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katsuki still apologizes to you the same way he used to when you were kids.
he always makes a face whenever he knows he’s gone too far or when he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have, his eyebrows are furrowed and his little chubby face contorts into a sad little pout. he tries to look tough but he can already feel guilty tears in his eyes so he looks away from you, little hands balled into fists at his sides and his head hangs low so you can’t see his red face through his bangs.
usually, he tries making it up to you by showing you something he thinks you’ll like or something he finds cool, and sometimes he’ll even let you hold his precious all might card, but only when he knows he really messed up. he’ll stiffly pet your head as an apology for pulling at your hair a little too hard earlier and if you ask him to he’ll kiss the pain away from when you scrapped your knee because he accidentally shoved you a little harder than he meant to when he was chasing you around.
but when you’re mad at him because he’s been really mean, in ways he knows his shiny holographic all might card won’t fix, he opts to simply sit next to you. with a little pout on his face and with his cheeks turning red, he’ll shove his head into your shoulder. he holds onto you tightly so he’s sure you won’t be able to escape him or his apology. you squirm around a little bit but he doesn’t let you go. you stop moving around but you still huff at him, calling him a big meanie. all he does in response is shoving his head against your shoulder and he mutters out a little "m’sorry." against it.
he hears you shuffle to look at him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows are still furrowed and his cheeks are so red because he’s really not used to apologizing and he doesn’t like to, but he does for you. and even at the tender age of seven, you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks like that, so you forgive him and you’ve already forgotten what you were even mad about when he grins at you boyishly, already back to his usual self as he drags you off to your next adventure who knows where, but even at the tender age of seven, you knew you’d follow him to the ends of the earth as long as he led the way.
he’s changed so much and not at all at the same time. he hates it whenever you get mad at him and he still does everything and anything to get your attention when you are. and just like before, whenever he hurts you in ways he knows his actions can’t fix, he opts to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle loosely, giving you the option to break out of his hold if you wanted to. his hold on you slowly tightens when you make no move to, his head is shoved into the crook of your neck and his chest is pressed flush against your back,“ i’m sorry.” he whispers.
it wouldn’t mean much if it came from anyone else but this is katsuki. you’ve known him for as long as you can remember, you know how he is : he’s unruly, headstrong and so stubborn it drives you crazy sometimes. but he casts all of that—all of him aside for you.
“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice is low and a little shaky.“ shouldn’t have said all that to you. that wasn’t…cool” he fumbles around for the right words to say and you have to hold back a laugh as he does so, but you can tell he’s trying.“never wanna make ya mad at me..” he finishes quietly. he’s fiddling around with the ends of your shirt waiting for your response. then he hears you shuffle around to peek at him and he looks up at you.
he really hasn’t changed. he’s still got the same little frown, the same little crease between his brows and the same rosy cheeks. sure his features are less rounded, his cheeks are definitely less chubby, he’s gotten taller but he’s still your same katsuki who’s a little rough and a big meanie sometimes, but who also always makes sure to apologize to you when he knows he’s hurt you because that’s the last thing he wants.
you grant him a tiny smile. his eyes light up and he stands a little straighter and after a second he’s on you, pressing kisses all over your cheek, grinning boyishly at you and you still want to follow him to the ends of the world as long as he’s leading the way.
