu, may I participate in this cute Valentine event? 👉👈 Hm, if I can, I'd like to pick Hawks from MHA as my guy of choice <33

I'm a 170 cm, chubby/curvy gal with dark blonde hair and glasses. (Hawks is barely taller than me lololol) Idk if you know mbti and star signs so I'll throw them in just in case - I'm a cancer enfp! Personality wise, I've been told that I am very doting, honest, bold, outgoing, affectionate, clingy, witty and friendly! I'm not shy when it comes to talking to strangers, especially if they catch my eye. (Physical touch is also a massive love language of mine!!!!) Although, I do unfortunately get embarrassed way too easily sometimes. I wouldn't call myself a true extrovert as I do have my moments but I'm much better than most of my friends, who are almost Shigaraki level shut ins.

My hobbies include - reading, writing, listening to scary stories and podcasts, watching tv shows/anime, and just overall being a big goofball with my friends! I love them sm, they're so cute <333

For my bad side, I have this habit about keeping my feelings locked up until I burst but that's usually only in very extreme cases. I am very sensitive and pick up a lot of little things that most people don't see and it freaks them out sometimes. This also depends on who you ask because you either love it or hate it but I can get a bit too random sometimes. I just kind of say what's on my mind, no matter how unhinged. It might sound quirky on paper but it's not always the case lmao, trust me.

I'm not exactly sure what else to add. If there's anything else, feel free to let me know!!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒…

have surprised romantic attraction!

- hawks never thought he'd have any romantic feelings towards anyone. he's not exactly the playboy personality that the media show him as but he doesn't have the desire to date anyone. that is until he met you of course. - how could he not fall in love with you? you met by chance and he was drawn to how honest you were, calling him out on his bullshit. whenever he'd smile was too bright and too forced at fans you'd say, you'd say when he played up his flirty personality. - he felt like you saw the real him, everything about you made you him feel that way. - you show genuine affection towards him, keigo, not pro hero hawks. sure you love the side of him that saves people every day and captures villains but you love keigo more, when he doesn't have to put on any mask or act any way for the public, when he can be his complete self. he loves when that happens because no one has given him that real affection through most of his life. - hawks thrives off embarrassing you since it happens too easy, he thinks its cute. - whenever your feelings burst out after bottling them up for so long, he doesn't change his opinion of you in anyway whatsoever. instead he'll try and make light of the situation and buy you something from the shops that you like or offer to give you a 'free flight' taking you high up to a tall building where you can look at the city below you and pretty sky. - being so outgoing is great because you can go to parties and functions with you as his plus one, being able to talk to everyone without feeling nervous, even if they're strangers - physical contact?? oh yeah. he can't keep his hands off you. he thinks you're so beautiful and he loves going up behind you and grabbing you by your waist

you and hawks are literally perfect together oh my god!

valentine's day event

#♡ mine / event #♡ keigo #i hope you enjoy <3 #hawks #keigo takami #///////////#hawks headcanons

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nekonotsuki · 1 month

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Hello Everyone! I would like to post the first chapter of my short series (potential book, if gets succesful). I hope you all will like it!

(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 1: Unexpected luck

A day like none other for most, yet a terrifying experience for Fuyona. Who was born to a courtesan, and raised in the entertainment district. Sadly she has hit the unlucky age when she can meet customers (15). While only on a low rank, so she only has to have tea, talk and atmost play games with the visitors, she is still terrified. She is getting herself ready, tying her obi, doing her makeup up and hair.

<Uhhh.. I hate my life.. at least I won’t attract many people..>

She thought, as she was rather scrawny. She had dark blue hair, tied up in a bun, held by a pink band and light blue eyes, and so she did her best with lipstick and face paint. She wore a light pink kimono, like most low ranked courtesans from the brothel.

=”It’s going to be your first day isn’t it?”

Asked an older, and higher ranked lady. She had a tall, slim, and curvy figure, pale skin, light crimson hair, and faint pink eyes.

-”Ooh big-sis Natsu...” her tone and face both sour “..yes it is” (They are not actual sisters, just really close)

=”Aww.. you poor thing, you must be scared..”

-”I uh.. am.. but I only have to talk and drink tea with them.. so it’s not the end of the world..”

Natsu chuckles a bit, and hugs her really tightly. =”Yes it is.. you know not all of them are bad, some are, but not all. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll be nice, or super lucky, and you’ll both fall in love!

<She really is a hopeless romantic.. isn’t she?..> Fuyona does not think that she has that type of luck, or really any at all.

-”I really doubt that would happen..”

=”Ooh, but you never know!”

○●○●○

A samurai, from the bottom of the barrel, visits the Entertainment District for the first time. He says all different types of people; poor people in the alleys, rich men who came here for their reasons, and unfortunate poor girls, to whom gave the worst card, working as oirans.

<Aah.. I feel so pathetic coming here.. I’m such a loser.. like everyone said..>

His name was Kai. He was not particularly strong-looking, nor confident, but at the very least he was decent looking. He was tall, with brown hair, styled like the latest warrior fashion (tied in a “man bun” at the back, and left loose everywhere else), and orange eyes. He wore a plain black kimono, with an orange belt. He walked towards the place, and entered.

-”Uhm.. excuse me.. I would like to uh..”

The old woman at the counter from a single glance could tell this was his first time at a place like this.

=”Don’t stutter boy, would you like some company?”

-”uhm yes..”

=”Well I’ve just the lady for a first timer like you! Take a seat over there would ya’?”

She said with a chuckle, and pointed to a tea table.

