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honeyshiddendesire · 5 months

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🤠Cowboys You Say?

Pairing: Zoro, Eustass, Sabo, Marco & Ace x fem!reader (separate or sharing doesn't affect the story)

*Old Note: Had a vacation out on 93 acres in the countryside and all I was thinking about…cowboys.*

Warnings: bondage! Dom/sub! Pet names! Praise & degradation! Vaginal penetration! Bimbofication! Rough sex! Spanking! Hair pulling! Yata yata smut lol y’all know I write nasty!breeding kink!

@votaeto @zorosdimples thought y’all might like this

*New Author’s Note: Out of all the stories I thought I lost from my old account Honey’s World of Fanfiction THIS one was by far my favorite so to stumble upon it again makes me sooo freaking hype!!!! AHHH So excited!!!! Hope everyone still loves it just as much as me!! Don’t be alarmed I did fix some typos as well! Lol*

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Acres of land as far as the eye can see was before you. Majestic and overwhelming but it was now yours. Inherited from your late father, Edward, you had no choice but to return home to his prize. The ranch he loved second ONLY to you, too precious for you to just sell.

Patches of woods and forests littered with game even open fields for horses to run wild until tamed. There was a beautiful garden that stretched around the ranch, a pond with a family of ducks. A river with a strong current that only the toughest even dare swim in, flowing just along the ranch’s right side.

The terrain was intense but luckily your father made sure he left you with a great team to help you out.

*banner*

Lumberjack Ace 🪓who jumps out his pickup truck shirtless, drenched in a layer of sweat with an ax resting on his shoulder.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who was saddened and shocked at your father’s death but happy seeing his pretty daughter inherit the ranch.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who tips his hat and winks at you with a side smirk as he walks, “Mornin’ darlin’.” The freckled face and cut abs flustering you immediately.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who pours a bucket of water over his head before taking the sweet tea you offered after hours of chopping firewood.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who cleans the chimney for you in your freakish city that gets snow storms mid summer. The grand line farmland a whirlwind of weather.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 flirts the entire time with winks and smirks. “Don’t worry babydoll I’ll have this house as hot as you in no time.” Tossing the wood he chopped inside with a dramatic sigh.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who ax throws intruders wanting to harm you

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who makes you wear his hat when you ride him cause you’re his pretty cowgirl princess. “Aren’t you just a spitfire?” His moans drawn out all nice and sweet for ya.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who fucks you hard against the trees he plans on chopping. Using you to see if they’re sturdy enough as your back rubs against the rough bark.

“Yeah pretty girl ya like that don’t ya?” He’ll ask as he nips at your bottom lip making you whimper, pussy clenching. His cock will destroy your insides as the harsh tree rubs your skin raw. “Want my seed deep in that cute lil pussy of yours? I bet you do baby girl. Take every drop alright darlin’.”

Fucking your cunt hard in the forest as your screams bounced off the tall trees making him grunt as he paints that pussy white. “That’s my pretty girl.” 🪓

🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓

Doctor Marco 🩺 who rode in on a fucking horse with flowers in his hands to show his condolences.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who even studied animals in order to help your father when he stressed over his prized horse, Whitebeard, growing sick.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who made it a point to stop by everyday on his gorgeous marbled stallion, saying it was important for your mental health on such a secluded land.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who comes to your aid during the harsh heat when you almost had a heat stroke. “Wow there birdie~ can’t have you getting dehydrated on me.”

And !!

The treacherous winter when he finds you passed out in the house shaking still not used to a single fire heating up such a big house. “Sweet bird what would you do without me~” He’ll coo at you.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who sheds his clothes to warm you up the fastest way you can in the countryside. “Come here birdie I’ll keep you warm.”

Cock plunging deep into your pussy to make you sweat. Your gasps and moans make him shiver, back arching off the bed as you claw at his skin. “D-doctor~ M-Marco ah~ you feels so warm.” You whimper as he leans over pushing his weight on his hands.

“I know dove~ let me keep taking good~ care of you. Make sure you stay nice and warm inside and out.” Marco’s thrust would be deep and really rough to make you sweaty and gasping. “I reckon I’ll have you feeling peachy in no time birdie.”

Doctor Marco 🩺 who even checks your gag reflex with his cock buried snug in your wet throat.

“Take a little more pretty thing.” Hand brushing your hair back with a gentle smile. Your eyes watery as you looked up at him in your pretty sundress soaked in your drool.

“There ya go dove doin just~ fine.” Marco would grunt out as he shallowly thrusts into your throat. Cumming deeply into your tight mouth making you moan softly at the taste. Semen dripping down the sides making you whine and even messier for his greedy eyes.

🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who picked the prettiest mustangs for your father.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who supplies all the best horses in town. Even trains them too.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who washes your horses and loves watching you braid their hair afterwards in different styles. “I think that's one of my favorites sweet pea.” He’ll say coming up behind you all close.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who holds you tightly when a horse passes because he too knows your pain of losing a stallion.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who gets to train ladies all week but still doesn’t get behind them for a lesson, opting for his own stallion but insists on doing it for you. Saying you need the best.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who teaches you to ride. Thick cock brushing up against you as he wraps his arms around you. Breath heavy from the close proximity, “Doing great doll~” Voice raspy after a long ride of his cock brushing against your pretty self.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who buys you matching gloves for riding saying they’re the best and they’ll last the longest because of the quality but it’s actually because he likes you matching.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who wins all the horse racing championships

“Looking good doll.” Sabo drew out as he leaned against the railing where you were sitting in the front row. All the other women were jealous, wanting his attention too.

“How’s about I take a pretty lady like you out to a fancy dinner and a nice ride?” He winks at the last part hinting at a night of mystery that you so said ‘yes’ to.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who also makes you wear his hat when you ride him cause that’s just what cowboys do.

Eyes rolling back as he tugged on the knots you were bound by, “Just like that sweet pea move’em nice and slow fa me.” Sabo groaned out, voice raspy making you whine. Fat cockhead pushing past your cervix making you choke out moans.

“Ooooooowweee doll listen to you howl. Go head and cum on me ‘kay sweetheart.” Sabo’s cocky when he fucks his fat cock up into your dripping pussy. His blue hat bouncing with his powerful thrusts, pussy squirting making his ego grow more. “Now that’s a prize winning stallion! Fuck~!! I’m gonna have to breed you full after that ride.”

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Butcher Zoro! 🔪 Who brought you the biggest cow in the shop to show his condolences.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who still delivers fresh meats weekly even though you’re not sick like your father and very capable of doing it yourself.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who always offers to sharpen your kitchenware when he delivers the meats to ensure you the best.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who loves pulling up to you grilling or smoking some meats and seeing your proud smile when you used his ingredients. “Please Zoro! You just have to join me for dinner! I think you’re gonna love how the steaks turned out! It's a great cut.”

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who can hog tie the fastest in the countryside. Seeing him wrangle up that boar with his cocky smirk made your thighs press together. Feeling like a sinner in church needing a sip of sweet tea with the way he wiped the sweat off his brow.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who always winks at you and tips his hat after winning the hog tying contest making everyone jealous.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who puts you in gorgeous knots and suspended ropes to stretch you out in.

“Dammit woman look at you suckin’ in this cock like a champion.” Zoro grunted as he watched his cock disappear down your sloppy throat. Spit and cum from an earlier load dripping all over your front. Pulling away he ripped your top open and latched his hungry mouth onto your breast. Your arms above you in ropes as you hung like a butchered pig ripe for his taking.

“Prettiest little piggy to ever be eaten by me, I tell you what.” Zoro smirked as he left mark after amazing mark all over your sweaty skin.

Tying your legs up and spread out so he can slide that fat ass cock all the way in with no interruptions. “Fuck yeah piggy lemme hear you squeal for this cock just butchering your insides.” He was definitely merciless in all the things he did but you weren’t about to complain.

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who still tends to your 100+ acres of land cause, “Ain’t no way in hell I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing a pretty lamb like you is doin all the work.”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who calls you almost every farm/animal he can possibly think of. Lamb, pig, mouse, bunny, chickie, calf, heifer,etc

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who comes to your aid whenever you need repairs around the house, but only does them shirtless.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who drives the tracker shirtless in his overalls with a piece of straw in his mouth, hat tipped real low. Winking at you when you give him a cool glass of lemonade for his hard work plowing the fields, though you couldn’t help but desire that he was plowing something else.

“Thanks lil calf but I think I might wanna drink on somethin’ else you can gimme me. Maybe some milk?”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who buys you the prettiest dresses and shoes cause he’ll be doin all the hard labor anyways.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who gets handsy the fastest cause he can’t help but want to let out all his stress on you. Looking like a sweet lil belle that he wanted nothing more than to corrupt into his pretty bimbo after a long day.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who’s a total stereotype. Wanting a beer and his dick sucked the second he steps foot in the door. Don’t worry he always returns the favor 😉

“Been thinkin’ bout these lips wrapped around my cock all damn day out on that field. Fuck~ that’s it chick, slobber all over me.”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who roughly shoves your face in the hay as he fucks you ass up in the barn. Spanking you and pulling you back by your pigtails.

“Good fuckin’ calf. Letting me breed you full till you’re swollen wit my kids, tits drippin with milk for me.” Hips rocking into your cunt with a mission to fill you full. Stuffing your womb full of his children to run and play on the farm.“Fuck-my little cow being so good. Stay just like that babe.” Spanking you as he grabs both your pigtails in one large hand. “Sweet little heifer letting me breed her like she’s supposed ta wit outta fight. Come on moo for your owner baby.” Voice raspy as he’ll grip your ass, fucking you hard on his heavy cock. Hay scratching into your face as you cream around his dick with a shaky scream. “Soundin’ so pretty when you get loud like that fa me.”