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i say this with all my heart, from one person who cares about animal welfare to hopefully many others:
please take the term “factory farm” out of your vocabulary when discussing animal welfare
talking about the welfare of livestock and livestock production is incredibly important! all animals deserve to have the best welfare possible, regardless of if they’re going to end up on a plate or not
but the term “factory farm” does not actually discuss animal welfare in the way so many people seem to assume it does
for starters, “factory farm” is not an actual industry term. it doesn’t actually mean anything, because what constitutes a factory farm is completely subjective. you will never see the phrase “factory farm” in any kind of published research or official article because, again, it doesn’t mean anything
sure, the phrase definitely has connotations. and the connotation is the issue here. people use the term “factory farm” as a shorthand for… well, typically, “farming practice i don’t understand but think looks bad”
the term isn’t something neutral. it is specifically designed to create a negative image when you hear it. someone says “factory farm” and most people imagine large amounts of animals kept in bad condition
the key here: large amounts of animals
the size of a farm does not dictate the welfare of the animals on it. there are plenty of large farms with hundreds, thousands of animals that take stellar care of their livestock. there are small farms with only a couple animals that live horrible lives
the size of a farm is not the issue when it comes to animal welfare, but rather the practices used on the farm. sometimes they do go hand in hand, yes. there are some practices that are only necessary because of the amount of animals present
but say that
there are other terms that are actually industry terms that work better for these scenarios. try “conventional farming” “industrialized farming” “commercialized farming”. these actually have meanings that you can then jump off of into talking about animal welfare practices on these farms
“factory farming” is just a term used to paint farming in an entirely negative light, when what actually makes a farm have good or bad welfare depends on so many other things
As someone with a degree in sustainable ag and who works in Organic agriculture now, the best term to use when talking about what people picture when they think about "factory farming" is Animal Feeding Operation (AFO) or Confined Animal Feeding Operation (CAFO)
CAFO and AFO are easy to understand even if you aren't interested or involved in ag, but they are also legally defined and there are regulations and policies written about them. While terms like conventional farming and industrialized farming are useful and widely used and you won't be misunderstood (and I agree with op that they're better than 'factory farming') using specific language when talking about something that is regulated is important. "Conventional farming is bad" is a much harder point to argue when compared to "Confined Animal Feeding Operations are bad" even though I would agree that both are true. One is a broad statement about a wide variety of practices and operations and the other is discussing a specific type of operation with well documented animal welfare concerns and environmental impact (there's a reason they're defined on the EPA website - these things absolutely fuck up a watershed).
Using AFO/CAFO is also useful when discussing animal welfare as a whole. There are organic AFOs and while their animal welfare standards are higher than conventional AFO operations, they do exist. I grew up in a county with thousands of turkey and chicken CAFOs and some of them work with organic brands and were Certified Organic. Definitionally these operations are not Conventional, they're Organic. In professional circles those therms are opposite. This is where Industrial Agriculture is a more effective term than conventional, but I think my point stands.
By using AFO/CAFO to discuss any operation that raises animals as future meat products instead of as animals the critique is targeted and issue being discussed is clearer.
New games released after January 2028 will be digital-only.
Sony has announced that from January 2028 it will entirely stop the production of physical discs for new PlayStation games. From that point onwards, new releases will only be available in digital versions from the PlayStation Store and other retailers. Games released before January 2028 will still be available on disc.
They cite "consumer preference" as the reason, but we all know what's going on. If there's no physical media, you don't really own your game. You're only renting it.
From the way this is worded I think future Playstation consoles will continue to have optical drives, at least as an option.
This announcement dropped right after Sony deleted 551 movies and tv shows that people paid for under the assumption that they were buying a physical copy, not renting it
'Play has no limits,' Sony says, as it stops people playing TV shows and movies they paid to own
[image description: screenshot of writing formatted as a question and answer exchange. headline of piece is: The Proposal to Raise Every Boy as a Girl. (author not listed)
Q. You want to raise every boy as a girl?
Yes.
Q. Why?
A boy will learn to hate girls as long as he is raised in such a way where he is treated as better, and superior to, his girl peers, whenever he is cruel to girls. So, instead, we raise boys as girls.
Q. What if they say they are not a girl, and want to be acknowledged as boy?
Then you know they are a boy, so you must make sure to understand them as boy, and not a girl.
Q. What does it mean to be 'raised as a girl'?
That's up for you to decide. The only difference is that you should not raise boys any differently than you raise girls, since you raise every boy as a girl.
Q. Girls and boys are raised in specific ways for specific purposes, so it does not make sense to raise boys as girls.
If you raise every boy as a girl, then there is no being which is not raised as a girl, so anyone raised as a girl necessarily must learn to do anything and everything to grow up, without restrictions on tasks, labours, or interests.
