#i love the newer waves also. someday will draw them

[sweatinf]

when you're in a slow artist nijien-lover competition and your opponent is me

[a-gun-with-one-bullet]

Teruteru and 'Byakuya' Trying to Impress Reader

Request by @citronsblog fic under cut!

Teruteru

He wasn’t skilled in getting people to like him back. He felt his flirtations may someday get someone to notice him, yet it wears on his friends around him. Especially you.

You were a newer student entering Hope’s Peak, and you had caught his eye automatically. Your personality was interesting to him, your looks drawing him in. He had gone with the flirting route at first, you first giggling and playing them off as jokes, but he noticed your discomfort in the more lewd comments. That stopped quickly. This was the first time he had gotten anywhere close to a person of interest, and he had no intentions on ever losing you. That being said, he had prepared something extra special- A nice dinner, and a confession. He left a note in your locker, asking to meet him that day.

Hours were spent at the school’s kitchen, him rushing between stoves, setting timers, flipping the cooking food, all as he counted down the minutes getting him closer to you being there. He had ran through his speech in his head innumerable times, murmuring it under his breath and correcting weak parts. His heart pounded. Would you like all of this? Or turn away, like his previous interests had?

No, he decided, you wouldn’t. They were nowhere near as important as you; You glowed like the stars when you smiled, and shone like the sun when you spoke. You would like it. You would like him.

You entered the cafeteria at the time that the note requested. It was easy to spot Teruteru’s handwriting, blocky but neat. You chose the nearest table and sat your stuff down, and headed for the noise in the kitchen.

Inside, Teruteru was decorating the finished plates with skill, each more beautiful than the last. He was concentrated on getting each right, so deep in work that he hadn’t noticed you walked in. He laid the chocolate piping bag down, smiling at his dessert, when he finally noticed you. He jumped a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh, making you both break out in smiles.

“Cher! These dishes? All for you, my dear.” Your eyes widened.

“All?” There were tons, each filled to the brim with food, the smells making your mouth water. There was no way that you could finish all of this! There had to be enough to feed a small colony.

“How about this,” Teruteru grabbed two dishes, “you go get comfortable, and I’ll serve you each dish.” You nodded, and headed back out for the cafeteria.

Teruteru came out with a dish, setting it down on the table in front of you. He pulled up a chair next to you, and sat eagerly awaiting your first bite. Everything looked so perfect, you didn’t know where to start without messing up the arrangement. Teruteru noticed your hesitation and held your chopsticks for you.

“Let me, cher.” He took a piece of the meal between the chopsticks, and held it up to your lips. You accepted, tasting the tasty meal. Every bite was like this, Teruteru dutifully holding up the chopsticks every time you finished your bite. Eventually, the plate was bare, and he headed back for the dessert.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm, thinking about him doing all this for you. He must’ve spent so much time, just for you. Your thoughts were cut short by the slice of cake in front of you.

You hadn’t seen the cake in the kitchen, you would’ve surely noted the hearts and cursive writing decorating the top. ‘I love you, dearest’ was written with the frosting, your heart beating faster by the second. Teruteru stood up, cleared his throat, and began:

“You’ve been my best friend from day one. You’ve… also been my love from day one. I love every moment I spend with you, every silly joke, every walk home from school… You’re my everything.”

With happy tears, you hugged him around the waist. His arms curled around your figure, tracing hearts into your back.

“Thank you for being by my side, love…”

'Byakuya'

It started with small things. New cologne, new glasses, new suits, and rings adorning their hands. You didn’t notice. They were a little upset over it, until they realized that if they wanted your attention, it would have to be a little more noticeable. With how shy they really are, it was little gifts at first. Flowers left at your door on mondays. Letters of admiration on tuesdays. Your admirer would send you dessert during lunchtimes, one of Hope’s Peak’s chefs hand delivering it to your table, making your friends look at you in envy. Now that they’ve got your attention, Byakuya must now reveal himself as your admirer.

They waited by your dorm’s door after the last bell. It was hard to stay there, his nerves almost getting the best of him multiple times. Yet, he stayed determined. He messed with the small box in his hands, fingers tracing the goldleaf of the outer design. It was signed with Togami’s signature- one that he had spent too many hours to count trying to perfect.

They grew antsy as they watched your figure walk down the hall towards them. They watched you smile as you separated from your friends, waving and laughing as they each disbanded, heading towards their own dorms. Their heart beat faster and harder, drumming in their ears as they started to panic.

When you got to your dorm, you were excited to see a present propped on the door. And more surprised to see the Togami logo on the box.

You wore the necklace every day, no matter what outfit. You knew it had to be Togami, but what was taking them so long to talk to you? Sometimes, you’d catch the color of their jacket in the corner of your eye, them trying to flee the scene after leaving a gift. Finally, after realizing that they may not talk to you first, you decided to approach them.

You saw the anxiety flash in their eyes as you chose the seat in front of them at the lunch table. You sat down your tray, smiled at them, and went to retrieve drinks. Two waters in hand, you returned to the seat. Thankfully, they were still here. You handed them the water, they let out a small ‘thanks.’

“Are you the one leaving the gifts?” They tense up again, and you sense that they want to hide again, but they nod anyway.

“They’re all from me.” Their voice is meeker than normal, the usual Togami Tone wavering and less than confident. You can’t help but find it adorable as a cherry color spreads across his cheeks.

“Are you free this weekend?” You offer your hand across the table. They take it, shakily lifting it up and kissing the top of your hand.

“I’ll see you then.”

[maletfgrowthblog]

Mountain Book [COM]

(A commission that I’ve worked on, hope you guys enjoy) When Drew got his hands on a spell book, he decided to have some fun with his friend.

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In a small town, two men were walking down the street as they spoke to one another.

“I’m just saying, it’s a waste how Marvel made a character like Mastodon and never brought him back again.” One of the men, a short chubby man by the name of Tony said, giving his slightly plump chest a scratch as he spoke about the semi long forgotten hero.

“I know what you mean,” Tony’s friend, Drew, commented back. The other man had a more olive complexion compared to Tony’s pale tone. Drew was also slightly fatter than Tony with his graphic t-shirt and shorts stretching against his body similar to Tony’s own wardrobe.

“But considering how we have Beast and The Thing doing similar plots of trying to alter their appearance back to ‘normal’. So unless Marvel would just keep the superstrong hairy man for a new character plot, I doubt they’ll bring him back.”

“But that’s my point, it isn’t the first time they’ve rebooted characters. Hell, they’ve done it multiple times with the same characters within the same universe even.”

The two men continued their discussion on old characters as they kept walking off, both admitting disappointment in how a big, hairy man that was designed for Mastodon never made a return to the newer comic universe. This was especially disappointing as both men loved the huge man’s design, as they were attracted to the idea of immense, hirsute men.

“Well it’s a shame, maybe someday they’ll release a hot piece of ass like his for modern audiences.” Tony sighed as he and Drew approached their destination, a book store that specializes in interests. Drew had insisted to Tony about giving the place a look when they had passed it by a week ago. It seemed the store offered plenty of books from interests as harmless as cooking to the more ‘risque’ when they saw a man in a harness gear step out of the store.

“I wonder if they carry any comics. Do you have anything specific you want to read?” Tony asked, the two stepping inside and stopping at the entrance, taking in the impressive sight of bookshelves stretching out akin to a classic library rather than a niche’ bookstore that had seemed far too small outside to house such a collection.

