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lefemmerougewriter · 1 year

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Korra and Asami's Swim in Manarola's Natural Harbor

Korra and Asami take a break from their duties in Republic City and have a nice time in the natural harbor of Manarola. They arrive in Manarola after to hitching a inter-dimensional ride on some robots with a funky flow. They enjoy each other's company more than expected and receive unexpected relaxation, something both of them sorely need

Author's Note: The only two fics featuring Manarola on AO3 are for the Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) and The Old Guard (Movie 2020) fandoms. I decided to do one with Korra and Asami because I finished the series early this year and this is my first Korrasami fic! This story is loosely based on my recent experience in Manarola, Italy, one of the towns in the Cinque Terre. It is set in the present-day and post-canon. This isn't the best fic I've ever written, but I had fun writing it

Friendships: None

Romantic pairings: Korra / Asami

Words: 925

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43485180

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1293255106-korra-and-asami%27s-swim-in-manarola%27s-natural

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/15380764/Korra-and-Asamis-Relaxing-Swim-in-Manarolas-Natural-Harbor

Characters: Korra, Asami Sato

Korra giggled as the water splashed on her brownish face. “Asami,” she said, between spitting out the water and speaking, “stop it, the water’s too salty!” Her dark-haired friend laughed back. She liked to mess with Korra as much as she could, especially in a beautiful spot like this on the Italian Riviera. It was one of the busiest places in all of Italy. Tourists loved this swimming hole more than any other. In fact, more sat on the rocks around the spot, than in the water itself. As they tread water, while holding each other’s hands, Korra decided to float. “Ah, this is so relaxing. I wish there was something like this back in Republic City.” Asami couldn’t agree more. Sure, thanks to modern plumbing, you could take hot baths or steamy showers in the city. But, it wasn’t the same as this place. “Yeah, this is nice. I wish we had come earlier.”

Asami began to float with Korra. They were enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly, they heard a big splash. Looking up, they saw men in swimsuits climbing up a huge, craggy rock, and jumping off. Girls in tank tops were walking behind the men. Korra spotted one guy jumping off and remarked, “Men, am I right?”

Asami craned her neck over and saw what Korra meant. It seemed like a dumb male challenge of endurance, as inane as those who participate in hot dog eating contests or do the polar plunge. These men were risk takers. Something about them ticked off Korra and Asami. Some time ago, they had dated the same guy. The relationship they had paled any relationship that they had with any men.

Korra's view on this risk taking changed when a woman jumped off the cliff. She seemed to be having so much fun. After she jumped, Korra saw the woman's friend, who was waiting at the bottom, catch her. The woman fell into her friend's arms. It seemed very romantic to Korra.

Sometimes Italians were not as open about their sexual or romantic attraction, especially if they were drawn to someone of the same sex. So-called traditional mores seemed to encourage the "typical" male-female romance, while discouraging anything else. Korra ignored all that, with woman jumping off the rock giving her the push she needed. She whispered to Asami: “let’s do it.” Asami was a bit afraid, but, Korra gave her the confidence to climb the rock. She was willing to take the risk because she knew that Korra would catch her.

As she made her way to the rock ledge, Korra yelled “I’m ready when you are!” and extended out her arms. Taking a deep breath, Asami leapt out into space. She was falling faster than she had anticipated. Korra swam as fast she could and caught Asami in the nick of time. The slipperiness of Korra's hands and the rate Asami was traveling through the air caused a big splash, causing them to be pushed apart. Soon thereafter, Korra swam over to Asami. As soon as she reached her, she asked, “are you okay?”

Her dark-haired girlfriend smiled. “I’m more than okay…I’m great! That was SO much fun!” She added, “you should try it!” Korra wasn’t sure. She thought that she would end up not impressing Asami. She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. She quickly climbed up the rock and onto the ledge. She jumped gracefully from the rock and fell toward the water. Asami tried to do the same thing as Korra had done for her earlier, but she was not as successful. Hitting the water, Korra made a huge splash.

Asami felt bad. She came over to apologize to Korra, but Korra snuck up behind her, hugging her from the back. “Hey, thanks for not catching me,” Korra teased. Asami began to say something, but Korra waved it off. “It’s fine. Making huge splashes in the water is just my style.” Asami chuckled and snickered. “That’s my Korra,” she said softly.

They both had a good laugh, climbed up the metal ladder, and made their way back into the vibrant, beautiful town of Manarola. As they walked through the town's streets, they saw people selling gelato, women’s clothing, and other wares. There was even a machine which distributed curious lubricated latex devices encased in plastic wrappers. Neither had seen another like it, but Korra grabbed one sitting on top of the machine in a box labeled "Campione" and stashed it in her pocket without her girlfriend seeing.

Later, Asami, as they continued to walk through the streets of Manarola, turned to Korra. She then said, softly, almost like she was telling a secret, “I'm so glad we hitched a ride on those funky light green robots. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.” Korra nodded. She added, “We have to thank whoever did that for our trip, I guess.”

As they stepped into an alley, one of the robots, which had a funky flow, was about to leave. They hitched a ride and disappeared. The bright beam of light went up into the air and dissipated so quickly that no one else would have noticed.

The teal crystalline pad, hidden in the pavement, was barely noticeable by the naked eye. It was their only way home, back to Republic City. The reason it was there, they didn’t know. The person who installed the platform of sorts had never intended it to be used for joy riding. The real reason was more sinister, depending on how you looked at it.

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Notes: I wish I could have spent more time there, but I wrote this while I was there a few months ago, along with the stories “A Firenze Gelateria and Carmen's Delight”, “The Manarola Hike of a Lifetime”, and “Ivy’s Boboli Revenge and the Pitiful Palace” (working on), which I will be publishing, slowly, on this account. I had a lot of fun writing this story, even though I was sick while in Italy. I ended up typing it up many months later, and reading this story makes me feel like I’m there all over again! The pages on "Robonoids" and "Warp Pad" on the Steven Universe fandom site were helpful.

#korrasami #korra x asami #legend of korra #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfic #steven universe #manarola #cinque terre #italy #fanfics #bisexuals #republic city #italian riviera #italian #lgbtq #bisexuality #short story #short and sweet

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hussyknee · 3 months

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Kushiel's Legacy would make a great remixed AU crossover with Supernatural, what with the angels. Castiel was based on Cassiel. Cassiel is the one who stood by Elua even believing that the choice damned him, and wanted redemption to the last except never enough to abandon Elua. Anael is also there. All the angels of Terre D'Ange can be analogous to one of the angels in SPN.

I've always had an AU in mind where Castiel and his band of renegades defeated the archangels and decided to make their home on some corner of the earth. A sanctuary of sorts. High fantasy medieval AU works too.

#kushiel's legacy #terre d'ange #supernatural #spn #castiel #high fantasy #spn fic #knee of huss #supernatural fandom

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ivoovu · 2 months

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I need to know, are there any good translators for German? Because I know from prior experience how Google Translate butchers french (it also isn't a language that made for gender neutral wording, it's either he or her) and I can't seem to find a better one for dialogues in my fics.

And THANK YOU for that little guide, it's eye opening.

