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spice-chan · 4 years

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Untold

description - king Katsuki Bakugo, who’s desperate in wanting to get closer to his mate hatches a morally dubious plan to do so. Let himself get injured ? check. Convince his clueless mate that his dragon needs to breed her otherwise he will rampage ? check.

warnings - Bakugo is soo bad at feelings. loss of virginity (m&f), dom bakugo, vaginal penetration, dirty talk ?, clueless reader, breeding kink, slight lactation kink but reader isnt lactating, implied brain washing. Bakugo and his dragon are like two separate entities who existing in one body. feral baku. mentions of poison and injury. Manipulation. slight dub con if you squint.

The first time Bakugo met you was after a meeting at your kingdom. A meeting he was more than disgruntled at having to attend.

You were the epitome of angelic, you had pretty, curly hair that framed your face, with bright (e/c) eyes that glistened in the sun as you helped a maid up. There was not an ounce of supercility or contempt in your humble smile. He didn’t even think you were a royal at first glance from how willing you were to touch and talk to someone so beneath you societally.

Not that he thought a lot at that moment, because the only thought going through his head was -

Mine.

That, he made you.

At least in the eyes of the nations of the dragons and your home land.

Not in the eyes of his dragon, the fiery beast who resided within him, and neither in his, because he craves you in intimate ways that he has yet to experience, let alone experience with you, his wife.

He promptly negotiated a marriage with your family who approved, and married you a week after.

You didn’t get a say in it, in fact, you only spoke to him a few times before the knot was tied. It physically pained Katsuki to see the resent in your eyes.

You slept next to him everyday, but he knew you wished to be far, far away from him.

The closer his body got to you, the further you shrunk away from him. It was pitiful, how your small and fragile body that was made for him, scurried far away from the body made to protect it, the body it should be lusting over.

He was well endowed, a very tall man with muscles earned through hours of grueling training, yet the only thing you graced him with was a polite smile as you passed him in the hallway.

He loved you, gosh, he loves you so bad. But you can’t see it, can you ? You just see a man who you were forced to marry within a week who ripped you away from your life. A strange, barbaric man who growls when things don’t go his way and sniffs your hair after he deems that you’ve fallen asleep.

And Bakugo has a plan to finally make you want and need him.

……..

The sunlight hasn’t yet painted the sky a yellow hue, yet Katsuki somehow finds himself waking up. He stirs awake, his eyes opening languidly as his over sensitive nose seeks the smell of his mate. He turns his head to your side on instinct, and finds you snoozing without a care, your chest rhythmically moving up and done, and adorable features relaxed and vulnerable.

Vulnerable, yet you sleep so far from him, the distance between the both of you almost reminds him of the sun and moon.

When he married you, he bit your neck to mark you, making you officially his mate. Bound to him for life. He could deduce that you are his soulmate, a phenomenon among dragon species. They were a powerful nation, therefore to make sure their numbers don’t go out of control yet stay stable, they were gifted with soulmates. The only person they will feel sexual attraction to during their long, long lives. Their mate will age like them and the children, if one parent wasn’t of dragon kin, will still turn out full dragons. Their blood is powerful. No wonder your parents were so eager to tie themselves with him. He feels slightly furious when he remembers how eager they were to marry you off, did you live with this sort of apathy from your parents your whole life ?

Well, it doesn’t matter how those bastards treated you because you are with him now. Besides, their uncaringness made the marriage easier and smoother.

He turns to face you, and finds you sleeping with your back to him, your hair looks like a pretty mess across the pillow. Do you feel trapped ? Do you sometimes lament on the years you will have to stay bound to him ?

But questions fly out of his head when his eyes stray to your form. He pants softly in need, his dragon clawing at him to claim you. Your silk nightdress did little to cover your voluptuous ass, and the spaghetti straps did little to cover your spilling cleavage, and least from what he could see from your back to him. He feels incredibly robbed about not being able to touch you right now. But he didn’t want you to hate him…

He turns his head away from you and steadies his breathing, but the tent in his pants stood proudly. Great, another day of rubbing one for you instead of ravishing you…

…………

The first step of his plan to get closer to you is to prey on your kindness. He’s going to let himself get injured enough to trigger his dragon’s self defence mechanism. That means not letting anyone get close to him, because he classifies everyone as a threat, except his mate, of course.

Now, how to do it without losing his honour as the dragon king is the true question.

Well, the answer to that is one of his counsel man. A mad cowardly enough to run away from a fight with the dragon king, and lacking honour enough to try and poison him at the same time for a few thousand quads.

…………..

Bakugo holds his sword in a lackadaisical manner, staring at the man across from him who shivers from his intense glare. Bakugo rolls his blood red eyes, his mouth forming into a sneer. Look what finding his mate had reduced him to.

A vulnerable mess.

The training ground is filled with spectators who stopped their own training to watch their king fight, a necessary thing for his plan to work. He’ll have you in his arms in no time.

His dragon rumbled in happiness at the thought of having his mate.

The fight starts, with steel meeting steel, a minute goes by, and just as discussed, the man lets go of his sword, forfeits and bows down.

Then grabs a sharp dagger from his pocket, coated with paralyzing poison, and slashes it across Bakugo’s chest before making a run.

Katsuki feels his limbs become heavier, falling to the floor as the large opening in his chest bleeds and burns. Had he not been a dragon, this cut would have been fatale to his mortality. His pupils dilate as the sound of growls fill the air. His simple minded beast trying to warn the bystanders to keep clear of him or else. His dragon desperately tries to get it’s host to move, and when the beast tries to take over the host in order to survive, Bakugo gladly let’s it.

The wiser of the bunch go to fetch the queen, their hearts hammering across their chests in anxiousness as a murderous aura surrounds their king, which is fatal to them. A dragon in this state will kill anything and everything around it to ensure its survival. His abilities, which are already deadly, will be doubled once the effects of the poison wear off. They can’t run, that would be shameful, but they can hope that the queen gets here in time.

Deadly and furious growls fill the air, their eyes keep on switching from looking at the imminent threat that is their king and their possible saviour which is his queen.

His toes and fingers move, and Bakugo’s reptilian eyes lock on them in clear warning. No sight of you. His claws elongate and his teeth lengthen and sharpen, their size enough to rip a chunk of meat clear of a man's chest. No sight of you.

His limbs are slowly becoming mobile again, but too fast for the spectators' liking. No sight of you.

They were slowly succumbing to their gruesome fates.

His feet, which have regained mobility, along with his arms, support his previously supine body into a standing position. His enraged face faced them, his fiery throat lightening up and ready to erupt them into flames. And he was about to, until a -

“Katsuki !”

He abruptly turns towards the sound, familiarity oozing from every syllable of the soft angelic voice that called him.

His reptilian eyes lock on her neck, recognizing the soft pink marks that mar her neck as his own.

“Mate.” His guttural voice spoke, the sound so deep and raw it was almost inhuman.

You were slightly taken aback that he recognised you in this state. Dragons must really put their mates on a higher pedestal, especially considering how he was about to toast those men…

“Mate” he repeats. He turned to the strangers, growling at them with newfound vigour. They are a threat to his mate. Kill threat.

“No. No, no.” You said in horror, waving your hands back and forth to get his attention away.

You slowly walk to him, your steps tentative as you gauge his reaction. He seems confused, and he remained unresponsive, at least verbally.

You steps continue until you you could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and that's when his arms circle you and pull you possessively to his chest, protecting you as he shields your face away, still wary of the ‘threats’.

“Katsuki, what happened, why are you trying to kill them ?” You speak patiently, trying to ignore how close you are to him. This is the closests you’d ever been to a male, and your face speaks volumes of that.

“Kill me. Kill mate.”

You quirk a brow in confusion. “What do you mean ? Why are you speaking like this Katsuki ?”

“No Katsuki. Me !” He growls in frustration, looking into your eyes desperately, his eyes seem more… red- more animalistic somehow. Even when he looked into your eyes, he still kept an eye on the men nearby, who for some fucking reason are still here.

“Why are you guys just standing here ?! He obviously wants to kill you, go !” You command, your soft voice raising into an octave none of them ever heard from their kind queen.

The earth shook as a booming voice rocks the earth, you look left and right, trying to find the source of it when you realize that you are hugging the source.

Katsuki’s skin fills with leathery patches of red, and his elongated nails pierce your skin as he holds you protectively, his eyes try to find the slightest movement in his surroundings. So he can eliminate it.

“Mate. Angry.”

You were starting to understand something.

“Oh. Are you the dragon ?” You ask, once again trying to direct his attention to you.

He nods, his features relaxing slightly as he looks at you.

“Well-uh- um, why are you trying to kill them ?” You ask him in an attempt to diffuse the situation, your uncertainty leaked into your words however.

“Threat.” Came his simple answer.

You sigh, trying to think your words over but you feel choked. There’s many lives on your hand.

“No. They aren’t a threat.” That caught his attention. You gesture with your head to the exit of the training grounds, and decide to tug him after he stood still for a solid minute instead.

That’s how you end up tugging a dragon to his bed, who in turn keeps a tight hold on you and growls at anything that moves.

Eventually, we made it to the bedroom. You open the door, noticing that for the first time, the dragon seemed somewhat relaxed.

“Do you have a name ?” You question him curiously, having tired of calling him dragon in your head and otherwise.

He seems more like a puppy now, trying to cling to you while you lead him to the bed. He rubs his head against your cheek, trying to get his smell on you, but when he registered your question, he shook his head.

“Do you mind if I call you something ?”

He smiled excitedly, maybe like a child offered candy, but his sharp teeth were anything but childlike. You’ve no doubt they could rip flesh like marshmallows.

You took that as a sign of acceptance.

“Ok ! Oh, but maybe I shouldn’t give you a new name. Since you are Katsuki… Ok I’ll just call you Bakugou so I don’t mix the two of you up.” You exclaim with child-like vigor, the innocence in your eyes contradicting how consequential your current actions are. The dragon and his human host, who are so incredibly enamored with their mate, are carefully weaving a web in an attempt to trap her. Their mate, who was slowly inching to the web out of her own free will.

He nods.

Your eyes stray down. You gasp at the sight of his bloodied chest.

“Oh God ! I’m so sorry, this must hurt a lot.” You apologize profusely, mistaking his growl as a pained one. You move to call for a medic or something of the sort, but Ares grabs you and pulls you to lay on the bed, your supine body beneath his large frame.

He looks down at the gash, his body will recover soon. He can’t smell anyone nearby or in the room except himself and his mate. So there’s no danger.

His chest rumbles in happiness though, knowing his mate was worried about him. “I heal.”

The worry evaporates from your face, instead replaced with amazement. Though the sight was unappealing, upon taking a closer look, you could see the edges of the cut sewing themselves together.

“Amazing.” You breath out. His chest puffs up in pride, knowing he was the cause of the current expression painting his mate’s features.

“Cute-“ his simple observation causes your face to heat up ”-good mate” and the rest of his statement didn’t help that. His face leans down and instead of pecking you, he nudges your face, and sinks down to your neck where he starts laying kisses, then slowly begins licking. The warm sensation was strange, but you didn’t find yourself hating it when he spread his warm saliva on your neck. You didn’t even find yourself hating it when his teeth start softly suckling on your neck like a chew toy. His sharp teeth aren’t quite breaking the skin.

A content sigh leaves your lips as tingles travel down your spine. He continues leaving love bites on your neck, and upon finding it decently covered, he goes on to suck on the mating mark, and to your horror, a tiny moan escapes your lips. His movements pause, and his wet mouth detaches from your neck to flash you a smirk, and you found yourself longing for the sensation.

This is strange, you should be protesting, you should be embarrassed, but it feels as though a fog is clouding your senses. A sweet, sweet fog. It’s as if you’re put under a spell and all that is occupying your mind is the dragon who claimed you as his mate. Little do you know, you aren’t that off mark.

“Hot.” He says as he caresses your cheek with his calloused finger hand.

“I’ve never done this with anyone before. It feels so nice…” you confess, your eyes seem glossier than usual, it’s as if being teased by this pleasurable feeling then having it taken away is frustrating enough to make you want to cry.

He made a satisfied noise that is akin to a rumble and a growl. “Good. Mate is mine.”

His hand starts caressing your tummy. Even with the dress you adorned, you can still feel the warmth. His head followed the direction of his hand, his nose doggedly sniffing your stomach. If you hadn’t known he was a dragon, you might’ve assumed he was a wolf shifter.

“No hatchling.”

You frown, not having expected this.

“Do you want kids ?” You ask and receive a singular word in response.

“Hatchlings.”