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bobalegsanji · 19 days

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౨ৎ Zosan duck saga ౨ৎ

Little passion project with my sweet friend @fruityumbrella

After Zoro manages to get lost somewhere on an island (God knows when, where, or for how long) he finds a pond with 6 abandoned ducklings

He's definitely not the most knowledgeable about this, but recalls baby ducks aren't supposed to be on their own- shouldn't their mother feed them or something? To be sure, he scoops them up in his arms to get Chopper to check up on them before dropping them back in the pond (if he ever finds it again. Whatever)

The ducklings are surprisingly calm in his arms???

The moment he returns to the ship Nami first screams at him because ''where the actual fuck have you be- are those ducks???'' ''Yes.'' ''Where did you find them?!?'' ''A pond.'' ''BRING THEM BACK????''

Turns out, ducklings without a mother imprint on the first moving object they find

...

They refuse to leave him alone- putting them down on the ground on the deck for the first time resulted in very loud, unsatisfied chirping. They try to jump back into Zoro's arms (which is wayyy too high for them). The view of a now embarrassed Zoro surrounded by 6 angry ducklings who want nothing but to be back into his arms is so funny everyone (but Zoro) ends up with tears streaming down their face

It's no use trying to get them to leave. Both Chopper and Sanji refuse to leave the ducks on the island (since they've imprinted on Zoro, they'd never return to their mother and ''we'd be killing them,'' according to Chopper). They decide to keep the ducklings for the time being, soon enough they've learned independence and can leave, and it's not like 6 little ducklings are going to cause any trouble among the crew, right???

The ducklings follow Zoro everywhere. Napping on the deck? Ducklings are pushing each other to sleep on top of his chest. Eating dinner? There's now 6 baby ducks under the table, quietly snagging whatever food anyone secretly passes them (no one listens to Sanji's rant about which food is healthy for them and which not, or the dangers about overfeeding). Showering? Ducks sit in front of the door, patiently waiting for Zoro to get out again.

The biggest problem is sleeping. Zoro isn't able to sleep in his hammock anymore. The ducks can't get in and out of it themselves (they get cranky when they don't get their way), but they also refuse to sleep anywhere but on top of Zoro. Their unhappy quacks are so loud both Zoro and his 6 patrons are sent to sleep in the kitchen

Sanji is, at first, wildly unhappy with the new arrangement. He's up the earliest and stays up the latest, spending most of his time in the kitchen. His job description never included 'take care of a big, green swordsman and his 6 pets.'

As it turns out, he doesn't actually mind the ducks. They're definitely not quiet, but he enjoys the company. Zoro usually falls asleep without a care for whatever Sanji is doing, and slowly the ducks start to get more comfortable with Sanji's presence. The first time one of them waggles over to take a closer look at what Sanji's doing, he swears his heart melts.

Problem: with Zoro sleeping, and Sanji busy with cleaning and prepping food, no one has eyes for the 6 brats running loose in the kitchen

''Zoro?'' ''Hmmm, what? I'm trying to sleep and this one wants to climb on top of my fucking he-'' ''ZORO?'' ''WHAT?'' ''WHY IS THERE A DUCK IN MY COOKING POT???''

They'd quickly spend as much time with Sanji as with Zoro. A little ramp is build from floor to counter to make sure the ducklings can get up and have a proper view of whatever it is Sanji's doing (Franky made it for him after finding out about his back pain, most likely resulting from having to pick up or put down a duck every 3 minutes)

Sanji gives the ducks little baths in the kitchen sink, letting them float around for however long they want. He definitely does not sit down and stare at them for 2 hours, cooing at over how cute they are (Neither does Zoro come the kitchen inside 7 times during those 2 hours to check whether they're finally done. He absolutely doesn't miss having his 6 buddies follow him around. Nope.)

They basically end up coparenting. For nap time and outdoor time they're with Zoro, for entertainment and food they're with Sanji.

They still favour Zoro (he's still their mama in their eyes), but Sanji's at least as (if not more) present in their life. He makes sure Zoro takes good care of them when Sanji's busy, makes all of their meals, makes sure Luffy doesn't include them in some stupid game that could hurt them- it's become a fulltime job, but Sanji has started to fall in love with them so much he doesn't even mind

Zoro has no choice but to take them with him when going out in town. He's written their names on his arm in order not to forget (he's dumb and can't keep the ducks apart). Someone's like ''oh what's that?'' and he goes ''it's to not confuse my ducks?? Obviously.'' The person he's talking to is like ''... that doesn't make sense. You wrote their names down, not how to tell them apart?? Are you fucking dumb?''

Zoro gets grumpy and moody all day. Sanji's finally done with his sullen mood in the evening and demands to know what's wrong. Zoro explains, and Sanji can't believe that HE STILL CANNOT KEEP THEM APART??

''Marimo, that is NOT Neko. Neko has a WHITE spot above her left eye.'' ''This one has too!'' ' 'MARIMO, that is her RIGHT FUCKING EYE, you ABSOLUTE IMBECILE''

The ducks are SO clingy. There's constantly one in Sanji's apron pocket, one on his shoulder and at least one on the counter. Any time Zoro goes outside, there's a minimum of 4 ducks in his haramaki and one on top of his head.

Sanji's the biggest hypocrite about their rules. He's always telling Zoro to cuddle with them less, ''they're becoming adults and need to learn to grow independent!'' ''The galley is no place for a duck, take them outside while I'm cooking!'' ''NO ducks on table during dinner time.'' (He never listens to his own rules)

The crew ends up (silently) referring to Zoro as their 'mama' and Sanji as their 'papa'

Sanji has to find out the hard way. He's busy with making lunch- already annoyed at the heat and the chores and having had to make breakfast with Zoro in the fucking kitchen (who's STILL not allowed to return to the sleeping quarters), and then Usopp enters. He's holding 2 ducks, quietly talking to them to try and quiet them down: ''It's okay- shhhht, it's okay... Oh, seems like daddy's busy, lets go find mama hm?''

''Usopp, WHAT did you just say??''

Usopp can barely form a sentence with the way Sanji's glaring at him- ''well um... yknow... since ,.. well since zoros like the mom...and you take care of them too..youre kind of...well yknow...umm...luffy said it first!!''

Sanji's having an existential crisis while still elbow deep gutting fish. '''im not a dad! i wouldnt be. why would you say that? no usopp seriously why would you say that. im like the ducks cool older brother. or like. an uncle. im basically a good friend. yeah were good friends.''

''Sure...?''

Sanji and Zoro end up growing closer through their time in the kitchen (and already having 6 children). Arguments turn into conversations, turn into drinking together, turn into holding hands in the dark of night until they kiss

The kiss is better than they either could've expected, until one of the ducks gets jealous-

''This is YOUR fault, you stupid Marimo!''

''What do you mean my fault? He pecked you!!!''

''Are you fucking deranged, of course it is your fault!!! Look at him, he'd never do me any wrong if you weren't here!!''

''????!!!''

''You really have nothing to say???''

''Are we kissing or what?''

''SHUT THE FUCK UP MARIMO''

Their bickering ends up scaring the ducks. They're scattered around the ship, resulting in Sanji and Zoro quietly bickering & cooing over their lost children, searching for them together while trying not to wake anyone up

Franky sees how happy the ducks are in the kitchen sink and decides to build a pond on the deck for them

The pond ends up being a blessing and a curse. It becomes a hot spot to relax, sometimes the ducks stray over towards Zoro napping next to the pond, or one snuggles up near Robin while she's reading

Luffy also falls into it. More than once.

Zoro does too. Every time, sanji totally losing his shit because zoro emerges from the water with a flower and a duck on his head and he looks like a deranged lilypad

During cold winter nights, Sanji refuses to let the ducks sleep outside. He makes a blanket fort in the kitchen with all blankets and pillows he can find to make sure they're as comfortable as possible ( + he's in the kitchen most of the day and night, so it's always one of the warmest rooms on the Sunny)

Zoro doesn't care about it. He thinks it's useless and a waste of time, but when everyone's sleeping he still goes over to the kitchen to check up on his babies and make sure they're doing fine

He falls asleep next to the cushion fort and forget the walls aren't real. He falls right through it and ruins the fort but the ducks are fine they just climb onto him and go to sleep again

Val & me might be delusional but at least are we CUTE delusional ♡

#one piece #black leg sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #one piece sanji #roronoa zoro #mugiwara no ichimi #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x sanji #zoro #sanji x zoro

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aesthetictarlos · 5 months

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BuckTommy prompt: something with dogs ✨

Buck and Tommy are strolling around the park, enjoying their Saturday off and the sunny day. They're basking in a comfortable silence, their shoulders brushing as they walk with their hands intertwined.

Buck's never been in this park before, so he widens his eyes as they reach a big pond, surrounded by green bushes, he spots a few ducks and even a swan in the distance. "Oh, baby, look at that!" He says excitedly, already reaching for his phone in his back pocket, ready to take some pictures.

"I knew you'd love it," Tommy replies, kissing his cheek and disentangling their fingers so that Buck can fully jump into photographer mode.

Buck smiles brightly, walking around the pond and crouching here and there to get the right angle for his pictures. He loves nature and when some colourful flowers draw his attention, he gets lost in capturing all their beautiful shades.

That is, until he hears Tommy's voice exclaiming, "Hi, cutie!" with a soft, delighted tone. He immediately turns his head to see what's going on, and he can practically feel his eyes re-shaping into two hearts as he sees his boyfriend kneeled on the grass, petting an adorable Samoyed who's eagerly lapping at his hand.

He melts on the spot. He knows Tommy loves animals and that he's a dog person, but knowing and seeing him being a softie with a puppy are two entirely different things. Tommy with puppies is a sight to behold, and he can't help but take a few pictures.