This is the only right moment to mention that I had four years of French class only to remember one thing: 'pomme de terre'. What do you mean I am not supposed to find 'Earths Apple' funny >:(

On a more serious note now: Glad to hear that the little guide‘s helpful!

I‘ve been looking at sites and apps to find a translator that lets you choose between the two genders while speaking/writing, yet I have found no results. A few apps will have the two versions for a few sentences, not all, so that isn’t much of a help either. I‘m still looking for anything that might help, and my eyes are constantly open. Should I find something of use I‘ll post it here and let you writers know.

I have to ask: French is a very gendered language as well, so I assumed that Google Translate (or any other site/app) would pick up on the gender while translating? Is that not the case at all and instead gives you the masc version, even if you’re typing in fem?

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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Do you think you could do a fic about a one on one confrontation between Aang and Zuko over Katara?

Aang bounced his leg up and down in agitation. Katara was late, but that was alright. He had been early. The clock on the wall told him that he had been waiting for an hour, and she was only ten or so minutes late.

He was facing away from the door. He had taken the opposite seat at first, but he thought Katara coming in to see him watching the door door for her arrival would make him look desperate. Which, to be clear, he was not. Still, each time the door opened behind him, it took all his willpower to just cast a quick, casual glance behind him.

Casual

That was the word for the evening. He had picked this tavern because it was lowkey. Out of the way. He'd worn a knitted hat and neutral colored clothes so that it wasn't immediately obvious that he was the Avatar. The patrons at the tavern were working class, and stopping in for tea- or something slightly stronger- on their way home. Aang wasn't sure they would care that they were in the presence of the Avatar even if they knew. It was a good thing, though. Aang remembered that Katara didn't like it when he was swarmed by friends when his attention was supposed to be on her. That would not happen tonight.

Fifteen minutes after Katara was meant to arrive, Aang saw a carriage pull to a stop outside the tavern. It was unmarked, but clearly carrying someone wealthy. It was her! Aang was certain. He forced himself to keep facing forward, with his back to the door, holding his teacup to make himself look busy. He heard light foot steps heading towards him, and his breath grew short with excitement. He looked up with bright smile on his face, ready to greet Katara.

"I'm so glad you-" Aang stood to greet her only to be met by a tall, hooded man, instead of the small, lovely woman he'd been waiting for.

"Aang," Zuko greeted him and slid into the seat across from him.

"What are you doing here?" Aang demanded, his face twisted as if he'd taken bite of something spoiled. Zuko motioned for him to have a seat.

"Katara sent me," he explained.

"No," Aang gaped at him and shook his head. "She said she would keep this between us. No way she told you. You must have...have forced her to tell you or read her diary or something." To his ever increasing aggravation, Zuko looked amused.

"You and I both know I couldn't force her to do anything," he said. "And I don't know if she keeps a diary, but probably not. Katara told me on her own. The day you visited the palace, actually. She didn't know what you wanted, but she said she wasn't comfortable coming to see you." Aang just stared down at him in shock. When Zuko bade him to sit again, he complied, if for no other reason than his legs seemed to not want to support him anymore.

"Why would she tell you?" he asked, more to himself than to Zuko. "Why wouldn't she want to see me?" Zuko raised his brow at that. He grabbed a cup from the table between them- the cup that was meant for Katara- and helped himself to some of the tea.

"I think you know why," Zuko said. He took a sip of the tea, made a face and set it aside. Then he sighed and leaned forward with his elbows on the table. "Aang, we need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you," Aang spat out. He crossed his arms and scowled at the fireplace next to them. This was, he thought, the most romantic seat in the place, and it was wasted on Zuko, his ex-best friend.

"That's fair," Zuko said. "But I have something to say to you. It's been three years, Aang. Why are you still bothering her?" Heat rolled through Aang from his toes to his scalp. He turned his scowl from the floor to Zuko. A few years ago, Aang would have gone into the Avatar State, but after he'd accidentally leveled a farm, Katara had told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to learn to control his power of lose her forever, he'd found Guru Pathik and finished what he'd started a long time ago. His anger no longer led to terrible displays of his power.

"I love her," he told Zuko as if it were the most obvious truth in the world. To Aang, it was the most obvious truth in the world. Zuko, though, just sat there with that pitying look on his face. For a split instant, Aang was tempted to give him another scar to match the one on his face.

"If you really love Katara," Zuko said, "then listen to her."

"I'm trying!" Aang insisted. "But she won't give me a chance to hear her."

"Oh no?" Zuko sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "So, when she told you she didn't want to be with you anymore and you decided to keep pursuing her for three years, that was you listening?"

"That was because she needed me to master the..." Aang looked around nervously and dropped his voice, "Avatar State! And I have!"

"The world needed that," Zuko scoffed. "What about two years ago, when she told you we were dating, and you still decided to keep pursuing her? Were you listening then?"

"That isn't fair!"

"No, it isn't," Zuko agreed. "It isn't fair that you keep putting Katara in the position to hurt your feelings. She wanted to stay friends with you, you know. She still cares about you."

"Because she knows deep down that we are meant to be!" Aang insisted. "If you would just let her go-"

"I'm not the one who needs to let go," Zuko said. "Katara is a very smart woman who knows what she wants. If she told me tomorrow that she didn't want to be with me, I'd believe her. The only time Katara has ever doubted herself is because she knew what she wanted would hurt someone else. She cares for you, but she isn't in love with you. You have to learn to be okay with that. You're too old to still be acting this way."

Aang's shoulders sagged heavily. He stared at the table for a long moment. At 22, he had faced challenges that would've broken most people. He mastered all forms of bending by age 12, single handedly ended a war, and had begun the process of resurrecting his entire culture from the dead. He'd done it all in the face of impossible odds. And he'd done all of it through sheer force of will. Even getting Katara in the first place had been through persistence. He had been in love with her for over a decade. How could he give up on her now?

"I won't give up," Aang said quietly. He looked up and saw the disappointment on Zuko's face.

"Then you're going to lose her," he said. Aang's face contorted with anger.

"I've already lost her!" he hissed. "I'm going to get her back!" Zuko regarded Aang thoughtfully for a long while. Then he sighed and stood up.

"Well, I tried," he said. "And since you've proven you can't be trusted, you're never going to be alone with Katara again."

"Worried she'll come to her senses?" Aang taunted. Zuko raised his brow, and his lips curled into the most infuriating smirk.

"No," he said. "I'm worried that the world leaders might frown on the Fire Lady decking the Avatar."

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Aang's hands and feet felt numb and he was genuinely afraid his heart had stopped beating. Fire Lady. That meant...

"We've been engaged for a month," Zuko told him not unkindly. "We've already told the others. We're going to make a public announcement next week. Katara thought it be best that you find out before then. She wanted to have everything settled between you two before the wedding. She still wants you there, you know. But only if you promise you're done pressing her."

