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❝ A PRINCESS’ WILL ❞ ; BADA LEE

synopsis──after an assassination attempt, the queen invites the very best fighters from across the land to compete for the great honor of protecting you, the princess.

content──bada lee x unnamed fem!oc (reader). princess!reader, soldier under disguise!bada. currently unedited, pls be nice lol. fictional combination of medieval european and korea’s joseon dynasty aspects bc im not too concerned about making it realistic. incorrect pronouns (when not in bada’s pov). this world is matrilineal bc I said so. bada's a flirt. eventual smut w/ switch!bada.

word count ── approx. 5.4k

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YOUR MOTHER’S STRONG HOLD—on the country, on the castle, on her children, and on you in particular as the oldest—was suffocating. You were destined to rule over millions, and your mother would not let you forget it. You had to be strong, caring for your people but unforgiving to others. That’s how she ruled. She’d shape you to be the same queen she was, and she’ll drill it into your head herself if she needs to.

Your pride would never allow you to say this to her face, but you supposed that she did a good enough job. The people loved her: she kept them safe and fed, gave them more than enough to start caring beyond their necessities and seek self-actualization, to flourish in the arts. She wasn’t very popular among foreign lands, and you might even go on to say that they feared her. She was often fair when wronged, but very rarely did she ever pardon those wrongs. She has never, in the time you've been alive.

Once, when you were very little and you were still taking lessons with some children of noble descent, you heard them repeat a saying they’d learn from their parents:

“Loving are her eyes, beauty bestowed, but fear the night the Hawk catches you lurking near her nest, lest you desire your entrails be fed to the eyas nights on end.”

They spoke of their Queen with reverence and adoration.

Her way of ruling worked well for many years; you got to live a life of peace and prosperity the entirety of your childhood. Not many other kingdoms can say the same.

On top of your queenly history lessons and politics and mathematics and the sciences, she wanted you to be good at protecting yourself. While she has acquired the most apt Royal Guard, a future queen must still be able to hold her own. She ordered only the best archers and swords to teach you, and you were…decent, at it. The years of practice successfully stuck some things into you: how to hold a sword and a bow and arrow, which body parts to target, how to be light in your feet (this one was specifically useful whenever you wanted to leave the royal palace).

In your defense, your natural sensibilities were drawn to something else entirely. You’d always say reading was a more sensible passage of time. You would spend hours upon hours lounging in one of the library nooks or on a blanket in the palace gardens, surrounded by the pastel of the flowers.

You were in that garden when the assassin took a knife to your throat.

You lived, but it scared your mother terribly. Surprising—since you’d never known her to be a person who had any fears. In your mind, it could only mean two things. One, she loved you to some extent—she might just have a weird way of expressing it. Two, someone was threatening her bloodline and consequently, perhaps more importantly, someone was threatening her throne.

And she will not let that happen in her lifetime.

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It has been two weeks since your throat was sliced open. Two weeks since the doctor instructed you to minimize strenuous activity and if you could, stay in bed as to not open the stitches.

‘You don’t know how lucky you are,’ the doctor has told you every day after your daily checkup. You know this, of course. Had the knife gone any deeper and had your court ladies not been around the corner, you’d be dead. It was, however, a hilarious thought that someone would bring a blunt knife to an assassination.

Your mother didn’t think it was funny. But in your delicate state, the anger in her eyes had never been funnier, and it pained your throat whenever you’d attempt to laugh.

“Will you stop it? The doctor spent hours on those. What will we do if they scar?” You rolled your eyes in response and she scoffed. “Glad to see you’re as genteel as ever, it’d be a shame if you had lost that lively nature of yours.” It sounded sarcastic, but she meant it. She did not want you to be passive. In her mind, that would only led to you becoming spineless and spineless Queen can't rule. You ignored her words, instead gesturing for one of the maids to bring you a cup of water.

“I’ve arranged for the competition to take place tomorrow, do you think you’ll be up for it?”

You furrowed your brows, “Competition?” Your voice came out roughly. The stitches began to itch.

Your mother groaned, “Please refrain from speaking, but yes, competition, have you not been listening to me? The best soldiers and eligible men have been traveling from across the nation for some time now. The men will fight and we shall see who is best equipped to protect the Crown Princess.”

“Must—” you coughed, “must we make them fight? Can’t we just pick one?”

“Just pick one?” She looked into your eyes incredulously, “You must have hit your head and injured your intelligences if you think I’d let just any one person be in charge of you. You must have the best.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Very well.” She nodded once, “The doctor has cleared you to attend so rest, you will be awakened bright and early tomorrow!”

She walked out of the room and left you to your devices. You sighed. You allowed your court ladies to help you out of your daily garments, clean your wound, place the ointment and replace the bandage.

You repeated the process in the morning, placing a necklace over the bandage, ensuring it is not too tight but stays in place. You prepared for the days’ events, and after a couple of restrained breaths, you walked out of the room with your court ladies in toe.

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Bada Lee spent her childhood just outside the place. Her family had raised generations of soldiers, many of which served in the Royal Guard. That was, until her father was dismissed and demoted to being a simple guard in the rural countryside. He had dedicated his entire life to the Queen and it was a shock to everyone when he’d been told of his dismissal. Up to his last breath, he’d grow angry whenever she’d asked him why. Why did we leave? How could a loving Queen throw us away as if we were nothing? She’d been upheaved from the City, and littered some place where she’d have to fight if she wanted anything to come from her life. Well, fight harder than she’d have to in the City.

Still, she knew that it didn’t matter where she was. Whether in the Capital City or the countryside, external expectations would have her be a wife and a mother soon after. She watched her mother suffer under these conditions, watched her neighbors, and the change in her friends’ nature as they came of age and were married off. They were all unhappy.

She’d be damned if she was destined to a miserable marriage. But above all, she’d be damned if she dies a nobody. Just another woman, forgotten by history.

Nope. That’s not her.

Growing up, she loved watching her father and brother train. She’d try to join, but her father would quickly push her away. She would try day after day, but it couldn’t be helped. So she turned to making her own sword out of a fallen tree branch. She’d copy their movements, the placement of their feet and how the air would rest in their lungs and rush out with the lunge of the sword—well, the lunge of the stick for her. Her brother agreed to train with her, but in his teenage years, he grew resentful of her talent. He decided to begin training a different skill, archery, but soon enough, he realized that this too came naturally for her. Over the years he turned to different combat skills, only for Bada to overpower him again and again. One day, he stopped helping her at all.

It was a cold winter when the sickness spread across the countryside. It was the sickness that took her father and it was the sickness that took her brother. The town had to develop a new burial site due to the amount of people that died at the beginning of the season. Death didn't relent there; people continued dying and dying until that site was full with bodies.

By the time her family succumbed to their sickness, there was nowhere to put them. For days on end, her only company was their cold bodies. She had placed them in a separate room, putting as much distance as she could. As the winter grew colder and she stared at the makeshift tomb’s door, she realized she depended entirely on them. As it stood, she was nothing, less than nothing, by herself. It was a matter of time before someone hunted her down, a young woman without any male relatives left and tried to turn her into a sellable thing.

She’d be damned.

In a feat of fear and anger, she grabbed her brother’s clothes and changed into them and styled her hair as he would. She looked into the small mirror, surprised to see that her crazy plan might just work.

But she needed to make people think it was her that died.

The day the town hall proposed a mass burial, she changed her brother’s clothes into her own and loosened his hair from the top knot it was in. She shaved his beard, feeling disgusted at the act and with herself for feeling the need to do this. She pushed through: this was about her survival. She reported the bodies, and snuck into the site later that night. Sure, she would be shamelessly taking her brother’s identity from this day forward, but that did not mean she would bury her brother in anything other than his clothes. She did not want that karma. Plus she could afford to lose one of the five hanboks.

The next day, she watched anxiously as they buried the mass of bodies.

She should’ve felt terrible about her relief once they were under the soil, and she did, she would miss them. At some point during the week she lived with their corpses, she forgave them for any bad they did to her. She could only think of the good things now, her father’s jjigae and her brother’s light banter.

She did feel bad, but at the same time, a weight had been lifted. She wouldn’t need to get married now, she could pursue something, she could walk around at night without a chaperone and she could talk to people without worrying about being seen as vulgar.

Yes, under her disguise, she was finally free.

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Lee Bada had been Lee Hae for a year by the time the Queen requested all eligible soldiers to report to the Capital City. Her commanding officer recommended her to go as one of the top soldiers under his command. She has managed to climb her way through the ranks, demonstrating her strength wherever she went.

Nobody knew the Mother of the Nation had called them to the palace, but if only the strongest were allowed to go, then Bada was going to make sure she was at top.

It was strange being back in the Capital City and even weirder to see the inside of the palace when all she’d known before was its gates.

Bada stood in line with the rest of the soldiers in the palace’s courtyard, towering over some of them. Her back maintained straight, her head held high, as the Crown Princess approached the Queen. She bowed to the queen and sat down next to her. Bada controlled her facial expressions, but her feelings couldn’t be helped. The Crown Princess had made the soldiers wait under the sun, and now she had the audacity to look bored. Despite being so far away, she could see the way you whispered into one of your court ladies’ ears and how they covered their mouth. The laughter showed in their eyes though. In contrast, your attempt to cover your giggle was lazy, your hand falling from the front of your mouth before you could control your expression once more. Bada wanted to scoff. Had you no decency? Before Bada’s bitterness could grow further, the Queen began speaking.

“Welcome, loyal soldiers and citizens. I have invited you here today to compete for the highest honor of joining the Royal Guard and protecting your Crown Princess.” Her open palm gestured to her side, where the Princess sat gracefully. “It is a title that comes with great responsibility, and requires skill, power and loyalty. It would please me for each of you to partake and serve your country in the process. If you wish to stay, please take a step forward.”

Each of the four hundred soldiers took a step, the sound booming through the courtyard. Bada did not look to see if any citizens had stepped forward.

“I am so glad! The competition consists of a six stages with different ‘games.’ You must accumulate enough points in each stage to successfully move up to the next one. Today, we shall begin the first stage. You must ride out into the woods and bring back a rabbit that has been trapped and hidden. There are only two hundred rabbits.” the Queen paused and with a clap of her hands, “Go!”

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“I don’t get the point of this game,” You stated without looking up from your book. “They’ve been out there for hours and no one is back yet.”

“Patience, daughter,” the Queen responded, “There must be a basis to being a good protector, is there not? Wouldn’t you say that enduring long distance and persevering in the woods is a good baseline?”

“You are so creative, Mother,” you sighed into your book, “You can come up with such fantastical scenarios.”

“So you would rather have someone who doesn’t know how to endure long distances riding and persevere in the woods?”

You didn’t respond.

The first to arrive was a seasoned soldier. He had been part of the Royal Guard for more than a decade, and was known for his hunting skills. The second person caught your mother’s attention. One tall and broad-shouldered man rushed through the Palace gates with 4 rabbits hanging from his horse with a robe. He dismounted, grabbing the robe, throwing it on the ground and bowing before the Queen.

“Seowol from the Southern coast, your Royal Highness.”

“Seowol?” Your mother questioned, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do believe you were only supposed to take one rabbit.”

“I wanted to secure a strong position, your Highness.” He remained in a bowed position, looking down, his arms stiff along his body.

“Certainly! Please follow eunuch Jinho to the bathroom and a change of clothes. You’ll be called when everyone has arrived.” He looked up and nodded, and quickly did as instructed.

The court ladies swooned over the man once he’d walked away, but you hardly moved.

“Did you see the way he looked at you? Oh!” the young lady fanned her hand. You chuckled, amused by the younger girl’s reaction.

“The way he got off his horse and showed the rabbits, he was so cool!”

“And handsome! Don’t forget handsome!”

You rolled your eyes at that one, “He wasn’t even that handsome.”

“So you do think he was handsome!” They all laughed, having caught something in your words.

“Listen to me, I said he was not all that handsome.” You repeated, “I’ve seen better.”

They gushed, trying to get you to elaborate, but your mother was beginning to look at you sideways. You thought it was better to stop then. With the light hearted fun you were having with your ladies, you forgot all about the dull ache of your throat. The reason you were having this ridiculous competition in the first place. The truth was there was something about Seowol that disgusted you. You couldn’t quite place it, it could be the abruptness in his movements and the way he threw the rabbits on the ground, or perhaps the coldness behind his eyes. A mindless cruelty to innocent beings.

Returner after returner, it was the same and they started blending into each other. They’d rush through the gates, and present the robed rabbit in front of the Queen before they bowed. They announced their name loudly, as if shouting would make the Queen remember them better. The cook would take the rabbit and disappear to the kitchens.