Kai nodded and sat down.

<This is ridiculous. What am I even doing?> He thought. But his mind quickly went blank, when he saw the lady in question. His eyes widened and his cheeks started to feel warm, as he saw the beautiful girl walk towards that very table. Her hair, deep blue as the ocean, her eyes light azure, her skin pale, her face was the prettiest he has ever seen. Although admittedly he hasn’t seen many. She then spoke her voice was soft, and enchanting.

-”Good day sir! Will you let me accompany you?”

Fuyona tried to hide her nervousness, fears, and disgust as much as possible.

=”Y..yes, please take a seat..”

He was completely mesmerized by her. She sat down.

<Ugh..I hope he won’t do anything weird.. huh? Why is he blushing? Weirdo.>

-”A..are you alright sir?”

=”Y..yes and uhm.. please just call me Kai.. I’m not fit to be called ‘sir’ whatsoever..”

-”Alright then.. s- Kai..”

=”Would you tell me your name?”

-”Mhm my name is Fuyona .. would you care for some tea? She said and reached out to the kettle on the table.

=”L..let me pour you.. p..please”

Fuyona thought that this was weird, but reluctantly nodded.

While she was busy thinking over the details, Kai poured out tea for both of them.

=”H..here you go..” He gently handed her a cup.

-”T..thank you..” She thought this man was peculiar, but something about his awkwardness was making her nerves ease ever so slightly.

=”D..don’t thank me..”

-”Is this your first time coming to a place like this?”

He looked down, ashamed of himself for coming here.

=”Y..yes.. and I’m sorry..”

-”Huh? What are you sorry for?”

=”I..uh.. I know.. this is not right.. and I merely just wanted to talk to someone..”

-”T..talk to someone? Like therapy or something?”

=”N..no.. uh.. well maybe kind of.. I’m just..” He pauses, not wanting to just vent his troubles to someone, who most likely had it worse. “P..please tell me about yourself..”

Fuyona was taken off guard by this.

-”A..about myself?.. w..why?”

=”Isn’t that how you have a conversation..”

-”I’m a courtesan, not your neighbor..”

=”R..right I’m sorry.. your life must have been tough..”

She was touched by his empathy, but didn’t show it.

-”It’s okay..”

=”I’m sorry.. if I’m insensitive but do you perhaps have hobbies? Or things to do when you don’t h..have t..to..”

-”I don’t have to do that.. yet.. I’ve just started.. well with you..”

=”Ooh.. uh.. I’m your first client.. well I uh.. hope I’m making a decent impression then..” Kai chuckles awkwardly. In turn, Fuyona chuckles at him.

-”A..actually.. yes.. you are not as bad as I have imagined this to be.. but you are really awkward!”

=”I’m uh.. sorry..”

-”It’s okay.. actually it’s rather cute..” She meant it, mostly, sarcastically, but Kai took it literally.

=”C..cute?..”

-”I like to read, and play board games, I’m very good at chess!”

=”Y..you l..like to play c..chess? ”

-”Indeed..”

=”Uh.. well I’m pretty bad at it.. but I would love to play with you one time..”

Kai’s blush became redder. To which, Fuyona just chuckled.

-”Well, I’m up for a challenge..”

=”I see um..”

She kept chuckling, as he stumbled on his words.

-”You are a little awkward, Kai.”

He nodded.

=”W..well I’m just not used to talking to girls..”

Hearing this Fuyona stopped giggling.

-”I see.. I’m sorry for laughing at you.”

This caught Kai off guard, all he ever heard was ridicule, and humiliation from others.

=”N..no it’s okay.. I’m used to it.. by now..”

-”T..that’s not okay..”

=“Y..you think so?”

-”Yes I think so! It’s not okay to be used to people hurting your feelings!”

<Why am I even saying this to him… my words don’t really mean anything..> It seems her words did indeed mean something to him as, for the first time in a long while, he smiled.

=”T..thank you! I’ve n.. never had anyone tell me things like this..”

-”I’m sorry..”

=”N..no I’m sure.. you have had it worse.. especially to end up in a place like this..”

-”uhh..”

=”I d..don’t want to be insensitive, but.. would you mind telling me, what a fragile lady like you is doing here?..”

-”T..that’s a long story.. and one I would not want to tell to anyone.”

=”I uh see, I apologize for even asking.. but still, if you ever wish to talk about it..”

-”Are you implying you will be coming here more often?” Fuyona smiled teasingly.

=”I have a chess match to play..”

She giggled at his response.

-”I noticed, you are dressed like a samurai. I suppose you are one?”

Kai nods as a response.

-”Well, would you be fine if I ask you a few questions?”

=”Sure.. I would be happy to answer them, but I’m not exactly the best one on the land..”

Fuyona chuckles at the last part.

-”That’s alright, how many battles have you been in?”

=”A few.. but I just get some basic assignments..”

-”I see.. and have you fought a yokai? I hear some samurai have fought them.”

=”I think those are just some rumors.. I have never seen one in my life!”

He is not exactly a big shot though.

-”Ooh.. I guess it might really just be rumors then.”

They both enjoyed talking with each other, however, sadly their time came to an end soon.

=”uhm.. it was nice t..talking with you..”

-”I hope I could convince you to come another time..” She said and bowed, it is a thing they say in this profession. She didn’t quite mean it, but he was better than what she expected.

They go their separate ways.

<This was not that bad.. he was rather decent…> Fuyona thinks, as she goes towards her room.

○●○●○

Kai walks away with a smile.