His words reached Aang as if he were speaking underwater. There must be some mistake, Aang thought. Katara- his Katara- couldn't be marrying someone else. Especially not Zuko, who had once been one of Aang's best friends. Aang longed to wipe the pitying look off of Zuko's face. He thought he'd won, Aang realized. He really thought Katara was in love with him, but Aang was her destiny. He had to be. After all, how many women would turn down the love of the Avatar? Yes, Zuko was a king, but Aang was the savior of the world. Surely, that had to trump. Aang stood up before his mind had caught up to him.

"Aang." Zuko was looking up at him with a furrowed brow. Fake concern. Fake like his friendship. Fake like his declaration that he would let Katara go if she wanted to leave him.

"I have to go," Aang mumbled. Then he bowed his head once and hurried out of the little shop. He could feel Zuko's pitying eyes on him as he left, but it didn't matter. Nothing matter except Katara.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #zutara #ask prompt #fanfic #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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grizzersmamma · 11 months

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Uncle Tiger | König x F!Reader | Part 1.

Summary: You've come down with a frightful illness and König is left to fend for himself with the children. Luckily for him, Horangi comes to the rescue. Will the two be able to manage without you?

Notes: A continuation of One Surprise, Two Surprise & Negotiations and Defeats. There will be a second part to this fic, I just didn't want it to get too long. Would people actually be interested in a proper series rather than just random snippets?

Pairing: König x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Illness.

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

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König had been planning for today to be a fun day for you. A comfortable morning of nothing but sleeping in, cuddled up with him and not needing to worry about getting up to feed the twins. He had already defrosted some bottles of your manually expressed milk in advance, so he could feed them without disturbing you.

Later in the day, you would head out into the city to meet up with your friends for lunch, introducing them to Lukas and Anna for the first time while König would remain at home to catch up on some of the housework that the both of you had begun to fall behind on. Afterwards, while you enjoy an afternoon of retail therapy, he would spend it catching up with Horangi.

Unfortunately, life has recently decided that it doesn’t care what König has planned.

You had woken up with the worst sore throat you can remember, struggling to so much as breathe without it feeling like sandpaper is being scraped down your throat. Every cough that tears through you has your body shaking violently, causing you to curl in on yourself with weak whimpers. A fierce fever has left you delirious, refusing to do anything but curl into König’s side, leeching the heat from his massive body.

It had physically pained him to pry your arms off of him so he could get up and feed the little ones, abandoning you to a rapidly cooling bed. He does his best to be quick so he can return with some water, medicine and a mug of warm tea.

After ensuring that you’ve downed both the painkillers and a full glass of water, König offers you another blanket, tucking you in tightly. There’s nothing he would prefer to do then climb back into bed with you and let you bury your snotty face into the crook of his neck, drooling all over him like you had been doing earlier. But he can’t risk catching whatever illness you have, not with the potential of passing it on to Lukas or Anna.

“Is there anything else I can grab for you, liebling?” König asks quietly, half out of the door.

You simply groan at him, burying further into the pillow under you with a huff.

König gives a tiny laugh at the dramatics but decides to allow you to rest. He’ll check in on you again routinely, but for now he needs to focus on the two babies starting to whine from their nursery. The two little ones are laying in their shared bassinet again, grumbling at one another due to the lack of attention from their parents.

Anna lights up when she sees her father, squealing in excitement. Her little arms flail and her legs kick out, cooing up at him and trying to reach out with grabby fingers. “Hallo, Anna,” König hums, offering one of his hands to the little girl. She grabs onto it, pulling it close to her chest so she can nuzzle her soft face against the rough calluses.

Her brother just blinks at the two of them, accepting the hand König offers to him but barely paying it any mind. He’s always been much more interested in watching what his sister is doing than attempting to do things himself, entirely enthralled with the way Anna giggles while inspecting their father’s fingers.

Lukas reaches out one of his own hands to try and grab the hand Anna is currently playing with, uninterested in König’s other hand. He wants the hand Anna has, not a different one. He starts to whine when he’s unable to steal it from her, kicking out in annoyance while his eyes start to fill with tears at this terribly cruel treatment.

Anna stares her brother in the eyes, before shoving König’s hand in her mouth, gumming at one of his fingers.

König attempts to calm Lukas by gently tickling the boy’s stomach, desperate to draw his attention before the child can start screaming. “Look, you have a hand right here,” he tries, waving it in the boy’s face. In a last-ditch effort to stop this from devolving into tears, he pulls his hand from Anna and offers it to Lukas.

The relief he gets from seeing his son’s face light up is short lived as almost immediately Anna shrieks. Her chubby little hands start grasping for the hand unfairly stolen from her clutches, fat tears already rolling down her cheeks. “No no no, you can have this hand here, liebe,” he sighs, watching as the tiny girl swats at his hand, only wanting the one Lukas now has.

Hostage negotiation was easier than keeping these two content.

He eventually settles on moving both children from their crib and into the living room so that he can hopefully get some housework done while keeping them somewhat entertained. The two baby rockers you had invested in have been nothing short of a godsent, providing somewhere safe and comfortable for them to rest while you and König run around the house.

Lukas enjoys sitting in the rocker, more than happy to relax and simply watch the world around him, waiting patiently for one of his parents to provide him with some attention. Anna, on the other hand, would quickly grow bored, whining and wriggling about to try and catch someone’s gaze. More often than not, Lukas will be playing with the brightly coloured toys attached to the rocker, while Anna excitedly squeals at her mother and father.

Unfortunately, both babies seem to be able to sense something is amiss and are determined to make it impossible for König to get anything done. The moment he tries to step away one of them will burst into tears, screaming and sobbing and flailing about until he comes back again.

Anna was particularly bad – always being the more social of the two – shrieking until her face was bright red and her little voice had grown hoarse. In the end, only three dishes are washed and two of them dried, before König has to give in and scoop the little girl up again. She immediately calms upon seeing her dad again, offering him her signature gummy smile when she’s lifted up and pressed against his chest.

With a sigh, König sits down on the carpet, letting Anna rest her back against him as she sits in his lap. She’s having her own little conversation in baby-talk, one of her tiny fists gripping at the soft material of his pants. Occasionally, she will squeal at her brother, trying to draw him into her very important discussion.

The morning is otherwise quiet, with only the soft sound of birds chattering just outside the window and König is hopeful that you’re getting some peaceful rest now that the little ones are somewhat content. The temperature has recently been much warmer in the past few weeks and the countryside seems to have sprung back to life, filling the world with newborn animals and vibrant flowers.

It is the perfect weather for spending time outside on the grass. The outdoors is a favourite of Lukas, the little boy obsessed with the beautiful bulbs that have recently bloomed in the backyard. He grows most upset whenever König stops him from shoving any of the various plants into his mouth, staring at him like he’s just been insulted.

Sadly, it seems that getting some fresh air recently hadn’t done you much good, judging by how ill you are.

After a few hours have passed and they’ve had some playtime on the carpet, König sets the two babies back down again for a nap. He has the chance to check in on you again, making you down some more medication and another glass of water to ensure you’re still hydrated. You had barely touched the tea and it had long since grown cold.

He brings you a fresh one, gently encouraging you up into a sitting position after stacking several pillows behind you to ensure you’re as comfortable as possible.