Buck can't tear his eyes away. Tommy giggles cheerfully as the dog wiggles its tail, clearly enjoying the attention and the cuddles, and then he starts rubbing between its ears, earning a joyful bark as his fingers card through the white, fluffy fur.

Tommy must feel his eyes on him, then, because he turns and smiles widely when he realizes he's being stared at. "C'mere, I want you to meet my friend!"

Buck chuckles, joining him. "Hey, you," he says to the dog, putting a hand in front of its nose. "I see that you've my boyfriend wrapped around your paw, uh?"

Tommy rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder and points to the woman standing a few feet away from them, talking on the phone and holding a pink leash. "She owns the coffee shop next to my place, that's how I meet this cutie here. Her name is Alaska and she really, really loves cuddles."

Buck softens, petting Alaska while his heart beats to a litany of I love you, I love you, I love you.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buck and tommy #911 on abc #tevan #kinley #my writing #bucktommy fic #ficlet #allie writes #tumblr prompt #i'm sorry fluff always wins #my fic

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star2fishmeg · 3 months

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Hey! How are you doing? If requests are open and if you're comfortable, may I please have an Amagai x Reader make up sex scenario where when he was a total meanie he dumped her, but when he became nice again he was the sweet man she fell in love with, but she made him work for her trust back? If not, don't worry about it! It's not a life or death situation. Thanks!

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[5.5k] Pairing | Amagai Kohei x afab!reader Summary | kohei never realised how much he'd lost until she was gone, but fate has their paths (and tongues) crossing once again Warnings | 18+ smut, angst, exes to lovers, poor amagai writing as usual, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, petnames (baby, dollface), fingering, i think thats it? Authors Note | hi nonnie! I'm doing alright! um...I'm so sorry this took so long, university got hectic and I lost time to write, thank you for being patient! Thank you for the request...7 months ago ToT I hope you enjoy it, I'm still getting back into the h&l swing!

Kohei Amagai stared at the words on the screen as he read them with a sunken solemn look in his eyes. Had he known what he knew now, he would take all his chances just to return to the day it happened and prevent it. People shouldn’t have such an empty feeling in their stomachs on their birthdays, especially their eighteenth. They should be out with their friends drinking until they’re stumbling home at silly hours of the morning, praying they don’t wake up with horrid neck cramps from heads hanging over toilet bowls. Yet he stared at the words with nothing but a dark bedroom with his once neat space littered with clothes on the floor and old photobooth photos strewn on his sheets.

You can no longer contact this number.

The first time he saw it, the day after she ended their relationship, six months ago, he scoffed. He laughed in disbelief and confidently told Ryo she’d return shortly. He took the short straw on that one. He turned his phone off, placing it face down on his nightstand and sat up, crossing his legs, and taking one of the photos between his fingers. He remembered vividly the moment it was taken. Last July, at the local festival. Her hair was down, and he’d spent hours the night before bleaching his roots. In the photo, she smiled from ear to ear, scrunching her nose at him and placing a kiss on her cheek. His thumb gently rubbed over the paper, a sombre smile seeping onto his lips at the memory of how many coins he'd spent that day on tokens for games and the sundae they shared by the duck pond. Such fond memories made with someone who yes, really deserved better.

Ryo Suzaki threw his head back over the back of the booth’s seats, waiting for Kohei to make his mind up on what he was going to order. A small part of him regretted letting his best friend invite him out for dinner, but at least it was at the comfort of a cheap restaurant instead of the overbearing fancy ones they used to go to. This one was smaller, cosy with dim lighting and a social buzz in the background. Wooden seating in the centre of the place with leather booths lining the walls, the ideal place to just hang out and forget the world. The waiter shortly arrived for the second time and took their order, Ryo was pleased Kohei was smiling this time and using his manners like a normal guy.

“Took you long enough.” He jested, leaning forward.

Kohei rolled his eyes playfully, “Okay, some of us are still getting used to all the options. Anyway, thanks for hanging out.”

“Anytime. Happy birthday.” They raised their beers and clinked them together, taking mouthfuls. Kohei abruptly stopped though, almost choking on his drink. Placing his glass on the table calmly, he tried to keep his eye contact, “Yo, you okay?”

“Uh, yeah!” Kohei nodded, “Just drank more liquid than I could swallow.” Ryo shrugged and began to tell a story about his family’s vacation from a few weeks ago. His voice fell upon deaf ears, Kohei’s vision blurring between his friend and the woman sitting giggling with her friends at the table diagonal to their booth. His chest tightened watching her smile glow, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen her smile like that, where her eyes crinkled in the corners. Perhaps she had never genuinely been happy at all with him, the smiles she gave him put on just to cope with his attitude. He wouldn’t know. She still dressed the same, always abiding by her sense of style. She wore her hair the same too. God, it struck him straight through the heart like lightning to a pole. She continued rightfully. He focused back on Ryo in front of him, dialling back into the part of the story where he ate soap thinking it was a sweet treat. Man did Kohei know that feeling well.

The second time Kohei faced his ghost was in the corner shop near his old high school, Senomon. LED ceiling lights had never stung his eyes more than they did in the dark, usually, the sky was still awake when he’d loiter around before, which was not regularly, Ryo used to do his bidding. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was really looking for, if he had scanned that snack shelf once, he’d scanned it a million times.

Lights whirring above his head, and the shallow chatter of other customers drowned out by his hyper-focused headspace. And there it lay, gummy snakes, her favourite. He bought so many of those a week in the past, small things bring the biggest satisfaction when it comes from someone you love. His head spun, lost in his maze of memories of what once was that he couldn’t hear the approaching footsteps and next to him, the owner’s presence going unnoticed however as Kohei stepped to the side, letting them have space. He watched the hand grab a bag of gummy snakes with vigour, no elegancy because who does that? If you’re hungry, you’re desperate to take what you love.

“I recommend gummy snakes. You’ve been staring them down like they’re gonna kill you.” The voice was a young woman’s, but it held no humour. He hummed, hoping she’d leave but he watched her feet remain stable on the linoleum.

“Feels like they are. They were an old friend’s favourite is all.” He murmured, taking a deep breath in.

“Must mean a lot if you’re locked in like that, huh?”

“Yeah, m’just wondering if they’re still her favourite.”

The silence between them lingered, Kohei grabbed himself a bag, turned on his heel and almost dropped that bag of gummies. His stomach dropped, heart thudding like a brick just struck him. He blinked, opening his mouth to speak but he lost his words.

“They are. And I’m surprised you still cared, honestly.” Y/n looked him up and down and found some sort of satisfaction in seeing that he hadn’t touched up his roots for a while and donned sweatpants. Kohei dropped his head, shaking it slightly before giving her a polite smile. Even under the store lights, her eyes still glistened to him.

“Yeah, I deserved that, but yeah I do.”

She paused, checking the time on her phone. “Are you free right now?"

He swirled his drink with his straw, avoiding her eyes and taking frantic glances at everything around him but her figure, although deemed difficult as they sat at a table for two in the corner of the packed bar, a slight social buzz filling the void between the two. He hadn’t thought the offer through, agreeing too desperately to consider what he would even say to her or if he really had anything to say at all. But the thought that circled his mind relentlessly sat in front of him. Why y/n, the girl he crushed to pieces, abandoned, and neglected months ago, wanted to talk to a shitbag like himself. He bit the inside of his cheek, staring into the rum and coke in front of him. When they stepped into the establishment, Kohei was more than happy to pull his card out and open a tab, not like he used to though. Not to show that he had money and could do whatever he wanted but to pay out of the kindest of his heart. However, he expected her to decline. When she paid instead it punched him in the gut that unlike him, y/n’s world wasn’t about wealth, buying drinks for others was a treat, or maybe she was trying to pull her own power move on him. He deserved that.

“Kohei?” she said softly, sipping her own drink. He sheepishly looked up, almost carefully. For a guy who used to ensure his presence was known, the way his shoulders hunched and did not let a peep out his mouth was like she was looking at a completely different person. Meeting her gaze, his lips pulled into a small smile, dropping the straw, and sitting straight. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered unbearably, he balled his fists slightly in the hope of saving himself the embarrassment of revealing his clammy hands. Even under the soft orange glow of the lap above them, his eyes softened at how her skin glowed, the light hitting all her features perfectly.

“Sorry,” he licked his lips, “how are you? How was graduation?”

Her shoulders relaxed tremendously. The Amagai brat, remembered her graduation date? But why? Once upon a time he didn’t give two shits about how her life was going, didn’t offer to take her to prom or anything. Now he sat across from her, hair messy and in his sleep clothes, asking about her, “I’m good. Graduation was amazing too, surreal though. All those years and I feel like I haven’t learnt anything important. I’m still waiting for my universities to get back to me. Feels so weird not being in school though, like, what am I supposed to do now? So far, I’ve done sleep and look for part-time jobs.”

Kohei smiled with his eyes. Her voice soothed his ears and blocked the whole world out like it was just the two of them again. He sipped his drink as she explained, having no intention of interrupting the moment that felt like a breeze of fresh air flowing through his hair. Oh, how she hadn’t changed. He loved that. Not because it reminded him of what once was, but because she didn’t feel the need to change for anyone despite it all. She wasn’t the problem, after all.

The moment fell quiet, her voice fading and attention diverting to the way his brown eyes had a refreshing shine to them.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad it went well,” his voice was quiet, but the twitch in her smile spoke too many words of discomfort at his change in demeanour. He had listened entirely. “I’m sure you’ll get into your universities, you’re pretty clever and passionate about what you enjoy. Also, that new café in town is hiring, if you’re interested.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, grip on her glass loosening and she blinked three times at him. He stared back, mimicking her almost with a thumping heart. They stared at each other like that for a few seconds before y/n opened her mouth to speak, but her words never made it out coherently, just ‘uh’, ‘i-‘, ‘huh’ tumbling out. Kohei cringed internally at the sweat trickling down his back.