That was, until number 73th entered the yard. The sun was beginning to set, leaving the sky in a canvas of lovely purples and pinks. You didn’t notice him at first, but soon your ladies began to whisper. This particular soldier entered calmly, and only one hand on the horse’s bridle. A small ball of white highlighted by the black of his uniform. As he got closer, you saw that the white speck of fluff was the rabbit. He cradled it on his left arm, making sure it didn’t jump or fall. Once he’d reach the stage, he dismounted carefully. You noticed his height, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how his shoulders managed to look both broad and slender at the same time. He came closer, bowing deeply before your mother and to your surprise, he began to approach you.

He was quickly stopped by your mother’s guards blocking his path.

“Please, your Royal Highness, let him approach,” You surprised yourself. For the past two weeks, you were scared you were growing paranoid of strangers and people in general. The fear was earned to some extent, you had just been attacked, but you were even more afraid that you’d grow to be scared of everyone, everything, and never come out of your bedroom ever again. Though, now, as you look over at your mother to let the stranger approach you, it seemed this fear wasn’t going to be an issue after all. You were going to be okay. In a lower voice this time, “Please, Mother.”

She rolled her eyes discreetly, waving her hand. “Let him through.”

The guards retracted. The man moved closer to you, and he bowed. You noticed the smoothness of his jaw, the curve of his lips and the pretty way his lashes decorated his pretty brown eyes. He was pretty. So much so you held your breath when his eyes finally met yours.

“My Princess.” He smiled, “For you.”

Oh.

Someone behind you gasped, and you were glad for the noise because that way he might not be able to hear the beating of your heart.

“May I?”

You nodded, despite not knowing what you had agreed to. The man walked even closer to you, and you unconsciously leaned forward. He placed the bunny in your hands, and you searched for his lingering fingers through the white fluff. He retrieved far too soon. You wanted to touch him for some reason. You wanted him to get close again and you wanted him to call you, once again, his prin—

“And what might your name be?” Your mother was not amused.

“Soldier Lee Hae, your Royal Highness.” He addressed his queen but his eyes never left yours.

“Lee, huh? You do know that was your dinner, correct? You won’t have dinner?” Your head snapped to your mother. She could not possibly!

“As long as my Princess is content, my stomach shall never be empty.”

Your head snapped back at him, a slightly ajar mouth. The corners of your mouth lifted slightly, but a sharp pain in your neck scared any adoring feelings away. The stitches tugged on your skin, and you brought your hand to your neck.

“Very well, no dinner. You may sit down, Soldier Lee Hae.”

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Well, that was fucking stupid. Bada groaned, grabbing her stomach. She just had to give that damned rabbit to the Crown Princess, didn’t she? Even now, hours after dinner and well into their resting time, Bada could not decipher why she chose to spare the rabbit.

You had just looked so beautiful, and before she knew it, she was right in front of you. And as she remembers the look on your face when she gave you the bunny, your parted lips and your widening eyes as you looked up at her, Bada realized she only regretted her choice slightly.

There was no denying your beauty. Everyone knew that while you might be the Crown, you were also the prettiest bird in the eyes of the people.

But Bada couldn’t get distracted. She came here with a purpose. She was going to join the Royal Guard and bring back honor to her family. You might have been eye candy, but it didn’t change the fact that you represented what Bada lost, what she never realistically had a chance at.

It killed her. It killed her that they had a woman King and yet every other woman was still viewed as inferior. Did the only women that mattered lived in the palace? You got to be trained, you got to study the books—why couldn’t they? Why was it that she will need to pretend to be a boy for the rest of her life to feel free?

Could it be helped? Would you be different from your mother?

Her mind turned to her selfish thoughts. Perhaps she could use today’s events to her advantage. She could grow closer to you, on purpose this time, and perhaps that’d help her on the long run. She’d earn her position, of course; that was nonnegotiable.

The hunger grew furiously as she got lost in her thoughts. She couldn’t take it any longer. She got up, quickly wrapping the tight cloth over her chest. She hid a small knife on the inside of her left wrist, a security measure, though she was unlikely to need it. She grabbed something to cover herself with and left the small room she’d been provided with.

She was lucky to finish stage 1 where she did. When the last of the 197 soldiers that would pass on to the next stage arrived, they were well into dinner. The Queen had stated that for the remaining stages of the competition, only the top half scorers would receive a sole bedroom. Everyone else will sleep in the Great Hall. She reasoned it was to keep up the morale and ramp up ambition. It certainly did motivate Bada though. She did not wish to sleep uncomfortably among the stinky men. It was so weird, Bada knew they showered and mere hours later, a musk would develop around them.

She walked towards the kitchens as quietly as she could. Once there, she rummaged through the shelves, searching for something that was not a raw vegetable.

“Please, please, please…” She murmured to herself, and in her desperation, she did not hear the footsteps coming from the side entrance.

“Who is there?” A voice resounded. Bada froze, quickly kneeling down and hidden under the shelf. Fuck! “As Crown Princess, I command you to reveal yourself!”

The Princess? What was she doing up this late?

Bada had hoped that it was a younger staff member also searching for food (someone she could try her charm on), a simple guard (someone she could try to relate to and proclaim guard-to-guard solidarity), hell, she’d even hoped for a thief (someone who was even guiltier than she was). But the Princess? The Princess was someone she could not face. Perhaps for more than one reason.

As discreetly as she could, she crawled towards the end of the shelf. Across from here, there was a long table she could hide under and right across the table was the entrance.

She could make it.

If only she hadn’t run directly into the Princess’ feet.

She landed on her knees, and dread filled her head. She hung it in shame, some hair coming loose and framing her face. So this is how she would die, huh? With nothing to her name, a mere soldier title that she didn’t even earn herself. She would die without a legacy, without—

“Is that you, Lee Hae?” Your voice sounded extra sweet under the moonlight. “How come you’re out here at this time?”

She wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole. But there was no getting out of this.

“Princess Royal, please forgive my shamelessness.” She did not look up, still on her knees. “In my hunger, I forgot my place. I beg for your forgiveness.”

There was a long silence after Bada finished talking. Should she have said more? She was already on her knees, what else could she do to humiliate herself in front of the Princess?

“You’re telling me my contentment was not enough for you?”

Bada lifted her head quickly, only to realize too late you were mere inches away. You were so close she could count each beauty mark, each freckle on your face. She’d kiss them if you’d let her. She shook her head. Stupid Bada, concentrate on not dying!

“That isn’t it at all, my Princess.” She shook her head violently, to which you chuckled in response, lifting your hand to cover your mouth.

“So you’re a liar, then.”

“No, no! I am not, my Princess,” Bada opened her palms, “I will admit that as earnestly as my heart believes a smile from you is all I ever need to survive in this world, my earthly body persists in imprisoning me with cravings. I sincerely did not mean to succumb to my hunger.”

You watched the young soldier as they hung their head once more. You thought Lee was…funny. Funny in a very lovely and forward way that you couldn’t help but want more of. You brought a hand closer to her face, fingers lifting her chin.

Bada allowed the princess to lift her face, flushing at the contact. She could feel the heat rushing to her face, and it embarrassed her that you could have this effect on her. How you made her lose composure.

“Look at me,” you stated. Your head followed the brown eyes as they moved, trying to get them to look at you. “Soldier Lee, look at me.” You said it firmly this time around. Finally, the person in question did as asked. Big eyes looked up at you, begging for something you weren’t sure you could give.

“You know, Soldier Lee, you are the prettiest man I’ve ever met.”

Oh.

Widened eyes and dropped jaw, “I—”

‘I am not a man,’ she wanted to say. She almost did, and the fact that she nearly gave herself away scared her. She had never come this close to telling someone the truth. Not on impulse nor consciously. To the Princess no less! She was a mess. She’d better get a hold of herself if she intends on making it through.

Bada had proven that she was good with words, and here you were, leaving her stunned. You enjoyed it, maybe a bit too much. Abruptly, you stood up, leaving the soldier down on her knees. You offered a hand, and it was like a spell being broken. She took it. She gathered herself and she was back into the charming and highly trained voice. Your curiosity for the soldier grew as you watched; there was just something that screamed constraint in the way Lee spoke, but for now, you chucked it up to the respectability rules of the Queendom.

“I am sorry for interrupting your night, your Highness. I will take my leave.” Bada turned, but was quickly stopped when you grabbed her wrist.

It surprised both of you. As a noble princess, you had been taught from a young age that nobody but appointed servants get to come in contact with your skin. Yet here you were—two for two.

“Well, actually,” you began, “I’m here because I did not want you to go to sleep hungry.” You let go of Bada’s wrist, and she already missed the warmth of your skin on hers. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched her outside of training.

You signaled for her to follow you. She did, and you guided her to a small table on a corner. A small, white towel covered something and when you lifted it, Bada’s eyes widened. A golden serving tray filled with dishes.

“I ordered something be cooked for you,” you said, hands fidgeting, “I’m afraid it’s probably cold by now. I would’ve tried to get you sooner but my Mother kept me by her side much longer than I expected.”

“I—Thank you, your Royal Highness.” Bada bowed, stomach rumbling and mouth watering. “Thank you.”

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” You said quickly, “You were kind to me, and I couldn’t let my mother punish you for it.” You moved to pick up the tray, glaring at Bada when she tried to hold it for you instead. “I can do it! Plus, I know a spot.”

You walked gracefully, quickly, without spilling a single thing on the tray. Bada was amazed. The both of you stuck to the sides of buildings, remaining in the shadows. Bada anxiously looked around; what would people think if they saw her with the Princess? What rumors will they spread, and how much will they cost her? Her life?

“Through there.” The door was covered with greenery, and Bada could not see the door.

She moved closer to you, whispering into your ear, “where?”

She genuinely couldn’t see it.

You shivered. You could faintly feel her chest against your back, and the warmth it radiated.

You shook your head.

“Here, hold this.” You passed the tray to Bada, making quick work of the hidden door. You opened it and walked through. You moved the vines for Bada, she bent down and met you on the other side.

“Wow…” She gasped. It was a beautiful space, filled with colorful flowers and a pond, four trees on each corner. There was a small house, and Bada doubted it was more than just a bedroom and a bathroom.

“It is the old gardener’s place, but he died and it became abandoned.” You said, placing the tray on the wooden ledge in front of the small house. “The new gardener had a family, so he understandably needed a bigger space.”

You giggled nervously, and Bada found herself loving the sound. She got so lost in your voice and the pretty flowers that she nearly forgot how hungry she was. Nearly.

Bada sat down next to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know!” She said excitedly, your eyes sparkling with joy, “Mother thought of destroying it and building something else but I just loved it so much, I wouldn’t let her. I begged her to let me have it for days, she agreed eventually and now it’s my little place! Very few people know about it; my Mother, the new gardener, my lady-in-waiting, you…”

You finished shyly, smiling at Bada before quickly looking away. Would it be too forward of her to grab your face and make you look at her?

Yes, she decided, yes, it would be.

Her stomach growled.

“Oh,” You gasped, “Please eat! I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Please, eat with me.”

“No, no, I ate quite well earlier,” you said, “and you didn’t!”

“I don’t want to eat by myself,” Bada said, “Princess, eat with me, please.”

“I’m telling you I won’t,” refusing her once more, “I'll force feed you this meal myself if you don’t start eating soon.”

“Is that a proposition?” Bada smirked. Your cheeks grew warm against your will.

“I only mean… I want you to eat, you have gone hungry because of me. I don’t want you to be hungry any longer.”

“Would you feed me then?” Bada’s eyes looked down at yours, “If I asked you to?”

You cleared your throat, eyes meeting. “Forgive me, soldier, if I’ve come across in a certain light. But I will never feed a man with two capable hands of his own.”

Bada saw the intensity in your eyes, and how they refused to look away from her hers. She leaned closed, eyes growing dangerous the longer she stayed fixated on you.

“You say ‘a man with two capable hands’ but what if I wasn’t a man? How can you be sure that I am?” Bada brought a hand closer to you, “How do you know these work?” She had gone crazy. In your gaze, she had forgotten herself.

Still, in the back of her mind: if she wasn’t in disguise now, would you feed her then?

You finally broke eye contact, looking down at Bada’s hand. It surprised you how much you wanted to hold it, it surprised you even more when your body started reacting to it. A simple hand with long fingers. A calloused hand from days spent training, yet unlike the hands of the men you’ve encountered. Their hands didn’t bring this strange feeling to your stomach. You mind showed you images of these very hands moving along your body; from the nape of your neck, down your side and in between your—

You scoffed, and then chuckled, “Please don’t be ridiculous, soldier Lee. Now, eat, the food is getting colder by the second.”