“How are the babies?” You weakly choke out, voice scratchy and raw. You’re forced to take a sip of your tea to stop yourself from coughing too much when the irritation at the back of your throat continues to get worse.

König perches himself on the end of the bed, wishing he could crawl closer to you, but settling for gently resting a hand on your leg. “They’re having a nap right now, but they’ll be due for feeding soon.”

You nod, unable to really respond and instead sipping at your tea in silence. Despite the pain you’re in, it’s a comfortable silence that follows, you simply resting, battling against the urge to fall asleep while König simply offers silent support.

A knock on the door breaks the moment and König gently pets your knee, “ah, that will probably be Horangi,” he hums, visibly cringing. In all honesty he’d completely forgotten to tell his friend that their fun day together would have to be put on hold. “Will you be okay, mein Vögelchen?” he asks softly, reaching out to gently take the mug from your hands as it was beginning to droop dangerously in your sleepy state.

He hears you mumble something, but you’re clearly about to drift off. After placing your mug down on the bedside table, he moves your body so that you’re laying down buried under the covers.

König closes the bedroom door as quietly as possible, before rushing toward the front door, just as another knock rings out. The sound is particularly loud in the quiet house and König holds his breath, praying that the children haven’t been disturbed. It’s all silent for several long seconds, only for the inevitable sound of sobbing to come from the nursery down the hall.

With a sigh, König deflates a little, reaching to unlatch the chain keeping the front door closed and pulling the door open.

“Hey König,” Horangi offers him a relaxed grin – or at least König assumes it’s a grin, it’s difficult to tell for sure with the mask covering the lower half of his face – sliding off his sunglasses, Horangi is about to step inside, when he pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Is that your kids? I thought they were going to be out with the missus?”

“She isn’t my wife... yet,” König mumbles, knowing the tips of his ears are probably bright red. He knows he always gets so flustered whenever the discussion turns to his relationship with you, blushing like a teenager talking about his first crush.

Horangi just snickers at him as he’s led closer to the sound of crying, “König. Buddy. That woman adores you, lives in your house, looks after your grandmother while you’re away and has had your children.”

“Ja, I know, I know,” König huffs, picking at his fingernails. He would love to marry you, but the thought of actually having to propose? That’s enough to set every single one of his nerves alight. He doesn’t doubt you would agree to it, not with how many times you’ve proven how dedicated you are to your relationship with him, but anxiety is a cruel beast.

He forces himself to shake off the thoughts, finally answering his friend’s question. “Unfortunately, she is quite sick at the moment, so we will be watching the children while she rests. If... If that’s alright with you, of course, I know you came here so we could game, bu-”

Horangi quickly cuts his nervous rambling short by waving his hand, unbothered. “Relax, I’m sure we can play another time. I was far more interested in meeting my niece and nephew anyway,” he grins, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Your niece and nephew?” König asks, chuckling.

“We are brothers in all but blood, no?” the man hums, “that makes your family my family.”

When they reach the nursery, König can clearly see that Anna is the one creating all the racket, little arms flailing about to ensure her displeasure is known. He picks up Lukas first, handing him off to Horangi before gently shushing the girl when he leans over the cradle again, scooping her up and automatically starting to bounce her up and down.

Horangi accepts the small boy from him, leaning Lukas back so he can rest comfortably against his arm, staring up at him. “Annyeong, Lukas,” Horangi coos, lowering his mask so he can offer the young child a smile, “I’m your keunappa.” The baby is entirely unperturbed by the large gash on the side of the man’s face, blinking up at him with a curious coo.

König can’t help smiling slightly when Lukas starts chattering away to Horangi, tiny hands playing with the mask hanging in front of him. “Lukas isn’t usually so talkative, especially with strangers,” he admits, happy that the boy is comfortable with being held by Horangi.

“That’s because I’m his favourite samchon,” the other man offers König a toothy grin, clearly very pleased with himself.

König snorts, rolling his eyes, “Hong-jin, you’re his only uncle.”

Horangi simply sniffs, indignant. “Good, then there will be no doubt that I am clearly the best.”

He laughs a little harder at that, genuinely touched that Horangi seems to be so invested in his honourary niece and nephew. “Well, I’m glad you like them both already,” he grins, brushing a kiss over the top of Anna’s head, “I’m sure we’ll be just fine looking after them on our own.”

And just like that, König manages to jinx everything.

#writing #call of duty modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig x reader #horangi call of duty #kim horangi hong jin

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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dorothea (part five of five) | h. targaryen

Description: Helaena hangs out in your hotel room for some 'classic sleepover.' Feelings come to life. Pairing: helaena targaryen/cam-girl!reader Author's Note: inspired by Aural Fixation (i cannot find the fic 😭)

part four

Helaena hasn't stopped staring at your phone for the past hour, waiting for any notification that would cement her suspicions. Any ping from onlyfans would make do - but there wasn't any. It seems like your phone was on silent mode.

A humble sigh escapes her mouth - she keeps staring at you, studying every curve on your face. Since the start of her suspicions, she hasn't been able to look at you clearly - all she sees is Dorothea Mae, the girl of her dreams - and perhaps there wasn't any difference between the both of you.

"Are you okay, babe?" a frown is etched on your face while leaning deeper into her touch. Helaena was a human heater - she was always so fucking warm. "Y-yes," she stutters - keeping her phone away from view - lest you see all her notifications from Adam and Eve.

"You're not paying attention to the show, I thought we were going to talk about it after." you whine, slowly taking your eyes away from the screen. The both of you were watching the new season of Black Mirror - Helaena seemed disinterested, and you couldn't understand why. She loved Black Mirror - she believes that it is a mirror of reality, no matter how satirical or exaggerated the show is.

"- the new season feels like a let down," she avoids your gaze, throwing her attention back on the screen. A gasp exits your mouth. "How dare you?" you chuckle softly - not agreeing with her.

"The third episode is kinda good." you defend the show - seeing a piece of your relationship with her inside of it. A laugh escapes her mouth. "I had to cover my eyes during the murder scene," she giggles - knowing that it was probably your favorite part.

"That is the best part," you breathe. A smile finds its way on her lips. She still knows you after all these years apart.

For a moment - she feels guilty for invading your personal space in onlyfans, knowing that there was decades of love between you.

You were her everything.

Her first crush. Her first best friend. Her first real friend.

"Fuck," you curse - seeing that your phone was drained. "W-why? Were you waiting for someone?" she found the power to ask. She was bitterly thrown back into reality - back to her pre-conceived notions about you. "No - I need to search the ending of this episode, or else I won't be able to watch." you close your eyes, reaching for the remote. "Can I borrow your laptop?" you raise your eyebrows - and she complies without second thought. '

She could hear the hair pin drop.

Her search history was as follows: 'don't stop believin lyrics' 'instagram captions harry potter' and finally 'dorothea mae onlyfans'

Everything begins to happen in show motion, the opening of your mouth and the closing of her laptop. "Wow," you breathe - biting back the chuckle that wanted to escape your mouth.

"I-I didn't know that it was you at first." she alibis, and the chuckle escapes your mouth. "- but somewhere along the lines, you did." you insinuated - eyes narrowing at her flushed features.

So beautiful.