<Maybe, no definitely this was worth it!>

Chapter 1: End

I would like to thank you for reading it! Pls tell me what you thought.

Special thanks to @mitsurisgirlfriend, for helping me with minor things, and for being an overall amazing person!

#writing #story #romance #feel good #short story #drama #romantic

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: ̗̀➛ Abigail: Fluff Alphabet

A/N: Repost from old account.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your adventurer’s spirit. Her parents are more traditional and boring, she’s always longed for a life of excitement and adventures. And you offer that exact lifestyle she craves.

The secret forest, the sewers and mutant bug lair, the quarry mine, the skull cavern, the volcano. You’ve unlocked an entire new world for her to explore and experience with you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your chest, especially if it’s on the larger side. This may be the fluff alphabet, but i’m mentioning this specifically because if you’re a man, your probably bound to develop some nice pecs with all the laborious work you do, and she’s totally into it. I just feel like she’s very into curvy or muscular people. (but she’d love your body at any size/shape)

More pg answer: you’re legs/thighs, esp if you’re curvy/plus size.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I don’t know if there’s a special name for it, but she loves the laying down and hugging position, both of you having your legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other.

She also loves the classic “head on your chest”

If you’re sitting though, she’ll be on your lap until you get up.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I can think of a couple she’d love.

Camping in the Ginger Island jungle, near Leo’s house.

Picnic and music by the lake near Robin’s shop, specifically in the summer, where it’s warm and there’s fireflies out.

Coffee and shopping at the Night Market.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

At times she can be a bit immature, growing up she learned to be defensive and quick to assume (graveyard cutscene). Maybe in the beginning of your relationship it was more of a problem, but you learned to be patient with each other and now she’s usually pretty good at speaking her mind clearly and maturely.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I really don’t think she wants kids. She doesn’t want to be tied down by parenthood, she’d rather just enjoy your company and live a life of fun and adventure.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Loves receiving gifts, it’s a major love language of hers. She likes being gifted snacks and drinks the most. She doesn’t seem like much of a collector or decorator. But she does give me the vibe of someone who likes eating/snacking a lot.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

She’s not much of a hand holder, she prefers hugs and kissing. But she does like to grab your hand and drag you around places with her 💀

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Immediate panic, you would have to calm her down and tell her your okay lmao.

Once she’s calmed down she’ll run and get the first aid kit for you, repeatedly asking if you’re okay or need to see Harvey.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

She loves joking around with you, and unfortunately for you, she also loves pranks. If you ever got seriously bothered by it or asked her to stop, she would do so and apologize. But otherwise, she’ll absolutely pull little pranks on you at least once a week or so.

Whoopie cushions (a classic)

Moves every piece of furniture an inch to the right while your gone for the day.

Once in a while, she’ll randomly text you “where are you?” or “ETA?”, you always see the text and freeze, thinking “Oh shit, did we make plans? What am i late for?” but then she texts you again and says “just kidding!” so you can calm down and laugh about it.

One Easter she labeled 9 eggs 1-10, purposely leaving out one random number, making you think there was a missing egg you could never find. You still wonder about it today, and occasionally do a smell check around the house. It cracks her up every time she sees you do it, but she’ll never fess up.

Her favorite long running bit is this though:

She keeps a hidden extra bottle of your most used condiment in a mini fridge in her room, and every time the one in your kitchen fridge gets about empty, she refills it just enough so theres some to use next time.

You always think to yourself, “why does this bottle never run out? I could’ve sworn i finished the last of it yesterday?”

Eventually you’ll figure it out though when you go to put something in her mini fridge because you’re out of space in the kitchen.

She absolutely loses it when she gets home that evening and sees the condiment bottle sitting on the kitchen table, she knows immediately that you busted her for it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

I’ll be real, her favorite way to kiss you is just straight up making up. Doesn’t have to be sexual or lead to something sexual. She just wants to kiss you for as long as she can.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Showing interest and being involved in your hobbies.

Examples: Reading every poem/story you write, brainstorming ideas with you when you’re experiencing art block, helping you hold things together during a diy project, surprising you with new exotic seeds or gardening tools in your fav color, being your sparring partner if you do martial arts, randomly ordering & gifting you new toys/figurines/etc for your collection.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you gave her a bouquet. She spent all day kicking her feet and giggling about it, and then daydreamed about you till she fell asleep. To her, the day you asked her out was the beginning of your new life together.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You turning out to be traditional like her parents.

(This may seem dark, but irl, there’s absolutely a possibility for someone to completely switch up after marriage/engagement) (i’m also self projecting because i’m so much like her lol)

She hates how she was raised with expectations to be a “proper young lady”, when she’s the definition of being a free-spirited tomboy. So i think deep down she’d be scared about ending up with someone who expects her to be a housewife and a SAHM. Because should that happen, she’s either stuck in unhappy marriage, or she’s forced back to her parents house. No happy ending in that scenario.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Eats rocks bruh

But seriously, here’s a personal hc of mine:

When she finds out pirates visit the island every other day, she’ll sneak off and go to the cove, challenging them to duals, playing games, drinking. They would probably really like her weirdness and adopt her as their daughter lol.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Babe, cutie, hot stuff.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Gemstone hunting, late night talks in the graveyard, swimming in the lakes at the mountains, goofing around on Ginger Islands beach, fighting monsters, movie theater dates, museum/library dates, playing video games, watching tv, playing with her guinea pig.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Avril Lavigne: Girlfriend & Complicated

Evanescence: Bring Me To Life

Fefe Dobson: Ghost & Stuttering

(i just think she’d like these songs a lot tbh, seems like stuff she’d listen to)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