Bada covered her feelings with a laugh. She was relieved you ignored her impulsive questions, and at the same time, your response left a bitter taste in her mouth. You were just being nice this entire time? Was there really nothing else in your lingering touches and loving eyes? They were childish questions, but it stung nonetheless. She sighed internally; she couldn’t possibly be getting this close now. It was normal to a certain extent, she had the tendency to develop crushes all the time. Sure, developing one in the Princess would complicate the 'get close to you and advance her career' plot, but she was already here.

All her crushes have faded with time, and this one will too.

Bada finally began eating and she was grateful to you once again. She said so, with cheeks full of food and complete disregard for rules. Rules, you had both broken some many of them already, why start caring about them now?

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tervaneula · 3 months

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“Dad?”

Splinter is currently sitting on his bed, preparing to turn in for the night. He puts away the pillow he was fluffing up and turns to look towards the doorway of his room.

“Yes, Blue?”

Leo doesn’t answer, instead shuffling next to Splinter and sitting down on the floor, leaning his side against the bed. He lifts his face to look up at him.

“I’m… just tired, dad,” he says, attempting to make light of it with a smile but his voice breaks in the end and that’s all it takes for Splinter to pull Leo into his lap, and as if on instinct the boy buries his face into the rat’s robes. He sobs, and Splinter feels his heart twinge with yet another crack.

“Oh, oh baby Blue, it is alright,” he murmurs, petting his son’s shell and the back of his head. He knows Leo hasn’t been sleeping again and he had hoped it would pass, like it always does, but for it to go on so long that it gets this bad… Now, this settles it. No more training, no patrols, no strenuous activities aside from rhythm games for at least a week.

All of his kids could benefit from a break, actually, and Splinter is glad that this is a fact – Leo won’t be singled out if they all are on a holiday of sorts. Brilliant. He knows he’s never been the perfect father, far from it, but he’s trying to do his best for his children and this time is no different. First thing tomorrow morning, he is going to tell his family of their impromptu vacation, and then take them out to Run of the Mill for pizza.

It’s a great plan.

Surfacing back to the present from his thoughts, Splinter realises that his musings must have taken longer than he thought because the turtle in his lap is now snoring quietly. With a soft chuckle, Splinter reaches back to grab his comforter and gently wraps it around Leo’s shoulders. He doesn’t mind acting as a pillow for his blue son and while he himself would be uncomfortable like that, partly on the floor, he’s witnessed enough turtle piles to know that the position is no hardship for Leo.

He keeps petting the blanketed shell, leans back and lets his butt fall asleep, too.

Just how he likes it.

#good dad splinter in the house 😭#my dad is far away but leo's isn't let me be #my brain is fried i have no idea which ep the reference at the end is from and couldn't find it to fact check im sorry lmao #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #rise leo #rise leonardo #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #hamato yoshi #splinter #nqk adjacent #could also be canon compliant in fact #tervdraws #tervdrabbles #family fluff

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ddarker-dreams · 8 months

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Chrollo tells you a story from his childhood centered around bread.

(Warnings for religious mentions and canon typical depictions of his hometown, Meteor City)

“Hm… how uncanny is that.”

Knowing that he’ll continue speaking cryptic phrases until you express an interest you most certainly don’t have, you sigh, and rest your cheek on your fist.

“What’s uncanny?”

Please don’t mean the bread, please don’t mean the bread, please don’t mean the bread—

“This bread loaf,” he inclines his head toward it, as if you couldn’t spot the table’s lone occupant, “It’s bringing up some memories.”

He’s really going to talk to you about bread. Fuck.

“Meteor City, destitute as it is, was an attractive prospect for missionaries. My friends cared little for the religious doctrine they’d expound, but I always found the teachings fascinating. It wasn’t uncommon to go days without eating, so they’d come along with me on the sole condition that food was being provided. The priest, knowing this, had me relay the message that at his next teaching, there’d be fresh bread. Children overflowed from the tent that normally only I would occupy. He preached his sermon.”

There’s a nostalgic air to him as he continues. “By the end, he presented us with a challenge: whoever capable of best verbally expressing their devotion to God could have the bread. Each child present wanted to be the victor. There was a great deal of murmuring and thinking. He had us form a line, where one by one, we’d give what we hoped to be the winning response. My friend Phinks was first. ‘If I’d been there, I’da stomped the shit out of that snake,’ is what he went with. As you can imagine, the priest kept going down the line.

Eventually, he got to me. I’d been closely monitoring his body language and facial expressions. From what I could tell, no answer so far had even come close. I decided to take a different approach. From his theology, I could tell he was of the Roman Catholic persuasion. And so I suggested that to best prove our love, we should have mass. I thought that by focusing on the collective rather than oneself, I’d meet his unspoken criteria. He intended to keep the results to himself until everyone had spoken their piece, but no sooner as the words left my mouth did I know that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

After everyone had their turn, he brought the bread out for all to see. While we were all excitedly wondering who the lucky individual would be, he raised his voice and began admonishing us. He quoted Matthew, ‘It is written: Man must not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God’. With that, he left us there, so that we could ‘think about what we’ve learned’.”

Your jaw practically hits the floor.

“I intended to counter his points later that night to see if I could win the community the bread they were promised. While I was preparing, a few children happened by, eating the bread that was pulled from under our noses. I asked where they got it from — they said Uvogin. Apparently, he learned what had happened and was incensed. I went to go see him so I could ask how he convinced the priest to give him the bread. I didn’t find Uvo at the place he normally hung out at, but I did see the priest.

He was… shall we say, arranged in a way that’s strenuous on the body. All the while he kept chanting, ‘Pater, aphes autois, ou gar oidasin ti poiousin’, though he lay dying. It left a strong impression on me. Especially because his pronunciation was slightly off… but more than that, I thought it interesting he held firm to the belief which landed him in this position. A belief he didn’t even understand properly. He passed with a content expression. He must’ve fancied himself a martyr. It later became a popular joke that in the end, he did prove that you can’t live on bread alone, since it didn’t seem to do him much good.”

“How… how old were you?”

“Seven or eight, I believe.”

You get up from the table. You can feel his eyes following your every movement, from the suite’s dining room to the living space it's connected to. The suitcase you’ve yet to unpack sits patiently as you rummage through its contents. Grabbing what you need, you return to the table, where Chrollo regards you with a curious countenance.

Your antidepressants rattle inside a small orange container as you put it before him. How he gets the medication, you haven’t the slightest clue. It’s more convenient to receive them from your enigmatic kidnapper than an uninsured trip to the psychiatrist. He’s got one thing going in his favor, at least.

“Do you already need a refill?”

You shake your head.

“Just… after hearing that story… I think you might want to consider getting some of these for yourself. High dose.”

#fun story time with chrollo (?)#yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #my stuff

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nicromancytarot · 3 months

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WHAT WILL YOUR FOREVER HOME BE LIKE??

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what you’re forever homes and houses will be like. Pick a pile that resonates with you to find out what they had to say.

Pile 1 ———> pile 2

Pile 3 ———> Pile 4

PILE 1

HOME: I see you moving in with your spouse, but I do unfortunately notice one of you cheating on the other. There’s a sense of disloyalty with the 3 of swords, the devil and the 10 of swords. If it’s you who has cheated, you may end up moving back in with family or possibly moving in with your new partners family. However, if it’s your spouse that has cheated, I see that they will move out of your shared house (lowkey one of those American dream type houses by the way!) and moving in with their family while leaving you with the house.

I do see this house being very nice with the magician and chariot, but I also notice a possibility of it being a family home so your children may be children of a divorce.

HOUSE: The house itself seems to be in an isolated area, perhaps in the country side or even up in the hills or mountains, you are my pile that gives me the vibe of you having to travel far to do your shopping or wait extra long for deliveries to arrive. It looks to be a very expensive build, or you may decorate the interior to make it look luxurious. There is definitely a possibility that you and your spouse previously joined pockets to help build or renovate it (it does seem like a knew build.) I also see that this is the house you have wanted for a long time and may have even manifested or prayed for.

PILE 2

HOME: I honestly feel as though you might buy this house just to rent it out to other people. I do see a lot of money coming from this investment, you have both the empress and emperor so I do see this bringing you a ton of wealth in the future. I do however notice that a perspective will shift and you will have the desire to live in this house. You will begin to live in it and perhaps even create a family to share it with further down the line.

HOUSE: The house itself seems to be placed somewhere very hot and possibly humid, it could also be a new build. It looks like something you’ve manifested in the past, and I feel you will continuously add more adaptations to it as you rent it out to others and even after you move into it, it does seem very luxurious and expensive.

(I see a yellow house on the edge of a cliff when I think about this, it seems very bright and colourful and just a happy place to be, the inside is decorated with a lot of floral things, like bright coloured floral lights and a blue couch, this place looks so nice hello, please let me stay.)

PILE 3

HOME: Very confusingly I see a home that is of very expensive origin and in an expensive area but your security seems to be lacking. Living here there’s a sense of uncertainty and being here will for sure make you stronger than you were before. It could even be in an uneasy area but I’m not too sure (I see an expensive gated community but there’s a lot of people standing outside, and a lot of cars are parked by the gates.) I don’t know if you guys are my famous pile but it could be that this is fans, haters or paparazzi if you are, if not it seems that your expensive taste has warranted lurkers.

HOUSE: Ok firstly, please get some security, you have free will, time to use it to camera this bitch up! This seems to be a house that people would walk by, see the lack of security and think “this seems the perfect place to rob from.” I also weirdly enough notice a potential of it being or becoming haunted? LMAOO. It seems pretty isolated though so you could totally throw some ragers.

PILE 4

HOME: Firstly, I notice a theme of possibly having lived or currently living paycheck to paycheck, I see this first place being shared with another person or multiple people. Luckily, there’s a time when this union will come to an end and you will either be able to move out or work towards gaining the resources to move out. (This could honestly be a very toxic childhood home, you may even be buying plates and cutlery and stuff years before moving out just because of how eager you are, but that’s a very specific message.)

Once you move out or begin getting ready to move out, I see you meeting someone (I think it’s your future spouse.) They may be significantly older than you, but boy do they make money. I think you will move in with them very early into the relationship.

HOUSE: Good news is the house is very nice and it seems like a dream place for you to be, the only downside is that you do have both the 5 and 7 of swords so they may be some selfishness perhaps with the decorating? I notice you may erase your persons personality (or even their kids if they have any, if they do I see two young girls) and I am here to tell you not to do that. You have free will, make sure to be fair.

#pick a card #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarot #tarot reading #astrology #house

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jeannineee · 10 months

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Could you do little headcanons on the bat boys being fathers?

I’m just a little feral at the moment and need to see them being the biggest dilfs I see them being 😅😅

The Batboys as Fathers

a/n: I looove this idea. I kept the kids gender neutral, except w Cas because he IS a girl dad. No other way to go about it. Y’all can send in more requests, btw!!

warnings: none

Rhysand

Suuuuper overprotective. Even when you were pregnant, he’d send a death glare to anyone who breathed wrong at you

Some people might think Cassian is the one who lets his kids do crazy shit? No. It’s Rhys.

He regularly gives you mini-heart attacks when it comes to teaching your child to fly.

He, of course, prioritizes your child’s safety, but you once caught him tossing your baby in the air, encouraging them to “go, go, go!”

While the sight was endearing to an extent, you definitely verbally kicked his ass after he put the baby to sleep.

His apology was quite strenuous

You’ve definitely caught Rhys passed out in your child’s bed, wearing some costume they’d forced him into, a book on his chest, drool running down his face.

Cassian

GIRL DAD GIRL DAD GIRL DAD

Helicopter parent vibes

Cassian worries about your girls so much

He absolutely DOTES over your daughters. They are his pride and joy. He often finds himself wondering how he could make something so perfect, but then he looks at you and it all clicks.

Will ABSOLUTELY play dress up with them, have tea parties, play with dolls, etc.

Rhys and Az caught him once, in full “princess” attire, sipping imaginary tea with your youngest daughter. Cassian did not give a fuck, even when they snickered.

Would literally wait on them hand and foot, if that would make them happy.

Cassian saw his life flash before his eyes when your middle daughter casually jumped off the kitchen counter, flapping her wings to soften the impact.

“Did you SEE that?” he asked worriedly. “She could’ve—“

You shushed him with a kiss, as you often did when he worried for your girls.

Azriel

Az was veryyyy nervous with your first child.

He definitely worries about his ability as a parent, even though he is literally the most amazing father ever.

Loves showing off your kids, with each milestone they hit. Crawling, talking, walking. You’re surprised he doesn’t throw parties for it.

He would if he could.

Tries to include them in everything. When he plays the piano, when he’s making you breakfast in bed.