You grow increasingly uncomfortable as every daunting second passes by. You didn’t like the direction of this conversation at all. If you could even call it that.

Would Katsuki be repulsed by his dragon’s behaviour? Would he be repulsed and weirded out by you ? He didn’t let the tiniest hint that he might like you slip out.

You notice that the sky outside has darkened. It would be safe to assume there would be no dinner tonight. Not with this primal dragon keeping you away from the prying eyes of anyone. You wiggle out of this hold, and when he notices that you are trying to slip away, he makes a move to grab you but you stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder. “No.” He whines in response, trying to ignore the barrier of your hands but you repeat the ‘no’.

“I have to change.” You explain, wincing at the thought of sleeping with this uncomfortable gown. Pretty, but uncomfortable.

Bakugo was about to protest, your dress made you look like the queen you are, the pastel shades of pink and flowers decorating it make you look...Cute. But then the image of your nightgowns cross his mind.

Your tiny, tight nightgowns that leave most of your delicious legs on display and do little to contain your womanly breasts that are going to fill with milk and feed his hatchlings soon enough.

He lets you go, and to his delight, you come out of the bathroom in a maroon night dress. Your maids would usually come in two hours to prepare you for bed, but today is a mess as it is. Maybe going to bed earlier would be favourable for everyone.

Katsuki’s chest is completely healed, nothing but a tender, pink line across his chest to tell the tale. You could bet that by morning there would be nothing. And this day will be a forgotten memory in your husband’s mind. You brought with you a wet towel to wipe his chest of any remaining blood.

You sit on the edge of the bed, and push his body into a supine position. He watched you intensely and in silence as you wipe his chest, the warmth blooming across it either from the hot water that dampened the towel or from the love within the confines of his heart as you cared for him. Maybe it’s because for once, he feels true care from the other side of the bond the two of you share.

He loves you so fucking much. If only he can just tell you. Well he can, but Katsuki can’t . You’ll reject him and it’ll ruin everything.

“I love you, mate.” He speaks softly, that even his deep voice feels like a warm blanket on a winter day because of how tender his confession is.

Your blood rushes to your face and ears, but you clear your throat awkwardly. You don’t know what to do. The dragon might think that he does because of course he fucking would, he marked your neck and bonded with you, but Katsuki doesn’t.

“Thank you.” You reply stiffly, before disposing the towel and washing your hands.

Your head is reeling from the confession, but you feel incredibly robbed, for some twisted reason. If only you got stuck in a loving marriage, if only. You yearn for love, but the one person in your love who mentioned love in relation to you is a beast who’s human host will never let out after this turn of events.

The dragon, Bakugou, on the other hand wasn’t faring any better. He was happy when you expressed your gratitude in relation to his confession, but when he clocked that you never said it back his mood plummeted faster than a dragon whose wings got obliterated mid flight.

His mood felt so low, that when Katsuki prodded him for control, he didn’t protest.

………

After freshening up yourself, you return to the bedroom and immediately sense the change in demeanor.

Katsuki should do this now. He needs to bind you to him emotionally.

“(Y/n). I need to speak to you.” He motions for you to sit down, his voice that’s usually boisterous and loud is now eerily calm.

You walk, the padding of your steps filling the otherwise empty room.

The few seconds it took you to sit on your side of the bed, facing him, were enough for him to finalise his plan.

“I need to get you pregnant.” Your mouth gapes at his blunt statement.

“Excuse me ?”

“This thing today, it happened because we delayed consummating our mating because I knew you weren’t ready. But I can’t delay this anymore. I’m sorry, but my dragon demands a hatchling, or what happened today could be repeated until I can’t control him anymore.” He explains. Don’t question. Don’t question. Please, accept his explanation- or more befittingly, his lies.

You didn’t see his paralyzed form on the floor, he didn’t especially fill you in on what mating entails.

And he’s reaping full advantage of that.

Maybe his lies will come back to bite him, but he needs a child with you so he knows you won’t leave him—maybe after tonight, you’ll also develop some affection for him. He’ll be so good to you, you just have to give him a chance.

His heart pounds so hard that he can hear it as loud as a drum being played right next to his ears. His poor, sensitive ears that will soon fill with the sound of your moans.

You sigh. You didn’t want to do this. It was too abrupt. To have a child… but the thought of endangering all those lives didn’t sit well with you. It’s not Katsuki’s fault, it’s not, it was nice of him to wait for you anyway. But tears still formed at the corner of your eyes. Frustrated tears, helpless, angry tears. But tears won’t help you.

He could have forced you to do it on your wedding night and demanded you perform your duties as a wife, even if you didn’t want to do it. And for his understanding, you were grateful.

“I-“ your voice cracks”-I—I understand.” And his heart cracks upon seeing your red eyes that filled with tears, tears that veiled the natural curiosity and brightness that your eyes seemed to naturally permeate. Tears that didn’t make you any less beautiful to him.

Before he starts feeling guilty, he reminds himself that he’s doing this for your future. He’ll make your sadness and doubt disappear soon enough.

His hand, as if it has a mind of its own, goes to your soft cheeks and wipes the falling pearls. Your doe eyes look at him, innocently surprised, and the witness coating your lenses only made you look more angelic. As if acknowledging that you’re at his mercy-or rather, trusting him with your sadness.

He wipes all your fallen tears, then brings your smaller body closer and hugs you. This would have been greatly romantic-and it was to you, but the underlying truth is that Bakugo is the cause of those tears.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you and our hatchling.” We’ll be the perfect family, just that way we're always supposed to be, mate.

“It’s-“you hiccup”- it’s fine. I-I don’t blame you.” You reassure, returning his hug. You were surprised that Katsuki was capable of being nice like this, you didn’t know that he possessed a gentle and tender touch. Everyone always pitied you for being forced into wedlock with him, despite keeping their opinions to themselves. Maybe that’s what caused the barrier in your relationship. You suddenly feel shame at judging him so fast.

But instead, you soak up the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Katsuki took the initiative, he cups your cheek and presses his warm, supple lips against yours. A truly loving kiss, because Katsuki loves you and he’s about to show you what him loving you entails.

Surprisingly, his dragon makes an odd request.

Katsuki tries to continue kissing you but his dragon is growing increasingly demanding with his pursuit of control.

Katsuki detaches from your lips, dissatisfied with it, but why ? The first time he kissed you at your wedding, it was magical, but now he hungers for more.

Through his frustration, he lets his control slip and that’s when Ares comes out.

And he truly looks like the God of War.

He’s ready to conquer.

He smashes his lips against yours, rather roughly, and the smacking sounds of your lips filled the room. His warm tongue prods your lips, and through your inexperience, you clumsily followed his cue. He’s like a more primal version of Katsuki.

His tongue begins exploring every crevice and every corner of your mouth, only becoming more hungry at the taste of you.

He only separates himself after you start running out of breath and when your delicate hands push his chest away.

His hungry eyes take in your red and swollen lips appreciatively. “Mate delicious.”

His smirk however, flips to reveal the unfamous scowl of Katsuki.

“Sorry. He’s eager. He wants to breed you roughly, he demands it.” Katsuki tells you shamelessly, panting with need and cheeks blushed lewdly. His predatory eyes take in your compromising position, thinking of different positions to breed you.

“It’s ok, just please be gentle with… you know-- I’m a virgin...” you remind him with a chuckle as you try to play it off, but the embarrassment is evident on your face. Katsuki was well aware of the fact, but seeing you admit that he would be the one to deflower you just made the tent in his pants more obvious. Sprawled out beneath him, trying to avoid eye contact from shyness. What a beautiful sight.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He went back to kissing you, and his dragon kept giving him tips, surprisingly, and seeing how he ravished your lips before, he took the beasts advice wholeheartedly. He shed his clothes while you were preoccupied with his lips.

“I am too, if it makes you feel any better.” That’s pleasant to hear, and it only gave your ever improving image of Katsuki more credibility. He’s not like those perverted male royals who frequently use prostitutes while fussing over the slightest male interaction their wives have. You guess that’s a plus of marrying a dragon.

After he thoroughly swapped saliva with you, his lips go to your ear and breathlessly whisper “I’m going down to prep you.”

Your features scrunch adorably in confusion. “What do you mean ? Don’t you just put it in ?”

He internally coos at your words, so naive.

Outwardly though, he chuckles. “You’d be crying if I just shoved my dragon cock on you sweetheart.”

You gasp and his words and cover his mouth with your hand.

“Katsuki ! Don’t be crude. And did you just call your manhood cock ?”

He continues chuckling, only now with new found vigor while removing your hands. “Yes, I called it cock.”

His red eyes didn’t seem to hold the slightest bit of shame, you huff grumpily.

“Ok (y/n), you have to be relaxed for me, ok ?” He asks seriously, and you nod, not knowing what to expect, but willing to let him lead.

Katsuki goes between your legs, and lifts your tiny dress up to reveal your panties. He could already see some wetness. He slips your cotton panties down to reveal the delicious sight of your pussy.

You adorably turn your face away, not willing to look any longer at him looking at your private parts.

He’s lucky his primal urges are guiding him on what to do or he’d be lost, but his dragon is eagerly licking his lips at finally being able to taste his mate. He takes a tentative lick, and becomes pleased when you tense up. He takes another, slower one and when he pinpoints the exact location that had you tensing, he pays attention to it.

After hearing a cute, restrained moan escape the confines of your mouth, he begins sucking on your clit. Your thighs close around him as you moan louder.

“Ah. Katsuki, that feels so good.” So sexy, it’s like all his dirty daydreams in one sentence.

He keeps sucking, and his fingers prod at your opening. You were lubricated enough that his thick finger slips right in. He experimentally thrusts it in and out while he keeps on sucking you and gets rewarded with pleasurable noises from you.

He adds a second finger, the stretch still not quite enough.

A third finger prods your entrance, and you gasp. “Please slow down Katsuki…”

He gives your thigh a kiss, and murmurs a little apology before he resumes eating you out.

Your thighs clamp around his head in pleasure as he continues sucking you. Your heart rate speeds up as you abandon all inhibitions and moan for the man pleasuring you.

“Katsuki I feel- I feel like I’m going to pee…” you confess bashfully as he continues to suck you with his mouth while two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, mimicking the movement of his manhood.

“No, you're about to cum. Don’t hold it back.” He commands you. So that’s what the knot you feel in your stomach is.

He takes his fingers out and uses both of his hands to lift your hips up. His tongue teases your nub, not sucking anymore but merely rubbing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The loss of the stimulation of his fingers, added with this, makes you come down from your high. Frustrated tears stream down your face as dissatisfaction gnaws on your chest.

“Why ?” Your question while looking down at his face between your legs, he gives your clit lazy strokes.

“You didn’t say thank you. Is that how a good mate behaves ?” Katsuki’s voice was deeper now, not deep enough for it to be Bakugo-the dragon, but deep enough for you to know he’s primal right now.

He did say he wanted it rough…

“I’m sorry Katsuki. I’ll be good from now on, promise !” You beg, desperately for more stimulation then the lazy strokes if his tongue.

“I don’t know if I should believe you.” He rubs his dampened chin, looking contemplative.

“Please, I’m gonna be a good mate ‘n say thank you Katsuki.” You plead again and he hums in response.

Katsuki is crooning with pride seeing how desperate for him you are. Your lip wobbles as you beg, dependent, submissive to him and only him.

“Fine, since you begged so nicely. But next time, I’m going to punish you.” You nod in acceptance. But before he can reprimand you for the same mistake, you use you words. “Ok, thank you.” His chest rumbles in pride at your obedience.

In no time, Katsuki had you cuming in his tongue, and he laps it up, moaning at how tasty at is.

“Thank you- ah. Thank you-“ you babble incoherently.

Katsuki lays kisses on your thighs, giving a few nibs to mark you.

He slips your night dress off while you bask in the afterglow of release and growls at the delicious sight of your bare breast.

He captured a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue on the sensitive skin then suckling like a hatchling would.

You bury your hand in his hair, pulling at it as pleasurable tingles travel through your body.

“Gonna fill those with milk soon.” He declares, his fierce and deep voice confident while he squeezes your breasts in his hand.

He took off any remaining layers on himself, deciding he delayed this enough. He was kind of nervous at your reaction.

You look in horror at his monstrous manhood, huge, absolutely huge and the thickness towards the end could compare to a coke can, a fizzy common drink you saw servants indulge in.

“ it’s not going to fit.” You say, folding your legs against your chest protectively. This huge thing, inside you ? Hah.

“Yes it is.” He growls. But he softens his tone when he sees the intimidated look on your face.