“Well I have been getting into the Occult. Maybe I’ll see if they have any growth spells.” Drew commented, earning a laugh and a ‘that would be great’ from Tony as the two walked further into the store, glancing over the shelves and spotting some rather obscure titles that drew their attention.

“Okay, I think this is the fiction section.” Tony commented and pulled a book titled ‘Life as a Two Ton Man’, opening it up and impressed with drawings depicting a massively obese man, seeming crushing a truck under his car sized body as he chugged from a keg.

“Yeah, it is pretty weird this stuff is on display in the front of the store.” The chubby man agreed, looking over some of the titles of the books. Drew paused at the sight of a book titled ‘The Day I Became a Planet’, pulling the book out, Drew whistled at the cover alone showing a huge muscular man being orbited by planet-like objects.

Before either man could look further or decide to head out, a voice suddenly spoke up, surprising the two. Almost dropping the books they had been reading from, the two men turned around to see who had spoken to them. Looking around, Tony and Drew spotted a desk a bit further down the room, neither having seen it when they had entered. Seated behind the desk was a rather old man, a trimmed white beard framing his portly face. A button up shirt covering his body, though the buttons strained against his full chest and swollen belly, tufts of silver body hair peeking out from between the buttons. The smile on his face was inviting, reminding the young men of a kind grandfather.

“Looking for something, boys?” The older man said, smiling as the two browsing men put away the books they had glanced at, returning them to their place before stepping up to the desk the older man sat behind.

“Uh, Yeah. I was seeing if you had any comics?” Tony asked, trying not to openly stare at the huge man’s belly. Seeing the swollen, slightly jiggling orb threaten to pop off his shirt buttons. The older man couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle before looking over a thick book beside him. The two men blinking and glancing at one another, swearing they hadn’t seen the classic looking index book by the immense elder before.

“Let’s see here, any specific comic you are looking for?” The older man, ‘Klaud’ according to his name tag that was attached to his swollen moob, asked with his eyes still on the tome he was searching through.  “I don’t really know. Have anything with big guys?” Tony said back, blinking owlishly with a light blush on his face as he realised what he had just said. The chubby man stammering to try and defend or excuse what he had admitted. Before he could embarrass himself further, the large man interrupted him with a deep chuckle whilst holding a swollen hand up.

“It’s alright boy, people have asked for worse. Let’s see… Ah, here it is.” Klaud said before standing up and leaning forward on his creaking chair before standing up, his belly spreading out over the desk like a slow tidal wave. The older man’s height towering over Tony as he pointed towards a seemingly random shelf a couple of metres away from the desk. “Plenty of big guy comics on the third shelf from the top. I hope you find something you like.” The older man smiled after giving the directions, patting the younger man on the back that forced the younger man to stumble forward. Leaving the slightly dazed Tony to see to the bookshelf, Klaud turned his gaze towards Drew, making the chubby man jump a bit. “Now, how can I help you?”

Drew blinked at the question, turning to glance over at Tony who was looking over the shelf he had been sent to. The young man seemed engrossed with one of the books. The sound of a throat clearing made Drew look back to Klaud, seeing the older man raise an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.

“Well, it’s a bit niche… and embarrassing.”

“I won't judge you boy, I’ve heard plenty of requests.”

“Well… do you have magic books.”

“Parlor tricks or to affect the laws of nature?”

“H-Huh?”  “Young man, the books in these walls hold power depending on the reader’s wish. Do you desire a book to teach you sleight of hand and simple tricks to impress your friends?” Klaud leaned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial tone like he was sharing some deep secret. “Or do you want the power to change the world, for better, or worse, or just because you want to get off?”

Drew blinked, swearing the older man’s kind eyes seemed to bore straight through him and into his very soul. Taking a quick glance back to Tony, who seemed engrossed with the book he was looking at.

“Okay… then I want magic to change things.” Drew admitted, sneaking one more look to Tony, before facing Klaud. The older man nodding before sitting back into his chair, making the piece of furniture creak ominously under him, moving to look through an old fashioned note rolex. Klaud’s thick fingers skimming over the paper cards with surprise dexterity before he stopped and pulled one of the cards out.  “This should fit your fancy. The shelf is just around the corner, book number M.420-69. You can’t miss it.” Kalud explained, passing the card to Drew whilst said young man did his best to resist the urge to giggle at the rather humorous number the book had.

Giving his thanks, Drew walked around the desk and looked for the bookshelf in question, spotting it and after a quick look over finding the book, this time openly giggling a bit as he saw the number again. However, pulling out the book and reading the title made Drew pause for a moment, trying to make sense of what he saw.

“Transformation and growth for beginners.” Drew read aloud the title, he had to admit that title alone made him excited. Not to mention some of the illustrations that decorated the cover started to pull at his imagination with what the book could supposedly do. Etchings of oddly proportioned men were spread out, each showing a hugely sized man, be it with thick arms that look to use trucks for barbells, or a guy with a swollen belly that would make kegs look tiny.

Lifting up the book, Drew gave the pages a quick flip through. The solid spine cradled in his hand as he looked over, some of the scattered pages slightly brown and crinkling with age. However, some words and illustrations that popped out to him looked too modern compared to the old looking book.

Drew paused on a page showing a suited man side to side to a huge blob like shake that took up more than half the page. Looking it over, Drew recognized the huge blob shape as the previous slim man.

“So I guess this is for some serious weight gain.” Drew commented, seeing how one of the bulges of the blib he assumed was the huge man’s moob was bigger than the original suited man’s entire body. Before Drew could read further, feeling the urge to read aloud the words, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. With a jump, and thankfully not dropping the book, Drew turned to see the impressively tall and thick figure of Klaud standing behind him, his facial hair seeming to curl up with the smile on the thicker man’s face.

“Sorry to surprise you, little guy. But if you want to really enjoy what that book can do, I suggest you and your friend head out.” Klaud said, slowly leading Drew back to the front desk, pausing to scan the book out, and then continuing to the exit. Klaud pointed out how Tony seemed to have finished his own purchase of books and had paid for Drew’s purchase too. “Now I hope you two have plenty of fun with that book you got. I recommend page Seventy-Nine for some real fun, just make sure you have plenty of space.”

“Wait, what?” Drew asked, blinking as the older man quickly handed the old style book back to Drew. Before he could ask about the page suggestion, or how the older and heftier man could seem to move so fast, both Drew and Tony were ushered out of the store with their prizes in hand.

“Well… That was weird.”

“Yeah, it was. But he had some great books, I got plenty of good comics with some huge guys in them. I mean, I haven’t even heard of some of these comics before.” Tony said with a smile on his face, holding up his collection of books with the covers showing goliath sized men clad in tight fitting lycra. “What did you get Drew?” The chubby man asked, the two friends starting to walk back home.

Drew had been thinking over what went on inside the store. Taking a quick glance behind and then looking down at his own book before facing back the eager face of Tony.

“It’s a surprise.” Drew said, ignoring the almost childish whine from Tony, already Drew was thinking what he could potentially do with the spells he now had access to.

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“Right, so those are the spells.” Drew said in his room, having spent his time following coming home by just looking through the different spells that the book offered him. Of course, all of the incantations focused on the transformation of the human body, all with immense results. Leaning back in his old desk chair, Drew glanced over the list of spells he had written out beside the book, having been picking out potential spells to try out, among them including the one that Klaud had suggested for him.