"It does make sense - I magically had a new female client." you place a finger to your lips - pretending to be disappointed in her. "If you want to stop being friends, I totally understand." she closes her eyes - waiting for you to stand up and leave her. - but instead she feels a soft pair of lips on hers.

'Quand on n'a que l'amour' the credits began to roll.

Helaena could feel a pair of arms trailing down her loose shirt. "Helaena," you moan her name like a solemn prayer. 'À offrir en prière' the song continues. "I've loved you since we were seventeen," you confess - eyes twinkling at the very mention of love.

'Pour les maux de la terre.'

"I've loved you since we were fourteen." she chuckles in response.

'En simple troubadour' the song continued to sing - echoing through your small hotel room. "I'm never letting you go again," you whisper - pressing another kiss on her strawberry lips.

toelicker69: a day in the life of a dink couple.

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Haunted

There's a ghost in your apartment, you're sure of it, but you're the only one who seems to realize something is amiss. The longer the haunting goes on without any logical explanation, the worse your emotional state gets.

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Yeah. I fucking went there. CHAPTER 8 THOOOOO

This is a journal entry from Aziraphale - set the night after Armegedhowaboutno. Enjoy folks, it is a bit shorter this one, but some of the upcoming chapters will be much longer to compensate!

Starfield has been dominating my evenings at the moment, but I am determined to get this written! Damn you, Todd Howard, and your brilliant but terrible game release schedule!

I love it tho.

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Naamah's Secret

Author: genevra1676

Artist: LadyShadowphyre

Challenge: SPN Pro-Ship Bang

Chapters: 9/9

Words: 40743

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Other Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte, Gwen Campbell, John Winchester, Kate Millegan, Castiel

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Prince Samuel de la Courcel, middle child of the king and queen of Terre d'Ange, goes to the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers to pay for the services of one of their adepts, Dean Champbelle nó Eglantine, after hearing him sing and spends a steamy night together; however, Sam neglects to tell Dean that they’re half-brothers--that the king had had an illicit affair with Dean’s mother before marrying the queen—because he’d become enamored with Dean's beauty and music. As the two continue their passionate relationship and fall in love, how long can Sam keep their familial connection a secret from Dean before the truth comes out, leaving him to determine how to atone for his deception?

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The Manarola Hike of a Lifetime

Le Chevre and El Topo go on a hike on a rocky trail near Manarola, Italy, and it is tougher than they expected.

Author's Note: This is my first El Topo / Le Chevre fic! The story itself is loosely based on my recent experience in Manarola, Italy, one of the towns in the Cinque Terre, and climbing this very tough, rocky trail! I immediately thought of Le Chevre, and the idea for this story came to me. It is set in the present-day and post-canon. This has to be one of the shortest fics I've ever written, but I didn't want to make it any longer.

Friendships: None

Romantic pairings: Carmen / Ivy, El Topo / Le Chevre

Words: 420

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43588810

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1294808183-the-manarola-hike-of-a-lifetime

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/15392370/Manarola-Hike-of-a-Lifetime

Characters: Carmen Sandiego, Ivy, El Topo, Le Chevre

Le Chevre huffed. His friend, with digging gloves, which had claws attached to them, stood on the nearby ledge. “I thought you were a mountain goat,” El Topo said, almost taunting him. Annoyed, Le Chevre replied, “I’m trying! But, this is hard…even for me!” El Topo let out a raucous laugh. If a mountain had been nearby, they would have been buried in a huge snowdrift. His voice echoed through the valley around the beautiful city of Manarola.

Le Chevre’s face was as red as a ripe strawberry. He knew that, sometimes, El Topo would mess with him. This was one of those times. As they continued to ascend the trail, both of them happily said “Buongiorno!” to passing hikers, who often replied with one word: “Prego” or nodded their heads. The trail had not been what Le Chevre had been expecting, not at all.

He heard a somewhat unfamiliar voice call out, “Carm, you never said it would be this difficult!” The strange Bostonian accent reverberated in his ears. He then saw the trademark auburn hair he remembered, which did not fit the strange accent he heard. It was Carmen Sandiego, or as he originally knew her, as Black Sheep. She did not have on her trademark red fedora, nor her red waistcoat. Instead, she had on what looked like exercise clothes, which also could be used for hiking. She immediately recognized them.

“Hey, I never expected to see you both again after…VILE collapsed.” Before Le Chevre could say anything, El Topo interjected. “Just going through Cinque Terre, hiking from city to city. Today Manarola, tomorrow Riomaggario.”

Carmen wasn’t surprised. El Topo and Le Chevre were both fit, athletic men. She had sensed they were a couple, even when she was in crime school. While there, she had crushes on male and female students, but never acted on any of them. Sometimes she wished she had. However, when she saw El Topo and Le Chevre flirting, she looked over at Ivy. She then recognized, once again, that she had picked a good teammate, and now, a good girlfriend.

“Have a good hike!” Carmen hollered. Ivy then yelled, “nice to meet you!” Le Chevre and El Topo nodded. They were too tired to say anything in response. They held each other’s hands and continued climbing the onerous trail. “Onward!” Le Cheve shouted. El Topo smiled back.

This hike would only be the beginning of their adventures in the beautiful Italian Riviera, and many challenges laid ahead for them.

End Note: I wrote this while I was in Italy a few months ago, along with the stories “A Firenze Gelateria and Carmen's Delight”, “Korra and Asami's Swim in Manarola's Natural Harbor”, and “Ivy’s Boboli Revenge and the Pitiful Palace” (working on), which I’m publishing on here, slowly. I had a lot of fun writing this story, even though I was sick while in Italy. I ended up typing it up many months later. Reading it makes me feel like I was there again!

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Hi there bestie!

Can u write a fic like yan!ot8 royalty au (idk if u write yan!) , or u can do it in a possessive way or something like that🥹

*sending u love and hug to raise ur filthy mindset 👀*

~Topaz: thank you for loving my stuff and I really dug into this troupe for this, I hope you enjoy. I got a little too carried away, but dealers choice lmao

A wolf in sheep's clothing

✧Pairing: poly! ateez x reader (f) ✧Genre: smut ✧Au: werewolf, royalty, yandere ✧Word Count: 2,088 ✧Warnings: YANDERE! ATEEZ! (beware), possessive tendencies, somnophilia, violent tendencies, ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI ✧Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta teaaaaam <3

Your life was meant to be easy. As the heir of a dukedom, in a remote part of Terre du L'Ange, you were simply required to ensure your people were well provided for. Your parents weren't keen on if you married or not, you had a brother who was continuing the line of your family. So you could live your life within the forest of your childhood.

It wasn't until a messenger on a horse came one stormy night to break the news: the king was dead. It was a sad day when your ruler passed on. Your mother cried in anguish and your father looked uncomfortable. But there was more to the message than just the king was gone…

The pact between Terre de l'Ange and Terre du Diable had fallen through with the king unable to finish negotiations. And with no heir to take his place… there was about to be a war brewing.

But a dark secret was discovered. You were actually the bastard child of the king. Your parents had married to hide this secret but the queen had known it all along. With no heir and the threat of a war, the queen had no choice but to summon you.