“Don’t worry.” Even though you still wanted to protest, you realize that it’s not like he can help his size, so you nod cautiously.

He takes hold of your ankles and spreads them further apart, revealing your juicy core.

A white pearl of precum gathers at the tip of his dick, glistening and proof of his excitement at finally being able to breed you and claim your body. His balls were full and ready to be milked inside your walls.

“There, you can hold my hand. And tell me if it hurts.” You nod, and he interlocks his fingers with yours while his other hand adjusts his cock at your entrance. He pushed it inside, smoothly at first and he had to bite his lip to contain the whine that was going to slip out. A few inches in and you were gripping his hand until both of your knuckles turn white.

“It hurts.” You rasp out. Well that’s troublesome, less then half his cock is inside.

Despite how tempting it is to just ram it all in, and bask in the warmth of your walls, he gave you his word. So he pulls out, his length wet from your juices.

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder and goes eye level with your cute, tight little hole that didn’t manage to take him.

He gathers saliva in his mouth, then sticks his tongue inside. His warm muscle fucks you for a few minutes, thrusting in and out and relaxing your rigid walls.

But when you start moaning for release, he takes his wet muscle out.

Half of his length slips right in from your wetness.

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers in yours yet again. Your hot walls clamp around him, and as he pushes his length in more and more, your tightness becomes comparable to a piece of cloth stretched too thin. It feels as if he’s going to rip you apart.

Tears slide down your face, he’s too much. “Katsuki, it hurts…” he squeezes your hand, and begins kissing your tears away, distracting you from the painful penetration.

“I’m all in honey. It’s ok.” He rasps out. You sigh in relief. It hurts so badly, but you’ll bear with it like a good mate.

He stays still for a few moments, cockwarming you, while he tries to restrain his raging dragon. He growls in satisfaction, having popped your cherry and claimed your body. His scent is all over your body, even your insides.

He begins moving his hips, hungry for the friction. You start to relax slightly, and after a few thrusts, you start to even enjoy it.

He moans when your walls squeeze him, squelching sounds filling the room as he picks up speed. He lays his head on your chest, sucking your mounds while his hips snap against yours.

“‘Gonna breed you so good. You’re gonna be gorgeous, swollen and full with our hatchlings. They better look like you, gorgeous.” He rambles, his cock twitching at the thought of you nursing the hatchlings with your milk and rocking them and cooing at them. It seems that you agree with him, because you hug his body tighter and squeeze him harder. So hard that his fucking falters.

He groans when your fingers pull his hair, pretty lips mouthing pleas to come, the broken begs sounding better then any music he’d ever heard.

He grabs your knees, pushing them against your chest, which made your walls even tighter, and let him breach and massage untouched places.

“Ah.” You moan loudly in surprise when his tip nudges against your crevix, your tongue lolling out lewdly.

His expression mirrors yours as he flushes an even deeper shade of red. He groans as you tighten around him in preparation for an orgasm.

“Tell me baby, did that feel good ?” He asks, pushing your legs against your chest even more while the sound of the room fills with his balls slapping against you.

“Yes. Thank you- thank you. Please let me cum. I’ve been good. Please. Please.” You plead and plead, but his hips slow down in response.

“No !” You protest. He shushed you gently, grunting at the sudden lack of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Shh. It’s ok. I’ll let you cum if you do this one thing.” You nod eagerly in response. Anything.

“Tell me you love me.” You almost expected the voice you heard to be animalistic and deep like Bakugo, but it’s the more humanoid one lf your husband.

“I love you Katsuki.”

His heart flutters, the words he’s been so desperate to hear finally come out of your mouth. His lips lay a soft peck on your lips, his tender touch soft like a lover’s touch would be.

“I love you too kitten.” He replies, and before your brain can return to its senses, his hips begin slamming again, and in no time, you are squeezing him like a vice while you cum around his cock. He hugs your small body close to him, your soft chest against his, while his cock paints your walls white.

“So much cum and it’s all for you. It’s gonna keep coming out because dragons have that much fucking cum for their mates-“ he rambles breathlessly, shocks still traveling through his body, “- then when it finishes, I’m gonna flip you and fuck you from behind and fill you all over again.”

The fog was starting to clear from your head, and once again, you become aware of your sweaty bodies hugging each other close and his massive cock that's still inside you and still filling you with cum.

“Uh, you want to do it again ?” You ask, unsure whether his post orgasmic rambling his nonsensical or not.

His red eyes look at your flushed face, and he wipes any sweat or tears sticking to it with his hand- which is fairly sweaty in its own regard, but he wanted to feel like he’s taking care of you.

“Can I ? I- the dragon is not totally satisfied yet.” He confesses while his hand presses your bloated stomach and hisses due to his cock still being inside. He’s proud of having bloated his mate because of his seed. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it again.

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#bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou fanfiction #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #fantasy!bnha #arranged marriage AU #dragon king bakugou #soulmate au #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Does stitches!Din have a daddy kink? 👀👀

Or, uh, a breeding kink?? 👀👀👀

Good evening Nonnie! 💛

I do so adore receiving questions about Din! Any excuse to delve into this mans mind, his quirks, kinks and traits and I am all over it~ so thank you! 😘

Daddy Kink

Stitches!Din does not in fact have a daddy kink. Quite frankly I think it might confuse him. As I headcanon him, Din has used sex as a means of working out frustration and simply indulged in it when he couldn't scratch that itch with jerking off. He knows what his body wants and provides it. As such, the association between sex and the daddy/little dynamic might seem foreign to him.

He loves to care for his partner-- is a generous lover and excellent provider both in and outside the bedroom and while he is a dom - one who adores control - he also craves a woman who challenges him. He wants to see a fire in your eyes, one that can go toe to toe with him, make him earn it, make him deserve you-- there's nothing more intoxicating to Stitches!Din than proving that he is the only man for you. To see that challenge melt into rapture, hear you beg for more.

He indulges in a dom/sub relationship most definitely, but the dynamic he desires isn't well suited for daddy/little. He doesn't want a little, he wants a warrior.

Breeding Kink

Oh mother of divine, right. This now, this is something new that's stirred in Stitches!Din throughout our story. As a natural caregiver, wanting a family is a base instinct. The honour in siring children is not only attractive to his nature, but it is a tenet of the Resol'nare. To defend oneself, a family and the children you raise.

Throughout his life Din has, in effect, nurtured this side of himself through the tireless efforts he makes to provide for the foundlings and covert. It filled a void he never even knew he had until the child came along. Until he met you-- someone who wasn't just a quick fuck behind a cantina. Someone he's known for years, has let see him at his weakest, has learned to trust...

A breeding kink doesn't just rear its head on a whim for someone like Din. There's a sanctity to even the idea of children so if he's starting to feel that itch-- that desire to fill you up and hope your contraception fails-- that you might fall pregnant with his child, that's not just a curiosity he's indulging. It's a declaration of something he probably hasn't a clue what to name. His inability to address it though, only makes him want it more-- he's unwilling to cum anywhere but inside you most of the time now, and part of that is due to that damn itch. The one that's only partially placated when he feels and sees his cum dripping out of you.

He knows that pregnancy isn't likely with the contraception you both have, but that doesn't stop him imagining it-- that every time he fills you with his seed, it may take. It drives him feral. He has to consciously stop himself from growling how much he wants to see you swollen and round with his child while he's fucking you - a physical claim that stretches beyond the marks he can leave on your body. It tells everyone around that you are his. And that is bloody intoxicating to Din. The very thought of it gets him hard. And he has to have you again... And again... And again... And believe me, he does.

He's uncertain if he'll ever mention it to you honestly. It remains a dirty secret in his mind right now... Because he's never wanted children before he got a taste with Grogu-- a hunger that's only increased the longer he's spent tangled with you in bed, he's hesitant to make it known. It's a warring conflict between suddenly desiring such things and the weight and significance he places on the act of breeding.

But to answer your question simply Nonnie, Yes-- Din Djarin has a breeding kink. And it fucking terrifies him.

For more about Stitches!Din's sexual habits, I've recently posted his NSFW Alphabet! Feel free to ask anything and everything about this man, I can and will talk for days about him.

#stitches!extras #din djarin x reader #mandomedic #din djarin x you #din djarin smut #stitches!hc

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ohgodmyeyes · 3 years

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Not sure where this goes but: your thoughts on ani being the pregnant one and s/o got him pregnant with the twins?

Disclaimer: I've never written mpreg before, and I don't typically read it… except for one really cool one about C-3PO having to carry the twins for Padmé. That story was neat. Anyway, I don't actually know what the fuck I'm talking about beyond my own experience, so take this with a grain of salt...

Two schools of thought:

1. Anakin hates being pregnant. It impacts his ability to be physical in a way that frustrates him, and having his partner worry constantly about his & the babies' safety drives him to distraction. Deep down, he doesn't feel he has it in himself to keep them safe inside him while they're growing; he's riddled with anxiety, and convinced that everything he's doing is wrong. At the same time, he is also incredibly defensive— he can feel his identity eroding as the children get bigger inside of him, and he doesn't know how to hang onto it as everyone's perception of him changes.

This version of pregnant Anakin would be like a half-feral cat. He'd be moody and prickly, and would probably do a lot of nesting at home. Force help you if you fuck up his nesting. Besides that, the sheer concentration of midichlorians in his body would probably make him feel sick in one way or another, which of course would only make him more miserable.

Sounds like this pregnant Ani wouldn't be very much fun to have around, but I think there would be a caveat to that, and that caveat would be that his weird hormones would make him horny. He'd want lots of sex and he'd want it all the time, but his 'honour'/bitchiness would prohibit him from asking for it. You'd have to **catch** him with one of the involuntary, too-persistent hard-ons he's always trying to ignore.

Once you did, though, he'd let you have your way with him… and probably collapse in your arms crying when he was finished. You'd stroke his hair (it would be full and thick, again because hormones), kiss him, and reassure him that you still see him for who he is, big baby belly and milky tits notwithstanding.

He'd apologize profusely for acting 'crazy' after finally giving birth. <3

2. Anakin loves being pregnant. He's always admired life and the ability to both preserve and give it, and he feels as if the Force has bestowed upon him a sacred responsibility. He's sweet and affectionate, even when he feels sick or fat or sore, and he embraces the surge of extra midichlorians with an almost mystical kind of stoicism, even when the babies make him feel sick. He's open about his love for his babies and his duty of care to them, and can get a bit haughty when he thinks someone doesn't have their best interests at the forefront of their mind.

This version of pregnant Anakin would seem pretty soft, especially to his partner. He'd concede the need to be gentle with his body, letting you do things for him, like bring him food in bed and dry his hair after bath-time. He'd nest a lot too, but he'd let you help him, probably showering you with kisses and thank-yous every time you did something right.

He'd be more comfortable with his body changing than our 'other' pregnant Ani, and he'd be very open about the way the hormones are affecting his sex drive. He'd constantly be all over you; kissing, touching, and begging you to help him get off. He wouldn't mind you rubbing his belly or tracing his stretch marks, and having pudgy, leaky boobs would absolutely thrill him. He'd wake up horny all the time in the middle of the night, and if he had a nightmare, he'd cling to you and cry until you ended up having extremely emotional sex. He'd fall asleep in your arms after that, sweaty and relieved, because he would know that together, the two of you would never let ANY harm come to the children.

He'd be like a cat, too, but a much more tame and affectionate cat. He'd rub up against you at any given opportunity, and he'd be so constantly hungry for your love and attention that it would sometimes seem overwhelming. You'd be understanding, though, and wouldn't ever get frustrated with him for wanting to be loved. You might even buy him fancy bedroom outfits to accentuate his pregnant figure, and he'd happily model them for you.

After birth, he'd be eager to show off his efficacy as a parent, and there would always be a baby on one of his tits… when he wasn't sharing his milk with you or slicing through threats to his kids with his lightsaber, that is.

I'm intrigued by this, but would most likely end up expressing it through an Anakin/Ferus story in which the pregnancy is a surprise, and the boys end up having to leave the Temple to escape— from both the Jedi and the Sith. Anakin would crave foods that Ferus can’t get for him, and that would be both adorable and extremely irritating. I don't have a lot of emotional/creative energy to spare right now, though, so if anyone likes that idea, please run with it.

And those are my pregnant Anakin thoughts, at least for the moment. Wow. That was a lot easier than writing a story, lol. Thanks.

#anakin #anakin imagine #mpreg #pregnancy #anakin x reader #imagine #anakin skywalker #this is much easier than writing a story

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spnwatch · 4 years

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Season 2: The Rankings

Whew. Oh boy.