“This is ridiculous.” Drew said to himself as he shook his head, it was impossible for spells to really work. But that little thought of the spells actually causing growth, even if just a pipe dream, was too tempting for him. “Maybe I should just test one of the spells.” The thought flashed through Drew’s mind. Latching on to it, Drew grabbed the book and flipped through to a random page before making his way to the window and looking out for a random target.

Taking a glance outside, Drew’s eye fell across the street on a random man who seemed to be waiting for the bus. His slim figure was fairly outlined by the sharp dress shirt and slacks he was wearing. Drew kept an eye on him, figuring he wasn’t much older than him, before going back to the spell book and settling on a spell.

‘A weight gain spell. Can’t really beat the classic stuff.’ Drew thought out figuring any growth could be explained away as just metabolism before he read over the steps the spell required. Seeing all he needed to do was focus on his target and not break his line of sight, Drew turned back to the man before saying aloud the spell. Watching the suited man standing by the curb, Drew could only stare, not expecting anything, before his eyes widened at the sight occuring. Watching on, Drew witnessed the man starting to swell outwards like he was inflating. The loose shirt started to tighten with his body broadening out, arms and legs thickening with a look of his swelling ass taking up his backside. Surprisingly, the man seemed unaware of doubling his weight in mere seconds, though he seemed to have begun to sweat profusely.

Another thing that Drew noticed was the man’s clothing looked to be growing with him, seams that had begun to stretch and give up repatching and stretching further, his shirt gaining more buttons as his belly and moobs expanded forward looking like a blimp. Even from the window Drew could see the man’s belt elongating before suddenly being replaced with two belts doing the job of holding up his ridiculously large pants that covered his lower belly, dividing the swell of fat. The growing sacks that were his moobs pushing up the thick slabs of blubber that were his arms. One of the thick limbs rising, revealing the spreading dark patch of sweat that was forming, as a baseball mitt sized hand reached to the growing man’s face to wipe sweat off his forehead. Drew watched the huge man’s face, seeing his neck gone and replaced by a thick ring of fat that fused with his chin. His swollen cheeks resembled the stuffed cheeks of a squirrel, forcing his panting mouth into a pout. Staring at the huge man that rivalled cars in size, Drew felt his eyes ache before finally blinking, when he opened them up and seeing the enormous man had ceased growing. His swollen belly and gigantic ass stretching his clothing as both rested on the ground despite the man seeming to be standing up.

“Holy Shit!” Drew said under his breath, watching the enormous car sized man trying to waddle down the street. Seemingly unaware of suddenly becoming the world’s heaviest land mammal as each broad step saw to the pavement cracking under his larger feet. Still staring at the gargantuan mass of man waddling away, Drew realized with the spell book he could do anything. Quickly flipping through the pages, he stopped on the one he was suggested by Klaud, already thinking of the perfect person to use it on.

“Oh, Tony will enjoy this.”

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“Hey Tony, you mind getting some empty files from the store room?”

“Oh, sure thing Maurice.” Tony said before pushing back his chair and standing up. The chubby man couldn’t help but take the chance to stretch. His job at the office whilst paying well, unfortunately saw to times where he’d be sitting down for long stretches of time. Though his growing belly pushed out a bit from his shirt, Tony had to admit he relished those moments where he could get up and move about.

Stepping out of his cubicle, Tony kept adjusting his stance and moving from foot to foot. Lately he had been feeling off, his clothing that had fit perfectly the night before were feeling tighter than usual.

“Must have shrunk in the wash.” Tony rationalised, not realising how that logic doesn’t apply to his shoes. Trying to ignore the slight pinch with each step, Tony made his way through the hallway of cubicles. Getting to the store room, Tony couldn’t help but sigh as he saw the step ladder wasn’t in the room where it should have been.

“Come on.” He groaned before stepping to the shelf the file boxes were on, not looking forward to standing on his toes and trying to reach into the shelf. Instead Tony was surprised to find himself eye level with the shelf. Not questioning it, the portly man found it easier to reach for the box files, though he couldn’t help but feel the back of his shirt tighten along with the fabric round his arms.

“Here are those files you wanted.” Tony said as he handed them off before returning back to his seat. Taking a breath and wiping sweat off his forehead. “Did someone turn up the thermostat?” Tony leaned back in his creaking chair before a ‘Ping’ made him freeze. Glancing over his chest towards the desk he saw a lone button against the base of the monitor. Looking down at himself, Tony saw where it came from as his shirt now had an opening exposing more of his hairy flesh.

“Man, I’ve really been snacking.” Tony said, blushing a bit at the sight of his exposed belly, though he noticed a stirring and tight feeling just under his belly that made his light blush darker. Before he could focus on how he seemed to be growing, his mobile gave off a ring that he had gotten a message. Struggling a bit to pull the device out of his tight pocket, Tony felt a smile creep up his face as he saw the message came from Drew.

‘Hey man, want to meet for a meal later? My treat.’

Tony responded back saying sure, though he found himself struggling to type as his fingers pressed different letter keys at the same time. Tony hoped his phone wasn’t breaking, before putting it aside and getting back to work, looking forward to the dinner plan he made with his close friend.

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“I wonder how Tony is enjoying the new changes.”

Drew thought to himself whilst standing outside a local buffet. The chubby man was eager to see just what the spell he cast did to Tony. Before Drew could wonder for too long, imaging his friend as the immense man he fantasized about, a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Hey Drew.”  The voice sounded familiar but somehow different, deeper. Turning towards its source, Drew held back the urge to gasp at what he was as walking towards him was Tony, only much bigger. Standing easily at more than eight feet tall, the huge man walked closer to Drew. Tony was still wearing his shirt and trousers from work, only both failed to survive the growth of their wearer. The shirt was torn open with the huge belly and chest on full display, bouncing with each step the enormous man took. His sleeves had stretched and ripped apart, showing his thick biceps as the remains of the shirt looked more like a vest, though Drew was certain the back had been torn open by Tony’s broad back. Before Drew could truly take in how Tony’s tree thick legs had torn his pants into shorts, or how his shoes were open mouth scraps with his hairy feet on display, the huge man was before him. Drew found himself face to face with his friend’s hairy belly with his thick chest over him.

“H-Hey Tony. Seems you’ve had a growth spurt.”

“Growth spurt?” Tony blinked at the comment before looking down at himself. “Oh, no. Just my clothes shrunk and I guess I moved a bit too quickly. Figured I’m still decent enough to go out for a meal.” Tony said, oblivious to the look on Drew’s face and the painfully obvious growth that had occurred to him.

“Tony, you burst out of your shoes.” Drew said, pointing down to the exposed toes of his friend as they willed out of the torn remains of Tony’s socks and shoes.

“They were an old pair.” The grown man rationalised, having to bend forward to see over his swollen torso. Tony’s chest brushing against Drew’s head as the huge man cast a shadow over him.

Figuring the spell made Tony ignorant to the clear changes, Drew decided to drop it for now, as he stepped out of his friend’s shadow and led him into the buffet, feeling the ground shake slightly with each dull step Tony took.

“How about we focus on getting a good meal.”

“Sure thing. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” Tony joked, though with his size, the low rumble of hunger from his belly, and the spell in place, Drew was sure he could eat the entire barn.

‘Hopefully the buffet has enough food for you.’ Drew thought before they stepped in, noticing Tony had to duck down to keep from bumping his head against the doorframe. The staff and other patrons didn’t seem at all concerned with the huge man entering, besides some grumbles from a few as the enormous Tony bumped his thick legs against some tables on his way in.