If you were to marry into the kingdom of Terre du Diable, there would be no war and now two kingdoms formed together. The High Queen of Terre du Diable et L'Ange has a ring to it. Thus your world was thrown upside down from living in your serene forest to being thrown to the wolves… quite literally. Only humans lived within Terre de L'Ange but only werewolves lived in Terre du Diable.

What anyone failed to inform you of, when you traveled to the Château du Loup, was that you were handfasted with eight different men and they all wanted you because whoever managed to get you pregnant first would become the king.

Seonghwa was the eldest, hair dark like a raven's feather, and courteous. Upon introduction, he bowed over your offered hand and kissed the back of it. Hongjoong was the second eldest, eyes alit with danger, and growled when you were introduced to the third. Seonghwa had to hold Hongjoong back from attaching himself to you. Yunho smiled and blushed, murmuring about being the first to dance with you during the ball. He laughed with a hand held over his mouth. Yeosang smiled serenely and promised to give you a tour of the menagerie and grounds and especially the gardens, after he brandished a white rose for you. San offered a different tour, how to get to his room and one of his body. He promised both would be very educational. Mingi promised that your boudoir would be full of beautiful dresses and breathtaking shoes. He wanted you to feel spoiled. Wooyoung launched his body against yours, hugging you tightly to his chest and squealing about how much fun this was going to be. His mood was full of sunshine but his grin suggested mischief. Jongho, the youngest, couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge you, not even looking at you when you were introduced. He muttered something about mating with humans being beneath him and then you were swept away to be shown your rooms.

It was up to you to approve of the mating, so whether the wolf princes liked it or not, if they wanted to be king, they had to do their best to get into your bed.

Yunho was the first to approach you, which surprised you. The ball that was thrown in your honor the day you had arrived provided him a perfect opportunity to dance you into a secluded corner. His tongue found your sensitive neck, licking at a spot just under your ear. “Let me have the first taste of you, princess,” he murmured into your skin. His delicate fingers pulled at your skirts, inching them slowly up so that he may sneak those same fingers under.

“Duchess,” You corrected him, “I’ve never been a princess.”

A small smile curled at the corner of his lips, “Duchess, then.”

“I’m hardly in any hurry,” You dismissed him. “They already picked me, after all.”

Yunho frowned at you. “I can’t argue with that.”

“Exactly,” You winked at him and then moved back to the ball.

San was next, now that one came as no surprise. He was waiting at your door for you to retreat for the night, stating you were tired from your travels. The small braids that held his hair from his face only underlined how sharp his cheekbones were. “Darling, I’ve been waiting for you,” He smirked from the shadows.

“Ah yes, you owe me a tour of your body, didn’t you say?” You quipped.

San giggled, high and childlike. “Straight to the point. I like you.”

You laughed under your breath. “You don’t have to like me. You just have to fuck me.”

San’s pupils blew at your words but he frowned. “I would hope it would be a bit more than that. We will be spending a lifetime together if I get you round with child.”

You cocked your head, curious. “Surely you don’t expect me to give you my heart upon the first night of meeting.”

San smiled crookedly. “No. But a small crush would do.”

“Okay. I’ll admit. I like you just a little bit,” You teased.

San’s grin grew wider. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Shall we?” indicating he would join you in your bedroom.

“I don’t think so,” You replied. You tapped your finger on his nose and then went into your room alone.

You had already made a decision that you would not be fucking anyone on your first night. You didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, you certainly didn’t want to get knocked up by anyone you weren’t sure of, and most importantly, you did not want to seem like this was going to be an easy task.

What you hadn't expected was for Wooyoung to sneak into your bed that night. You woke up to some light caresses and mischievous giggle. “You’re a deep sleeper, lover,” Wooyoung cooed.

If it wasn’t for your lower half drenching, with Wooyoung’s fingers already deep in your cunt, you might have protested. But your back arched when he curled his fingers inside of you and you groaned loudly. “You make such cute noises when you’re asleep, I couldn't help myself. It’s your fault really.”

“Woo…young!” You panted in between being finger-fucked by one of your partners, “I am…not your…plaything!”

“I know, I know!” Wooyoung protested, “I only came in here to watch you sleep. But then you started to make these noises and I knew you needed something in you. The way you clenched your thighs together told me so!”

You grabbed the back of Wooyoung’s neck and pulled him close. The smug way he licked his lips told you everything you needed to know. “Make me come and then you leave,” You growled.

“Whatever you say, lover,” Wooyoung chirped.

Seonghwa was outside of your door to escort you to breakfast. He offered his arm and you curled your hand around it. “To what do I owe this honor?” You mused out loud.

“I made sure our cooks prepared a scrumptious breakfast for you and I would be loathe for you to miss it,” Seonghwa smiled charmingly for you.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “Not here to check if anyone was in my room?”

Seonghwa’s nostrils flared with quick anger but it was replaced by his charm. “Was there someone in your room last night?”

“Oh yes,” You informed him. “One of your rivals visited me in the wee hours. He’s quite skilled with his fingers.”

Seonghwa’s eyes traveled back and forth, trying to figure out who you were talking about with your vague hint. “Yunho? I saw him approach you during the ball.”

You shook your head, “Now now, Seonghwa. It wouldn’t be very wise for me to tell you who it was, would it?”

That’s when you found your back pressed up against the wall. “I will chop off the offending hand that laid itself upon you,” Seonghwa snarled.

You reached up and patted his cheek. “No need. I simply need some breakfast and then I’ll be plenty refreshed for today.”

Seonghwa let you go, bewildered that you simply skimmed over his outburst of anger. And that you didn’t mind that someone crept into your rooms.

After breakfast, Yeosang approached you about showing you around the castle. You accepted and he smiled serenely. Yeosang was the epitome of a well of information. You didn’t manage to absorb a single thing he had shown you or told you, however, breath taken away by his side profile.

“Thank you, Yeosang.” You couldn't help but brush strands of his hair out of his eyes.

Yeosang blinked quickly but his hand was even faster to wrap around your wrist as you went to pull away. “Please,” He whimpered, “Don’t stop.”

You raked your hand through his hair and he whimpered at the stimulation. “I would do anything so that you could do this for me all day,” he admitted.

“It would be an honor to gaze upon your face for an entire day, Yeosang,” You giggled.

Yeosang sighed happily in response.

Next, to the calm rain that was Yeosang, came in the fiery storm that was Hongjoong. In the afternoon, when you decided to read in the garden’s, Hongjoong came out of nowhere, diving at a servant who was attending you. You couldn't see exactly what was going on, but by the sounds of pain and the grunts, you were assuming Hongjoong was defending your honor from an unseen attack.

Hongjoong was panting when he stood up in the shrubbery. You had long put down your book and watched with big eyes as the blood splattered prince approached you. “I will never let another man look at you like that,” He growled.

His hand came out to cup your cheek. His thumb stroked your cheek bone. “You are mine, do you hear me, my love?”

“But Hongjoong--” You were interrupted when Hongjoong’s lips came crashing down upon yours. He bit and pulled and sucked at your lips, like you truly were his.