There isn’t a single thing she keeps from you, she tells you every little weird, sad, goofy, and happy thought she has lol.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not long, six months at most. She definitely falls fast

(i mean she doesn’t have a lot of options, can you blame her for wanting to jump into a relationship quickly)

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Very affectionate and caring, she’ll big spoon you and tell you everything's gonna be okay. Later she’ll make you your favorite food for dinner and then turn on whatever show you want to watch. (and while you're watching tv, she'll bring David to cuddle you)

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

She likes showing off her progress on her swordsmanship. And yes she absolutely loves showing you off, she’ll go on and on about you to everyone, all the time (much to Seb’s dismay). It’s to the point her friends feel like they’re dating you too with how much they know about you LMAO.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

She loves that you fight, it’s very cool and exciting to her. And ofc she would fight with you, she actually really wishes you’d offer (please teach her to use a sword).

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Moderately well, i think she sometimes might be oblivious to others feelings (like if your upset about her pranking you, she might not realize till later because she's distracted by laughing about it), but most of the time, she can read you really well because she knows you really well.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

She wouldn’t, she’s actually waiting for you to pop the question.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Rainy days, music, ginger island, the graveyard, walks in the mountains, your house/farm, you in general, reading in the library, hanging out with sam & sab in the saloon.

#sdv fluff #fluff alphabet #fluff #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv x reader #sdv abigail #sdv abigail x reader

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Hello! Hope you’re doing well :) figured I’d submit a match up just for fun since you’re doing them. Excited to see your opinion!

Appearance: I’m 5’4 and curvy. Big boobs, hour glass figure, a bit of a stomach, thick thighs, basically just curvy and mid-size. I have brown eyes and long brown hair which is straight/wavy and thick. I have an upturned button nose and am gap-toothed. I’m white and have warm toned skin. I have double ear piercings and plan on getting a septum. My style is 1960s-2000s (vintage ig), grunge/goth/emo, and coquette blended together.

Personality: I’m pretty shy and quiet. I try to be nice, open-minded, and kind. I’m a good listener and understanding of others. I’m smart, observant, and give good advice. Kind of everyone’s unofficial therapist which is okay bc i really like psychology. I have OCD (specifically contamination OCD), depression, anxiety, body dysmorphia, and ED behaviors. Pretty insecure but working on it. I’m an INFJ-T and a Sagittarius Sun (libra moon, cancer rising). Also have mommy issues unfortunately.

Interests: I like video games, being creative (poetry, drawing, diys, etc.), and am a music enthusiast (like pretty much everything). My favorite artists are Lana Del Rey, Miley Cyrus, Eminem, MCR, and Nirvana but my favorite genre rn is rock (anything from Korn to Jimi Hendrix). I like being sustainable and interacting with animals. Enjoy trying new things and traveling. Big into horror! I collect MH dolls, music related items like merch and records, crystals, rocks, and pins.

Thanks for matching me up!

You’re most compatible with… DAVE NORTON!!

He’s never been the “I like what I see” guy. Dave is a professional, mature man. He finds your individuality beautiful and has a good preference for your body type. He’d find himself braiding or brushing your hair out of habit, as it seems to calm him down after a long day dealing with Steve.

Personality wise, you two are quite similar. He’s a bit of a reserved guy as well. Dave wouldn’t find himself liking a person so opposite so having a lady who’s observant, intelligent, and understanding would really suit him more. He’d love relaxing with you, just sitting around and talking casually. He likes your presence and your calmness. Nevertheless, he’ll help you overcome your insecurities with careful measures. Dave wants to return the favour of your care and will compliment you, gift you, love you until you knew you were good enough and amazing!

Despite the difference in interests, he wouldn’t mind watching you play games and would love to read your poetry, etc… He’d be so proud that he’d read out your poems to people at work, saying “it’s unbelievably beautiful and intelligent piece of art.” Besides, your hobby of collecting things would make it easier to surprise you with gifts. Expect a box full of crystals or the records you’ve failed to find in the nearby record store on the bed with a proud dave beside it.

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #dave norton/reader #dave norton x reader #dave norton #dave gta #gta dave #match up

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isleofdarkness · 1 year

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https://greydaysandstarrynights.tumblr.com/post/715867623087390720/dragoneyes618-on-the-isle-frollo-is-often

Number one, I want to know how you put a link in an ask while on anon. I've been trying to submit video to an is-the-x-video-cute blog for WEEKS and Tumblr refuses to let me put a link in an ask. Tell me how you did it, por favor.

I have both. He has adopted many children, unfortunately, and he found an obsession- Yzma

Here's the thing- Yzma is pretty, just not in a conventional way. She's elderly, sure, but that doesn't mean she's ugly. And even if she was, being ugly isn't why she would be fired. The Inca thought highly of the elderly and put a lot of effort into making sure they were happy and comfortable. Why was she fired? because she was old, and Kuzco didn't want the woman who had raised him to continue working when she should have been relaxing. He doesn't explain this the way he should. He tells her that she's old, too old, and her mind instantly went to vain Kuzco firing her because of how she looks. Prior to this, Yzma had thought highly of how she looked- copper skin wrinkled by expressions of joy, near-black purple eyes that glittered with her humour and spoke volumes to her hard-earned wisdom, her thick hair like the feathers of a cormorant, black and grey but reflecting deep violet and mysterious blue where the light hit it. She took pride in how she looked. But then, she started to hate the features she had once loved. Everything she had thought made her beautiful now seemed ugly to her. And if she had been wrong about being beautiful, what else was she wrong about? Her strength, her intelligence, her wisdom? He unintentionally yanked everything she loved about herself out from under her feet.