“Heh, sorry there. Just these tables are a lot closer than they used to be.” Tony said, blushing slightly as he tried to squeeze between the tables, Drew following behind and getting a good view of Tony’s ass as it kept swelling and stretching out what remained of his pants. Getting to the heating trays, Tony just grabbed a tray without a plate and began to pile food into the tray. Drew could only watch as the huge man lumbered around the stalls, taking snacks and huge mouthfuls with a ladle he swiped from one of the heating trays.

“Tastes good big boy?”

“Yeah, sorry. Couldn’t wait to sit down before taking a bite.” Tony admitted through heavy mouthfuls of food, his cheeks bulging a bit as he ate enough food in one bite that would be a ful portion size for a normal guy.

“It’s okay Tony. Help yourself.” Drew said, barely taking small bites of his own food as he watched the huge man that was Tony gorge himself, practically emptying the trays he passed by. Each bite seeing to further and further growth. His swollen belly spreading forward along with the thick sacks that were his moobs. His swollen biceps bulging with each lift of his thick arms, exposing more of his growing forest of armpit hair. Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off Tony as each movement he made saw to his growing body shifting and jiggling about.

Eventually Tony gave up trying to load food onto his tray and instead abandoned it to lift the heating dishes up and dump the contents into his mouth. The steaming meal doing little to deter the giant man with his throat bulging with each heavy gulp he took. His body surged forward with growth, swelling further as the pitiful scraps of clothing still on him tore and struggled against the growth with a glance down below the growing belly. Drew saw Tony’s underwear on full display with his trousers tearing off, the tighty whities stretched and torn into a kind of speedo, barely containing the massive bulge that was getting closer to eye level with Drew.

'This is going well.' Drew thought, deciding to sit back and watch his friend clear out the buffet as he grew with each bite. Eventually Tony took to getting on his knees, shaking the ground before sticking his large face into the trays, truly making a hog of himself as he stuck his swollen ass out. Taking his eyes off the impressive show of gluttony and growth, Drew saw that the other patrons didn’t seem bothered with the colossal man gorging himself and visibly outgrowing his clothing.

After some time, Tony tossed the final empty heating tray to the growing pile of trays before leaning back. The gargantuan man took up a good portion of the room, his thick legs knocking tables and chairs aside whilst spreading out. Tony’s broad back and swollen ass pressing against the cracking wall behind him. The enormous giant groaned deeply, opening his now beard framed mouth before a booming belch rumbled out of him, shaking the entire buffet and causing Tony’s heavy fat rolls to wobble from the force.

“Oof, that was a good snack.” The gigantic Tony said with a proud pat on his heavy dome of a belly, adding to the show of his jiggling fat. Drew looked on at the giant obese man that his friend had grown into. Thealler man walked up closer to Tony, breathing in the stench of musk th smat was coming off him.

“You cleaned the place out, big guy.” Drew said, walking towards the room filling giant, placing a hand against the wall of fat that was a tire thick fat roll that jiggled above Drew’s head. The smaller man felt his hand sink into Tony’s blubbery body.

“Well yeah, but it’s not my fault this place doesn’t have enough food for this big belly I got.” Tony chuckled deeply, rubbing his belly and causing his body to jiggle as he caressed the huge hair covered mass. Watching on, Drew could see Tony’s body was still growing, though it seemed to have slowed down now that the behemoth had stopped gorging himself. “Think we could try another place before we head home?”

Drew blinked at the question, stepping back as he looked up at Tony’s bearded face, seeing his head and broad shoulders pressed closer to the ceiling. Drew could make out how Tony was leaning forward slightly to keep from breaking through, his chin pressing into his neck fat and swollen chest. The forest of chest hair mixing together with the giant’s dense beard.

“I… you sure Tony? Might have an issue getting you outside.”

“We got me in, so it shouldn't be too hard getting out again.” The enormous giant chuckled before moving forward, grunting slightly as he began to shift his mass to get out. Drew stepped back as far as he could, pressing against the far wall, watching the giant Tony get on his hands and knees. His swollen belly dragging on the ground and crushing the remains of the furniture beneath him. Getting to the double doors, Drew took in the sight of Tony forcing his gargantuan, hairy body out of the wrecked buffet. The sound of the cracking brick and creaking metal filled the area as Tony forced his way through, giving Drew a good view of the deep hair filled charm between the wobbling and bulbous ass cheeks. Hearing the big man grunt with using more force, it wasn’t long before a harsh sound erupted as the wall holding back Tony broke apart with his huge body finally outside, though Drew could see that the now warped door frame was stuck to Tony’s body.

“Oof. They don’t make doors as strong as they used to.” Tony laughed nervously before standing up now that he had room in the street. The tarmac under his feet cracking as he shifted his weight, his impressive body rising with Drew having to step out of the ruined buffet to take in the entire body of his best friend. The smaller man couldn’t help but gasp as he took in the colossus before him. Going up Tony’s thick hairy legs, Drew finally saw the impressively sized cock that had been covered by his belly, now visible as it pressed down towards the halfway point of his thighs. The dick was easily bigger than Drew’s entire body, large heavy drops of pre leaking onto the ground, the immense body part framed by the thick forest of pubic hair and the yoga ball sized testicles that churned with the giant’s growth. Looking further up over the swollen gut, following the trail of belly hair up to the immense moobs that Drew was sure he could hide under. The metal door was straining against Tony’s broad shoulders, the metal dented from a square into a tight oval around the huge giant, before the growth spurts saw it getting tighter and tighter. The giant frowned uncomfortably struggling with the tightening metal, before with a sigh of relief announced the deformed door frame snapping off and landing a distance away, hidden by Tony’s shadow.

“Oh, that feels so good.” Tony said, his huge hands rubbing the markings the door left on him as he started moving down the street. His thick legs forced him to waddle with each step shaking the ground and causing the cars to bounce. Drew struggled to keep up as the earth shook on with his friend’s heavy foot falls. Watching on, Drew took in the sight of Tony’s broad back and wobbling ass, seeing the huge cheeks swaying getting closer to the surrounding buildings. Taking in Tony’s steadily broadening shoulders getting progressively higher and higher, Drew thought back to the spell he had cast.

‘Make the man as big as he desires.’

“Wonder just how big he’ll get.” Drew thought aloud before rushing to Tony’s growing mass, following the increasing craters his feet left before another deep belch erupted out of the giant. (Link to Deviantart :https://www.deviantart.com/fattyfatman/art/Mountain-Book-COM-842170545 )

[platonicvisionimagines]

Vision, the reader, Wanda, and any other Avengers of your choice on a road trip somewhere. Someone thought it would be a nice bonding experience and everyone there was pretty much brought against their will. Fun nonsense, loud singing and hijinks ensue and the reader gets to see a playful side of Vision they never even knew he had.

Alright, my friend. So here’s the deal. This request was so flipping good that I really had to go a little overboard. So, instead of a bulletpoint scenario…I may or may not have started a, uh…full-on fic? It started getting out of hand, so I’m breaking it up. Here is the first part, and it’s going to be, I estimate, about 2 or 3 segments long. I just felt that an overview really didn’t do this request justice. So, this is part one, and be prepared for much more after I finish the six other requests in my inbox.

THE AVENGERS ROAD TRIP, PT. I (2.5k words)

It starts as a sort of joke, a wild fantasy proposed by a couple of day-dreamers.