“Uh- thanks,” she choked out at last, cheeks feeling flushed, “why do you remember these things? The gummy snakes, graduation? Kohei what happened?”

He let out a shaky breath, “Why would I forget? And if you really wanna know, I got my ass handed to me in a pretty big, and stupid, fight. You were very much right, I didn’t stand a chance at taking over SWORD, and after that, I took time to reflect, I guess. I’ve doing my best; Ryo’s been helping knock sense into me too.”

“How long will this last?” she mumbled, pursing her lips. She had every right to not believe him, he knew that. But hearing it for real tugged his heartstrings in a way he’d never felt before.

“Forever. I’m really trying. Who I was, he was insufferable, and I hate that it took me so long to realise it. I was awful to you, and I regret it so fucking much,” he looked her straight in the eyes, his voice breaking slightly, “Sorry isn’t enough, I know. But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry, y/n. I wanted to say that sooner, but I also knew you probably didn’t want me around anymore, at all and I wanted you to be happy. You deserve way more and I’m so confused on why you even wanted to talk to me again after how I treated you like shit.”

Kohei’s eyes glossed over, his lip quivering and his hands gripped his glass until his knuckles turned white. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his heartbeat that pounded in his throat.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he croaked.

“Like you’re in love with me.” she sighed, but Kohei just screwed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face, elbows perched on the table and hiding in his palms, “No, God no Kohei. Don’t do this.” Y/n shook her head gently, her own eyes struggling to hold back tears as she watched the boy in front of her do his best to hide, but his trembling shoulders gave himself away. When he cried, he cried with his body. Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes with a napkin, she gently pried his hands away from his face, holding them in her own. Of course, he let her, and his gaze sat on the table while his eyes burned sore.

“Kohei, just tell me one thing,” she ran a finger under his chin, titling his head to face her own. He was still a crier deep down. His adolescence was spent throwing temper tantrums when he didn’t get his way overrode the childhood of crying before puberty jumped him. “did I mean anything to you?”

Another channel of tears streamed from his eyes, but he didn’t blink. He watched her gaze soften but not with pity. With the hand that held hers, he held it tight and sniffed.

“You mean the world to me.”

“If I give you another chance, will you promise me you’ll make it worthwhile?”

He dropped his head, breathing shuddering once again, “Not if you’re doing it out of pity. I don’t want you to do that.”

“Ko, as much as I never admit it to anyone, I feel your absence everywhere. Fuck, I still have our photos.” She raised her voice, hand taking his cheek roughly and forcing him to look her straight in the eye, a kind of desperation in her tone. His tears dried, and he pursed his lips, nodding. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

By the time they had left the bar, the world had fallen into its slumber. The evening skies slipped into rest and the streetlamps illuminated the pavements in the dark, with no silence just the bugs singing their songs and the occasional distant car engine rumbling. The two of them, eyes dried and heartbeats calmed, slowly strolled through her neighbourhood in a much-needed session of reminiscing about the good times they had. Like the day they met outside her school. Both sixteen and stubborn, y/n rushed out her school gates with a face of thunder and Kohei waited for his driver to pick him up. What they weren’t expecting that day was y/n to grip his collar and yank him to her level, demanding him to follow her lead and act as her boyfriend. While Kohei almost scoffed and swatted her away, the desperation that flared in her eyes and the yelling of another guy chasing her – for some reason he never figured out – changed his arrogant mind. And that day changed the whole destiny of their relationship.

Walking down that street felt surreal. Past the house that once was going through renovations, past her flower-obsessed neighbour who had completely planted a whole new set of tulips, the battered bus stop had been refurbished but most of all the entire situation itself was familiar and quite frankly, pained him.

It may not have been much of a deal to her, but his eyes landed on the ‘for sale’ sign outside the elderly couple that lived close to y/n. That brought the reality of how long it had been came crashing on him. Like a breezeblock on his chest. Once upon a time, he spent afternoons helping Mr Osaki mow his lawn, while y/n aided Mrs Osaki with baking for her grandkids. He wondered when they had passed.

“I meant what I said earlier,” her voice woke him up from his trance, and his head snapped around to her, but she stared straight ahead, her home in sight, “I wanna give you another chance. But I want you to prove that you’ve changed. I know it’s stupid after what you did, but I’m not ready to give up on you.”

Dogs barked from the passing houses, the pavement becoming familiar, the same scuff on her neighbour’s wall where he dragged his key along it after they got into their first argument. He’d always remember that one, it was petty. Literally an argument over cleaning wounds, in which he was too proud to admit that he needed her help. He did, very much so that night.

They stopped in front of her front door, the porchlight providing a dim glow. Y/n turned to face him, standing face to face he watched her chew her bottom lip, not really looking at his eyes but jumping around and avoiding his. He stuck his hands into his sweatpants pockets, rolling on his heels as they stood in a silence that dragged, mouths faltering to speak but biting back words.

“Thanks for uh…walking me home.” She sheepishly smiled, gesturing her front door awkwardly. He chuckled.

“Y-yeah, no problem,” his legs stiffened, feet concrete to the ground and swallowing hard. Her eyes, doe-like peering up at him and glimmering under the lamp above. His ears went warm, his mind plummeting into forbidden thoughts at how soft her lips appeared when stood as close as they were. If he leaned down ever so slightly, he was sure their lips would meet. His eyes flickered to hers, then down to her lips as he licked his, “It was nice to see you again.”

She nodded, the way their eyes locked sent shivers down her spine, and the butterflies caged in Kohei’s stomach had finally been released and fluttered violently. An awful rendition of Romeo and Juliet on a Wednesday night, he hadn’t considered her parents. Or her sibling. If his feet didn’t budge like his mind was screaming for them to, his actions could just be the end of him for good. End of their communication, never to see each other even in the streets again. But she was no better for she found the remorse in his face, and how it seemed to soften when he looked at her now, not like he had before they parted, but the same look he gave when they first met. Like she was the most beautiful and fascinating person he’d ever seen. Like seeing a rainbow for the first time, rare and you’re not really sure if you’ll see one again so you cherish the divine for as long as possible before it fades.

Leaning down closer, he parted his lips slightly, watching y/n stand on her toes, her fingers taking the fabric at the bottom of his t-shirt between them to pull him down as she closed in. If they had known their hearts pulsed heavily in a synchronised rhythm, maybe they would’ve met with rightful desperation. Their breaths hot against cool skin, lips ghosting and burnt-out fires inside them sparking for reignition. They were almost there again, almost burning as one and for once in a long time, agreeing on something intimate.

But the cost. The cost of it. The aftermath. If he kissed her now, what would be of them next? He couldn’t do that to her, be utterly smitten over a girl whose judgement wasn’t clear. Like coercing her back to him because for one night he showed a new, better side to him. Kohei’s breathing rattled when y/n’s lip ever so slightly touched his. His fists clenched, clammy from being shoved in his pockets, the magnetic pull between the opposite sides overbearing, exciting, their foreheads pressed together. Y/n’s limbs tingled, becoming lighter the closer she got to him, the final stretch. So close, noses brushing, lips parting, tensions finally dissolving.

Until he pulled away with a shaking breath, his eyebrows knitted and forehead dropping into her shoulder. His arms instead found solace around her, holding her close to his chest, his thundering heart suddenly becoming present. Y/n’s eyes widened, fingers gripping his t-shirt. She was almost there, almost able to fulfil the heat flushing her body and satisfy the voice in her head that told her to shoot her shot again. Why pull back when he was so close? Didn’t he like winning? Wasn’t that his whole thing, having everything to himself?

“No, we can’t- we can’t do this.” He mumbled into her neck, hand finding the small of her back and resting like it belonged there, his other hand on the back of her head. He couldn’t look at her, not while his stomach tumbled, and heart jumped between emotions. “I can’t kiss you to make things better. I was so shit to you and telling you that I’m still in love with you is so fucking selfish and I’m so sorry. You deserve someone worth your time, but not me. Don’t do anything because you feel bad, please, I’m not gonna be angry, y/n.”

Her face dulled when the grip around her fell weak, his voice raspy and muffled but she heard him loud and clear. Wiggling his draped body off hers, hands firmly on his chest but letting his arms stay where they were, she took his face between her palms.

“Would you shut up and kiss me?” She sighed, pulling their lips together. The kiss was rough, desperate but saccharine and needed. Kohei’s thumbs rubbed small circles on her hips, a small, unexpected groan slipping from his throat with the way they devoured each other.

One dangerous kiss had them tumbling backwards through her door, through her hallway and eventually into her bedroom, standing in the middle of it as if nothing mattered. Hands grabbed at his t-shirt, tugging it, and disconnecting the kiss for him to throw it over his head, just to dive immediately back to taste her again. He licked her bottom lip, giving her ass a squeezing and the gasp she released allowed his tongue to dart into her mouth, tongues lapping and relishing in the heat flushing through their bodies and to their cores. His sweatpants grew tight, her pelvis grinding against his, setting off a predatory instinct inside him. He pulled away quickly, showering her neck with wet kisses while they clumsily tore the rest of their clothes off, scattering them around the room until his mind zoned back into the moment where y/n’s hands were tugging his hair and pulling him towards her bed.

Her back hit the mattress, Kohei’s body hovering over her as they crawled to the other end, y/n’s head lay comfortably on her pillows as his lips traced down her column and sternum, one knee bumping her cunt. Her fingers carded through his hair, chest heavy and panting as little mewls slipped off her tongue when he groped and toyed with her tits, laying sweet kisses over the flesh.

“Ko.” She whined, throwing her head back instinctively at the way his fingers dragged down to her clit, sliding through her sopping folds, and rubbing firm circles just like she’d taught him.