When she met Frollo, she was at her lowest. Had that been it, he wouldn't have given her a second thought.

But she looked like Esmeralda.

Thick, black hair. Copper skin. Dark emerald eyes. Full lips. A curvy figure, a grace of movement, and intelligent, stubborn sparkle in her eyes. Without the wrinkles and grey hairs, he thought she would have looked exactly like Esmeralda (except, of course, the part where Esmeralda is Romani and Yzma is Incan, but he'd probably the kind who think all brown people look alive even if they're different races. Moving on.)

This was it, this was how he could have his Esmeralda again. And this one, this one he could manipulate into loving him. So he did.

Elizabeth, named for a saint. Melchizedek (Zevon,) named for a king.

And then there was Claudine, born when Want was trying to get Frollo to leave her "witch" children alone. His price, to a young black woman who was trying to keep from losing everything, was that she gave herself, mind, soul, and body to the word of Jesus Christ. She had to denounce her "claims" (they weren't claims, she really was a ghost) that she was a spirit and be cleansed by a judge. Her original "cleansing" was to be held under holy water as if being baptised but she was, again, a spirit and it could severely hurt her, so she offered sex instead. Frollo could not resist a dark-skin girl with silk-pressed waves.

Want personally wishes she had ripped his dick off. Her husband would have supported her.

They would have raised "Catherine" (Claudine,) too, but Frollo claimed that a whore and a demon could never raise a child of God, so he refused to allow them to ever so much as look at Claudine.

It is currently two am. I am not Catholic and I am not Incan so I am probably messing up here and this post probably makes no sense. I am sorry.

#swearing #rape ment #yzma #descendants yzla #elizabeth frollo #descendants zevon #claudine frollo

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Hi everyone! I’m back! Here’s Chapter 4 of Phoenix! Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Drinking , Violence , Nudity , Mentions of Loss , THE FEELS 🥺💔 , Angst ,

Pairing : Geralt Of Rivia x Phoenix (Curvy African American Woman) (With Guest Stars: Coën, Lambert, Vesemir)

Description: Days after their ambush, Phoenix & Geralt make their way back to Kaer Morhen where she meets those who helped change his life.

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

The two of them rode in a comfortable silence. Phoenix was to busy taking in her surroundings as, she had never been on this side of the continent before. Even though everything was pretty much the same, having a new companion, made everything seem all the more — different.

‘Hmm, you’re rather chatty today.’ He said softly, with a slight bit of playfulness. He glanced back over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of her looking down at the shimmering snow.

‘Perhaps I do not have much to say today Witcher. You should pay attention to the path before you get us lost.’ She argued back, her own little playful taunt.

Geralt smirked at her remark, ‘Lost? I know this Terrain better than I know the bestiary of this Continent,’ he looked back, ‘You should put some trust in me Princess.’ And he looked ahead once again.

Phoenix rolled her eyes as a smirk curled on her lips, ‘Hmph.’ She breathe out. Her caramel eyes once again found that sparkling white snow again. This time in the trees. And the way the sun shone down on it, — it was breathtaking. It was like looking at diamonds! It was so white and — untouched! As if no one had ever traveled this far before.

It was unfortunate that she never got to take in this bustling and beautiful world around her. She was always on a time limit. Always on her toes. Minding the twins and running from those who wish to seek her harm. Or worse— bring her back to her kingdom, defenseless.

***

Riding from the protection of the trees up above, Geralt and Phoenix had finally come to a stop in a open field that turned into snow covered mountains. And hiding in plain sight, a place she had thought she’d never see in person, was sitting there awaiting their arrival.

Phoenix clutched the reins tightly in her palms as her chest shook with shock and anticipation. She finally opened her mouth, and a small cloud of fog disappeared before her.

‘Phoenix, this is—‘

‘Kaer Morhen.’ She stared up at the fortress as if it were to burst into flames! It was old as time, (or it had seem to be) destroyed by the trials of time and weather. Or maybe—

Geralt looked over at Phoenix. Watching as her emotions shown like a picture book on her beautiful features. ‘Home.’

She looked over at him with her plumped lips pressed together in approval. ‘After you. I am your guest, after all.’

He had given her a simple nod and kicked at Roach’s side, taking off towards the path that lead up to the fortress. And Phoenix had followed suit.

***

After pulling their horses to a stop and dismounting them, the both of them made sure to tie them up, and remove all of their equipment to bring inside with them. Phoenix was enthralled to learn more about this place! Things that the books wouldn’t tell or her father’s Golden Knight, Levy, refused to explain. She looked around, noticing more debris lying about. Large rocks, broken statues, and one thing that caught her eye in particularly. The remains of a.. Griffin?

‘Geralt is that a—‘

Geralt smirked and looked over at her with slight confusion, ‘A Griffin? Yes.’

Phoenix had dropped everything that she held. Her weapons, her travel kit, her knitted blanket— EVERYTHING— and quickly rushed over to the icy bones. She dropped to her knees, fast breaths leaving her lips. She popped the button on her wrist and removed her her glove.

With the warmth of her hand now gone, she shuddered at the brisk feel. She could have used her power to warm up her palm, but she wanted to feel all of this. This whole moment, she wanted to remember how everything felt. So she placed her palm on the skull of the skeleton and she had never felt so enlightened before. Phoenix let out a scuff, with thick tears filling her eyes. All of this was like a dream to her.