“Alright, go wake up mommy. She gets cranky when I do it.”

I’m SCREAMING

Panics when your kids get colds/flu. He worried that he did something wrong the first couple of times it happened. Despite your reassurance, he does NOT leave their side until they’re better.

Your children love his shadows, and watching them play with the shadows healed a lot of his insecurities with them.

Overall, our batboys would be AMAZING fathers. Not up for debate.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #cassian acotar #rhysand #azriel acotar #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #Cassian x reader #Azriel x reader #ACOMAF #a court of mist and fury #Cassian headcanons #Azriel headcanons #rhysand headcanons #Azriel #Cassian

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merakiui · 3 months

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Child?!? SINGULAR? Nonono that won’t do. Jade already said we’re having twins 😫 plus do you really think he’d just stop when he could have a big family

Oh, he is such a family man!!! orz he's that annoying guy with the wallet full of pictures and he takes every opportunity to pull it out to show anyone who asks (most times they haven't asked) because he wants to dote on you and the children. He loves the idea of family and, admittedly, becomes much too greedy after each pregnancy. Magic helps make it possible and not nearly as strenuous, even more so if you do it the mer way, and he'll always have your best interests in mind when it comes to your health. <3 he just likes being a parent and making you a parent and having you depend on him to protect and provide for you when you're so gravid.

You'd think they'd have to tell Floyd to keep it in his pants, but it's actually Jade who is showing up to every family gathering with you, very pregnant and expecting, in tow. orz orz his appetite is insatiable and that doesn't just apply to food. T_T

#twisted chit chat #tw: pregnancy #jade keep your hands (and dick) to yourself for one year (challenge failed) give darling a break ;;;; you're overdoing it #aaaa but then floyd is no different >_< the eels want big families

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carnivorousyandeere · 7 months

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Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them

You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.

It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.

Knock them up you had.

For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…

Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding

You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.

You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.

You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.

“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”

“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.

Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.

They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”

You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.

They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.

“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.

All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.

#thinking about the aftercare is kinda cute… scooping them up and gently giving them a bath #gently massaging their tummy and bringing them water to drink… 🥺#mdni #nsft #yandere smut #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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neteyamsyawntu · 1 year

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Breed Me

Dom!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Synopsis: The Sullys have returned to high camp after the long battle with the sky people, one member of the family in particular sticks out to you as you rekindle your 'friendship' with the mighty warrior. NOT PROOF READ

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞

SMUTSMUTSMUTTYSMUT, P in V, fingering, mentions of creampie, breeding kink(obviously), friends to lovers, Dom!Neteyam

After so many years of fighting struggling to survive against the RDA forces the war had finally ceased and the sky people would leave Pandora for good. The battle had occupied a large portion of your life. It had all started at the age of 14. While you weren’t much of a fighter you did help forage for natural supplies through out the forest. Before you knew it you were saying goodbye to the Sullys.

It pained you with a heavy heart to watch Toruk Makto pass the mantle of Olo’eyktan to Tarsem. Although Tarsem was a worthy leader, nothing about this situation felt right. You felt anxious, unsure. At the moment Tarsem raised his knife, showing it off to the clan before him, you quickly looked away before you could witness the cold stone impact Jake’s chest. Your eyes fell on Neteyam in that moment. The oldest of the Sully’s children, who was once meant to take up the role of Olo’eyktan once his father had relinquished his role. You instantly noticed his eyes were meeting yours at that very same moment. The two of you were close friends, although in the later years you found it hard to share any time together due to the constant training and ambushes that Neteyam attended with his father. Yet as kids you two were inseparable. Despite his constant absence in your life, he always made it evident that you were still on his mind. Whether is was small looks from across high camp or small tugs at your tail as he walked by. As the two of you grew up, you couldn’t help, but notice how well Neteyam’s body molded into that of a young man’s.

You soon began to yearn for the fleeting touches. Feeling a surge of serotonin once you felt his familiar palm envelop your tail. These fleeting moments is one of the things you would miss most. His eyes held so much hurt as he stared into you in that moment, begrudgingly moving from his spot when his family made their descent toward their ikran, only breaking the stream of contact when you were too far out of his line of sight.

After their departure you found it hard to acclimate back into everyday life, much like the rest of the clan. Everyone desperately tried to adjust to their new Olo’eyktan. You soon found your comforts with Mo’at, helping her with small tasks through out the day, weaving her baskets for all of her herbs and ingredients. In return Mo’at taught you uses for certain plants you had never considered in the past. As you grew into a young woman, Mo’at tasked you with becoming karyu (teacher) for the children of the clan. Teaching them how to forage as well as crafting and weaving. Things that would prove helpful to the clans way of life. You found great pride in knowing the skills these children would hone early on would prepare them as fine members of society later in life. You’d even grow to care for them as if they were your own children. The prospect of mating always lingered over your head, but no one really peaked your interest, despite the numerous courting gifts you had received in the past months. It just never felt like the right time, instead using your students as an excuse to prolong the inevitable.

Now with the strenuous battle finally at a close, life became so much more easy. You felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The day was as normal as any. You were sitting with your children in a circle. Your class having grown to 12, ranging in ages from 4 to 9. You all were practicing your carving techniques when the screeching of banshees echoed through high camp. Your ears flicked quizzically, having assumed it must’ve been a hunting party, but hadn’t they returned yesterday? Then the roaring of cheers from the clan members brought you out of your train of thought. “What’s happening karyu?” One of the small children asked eagerly, eyes trained on you awaiting an answer. “I’m not sure, come. Stay close to me children” you calmly implore to the group, getting to your feet. Cautiously making your way through the crowd, your students immediately link hands with each other to prevent anyone from getting swept away in the chaos.

As you proceed through the crowd with your students right on your tail, you begin to hear excited yips and various cries of “Toruk Makto!”, “it’s the Sullys!”, “The Sullys have returned!”. Your heart caught in your throat, could it really be? After all this time? They had returned. It had been nearly 6 years since their initial leave, for a while you had lost hope you’d seen any of the Sullys again. Hearing the cheers around you, the youngest of your group, Koa suddenly burst with excitement, “Is it true? Is it really Toruk Makto?” She squealed, tugging at your hand now very excited to rush to the front of the crowding clan members. You had told the story of Toruk Makto to your students as a way for them to understand the importance of its history. While most of the older children had already heard the story, some even having faint memories of him when they were younger: to the youngest of the group, the 4 - 6 year olds, the tale was fresh and exciting. Koa in particular often asked you to retell the story to her personally, as well as your own stories of the mighty Jake Sully as Olo’eyktan. And occasionally you couldn’t help, but pepper in your own adventures with his eldest son.

“I don’t know- please Koa slow down!” you urged as Koa began dragging you along through the commotion. You tried desperately to stay with the rest of your group, Koa’s hold slipping from your fingers as she slithered through the crowd effortlessly. “Koa!” You called after the na’vi child, yet to no avail as she now had her sights set on the possibility of meeting her idol. Before she knew it, her feet halted in nearly bumping into the leg of a na’vi she hadn’t seen before. A young man, with intricate tattoos decorating his right arm and the side of his face. Koa stood in shock, mouth slightly ajar unable to speak. Suddenly your voice broke through the crowd, as you stepped forward with the rest of your class, “Koa please you can’t be running… off” your voice trailed as you noticed who the youngling was standing before. You took in the sight of your old friend in front of you. The immediate change you noticed was his height , meeting that of his father, perhaps even a hair taller. Your eyes wandered to his broad shoulders, noting the new tattoos as well as much more prominent tight muscles underneath them, making you swallow a bit at the sight.

“Hello little one” he chuckled down at Koa who quickly retreated to your side, clinging to your leg which drew his gaze up to you. “Y/N?” He said with widening eyes studying your matured features himself; from your plump breasts down to the curves of your waist. He’d be an idiot to say the sight of you didn’t take his breath away in the slightest. The sound of your name bringing you out of your thoughts, blinking rapidly, “I see you.. Neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan” you gesture with the greeting to him in the process. Neteyam raises a brow, letting another chuckle slip out, “So formal” he stated, giving his ikran a pat on the neck before stepping forward to meet you, raising his fingers to his forehead sending the same gesture back to you. Taking in the sight of small children clinging to you, his eyes glancing over each individual face before meeting your gaze again, “So… which one is yours?” He asks somewhat hesitantly watching you closely for your response.

“All of them” you state plainly not truly understanding the question. A sharp sting spreads through Neteyam’s chest, taken aback at the words, taking in all 12 of your students once more, “Oh… it seems that Eywa has blessed you and your mate with many beautiful children” Neteyam cleared his throat trying to wrap his head around the (absurd) number of kids encompassing your legs. You blinked for a moment before letting out a sudden laugh, moving a hand up to quickly cover your mouth as Neteyam eyed you quizzically, “They are my students, Teyam- and… I am not mated”. You don’t fail to notice the how the last part of your statement catches his attention, ears perking slightly. You could almost swear he looked… relieved? A small blush played across your cheeks at the idea. It was at this moment that Mo’at broke through the crowd, almost instantly, capturing Neytiri in a firm embrace, before moving to greet each one of her grandchildren individually. Once reaching Neteyam she eyed the two of you studiously for a moment before embracing her grandson “welcome home, child” she smiled warmly,“Y/N, make sure the children find their way to their parents”. She says before making her way over to Jake, to guide the rest of her family to their hut. Some of the kids let out an agitated whine hearing they’d have to go home, the loudest coming from Koa. You really were like a second mother to all of them,“Hush now, I don’t want to hear any complaining” you say leaning down to take Koa into your arms, balancing her on your hip.

Neteyam watched how you handled the kids so naturally, his heart nearly skipping a beat. As you started to make your departure, a hand quickly came up to grasp your free arm, directing your gaze over your shoulder to Neteyam, “Will I see you at the feast?” He asked eagerly to which you offered him a playful smirk, “if that is what the mighty warrior wants” you muse before his hand fell from your arm as you walked away with your students following closely behind, Neteyam’s gaze falling to the sway of your hips as soon as your back was turned.

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Later that evening the clan was celebrating the return of the Sullys around a raging fire. Na’vi danced as music sounded throughout high camp alongside that of cheers and laughter. The clan was so lively, your heart warmed as you made your way toward the party. You dressed yourself in a sheer lilac loincloth, decorated with pearl colored stones and beads. Your top resembled a similarly colored array swaying beads, woven in individual lines, reflecting that of beaded fringe, hanging over the swell of your chest, just barely covering the underside of your breasts. Catching sight of your students dancing with each other and some with their parents you smiled endearingly, making your arrival on the scene. Scanning the crowd, your eyes landed on Neteyam who was conversing with a group of males, some old friends, laughing and shoving each other playfully. Chuckling at something one of the males had said, rolling his eyes at the whatever foolish comment he had made, Neteyam found himself locking eyes with you as he looked up. His smile slowly fading, his jaw now hanging daftly before quickly excusing himself from the group, making his way to meet you in the middle of your path. “Y/N you look-“ Neteyam paused trying to find the words trying not to sound too straight forward, “-nice” he stated, mentally kicking himself after the fact. Was that really the best he could come up with? You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging his shoulder, “hush- come on let’s sit, I wish to hear about what the mightyNeteyam has been up to all this time” you giggle, before leading him to a semi-open spot for the two of you to catch up.

Neteyam proceeded to tell you every detail of Awa’atlu, and how he and his siblings adapted to the Metkayina’s way of life before being discovered by the RDA a couple months into their stay. He marked how the next few years were strenuous, constantly fighting back the RDA forces, until they had finally won. You listened intently, as he finished his story, your eyes falling to a cyan colored female sat against Lo’ak’s chest, encompassed by his embrace, “and her?” You asked nodding in the direction of the two “Ah- that is Tsireya, she was our teacher during our Uturu. She was meant to become Tsahìk of the Metkayina, but she relinquished her title after mating with Lo’ak. Decided she wanted to come back with us to the forest.” You smile fondly at the couple watching as Lo’ak’s fingers danced across the skin of Tsireya’s arm, “They seem to be perfect for each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your brother so calm”. Neteyam nodded in agreement as he began to watch the two with you, before releasing a heavy sigh, “You should’ve seen the commotion they made. Her parents were furious that she had mated with an ‘outsider’, even though we had passed our iknimaya at this point. But they held their ground… I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud of Lo’ak as I was in that moment I watched him stand up for his mate against the Olo’eyktan.” Neteyam smiled, his gaze softening as he reminisced the scene.