He placed a kiss on her jawline, “Use your words, dollface. Gotta tell me what you want.” His voice was low and raspy, lips leaving fleeting pecks along her jaw until their foreheads met, hot and heavy breaths huffing and intertwining.

“I want you-“ she moaned, Kohei’s finger slipping into her pussy, slowing pumping in languid motions, “-inside.” A second finger entered, her eyes screwing shut as the expansion of her brim, clit throbbing and crying for electrifying stimulation. He curled them, y/n bucking her hips in a rhythm that matched his, throaty whimpers leaving her lips as her stomach coiled. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex when he repositioned his other arm to rest beside her head.

“Doin’ s’well, that’s it.” His fingers pumped faster, y/n’s eyes fluttering open as the coil in her stomach became loose, spilling on his fingers and down her thighs and a moan drew from her chest. Pulling his hand away, Kohei took his fingers between his lips, licking her cum clean with a sultry gaze and groan, eyes basking in the way the panting in her chest slowed as she caught her breath again.

“Ko,” she huffed, “lemme ride you. Wanna ride your cock.”

“Anything you want, baby, c’mere.” He smirked, mouth reconnecting with hers for a heavy kiss, one that almost ached but the way their tongues tried to dominate each other was too addicting to pull back. Kohei took her by the hips and rolled them over, his back meeting the warmth her body generated and y/n’s legs now straddling him. When they did pull back to breathe again, she sat up, eyes peering down as if she were the most powerful being to exist in his universe. A goddess. Looking down on him like that uncloaked a new type of confidence in her like she was finally able to overpower him in an area he lacked.

“Don’t go quiet on me, I know how loud you can be.” Honey lacing her voice, dripping down his senses and almost making him choke on his spit. Grinding her hips along his crotch, she let the concoction of her arousal and cum slide along his dick, spitting in her palm before taking his cock in her hand and giving it a couple of strokes. With a feathery touch, she swirled her thumb over his tip, listening to the quivering of his breath and grunting strain. With a half-lidded look, she lined her cunt up with his cock, breath hitching when the tip kissed her entrance and slowly sinking down, her walls happily embracing him like a long-lost lover.

Kohei’s hands caressed her thighs, drawing little patterns on her soft skin, and fanning out to grab them, kneading when he bottomed out. He bit his lip, exhaling deeply and groaning out.

“You’re so pretty from this angle, so fuckin’ tight f’me too.” He meant every bit of the sentence, like watching his guardian angel descend to save him, suck him dry of his sins. Eyelashes batting down at him, tits perfect in his eye line and pussy on display for him to watch ride him dry. His chest warmed when her hands lay flat on it, hips rolling while he lazily guided her, the little hums of satisfaction rumbling from her, knowing her clit was hitting the right spot while his cock delved into her further, hunting the sweet spot. “Lovin’ how you still fit me, baby.”

The tension in the room deemed thick, almost stuffy but dissolved when she pushed up, placing her hands on his stomach and bouncing on his cock with a hasty rhythm at first, until she found her momentum and switched onto an auto-pilot-like zone.

“Oh shit! Feels so good.” She grinned, nirvana washing over her. He just seemed to always fit her perfectly.

Kohei groaned at her pussy squeezing around him, a pleasant euphoria in his veins watching her jaw slack and attempt to stay composed around his thickness.

“Taking my cock so well, baby.” He chuckled, his lips twitching into a smirk while her thighs worked. Y/n’s head felt muzzy, pleasure shooting through her and sending her dumbstruck and the way his cock hit her cervix. Kohei rutted his hips to match her pace, devouring the view of her body and watching the way it moved so gracefully despite becoming drenched in sweat the more they slammed into each other. It was when she started clenching, did he groan aloud, throaty, and whiny, dropping his façade.

“Jesus fuck-,” he panted, the pit of his stomach tightening, “Need you, y/n. God let me cum.”

His hands bruised her hips, barely letting her do the work herself but she pushed the burning feeling aside and moved his hands to her waist. He needed her. Just her in that moment. Just her to let him cum.

“Fuck me,” demanding, in control, he was wrapped around her finger, “Say that again.”

His core pulled tight, excruciating that he had to wait to release, “Let me cum, y/n! Please, baby.” He bucked faster, desperation fuelling his muscles and feeling them flex and tighten seeing her smaller frame on top of him, jolt and wail out every time his cock kissed her cervix. Up until now, y/n hadn’t realised how close she was, completely too cock drunk to notice how hot her lower stomach felt and how badly she wanted to be stuffed full. She glanced down at Kohei. Such a strong, bratty character withering underneath her while nestled in her pussy, such a slut for her walls of all things. Hair stuck to his forehead, eyebrows knitted, chest vibrating from the little grunts every time he fucked her to get her to finish.

“Cumming, Ko-“ she moaned out, throwing her head back and letting herself loose. Fully sated, he relaxed, practically dropping his body back into the mattress, thick ropes of cum spilling into and out her cunt. Her body draped onto his, burying her face into his shoulder and matching his panting. Kohei placed a chaste kiss to her temple, giving her back gentle rubs.

“You did s’well, baby, so fucking well. So fucking sexy.”

“You were a good boy too, felt s’good.” She mumbled into his skin, barely audible but the sweet kiss she left reassured him enough. They lay there for what felt like hours, but was only ten minutes, just enjoying each other’s company and listening to their heartbeats fall into a synchronised lullaby.

“C’mon, pretty. Let’s clean up.” He mumbled softly, giving her back two taps and sitting them both up. He pulled out of her, the view of their messes glistening somehow feeling romantic in a way. Y/n rolled onto her back, limbs going limp as she lay facing the ceiling, her sheets becoming more inviting than ever, possibly due to the aching in her legs. Meanwhile, Kohei located his boxers, scooped them up and headed into her en-suite, cleaned himself and slid his underwear back on. He returned with a damp cloth and handled her like she was glass, ensuring his touch was tender before leaving to wash it.

Closing the bathroom door quietly and switching its light off, he turned to find y/n cosied under her sheets wearing his t-shirt and her panties. He wished he’d see the sight every night, as part of a routine in his life. But how life could be unfair. He slipped in next to her, surprised when she tucked her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his torso. Either way, his arms found serenity around her torso, a smile gracing his lips when she hoisted her leg over his hips. The comfiest position in the world, he had to agree.

“I can leave if you don’t want your family catching us.” The words weren’t supposed to come out as gloomy as they did, he just didn’t want to mess things up again.

“I never told them what you did. It’s okay. Besides, if they were home, I wouldn’t have hauled you inside.” She giggled, like a refreshing song in the summer. He blinked three times, opening his mouth but closing it again. “For all they know, we just took a break for studies. It’s not their business, Kohei. As shit as you were, I can handle myself.”

“So, hypothetically, if they did see me again, they wouldn’t jump me?”

“Nah, they’d probably assume we just found each other again and figured it out.” She didn’t lie, he knew her family didn’t really care about what she did. She was the child they didn’t have to worry about. The eldest who could survive the wild.

They fell back into a comfortable silence, listening to the cars outside and skin tingling at fingertips tracing along bodies. He exhaled, his hold around her tightening and snuggling into her, closing his eyes, and relishing in the moment he did have his everything back in his world.

After working up his courage, he spoke out with confidence, “I swear I’ll do things differently this time.”

She froze and stared blankly at the ceiling, processing his confession of lingering feelings that made her heart swell and skip. Slipping from his arms slightly, she propped herself up onto her arm and met his puppy eyes, lips begging to kiss him all over again. With their noses almost touching, she pursed her lips.

“Start over,” her voice just above a whisper, “Let’s start over. We’ll go on dates, and you can show me that you’ve changed and that you love me. If we can do that, then you can call me your girlfriend all over again, all the time.”

His gaze softened, eyes glossy and he nodded. His hand met the nape of her neck, pulling their lips together into a loving kiss, warm and sweet. Just two flames re-lighting and burning together once again, in the dark of night calling the past the past and heading onto a new future.

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hypnoticsphere · 3 months

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zuko headcanon time!!!!

He always knew that firebending was never going to be his strongest weapon, not with Azula around. His baby sister, a firebending prodigy with blue fire and lightning. So, with the resources he was allowed, he was able to study with Master Piandao. The art of the sword came easy to Zuko. Mostly.

He had trouble with his footwork. Always springing into action too soon; unable to stay patient and wait for an opening attack. Many of the reasons he struggled with his Katas. Zuko was a problem solver, he was able to make up for his mistakes with quick thinking, but Piandao wanted to limit any sort of mistakes at all. So, he proposed that Zuko take ballet once he arrived back home. A dance that required discipline, strength, and patience.

Zuko had vehemently denied it, arguing that it was going to make him look stupid. Azula already had enough to make fun of him, he really didn’t want to fuel the fire of his sisters insults. Piandao wasn’t forcing him to take ballet, only trying to help him better his already remarkable skills. He told Zuko to read up on it, maybe he would even think it was “cool”.

And, well, that’s just what Zuko did. In the palace library, he searched through scrolls about various cultural dances. Ballet came from the Air Nomads, and later enriched (stolen) into the fire nation. Zuko looked through the drawings, captivated by their flexibility, and wincing when he saw that they were standing on their toes.

He ran to his mom, doing everything to avoid running into Azula let alone father. Ursa was outside in the garden, throwing vegetable scraps to the turtle ducks in the pond. Zuko scared them away as he rushed to her side, practically shoving the scroll in his poor mother’s face. Ursa, ever the saint, took the scroll from Zuko’s vibrating hands and arched her brow towards him.

“Ballet?”

“Master Piandao told me It’d make me a better fighter.” Not true, but also not entirely a lie. Zuko was just embarrassed on how much he wanted to take a dance class.

Ursa smiled, rubbing Zuko’s hair affectionately, “Okay, then. I’ll see what we can do about getting you a private instructor.