They were still puttering about in season 1 to an extent. But now? Now they’ve really hit their stride. This season was a veritable chocolate box of delights and I ate my way through it. The overall myth arc was kind of nonsensical, but that emotional throughline? Christ. Spn buries SO MUCH emotional complexity into its leads, and they cashed in every cent in that two part finale. It packs one hell of a punch. And yeah, okay, I knew the broad strokes, the twists and turns. It’s hard not to be spoilered for a season of tv that aired over a decade ago. But reader! It mattered not!! I. Still. Wept. That’s when you know it’s the good kush. 1.) 2x12: NIGHTSHIFTER. This one just snagged the top spot by merit of its sheer ambition. Supernatural often feels like a very empty universe to me, just two guys and one car drifting from place to place. Which is fine, it makes for compelling TV, but they totally flipped the script here and this episode really dazzles precisely because of that contrast. It’s a huge, cinematic episode, a metropolitan setting full of uncontrollable elements, and it’s great to see Sam and Dean so profoundly vulnerable. The outside world is pressing up against the windows. They have sniper dots trained on them! They are, literally and figuratively, out of their depth! We’re not in Kansas any more, baby. God, I haven’t even mentioned the supporting characters. The entire mandroid rant deserves an Emmy. Victor Henrickson’s entrance! Heist movie antics! Agh! 10/10

2.) 2x07: THE USUAL SUSPECTS. Again this episode was a cut above precisely because it showed us what the brothers look like from the outside: sketchy as all hell. It’s so good when reality ensures, because it’s great to be reminded they lead objectively insane lives! Through Linda Blair’s eyes we get to see just how unknowable, feral and amoral they appear to the eyes of polite society. Put under a microscope like this, they’re scary guys! They’re just not socialised like normal people. They don’t really care about being arrested, or about the felonies. Getting arrested is an irritant above everything else. They’re still working the case from the inside. They’re professionals; excellent liars, and totally in sync with each other. The handwritten notes they pass, like delinquent school kids! A delight! The thrill lies in watching Blair slowly unwrap their strange logic, and unravel the mystery of both the brothers and the ghost. Ugh, what a great perspective shift. I’m 100% here for it. 10/10

3.) 2x09: CROATOAN. Ugh, this setting. Small Town Gothic, complete with eerie mist, hostile locals and creepy Stepford vibes. Sam really shone in this episode. He’s so soothing and giant, and it made his suffering at the end all the more devastaing. The real reason this episode ranks so highly is their conversation in the surgery. It just killed me. Dean’s sheer, bone-deep exhaustion, his admission that he’s tired of the life. Sam’s despair, because he knows Dean won’t leave. The performances were so steller. I can’t even really think too deeply about it because it makes me too crazy. 10/10

4.) 2x21: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART ONE. I loved this finale so much more than the finale in Season 1, LOL. It might just be because I’m more invested now, who knows. The opening of this episode is a piece of art: Boston playing on the car stereo, the rain, the small cafe, the lighting. Gorgeous. I love when they have to interact with ordinary people! It adds so much: texture, humour, personality! It draws things out of Sam and Dean that we just don’t see when they have each other to bounce off of. It was so good to see Ava and Andy again. “I just woke up in freakin’ Frontierland!” The gang’s all here, folks! This episode would rank higher, but recieves minus points for the long boring speech the demon gives Sam, and killing off the first gay in the show 0.2 seconds after her introduction. Anyway. The ending of course unzipped me; Dean cradling Sam’s dead body, muttering “It’s okay, it’s not even that bad.” The elation of their reunion, so devastaingly cut short! Sam, twenty two years old, bleeding out in the mud. The sheer, hopelessness of it all. The horror. My notes for the end of the episode simply read: “Dean oh Christ. Oh my God. Oh no.” It’s just one of those scenes that stay with you long after the credits start rolling. 9/10

5.) 2x20: WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE. I never thought I could be so profoundly upset by watching a man happily mowing a lawn. Dean’s trauma over the loss of his mother has undercut the whole show up until this point, and here it bursts to the fore. What really got me was the simplicity of it all. Just a sit-down dinner, an engagement. A beer on the porch. Fuck, he deserves it. He deserves everything. All the performances were great, they really served to show there’s a whole life in these AU characters. The fact it wasn’t all perfect was bizarrely more devastating. AU Sam’s weird straight hair and dorky jacket sealed the deal for me, as did his baffled terror in the warehouse. But even here, with no training and no idea what’s happening, he gets into the Impala! Because that’s his brother! Because I’m a huge baby I had to remove points because of how upsetting I found Sam’s quiet hostility towards Dean, HA. But that’s really just a testament to how well-realised their dynamic has become by the second season. 9/10

6.) 2x15: TALL TALES. Every single thing Sam does in any of Dean’s memories. Also alien slowdance set to “Lady in Red.” Also Bobby breaking them up like they’re petulant children. Gold, all of it gold. 9/10

7.) 2x11: PLAYTHINGS. So I’m a slut for a cool setting, obviously. Turns out, Supernatural did The Haunting of Bly Manor fifteen years ago. The swimming pool! The attic! Creepy dolls! The weird little playground! This episode has it all! I loved the saga between the ghost sister and the old lady, which would honestly make a killer movie in its own right. But I’m digressing. The main star of this episode was, of course, Dean’s profound and escalating sexual insecurities. “Well, you are kinda butch. People probably think you’re overcompensating.” FATALITY. I would’ve placed this one higher but the weird incestuous undertones kinda squicked me out... however, I did think we were meant to be creeped out by it, which is more than I can say for some other uh. Instances. It was, after all, beautifully paralelled at the end with the two sisters reuniting in death. “I can’t leave here, and you can’t leave me.” SHUDDER. Also, honestly, can Sam have one (1) breakdown on his own without Dean’s own emotional baggage taking over? Older siblings, smh. 9/10

8.) 2x22: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART TWO. This one ranks lower than part one purely because I thought the yellow-eyed demon’s overall plot was kinda nonsensical, and I cared not for John’s weird deux ex machina moment. Like do you expect me to feel sorry for that bitch? I don’t! Anyway, that being said, let’s move on to Dean’s eyes in the junkyard when Bobby asks him, “do you have that low an opinion of yourself?” They’re so flat. So dead, like a shark’s. He doesn’t need to say anything back, because it’s all over his face. That non-expression says it all. This is the culmination of the emotional arc that began with his savage beatdown of the Impala in episode 2x02. To call it survivor’s guilt wouldn’t even begin to cover what Dean goes through this episode. It’s all in Ackles’ performance; in the the way he yells, “What am I supposed to do now, Sammy?” The complete claustrophobia of it all. There’s nothing for it but to make the deal. Dean’s been moving inexorably towards this moment for the entire season. 9/10

9.) 2x13: HOUSES OF THE HOLY. What a kooky little episode! Magic fingers! Sam’s costcutter seance purchases! The scooby-doo placemat he uses as a makeshift altar! I love him, your honour. Obviously this episode has a lot of *~dramatic irony~* in it because of the later seasons, but it stands alone as a total banger. I was so gutted for Sam when the "angel” was revealed. So many good little Sam moments to be found in this episode. His soft, quiet little revelation that he prays every day. His awkward, earnest explanation to the horrified priest! Dean gets some great moments chasing down the would-be rapist down those dark, snow-covered streets. His speech to Sam where he explains his lack of belief is brief, but it’s a total gut punch. Rounding it off with Knockin on Heaven’s Door was just the cherry on top. 9/10

10.) 2x14: BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN. Ahaha I love the way Dean acts whenever Sam’s psychic powers come up. He treats him like a rebellious teen, it’s so funny. “What’s going on with you, Sam? Smokin’, drinkin’?” As if Sam’s behaviour was a) at all under his control or b) anything Dean wouldn’t HIMSELF do. Dean’s just like, this isn’t how I raised you! Truly hysterical. The whole sequence between Meg!Sam and Jo was fantastic and horrible. Sam’s huge physique is never threatening, but it really was in that moment. The interplay between them was totally spine-tingling. Meg’s impression Sam slowly crumbling away over the course of the episode was so compelling and I’m sure it will be a really fun rewatch now I know the *twist*. 9/10

Favourite lines this season:

The way Sam says “black cat’s bone” in 2x08

“You’re not gonna go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?!” - Dean, 2x13

“Dean, this is a very serious investigation, we don’t have time for your blah blah blah blah.” - Sam (according to Dean), 2x15

“I’m fine, except for every single thing that’s happening.” - Ava, 2x21

#I feel like I'm exposing myself as a sam girl here #I love them equally I swear #supernatural #there's so much i left out like my comprehensive love for JO #what does she have? A KNIFE #I just didn't really dig NO EXIT as an episode sadly #spnwatch

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lukeyhughes · 4 years

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songs that are bradray-core that they would never admit are bradray-core because they’re so cheesy

cheesy romance songs ONLY non-cheesy ones are valid but not accepted here

always gold by radical face (this is so fricking sad but don’t fight me on this one its my b/r angst song)

i’m not in love by 10cc

ribs and buzzcut season by lorde

first day of my life by bright eyes (deadass the most romantic song of all time)

INDEPENDENT LOVE SONG BY SCARLET

long time running and bobcaygeon by the tragically hip (these actually might be the most romantic songs of all time,,, yes your honour i am from canada)

the girl by city and colour

dreams by the cranberries

don’t let the sun steal you away by bear’s den (...I don't want to touch you in the night if I cannot hold you in the day...)

lovers in a dangerous time by the barenaked ladies

please, please, please let me get what i want by the dream academy

best years by 5SOS (this one made me feral its from both their povs)

re: stacks by bon iver

so long marianne by leonard cohen (this one hurt so badly)

bridge over troubled water and for emily, whenever i may find her by simon and garfunkel

biloxi parish by the gaslight anthem

sing to me by walter martin

sax rohmer #1 by the mountain goats

you’ll be in my heart by phil collins

sleep on the floor by the lumineers

cruel summer, LOVER, daylight, paper rings, etc. by taylor swift

magnum by children of indigo

snow in venice by elizaveta

#bradray #generation kill #you got me i love bradray being soft to the point of it being OOC #when they call each other pet names i go CRAZY #me going through my own music making this list: damn my taste is good

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amatchforyourmadness · 4 years

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as stars that wait to fall (in love)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia × star!Jaskier | Dandelion

Words:2268

Summary:

“Here’s what Geralt was looking for: a space rock for one of Yennefer’s potions. Here’s what he finds: the girl Destiny-bound to him and a man dressed in flashy clothing that throws a handful of mud at his face.”

In which Yennefer asks for a favor that leads to Geralt getting stuck with a feral star, which just happens to be adored by a little girl in a blue cape and hunted for the youth-granting delicacy that is his heart.

Stardust AU

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It is all Yennefer’s fault, really, as usual.

He had been listening, but not quite. It was a habit, really, because Yennefer could either talk at length about matters of most value and importance, worthy of the most deep and thoughtful inquiries, or complain about a person of a place that was either a bitch or an asshole and several offenses she had endured bravely and his mind would wonder to when was the last time he had given Roach an apple, because she was starting to act out on him. By the end of her lengthy talk, he had been nodding thoughtfully while thinking how likely was he to find apples on the kitchen of the — What had it been this time? An Earl? — whoever’s castle Yennefer now had influenced into her hold in his way out in the morning.

“So you’ll do it then?” She had asked, eagerly, and smiling bright and just this side of looking like she was about to drag him into shit.

He had blinked confusedly.

“Hm?”

“The star.” The mage says, smile dying immediately as she figures out he had not paid attention to most if not all of what she had said. He almost feels guilty, but she still looks like she’s about to drag him into shitl. “The one that fell. You’ll find it for me?”

“Hm…”

He tries to wither out of it, he really does. He asks her to consider one might have taken it, or animals might have brushed it away or simple things like rain and wind could have easily moved it and he had a child surprise to look for, by her own threat no least, whose life was very much endangered in the current context they find themselves in, two months from the fall of Cintra, and it’s stupid to think that a bit of stardust might be so powerful and dangerous that it needs to be stolen away before the Empire gets their hands on it, but Yennefer had given him no room to ask and no room to talk back, pressing the matter as of utmost urgency.

As always, no one has ever won a battle against Yennefer, not of wits and not of any other kind.

“Just go out there and get me the star or I’ll hire someone else that will!”

And that had been it.

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Now it has been at least a week if not two since the star fell, and Geralt is not sure if he has any luck on finding a rock in the ground so long after it fell. He follows the directions in which Yennefer says the star might have fallen, and does so with no small amount of complaining to Roach. He certainly is not interested in space rock and the matter of urgency has rather led him away from the Path, from good coin and beast-slaying.