You turned to him with a tilt of your head, “and what about you? I don’t see a pretty ocean girl wrapped around your arm”. Neteyam merely scoffed rubbing his temple with his fingers, “Have you met my siblings? There is no way I could let them out of my sight for an instant. I kind of just… forgot” Neteyam responded trailing off at the end. You let out a defined ‘HA’ not believe any of the words he was feeding you, “you mean to tell me out of the 6 years you were gone, not a single ocean woman peaked your interest?” You asked quizzically, leaning back on your palms. Neteyam scanned you with a cocked brow shifted his weight to look at you directly, “And what about you? All this time and you claim not to have a mate yourself”. You scoffed looking off into the fire, becoming mesmerized by its dance, “I’ve thought about it yes, but ever since your grandmother graciously gifted me the task of teaching the younglings, I’ve found myself…caught up. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop the suitors though,”. “You sound as if it bothers you that men are interested in you. Multiple men by the sounds of it” Neteyam smirked mockingly. You groan throwing your head back at his jab “It’s not that… they are only interested in me because they see how I handle the children. Like I’m something they can easily breed.” Neteyam tossed this idea around in his head for a moment sweeping your body with his eyes, before continuing to press the conversation further, “Isn’t that what you want?” Your head swiveled from its reclined state to shoot back up to him, your eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets at his suggestion, “you think I want to be bred?” You shot at him slightly offended, though the idea wasn’t completely off the table,for the right person, not that you would admit that. Immediately Neteyam noticed his error, quickly jumping to defend himself and fix his mistake “No! Nonono, I didn’t mean- sorry I only meant children, don’t you want children? Your own children?” Neteyam emphasized, breathing a little heavy as his heart rate had picked up due to the embarrassment of the brief misunderstanding. A growing blush becoming evident on his features.

You laughed at his uneasiness, pushing his shoulder playfully, “Easy there, mighty warrior there are no hard feelings. But to answer your question, yes I do want children of my own eventually, but I will not throw myself at the first male who looks at me nicely or gives me flowers”. Neteyam considered this for a moment mentally scratching flowers off the list of potential courting gifts. At that moment you found yourself distracted as Koa leaped into your arms seemingly from nowhere, “Karyu! are you having fun?” She beamed, playing with a strand of your hair absentmindedly. You giggled wrapping your arms around the small child securely, “I am having the most fun, now that you are here..” you smiled leaning down to whisper not so secretly as you made eye contact with Neteyam, “Toruk Makto’s son is soooo boring” you smirked. Koa giggling wildly, leaned into your chest, hiding bashfully from Neteyam with her hands covering her face. Neteyam faked an offended expression , clutching his chest, “Boring? I am Neteyam, the mighty warrior! How can I be boring?” He boasted puffing his chest theatrically, earning louder giggles from Koa at this display. You watched as Koa got more and more flustered, hiding her face in your chest. “I think someone has a crush on you, Teyam” you muse, giving the child gentle strokes along her back. Neteyam smiled softly leaning down to your chest in attempts to catch Koa’s gaze, only causing the child to lean away shyly. “Do you think I am boring little one?” He asked, his voice low and gentle. Your ears flicked at the sound. He was so close… too close, you could feel the heat of his breath play across your skin, your heartbeat beginning to pick up. Koa quickly noticed the change in your pulse looking up at you curiously, “Karyu, your heart is loud, are you okay?” She whimpered concerned. Neteyam eyed you with cocky smirk painting his features, taking in your flustered appearance, “I think Y/N needs a change of scenery” he hummed.

Rising to his feet, Neteyam extended his hand for you watching carefully as you placed Koa on her feet before taking his offer, rising up to meet him, “Do you mind if I steal your karyu for a while? I think she is feeling a little over whelmed from all of the festivities.” Neteyam asked Koa giving her a gentle look. His grasp on your hand having yet to waver. Koa debated the question for a moment, before smiling brightly, “Ok.. feel better Karyu!” She called as she ran off toward her parents. You giggled shaking your head as she left before turning your attention back to Neteyam, “You’ve just returned home, yet you seem eager to flee again?” You say cocking a brow. Neteyam grinned at this, his gaze floating over the members of the clan, “I’m glad to finally see all of my old companions, but I long to be in the forest again. Would you accompany me?” Neteyam admitted eyeing the dullness of the rocks that hid the clan’s residence. “Took you long enough, I was beginning to wonder if you had lost your desire for the forest” you hummed matter of factly, before making your way to the opening of the cave, Neteyam following closely behind you “I don’t think I could loose my love of the forest even if I tried.” He stated, calling for his ikran as you did, the both of you mounting your respective banshee hastily before racing off toward the forest.

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The sounds of laughter echoed off the trees of the forest as you two dismounted your ikran. “You cheated!” Neteyam chuckled, pointing an accusatory finger your way. You feigned shock at his statement, “Cheated? Me?? No mighty warrior, I fear you have grown rusty in your time with the sea people. Perhaps you would do better at a swimming contest?” You nagged sticking your tongue out at him. Neteyam laughed at your child like mannerisms shaking his head, “I think you are spending too much time with your students, they are starting to rub off on you.”. You scoffed smacking his chest playfully as you walked ahead of him, your tail brushing against his leg as you passed by, “I think you are just a sore loser” you quip, throwing him a smirk from over your shoulder. Neteyam eyed you wildly, the sway of your hips, the way your tail teasingly swished back and forth. He was completely enthralled by you. Continuing on your path, admiring the bioluminescence around you, a familiar tug on your tail pulled at your attention.

Halting in your tracks, you raised your tail in defense as you looked back at Neteyam with a grin spread across his face, “Don’t start what you can not finish Nete.” You tease, beginning to circle the man as if he were your prey. Neteyam followed your movements with his eyes carefully as you made your way around his backside, lunging for his tail that Neteyam quickly swiped out of your reach, “I can finish it…,but I don’t think you have what it takes to properly take me on” he shot back at you, successfully grabbing your tail a second time as you made your rounds, using it to pull you into him, your back pressed flat against his chest, “Do you think you could take me, Y/N?” He purred into your ear, nuzzling its shell with his nose. You gasped surprised to feel how hard he was against your plush ass, pondering his proposal, simultaneously feeling heat spread between your legs. Melting against his touch you gently let your head fall against his shoulder, as Neteyam dragged his nose down from your ear to your neck, peppering wet kisses along its surface. His hands caressed the skin of your hips, allowing his nails to indent your skin as you rocked your ass against his clothed cock, “Mmm is this what you’ve been waiting for, yawne? Waiting for me to finally return home, just so you can have me all to yourself?” He hummed against your neck, bringing his kisses up to your jaw as his hands fiddled with the hem of your loincloth. You mewled against his touch, reaching behind you to grasp his hips and pull him further against you, desperate for friction.

“Answer me sweet girl…” he ordered, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. You whimpered as heat rose to your face both in arousal and from embarrassment of how easy it was for your body to succumb to his advances, “Yes.. I’ve only ever wanted you, Nete” you admit, arching your back to grind your ass harder against his cock, praying that it would somehow graze your clothed folds. Neteyam chuckled in a low voice, biting his lower lip as he watched you, “That’s my girl… look at you, pushing your ass onto me so eagerly. You really want this cock that bad baby?”. You nod breathless as you start to feel yourself loosing any sort of restraint. Neteyam groaned in response, gently smacking your thigh to bring your consciousness back to the forefront, “Spread your legs for me baby, let me stretch you out first”. Following his request without hesitation you widen your stance, wrapping your tail around his thigh, making sure to keep him close to you. Lifting his left hand to slide beneath your loose fringe top Neteyam began massaging your breast, rolling his thumb agonizingly slow over your stiff nipple, while his other hand ventured past your loincloth, swiping a digit past your already lubricated pussy lips.

“Eywa, you’re such a little slut aren’t you? I’ve hardly touched you and already you’re so wet. Practically dripping down your leg. All for me?” Neteyam groaned pushing his middle digit passed your lips into your sopping cunt. “Oh! Fuck yes” you moaned finally being granted the touch you’ve been craving. Neteyam leaned his face into the crook of your neck as he pumped his finger in and out of you, listening to the sweet sounds that shamelessly fell from your lips. “Tell me pretty girl, did you think of me while you touched yourself? Did you imagine those feeble little fingers of yours were mine instead?” He hummed in your ear, inserting his index finger alongside his other digit, massaging the roof of your cunt. Your mouth hung open in ecstasy at the stretch, continuing to rub your ass into his hips, grinding yourself onto his fingers in the process, “Y-yes.. so many times. I’d imagine you taking me completely… bending me into whatever position pleased you…Fucking me until I can’t feel my legs” you whine out, cupping his hands that worked on stimulating your body with your own, encouraging his movements. “Shit.. you missed me that much huh? I’m glad you did not forget about me while I was gone. Is that what you want babygirl? You want me to use this pretty lil pussy?” Neteyam growled into your neck, dragging his fangs across the skin, before closing his mouth around your sweet spot, sucking hungrily on your neck. You yelp out adding pressure on the hand that toyed with your pussy, begging for more, “Please ugh.. I’m all yours Nete.” Turning your face to make eye contact with him from over your shoulder, you move a hand to cup his face, “I want you to mate me Teyam- make me yours… breed me. Please…” you beg, your eyes never straying from his. Your words awoke a deep hunger in Neteyam, which became evident when he devoured your lips the instant the plead left your mouth. As your tongues danced together, Neteyam removed his fingers from your core, much to your displeasure, moving to focus on untying your loincloth. When the lightweight fabric fell silently from your body, Neteyam turned you around to face him fully. His eyes were completely mesmerized by your body. Staring into his eyes you reach up to the back of your neck to untie your top, but Neteyam stopped you, grabbing your wrist gently, “Leave it on… I want to hear those beads smack against your skin, while I’m fucking into you.” He purred, releasing your wrist, running his fingers between the loosely hanging fringe of beads to rub his thumb across one of your nipple.

“How about you take off my loincloth for me instead?” He offered the ultimatum, to which you gladly complied, reaching your hands behind him to work on untying the offensive undergarment, your gaze never leaving his for a moment. His own hands wandering to cup the swell of your ass, gripping the flesh of your cheeks spreading them apart to hear the faint sound of your pussy lips separating, earning an eager whine from you in response. His tail swished behind him at the sound making him desperate to sink his raging cock into you all the more sooner. The garment fell from his hips, allowing his cock to spring up free of its restraints. You gawked in awe at his size feeling a strange mix of excitement and anxiousness arise in the pit of your stomach. “You like what you see, Y/N?” Neteyam chuckled, noting your obvious staring. You looked up at him with a cheeky smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I have no idea how you managed to hide this from me all those years ago.” You mused, licking a stripe up the tip of his nose, “It wasn’t easy… your body always had its way of calling to me. I was half relieved when my father became more strict with my training.” He hummed, leaning forward to rub your nose gently with his own, eyes heavy with lust as he stared into you. You laughed at his confession cocking your head to the side, “So you were avoiding me” you accused dragging a hand down his chest and his toned abs before wrapping your nimble fingers around his throbbing length, stroking him slowly. “Mmm…To stop myself from pinning you down and fucking you mercilessly; yes I avoided you.” He breathed, moving to recapture your lips with his own, kissing you heatedly.

Pulling away from the kiss you tighten your grip on his cock as your eyes met his again, “So what’s holding you back from doing it now? Cant handle me baby?” You tease impishly. A low growl rumbled from Neteyam’s chest at your words, as he hastily grasped your thighs lifting you into his arms, pressing you firmly against his chest. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, giggling at his eagerness. The tip of his cock teased your cunt, the preexisting slick making it easy to caress from your clit to between your lips as he walked you to the trunk of a tree, cementing your body against its mossy surface with his. “Be careful what you wish for, yawne” he groaned, ensuring that his tip was lined up with your entrance, before reaching behind his head, to grasp his kuru, pulling it forward waiting in anticipation as you copied his movements. The two of you watched as the tendrils of your queues explored each other, before finally embracing one another, sealing your bond. You looked at each other with lustful, dilated eyes, Neteyam’s hands moving to pull your ass cheeks apart once more, giving him better access to your soaked core. The anticipation was killing you, “Please Neteyam, you’ve kept me waiting for too- Ah!” Your plead was cut short as Neteyam finally caved in to his urges, burying his cock swiftly inside your throbbing pussy. The pleasure that was emphasized from tsaheylu only made Neteyam more desperate to pound into senselessly, despite this he held onto whatever restraint he still had, allowing you to adjust to his size. You swore you had nearly been split in half, almost nervous to look down at your stomach, knowing that there’d have to been a prominent bulge now poking out.