And that’s how it began. Almost every morning, before his training with his firebending teachers, Zuko met with a strict, rather terrifying, woman named Arami to learn ballet. Despite her rough around the edges personality, Zuko liked her. A lot more than his bending teachers. He listened to her intently and hung off her every word.

It was around the same time Zuko found his interest in the theatre. Arami shared scrolls with him, and taught him how various dance styles were incorporated in his favorite plays. He would take her practices and merge them with his kata’s and again with his swords, those forged by him and Master Piandao. For once, he felt confident in his own ability, enough to discourage Azula’s taunts. It was even okay when his mother left, grandfather died, and Father was crowned firelord.

And then, he was burned and banished, outcasted from the fire nation with an impossible task. His passion and his love was snuffed out in an instant and replaced with anger as he lost sight of who he had built himself to be.

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Hello again, can I please request more dinobot Buddy and Bumblebee?

Thank you so much! :D

She now has a name! You can check her name out in the Canon name list and learn her fun fact!

Hope you enjoy!

Nova: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Slight Familial, Cybertronian reader

Nova was out on a solo patrol.

She was near the edge of the desert when she spotted a mother duck and her ducklings.

Curiously the dinobot walked closer to the group.

The duck looked tired and her babies even more, barely keeping up on foot.

Nova remembered that ducks needed to be somewhere near a pond from the last museum trip she took with Chip.

These ducks were nowhere near any water.

She was going to fix that!

Nova carefully getting even closer to the group. The mother duck quacks in panic as her duckling gets closer. Nova: “No hurt. Nova help.” She gently nudges the ducks in the opposite direction. Nova: “Here, this way. This way.” The ducks look at the dinobot curiously. Slowly the mother duck begins to follow the larger bot with her babies in tow. Nova puffs her chassis a bit and wags her tail a bit. Chip, Bumblebee, Optimus and Grimlock would be so proud of her! Meanwhile back at the base… Ratchet finishes the last dent on Grimlock’s armor. Ratchet: “And that should do it Grimlock. Your free to go.” The dinobot didn’t move and had a concentrated look on his face. Never a good sign. Ratchet: “Grimlock, what’s wrong?” Grimlock: “Nova not back yet.” Ratchet raises an optic. Ratchet: “Not back yet?” Wheeljack walks into the room. Wheeljack: “Who’s not back yet?” Grimlock: “Nova not back from patrol.” Wheeljack looks confused but shrugs it off. Wheeljack: “Maybe she’s taking the longer route today.” Grimlock doesn’t look convinced and leaves the med bay.

The leader of the dinobots started pacing around the Arc after the comment.

Slowly the other dinobots started getting restless as well.

Snarl already suggested looking for her, but Grimlock didn’t want to.

Not yet at least.

He trusted his teammates.

Especially his scout.

There were things that Nova did that he questioned, but at the end of the day, she always pulled through.

If Nova decided to take the longer route, then that was okay.

… but it didn’t hurt to call either…

What was really bothering him was that she hadn’t called since early in the morning.

The scout always called in at random times in the day.

Today there was none.

Grimlock is pacing in front of Prowl, Jazz, Optimus and Teletran 1. Prowl: “Grimlock you are going to break something if you continue with your pacing.” The dinobot just grumbles looking at the clock. If only he could read the time. Jazz: “Relax Grimlock. I’m sure ol’ Nova is probably hanging out with Bumblebee and lost track of time.” Grimlock paused. He hadn’t thought of that… Optimus: “Jazz is right Grimlock, she has lost track of time when she is with Bumblebee.” Bumblebee walks in the room with a worried look on his face. Bumblebee: “Has anyone seen Nova today? I haven’t seen her since this morning, and she is usually back by this time.” Grimlock, Optimus, Prowl and Jazz: “…” The Autobtos looked at the stress dinobot. Jazz: “I’ll go get the search—” Prowl: “Search party on, absolutely.”

Meanwhile with Nova…

Nova was still walking the ducks when a snake suddenly appeared from the back of one of the ducklings.

Before the mother duck reacted, Nova slammed her tail in between the snake and duckling, scaring the snake away.

The duckling started quaking and nuzzled to her side.

Her spark melted a bit at the fuzzy little creature quacking.

Then the other ducks started climbing her tail.

The dinobot stayed as still as she could.

The mother duck flew up to her ducklings and nestled on her bac struts as her babies climbed on their mother’s back.

The mother duck quacked at her.

Nova took this as the sign to continue.

Carefully Nova continued her way with the ducks on her back.

Back at the Arc… Optimus is trying to calm Grimlock down. Optimus: “Grimlock we don’t know if the Decepticon’s have her—” Grimlock: “It only exp… expla…” Wheeljack: “Explanation?” Grimlock: “Why Novy not here!” Optimus: “We already have a search party out looking for her. Did you already try calling her?” Grimlock: “Yes! Me Grimlock need to go outside!” Perceptor: “Grimlock, the last thing we need is you and the other dinobots on a rampage trying to find her. Let us try and find her." Grimlock snarls at the microscope before turning to the Prime. Grimlock: “Nova. My teammate. My responsibility.” Sideswipe whispering: “I didn’t know he knew that word.” Sunstreaker whispering back after seeing the glares from Snarl and Sludge: “Shut it Sides.” Optimus places a servo on Grimlock’s tense shoulder. Optimus: “And she is my responsibility as well. Right now, we don’t know where Nova is and if something has happened, we need to be smart about this. We can’t rush in; it could risk harming her.” Grimlock tenses a bit before loosening up a bit. Grimlock: “… If no one find Nova in hour, Dinobots take control.” Optimus nods as the two leaders wait patiently for any sign of the lost dinobot.

Meanwhile with Nova…

There was a good explanation to why Nova wasn’t answering.

Mama duck was sitting on the part on Nova’s back that received signals.

That and the number of feathers jammed into her sides and joints didn’t help either.

After another hour, the dinobot had finally managed to reach the destination.

It was a quiet pond in the woods that lead into a slightly marshy area.

Beachcomber had shown her this place one time.

It was the perfect place for the ducks.

Seeing the duck’s not wanting to get off her back, Nova decided to carefully wade into the water

Slowly the ducklings and the mother duck hopped off and began splashing in the water.

Nova smiled at this.

A job well—hold on.

The mother duck once again flew up to her helm and sat on it.

The dinobot could hear the duck quietly quack.

A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

Nova stayed near the muddy shore for about 2 hours.

Enough time for the ducklings and mama duck to try and make a nest for her.

It took another hour to try and leave the pond because the mother duck did not want her to leave.

At all.

Eventually she did manage to leave but promised the duck that she would visit the next day.

She didn’t know if the duck understood.

The dinobot began to run back to the Arc.

Nova could feel the mud start to harden a bit.

She arrives at the base just as the sun was setting.

The dirty dinobot was greeted with an empty base.

She quietly chirped a bit.

Nothing.

Nova sits down and tries to reach for a twig in her joints. Nova’s tail starts thumping at the sight of a familiar yellow minibot. Bumblebee had just arrived to take a break from looking for Nova when he stopped in his tracks. Never had he thought seeing a muddy, dusty dinobot would bring him so much joy. Bumblebee runs and launches on her and hugs her tightly. Nova feels her entire frame on fire but smiles and curls her tail around the minibot. Bumblebee: “Oh thank Primus you’re okay!” Slowly more bots start filling in and then start sprinting to her. Everyone asked so many questions it gave her a helmache. She decided to focus on Bumblebee’s arms still wound around her neck and gently nuzzled closer to his chassis. Ratchet and Wheeljack look over her. Wheeljack pulling twigs: “What is—” Ratchet pulling out a servo full of feathers: “All of this?!” Nova was about to respond when the floor began to tremble. Bumblebee quickly got out of Nova’s hug, causing her to quietly whine. Grimlock and the other dinobots suddenly stop in front of the group. Nova waves: “Hello—” Dinobots: “NOVA!” All the dinobot’s minus Grimlock immediately swarmed her asking a million more questions and trying to rid of the mud on her armor. Grimlock: “Enough!” The dinobots stop and slowly back away from Nova. Grimlock’s little arms were crossed. He looked angry and disappointed, but his optics said the opposite. Grimlock: “Nova have a lot to say.”

Nova just nods before opening her subspace and pulling a shiny rock and a feather.

She passes the feather to Bumblebee and gives the shiny rock in Grimlock’s servos.

Grimlock sighs tiredly.

Explanations could wait, he needed a nap.

He opens his jaw and gently clamps down on her back, lifting her up from the ground and walking to the dinobot quarters.

The other dinobots follow suit.

Nova just waves at the other Autobots with her tail as soon as the doors close.

She couldn’t wait to introduce her team to the mother duck and her babies tomorrow!

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #transformers #g1 transformers #g1 transformers x platonic reader #g1 transformers x reader #Nova

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zombeebunnie · 3 months

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Hello, teacher! I wonder what Noah looked like in high school and elementary school ᵕ̈

This is a very good question and I really want to practice drawing Noah again since I've been re-drawing backgrounds for the full game!

I don't have anything that far back but here's Noah studying in the library. Noah is in his last year of college majoring in finance so he would've been around 20-21 here!

Lore time:

I don't count this as spoilers since all of this happens before the events of the game and he does mention his college days at some point later in the game but I'll go a little further with it. :]

Noah went to a two-year college on a full ride scholarship that paid for his tuition, books, and living expenses. He received help from his guidance counselor which gave him a lot of time in advance to apply correctly. Noah worked on his application for months and dedicated a few hours into it every couple of days. While Noah was there he did a fairly good job of keeping his grades up while maintaining a social life outside of it. However, after graduating he lost contact with everyone since most of them moved on with their lives and stopped communicating.