He finds a small village at the edge of Brugge creatively entitled Wall in honour of its one grandiose feature, and they say that not far from there, where the remains of their country meet Sodden and Temeria, there had been a great impact, so strong it had shook the small stone wall at the edge of the village and loosened a few of the stones from their places, and that the impact had been followed by a brilliant ball of fire that had been the end of a good deal of the forest there, trees reduced to smoking rests of logs.

That has him about ready to go, but then there’s the talk of silly horror stories told amongst the children — the unruly boys that had ran to quell their curiosity instead of listening to their parent’s warnings — about a monster inside a crater in the ground, that had shone at night as if he was made of light and groaned in pain, grunting ‘help me, help me’ until he lured a girl, equally as strange and disobedient for being out at the woods at that hour, until she slid into the crater, the glow had died down and she had not climbed out again.

Unruly boys were also cowardly boys, by nature, no matter how curious. They ran back home instead of being made the next snack.

Geralt lifts himself onto Roach’s saddle and rides to where the smell of burned wood still lingers.

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As soon as he steps past the burned trees, Roach’s reigns in his hands and the mare close to his side, he can’t say he’s not impressed by the destruction. He walks around the crater, taking in the damage a bit of space rock can do. The earth nearer to the edge of the crater is still burned, and he looks for a way down as much as he looks for a hint of the stone inside it.

He stops, glancing to the trees and Roach’s ears twitch the same direction. He looks at her as if to ask for her opinion before following the sound of shuffling feet back into the woods, atent to the smallest sounds. He can hear whispering, an urgent discussion being spoken in half-voices, and he takes large steps towards them until he finally finds the origin of it.

He frowns at the girl, small and pale, with green eyes and ashen blond hair, wrapped around a deep blue cape staring at him, weaponless buy somehow still fierce. Geralt opens his mouth, ready to question who the fuck was her, and it’s in barely a second he regrets it, when he is hit with a clump of burned earth and tiny rocks on the face and some of the vile mixture hits him square in the face.

“Go, Fiona, run!” Hisses the voice of what no doubt is a man that probably had been hidden behind her.

“I’m not leaving you here with him!“

“I won’t hurt either of you.” Geralt says, raising his hand in front of him, trying to placate the wrath of whatever gremlin was sharing the woods with the blonde kid who had very much not been eaten by any sort of monster.

“Don’t touch her!” The man hisses when he stumbles ever so closely to their chatter and before he knows it, someone is biting his arm.

“Fuck!” He curses, stepping back to get his arm free and hitting his back against Roach in the process, only to be hit by get another clod thrown at him and his mare. “Hey, don’t throw mud at my horse!”

“Just go away and leave us alone!”

“I’m looking for a star! Tell me where to find it and I’ll leave you alone, it must have fallen somewhere around here—” He blinks away the mud, wiping the remains of dirt to his eyes before he finally gets a good look at his attacker, sprawled on the ground with his left leg in a weird angle, heaving profusely. “Why are you sitting there like that?“

“He broke his leg.” The girl informs, trying to pull the man upright again. Maybe he’s her uncle, or her cousin. Maybe they’ve been attacked. That would explain the hostility.

“I am looking for a star.” He states again. “It fell around here.”

“Yes, and I broke my leg, you idiot.” Curses the man once more, and the little girl can’t help but give him a look that’s half annoyed and half wondering what of the situation he’s not getting. Geralt must say, he does not get most of it, and frowns. He can see his leg is broken, and he might be inclined to help if it doesn’t earn him another handful of earth to be thrown at him, but he doesn’t see what that has to do with the star. “I broke my leg when I fell. There, is that clear enough for you?”

It takes him yet a moment, before the pieces adjust themselves into his mind and he raises his brows.

“You’re the star?”

“And you’re a clodpoll.” That’s not an answer, but Geralt supposed that he did spell it out to what the star considers his own limit, and now there’s nothing to give voice to but enraged curses. “And a horse’s ass, a ninny, a numbskull, a lackwit and a coxcomb and a— what the fuck are you trying me for, you bastard?!” He says, laying a good kick to Geralt’s gut with his good leg as Geralt pulls his arm and binds his wrist with the light silver links Yennefer had provided him, backing away before he could get his shoulder bitten too — the man was like a wild animal. “What’s this?” The man says, shaking his wrist to take in the glittering silver chain at the same time his charge asks:

“What do you think you are doing?” The girl has been sparked into action once more by righteous fury, pushing Geralt away (and he lets her, even though she can’t do more than tickle him), but that doesn’t make him any more inclined to let go to the band of enchanted chain. She takes in the sight of his bound wrists and tries to tug it off.

“Taking him south with me. I made a promise I’m already starting to regret to a sorceress that would have my head if I don’t return with the star.” He says, first to the girl as matter of fact as usual before he turns his focus somewhat embarrassedly about the whole situation, before offering. “Nothing personal, I was looking for a diamond or a rock. I certainly wasn’t expecting a man.”

“And, having found a man, you have to drag him into your foolishness? And for what?” Geralt doesn’t answer as he ties the other end of the silver chain to his wrist, and it magically binds around it, securing that ten star won’t drag far from him. “Oh, I see.” The other says, narrowing his eyes at the magical spun link that now ties them both together, before he’s sneering. “Should have figured! A star’s heart, I bet your mage friend will enjoy it, maybe you will take a bite of it too, huh? Well, I hope you choke on it!”

“Your heart?” The blonde girl asks, panicked and confused, shooting worried looks to him and accusing ones to Geralt. He much thinks he misses the time things made chance. “No, he can’t! Please, sir, you can’t!”

What the hell does his heart even have to do with anything, a lost Geralt wonders. Yennefer better pay him for this. Pale hands hold onto the girl’s shoulders comfortingly and pull her against his side, but even curled against the man-star, her worry doesn’t seem to waver, nor does the anger to the blue eyes of the one holding her.

“Listen, I want you to know, that whoever you are, and whatever you intend with me, I won’t give you no aid of any kind, nor assist you, and I will do

whatever is in my power to frustrate your plans, and your mage’s by the matter!”

There’s a heavy silence then, and the whole atmosphere is rather tense.

“Can you walk?”

“No. My leg is broken.” He enunciates it slowly, jingling the chain pointedly by the side of the clearly broken leg. “Are you deaf, as well as stupid?”

Geralt closes his eyes and takes a deep intake of air, as if that could give him any more patience than the little he already doesn’t have. Roach whinnies by his side, shaking her head, and he cracks golden eyes open only to glare at the mare. At least one of them is having fun. Or maybe it’s just her being happy that she will not be ridden back to Wall to try and find an in that will take the three of them. Either way he shoves her head away gently, and reaches for his bedroll.

“Do your kind sleep?”

The star sputters in offense, throwing his head to the side to glance at the blonde girl sat by him, frown still in place even if she smiles ever so slightly as he shakes his head to her and mutters something about a dickehead and being able to believe, before turning to him with an offended glare.

“Of course, but not at night.” He finally manages, and it’s the same time of ‘are you dumb?’ he and the child have been using so far and Geralt’s good will is wearing thinner than it already is. He raises a pale hand to gesture to the night sky above, to prove a point. “At night, we shine.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything else to do. I’ll sleep. It’s been a long week. You should try to sleep, too. We’ve got a long way to go.”

The star scoffs again and the girl seems about ready to argue, but exhaustion is etched at her face, and when he builds a small fire from the few not burnt twigs he could find, he can hear the man talk her into laying back nearest to the fire, that they’ll figure out things in the morning, settling by her side reassuringly and doing his best to keep the chain out of her worried gaze.

Through the silence of the night, he can hear the silver chain forged with Yennefer’s magic being tugged at fruitlessly as the man settles on the ground and the girl near him. It doesn’t take long for the child’s breath to fall into a quiet, gentle pattern that can only mean she’s fallen asleep, but Geralt falls asleep without hearing the star do the same.

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buy me a coffee?

#as stars that wait to fall (in love)#stardust #stardust au #geraskier au #geraskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt z rivii #Jaskier #star! jaskier #ao3 the witcher

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thoughts on the old guard characters? (a long one I know lol)

HO BOY.

I LOVE long asks when I have the braincells! *He says, as if he ever has braincells*

ANYWAY.

I’m going to go with just the movie for now, since I’ve only read the first volume of the comics yet and there’s definitely some changes.

This post is long, so I put all my brain rambles beneath the cut.

I also cheated and only did the Guard themselves for some brevity, if you want extensions with Copley, etc. I’ll do a part two :)

Andy/ Andromache the Scythian

ANDY. ANDY. ANDY ANDYYYYYYYYYYY.

I love her. I love her SO MUCH. I regret that I never really explore her as much as I want to. Because there is just SO MUCH THERE. There is so much to work with, to explore to understand and to see. I adore her. She’s jaded, but she’s also clearly somewhat passionate in her own way. Something has kept her going this long. She loves her family. She is at her most open and honest and vulnerable with her family!

The world gets a facade, her calm, collective glance of ‘I don’t give a fuck but I actually do give a fuck but letting you know I give a fuck makes things complicated’. But when she’s with Nicky and Joe, (and Booker), she’s laughing, she’s enjoying their company. She looks so happy and instantly relaxes and I JUST!!

I love that she’s not some 19 year old (possible ageism). I love that they let a 45 year old actress play a character who is clearly over 30 and very much badass. The whole ‘only young women or very old women in movies’ trope is so old, so overdone. (And I’m still salty about this person who said it’s bullshit to see ‘grandma Charlize beating up men twice her size’, as if Liam Nesson doesn’t do just that in his seventies BUT ANYWAY).

Andy is SO multilayered. She’s clearly struggling, and she’s angry and cynical and OH so fucking tired, but she’s still VERY LOVING. She cares about Nile, she cares about her family, she CARES. She’s allowed to be upset! She’s allowed to be ugly emotionally (as they might say it in Hollywood, ffs), she’s allowed to be angry and happy and sweet and she has agency and vulnerability and I JUST LOVE THAT.\

She can also step on me I mean what.

ANYWAY.

Nile Freeman

NILE. NILE MADAM.

Nile is just a MARVEL. She’s sweet. She’s caring. She has ALL the heart and takes NONE of the shit!! There’s so much to her. She’s devoted (I really love that she’s religious, and that the movie doesn’t take this away from her, regardless of things that happen). I love how utterly devoted she is. I love that she’s able to retain so much of her own personal autonomy, AND that she’s both scared and confused, but also SECURE.

Nile doesn’t know WTF is happening. First kill in the Marines, very sudden death, you have a brand new family? Oh, you also can’t see your family again? Your mother and brother? Oh and this lady with the bizarre name has effectively kidnapped you so you can’t be shipped to a lab in Germany? THE FUCK.

Kiki does such a MAGNIFICENT job too! Like the amount of emotions she conveys!! All of Nile’s confusion, anger, upset. Hurt. How throughout all this, she’s shown as street smart! Clever! ADPATABLE.

Nile becomes something ‘new’ but retains her original personality entirely. And I LOVE that. She is young, but she isn’t babied. She’s allowed to be guided without being considered infantile. She’s allowed to be here whole self and it’s SO GOOD.

Also, you wake up in a Humvee in the desert and your first instinct is to kick the back end out and roll away? And then stab your kidnapper?? AMAZING.

I love that she’s an art nerd. I love her enthusiasm, I love her heart. I love her cleverness. I love how she can be a bit “wtf’ but also flat out doesn’t take ANYONE’S bullshit EVER.

“We’re not going to Paris” HELL MA’AM GUESS WE ARE NOT.

Sebastien Le Livre/ Booker

(Rucka once again I ask you, was that name only for the punning? Because I love puns to but cmon)

So..Booker.

I’m..I’m not neutral, but I tend to not think about him much beyond what is necessary. I think I’d feel that my thoughts on him are ‘complicated’ so I’ll keep his section short. I WILL say that his character is VERY well written. Booker cannot be called a flat character. And maybe I’m naive, but my first time watching the movie? Yeah, totally goddamned BLINDSIDED. And I give the movie a LOT of credit for that.

Maybe smarter people saw it coming, but I sure didn’t. So hey, kudos.

I understand him. I understand his motivations. And for a person suffering from that kind of depression, the toxic sabotaging kind, yeah. It’s well done. His motives are..his motives. I’ll probably not ever know what it feels like to outlive your children. But lots of my family members did. I get how it destroys you.

However, Booker needs help. And it’s on Booker, IMO, to get that help, outside of his family. Because he hurt them. He hurt them badly. It’s not the kind of thing you just come back from.