Mingi knocked quietly on your door in the evening, in which you allowed him in. He went straight to your boudoir and discarded the dresses that simply would not work with your body type or skin tone. “Only the best for my doll,” Mingi insisted.

You were one step behind him, arms clasped behind your back. “Are there any dresses that match an outfit of yours, perhaps?” You wondered curiously.

Mingi turned around, his tongue caught between his teeth. “Why of course, my doll, I wish for everyone to know that you prefer me.”

“Now now, Mingi, I can’t show favoritism yet,” You scolded him.

“But you will wear what I ask of you, will you not? For me?” Mingi furrowed his eyebrows, “Surely you would?”

When you nodded slowly, a huge grin almost split Mingi’s face. “Perhaps you already favor me. But we don’t have to tell the others. They’ll get jealous.”

You learned Mingi was a liar that day when he told Jongho all about how you had proclaimed him as the favorite. The next morning, Jongho had cornered you, his face politely devoid of any emotion. “You can’t be stupid enough to have picked someone you liked the most already,” Jongho spat at you.

You shook your head. “Of course not, Jongho, I’ve yet to speak to you.”

Jongho looked taken aback. A light blush sprinkled along his face and he began to stutter. “Wh-what do you mean?”

You smirked, “Why, Jongho, you won’t even look at me. Whatever have I done to make you so cold towards me?”

Jongho’s eyes were on the floor, a small pout pulling his pink lips. “N-nothing, I just don’t like strangers.”

“But we’re not strangers, are we, Jongho? We are handfasted and should exchange affections.” You ruffled his hair and Jongho yelled at you. When you pulled away, he demanded you don’t stop. “You’re sending me mixed signals, sir,” You teased him.

“Puh-please,” Jongho stuttered, “I would like to feel your affections some more. Please.”

Half of the wolf princes were wrapped around your finger and the other half were pulling at the bit to be let loose upon you. You knew one thing for sure: you didn’t miss your serene forest anymore. This was too much fun.

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 192. brb x oc

a/n: I'm a bit better from my cold and I hope you guys are all oka(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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She had to admit that going home the very next morning was great. She stretched her arms over her head once they walked past the threshold, her smile widening as she heard Rooster’s footsteps behind and he slowly approached until his arms were wrapped under her bust. She giggled, tilting her head to the side to give him enough area to kiss, which he wasted no time in doing, “Hi,” he coos against her ear, dropping his hands to her stomach “Do you want me to hold it?”

“Yeah,” she sighed in relief when he pushed her pregnant belly up just a tidbit, it was getting a bit harder nowadays but she could handle, but this was still very welcome, “Thank you.”

“Hm, don’t mention it.” he says as he kisses her cheek, nuzzling his nose against her skin as he sighs with a smirk, “That was fun.” he feels her face get warm over his words and chuckles softly at her affirmative hum, “I missed you being so bold in the bedroom.” her conundrum of words was her only response, it made no sense but Rooster understood. He chuckles again, kissing her cheek one last time before propping his chin on top of her head, ‘When did your parents say we could get Nikki?”

“Around eight.” she says, checking her phone, “It’s…still seven, so. I know they want to stay with her for a while.” she explains, placing the phone away before leaning back into his chest, breathing deeply through her nose, something her husband immediately noticed.

“Why the long sigh?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” she offers him a small smile, ‘Just…thinking about the bar is all. Do you think we can visit them? I mean,I know I’m pregnant so I can’t really stay too much but I really miss them.”

Rooster holds her a little tighter, understanding her desire to see their friends at the bar. "I think we can definitely visit them," he says, his voice warm and reassuring. "We don't have to stay long, just enough to catch up and say hello." he pauses, “Unless Shells tells us to stay and blocks the way out.”

Beatrice laughs softly, feeling grateful for his understanding. "That sounds perfect," she replies. "I miss everyone. It's been too long since we've all been together." she blinks, “Okay,maybe not that long but still…”

"No,no, it has," he agrees, "I'll call the gang and let them know we're coming by later tonight."

She smiles, looking up at him with affection. "Thank you, Roos," she says, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "You always know how to make me happy."

He grins, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "And you always know how to make me happy," he replies, "And how to make you scream my nam-." she swats his shoulder quickly, huffing with embarrassment before stepping away from him. “What? It’s true!”

“You are terrible.”

“Hmhm.” he drops his eyes down to her ass as she walks away, “I’m awful and I’m crazy about you.”

Beatrice’s angry façade drops towards a warmer expression, shaking her head and then looking around the house for a bit. She is quiet, her hands interlacing under the curve of her pregnant belly as she closes her eyes, “...I can hear it.” she whispers, with a smile on her face.

Rooster steps closer to her, his hand gently resting on her back. "Hear what, gorgeous?"

"The tiny footsteps," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can hear them in my mind, Roos. Our little ones, running around the house, laughing and playing. Maybe screaming a bit if they are anything like Nicole appears to."

He smiles, pulling her into a warm embrace, kissing her forehead.. "That's because they will be," he says tenderly, "I kinda imagine it too.."

Beatrice leans into his embrace, her brows furrowing." Uh, no,I…I can hear them, as in,” she points to her ears, “Really hear them.” Bradley blinks down at her, then leans his head back with his brows furrowed, “...like Nikki.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,hah.” she mutters, “I’m still nervous sharing that with you. I know you don’t care because you know my family and everything, but you know…”

“I don’t really mind if your family is the type of supernatural that can hear babies.” he shrugs, “As long they are ours,I don’t think I can be a father to a Victorian child who died of tuberculosis at age five.” he makes a face, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

Beatrice laughs, swatting his arm playfully. "You're terrible," she says, "But I love you." She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "Well…anyway, we should have breakfast. While I do like the idea of a hotel breakfast,I-"

“I think we both wanted to be here as soon as possible because of Nikki,” he adds, letting go of her body so she steps back into the kitchen, “I get it,gorgeous.”

Beatrice nods, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, you're right," she says, "I just wanted to be home with Nikki. Plus, I have a sudden craving for pancakes, and I know you make the best pancakes in town."

Rooster grins, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Well, I can't disappoint the pregnant lady," he says playfully, kissing her hair "Pancakes it is!"

“The Bradshaw Pancakes.”

“Yes,ma’am.”

She watches him from the doorframe with one of her hands touching the threshold, she looks back upstairs to where she knew the dogs are, finding odd they haven’t trotted all the way down to greet them but deciding they chose to sleep in today. They all needed a break. Beatrice sighs, hugging herself while walking into the kitchen, pursing her lips with her eyes locked on Rooster, “So,Lieutenant-Commander,” he has his back to her but she knows he stilled his movements as soon as she let that out, “When will that be official?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she shrugs, “Will there be…a ceremony to promote you or something?”

Rooster laughs after a few seconds, grabbing some bowls from the cabinets, ‘Yes, well, it’s the norm. I don’t know when,I’m sure they’ll notify me when that’s available…let’s hope I’ll be calm by then. When I got to Lieutenant, holy shit,I thought I was going to faint on the spot.”