Fun facts:

Noah is left handed! (In this drawing he's just circling something with his right hand since he was organizing some papers.) He hates using regular pencils and will always prefer to write with mechanical pencils. Noah enjoyed studying in the library during the evening. His outfit attire during this time was button-down business casual outfits and formal attire. His favorite colors to wear were light/dark blue, brown, grey, white, green, and the occasional plaid flannel. Noah didn't go to any college parties. His favorite subject was Chemistry! The college had a pond with ducks and Noah would sometimes feed them berries while going in between classes. Eventually the ducks would follow behind him and he did not notice this until weeks later to his surprise. Eventually one of the ducks had babies and brought them to Noah while he was distracted tying his shoes. It was a very fond memory that has always stayed with him.

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cakerybakery · 2 months

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Childish Behaviour part four.

“Okay. Now you try.” Micheal was being friendly but Lucifer rolled his eyes. He’s seen Micheal turn into a bird and it didn’t look hard at all.

He concentrated on what kind of bird he wanted to be. Lucifer wanted to be a duck. Then he could show Lilith and Adam, if they could find him, his new toy and how well he could turn into a duck.

He tried to think about what kind of duck to turn into and couldn’t make up his mind. They had all kinds of colours of feathers and even bills. He’d seen one with a blue bill once! What kind would his friends like?

Lilith’s shiny blonde hair came to mind and he remembered the baby ducks he and Adam had watched at one of the ponds a few days ago when they had still been friends. It’s fluffy yellow feathers and how Adam had thought they were cute.

Lucifer concentrated on those little ducklings. Their little bill and fluffy feathers. Their little webbed feet and tiny wings. Then closed his eyes and transformed with a little pop.

He opened one eye and then the other. Looking up and Micheal was HUGE!

A quack popped out of his bill in surprise. It worked! He clapped his little wings and tried to take a step.

He tripped over his own webbed feet and quacked as he giggled. Lucifer tried to get back up but couldn’t figure out how to get his feet under him again. Lucifer wiggled his tail feathers as he tried to push up his back end up but he just pushed himself along the ground.

Big hands wrapped around his belly and he was gently lifted up.

“Well done, Lucifer. You did a very good job!” Micheal praised him with a smile.

He quacked happily as his tail feathers wagged uncontrollably.

Micheal said he did a good job! Lucifer couldn’t wait to tell Sera all about it!

“Morningstar?”

Sera! She was here to pick him up!

He wasn’t allowed to go to his lessons on his own anymore and she picked him up to go to Eden for the afternoon too because she didn’t want him skipping or getting lost.

He was a whole fourteen days old! He’d been to Eden on his own, like, four whole times! She worried too much. He could even turn into a duckling now. He was very grown up.

Flapping, he wiggled from Michael’s hands and landed on his fluffy butt. Michael put him on his webbed feet and he waddled as quickly as he could to Sera, hopping around her and quacking excitedly because he wasn’t sure yet how to talk as an animal.

She smiled at him and scooped Lucifer up. Sera looked him over and nodded approvingly. “Excellent job, Lucifer.”

Joy burst through him and he could barely stand because his tail feathers were wagging so hard.

Sera thought he did a good job! And excellent job! Lucifer couldn’t wait to show his friends!

Micheal scratched his head as Lucifer plopped down in Sera’s hand. He wait impatiently as the grownups talked about him but he was too busy thinking about what games he was going to play with Lilith and if she had found Adam yet to pay attention until they were finally saying goodbye.

“You don’t want to turn back?”

He shook his head no and let Sera carry him all the way to Eden.

Lilith was going to be so so SO surprised!

The whole trip down he was very good and patient, even though it took forever for Sera to find Lilith being given a bath in one of the shallow ponds by an angel lady Lucifer didn’t know.

Before he could help himself he paddled his little legs furiously, excited to get into the water and surprise Lilith.

“How did you get so dirty?” The angel tutted scrubbing at Lilith’s hair while she pouted.

“I’m bored! I want to play in the mud again!”

The angel just sighed and dunked her under to be rinsed off.

Unable to contain Lucifer any more Sera let him go in the water and he paddled over to Lilith, who was shaking her head to get the water out of her ears.

He raised his head proudly and paddled close by her, giving a little quack to get her attention.

Lilith gave him a curious little smile and reached out to pet him. “Hello pretty bird.”

He let her.

The little smile grew and she gasped as she touched his feathers.

“Ohhh, so soft.”

Lucifer couldn’t contain himself anymore and lost control of the transformation. No longer buoyant, he sunk into the pond.

Much like Adam had the first time they met, Lilith gave a surprised shriek and jumped back.

He sat up, spit water out of his mouth and put his wet hat back on. “Hi Lilith! I learned to turn into a duck! Want to play?”

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel michael #Childish Behaviour Au

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zeroducks-2 · 1 year

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Omg can I ask for a number 13 prompt with sladick and Slade sees Dick holding a baby and loses it (genuinely felt like I’m saying an McDonald’s order here I’m so sorry 💀)

But thank you so much for being so dedicated with your writing!!

😭💀💀

A Sladick 13 with side order of Dick holding a baby, coming up!

(I love you anon thank you)

13. "I adore you" - Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Every Tuesday and Friday it's likely to see Dick strolling around the park with two cooing bundles strapped to his chest and back. It's a boy and a girl, the former with soft black hair and the latter with curly reds, and they appear to be the twin children of one of Grayson's little friends, even if Slade has had the creeping suspicion that they could be Grayson's and that alien chick's. Or that other Batchick's, also a redhead. The kid really seems to like redheads.

Anyway no, they're not his, he's just babysitting. Which doesn't mean he won't coo to the little bundles and play with them like he was a devoted father. He sits them up on a blanket spread out on the grass and reads to them out loud, or gets as close as possible to ducks and squirrels to hear their delighted squeaks. Sometimes there's that other little bird with him, sometimes the demon child, sometimes one of his other little friends, but most of the times Dick is alone with the kids.

Slade would know since he tends to be around often as of lately. The first time it happened by accident, then it kept happening and Slade won't lie to himself and say that he just casually keeps going to the same park on the same days as Dick does. Then one day Slade gets a call which keeps him distracted a moment too long, because when he looks back in Grayson's direction, he realizes the kid is looking straight at him from across a small pond, and despite Slade is tempted to duck behind a family of seven and their platoon of strollers, he pockets the phone and greets him with a casual gesture.

Dick quickly gets to him, his expression questioning even if he looks and walks easy and relaxed. Of course, were he to grew tense he would upset the little things.

«What are you doing here, Slade...?» He asks while the curious brown eyes of the girl peer at him from her spot on Dick's back. The boy yawns instead, uninterested.

«I should have met up with someone.» He lies casually, fixing his sunglasses. A man with an eyepatch attracts attention so he prefers to ditch it when he follows Grayson to the park on Tuesday and Friday. «I was stood up. You?» He asks, smiling vaguely and pretending he didn't even notice the children to which Dick eloquently gestures.

«Taking care of a couple of friends' offspring.» Dick smiles and takes the boy's hand, moving it as if in a wave. «Say hello to the big scary man, Jai.» The boy yawns again and Dick leans down to kiss his little head, smiling in a way which has Slade stare from behind the cover of his sunglasses, his heartbeat unreasonably quickening. «My next stop is the ice cream parlor, I believe I deserve a little treat. You can come with if you think you also deserve a little treat.»

They go buy ice cream and Dick insists for Slade to hold the little girl as they sit on a bench. Irey seems really interested in his tie for a while, but soon after she's soundly sleeping on his thigh while Slade easily holds her with one arm.

«Are you staying in town for long?» Dick asks casually, seeming lost in his ice cream and in watching as people come and go from the parlor. «I mean, huh. I know you don't like Chicago, I don't like it much either. But I have a job here...» He lowers his voice. «As Nightwing. It's kind of a big thing, and... I'm not asking for your help, by the way. Just, if you're here during the day, we might... meet up sometimes. For an ice cream. Like this I mean.»

Slade just looks at him and offers a smile. He reaches up and fixes a wild lock of hair behind Dick's ear, and it isn't lost to him how the kid blinks and a vague flush creeps up on his cheeks.

I adore you, Slade thinks, but doesn't say it because he doesn't want to agitate him and wake up the children. However it has to be evident on his smile and in the way his touch linger on Dick's cheek, because Dick looks down and stuffs his face into his ice cream, blushing more.

«I'll be staying in Chicago for a few days. I have a job here too.» Slade lies casually again. He's been in town for a while now, enough to know about Grayson's routine, the names of the kids, who are their parents. That's another thing he won't say out loud though. «I'll come pick you up tonight at eight. If you like that.»

Dick smiles in a way that completely fills his eyes with light, mindlessly petting Jai's little head, and again Slade's heart beats fast. He quietly rolls eyes up at himself.

«Yes, I'd really like that.»

Jai and Irey West are actually Wally and Linda's twin children! They got lost in the Dark Multiverse though, or some bs like that because N52.

Thank you for the prompt anon ♥ I choked on my pizza when I read this ask lmao I love you.

Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)

#my asks #my fanfictions #sladick #three words prompt game #fluff #yeah ok Slade is a bit of a stalker but he means well (?)#Dick has no idea btw

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yandere-genji · 2 years

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Can I have some yandere ashe and hanzo fluff headcanons? I am weak for tough hardened characters with a soft spot 🥴

I mean….give me a character that literally hates everyone else but their weakness is 1 little baby like…..amazing

Hanzo:

Blossoming flowers colored the air with rosy fragrance, children eagerly ran after brown bunnies and red squirrels, laughing as they bounced away. You couldn’t help but feel the enchantment of spring and all its new beginnings. The feeling of something new and promising was to come. Yet that feeling went away when you turned to Hanzo and his dark eyes met yours. You had never seen him smile, it seemed like he must’ve kept that same menacing glare his whole life. He didn’t say anything.