Q. But boys and girls are different.
All two girls are different, and raising girls in one specific way destroys this individuality in favour of moulding girls to serve the same master. Still, the girls resist to live life on their own terms. If girls can be raised such that they know they can do anything they want, including not being girls, so too will boys raised as girls.
Q. Why not raise every girl as a boy?
Because if a girl does not exist among boys, then the girl is made.
Q. Why not raise girls and boys as themselves?
The self must be made in a world where girls and boys can first and foremost be themselves. One step towards this goal is to raise every boy as a girl.
Q. The way people raise girls is cruel, so why would you raise boys with that cruelty?
If you raise girls with cruelty, then you should stop being cruel to girls.
katsuki absolutely loves it when you sleep on top of him
the afternoon sun filtered through the dormitory curtains in soft strips of gold, the kind that made everything feel slower, quieter. like the world itself was taking a breath after the chaos of the day.
training had been brutal. even by u.a. standards, today’s session had wrung every ounce of energy from the students. endurance drills, strategy simulations, you name it all. and by the time everyone dragged themselves back to the dorms, most of them looked ready to collapse.
you were no different. your limbs felt heavy, your muscles still humming with exhaustion as you shuffled into your room, barely managing to kick your shoes off before dropping onto your bed with a tired groan. the mattress dipped under your weight, cool sheets against your warm skin, and you stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, letting the quiet settle into your bones.
a nap sounded heavenly. just a short one, no, thirty minutes or maybe an hour—before you had to deal with homework or dinner or whatever else the evening had planned.
your phone buzzed beside you just as your eyes began to flutter closed. the contact name made the corner of your lips lift instantly.
katsuki :3 is calling…
you answered lazily, voice soft with fatigue. “yeah?”
on the other end, his voice came out rougher than usual, like he’d also just collapsed somewhere. “what’re you doing?”
you shifted on your bed, turning onto your side and tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. “was about to take a nap,” you murmured honestly. “training drained all of my life.”
there was a brief pause. you could practically hear the way his brain worked during that silence—quick, decisive.
“…i’m coming over.”
you blinked. “huh? wait—katsuki—”
but the call had already ended.
you stared at your phone for a moment, confused but too tired to question it too much. if he was coming, he was coming. it wasn’t exactly unusual for him to barge into your room unannounced anyway. with a quiet sigh, you adjusted your pillow and closed your eyes again, the distant sounds of the dorm hallway fading into a sleepy blur.
a few minutes later, your door clicked open.
katsuki stepped inside without hesitation, closing it behind him with a soft push of his foot. his hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, ash-blond spikes a little messier than usual, and he wore nothing but a loose black shirt and sweatpants. he looked tired—shoulders relaxed in that rare way they only were when he was around you—but his sharp red eyes softened immediately when he saw you curled up on the bed.
you were already half-asleep.
your arm was draped over your pillow, breathing slow and heavy, clearly seconds away from drifting off completely.
“hmph,” he muttered quietly to himself, though there was no real annoyance in it.
he crossed the room in a few strides.
the mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed beside you. before you could fully process what he was doing, strong hands slid beneath your arms and waist. you let out a small, confused sound as the world shifted—suddenly lifted, repositioned.
“katsuki—?”
your eyes opened just enough to see him settling against the headboard, back propped up against the pillows. Then he pulled you down with him.
your legs ended up on either side of his waist, straddling him loosely while both of you leaned back into the mattress. his arms wrapped securely around you, one hand resting against your back as if anchoring you there. your chest rested against his, your head naturally falling against his shoulder.
it was surprisingly comfortable.
warm.
safe.
your sleepy brain struggled to catch up. “what are you doing…?” you mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.
you shifted slightly, about to climb off him, embarrassed now that you realized the position you were in.
but katsuki’s arm tightened immediately.
“stay still.”
his voice was low—firm, but not harsh.
you paused.
“you said you wanted to sleep,” he added, glancing down at you.
“…yeah,” you admitted.
“then sleep.”
you frowned faintly, still half-asleep. “but i’m… on top of you.”