Consider my attitude..curious.

Joe/Yusuf Al-Kaysani

I can’t make this too long I can’t make this too long I can’t-

JOE. Is a MARVELOUS MAN. He’s soft. He’s artistic. He’s strong and sweet and his entire face lights up like the actual honest to god sun that he IS. I love how much he loves. I love how compassionate he is. I love his passion. His soft voice. His kind caring attitude.

BUT AS A FLIP SIDE.

I love how badass he is. I go slightly feral from the bullet spitting ‘very pissed off’. DARLING, NO KIDDING. I love how he’s just got this kinda hidden swag element. He is so clearly the life source of every room he enters. Show stealer. He’s the one that makes people feel comfortable immediately. With charm and boastfulness. With just such great WARMTH. Joe feels like a fireplace. You just want to curl up with him.

He cares so much about the world. His husband. His family.

THE SPEECH??

Imagine someone LOOKING AT YOU THAT WAY. No wonder Nicky is downright wavering on us. I’D FAINT.

Joe seems to love the world around him so much. And yeah, okay, he holds out with justified anger. (I SUPPORT THIS ANGER), but he’s also clearly affectionate. He’s open with his love. Joe literally wears his heart on his sleeve. You KNOW how Joe is feeling at all times. Because Joe can’t hide it. And if you have his love and friendship, you have it forever.

Joe could do audiobooks. Joe could paint museums full of paintings.

And those curls? Best. Incredible.

Marwan made Joe into such an incredible character I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR SIR I LOVE HIM.

Nicky/ Nicolò di Genova

Ahhh Joe’s other half. Man of few words, but when those words come out they cut and say so DAMNED MUCH. And what isn’t said vocally is always said with a look, a smile. MICRO EXPRESSIONS THAT SPEAK THE WORLD.

Nicky seems like such an aware character. Nicky is the type that makes very conscious decisions every single day. Be kind. Daily. This is not the type of man who does anything lightly. I feel like Nicky is a calculated sort, but with EVERYTHING. Because he KNOWS that your presence in this world makes an impact. He knows how important being self-aware is. He feels so lucky and grateful to be with Joe and his family at all times.

I LOVE HIS SNIPING. I love his outfits! I love how intense and sweet and compassionate he is. I feel like he has some little shit energy. Doing something slightly devious? Probably. Having ideas just because? Damned right! I can only imagine how much dry teasing Joe has endured over the centuries. Because Nicky is just so raw and clever. You can never be entirely sure what he’s thinking, perhaps. Joe can read him like a book, but I think anyone else might be finding themselves looking a touch harder. Just in case.

I love Luca’s accent! I love how competent Nicky is! He loves Joe just as openly too, and I adore it??

“The love of my life was the people I’ve been taught to hate” THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE! AND THAT TINY SMILE! THE SMILE OF A THOUSAND WORDS.

Quynh

Boss. I want more immediately. I NEED MORE.

Lykon

RIP we barely knew ya.

Final Thoughts:

I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SO MUCH.

I love that we got ALL THIS.

In TWO DAMNED HOURS.

I love the thoughts the actors put forth. I love how dedicated everyone was to this movie. I love how there’s so much from what could have gone so wrong.

I LOVE THEM!!

#the old guard #thoughts on the old guard #nate answers things #ok to rebagel #I LOVE THEM ALL YOUR HONOUR #old guard characters #asks #ask #THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK SORRY IT'S SO LONG #nilefreemans

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satonthelotuspier · 4 years

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🐰 Untamed Spring Fest 2020 🐰

Day 20 & Day 21- Fond & Charm - 1.5k

This is a joint Spring Fest/Wangxian Week (a little late) piece - the Wangxian Day 8 was a free day.

A-Yuan forms a friendship with a bunny-loving tall-gege at the petshop, and Wei Wuxian is enchanted.

Its fluff, just tooth rotting fluff. Have fluff.

Bunnies Build Friendships

It was a Friday evening, and after picking A-Yuan up from school that day they had called to the barbers as A-Yuan needed a trim.

The process was unpleasant for them both, A-Yuan, like most young children, detested having his hair cut, which made for a stressful half hour while Wei Wuxian and some of the other patrons and hairstylists tried to distract A-Yuan enough to allow the barber to work. Eventually, thankfully, the task was completed and A-Yuan looked out from under a freshly neatened fringe of hair.

They walked down the high street, and Wei Wuxian considered what they could do to reward A-Yuan for being mostly well-behaved during the haircutting process.

The obvious answer was ice-cream, of course, but Jiang Cheng had messaged him earlier telling Wei Wuxian he was home and would cook dinner that evening; and if they went home and A-Yuan didn’t eat it, Jiang Cheng would give him that look.

Despite his general grumpiness Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan were lucky Jiang Cheng had allowed Wei Wuxian to move in with him when, through tragedy, he had been left with the small boy to raise.

Pre-A-Yuan, Wei Wuxian was barely able to look after himself, but his brother had been immensely supportive, and with Jiang Cheng’s and Jiang Yanli’s help he was getting to grips with raising a child, and they were muddling through.

If it wasn’t for Jiang Cheng though, they would never eat a home cooked meal; Wei Wuxian wasn’t allowed near the kitchen, even the three sibling’s spice-resistant palates were tested when Wei Wuxian was let loose in charge of food.

So yes, that was definitely ice cream and sweets that were out of the question.

As he was considering the situation they walked past a pet supplies store. Inspiration struck him.

“A-Yuan, before we go home to dinner with shushu, do you want to go in and take a look at the animals?”

Five year old A-Yuan agreed readily.

They spent a little time looking at the fishes in the tanks along one wall, but A-Yuan was most enchanted by the small rodents.

He cooed over the mice and the gerbils and hamsters.

But he lost his heart at the large rabbit enclosure.

“Bunnies, baba” A-Yuan informed him with excitement in his voice.

He pressed his hands and face against the glass of the enclosure, steaming the glass up a little with his breath.

“Not quite so close, baby” Wei Wuxian said gently. He lowered to his haunches next to A-Yuan and they watched for a while.

“Look at the bunny hopping” A-Yuan pointed at a white rabbit who hopped over to one of the food bowls to begin nibbling on his dinner. “Can we have one, baba?”

“No, A-Yuan, we don’t have a garden for a hutch, and there isn’t enough room in the apartment”

“But the white one is really cute” he looked up at the very tall man who stood just to the side of them.

Wei Wuxian looked up too, and nearly fell backwards, right onto his behind. People shouldn’t be allowed to just be standing next to unsuspecting people when they looked that good, with their handsome faces carved out of jade, and their unusually pale amber eyes.

“The white one is especially good” he agreed with A-Yuan, then glanced at Wei Wuxian, he didn’t have the same soft look in his eyes as when he’d been looking at the rabbit or at A-Yuan though. “Your baba is right. You shouldn’t get a rabbit if you have no space for one. It would be unfair”

There was a slight pushing out of a lower lip in a pout, which the man didn’t seem to know how to deal with. He looked at Wei Wuxian again, nonplussed.

But A-Yuan wasn’t a child given to much sulking or bad temper, and he was soon watching the rabbit again, all smiles.

He threw another look at the man. “Tall-gege, can you see all the rabbits from up there?”

The man with the light coloured eyes agreed that yes, he could. He was entirely unprepared for when A-Yuan held his arms up to him though.

“Show me please?”

Another helpless glance at Wei Wuxian.

“A-Yuan, I’m very tall too, you know” Wei Wuxian was too surprised at being found wanting in the height department that he had to defend his own honour.

“You’re not very tall. Not like tall-gege” he said with the deadly logic of a child, they only knew what they saw, and said what they thought.

Something Wei Wuxian could appreciate in an abstract way, but not when his height’s honour was questioned.

The tall-gege seemed to make a decision, then bent a little to pick A-Yuan up, forming a ledge with his arm for the other to sit on.

“Thank you” A-Yuan patted the other on the cheek, then focussed on the rabbits he had a perfect bird’s eye view of now.

Damn, when his son had more magnetism than he did. A-Yuan could charm the birds out of the trees if he wanted.

Wei Wuxian didn’t quite know how to deal with the situation. He was aware it was a little rude of A-Yuan, but honestly, he was that kind of open, forward personality himself so he didn’t really feel he was justified in telling him off too much. Still.

“Is he heavy? A-Yuan you shouldn’t ask strangers to pick you up. And absolutely not at all unless you’re with me or your shushu, OK?” he asked A-Yuan.

A-Yuan nodded, “Yes, baba”

“Lan Wangji” the other said.

“Hmm?”

“My name is Lan Wangji” meaning they were no longer strangers. It was the kind of simple, sensible logic that appealed to A-Yuan, who nodded, and introduced himself in return.

They eventually had to leave the rabbits and their new friend behind, or risk the wrath of Jiang Cheng.

***

Over the next few months the Friday trip to the pet store became a staple, more often than not Lan Wangji was there, looking at the rabbits, and A-Yuan would always run over to make himself known with calls of “Wangji-gege”.

Wei Wuxian was eventually able to convince the other to extend their meetings to a trip to the coffee shop afterwards, and so it continued.

He knew Lan Wangji was fond of A-Yuan, A-Yuan had the talent of breaking through walls without evening realising he had done so, but Wei Wuxian thought...or was that hoped?...that Lan Wangji was starting to soften to him too over time. Even with his more strident personaility.

Lan Wangji was reserved, and stoic, but he had been so naturally kind to A-Yuan it was easy to see there was a softer heart under all that frost.

And Wei Wuxian had always enjoyed a challenge.

Despite his subtle hints that he was receptive to more, if Lan Wangji was, he wasn’t asked out on a date.

So their relationship continued on as it had; they met in the pet shop on Friday afternoons, followed by a trip to the coffee shop when neither had prior commitments.

It continued like that for months.

Eventually Wei Wuxian decided subtle wasn’t working, and he’d have to take matters into his own hands and ask the other, and take the risk he was misreading the situation. It was possible, the other wasn’t very demonstrative and it was difficult to know what he was thinking.

But Wei Wuxian had two choices, ask him out himself, or wait longer on the off chance that Lan Wangji might actually eventually ask him.

The first came with its own risks of course; but he thought it was a risk he should take.

Lan Wangji wasn't at the pet shop that first Friday after he’d made his decision, so he had to wait until the week after. He had intended to wait until A-Yuan was distracted by his flavoured milk or colouring book, but he seemed unusually focussed this afternoon.

“Wangji-gege” he said eventually, seriously.

“A-Yuan” the other acknowledged.

A-Yuan placed his folded hands on the table, looking for all the world like a businessman mid-negotiation; Wei Wuxian genuinely had to stifle a laugh.

“I would like it very much if you let my baba take you out on a date. Are you free next Saturday?”

“A-Yuan!” Wei Wuxian nearly fell off his chair in surprise. Where had this child picked up such an idea?!

“I’m free, A-Yuan” Lan Wangji agreed, his tone as serious as A-Yuan’s was. Honestly, he was so soft with A-Yuan it made Wei Wuxian feral, even though he was extremely embarrassed. He was meant to be the shameless one, not his son!

Asking people out on dates for his elders!

Lan Wangji had said yes, but was that because A-Yuan had asked on Wei Wuxian’s behalf and he didn’t feel like he could turn him down?

“You don’t have to-” Wei Wuxian tried to release him from his commitment.

“I want to” Lan Wangji assured simply.

#untamed spring fest #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #a-yuan #fluff #first meetings #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanfic #the untamed #the untamed fanfic #modern au #mdzs #mdzs fanfic #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #Shay's stuff

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talesofealdancynedom · 4 years

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Second edition of Cadence, in her fairy robes; with Fallow deer familiar Freya. Why have slice of life, when you could have slice of life with terrifying magical deer?

Tale 10: Cadence Bucflowen & Laserline (chapter 1 - Children of Spring 1/4 ) part 2. Stories of Fey

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Cadence was the first prophesized child of the King Mage, who was presently Morgan Cynedom. Cadence had been born when her parents were, perhaps a little too young to start a family, yet she was anticipated and loved all the same. Morgan and Emilia were destined to have four children; Which they would love with all their hearts. There was to be one child for each quadrant of the table of fours. Because Morgan was the King Mage, he was like a human brother of the Beast King’s; and the metaphorical King of magic men. Thus, allotting him many unique abilities. One of which, was the Beast King’s considering it an honour to name their only human brother’s children.