Geralt had picked up her valuables and walked over to her, ‘decades ago. A father, seeking the revenge for his mate and offspring. When Griffin’s mate, they—‘

‘Mate for a lifetime.’ She said softly, loud enough for him to hear but so softly. Phoenix looked over her shoulder, up at him with wet eyes. ‘He only wanted justice. Were there any innocent lives slain?’

Geralt pressed his lips together and give her a nod. ‘Mmm.’

‘Then — you did what was right.’ She sniffed and looked back down at the skull before slowly standing to her feet. ‘This is— stellar.’

Geralt chuckled, ‘If you say so. Come, there’s warmth inside.’ And he jerked his head towards the large doors. Phoenix smiled softly and followed the tall broody man towards the doors.

As they walked inside, the hall was bustling with noise and men chattering. Phoenix was too busy taking in the place to truly pay attention to the conversations. All until it got deathly quiet. She knew then, that the attention was on the both of them.

To be frank, it was eerie. Phoenix swallowed her spit and stepped a tad bit closer to Geralt as they all stood to their feet. ‘Don’t you worry. They’re all harmless.’ He smirked, reassuring her.

‘BLOODY HELL!’ One with ginger curly hair exclaimed, walking over to the both of them. ‘Took you long enough shit head!’ And he embraced Geralt in a tight hug. Once she knew the coast was clear, Phoenix stepped to the side, allowing his Witcher brother’s to welcome him back home. All until—

‘Aye, You’ve brought a guest?’ Another had asked, a bald black man with a blind eye and an intriguing smile. The rest of the men had immediately turned their attention to the woman who stood only a mere few feet away from Geralt. ‘This is Princess Phoenix of Jedajél.’

The room grew quiet once again. Until she waved her hand once, ‘Hello, gentlemen. It’s an honor.’ And it was! She wanted to be a Witcher when she was a little girl. Be the first woman that endured the Trial of the Grasses. But her life steered her in a different direction.

‘Haven’t gotten enough of bringin’ princesses around eh?’ The ginger asked. Geralt’s eyes narrowed and his lips frowned up, ‘aye, aye— relax. I’m only fuckin’ around. Aye, Princess? Anyone who is a friend to Geralt, is a friend of ours!’ And the room erupted with a glorious roar.

That alone was enough to make Phoenix smile. She had never truly been welcomed anywhere. Maybe this was where she was intended to be.

The noises of footsteps had captured her attention. They were not synchronized so there were two people. And one sounded lighter than the other. ‘Ahhh, wolf— you’re home.’ All of the men stepped to the side, looking back at a older male with gray shoulder length hair. Standing next to him, was a young girl. Ashen hair— eyes as green as emeralds. This was the girl. The girl that the continent had literally stopped for. Princess Cirilla of Cintra. And she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Ciri had taken long strides over to him and embraced him in what had seem to be a tighter hug than what his brother’s had given him. And Geralt had returned that hug, in the same manner. ‘Welcome back, Geralt.’

He had pulled away from her, his large hands now resting on her arms and a proud smile on his lips. ‘It’s good to be back Ciri,’ then he paused, his head gently falling to the side as his smile had disappeared. Phoenix studied them— their body language. He was no different than a biological father. Even at first glance you’d think she was his. With all that strange beauty. ‘Ciri?’

Ciri’s smile had faltered as well, in worrisome as if she was in trouble. Her eyebrows tugged in together as if she was trying to understand the shift in energy, ‘Yes?’

Phoenix braced herself. Waiting.

‘Have you done something different to your hair?’

Ugh, he was liable to give someone a heart attack with his antics.

Phoenix had rolled her eyes and silently giggled, her head falling forward.

Ciri halfway blinked before giving her father a happy grin, ‘Indeed. It looks like yours almost.’

‘See? I knew it looked familiar. Very nice, Cirilla.’ And he gave her head a gentle, loving pat before he glanced over to see Phoenix taking in all this — joy. Cirilla then followed his glare. ‘Who is this?’ She asked.

Phoenix stood up straight, gently clearing her throat as the two came closer. ‘Ciri, this is Princess Phoenix of Jedajél. Phoenix this is—‘

‘The Legendary Lion Cub of Cintra. I— my Gods!.’ She reached out towards the girl and grasp her smaller hands in hers. They were callused. Rough as if she had been a knight instead of a princess. The same kind of hands Phoenix had. She gave them a gentle and loving squeeze, ‘It’s a pleasure, Cirilla.’

Even with the power Phoenix wielded, she knew that Cirilla could flip this world inside out with out the effort. And with that, she felt an familiar urge around Ciri. One that was similar to the twins. One to protect.

Ciri gave Phoenix a smile, intrigued by the news. ‘I wasn’t aware that there was any Princesses in Jedajél. They said that she was dead.’

Phoenix scuffed and nodded, ‘Of course they did. I was Princess before your time darling. I don’t really like to carry the title anymore though. Way too much authority for me.’ She giggled, placing her hands on her hips as she looked up at Geralt.

Geralt looked over at her with a nod in understanding, but in reality— he was trying to hide that smirk that was cracking at the corners of his lips.

Ciri smiled softly, glancing between the two. She couldn’t tell if there was something going on between Phoenix and Geralt. From how it looked, they appeared to be friends. But, leave it to her to snoop around for clues and theories. ‘How did you two meet?’

‘Well,—‘

‘It’s a story that can be shared once we all meet for dinner. I don’t know about you Phoenix but, our travels have caught up with us. We’re starting to smell like it.’