“yeah,” he said bluntly. “and?”
you blinked at him, confused by how normal he seemed about it.
when you tried to move again, his hand slid up to the back of your head, gently pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“quit thinking so much,” he muttered. “just rest.”
the warmth of his body seeped into yours. his steady breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comforting weight of his arms—it all wrapped around your tired mind like a blanket.
your resistance lasted maybe five seconds.
“…okay.”
within minutes, your body completely relaxed against him. your grip on his shirt loosened, breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed you.
katsuki felt the exact moment you drifted off.
your muscles softened, your head growing heavier against his shoulder as you unconsciously snuggled closer. he let out a quiet breath.
“yeah,” he murmured under his breath.
this was exactly why he came over.
carefully, he shifted just enough to grab his phone from his pocket without disturbing you. one arm remained wrapped firmly around your waist while the other held the device up lazily. a random video played quietly on the screen—something dumb that kaminari had sent earlier—but katsuki barely paid attention to it. however, he made sure that he sent an insult to the group chat.
because most of focus stayed on you.
every now and then his eyes flickered down, watching the way your lashes rested against your cheeks. the faint crease between your brows slowly smoothed as sleep deepened. your hand had curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles brushing against his collarbone.
you looked so peaceful.
training days were always hard on you, he knew that. you pushed yourself just as much as anyone else—sometimes more. seeing you like this, completely relaxed, trusting him enough to fall asleep so easily…
it did something weird to his chest.
katsuki shifted his phone to the side for a moment.
his free hand moved almost automatically, fingers threading gently through your hair. not enough to wake you—just a soft, absentminded motion.
“tch,” he muttered quietly, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
he could feel all of you. from how your legs were tangled around his waist, down to the thought of your full weight resting on him.
and yet—
he wouldn’t move you for anything.
instead, he leaned his head back against the headboard, one arm still wrapped securely around you as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip.
a few minutes passed.
then ten.
then twenty.
the video on his phone changed nine times before he realized he hadn’t actually watched any of them.
his attention kept drifting back to you. the way you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing closer. the soft puff of breath against his collarbone. the faint warmth spread through his shirt where your cheek rested.
a small, almost invisible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“...we should do this more often,” he muttered under his breath.
the truth was, katsuki absolutely loved it when you napped on top of him. he loved the quietness you provided. loved knowing you felt safe enough to fall asleep like this. loved the way you instinctively curled into him like he was the most natural place in the world to rest.
his fingers continued absentmindedly brushing through your hair as he leaned his head slightly against yours.
and even an hour later, when his phone battery finally dropped to ten percent and the afternoon sunlight faded into evening—
he still didn’t move.
—
evening crept into the dorm slowly, the golden sunlight fading into softer shades of orange and pink that stretched across the walls of your room. the air had cooled just a little, the quiet hum of the building settling as most students were either resting, studying, or beginning to wander toward the kitchen for dinner. inside your room, however, nothing had changed much.
you were still fast asleep on top of katsuki.
your body had shifted at some point during your nap, legs now more loosely tangled around his waist while your head rested fully against his chest instead of his shoulder. your cheek was pressed right over his heart, and if you were awake, you might have noticed how steady and strong it sounded beneath your ear. one of your arms was lazily draped across his torso, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.
again, katsuki had not moved.
not once.
at first, he had been perfectly fine with it—more than fine, actually. this had been his whole idea. but after nearly an hour and a half of being pinned under you, his arm had started to go a little numb, and his back wasn’t exactly thrilled with the position either.
still, he refused to shift.
because every time you stirred slightly in your sleep, pressing closer to him with a small sigh, it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
he also managed to charge his phone using your charger and now it rested loosely in his hand, screen dimmed after he had stopped scrolling through it a while ago. at some point he had given up pretending he was doing anything other than watching you sleep.