This time of year dug a dagger into Hanzo’s chest and weighed heavily in his heart. Like a widow who still slept in the bed she once shared with her husband, it reminded him of the memories he had lost, the memories that tugged on his grief. But he was stoic, though he spoke plainly of all that troubled him, his face never changed. He was hard to read because of that, no matter how honest he was.

He noticed the way you admired the blooming blossom trees as he walked by your side. And the sweet smile that grew on your face when the ducks waddled by the pond with a row of duckings following behind them. That tender feeling in his heart tickled at his core and he almost caught himself smiling. His hand reached to hold yours, the touch startled you, but you relented and held his hand. It was an unusual display of softness from Hanzo. Though there were times he pulled you close to him, his muscles were never relaxed in fear you might struggle out of his grip.

It felt normal. Like you were lovers strolling through the city and enjoying the spring season. And you started feeling a strange happiness that was foreign but comforting. It excited you and you leaned into him, content in enjoying this moment with someone else. That struck his heart, he hummed in satisfaction and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. Though he loves to see you like this, he felt a familiar desire to take you back home as soon as he could and hold you close to him, just the two of you away from the world.

Ashe:

As the head of the Deadlock gang, Ashe has seen all kinds of injuries. Some life threatening, others simple scratches. But when you broke your wrist trying to shoot her coach gun, she couldn’t help but go into mama mode. It was cute, seeing how fragile you were, and she couldn’t help but laugh at your pathetic little cries and sobs. Still, she had a soft spot for you and she wasn’t afraid to show it.

She will spit venom at anyone who comes near you. To be fair, she usually does this but is more protective now than ever due to your injury. And she will literally speak to you like you’re a baby, cooing and coddling you constantly. There’s no room for protest, all that gets you is a soft smack to your butt as she hushes you to be quiet. B.O.B. will constantly be hovering over you and waiting on you, maybe even carrying you to and fro (your legs are fine but Ashe won’t hear any of it.)

Every now and then she’ll examine your wrist to see how it’s healing, at least once a day. She’d carefully wash the area, being sure not to irritate the injury. Once she’s done, she’ll give a few kisses across your wrist, up your arm until she reaches your cheeks and then patches you back up.

She wanted to teach you how to shoot in case she wasn’t there to protect you in the future. But after that incident, she just resigned herself to keeping you by her side no matter what. Even in her most dangerous missions, she would take you with her. After all, odds are that even with a gun, you couldn’t protect yourself as well as she could protect you.

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amaltheametalweld · 4 months

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The porch pond tub is flourishing. I saw a berried shrimp a few days ago. The guppies have been lousy at their mosquito eating job so we got Princess Peach who is a betta fish. She took a couple of days to hunt the larvae down to nothing. 👑 👑

We lost poor Mango a couple of days in, but cheap pet store guppies are always a gamble. The rest of our beautiful boys are doing great. Peach doesn't really seem to care about them which is why I got a lady betta instead of putting Mr. Steve in there. He would have seen the guppy colors as a challenge.

The plants have taken off with the water lillies finally reaching the surface. There's a new pink polka dot plant in there to add a bit of color. Its been cut in a few pieces to propagate. I've added some water from the duck pond as fertilizer.

The hornwort is getting a little out of hand, but it's staying so the baby shrimp will have a good dense hiding area. Peaches hasn't messed with the adult shrimp but she's a predator. So it would be best to err on the side of caution to give my shrimp babies a better chance.

#so i guess i have a shrimp tub #bettablr #neocaridina #Porch pond #Plants #Water garden #Update

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enquiringangel · 11 months

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Hey there @enquiringangel I have a prompt for based off of one of my posts

Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/725198999630594048/hey-there-lost-boys-fandom-i-just-have-a-dumb

I hope you like it 😅

(…This is not a drabble. I can’t believe I wrote so much about baby ducks lol.)

Keeping Your Ducks in a Row

🪿🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆

-x-

It begins in the park one night.

There’s a lake, more of a glorified pond than anything else, the surface scattered with algae and lilypads. And on the shore, a nest in an ill-advised place. There is also a fox, small and sleek and hungry.

Long story short, one dead mother duck later and it’s Marko to the rescue, filling his jacket pocket with eggs while Paul makes a joke about omelettes.

Marko pushes him into the lake.

It’s fine. There’s no running water involved, so the worst that happens is Paul thrashing to the surface, spluttering and blinking furiously, carefully dishevelled hair now limp and flat, a broken lily pad on his head. Dwayne and David just about laugh themselves sick at the sight of him.

“Dude! It was a fucking joke,” Paul complains, splatting wetly back onto the shore and peeling off streams of pond weed. “You know I wouldn’t hurt your birdies.”

(A lesson learned after the Boys had decided to use the pigeons to make their game of darts more interesting. Marko had taken a look at the dead bird speared on the wall next to the dartboard and launched himself at David in a whirl of curled hair and fangs. The resulting tussle had been bloody, and scariest of all - Marko had almost won.

David jokes he still has a scar on his calf from Marko’s teeth, despite the fact that none of them scar.)

Marko takes the eggs back to the hotel with him and builds them a brightly-colored nest of fabric swatches. There are nine eggs in all, though one of them is bigger than the others. As he returns to their roost in time for dawn, he hopes they’ll be warm enough.

The following evening he wakes to David’s voice in his head. ‘Marko. One of your chickens has hatched. Come get it, it keeps squeaking at me.’

Marko’s barely-awake brain digests this for a moment before his end of their telepathic bond is swamped in excitement. He flies back through to the lobby, leaving Dwayne and Paul’s groggy, just woken-up thoughts behind him.

It’s the big egg that hatched first, and a ball of yellowy-brown fuzz is clambering over the shells of its siblings, peeping excitedly as it stares up at David, who regards it with mild interest from amid a cloud of cigarette smoke.

Marko scoops the duckling up in both hands holds it up to his face. The peeping intensifies. Marko smiles. “Look how fuzzy it is, man.”

David squeezes his shoulder. “Congratulations. On your firstborn,” he says solemnly. “You should name him Marko Junior.” Because he is small, fluffy and yellow, David didn’t need to say.

“Fuck you,” Marko says. “Maybe I’ll name him David Junior.” He immediately decides he’ll do it, just because he can.

David rolls his eyes and gives Marko a little shove. “Whatever.” Having given his vague approval, he loses interest in the proceedings and goes to sit in his wheelchair and finish his ‘morning’ smoke. All he needs is a newspaper and a cup of coffee and his old man routine will be complete, Marko thinks as the baby bird in his hands begins chirping more urgently.

David Jr. is still chirping frantically by the time the others arrive. “Aw, cute,” Paul declares, stroking the top of its head with the tip of one finger. It immediately starts trying to devour his finger. “Little guy’s hungry!” he declares, laughing.

Dwayne leans over and turns one of the other eggs. “This one’s hatching.”

And it’s not too long before they’re all hatching, and Marko finds himself with nine baby birds all cheeping up at him. David Jr. looks different from the others, he notices. They’re all shades of yellow and brown but most of the others are more dark brown on top with a yellow underside and head, but a stripe of brown across their face like winged eyeliner almost. The first chick is more yellow, with a faint dusting of brown on top and no markings on its head.

“Maybe it’s not a duck,” Dwayne suggests.

“The fuck you talking about? Of course it’s a duck,” Marko says, looking at him like he’s demented. “They’re all ducks.”

“Maybe it’s just special,” Paul says, giggling as the oldest duckling keeps pecking at his hands. It tickles.

“Of course David Jr.’s special,” Marko dismisses, leading to uproarious cackling from his brothers at the choice of name. They each insist on naming a duckling after themselves as well, but quickly lose track of which one is which because they all look the same.

Once lowered to the ground, the baby ducks trail after Marko everywhere, dogging his footsteps like a shadow. It’s cute but he has to take great care where he steps. The one exception is naturally his problematic firstborn, who, upon figuring out its land legs, immediately weaves its way across the room to the foot of David’s wheelchair where it hops at the side of his boot insistently. Marko hastily goes to retrieve it, not wanting to risk a repeat of the pigeon dartboard incident.

“Figures you’d be the problem child,” he says, sighing.

-x-

“Are you seriously taking those things to the Boardwalk with us?” Dwayne asks him later that night.

“Yes,” Marko says, feeling immediately defensive. “I can’t exactly leave them alone can I? They might fall down a hole and perish. Or one of the rats might hurt one.”

“Never come between a mother and her child Dway—ow!” Paul rubs his arm and widens his eyes at Marko in a show of being wounded. “So violent,” he remarks. “Such strong maternal instincts—hahaha!” He’s still laughing even when Marko gets him in a headlock, the two of them able to wrestle without crushing any ducklings due to the fact said ducklings are currently locked away in an old cat carrier they had lying around.

“Say my name, bitch,” Marko orders, grinding his fist into Paul’s scalp.

“Never,” Paul growls back and, because he’s a bitch, grabs the underside of Marko’s upper arm between his fingers and pinches. Hard.

“Oww! Motherfucker—!” Marko immediately goes to close his teeth on Paul’s ear, but the angle of his own arm prevents this. He releases the headlock and the two of them kick and strike at each other playfully, complete with Bruce Lee sound effects.

“Girls! You’re both pretty,” David calls out, already straddling his motorcycle and looking over his shoulder with amusement. “Now put your purses down and get on the fucking bikes.”

“Aww, knew you loved me, Davey,” Paul says and runs over, planting a wet smooch on David’s cheek.

In the end they make it to the Boardwalk, ducklings in tow. Marko releases them and quickly realises he’s going to have to walk slow enough for them to keep up so they don’t get lost and trampled in the crowds. In the end the pack form a loose circle around Marko and the baby ducks, with Jr. trotting contently at David’s heels.

#the lost boys 1987 #marko tlb #david tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #the lost boys #my writing stuff

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