The common room in the New Avengers Facility is filled with an uncommon and uncharacteristic peace—no arguments, no hurt feelings, an all-around remarkable lack of tension and room-dominating elephants.

Steve reads the paper from his favorite chair directly under one of the overhead lights. On the floor beside him, Bucky tinkers with the unloaded crossbow Clint and Natasha were teaching him to use. Vision and Bruce examine and discuss blueprints for one of Tony’s new blaster prototypes pulled up on a holoscreen. Viz’s arm is wrapped around Wanda’s shoulders, and he absent-mindedly rubs circles into her sleeve with his thumb as she chats with you.

“Oh, I listened to that band you were telling me about!” Wanda exclaims, gesturing excitedly.

“I’ve given you hours’ worth of recommendations, Wanda,” you tease good-naturedly. “You’re going to have to narrow it down for me.”

She laughs. “Ah, they had a strange name. I can’t think of it. Hang on.” She closes her eyes and racks her brain for a melody. One pops to mind and she hums the chorus expectantly. Recognition clicks in immediately for you.

“WALK THE MOON! Oh my gosh, what did you think?”

“I loved them! They make music that makes me want to travel.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”

You leap to your feet, pointing at her fervently. “It makes perfect sense! I know exactly what you mean—they’re the perfect road trip band!”

Wanda, Viz, and Bruce stare at you with wide eyes, and, realizing that your shout has definitely disturbed the peace, you glance behind you to find Steve and Bucky wearing the same expression. You smile in sheepish apology and spin back around to face Wanda, who hides her laughter behind her hand.

“Sorry, everyone. I promise I’ll be quiet after this, but you all look skeptical of my claim, so now I have to defend my point.” You cue F.R.I.D.A.Y. with a wave of your hand. “Miss F.R.I.D.A.Y., play ‘Surrender” by WALK THE MOON.” Vision chuckles quietly. He always called the AI “Miss,” insisting that for all she did, she deserved the utmost respect, and the habit had rubbed off on you.

There’s a rustling as Steve gives up on reading for a moment, folding his paper and putting it in his lap. Bucky continues to fiddle with a mechanism of the crossbow, but you know enough about him to know he’s listening carefully, too. The opening notes of the song fade in, and the images of all it could be a soundtrack to are vivid in your mind’s eye.

After a minute of listening, you can see that no one’s objecting to the music, but they’re also not visualizing what seems painfully clear to you. Wanda and Vision are searching to find whatever it is you had in mind, but Bruce looks like he’s not hearing the track at all as he frowns and zooms in on the blueprint before him.

“Alright, everyone close your eyes. You’ve got to let it wash over you.”

Much to your surprise, everyone does as you ask. As a younger, newer member of the team, sometimes you could get the others to indulge you for little requests like this.

“Really listen now,” you instruct as the chorus pumps its driving beat through the air. “See? Don’t you get a vibe like you’re driving through the Grand Canyon with your hair flying in the wind and the red rocks rising around you? It’s just blue skies and open air and freedom, ya know?” The longer they have their eyes shut, the more you see everyone’s expression shift, and you know they’re feeling it.

When the song ends, Steve and Bucky are looking at you, nodding in satisfied agreement. Bruce still has a small smile lingering on his face as he goes back to scanning over Tony’s blueprint, and you hope the music was a welcome distraction for a moment. Vision opens his eyes and grins.

“That was lovely. I can understand why you both enjoy that song so much.”

You look to Wanda to get her opinion, but stop yourself from speaking when you see that her eyes are still closed. Another few seconds pass before she opens her eyes. There’s a faraway expression on her face when her gaze meets yours, and it startles you. The sadness that tints her irises haunts you, and you quickly sit down beside her. Vision notices the same thing and gently shakes Wanda’s shoulder, looking at her worriedly.

“Wanda, are you okay?”

She blinks rapidly to reel in the emotions threatening to spill over and nods.

“I…I am fine, yes. It’s just…it sounded so nice.” She brings her hands up and gingerly flicks her hair off of her forehead. A gentle smile graces her lips. “Maybe…maybe someday we can see something like that.”

Vision takes Wanda’s hand and kisses it softly, rubbing her knuckles soothingly. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Wanda.”

“I agree,” you say, searching for a way to bring her back to the state she was in before. “Hey, do you want to watch this really cool set of covers Steve and I watch sometimes?” She nods, and you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to bring up YouTube.

Everyone returns to their tasks, but the calm is skewed, squished, like it can’t quite settle back into the same shape, like the room suddenly has less space than before. Wanda falls back into easy laughter as you show her Postmodern Jukebox, but you catch Vision’s eye behind her back, and you both know that you’re going to have to find a way to help Wanda see the world.

In looking at each other, neither of you catch the glint of determination in Steve’s eye as he turns to the sports section.

It’s 10:45 the next morning when F.R.I.D.A.Y. sends out a compound-wide alert to let the team know that an 11:00 meeting has been called. Everyone who spent the night in the compound shuffles down to the boardroom in various states of alertness; 12:00 is optimal functioning time for most Avengers. Bruce rests his chin on his hand, dozing lightly as he sits, and across from him, Natasha watches, fighting the smile threatening to cross her face. The smell of coffee hangs heavy in the air as Clint hunches over his mug next to her, Sam throws back his caffeine like a shot, and Wanda sips quietly from her cup. Vision smiles brightly as you enter, and you pull up a chair beside him.

“Any idea what we’re in for?”

“None whatsoever.” Tony beats Vision to his reply, striding through the door. “I pulled up this morning ready to get to work and got re-routed on my way to the lab, so it better be good.” He slides into the seat next to Bruce, clapping him on the shoulder and startling him awake. “You get a chance to take a look at those blueprints, buddy?”

Bucky and Steve walk in last. Bucky takes a seat near the head of the table, and Steve follows but remains standing.

He gives a close-lipped smile before starting in. “Morning, Avengers. I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting.”

“Rogers, if this is about trying to get the Department of Education to finally retire those PSAs—”

Steve snorts. “It’s not that, Stark. We’re in need of some team bonding.” He looks around meaningfully at all of you. “I think some time together outside of the compound would do us some good—time when we’re not looking at blueprints or punching secret agents in the face. Time when we’re just…you know, living.”

“I like our movie nights,” Bucky interjects with a shrug. That was an understatement—Bucky adored movie night.

“So do I, Buck, but I was thinking of something a bit beyond that,” Steve responds cryptically.

Natasha narrows her eyes. “Well then, what do you have in mind?”

Steve draws in a deep breath, pointedly meeting your eyes and then Wanda’s. “A road trip.”

Clint, Sam, and Tony burst into laughter simultaneously. Natasha smiles.

“Oh, you’ve really done it this time, Steve.”

Steve had anticipated as much in the way of reception. “Before you totally shrug me off, really think about it for a minute. It’s a much-needed break, a chance for us to see some new sights, and I know for a fact you’ve all wanted the opportunity to test out Stark’s car collection.”

“Hey, don’t volunteer my luxury SUVs for your little teenage summer fantasy.”

“You can shake your finger at me all you want, but I guarantee they’ll look better on the road than in the garage.”

“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Vision finally says. Everyone turns to look at him, and at last, they catch sight of Wanda, of the hope shining in her eyes. The atmosphere shifts with the recognition of her childlike wonder. You tap your fingers on the table.

“I agree. Honestly, nothing cements family ties more than a good, old-fashioned road trip.”

The beginnings of a sense of triumph lights Steve’s expression. The tide is turning in his favor.