Beatrice chuckles, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. "You'll do great, just like you always do," she says softly, "You've worked so hard for this, and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way."

He turns around in her embrace, his arms wrapping around her. "Thank you, gorgeous," he says, his voice filled with gratitude, "Your support means everything to me. I couldn't have done it without you."

She smiles up at him, her hand gently caressing his cheek. "You've always had the strength and determination," she says, "I'm just here to remind you of it when you forget."

Rooster leans down to kiss her, their lips meeting in a sweet and tender embrace. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispers against her lips, "But I'm grateful every day."

Beatrice's heart swells with love for this man, kissing his cheek back, “I’m grateful too…can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“What’s the um…whole ceremony like? Will there be a ceremony for you or…?” she felt embarrassed she still didn’t know much about the Navy nor any military things,considering they’ve been together for four years you’d think she’d know more.

Rooster smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind Beatrice's ear. "Of course, you can ask me anything," he says reassuringly. "The ceremony for a promotion in the Navy can vary depending on the rank and the branch. For my promotion to Lieutenant Commander, there will likely be a formal ceremony where I'll receive my new rank insignia."

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. "Typically, there will be a small gathering of fellow service members, friends, and family to witness the promotion. There may be speeches and acknowledgments, and I'll be presented with my new rank insignia, which I'll wear on my uniform." he smiles at her little ‘ooooohhh’ once she gets the information.

Beatrice listens attentively, nodding. "That sounds wonderful," she says, “Should I wear something formal? And how formal? Maybe I could call Marcus and–”

Rooster's smile widens,his eyes returning to the pancake mix. "Gorgeous, relax, you won’t have to worry about that yet.’

But Beatrice groans quietly, crossing her arms with a little pout "You're right," she says, "I just want to be prepared and make sure everything goes smoothly."

Rooster hums as he pours the pancake on the pan, hearing it sizzle"I know you do," he says with a warm smile, "And I appreciate it, but there's plenty of time to plan and prepare. We'll figure everything out together, okay?"

She nods, feeling comforted by his reassuring words. "Okay," she says, "It’ll be fine.” she didn’t know why she was nervous about it, there was no reason to. After all, it was just a ceremony to celebrate him,right? Nothing more.

Maybe because the only time she did go to something similar was during Admiral Kazansky’s celebration. It was a weird feeling, standing in a room with people who were mourning a friend or a superior. At least she had Bianca there alongside Rooster. “You’ll do fine, if that’s your worry. All you gotta do is stay within my line of sight so I can look at that pretty face.” he winks, flipping the pancake with his eyes still on Beatrice.

She didn’t know why but that was very attractive.

Perhaps it was his confidence.

Beatrice blushes at his compliment, feeling her heart flutter “Don't worry, I'll definitely be keeping my eyes on you during the ceremony. Hard not to.”

Rooster grins, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Having you there will help a lot." He flips another pancake and gestures for her to sit at the table. "Now, enough about the ceremony," he says, "Let's focus on these pancakes, shall we?"

After a great breakfast they went to pick Nicole up, which then prompted for a short walk to the beach, where they just remembered that Nikki had never been. It wasn’t that cold and there were other families walking around, they could do it for a little bit. Nicole stared at the huge blue space in front of her while Beatrice held her close, pointing her little hand towards it, “Ah?”

“That’s the ocean,Nikki.” her mother replies, waiting for Rooster to meet them and eventually help Beatrice down towards the sand. He kissed her knuckles once they were standing next to one another, earning a soft chuckle from his wife, “Thank you,Roos.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiles, dropping the sunglasses over his eyes and placing one of his rarely used caps on Nicole’s head. It flops a bit on her head but it doesn’t cover her eyes way too much, “She looks nice.”

Beatrice smiles, watching as Nikki takes in the sight of the ocean with wide eyes. "Yeah, she does," she agrees, walking a bit forward and sitting down on the sand with her "She's growing up so fast." She leans down to pick up a seashell, showing it to Nikki and explaining what it is. Nikki reaches out to touch it, her little fingers exploring the texture with curiosity.

Rooster kneels down beside them, joining in on the fun. "She's going to love the beach when she's older," he says, "Building sandcastles, playing in the water...it'll be so much fun."

“Surfing.”

“Surfing?”

Beatrice nods, “I have a feeling she’ll be into some sports…and some of them will be…less than safe. But she’ll manage it.” she laughs, turning her head to the side and then blinking, “Oh…we are really close to the Hard Deck.

Rooster leans back on his arms and looks towards the bar just like she was. "Yeah,I’ve noticed. There’s no one there right now,right?"

“No, it’s lunch time.”

“Hm.” then why was there a weird car not too far from it and a person almost peeking inside? He pursed his lips while paying attention, Beatrice was busy talking to Nikki to notice what was going on. Rooster keeps his eyes on the scene but moves a bit closer to Bea and Nikki, furrowing his brows when he sees that the man is slowly backing away.

"Hey, gorgeous," he says, trying to keep his voice calm, "Slowly look towards the bar.”

Beatrice looks up at him, noticing the serious look in his eyes. She glances over to where he's looking and sees the person lingering near the bar. "Who’s that?”

“I don’t know.” he mutters, looking away just in time as the guy looked at the beach. Rooster’s frame was large enough that he could hide both of his girls without worries.

Rooster's heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to assess the situation. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but he can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. The man's behavior seems suspicious, and Rooster's instincts are telling him to be cautious.

Beatrice keeps her gaze on Rooster, her heart racing as well. She trusts his judgment and knows that he will keep them safe. She gently scoops up Nikki and holds her close, trying to keep her calm and distracted from the tension in the air.

The man near the bar finally walks away, and Rooster lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He quickly stands up, keeping a watchful eye on the area. "Let's head back home," he says to Beatrice, "I think it's best if we're somewhere more secure."

Beatrice nods, not questioning his decision. She knows he's just trying to protect them, and she feels safer with him by her side. They did just get there, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, “Is he still there?”

His sunglasses hide his gaze from the outside, irises moving from left to right, “No,I don’t see him.” but he keeps his arm on Beatrice’s lower back, gently guiding her back to the Bronco, “Wait in the car.”

“Huh?”

“I need to check something.” he opens the passenger door and doesn’t wait for Beatrice to question him again, he just tells her firmly but gently at the same time, to wait for him. She sits inside the Bronco but keeps her eyes on her husband as he walks towards the bar, eyes directed to the area the guy was.

Rooster walks with purpose, his senses on high alert. He tries not to draw too much attention to himself as he approaches the bar, but he keeps a close eye on his surroundings. The safety of his family is his top priority, and he won't take any chances.

As he gets closer to the bar, he sees the grains of sand right where the guy was, staring into the bar through one of the windows. He narrows his eyes, rubbing his fingers on the window sill with a frown, “...nothing.” it doesn’t appear the guy tried to open it, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling inside. Something was off.

Rooster's instincts are telling him that there's more to this situation than meets the eye. He examines the area around the bar, looking for any other signs of suspicious activity.But he stops, reminding himself that he had to go home…and talk to Penny once he was able.

But he does take a picture of the shoe print, just to be sure, before he walks away.

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