When Cadence arrived, she was the child of spring; the first quadrant. Each quadrant had a colour, metal, direction, element, season, and two to three fey kingdoms accosted with it. One Fey King associated with the quadrant the child was born in, was able to give that child a new magic house. The fey say the King Mage has no house, and thus has all of them. His children would be the same if their magic is not properly housed; And humans need houses, blessing from a beast king, to use magic. The Beast King that had the honour of naming Cadence, was the Stag King, who gave her the magic stag house of Bucflowen. Along with a name, as a destined to be a mage, Cadence was given her own Fairy robes; in the stag kingdom style. All mages were given, or inherited, robes made by the Fairy King to protect them from any form of harm. Mages are too important to the balance between the veils, and fey saw them worth protecting.

A year before Cadence was born, Stag Queen Estella came to visit. She was once head paladin of the Grand West, and Morgan’s mentor. Estella was quite fond of Morgan, and visited. The reason she was no longer a mentor, was because Estella Celestine was destined to become the next Stag Queen. When Morgan opened Tiberius Gate, she went to it, and into the shadow veil and became reunited with her true love; The Stag King. It was with much joy, that when Estella came to visit that spring, she had the one and only newborn Dominion Deer by her side. An heir to the Stag Kingdom at last. The main job of the Beast Queens was to be the second parent of their kingdoms fey, represent the union of magic and men, and make royal fey children. The Daminion Deer are the royal half human-half magic children of the stag fey kingdom; something only Estella could provide. The Stag King was desperate for princes and princesses, as Dominion Deer had been whipped out within Estella’s lifetime. Wizards had been hunting them for their warm white fur, and ornate golden crystal antlers; which both genders wore. Just as hos heirs started to disappear from the Ealden Cynedom, his queen vanished. The reunion of the Stag King and Queen, aided by Morgan’s quests, gave him in a special place in Estella’s heart. Therefore, she still loved checking on him.

The day Estella visited Morgan and Emilia, a year before Cadence arrived, was a normal day: some school, some magic, some friends, and some daily life. Estella barely got a word in. She stayed patiently, holding her little stag prince, while the teens argued about their next quest. Eventually, Estella managed to relay the important information that was forgotten, due to the lengthy conversation. Morgan’s new life was full of excitement. Esttela’s words came off as something that seemed unnoteworthy at the time:

“In one year, I will bear the Stag King a second heir. Stag children do not leave their mother’s sides until the next child is born. But, when they go off on their own, they will still be quite young, though they grow quite fast,” Estalla said in her soft voice. the new prince Estella swaddled in her arms would need a home next spring. “The Stag King, my husband, requested that our eldest prince, Laserline, is to dwell on Tiberius Gate. Each King wants one royal heir by your side Morgan. I will bring him to your pastures, on the dawn of the next vernal equinox; when your first child is born.” Estella finished. Under normal circumstances, a magical heads up would be memorable; such as the fact your first born will arrive in a year, regardless of your family planning, and an incredibly valuable fey joining your forest home. Which is exactly why Morgan felt stupid when he found Laserline, a half-grown Dominion Deer, on his gate’s unicorn pasture, a year later. He wanted some fresh air after becoming a dad, but instead was reminded he was magic pawn. When the Stag King came to name Cadence, he failed to mention his own son was eating grass outside the tower. That day, Cadence wasn’t just given a name by the Stag King, but also a childhood fey friend just outside her window.

Cadence grew more beautiful with time. She had long wavy hair as pale as cream, olive eyes like her father, and her mother’s fair complexion. Cadence, as a mage, learned to use magic very early. Her passion was nurtured by her father’s vast collection of magic resources. She could soon run as fast as any fey, and had poise and grace like any stag king’s child. The fairy robes Cadence was gifted, were of a white silk dress, cloak, and flats that laced from the ankle to the knee. The protective robes glistened like pale spring. Under her soft appearance, Cadence was quiet and shy; a necessity when dealing with three younger siblings, and social anxiety. Before Cadence was of age for magic school, she had already summoned a white fallow deer familiar; named Freya. Of whom she would ride around their magic forest home of Pepperidge. Cadence was as talented as all the mages of Ealden Cynedom, and one of the most unmistakable children of the tinny town.

But like her siblings, Cadence was beginning to become lost in magic, and turning a bit feral among fey. Cadence was becoming incredibly weary of human children her age; if not all other people. She preferred the fey who did not judge her for good or bad. Cadence’s avoidance of people was not even eased by a public education. She had been raised on Tiberius Gate, where magic was her greatest comfort. But in spite of her feelings about being outside the gate, and meeting people, Cadence was excited to get her school uniform, and study magic at the same school as her parents. She desperately wanted to be a heortmann; magic users who specialize in healing. Cadence even dreamed she might be a healing Meadre mage, like her grandfather, Odysseus. As mentioned, Cadence was sent to the same local academy her parents attended, which by then, could teach and handle young mages. It didn’t only specialize in mages though; it also aimed to aid troubled magic youths and international students. If Pepperidge Academy couldn’t expose Cadence to people, and help her cope with anxiety around them, her parents feared nothing would.

When Cadence finally put on her uniform, for her first day at the new school, she decided to ride Freya to campus all on her own. The school wasn’t that far. But as she stood at the main entrance, a wave of anxiety struck her: ‘what if they hate me? Or I fall in love and do something stupid? What if I stand out, and they judge me because of my parents? What if I underperform in class, when they expect too much of me, as I am a mage? What if I get lonely because my siblings and fey friends aren’t here? What if no one understands? What if I don’t belong?’ Cadence became flustered and panicked. She was a deer in the headlights the entire day; frozen in fear. She didn’t even know how she managed to attended all her classes. Cadence didn’t remember anything about that day. Cadence spoke to no one, did not introduce her self, nor retain anything taught in the introduction lectures.

“how was your first day of magic school?” Her mother asked. Followed by her siblings asking the same thing on repeat. Cadence did not respond, and walked absently up the tower to her room.

“Morgan, you don’t think we may have pushed her too hard, do you?” Emilia asked. Morgan was preparing for a conference.

“If I survived magic school, when I was like that at that age, I’m sure she’ll be ok. One of our kids was bound to inherit my anxiety, and prefer the company of fey over that of people…” Morgan said with a nervous smile. He felt like was reliving a dark period in his life; vicariously through his offspring. Emilia and Morgan would independently check on Cadence later, when she didn’t come downstairs that evening. She had gone to bed early. Which is too say, and Morgan to correctly assume, she stayed up past midnight with unrelenting panic attacks, waiting for the relief of REM that would not come soon enough.

NEXT--->

#art #tales of ealdan cynedom #story 10 #short stories #fantasy #laser #estella #morgan #emilia #freya #cadence

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lassieposting · 5 years

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I adore your thoughts about deamon culture and upbringing. Something that’s always bugged me is that we don’t really get an insight into the culture and layout of heaven and hell or the non-humanness that makes angles and deamons. Please give more thoughts!!!

OH BOY, DO I

DEMON CULTURE HEADCANONS COMING RIGHT UP

[1] My personal headcanon is that devil was originally a Lilim word that basically meant “warlord” - the leader of a clan with his or her own territory - and there were thousands of them, because demons lived in warring clans. Every clan had a _devil, _and they all considered themselves the ultimate authority and were constantly fighting for power. When Lucifer staged a coup and took over one of the strongest clans in the Ninth Circle, he basically went on a conquering spree, up to the point that there is now only one devil; all the other clan leaders have bent the knee to him. There’s probably either a Lilim way of distinguishing between A Devil (a warlord) and The Devil (Lucifer, King of Hell), or it’s become sort of an archaic term used only to refer to Lucifer and another name has become commonplace for your bog-standard warlord. The word then made its way to Earth both through Lucifer himself and through other demons before he outlawed possession, and developed its modern meaning from there.

More under the cut - this is long as fuck. It’s becoming a habit.

GENETICS:

- Demons live in one of the most inhospitable, treacherous environments of any dimension in the known multiverse. They’ve been shaped by the need to survive in their habitat.

- Demons in general have a much higher heat resistance than humans, as well as far better low-light vision and enhanced speed, strength and endurance.

- Hell has different habitats the same way Earth does, though, and the demons who live in the Ninth Circle (the part of Hell we see in the show, the part where Lucifer’s palace is) would have different adaptations to the demons who’ve evolved to live in the swampy marshland of the Sixth Circle (where Maze was born).

- Demons are an R-coded species, so they have large numbers of babies, less parental care, a short gestation period and a very low survival-to-adulthood rate.

- Because their babies have such a low survival rate, demons have very little parental attachment and they don’t form family units the way humans do (i.e. child raised by biologically related caregivers, close relationship between parents and child).

CHILDHOOD:

- Baby demons are born already equipped with fantastic low-light vision, a full set of needle-sharp teeth, and the ability to get up and move around very shortly after birth. They’re not wholly independent - they don’t learn to talk or develop fine motor/dexterity skills until they’re older - but they are very much born armed and dangerous, which they need to be because…

- They can and do eat their siblings in the nest, like sharks. Cannibalism is fucking rife in Hell. A large chunk of spawn are lost in their first year to fratricide/sororicide. It’s just seen as weeding out the weaklings.

- In most clans, the spawn are raised communally in a creche run by designated nest-minders; these are usually the weakest members of the clan who would not be any use as warriors. Raising the young during their first few years of life is a fairly low-status position in society, but it does ensure that those weak demons will be fed, housed and protected - nobody wants to have to take over their job, so it’s worthwhile to keep them alive.

- Demon spawn are…little demons. A large part of why Lucifer doesn’t like children is because of extended exposure to spawn. They completely lack empathy and social skills, so they’re loud, they bite, and a large chunk of nest-minders’ time is spent separating them when they try to kill each other. They won’t develop logic, critical thinking or their (still limited) sense of empathy until they’re a lot older.

- Contrary to what some might believe, demons do have affectionate nicknames for their young - the sort of thing a warrior might call his trainee, or a nest-minder might call their favourite charge. The English equivalent would probably be kiddo or something, but they’d translate literally as “spawn” or “offspring”. There’s a sort of implication there that you care enough about this kid to see them as family; they can probably rely on you to protect them if they’re in danger.

ADOLESCENCE:

- Demons don’t have a long childhood, and mostly they learn a trade by apprenticing under a professional. A would-be warrior is trained by an experienced warrior; a kid with a talent for art might apprentice under a leathercrafter; if you’re particularly intelligent and politically savvy you might get lucky and learn from your clan’s devil, if you manage to impress them.

- A juvenile who wants to be a warrior (like Maze, for example) goes through a series of incredibly dangerous trials to become a fully-fledged adult warrior of their clan. It’s sort of like living in the Hunger Games, but, you know. Permanently.

* Around the onset of puberty, at around 10 or 11 years old, they’re given a simple weapon and some supplies and sent out into the world by themselves to find something useful to bring back to their clan, to prove that they’re worth the time and effort it will take to train them.

At this point, they have no formal training. They’ve got a decade or so of viciously scrapping with other youngsters in the creche for food, but they’re expected to get by mostly on their wits, their viciousness, and their willingness to kill to survive.

There are hundreds of things that can kill a young demon alone in Hell. Demons from other clans. Heat exhaustion. Feral hellhounds. Dehydration. Volcanic eruption. Manticore. Harpy. Dragon. There’s even a chance another kid from their own clan will panic and kill first, ask questions later.

What they bring back can be any of a number of things. Maybe some priceless gemstones that can be traded for commodities not native to their area of Hell. Maybe information about a territory ripe for overtaking. Maybe spoils taken from dead enemies from a clan yours is at war with. Whatever it is, it needs to be something the leaders of your clan will benefit from, or they might send you back out to find something better. Maze brought back Lucifer.

How impressive your gift is generally determines who you apprentice under; the kids who brought back the most impressive things will usually get sent to the clan’s top warriors.

Only 30% or so of the kids sent out into the world will come back. The ones who didn’t clearly wouldn’t have survived training, so it wouldn’t have been worth the effort to train them in the first place.

They’ll spend the next ten years or so (maybe more, maybe less) in training. Their mentor will teach them to fight with a whole load of different weapons, how to hunt, how to torture a captive, how to plan a battle, etc. The ones with leadership potential, training under the clan’s War Chief, also learn - on the DL, because nobody wants to get murdered - how to deal with your devil when they’re being an asshole, and how to bring them round to your way of thinking when their plan for a war clashes with yours.

In bigger clans, at the end of their training, each warrior’s trainees get put in an arena to fight to the death. Of each class, only the last one standing actually becomes a warrior. Despite the immense amount of lives lost in childhood, demons breed so prolifically that plenty survive to adulthood.