Bruce sits up in his seat to object. “I don’t think we want to risk putting me in a very confined space for an indeterminate number of hours.”

“I don’t know, Dr. Banner,” you pipe up. “I’ve never seen you Hulk out over nothing. It’s always seemed like you’ve been pretty in control over the kinds of minor annoyances that would pop up during a road trip.”

“That’s true, Bruce,” Steve agrees. “I think you might really end up enjoying yourself.”

Sam stretches in his seat. “Yeah, you all have a good time with that. Take lots of selfies, alright?”

Without missing a beat, Steve looks at Sam. “Sam, you’re coming.”

“What?” Sam sets his mug on the table, disbelief in his face. “Come on, why don’t I get a choice?”

“Because you don’t have a wife at home already prepared to chew you out for missing dinner last night by staying at the compound,” Clint retorts. He laughs fiendishly in victory, his voice playful, but his expression falls a bit and his laughter dies off as he realizes the truth behind his promise of an imminent incoming lecture.

“Look,” Steve sighs, a muscle in his jaw tightening as his tone changes. “It’s been one major hit after another for this team. If we’re being honest, I think it’s a miracle we’ve managed to stay together this long. It just seems like we could use a little vacation, a way to reaffirm that we’re in this together. That we’ve got each other’s backs.”

A few seconds pass in silence. Bucky breaks it, grinning as he speaks.

“Alright. An Avengers road trip.” He chuckles lightly at the sound of it; it’s a proposition only his best friend could make work. The room settles into an energy of acceptance, a few other laughs breaking free from your teammates. You and Vision look at Wanda at the same time. She’s ecstatic. “That begs a pretty important question,” Bucky continues. “Might start a brand new fight before it brings us together. Where are we going?”

The task falls to you and Vision. Steve feels that it’s only right. He extends the invitation to Wanda, too, but she declines, saying she wants to be surprised.

You briefly consider having a city as your destination, tossing around Boston and Pittsburgh and Cleveland. But the national parks have always had a special place in your heart, and as soon as you suggest it, Vision concurs that it’s the way to go.

“Cuyahoga or Acadia?” you ask, biting your lip and drumming your fingers against your chin.

Vision considers this seriously for a minute. “Maine might be a bit more secluded,” he suggests. “Easier to stay hidden and inconspicuous.”

You clap and point at him in agreement. “You’re so right, my dude.”

“We could complete the first half of the trip and stop in Providence for the night before making our way into Augusta.”

“Good idea. I love Rhode Island.” You type in your new destinations and look at the times for each leg of the route. “Looks like it’s broken up into three travel days this way. Should prevent us all from being at each other’s throats too quickly, right? On the way back we can do longer stints in the car and get back in two days because everyone always wants to get home by the end.”

“We could stay over in Concord, New Hampshire.”

“Perfect!” You survey the route you’ve mapped out in awe. “Viz…I believe we just planned a road trip.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles at you. “I believe we did.”

Ultimately, Steve grants Tony the option to skip out on the road trip so that he can spend time with Pepper—although he did extend the offer to let Pepper join the expedition; she respectfully declined. Clint had automatically qualified for exemption because of his family. The thought of the confined quarters of the car had made Bruce too nervous, and he opted to remain at home after you made him promise to tag along for the next road trip—you were exceedingly optimistic—as long you all came back in one piece and still mostly enjoying one another’s company.

But you did succeed in dragging Natasha, Sam, and Bucky along, and you even manage to get Peter onboard. Not that it had been much of a struggle.

“A road trip?” He had gawked. “Uh, yeah, of course I want in!”

It’s a Thursday when you leave, piling into the Lincoln Navigator Tony agreed to loan you. Peter, Sam, and Bucky settle into the back row. Peter doesn’t mind, even being in the middle seat, and Bucky doesn’t mind the back either. But Sam wears an exasperated expression already. He hadn’t had much of a choice in coming or in his seat selection, mostly because you had begged that Wanda and Vision’s first road trip experience not be from the back of the van. Window access, you had argued, was key for the trip. But you promised he could have first pick on the way back.

And so it had come to pass that Nat, Wanda and Vision would occupy the middle row—the snack row. The three hoist the big snack-filled canvas bags Wanda had assembled throughout the week into their laps. You slide into the passenger’s seat as the appointed DJ for the journey, and Steve exchanges a few words with Tony as Tony hands off the keys.

And then Steve takes the wheel, and the road trip begins.

Again, thank you for the great opportunity to bring this to life, my darling Anon. Look for the next few parts with some great Viz moments over the next few weeks!

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Human Coloring Book

Notes: This is a fic in which I combine my love for Dad!Killian with my love for tattooed Killian. I refuse to believe that man only has one tattoo on his person. He's probably not as tatted as I made him in this, but whatever. As always, I have to thank my good friend @welllpthisishappening (if you’re not following her, there is something wrong with you because she is fantastic and she makes ridiculously long but amazing fics that will make you forget that the outside world exists and when they end, you weep because it was so good and you want more.) for listening and giving me feedback on my work. She's the best. All mistakes are mine because I don't have a beta and I am trash. You can also read it here on AO3: [LINK] Summary: Killian Jones is covered in tattoos, including an impressive outline of a full sleeve on his blunted arm. Emma thinks he should get it colored. Killian gets it colored in a rather unconventional way. Rating: T Word Count: 3,500+

Emma nearly gasped the first time she stripped him bare and saw what was underneath all the leather. Nothing had prepared her for the magnificent artwork that lay undiscovered, hidden under numerous layers of black clothing. Killian Jones was covered from head to toe in ink. She had always assumed that he had a few tattoos aside from the heart and dagger that bore another woman’s name, but what she discovered was an entirely different level.

There wasn’t much work on his torso, but there was a tiny, tiny black swan on the far end of his collarbone and it became Emma’s favorite thing to kiss. It was a tribute to her, something that he had gotten while Emma and Henry were in New York. He had taken his vow to remember her everyday seriously and had marred his skin with his promise.

A pair of coordinates with an old fashion looking sextant took up the majority of the space on his left ribcage. It was one of the older looking tattoos on his body, the ink starting to blur a bit with age. Emma knew the moment she saw it that it was another memorial wrought on skin. It was for Liam and Emma sometimes caught him tracing it with a pensive look on his face in the dark quiet moments of the night, particularly on the hard days where one of them almost didn’t make it home.

There was a line of Greek script on his hipbone that was just as old as the sextant and it was what should have cued her in to the fact her pirate had a talent for linguistics. Killian Jones was not the type to tattoo a phrase in a tongue he didn’t speak on his body. On one particular night while she was worrying the letters with her lips and teeth, she asked him what it meant and he choked out it meant ‘freedom.’ It had been his first tattoo; inked only a few days after the Jones brothers had escaped the bonds of servitude.

Less meaningful tattoos littered his body; a feather dancing across the bridge of his foot, a colorful sea monster curled around an ankle and a Jolly Roger flag waved proudly on the back of his left calf. His back is a macabre of skulls and dancing skeletons circling around a very detailed rendition of the Jolly Roger, which upon closer inspection seemed to act as a mask for the uncountable number of scars that littered his back. Unknown constellations that Emma had never seen were sprinkled across backs of his shoulders, accompanied by a familiar golden compass that took up the majority of his right shoulder blade. A part of Emma was smug with the idea he had gotten two tattoos to remember her by instead of just one.