“tch,” he muttered quietly under his breath.
you're really that tired, huh?
your breathing was slow and even, warm against his shirt. a few strands of your hair had fallen across your face, tickling his chin whenever you shifted slightly. he watched you for a moment longer before carefully lifting his free hand.
his fingers brushed the strands away from your face. the gesture was surprisingly gentle for someone like him.
you stirred slightly at the movement, nose scrunching faintly as you shifted against him. katsuki immediately froze, muscles locking up as he waited to see if you would wake up.
but you didn’t.
instead, you made a soft, sleepy sound and somehow managed to snuggle even closer. your arms tightened around him. your face buried deeper into his chest.
katsuki’s ears turned red instantly. “…oi.”
he glanced down at you like you had personally attacked him.
“you’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
of course, you didn’t respond.
you were completely unconscious.
after a moment, he sighed quietly and leaned his head back against the headboard again. his hand returned to your hair, fingers absentmindedly combing through the soft strands while his thumb occasionally brushed against your scalp.
it was quiet, peaceful even.
and katsuki may not fully admit it, but he liked this a lot more than whatever the hell everyone else was doing downstairs.
his gaze drifted toward the door when faint laughter echoed somewhere down the hallway. probably kaminari or mina being loud again. normally, katsuki would’ve gone out there just to yell at them.
but not today.
he looked back down at you.
your face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of how comfortable you looked curled against him. his hand paused briefly in your hair.
“…you’re too damn trusting,” he muttered.
hot that he’d ever do anything to break it. if anything, the way you trusted him like this only made something inside him tighten protectively.
another thirty minutes passed.
at some point, katsuki’s arm had shifted slightly under your back so you wouldn’t roll off him. his hand rested there now, large and warm, fingers spread comfortably against your side. your breathing has changed just a little—lighter now.
you were starting to wake up.
katsuki noticed immediately.
your lashes fluttered faintly, and your grip on his shirt tightened for a second before loosening again. you shifted, legs adjusting slightly around his waist.
“…mmm.”
your voice came out soft and groggy. your head moved just enough for you to blink slowly against his chest.
the first thing you registered was warmth.
the second thing was the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek.
your brain took a moment to catch up. then your eyes widened slightly.
“…katsuki?”
his voice came from above you, calm and slightly rough. “took you long enough.”
you lifted your head just enough to look at him. his red eyes stared back down at you, expression completely neutral like there was nothing unusual about the fact that you had been sleeping on top of him for hours.
“how long was i asleep?” you murmured, still clearly half-dazed.
“a while.”
“…you didn’t move?”
“no.”
your brows knit together slightly in confusion. “why not?”
katsuki scoffed quietly. “because you were sleeping, dumbass.”
you blinked at him. then your face slowly warmed when you realized the position you were still in. you were literally sprawled across him. your legs were still on either side of his waist. your arms are still loosely around him. your face immediately flushed.
“katsuki—baby, why didn’t you wake me up?!”
he rolled his eyes, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in them.
“why the hell would i do that?”
your embarrassment only grew.
“i’ve been laying on you the whole time!”
“and?”
you stared at him, baffled.
“and you’re probably uncomfortable!”
katsuki simply shrugged one shoulder.
“…wasn’t that bad.”
that was half a lie, but he wasn’t about to admit that his arm had gone numb twice.
you looked at him suspiciously for a moment before slowly relaxing again. your body sank back against him slightly, the last traces of sleep still clinging to you.
“…you’re weird,” you mumbled softly.
“shut up.”
but his hand returned to the back of your head anyway, gently pressing you back against his chest when you tried to sit up again.
you blinked in surprise.
“what are you doing?”
“still tired, right?” he muttered.
you hesitated. “yeah…a little."
“then stay.”
your heart skipped slightly at how casual he sounded about it. katsuki glanced down at you again, his expression softer than usual.
“…come one, babe. i don’t mind.”
and judging by the way his arm tightened slightly around your waist—
Viking!Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader x Viking!Bakugo Katsuki
Context: Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe
Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.
Growing up as the king’s youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddy’s little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? That’s fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend?
That was new.
You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didn’t mind the attention, it wasn’t what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy. It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of
friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldn’t leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them.
The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather
close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them.
They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and
seemed just as rowdy as the boys.
You watched all of them enviously.
“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.
The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.”
“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared.
He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.
“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you.
You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.”
Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.