Neteyam leaned his forehead against yours, breaths heavy as his nails left deep indents in the flesh of your ass while he teasingly began stirring his cock inside of you. “Fuck baby you are still so tight for me… did my fingers not stretch your needy little hole out enough? You just needed to be filled by this fat cock… didn’t you darling?” Neteyam grunted, lifting your hips to withdraw himself from your cunt momentarily, before selfishly plunging back into you in a heartbeat. You screamed out at his sudden harshness, arching your back in ecstasy as his cock hit the exact spot you needed it to. “Right there baby? That’s where you want it?” He confirmed, feeling how you craved for him to repeat his actions through the bond. “Please fuck yes Teyam, I need you so bad” you whine, trying your best to grind your hips against him, attempting to massage the spot with the tip of his cock yourself. “Shhh my love, let me take care of you.” He growled pulling his hips back enough to drive himself back into the place you desired most “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to stuff this pussy with my cum.. I just want breed this pretty pussy over and over until you can’t take another drop and your legs are shaking around me”.

Your head fell back against the tree, completely overtaken by his naughty words gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as Neteyam finally found his rhythm, fucking into you with sharp precise thrusts. “Fuck! Oh Tey I’m so close” you whimpered, chest heaving as your core tightening in response to each of his thrusts. “Haah.. you’re milking my cock so well, love. Go ahead, cum for me”. Practically releasing on command, you drench his cock in your juices, moaning out as you road through your orgasm. Neteyam steadied his movements to a halt, allowing you to catch your breath. Slowly coming down from your high, you quickly clung to your mate, as he stepped away from the tree, lowering you to lay against the mossy forest floor. “Teyam?” You mewed as he took one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing the other firmly to the ground next to you, before shoving his cock back into your sensitive cunt without warning. Neteyam began fucking mercilessly into you, just as he said he would, coaxing out loud wet noises from your dripping cunt. You cried out breathlessly, reveling in the feeling over being overstimulated. “Taking me so well baby…such a good girl” Neteyam moaned, pressing sloppy open mouth kisses on your calf as he pounded into you. You moaned with each thrust, fisting the moss helplessly beneath you for some sense of stability. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum- open up wide for me baby. I want you to take every fucking drop.” Neteyam groaned, his thrusts boarding on messy, raising your leg from his shoulder holding it in the air, pushing your legs wider in the process as he shot his load into your womb.

Exhaustion began to take over you, your body felt limp and weak. Focusing your eyes on Neteyam who own gaze bore into you, somewhat disassociating as he steadied his breathing. Just as you were about to speak, Neteyam shifts his weight to hook his arm under you, rolling you over onto your stomach, rough needy hands lifting your hips into the air ready to line up his already hardening cock back into your abused cunt, “Neteyam wait- I need a minute” you begged, face pressed into the ground as you tried to search for stability in your wobbling knees. “I already told you, yawne… I’m gonna breed this pussy until you're completely full of my cum. I want your womb to be full of my seed. Go ahead, catch your breath, love” he purred lovingly stroking your spine, sliding his cock along your lips, “you said you didn’t want to feel your legs after right? Hold on tight, yawne”.

So I think I got a little carried away, but I guess that's what I get for writting about one of my actual kinks so... WHOOPS oh well.

I've been making good progress with chapter 4 of ASSDWD I'm so excited to share it with all of you! Thanks to everyone who has been showing support for the series, however in the meantime; I hope you enjoy this lil one shot

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big19boss-blog · 1 year

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Cale Cooking!

So, this a canon I have always imagined. It’s mentioned in the TCF that Cale knows how to cook Korean food from his Kim Rok Soo days. But I imagine Cale to be an excellent cook because he always undermines himself.

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It’s not always that Beacrox is ill but even he fell ill after the strenuous fighting season was over. The children wished to cook something for him and were creating a mess in the kitchen, so Cale decided to shoo them out and take over the cooking while Rosalyn and CH cleans the mess and Ron runs an errand in the village.

So, Cale decides to take matters into his own hands.

Cale: Enough! All children out of the kitchen, now.

Roan: Human NOOOOOO!

Hong: Yess we want to cook Beacrox Uncle!!!

On: We would really love to give him something homemade.

Cale sighs.

Cale: Okay I will cook, and you all will help when I tell you too.

Cale got to work, he thought that a quick soup with some fresh bread and some hot coco would be enough. So he got to work, he kneaded the bread out of the left-over flour. He asked Roan and Hong to slowly control the heat around the melting chocolate, Choi Han to cut the vegetables and meat, Rosalyn to pre heat the oven with magic and On to get run to the underground house and bring some spice they got from the east.

Over the course of the next 1 hour he collected all the food in enough quantities to fulfill the small town they house at here at the Black Castle. The loaves were baking, soup was simmering, the hot coco was being filled in glasses for everyone's easy access.

Eventually he prepared one plate with all the food and told the children to give it to Beacrox.

Roan: You are not coming with us Human?

Cale: No, I don’t want to get catch whatever bug he has.

He then turned and left the kitchen. But everyone knew that despite that rude response how carefully he has made each item.

When Ron tasted the food, he knew instantly it wasn’t someone who has cooked for the first time. But the food was so healing, the rich but light taste of soup, the airy and slightly sour bread and the subtly sweet hot coco, that he didn’t question it much. He never knew his tiger young master could cook so well.

But the fact brings him peace that when he is gone and someone forgets to feed his Young Master, he can cook for himself.

The Children enjoyed the food so much that they ran again and again to the kitchen to sneak multiple helpings even late after dinner was over. Choi Han was almost nostalgic for a second remembering the young, malnourished Kim Rok Soo.

Cale after years of eating just enough actually ate more than necessary for once, enjoying the taste of his own food after years and getting a little lost in olden days.

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ya-zz · 2 months

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I present to you an idea:

Reader is pregnant when she met Ramattra. Their relationship develops quickly, and reader allows ram hold her new born. I wonder what kind of thoughts would he have then.

Or later on, child calls ram dada and he is so shocked he shuts down for a sec lmao

I just carve some fluff after I saw those posts about ram and children owo

Turned this one into a lil fic~

Ramattra x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1772

Three months into your pregnancy you parted ways with your partner. From finding out he was sexting multiple other women to actually sleeping with them, you finally had enough. You threw him out, bags and all. Despite the growing bump, you still had enough fight in you to kick the bastard where it counted before slamming the door shut in his face.

You had no time to be focussing on finding a new partner, whatever happens, happens. Just focus on working the final few months before you had to leave and steady your life after the scars the ungrateful bastard had left you. You had more concerning things to worry about and the health of your unborn baby was one of them.

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Coming home from work late one evening meant you had to walk the rest of the way home. A strenuous half hour, which in hindsight, wouldn’t have been that bad, but nearing labour, it was anything but easy. Eight months ago this would’ve taken you less time than waiting for a train, but the growing stress on your body was making everything ten times more difficult. All you could do was hope that you could walk home in one piece.

And if matters couldn’t get anymore dire, it started to rain. You sought shelter under a store front, the lights inside behind you were still on, so they were still open. Leaning back against the window, you breathe heavily as a hand rubs over the swollen stomach. Everything hurts and your back was close to giving out from the stress it was under carrying such a heavy weight.

You were too focussed on relieving the pain in your back that you didn’t hear the store doors open and someone approaching you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice robotic and low. There was a hint of concern in his voice as his head tilts to the side. When he sees you jump a little, clearly startled by his presence, he holds both hands up defensively. “I am sorry for startling you.”

“Oh! No, no. You’re okay.” Despite the pain you were feeling, you smile through it. Looking up at him, the omnic looks a little threatening, but the cocking of his head calms those nerves slightly.

“You are not, it seems?” He approaches cautiously. His optics scan you, seeing the pain within your body. He peers down towards your stomach.

You follow his gaze before letting out an amused chuckle. “Eight months.”

“I see.” It seems like he wants to ask something else.

The silence grows a little awkward.

“Ramattra.” He finally speaks. “The name is Ramattra.”

You find the awkwardness in his tone amusing as you smile up at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Ramattra.” Your hand rolls over your stomach, soothing the pain from the kicking inside. “I’m [y/n].”

Ramattra nods his head, repeating your name. The way it sounds coming from his vocaliser soothes you, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

The rain doesn’t seem to let up as the pair of you stay under the shelter. Ramattra looks up at the night sky, holding his hand out to the rain, watching it as it pitter patters against the rubber pads. As he pulls his hand back, he notices the shiver taking over your body.

The omnic hesitates before removing his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. When he’s met with a satisfied sigh and a thank you coming from your lips, he nods his head. “Of course.” He simply replies.

You had that intuition, a familiar feeling when you knew someone was friendly; he was good.

It took a little of internal encouragement, but you bit back and spoke aloud. “Could I trouble you to walk with me? They say to not let a pregnant lady be alone.”

Ramattra glances over at you and nods his head. “I will keep you safe, do not fret.”

Your cheeks warm up as you smile subtly at him before gesturing him to walk by your side. He does so without thinking twice and the both of you walk back to your apartment.

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The final month of your pregnancy was anything but pain free, but with Ramattra by your side throughout it all, he made things a hell of a lot easier for you.

He would help you out even when you didn’t ask for it. The omnic would stop by each day that he could, lending a helpful hand wherever possible. Cleaning the apartment, picking up the laundry and making sure everything was washed and dried for you. He even offered to go shopping for you so you didn’t have to walk that distance to and from.

You appreciated everything that he did for you. That feeling you had last month was right. Ramattra was good.

Whether it was out of pity or just something within his programming, Ramattra couldn’t stop himself. He had this need to help you. He wanted to help you, not because you were helpless, not because you couldn’t fight back, but because he felt something for you.

Love wasn’t exactly hardwired into his systems, it was a new feeling for him and for possibly every omnic he had ever met. Love was… unique.

He didn’t mind doing all these mundane, human tasks in the slightest. It helped him just as much as it helped you. Ramattra wanted to be there with you no matter how difficult it got. So, when you woke up from a nap in excruciating pain, calling out to the omnic to help you stand, he drops what he was doing and rushes over.

Upon standing, a rush of fluids roll down your legs. You stare up at him with slight embarrassment and then shock, hands gripping onto his metal forearms for balance.

“We need to get to the hospital. Now.”

His optics lock with your eyes before he nods. He grabs the bag that you had set aside for this specific time before coming back over. His hand holds yours as the other is placed on your lower back. Ramattra is quick to usher you out of the apartment and call a taxi.

He talks you through everything. “Breathe, hold my hand.” It’s all new to him and it’s terrifying. He wasn’t exactly prepared for this, he has no idea what he was doing but hopes that his words will help you.

From there on, it was nothing but reassuring gestures. His systems were warm, something new flitting through his wires. His hand never once left yours, gently squeezing against your harsher ones.

The omnics other hand would wipe away the sweat from your forehead, wanting to soothe what discomfort he could despite the pain you were in. He was gentle with you, always had been and that settled any and all doubts.

Ramattra stood with you through it all. It was a painful and intense few hours of labour but when you finally held your little boy that was bundled up in a blanket, everything finally slotted into place.

“He has his mothers eyes.” He says softly, hand stroking the back of your head.

You smile up at him, face flushed as you grab his other hand, placing it over the bundle in your arms. “Thank you. For everything.”

He shakes his head but he feels warm inside. “I told you. I would keep you safe.”

Your chest shakes as you laugh. “For two months? You’re the kindest omnic I have met… You have helped me so much. I owe you-”

“You owe me nothing.” He states, thumb rubbing the back of your head. “It was the least I could do.”

Ramattra watches you, the way your cradling your newborn, the soft look on your face and the subtle tears in your eyes. That feeling he felt? The warmth inside of him, he realises what it was. Love. Adoration.

Ramattra adores you.

He’s soon snapped out of those thoughts when you offer for him to hold your baby. He doesn't process it at first but the moment this child is within his arms, he feels his heart ache. His systems work overtime to keep him from overheating, to keep everything in check as he looks back at you.

“He needs a father. Someone like you.” You sheepishly say. “I know this entire relationship has been quick and I understand if you’re not ready for such a big commitment-”

“I want to do this.” His vocaliser lowers. “Let me protect you both.”

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BONUS:

It had been eleven months since you brought a new life into this world and Ramattra had never been happier. He was there every single step of the way, from making sure you had ample sleep which meant he would be there during the night to feed your boy, to making sure you were eating your meals.

It was hard, but Ramattra wouldn’t have it any other way. He made a promise when he first met you and that was to protect you. He wanted you to be happy, to be healthy. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

One day, whilst you were on the sofa several pages deep into a new book, Ramattra cradled the kid in his arms, trying to calm him down before his much needed sleep.

Little hands grabbed at his cables, saliva dripping down onto the metal frame of his collar as the baby suckled on a cable before releasing them with an audible pop. It brought a small laugh from you as you return to your book.

The silence was comforting before it was broken.

“Da-da.”