Killian had a lot of tattoos and Emma enjoyed exploring them all, but none quite caught her fascination like the full outlined but uncolored sleeve that took up the entirety of his blunted arm. Even ten years into their relationship, Emma always compelled to trace the lines of it. It was an impressively busy piece of work with ocean waves, sea dragons, sharks, mermaids, ships and anchors curled around his bicep and forearm. It was so intricately detailed, but it always felt unfinished to Emma because of the lack of color.

“Are you ever going to get this colored?” She asked him one night as she snuggled against his chest, tracing over a particular winking mermaid located just above the inside of his elbow.

Killian, who had been half asleep, made a humming noise that Emma felt as it rose from his chest more than she actually heard.

“What’s that, love?” he murmured, cracking an eye open.

“The sleeve,” Emma clarified, pressing down her finger on the mermaid in emphasis. “Are you ever going to get this sleeve colored?”

Killian was silent for a moment and Emma watched his face as he mulled over her question, the wrinkles in his forehead creasing as he thought on it.

“Someday maybe,” he replied with a little shrug of his shoulders, careful not to dislodge her. “Why? You think it needs color?”

Emma placed a kiss on the tiny black swan before answering, nosing a bit at the prominent ridge of his collarbone and pressing a smile against his skin. Sometimes she found it ridiculous how much she loved this man, unfinished tattoos and all. She knew if she said yes, he would without a doubt try to get it done the next day to please her.

“Kinda. I mean you have so many colorful pieces and in comparison, this just feels like an outline. I mean, it’s your body, Killian, and I would never tell you what to do with it and if you want to keep it as is, I wouldn’t blame you. As beautiful as it would be I cannot imagine the number of hours and money it would take to have it done,” she said thoughtfully, glancing back at the sleeve.

Killian brought the arm in question up for them both to further inspect it and Emma couldn’t help but run her fingers across the ink, following the lapping waves and pausing at the curve of one anchor.

“A lot of work,” Killian agreed, watching her fingers. “It would be a lot of blues…some greens…browns for the ships…maybe some whites and grays…Some yellow for the mermaid’s hair.”

“I think she should have red hair,” Emma commented with a small hum. “Red would stand out better than yellow with all the blues and greens…”

“But I like blonde hair so much better,” he remarked with an amused chuckle. Emma snorted as she felt his fingers tangle in her hair, tugging playfully on the strands.

“Flatterer,” she murmured and she pulled back to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Just the truth, Swan,” he responded, gently pulling on her hair in order to tilt her head up for another kiss. This one far more heated than the one prior. She let out a soft sigh and hand abandoning its place on his arm to card into his thick dark hair. There were no more talks of tattoos for the rest of the night.

A few weeks later, Emma arrived home from the store with bags full of ice, freeze pops, ice cream and all the frozen goods she could find. It felt like the hottest summer to hit Maine and, of course, their air conditioning unit was busted. Emma truly loved their old home mainly because it was spacious enough for all of them to live comfortably and they got an excellent view of the ocean, but sometimes she wished that they had chosen a newer, more recently built house with actual central air. Emma felt disgusting, sweat clinging to her like second skin and she wondered if it was inappropriate to walk around in just her bra and a pair of shorts in this oppressive July heat. It wasn’t like they revealed more than a bath suit did…right?

She opened their front door, prepared to deal with overheated children as well as her dramatic and dehydrated husband, but none of her expectations are met when she walked through the door. Instead of moaning about the heat or cheers for popsicles, there was a lot of childish giggling. Curious to see what was so amusing, Emma placed her bags carefully down by the door and looked into the living room.

Her husband was sprawled out on the hardwood, dressed in nothing but a pair of black athletic shorts. Even his blunted arm was naked, no hook, no prosthetic or even his brace could be found; shocking Emma because she knew how self-conscious he was about it, very rarely was that arm bare outside the two of them. All four of her children were perched over him, all in various states of undress. Henry and Harrison were both shirtless and wearing only their swimming trucks. Wes was a little more dressed than his older brothers, wearing a black tank up and blue basketball shorts. Beth, who had laid herself across Killian’s chest, was in a green tank top and butterfly printed underwear. All four of them had markers in their hands and were drawing on her husband like he was a human coloring book.

“Hello Swan,” Killian greeted, tilting his head towards her. He looked as sweaty as she felt, his hair matted and sticking to his forehead. However, he didn’t look uncomfortable. If anything, Killian looked amused.

“What’s going on here?” Emma asked, tilting her head to study the scene in front of her.

“Well, Swan, I’m finally getting that sleeve colored by the most delightful team of artists I know.” Killian responded with a grin before turning to their daughter and asking, “is it alright if I pause this production to show Mommy your work?”

“You may,” Beth replied seriously, hopping off her father’s chest and turning to her brothers like some sort of project foreman, commanded: “Take a break boys!”

“But I’m almost done with the anchor!” Harrison protested with a frown.

“You’re taking far too long with it,” Wes replied bluntly with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s because I care about coloring in between the lines,” Harrison replied defensively, gesturing to the ship that Wes apparently had been coloring in with a thick brown marker. “I mean, look at that! You’re getting the brown all over the place! It looks sloppy!”

“Leave him alone, he’s just trying his best,” Henry said gently, placing a placating hand on Harrison’s shoulder and glancing back up at Emma. “Did you get the popsicles?”

Emma leaned back to pick up the bag she had dropped next to the door and gave it unnecessarily exaggerated shake as if to prove that the popsicles were indeed inside it. All four of her children’s eyes zeroed in on the grocery bag, licking their lips before they hopped off Killian in order to receive their frozen treats. Harrison, almost uncharacteristically rude, snatched the bag from her hands and immediately riffled through the contents. He pulled at the popsicle box with savage vigor, nearly ripping it in half.

“Careful there, bud,” Emma admonished him softly.

Harrison looked almost embarrassed as he pulled out a lime popsicle before handing it off to Wes. Wes, who was almost as picky as Harrison when it came to food, frowned as he searched through the box for a flavor he would like.

“There aren’t any blue raspberry ones in here, are there?” Wes asked Emma with a huff.

“Beggars cannot be choosers, Kid. Just be glad I bought you anything,” Emma replied, jumping slightly as Killian came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Normally she would lean back in his embrace, but it was far too disgustingly humid for such body contact.

“It’s way too hot for any touching to be happening right now,” Emma groaned, swatting at his arms.

“Sorry, love,” Killian chuckled, placing a quick kiss of apology on the base of her neck before he moved away. Emma shivered. Damn him for being able to make her still squirm after ten years and three kids together. They should be over those shenanigans by now.

Killian moved to join the kids in getting a popsicle, but Emma grabbed his arm, bringing it up in order to examine the coloring job that her kids had started. It wasn’t even close to being finished as there were numerous patches of untouched skin, but the splashes of bright color were definitely striking in comparison to the normal outline. Killian stiffened and gave her a surprised look for a moment, not expecting her to touch him after just complaining about the heat.

“You gave them a break to show me this, remember?” Emma replied with a small smile, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

Killian chuckled softly in response, relaxing under her grip as Emma looked over all of the marker work. It was clear that some of her kids were better at coloring in between the lines than others and some were a bit more...creative with their color schemes. Whichever child who had started coloring around Killian’s wrist had decided that red was a good color for ocean water and that the neighboring anchor should be purple. The coloring job by his shoulder was the neatest; water an even blue without any spots and the sea dragon’s scales a mixture of green and yellow, no color bleeding over the black lines. Emma was willing to bet three popsicles that Henry was responsible for the shoulder work. The mermaid that had been the subject of discussion the few weeks prior was untouched.