He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t
help but soften at the look of him.
“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.”
“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends.
“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.”
“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him.
Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile.“Maybe you should calm down.” He offered.
Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-”
A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully
believing that it actually happened.
“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry.
Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.”
Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.”
That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day.
You ran.
You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was
behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down.
Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part. You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou.
Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting.
You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”
“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.
Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.
“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!”
“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.
All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?”
“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend.
Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you,
who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”
You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked.
“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you.
You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys.
The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.”
“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners.
“Were you bested by my daughter?”
Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-”
“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.
Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”
Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.”
Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.”
Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.”
After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them.
Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?
You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.
Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.
You weren’t a girl anymore to them.
You had to take your princess studies more seriously now. Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.
So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.
You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was
peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.
“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly.
Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer.
Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked.
The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t.
You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take
being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.”
The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't
be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.
They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.
Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” Heasked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how canwe get it?” He asked again.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you.
“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked “My father won’t allow it.”
“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”
Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll
make sure we’ll marry you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?”
Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?”
Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.”
“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again.
“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated.
“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused.
Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.”
You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared
at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.”
Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever
need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.
And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You
helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.
Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.
Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.
But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years. You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face point to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.
“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.
You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered.
Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated. You stiffened for a moment.
You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the
rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.
Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?”
You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her.
The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even
if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.
Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.
Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.
On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black face paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.
Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His
broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion
behind his eyes. The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here.
“Your majesties.” They both said.
Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my
good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!”
With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to
your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.
“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.
You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.
“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish…” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in/
“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.
You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her.
“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.”
You choked on your wine. “What?”
She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.”
Your ears started to ring at her words. “For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily.
She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.”
You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.
You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish.
Or was it?
You didn’t mind being selfish.
You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.
This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.
You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear.
Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.
“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.
“Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.
You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.
You gulped. “ Eijiro .” You whispered.
This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate
confidence and strength. A real Jarl.
“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.
Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked.
The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots? Then it hit you.
They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.
But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey. The wolves and the doe.
They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.
Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear.
That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.
You felt grateful you weren’t wearing a dress tonight. You probably would have been extremely handicaped due to it. You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you.
Maybe you could win.
Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play.
“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.”
Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared.
Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.
Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.
You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly.
Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.
Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the
energy out of you, leaving you breathless. The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your
head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making
him grunt.
Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered.
“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.
“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?”
“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked.
Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more.
Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.”
Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.
Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.”
You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?”
Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that
you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield,
princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.”
“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed.
Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-”
He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions.
Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”
“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are
already.” You let out with a sigh.
“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?”
Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.
Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.” “You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.
“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you.
Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”
Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.”
“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.
Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”
“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together.
It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.
A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true love’s kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning, a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.
A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.
They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman who’s prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.
There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.
Many kinds of love exist. It doesn’t all have to be romantic.
i need to get off tumblr i’m at the aquarium admiring the fish and my brain goes “posts that make you want to get in the water” what are you talking about. these are live fish in the room with you. what post.
There’s art twitter drama about some creators making chiikawa style warrior cats plushies. And everytime it comes across my feed I have to stop myself from going “I think copyright is fake as shit and artists should be allowed to do whatever they want. #FuckCopyrightLaws”. I just have to go clock “not interested” everytime it pops up
Idk everytime this discourse comes around it just makes me realize a lot of artist thinks of themselves as temporarily embarrassed millionaires who if they defend copyright law just this time it’s good. Like boringgggg . People should be allowed to make whatever art they want . Share whatever art they want. Copyright law is just fake bullshit made up by large companies to make more money.
bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
hi, filipino here. just want to say that our independence day is june 12, not july 4. july 4 is when the united states government decided that they would recognize our freedom, specifically because it is your independence day and they wanted to cement their cultural hegemony over our country. and because of their influence on our country this was recognized for a time as our independence day. we still commemorate it, but i hope you can understand why we don’t want our independence day to be associated so closely with our former colonizer. it wasn’t even a work holiday for us.
june 12 is the day that we filipinos declared our own independence for ourselves, and that is what we celebrate as independence day