Your ears perk up, eyes losing the page as you stare up at your child with a shocked face. Ramattra, on the other hand, moves the child away from him, systems coming to a halt before resetting.

“Did- did he just call me dad?” Ramattra stutters.

“Da-da.” The playful smile on the child’s face was all the omnic needed before bringing the child back to his chest.

You smile up at him, moving closer to sit next to him as you brush the hair out of your child's eyes. “Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Ramattra looks at you as his hand rubs up and down the kids back before holding him into place. The child finally relaxes against the metal chassis as Ramattra moves his other hand to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

He had never dreamt that his life would come to this. A partner and a father. He chuckles lightly at the thought. Perhaps humans aren’t all that bad.

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #reader insert #yazzfics

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howtofightwrite · 10 months

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If I had a character in a medieval fantasy setting who was a short-statured young woman with some limited basic training in short bow archery and other combat arts, but generally a bit weedy, how quickly could she adapt to a longbow? The bow is notably too big for her, having been inherited from a large adult man. The process of learning and gaining the strength is intended to be difficult. Thank you!

I feel like I'm repeating myself, and we may have covered this recently, but the process of using a bow will result in a lot of upper body strength. It's fairly strenuous exercise and that will result in some bulking up. I've mad the joke that archers will be absolutely ripped, but it's also true. If she's pulling eighty to ninety pounds of force with every shot, that will quickly build muscle. That's true of both short bows and longbows. This should be fairly self explanatory, but less weight in the draw, the less power the bow has. If you have a very light draw (say, around 30lbs), then your bow won't be useful for much beyond short range target practice. Short bows tended to start around 80lbs. This is contrast to modern bows (usually used in hunting), which rarely exceed 60lbs as their maximum draw weight. There's debate on the draw weight of a historical English longbow, but estimates range from around 80 to 185lbs. (There was also a belief at the time, that you had to be raised to use the English longbow, because of it's extremely high draw weight. So, under conventional wisdom at the time, it wasn't a weapon you could learn to use later in life, you needed to be raised from childhood to use these things.)

So, here's something kind of goofy about this, that's really worth thinking about. The English longbow was ~6ft long (about 1.8 meters.) This is the average height of an adult male (at least, in theory, the statistical average is a few inches shorter.) Now, if you've ever looked at a bow, you may have noticed that you don't hold it on one end. In fact, you grip the weapon at the mid-point. Meaning, that while the weapon itself is 6ft long, only about 3ft of that protrudes up or down from your arm. Similarly, the draw length of the English longbow is slightly under 3 feet. (I don't have the exact draw length, but the arrows used were 3ft, and for obvious reasons, you can't overdraw beyond the length of the arrow.)

So, just how small is your character?

Arm span will be slightly greater than an individual's height, but for someone to be too small to draw the bow, they'd need to be under 4ft tall. They also wouldn't have meaningful difficulties aiming the weapon unless their shoulder height was less than 3ft from the ground. That works out to someone who's about 3'10.” Going by modern growth rates, that would put her at around six to eight years old. (Ironically, this correlates to roughly the age where children would begin training on the English longbow.)

So, you're telling me, your character is smaller than a 10 year old?

Also, to be clear, we're talking about the English longbow, one the largest handheld bows ever fielded. If you're using, “longbow,” in the more modern colloquial meaning, and referring to something like a war bow, the bow would be significantly smaller. So, for weapon size to be a serious issue, they'd need to be even smaller than I'm estimating.

Before someone says, “maybe they meant the siege bow,” yeah, that's not a real thing. Siege bows are (as far as I've ever been able to find), a modern item. They're roughly the same size as an English longbow, and it's possible that someone once referred to the longbow as a, “siege bow,” but I've never seen that. The closest thing to what the name evokes, would be the ballista, which was an actual artillery piece, and is slightly closer to a crossbow than a bow. Somewhat obviously, your character is not going to be trying to carry around and deploy a ballista from her backpack.

I get the whole idea of the, “small girl, big weapon,” (and, yes, I know you described her as a woman, but then proceeded to try to infantilize her by giving her a weapon too large for her to effectively use.) Adult women, on average, are not that much smaller, on average, than their male counterparts. If a weapon is too large for a woman to use, it's too large for a man to use. If you're trying to say, “well, she's little and weak,” you are deliberately trying to infantilize her. Please, cut that shit out.

And, while we're on that subject, if she's an archer, she's going to be absolutely ripped. Now, no judgment whatsoever if that's not the mental image you had planned out, and yes, because of their layer of subcutaneous fat, women tend to display less of their musculature development than men with similar builds. (Actually, both men and women rarely display much of their muscular definition unless they're intentionally dehydrating. Regardless, she's not going to look like a body builder.) All this really means is that her muscles would be stealthier, and trying to hide from casual examination, but, you're also talking about a character who could probably bench press you, before she started training on the longbow. (And, yes, I'm saying this without knowing your gender or overall level of fitness.)

How quickly could she learn? That's not incredibly clear. On one hand, my perspective is that a bow is a bow, and while there would probably be some learning curve, it is still the same weapon. Beyond that the hard part would be adjusting to the higher maximum draw weight. However, contemporary sources claimed that learning the English longbow required that you start training with it in childhood, and that it was effectively impossible to learn later in life. I'm inclined to believe that this wasn't exactly as impossible as those authors believed, but they also documented that the method of drawing the English longbow differed from methods used with other bows, and that could create a serious issue for an archer trying to learn it later in life. (Specifically, the description states they would put their body weight into the draw, which sounds like a fantastic way to seriously injure yourself, so clearly I'm missing something here.)

-Starke

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ilyluffy · 1 year

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: barou has a bit of baby fever and wants to add a new addition to your growing family

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shouei barou x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stay at home dad!barou, dom!barou, established relationship, mentions of children and pregnancy, vaginal sex, body worship, breeding kink, soft sex, praise, mentions of a tummy bulge, petnames “gorgeous, beautiful, princess, honey”, daddy kink if you overthink it, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔. granted, he couldn’t always be at home. during the football season he had games and practices that he had to attend. however, during the off season and whenever he didn’t have to be with his team he was at home with your kids. a rowdy boy and girl who certainly kept him on his toes.

you’re not sure how barou managed to do it but every day you came home from work to a spotless house and a hot meal was already cooked. today was no different but you shouldn’t have expected anything less from your clean freak husband. it was nice that you could relax after such a strenuous eight hours.

“the kids are in bed” barou slips into your shared bedroom, where you lay on your mattress. you can tell that he just finished washing the dishes from dinner by how wrinkled the pads of his fingers are. the news that the little ones are taken care of for the night makes you sigh with relief.

“thank you. i don’t know what i’d do without you” you giggle as barou plops down on the bed next to you and kisses your forehead. “always work so hard for our family”.

“so do you” barou’s quick to say as his large arms wrap around your waist. “exhaust yourself at your job all day. we’d be nowhere without you too”.

you smile back at him. he’s always so sweet despite how intimidating he looked to some. you really lucked out with this one. your smile fades a little when you notice a particular glint in barou’s crimson eyes. “there’s something on your mind. what is it?”.

barou’s lips curl downward into a frown when he realizes he’s been caught. shaking his head he replies. “it’s nothing. you’re way too tired for us to have that conversation”.

“shouei” you say sternly. “i’m never too tired. what is it, baby?”.

there’s a long pause. you can see the wheels in his head turning as barou’s debates whether or not it’s worth telling you. the longer this goes on the more worried you get. when he eventually starts to chuckle some of your anxiety begins to vanish.

“we were just talking about the kids and well… think i want another one”.

his words take you by surprise. blinking a few times, you carefully take in his features to determine if he’s serious. he is. for a second barou thinks he may have crossed the line, so he opens his mouth to apologize. he ends up being interrupted by your laughter.

“don’t you already have your hands full with two? the mess that the pair of them make is enough to keep you entertained, isn’t it?”.

the light heartedness of your tone causes barou to relax. pretty sure that he hasn’t offended you, he joins in on the laughter. “sure but i don’t know…”. the hand located on your hip starts rubbing circles over your delicate skin. “been thinking about it and i’d like to give our kids another sibling. it was just a thought. if you don’t want to, gorgeous, you can forget i said anything”.

once again you take a moment to analyze his expression. he really does want this and lucky for him, so do you. “well what are you waiting for? if we’re gonna have a third you’re going to have to work on putting that baby in me as soon as possible”.

the speed in which the emotions that your husband’s face change is astounding. first there’s pure happiness then in an instant it shifts into lust. not wasting a moment barou’s switches positions so he’s now hovering above you. he helps you peels all your articles of clothing off before working on his own. tossing each piece of fabric into the pile of laundry he planned on doing the next day, barou’s stares down at you as if you’re an angel that’s just ascended from heaven.

“look so beautiful” murmurs barou as he begins to kiss your chest. he moves down until his lips connect with your stomach. “gonna put a baby in here. just you wait, princess. let me get you ready first”.

doing as he promised, barou starts rubbing circles over your clit. he eventually moves on and sinks two of his fingers into your welcoming pussy. he takes care in getting you nice and wet. after a few pumps and curls of his digits, barou retracts them.

“ready?” he asks, using the slick on his fingers as lube for his cock. he gives it a few strokes before aiming his aching tip at your entrance. once you assure him that you’re ready, barou slowly pushes the fat head of his member past your folds.

you’d think after being with this man for so long you’d get used to his girth. it’s not even close to as agonizing as the first time or even your first pregnancy, he certainly still stretched you out in a way that had you throwing your head back. “gonna take it nice and slow” barou reassures you, taking his time in slipping inch by inch of himself inside. “wouldn’t wanna break you”.

when you part your lips you mean to let out a laugh but instead a moan echoes from your mouth. your hands grip at the sheets. it feels like it takes forever but when barou bottoms out it’s like you’re on cloud nine. it only occurs to you then that’s been so long since you’ve been able to be this intimate. with your job and the kids. your heart swells now that you can finally be so close.

barou gives you a moment to adjust while gently trying to pull your fists away from the sheets. “give me your hands, gorgeous”. at his request you release the white fabric. the moment he can, barou interlocks his fingers with yours. giving them a living squeeze, his rocks his hips.

“s-shouei” you whimper as he grinds his cock against your gummy walls. barou groans along with you. guilt fills him as he feels how tight you clench around him. how long has it been since he’s made you feel good? he can’t remember. maybe he was exceeding as a father but in his opinion he was neglecting his duties as your husband. there was no need to worry. he’d make up for all of it now.

“that’s it. let me hear those pretty moans of yours. tell me what you want” barou grunts as his pace increases but he makes sure to keep each of his thrusts passionate.

“want-“ you choke on your own whines as his length pokes at your cervix. he’s so deep. you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw an outline of his girth in your tummy. “w-want to make you a daddy again shou. please breed me”.

barou’s cock twitches at your words. you couldn’t have put that anymore perfectly. “wanna make me a daddy, sweetheart? don’t you worry, you will. just let me stuff you full, yeah?”.

you nod your head mindlessly. for a second time barou quickens his movements. this simultaneously makes you moan louder and louder until barou has to slam his lips against yours to swallow the noise. “wouldn’t want the kids to wake up, honey” he mumbles. “can tell that you're close. try to gum for me quietly, alright”.

“mhm” you reply. trying to silence yourself, you focus on your orgasm. like barou said you’re close. before long your body trembles and you feel yourself cream around his cock with a broken sob.

“that’s my good princess” shouei, bites lightly on your bottom lip. he works you through your high until he senses that he's near his end too. as a growl rises in his throat, barou’s cock stills inside of your cunt as his heavy balls unload. thick white ropes of his seed paint your walls white for what seems like at least a few minutes.

neither of you had realized how pent up your husband was until he cums so hard that your pussy overflows. it’s dripping out of you when barou pulls out. he watches almost in awe as it falls from your cunt and stains the same sheets you had been using to keep you grounded.

“looks like i’ll have to wash the sheets along with the rest of the laundry tomorrow” barou snickers, scooping up what he can from the mess. he pushes this collection back into your hole despite it seeming futile that you wouldn’t be able to waste any of it. “how do you feel beautiful”.

you look up at your husband and give him the same loving look he had given you earlier. you’re so hypnotized by how handsome he looks, long hair hanging down in his face and sweat coating his chiseled body, you nearly don’t answer. luckily you do snap yourself out of it and eventually you respond to the question.

“feel great, shou” you smile sleepily. “𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍”.