“They better give her red hair…” Emma said, giving the tattoo an affectionate swipe with the pad of her thumb.

“Absolutely not,” Killian said with a shake of his head before turning to their children. “Twenty dollars and ice cream at Granny’s to anyone who gives my lovely mermaid blonde hair, lads and lass!”

“That’s cheating!” Emma exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh.

“All is fair in love and war, Swan,” he grinned, giving her a quick kiss that felt all too brief.

If that was how he wanted to play, Emma was game. She wasn’t afraid to play a little dirty herself. Emma gave her husband a tiny smirk before turning to her daughter and pulling out the big guns.

“Hey Beth, wouldn’t it be cool if the mermaid was Auntie Ariel?” she asked and internally cheered when her daughter’s eyes lit up. “We can draw her a nice purple shell bra too so she isn’t so naked and embarrassed on Daddy’s arm.”

Killian’s ears burned bright red as if he just realized that the mermaid on his arm was topless and that he had impressionable children drawing on his arm while it was in plain sight. Emma silently snickered as he raised his hand up to scratch the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Who is the cheater now, Swan?” he asked with a shake of his head.

“All is fair in love and war, Hook,” Emma repeated his words back to him.

Killian let out a bark of laughter at her response and if Emma didn’t know better, she would have said that her husband looked proud of her for serving it back to him. He shook his head and grabbed one of the popsicles, tearing the packing up and giving it a long lick while locking eyes with her. She gave him a whack on the shoulder.

“Don’t be obscene,” she harshly whispered at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,” he replied, giving her a wink. “I think your mind is in an awfully naughty place.”

“You’re both disgusting,” Henry remarked, looking entirely unimpressed with them. “There are children present.”

“Children who want to finish Dad’s arm,” Harrison said, impatiently crossing his arms in front of his chest. It was hard to believe he was eight years old sometimes. Where had the time gone?

“Finish up that popsicle, Dad, so your artists don’t get cranky with you,” Emma laughed softly, ruffling Beth’s hair as she looked excitedly at Killian’s arm.

Killian polished off his treat, picking up all the wooden sticks and wrappers that had been accumulating around them and walking off towards the kitchen to toss them into the trash. When he returned, he picked up the stray markers on the floor and laid them on the coffee table. He then sat down in the armchair, holding out his arm in preparation of the colored marker assault that was about to happen.

While Henry casually approached his stepfather, the three little ones were a whirlwind of sugar and excitement. Harrison picked up a blue marker while Wes took the green and Beth eagerly chose pink. Harrison and Wes’s eyes bulged comically as they took in their sister’s color choice.

“What are you doing with the pink, Beth?” Harrison asked hesitantly.

“Coloring the shark,” Beth responded as if it was obvious.

Killian and Henry shared an amused look at Beth’s response, not even batting an eye at her explanation. Neither of them seemed bothered by her answer. Henry merely took a handful of markers and started coloring along Killian’s shoulder, confirming Emma’s suspicions that he was responsible for the neater patch of coloring.

“Why are you coloring the shark pink? Sharks aren’t pink! They’re grey, stupid!” Wes responded with an unimpressed look.

“Hey!” Killian and Emma shouted at the same time, glaring at their youngest son. Wes’s cheeks flushed at the light scolding, but he made no attempt to take back his words. However, Beth wasn’t waiting for an apology.

“Boy sharks are grey, this is a girl shark!” Beth exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. “And girls wear pink stuff. Grandma Snow said so! She said it was a rule.”

Emma snorted. Her mother so would tell her daughter that. Beth had been so resistant to most things that were traditionally “girly.” She didn’t like dresses. She didn’t like dolls. She certainly wasn’t fan of anything glittery. Her mother must have pulled everything out of her arsenal to make Beth even somewhat receptive to the color pink. She would probably even jump for joy that Beth would even think of using pink to color a “girl shark.”

“Okay,” Wes said, not even refuting the concept that girl sharks could be pink. “But Dad is a boy so he can’t have a girl shark on his arm. That’s just wrong.”

“He already does! He has a mermaid and she’s pretty! If Dad can have a mermaid, then he can definitely have a girl shark!” Beth replied with an impatient huff. Emma could already see the startings of another episode of Hurricane Elizabeth.

“Lads, I’m manly enough that I can handle a lovely pink shark lass on my arm. Just let her draw,” Killian responded with a casual wave of his hand. Emma caught what he wasn’t saying. It was magic marker and would wash off so it didn’t matter anyway.

Harrison and Wes looked like they wanted to grumble a bit more, but didn’t say anything more. Beth happily approached her father and enthusiastically began coloring in the toothy great white with her pink marker. However halfway through her task, Beth let out a surprised gasp and looked at Henry like he had mortally wounded her.

“What’s wrong, love?” Killian asked with a concerned frown.

“You colored the mermaid’s hair yellow!” Beth accused Henry as tears dangerously started to well in her eyes. “I wanted to make the mermaid Auntie Ariel!”

Emma stepped closer to inspect Killian’s arm and sure enough, the mermaid’s hair was neatly colored in with a sunshine yellow. She cut her eyes towards her firstborn son and fixed him with a pointed look, quietly waiting for an explanation for this sudden and unexpected betrayal. At least he had the decency to look sheepish.

“What!” He exclaimed. “Look, its Hook’s body and he wanted her to be a blonde and twenty bucks is like an eighteen pack of Heineken right there.”

“I always knew there was an excellent pirate in you, Henry!” Killian crowed, absolutely delighted with his explanation.

Without even looking at each other, Emma’s husband and her eldest son somehow managed to hit each other with a pretty epic high five that she was mildly impressed with. Beth, on the other hand, was not at all impressed with Killian and Henry, and she continued to look at Henry with a somewhat miserable expression that Emma hoped made both of them feel guilty.

“I wanted to make her Auntie Ariel, Henry,” Beth whimpered.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Henry capped his marker and smoothed his hand through Beth’s hair in hopes of calming her down. “I know you wanted to make her look like Auntie Ariel, but would it make you happy if I let you give her a shell bra and gave you my ice cream at Granny’s?”

“Only if I get a piggy back ride to Granny’s too,” Beth replied, pout slowly but surely disappearing.

“Done,” Henry said with a small laugh and Beth hugged him, forgetting to cap her own marker and slashing Henry across the back with pink ink. Wes and Harrison made a pointed effort to finish up Killian’s arm and ignore the scene going on next to them, but Emma caught Wes rolling his eyes and mouthing ‘faker’ under his breath.

“Little pirates,” Emma heard Killian muttered affectionately as he regarded his stepson and only daughter.

In the end, they all got dressed (Emma opted for a red and white striped cotton summer dress instead of her controversial choice of bra and shorts she had considered previously) and got ice cream at Granny’s. Henry kept his promise and gave Beth a piggy back ride the entire way and Wes, in a fit of jealously, demanded a piggy back ride from Killian. Harrison, thankfully for everyone’s shoulders because he was far too big now to be carried, did not request to be held in any fashion, but grabbed Emma’s hand and swung their arms merrily between them. While they were eating, Granny made a small remark while gesturing to Killian's now fully colored arm, which he had decided to show off to the public by making the rare decision to wear a dark t-shirt.

“That’s a lot of color there, Captain,” she said with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Thanks,” he replied, not caring whether she meant it as a compliment or not. “I had four really good artists work on it.”