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together and looked down at her shoulder, pinched at her blouse and did a quick sniff. And she was absolutely mortified! ‘Augh! How is it that we still smell like The Gwellech?’ She whispered in slight embarrassment.

‘SINCE WHEN WAS IT THAT YOU CARED ABOUT YOUR STENCH?!’ The ginger called out before he took a sip of his ale.

Geralt’s head snapped over and that devious grin had curled on his lips, ‘Since when did you possess such a big mouth, Lambert? Oh I forgot! You’ve always had it!’ The room erupted with laughter.

Ciri watched Phoenix as the woman did her best to control her laughter. ‘Vesemir always keeps extra gowns for his guests…’ she implied, ‘That’s if you’d like to smell like drowners and week old onions.’ And she gave Phoenix a half smile. Phoenix gasped softly and looked over at Ciri, ‘Oh dear! Do I smell that bad?’ And she lifted her arm this time, she didn’t have to dip her head down to smell. It had hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. ‘Oh-‘ she gagged, ‘OK, I’ll take your word for it.’

***

Knock, Knock— ‘Come in.’ She said softly as she sat in that large wooden tub. It was filled with decent warm water but she was able to bring it to a gentle boil so her body could relax. Ciri pushed open the door gently with towels in her hands, ‘I’ve just come to drop these off. They’re not… what we’re used to but, they’ll do.’ And she sat down on the wooden stool.

‘Thank you Cirilla. But trust me, I’ve been handed worse. These are fine.’ Phoenix chuckled and pressed her lips together before her head fell back against the tub. Her eyes were closed. She finally felt like she could truly, rest!

Well, not exactly.

‘You know it’s hard to relax when someone is burning a hole in your head with their eyes. Speak child.’

Ciri’s eyebrows raised in surprise a little, ‘i suppose I could have given you some privacy.’ But would she? She was too— interested to know about this woman. But it grew quiet again. She only wanted to ask a question… one that would answer all of the ones she had. ‘What happened to you?’

Phoenix’s eyes flashed open and she sat up. She stared at her with soft eyes. She had knew what Ciri had lost as well. Though the circumstances were different, she couldn’t help but feel the same… two princesses, hated because of what they were, loved because the good they’ve done. Their families stripped away from them like a patch on unhealed wound.

‘You know when I was younger than you Cirilla, I dreamed of becoming a Knight. I loved the idea so much that my father made it his business to have his Golden Knight train me like a orphan off of the street.’ She scoffed and shook her head slightly, ‘When I got older— I looked into becoming a Witcher. I read everything, what it would take— the risks. But then my father met my The Kingdom’s mage. She got in close, told me that it was my destiny to be Queen. That I was born for this and that I was the one and true heir to the throne. Hell, she even taught me how to manage and control my own chaos! But there are snakes always lurking in the grass.’ Phoenix lifted her hand out of the water, channeling that warm energy to her palm. And a bright orange ball of flames appeared in her hand.

Ciri slowly stood up from her stool and kneeled down in front of the tub. Her bright green eyes gazed at the burning ball as if it were going to disappear into thin air! ‘You have it too… chaos.’

Phoenix breathe out with a soft smile curling on her lips, ‘I — wouldn’t call it that. Sure it is chaotic… but for me, it’s a gift.’ And the orange ball of flames turned blue.

Ciri smiled softly, at a loss of words. ‘Then?’

‘My father married her when I was around your age. And she fell pregnant 8 months before my 18th birthday. And the day before my birthday— my father was found murdered in his chambers. She placed the blame on me. Had everyone question my loyalty and manipulated them into believing that I was jealous and angry that it was possible that my father could have a son. The kingdom figured I wanted revenge— so I left and never came back. I’ve had a bounty on my head ever since.’ With her last words, she finally closed her palm, and the blue flame had finally died out.

Ciri’s green eyes glanced from her fist, to her face. She could tell that it still bothered her. Her eyes were sad, and her aura was blue. ‘What about your mother? What happened to her?’

‘She died from influenza when I was 10…’ her brown eyes finally met Ciri’s face once again.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I was pretty young when my parents died too…’ she paused, ‘Do you remember her? Do you miss her?’

The thought of her mother made Phoenix’s heart grow 10 times the size! Her mother was noble, intelligent, kind, brave— and most of all, she loved her only daughter with her every fiber. She sniffed, blinking back tears. ‘Every day Ciri, every day.’

Cirilla’s head forward, looking down in her own reflection of the water. ‘I don’t remember much of my parents. But my grand mother was my everything. She was strong, wise and she— only wanted to protect me.’

Phoenix nodded with a smirk, ‘Yes. Queen Calanthe of Cintra. She was a force! I am terribly sorry for your loss, Lion Cub,’ she leaned forward and gently placed her finger tips beneath her chin to lift her head, ‘Had she been here today to see you— she would be so proud of you. I know it.’ Ciri’s eyes filled with thick tears as a sweet smile curled on her lips.

Then, a sudden knock interrupted the moment. ‘Cirilla,’ and Geralt walked through the door, with soft yellow robes in his fist, ‘Are you antagonizing our company?’ Ciri cleared her throat and stood up. ‘She’s fine Geralt. We were just having a heart to heart.’ Geralt glanced from Phoenix to Ciri who had just a half smile. ‘Hmm, go get cleaned up for dinner. Lambert is making it.’

Ciri rolled her eyes, ‘lovely,’ she said in a sarcastic tone and started towards the door, ‘Gross.’

Phoenix let out a gentle chuckle, shaking her head. ‘You’re too hard on that girl.’ She took the bar of soap and started washing her body off.