ADULTHOOD:

- Adult demons often wear identification marks, usually on their faces, to show whereabouts they’re from, which clan they belong to, and what rank they are if they have one. Some clans (like Maze’s) use face paint, others prefer tattoos, still others use scarification or branding. You don’t get to wear them until you’ve proved yourself, so it’s a great honour for a warrior to finally get their stripes.

- This helps establish social order - who you can and can’t flirt with, who you should and shouldn’t pick on, etc. If you’re a humble furs trader, you really don’t want to start a fight with a visiting devil over a casual insult to your work; you’ll get smoked. But fortunately for you, her face markings tell you who she is, so you keep your mouth shut.

- Demons are promiscuous as fuck and don’t really go in for monogamy. It happens occasionally, but it’s definitely not the social norm. While every demon spawn knows who their mother is, it’s very common to have multiple potential fathers.

- Demons can and do fall in love. They’re not very open about it, and there’s no way to say “I love you” in Lilim. Any demonstration of love is a demonstration of weakness, and in Hell any weakness will be used against you. Long term relationships between demons tend to look a lot like Lucifer and Maze - ride-or-die friends who hang out naked and have each other’s back against outside danger regardless of the issues they’re having with each other.

OLD AGE:

- A demon who’s too old to battle anymore but was once a mighty warrior can still command a huge amount of respect; many become advisors to the clan devil - especially if he’s young; Lucifer had to lean on very experienced older advisors as a young king consolidating his power - or train the most promising up-and-comers.

- Demons can and do grieve, but it’s usually expressed as a roaring rampage of revenge against whoever killed your ally. If something happened to Maze, for example, Lucifer wouldn’t cry or get sentimental; he’d cause so much carnage they’d be talking about it for millennia. By demon standards that would be the most touching tribute he could give her tbh.

- After someone dies, their clan usually eats them - in a world where the creatures you eat can kill you just as easily as be killed by you, meat is meat and a meal you don’t have to work for is a gift. (This is why Mom asked if humans eat their own when She first came to Earth. Hell was a horrible surprise for both of them for a variety of reasons, and this is definitely one of them.) To humans, this is horrifying; to demons, it’s not even something to bat an eyelid at.

- Devils don’t often get old. They live in a cutthroat world of power games and ambition, and everyone wants their spot. Devils get to the top by being especially cunning or vicious or physically powerful, and once the thing keeping them there starts to run down, they’re often killed and replaced by someone stronger. It’s just as common for your allies to turn on you as your enemies, so you’re watching your back constantly, never truly safe, always reading into every interaction for signs of danger. There’s a reason Lucifer doesn’t trust easy. As an angel he’s stronger than practically all demons, but Hell-forged steel can kill him; all it would take is for him to let his guard down just a little bit too much at the wrong moment.

#1billsookie #lucifer on netflix #lucifer on fox #lucifer in hell #demon culture #DO YALL KNOW HOW MANY FEELINGS I HAVE ABOUT LUCIFER + DEMON CULTURE #SO MANY #THANK U FOR ASKING IM DELIGHTED U ENJOY MY IDEAS #ALKDFHSLDKFHDLKFH #shoutout to everyone who notices the stepdevil reference #lucifer headcanons

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Shitty Teen Squad, babies and King suffers

This is the result of a brainstorming session between me, @criscura, @batneko and @zgirlly. Background is that Genos, Garou and Badd form an unlikely trio of friends - the Shitty Teen Squad. We have Genos as the mom friend slash feral gay, Garou as the vodka aunt friend and Badd as the... chaotic friend, slash mom friend slash recliner friend.

We ended up talking about various things including future children and poor King babysitting said children. While this isn’t explicit, there’s talk/jokes with adult themes, so please bear that in mind before diving in!

(~2k)

A vodka aunt is someone who 'takes others kids out for fun and brings them home loaded with sugar, cranky, and with a new noisy toy' - that’s definitely Garou. One time he takes Zenko to an amusement park. They’re gone all day and she comes home exhausted, very happy and with at least a dozen new curse words in her dictionary.

There are also a few honourary members of the Shitty Teen Squad -

Saitama - considered very uncool (except by Genos) but harmless. Tags along sometimes and has no idea what is going on at any given time.

Fubuki - would never admit to being one in the group, but someone needs to keep these idiots from killing themselves, so she sometimes hovers at the edge.

Mumen - When Mumen shows up, everyone is on their best behaviour all day. If Mumen slips up and says a (mild) swear everyone else is immediately like ”Gasp! Mumen Rider, how could you? Such language!”

A few years pass, and everyone is starting to settle down and starting families. As we have both Mumarou and Batarou fans in our discussion group, we intentionally kept things a bit vague - so go with whatever your preferred ship/parent combo is! But Saitama and Genos are first to have a child, with the others following perhaps a couple years or so later.

Badd is a rather... intense father. His baby girl is not only a princess, but the most amazing princess in the world. He’s an expert at doing her hair and picking out outfits and every time he meets up with the shitty squad, he forces them to look through all his latest photos of her. He and Genos take their kids to playdates, in matching outfits. So many photos...

Zenko, having learnt from the best, turns into a world class vodka aunt herself, taking the kids to outings and having lots of fun with them.

Tareo might not have a reputation as a cool kid among his peers, but to Saitama/Genos’ and Badd’s kid, he totally does. He loves to read to them, and help them identify bugs and birds they see.

Genos, being the first in the Shitty Teen Squad to have become a father, finds himself giving the others advice from time to time. As always, he refers to his journals, and before Badd’s baby is born he has a diaper change demonstration with Garou and Badd, who look on in silent horror - no one has seen Garou look that terrified before. There is much yelling and gesturing, until the demonstration is over, at which point they act as if nothing happened.

(They never talk about their new knowledge, but whenever they spot a distressed parent struggling in public, they offer their services)

After Badd’s baby is born, Genos finds himself receiving frantic phone calls at all hours of the day, including the middle of the night, such as Badd calling (yelling) about how you’ll know the bottle is the right temperature?! - a groggy, barely awake Genos just mutters ”just... listen to whatever your HUD says...”.

Badd’s daughter always looks like a princess, whereas Saitama’s and Genos’ child always has tousled hair and scraped knees and if you’re not sure where she is... she’s probably off climbing the tallest tree in the area.

At this point, the Shitty Teen Squad has more or less evolved into the Brooding Dad Squad. It’s not everyone who gets the honour of being allowed to babysit their kids, but one man does, and the kids absolutely love him - King!

At this point, the children are a little older, and they love visiting King not only because to them, his engine makes him sound like a purring cat, but also because he has the BEST video game collection. Having said that, Badd always makes King hide his collection of sexy anime girls before the children are allowed over:

"This is nasty!!" "It's art, the level of skill needed to make her stand like that is--" Badd, taking off the removable top: "SHE'S TOO HORNY MAN SHE'S GOTTA GO" "///////but--" "Listen the first thing kids do around dolls is strip them she's gotta go!”

King is nervous to have the kids over! But he does his best and it turns out putting them in front of a video game and handing them snacks is quite effective at keeping them still and happy.

The girls are also very interested in King’s merch, despite him doing his best to hide it. Sometimes they find the empty boxes the most interesting (a favourite game is putting King, as the princess, in his box castle and then coming to save him), but other times they are determined to find all his toys. It’s his engine that’s the problem, it goes off whenever the girls get closer to his hidden stash, like echolocation.

"Are all the pretty dress-up dolls in here?" "N--no!! There's--" "They have so many pretty dresses!! I like all the kitty ones!!" "NO, NO KITTIES--"

(The King engine also means it’s super fun to play hide and seek with him! You can never win with Genos, and Saitama tends to lose interest and wander off, or fall asleep in his hiding place...)

One day, as they play house, one of the kids asks King where babies come from, and poor King struggles to explain... after first shutting down and then taking so long to collect his thoughts that the child already lost interest and went to get pudding.

"Babies--are--love--when mommies--there's a bird I DON'T KNOW PLEASE THEY'RE JUST THERE ONE DAY" ”But I have two daddies?” ”LISTEN this is already complicated for me to explain ;;;;;”

At this point, King goes full possum and all but shuts down again until one of the girls poke him, with one of his anime girl figurines (as kids do, the first thing they do is always to undress every single doll, so it’s naturally naked).

When picked up to go home, their girl tells Saitama and Genos that ”King shut down, like Papa”. When they ask why, she tells them what they had asked him. Saitama, bless him, actually calls King later to apologize for the trouble.

(Badd on the other hand immediately blamed King (and his anime girls) for this question)

Said trouble is not yet over, it turns out - while playing with all the merch, Badd’s daughter put a figurine in her mouth and swallowed a part of it. It’s with extreme dread that King calls Badd that night...

”I don’t know how to tell you this but I really, really need that limited edition accessory back, Badd.”

(That whole evening is traumatizing for King - the kids have undressed every single figurine he owns and he has to painstakingly put them all together again.)

Another time when the kids visit they find a pair of scissors. King immediately gets up to remove them, but the older child is quick to tell him that they should play hairdresser - she does this lots at home.

”...with Sai?!”

On that note, the kids will happily tell King all sorts of things about their parents, whether he wants to hear it or not, including 'they like to wrestle really loudly when it's past my bedtime' and how Badd needs to buy a new bed every few months because they always break. Saitama’s kid helpfully supplies that ”Daddy smells like hot dog after. It’s a LOT of smoke!”.

Sometimes it's serious though.... Like one kid says that Daddy is in a laying-down mood again, or Pop has been going out and coming back with bloody knuckles... Other times it can be things like "Well papa likes to wear all clothes, and be pretty sometimes, and daddy uh....... doesn't. So. Yeah."

King does his best to listen to the kids like a responsible adult, down to taking their suggestions: ”Papa likes this kind of skirt, Uncle King!! I want to get it for his birthday!”

The child doesn’t mention that it’s really her preference to have lots of glitter and shimmer, not Genos’, but he loves his new sequin glitter unicorn shirt anyway. In fact, they dress up to match more than once, and the child loves to play with Genos’ hair and makeup stuff:

"PAPA WEAR THE PURPLE EYELINER" Genos: "It doesn't really go with-" Kiddo: "IT'S PURPLE." Saitama: "It sure is." :D

Speaking of things that are pretty, the girls end up falling in love with a particular anime girl in King’s collection - she’s got ombre hair, and pretty bows, and the biggest bow is also her hair.

The bad news: she's the hardest-to-win girl from an ecchi game

The good news: they're making an anime which will probably cut out all the sex

Medium news: since she's the hardest-to-win girl she's unlikely to be the main heroine of this adaptation.

Poor King is struggling to find the least thirsty merch of her that the girls can actually play with. Genos is put to the task of editing together a child-friendly edition of the show that the kids can watch. There’s.... not much left when he’s done.

King: "The... the plot is-" Genos: "There was a two-episode arc about the shy girl losing her bra on vacation somehow." King: "In the game, um, that's where you prove you're a nice guy." Genos: "Why did she only bring one bra on vacation, King." King: ....................

King uses his fame and clout to start commissioning SFW works of this character - sweating the entire time.

Despite himself, after spending so much time watching and editing clips from the show, Genos actually gets invested in the (barely there) plot. The next time King visits their apartment, he’s shocked to find a bit of merch with the shy girl. Genos’ argument is that he ”needed to protect her from perverts!”.

Carefully, King offers him:

”.........I do have the game, if you want to try it” ”.....yes.”

(For the record, Genos’ merch is a cast-off figurine, and he made sure to get her the bra variety pack, so she’s never out)

...King has no idea how this all started, he just wants to live and now he has Badd swinging his bat a bit too close for comfort, while Genos doesn’t say anything... for his eyes says it all (and what his eyes says is keep this away from the kids and also where can I find the latest episode?)

Saitama is chill about the whole thing - like, okay, it’s not for kids but he doesn’t think they’re old enough to understand. Ladies in historic paintings are nude too, right? Right. Best to hide it though, especially since it makes Genos upset.

The biggest prude of the group is actually Garou, who has quite possibly never seen a wild boob and was always so focused on his training - weird feelings? Go punch a sandbag. Hormones going wild? Sudden boner? Time to go run seven miles. To him, sex stuff is private and he’s very much a ”protect the children!” guy.

(Garou is not allowed to give any dating advice, seeing him being in a relationship is due entirely to his partner accepting his weirdly aggressive courting. Garou gives off that 'bringing dead animals as a gift like a cat' vibe, or happily showing off his collection of beaten thugs, as the case may be.)

#shitty teen squad #genos #saitama #saigenos #genosai #mumen rider #garou #headcanon #god this was so much fun XD

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