#apollo writes ✎#barou shouei #blue lock #bllk #barou shouei x reader #barou shouei smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut

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faerytreealtars · 11 months

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☆•° How does your inner child view Current you? °•☆

Hello my dears, I felt called to channel some letters from your inner children seeing as I have been working on my own inner child for the past few months, it felt only right to help all of you connect more with yours! So take a breath, clear your mind and pick whatever image speaks to your heart. Remember it is a general reading so only takes whatever resonates. Much love. Fae♡

♡ Pile One ♡

{Cards: The hierophant, two of pentacles, nine of pentacles, five of pentacles, ace of wands & four of swords}

Dear Pile One,

I, Your inner child see you as someone I could have only dreamed of being, you have power and wisdom now than I could have ever imagined, and the way you balance & control that power is so inspiring! We really came from nothing, hard times, and challenges but now look at us prosper! Far more than little me could have ever dreamed of! so much choice & creativity flows to you and makes me so proud to be you, or at least a part of you! Even if you feel out of your element just remember to slow down & look at how far you (we) have come!

~Lot's of Love, Little You ♡

♡ Pile Two ♡

{Cards: Five of Pentacles, page of wands, four of pentacles -reversed, The sun -Reversed, the tower and the hanging ones.}

Dear Current me.

I do not know how to start this letter, I do not know if you will even listen or care. I hope you will for I need you more than I have ever done. I do not know how to heal the hurts, only you do. Please don't neglect me anymore - It is so dark, so cold and I feel so confused. I am only little so why must my (our) heart hurt so? What was done to us was unjust but I do not want to linger on it any longer, there is a whole bright light for us. I can see it through the cracks but I am tired so I ask of you please don't hide away, can you be strong for us? I hope you can.

Your Ever-loving, little you ♡

(Note: While channeling your inner child I instantly felt drained of energy and cold, and it's a really hot day today so that tells me your inner child feels very neglected, I don't say this to make you feel bad. It's really easy to get busy and ignore the needs of your energy but seeing as I was near tears while writing your letter I urge you all to slow down and talk to your inner child, they really need you!)

♡ Pile Three ♡

{Cards: seven of pentacles, eight of pentacles, two of wands, the world, the star & ten of swords}

Dear Pile Three,

Hi!! Letters are kind of stuffy, don't you think? So don't mind if this sounds more like a text message! But oh, wow! I think you're so cool, like we're really the best and I know I'm right! Oh I need to focus I've been told so yeah anyway, we've done so much! succeded in all my dreams and we are unstoppable, I say don't listen to the haters they don't know us, or our story, haven't seen how far we've come, the work we've put in, the swords we've pulled from our back. Keep dreaming new dreams and know I'm your biggest cheerleader (on a side note we would have been great cheerleaders) Fae says we must have run on sugar rushes exclusively but I'm just an energetic kid! Anyway, I've got nothing else to say except Bye!!

(Channeling your inner child energy was like riding a roller-coaster, It's not bad in fact I'm sure you must have been quite the comedian/character in your youth but I do hope your parents/carers are getting some well-needed rest now!!)

I hope that you managed to find comfort, Inspiration, or a message that resonated with you out of the three piles, If not don't worry I'm sure you will receive a message in some other way. Much Love - Fae˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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MOON POSITION: Full Moon - Strawberry Moon (100%)

DAY OF THE WEEK: Sunday - Sun elemental, today's energy is good for relaxation and spending time enjoying the great outdoors. Rising with the sun will give you energy and it's best to avoid doing anything too active or strenuous on the body. Clear your mind from all worries and focus on mindfulness. Lucky Colours: Gold and Burgundy

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stickthroughthephases · 5 months

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HEADCANONS THAT HAVE BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR WAY TO LONG

Kuai Liang was a miracle/rainbow baby.

Kuai Liang is my beloved and I love him BUT he’s always getting favoured treatment in regards to his backstory and development so I’m gonna add more to it.

I can’t guess AT ALL what the gap between all the brothers truly is, initially I thought Tomáš would be the middle child with baby brother Kuai Liang but that seems to be replaced with Tomáš being the baby and Kuai Liang being the middle child, but it’s whatever.

Regardless, by birth and Lin Kuei's bloodline, he is the youngest and my guess is that they have a 3-5 year age difference. Once Kuai was born, he was always regarded as more special because of the tragedy before his birth (multiple tragedies I suppose). Bi-Han did not have the kindest of childhoods, even if he can't remember all of it, because when he saw his baby brother for the first time he was overjoyed. His parents were happy, nobody was yelling at him and he saw his father genuinely smile all the time holding baby Kuai. The birth of the younger brother was a cause for a huge celebration and the years following were of prosperity for the clan.

For Bi-Han there wasn't really any jealousy towards Kuai Liang, that was his baby brother whom he loved so so much, but that didn't mean that he didn't notice how his parents gave the younger more attention due to the discovery of his pyromancy, which was Bi-Han's guess but only one of the factors for the increased attention.

Though physical training didn't begin until later, academics and lessons were still taught with just as much as a set schedule as one would expect of crown princes, he WAS the heir for THE grandmaster title and role, he had to study and be knowledgeable just as much psychically skilled.

When it came time for physical training and honing the skills of ice, the Grandmaster wasn't one to discriminate his teaching style or let anyone baby Bi-Han just because he was the heir, if anything he was given more burden and responsibility to train harder.

*Sorry for the tangent, I promise I'll go back to my original thesis*

So little Bi-Han had been studying and then eventually training, so once his lessons were done he loved rushing to find his brother so that they could play because duh they are children, and of course, baby Kuai loved seeing his older brother and spending time together.

The realization of how different expectations were set for them was when Kuai Liang didn't have to spend as long in lessons, had their father help him out or their mother would vouch to ease on certain training exercises, not to mention whenever Fire Lord Liu Kang visited, he too would spend more time with Kuai Liang (Bi-Han was obviously busy in training and lessons).

The more favoured treatment and kindness Kuai Liang received from everyone, especially his parents put together the puzzle pieces in Bi-Han's mind that his brother had something he didn't, but he couldn't figure out what it was but he knew that they were definitely not treated the same.

You know when younger siblings do stuff but older siblings get blamed, yeah you can't tell me Kuai Liang didn't get away with stuff by looking at their parents with his beautiful brown eyes (he can do no wrong) but that meant that Bi-Han often got those punishments which usually resulted in longer and more strenuous training with a sprinkle of memorizing more of realm texts and geographical maps (idk what a clan of "Earthrelm defenders" study). BUT, Kuai would sneak in treats or snacks to cheer up his brother, who could never really stay mad at him for long.

Now onto the more fun part, Tomáš. Obviously, the guilt of Lin Kuei being responsible for killing Tomáš' family was a lot for the grandmaster so the treatment of Tomas was quite similar to Kuai Liang. I wanna they were like 8/10/15 respectively at the time Tomáš was taken in.

The real differences were too hard to ignore at this point because his father so clearly favoured Kuai Liang and now Tomáš, and well to any angsty teenager eventually you have to have had enough.

Now Bi-Han may have had a more complicated relationship with his father , whom he saw as a "Grandmaster" an older authority figure more than a parent but his mother was his safe space, when Tomáš came into their lives, their mother knew that this child just lost his family and must have felt compelled to give him the same love as her own children. Kuai Liang, who we've seen in Canon is usually a Tomáš supporter, is no different here, yes at first he was confused but like most kids, you play with each other here and there and you become friends.

Teenager Bi-Han sees the love and softness from his father given to Tomáš, his baby brother now considers Tomáš a friend and basically a brother, and attention is also given to Tomáš and even his mother, who pats Tomáš’s head and makes his favourite meal, all of which he feels cheated out of. What can you do though? He can't force the others to stop so he has to embrace Tomáš as well; begrudgingly, from a distance and in short bursts. He is not affectionate or close to Tomáš but I don't believe he doesn't consider him a brother or atleast some sort of family, no signs of the story mode gave any indication of him denying brotherhood, pure blood Lin Kuei sure, but if the brothers are in their late 20s it's been atleast a decade and anyone can get used to someone's presence in that time.

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I know you usually don't write smut buuuuuuut... can you do a oneshot with Marina where the reader is an elite dancer in a dance company (not like ballet but more like Jojo Gomez) and they come to pick her up together but she isn't quite ready yet and they see her dance really spicy and at home it gets really spicy too because they're turned on?

Author's note:

I used my favorite choreography by Jojo Gomez as an example for this request. If you would like to get more deeply involved in the subject matter of this short story, you can watch her choreography for Rude Boy on YouTube. Please only readers and viewers aged 16+!!

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Exhausted but with smiles on their faces, Maya and Carina left the fire station. Although the two of them were ready for a relaxing evening on the couch after a strenuous shift, the two of them had a common goal that evening: They wanted to surprise you and pick you up from the dance studio where you had been pursuing your hobby for years. It was the place where you loved to spend your evenings to unwind from your equally hard job and they had never visited it before while you danced there, their work usually got in the way.

As the women sat in the car, the streets gradually transitioned from day to night. There was a comfortable silence that testified to the intimacy of their marriage. Maya looked out the window and let her thoughts wander into the distance, while Carina concentrated on the path and traffic in front of her with a tired smile on her lips.

As they sat there in silence, the streetlights began to illuminate the streets as they got closer to the studio, stopping in a crowded parking lot and almost nervously making their way inside. As soon as they opened the door they were surprised by a warm atmosphere, the dance studio alive with children, teenagers and adults drawn to the music and laughter.

The two women stepped deeper into the crowd and walked up to reception to inquire about your stay in the three-story studio. "Excuse me, could you perhaps tell me where the elite group is currently having their lessons?" the blonde shouted across the counter, the music making it difficult to understand anything. The young woman nodded calmly, but did not hesitate to answer her with words. Instead, she held up three fingers, then pointed to the stairs that led up directly behind her.

Carina thanked her and pushed Maya forward by her shoulder blades. They walked up the stairs and entered the darkened floor. They stopped abruptly in front of a huge glass window and saw you in your fullest element. You danced with grace and abandon, as if you were one with the music, not missing a beat. Your facial expressions matched the song and your face radiated pure joy.

Maya's jaw dropped to the floor as she watched you sprawl on the floor and do all the movements she normally only knew from the bedroom. "Bambina, stop drooling," the brunette laughed out loud and sat down on one of the benches, pulling the blonde down next to her by her arm. But she was not listening anymore, her gaze falling over every curve on your body, observing how elegantly and at the same time sexy you moved.

It was not long enough for Maya when the music ended and your trainer proudly hugged you. Beaming with happiness and beads of sweat on your forehead, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out the door. You were immediately surprised by two grinning faces that hugged you warmly, as if they were celebrating your deep connection with this gesture. "That was amazing and really hot!" Carina admitted, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, grinning as she examined the expression on her others wife's face. „What do you think, Maya?“

You looked down at the smaller woman, her light blue eyes suddenly seeming so dark. Her pupils were dilated and burning with unbridled desire. There was a greedy lust in her eyes that seemed to permeate every fiber of her body. While scanning your entire body and licking her lips with pleasure. "I think someone gets nailed to the wall as soon as they walk through the front door.“

You could not help but notice the way your breath caught in your throat and your heart had sped up ist beat significantly again. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, and you felt so incredibly turned on by the constant eye contact with her. She stepped forward, confusing you until you feel her warm breath against your ear. "Did you enjoy yourself?" mutters the blonde in a deep undertone, sending tingles down your spine while goosebumps spread all over your skin. You nodded modestly, your body exploding with heat. "Yes, I did."

A dark chuckle erupted from her throat and she pulled you into a deep and intimate kiss, her hand tightly wrapped around your neck to feel the pounding of your heart between her fingers. Her thumb remained under your chin as she pulled away from you. "Good. You will enjoy yourself even more when you take what I am willing to give you, sweetheart.“

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You did not have time to realize what was happening to you as you stepped foot over the threshold of your apartment. In seconds, your hips were grabbed, you were spun around and pushed roughly against the door. You gasped as Maya pushed herself on you, eliminating the space between you. You were immobile to do anything.

Her lips slightly brushed against your jaw as she slowly moved down, leaving rough kisses behind. „Fuck, you should come watch more often," you breathed out, your voice coming out husky. You felt Maya smirk on your skin as she continued spreading kisses down your throat and on your collarbone. She kissed it softly, before starting to suck on it harshly, leaving a hickey behind. “Did that turn you on so much?”

"Not just her,“ your eyes opened reluctantly, now looking into the greedy and hungry eyes of Carina. She stepped closer to you, grabbing your wrists and pinned them above your head. She leaned down to you, her lips just inches away from yours. She was slowly lowering them down on yours, wrapping one hand around your neck to give her permission to access. You moaned and she plunged her tongue into your mouth, kissing you passionately. The brunette was slowly moving away to your earlobe, nibbling on it lightly. "I think we should move this to the bedroom. Maybe you can show us your moves in a private session."

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