‘Only to protect her. It gets the job done.’ He said leaning against the wall.

‘Oh look at you… sounding like a father…’

‘Hmph, unfortunately.’

‘You know it causes her to rebel,’ she paused for a second, watching as his face mold into something more treacherous. ‘Look, I know — how special Ciri is. I can… feel it when I’m near her. How powerful she is. But if you become too strict and allow the roles of power and parenting to mix— it won’t end pretty. Not for you. Not for this world.’

Geralt stood there with his arms folded in silence.

Phoenix sucked at her teeth, ‘fine. Don’t listen to me then.’ And she started rinsing her body off. She then stood up, stretching out her curvaceous body as she did so. She then reached over and grabbed the white, red wine stained towel and patted down her body before completely wrapping it around her bare breasts. Geralt stared. As he always did when he saw her naked.

‘You could always paint a picture, Witcher,’ her back was turned, ‘It may last longer.’ She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and stood up straight, ‘Well it’s too bad my brushes no longer have their bristles.’ Such a smart ass. ‘I only wish to bring you this.’ And he placed the folded up dress on the stool. ‘Don’t take too long Princess. The wine and ale will be gone before it touches the table top.’ He smirked as he turned away and walked out of the bathroom.

***

Phoenix sucked in a deep breath, sucking in that tummy as she reached behind her to tighten that corset in the back. She had forgotten what it was like to wear things like this. Even though the fortress was in ruin, Vesemir had seem to have the finest of threads when it came down to the women.

Once she was done, she finally took a breath in relief and walked over to the mirror. She smooth out her the fabric on her stomach, stood up straight and walked out of the bathroom.

She listened to them. Their obnoxious laughter could navigate her even through the darkest of nights without her powers. And when she drew closer to the main hall, she swallowed her spit and held her chin high.

There it was again. The silence. All those eyes glaring at her from across the room as if she was a fish out of water. But she stared back, showing them that she wasn’t the one to be frightened. Only they weren’t trying to scare her.

Suddenly, Ciri grabbed her hand. ‘Come. You can come sit with me and Geralt.’ Phoenix looked over at Ciri with a gentle smile, ‘I would love to.’ And the girls started towards the end of the table. As they walked, some of the men cat called and whistled after her. Things she had heard before but—

‘Well. I did wonder what was beneath all of those rags and to say to least, I’m impressed!’ Lambert said and the room went into an uproar of laughter.

Phoenix took a deep breath as she sat down in front of Geralt. ‘Knock it off Lambert.’ He was munching on a piece of meat. He didn’t dare look up or bat an eye though. It was like— he was in charge almost?

‘Aw shit brother! We’re just poking a lil’ fun. Pokin’.’ And the room rattled with laughter again. Ciri rolled her eyes and placed her hand on top of Phoenix’s, ‘Don’t pay him mind Phoenix. He’s a lonely old coot. When ever he sees a pretty girl, he says stupid things.’ She murmured as she popped a piece of bread in her mouth.

Phoenix chuckled and nodded, ‘I see.’ She reached over and took a piece of bread. But before she could pop it in her mouth, she heard twinkling. Chiming like charms. She didn’t realize how she’d missed it before.

She placed her bread down back into the bowl and stood up to her feet. She then carefully stepped over the bench and started to walk over to the The Witcher’s Medallion Tree.

Finally when she stood in front of it, she took notice of how many medallions that hung. She knew about the Sacking of Kaer Morhen— when the humans had come to rid them of their existence— but since then, they have seem to have lost so many more. There had to be at least 100 there.

Phoenix reached up to grab the closest one in her reach between her finger tips. Her thumb ran over the cold wolf engraved silver. As if she needed anymore proof that she was here, taking refuge here at the School of the Wolf.

‘You seem so fond of this place,’ Geralt said as he walked up behind her. ‘If you’d like we could always trade places? You slay the monsters for coin, and I get to sit on a throne, making demands all day.’ He scuffed and folded his arms.

Phoenix smirked and let go of the medallion, ‘Is that what you think ruling a kingdom is all about?’ She raised a brow, ‘I didn’t know you were interested in becoming King.’ She looked up at him, with her head slightly fallen to the side.

‘Hmm, I’m not. Too much responsibility. I’m just now trying to figure this Child of Surprise thing out— sure you don’t expect me to run a Kingdom?’ He smirked.

She inhaled slightly and tan her fingers through her thick curls, ‘Ahhh, yes.’ Then she turned to look back towards the Tree. ‘You— had to be young when the Sacking of Kaer Morhen happened. How many were there?’

Geralt looked up at the tree, ‘23 Witchers… 40 students…and over time more medallions were added to the Tree.’

Phoenix pressed her lips together, her heart squeezing in her chest. How could someone hurt such promising young souls. Most of them knew of nothing they did! Humans and their fear never did anyone good, now there weren’t many Witcher’s left to protect them from what hid in the darkness of night.

‘At least they will be remembered. My father’s Golden Knight, Levy, told me the stories and read me the books,’ she scuffed, ‘Treated them as if they were horror stories but, I was much more intrigued on how to become one and why women weren’t allowed.’ She turned around to face him again.

‘We have our reasons. Will you join us now?’

Phoenix pressed her lips together, 'I will join you and Ciri in a second.' she looked back at the tree one more time as Geralt turned away and walked back towards the table. She stared up at the tree, getting lost in the sounds of the gentle jingling. Then a gentle smile curled on her full lips. This was all, in the strangest of ways, a dream come true.

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