#alternative reality

[acrknowyou]

Life Eternal [JAYVIK]

CW: gaslight / fake reality

Angsty fake reality again, with Viktor fabricating a little fantasy for Husk Jayce to live in, but Jayce ending up realizing it's all play pretend. If he decides to accept the truth or keep living in the fantasy is up to you

[upstairsdownstairsandinbetween]

"Stone 27," Burning Man, 2019 festival (Black Rock Desert, Nevada)

Courtesy: Benjamin Langholz

[everlasting-everlong]

Closer

| Wc: 09.2k | m.list | Tags: Alternate Reality - Fantasy Au, Katsuki Bakugo / Fem! Reader, arranged marriage, no proofread, smut, implications - breeding, slight degradation, unprotected sex, MNDI! 18+, oral stimulation R! Receiving, clitoral stimulation r! Receiving. Ft. Dragon-hybrid Kirishima | Summary | Childhood friends from neighbouring kingdoms were estranged one fateful day, only to be assigned an arranged marriage amongst them to keep harmony between disagreeable customs.

"C'mon!" You laughed, pulling a young Katsuki behind you. "For the potion to work, we need the river water!" You explained in a fit of giggles while Katsuki somewhat protested. The two of you were making a concoction of all sorts of things. A small glass jar filled with sludge, mint leaves, bark, and a random white plant that you hopefully identified as yarrow. The last thing needed in your 'magic healing potion' was fresh river water from a flowing stream.

"This stuff doesn't actually work." He huffed, "You're not actually a magic healer, y'know." But at last, he still followed you to the river. His protests didn't die down when both of you got to the river. Touching the water with his hand to assess the temperature, he watched you kneel at the edge of the flowing water. Katsuki let out a soft, short chuckle to himself, "If you fall in, I'll laugh."

"Then I'll laugh with you!" You beamed towards him, capturing the last ingredient in the glass jar, sealing the lid tightly and shaking up the mixture. "Show me your leg!" You demanded with ease, remembering the fresh wound on Katsuki's leg due to him falling off a fallen tree while he was trying to become a 'leader'.

"What?!" He exclaimed his eyes quickly glancing to his clothed leg, "No! I will not!" Katsuki crossed his arms, watching you pout and plead to him.

"C'mon, Kats! Pretty, pretty please?! I wanna know if it will work!"

"Ugh, fine." He pulled up the baggy, brown linen pants up to his knee. Exposing the healing scar that cut deep on his calf. "This is stupid." he mumbled out, feeling the cold, wet, thick emulsion on his calf, "This isn't gonna work, don't get your hopes up."

"Yes it will! You gotta belive it!" Ever the optomist, you kept your hopes up. Even if it turned out wrong you were ready to tweak it until it did. Wild herbs, medicine and healing techniques always peaked your intrest, wanting to heal the unfortunate with a smile on your face.

He waited a whole day for the 'potion' to work, watching the mud dry and crack on his skin. "Stupid thing, wasting my time on it." He grumbled, drawing squiggles with a stick in the mud. You went back home for the day, back to the palace you belonged to while he stayed with his tribe.

Kirishima came up behind him, his black hair wild and messy that hung loosly framing his face. Coming back from an escapade from the mountains with a basket filled with unique items requested from the tribe. "Did you miss me?" His sharp toothed grin shined towards Bakugo, teasing his bonded partner. "Or were you too busy with her to think of me." Kirishima nudged him, sitting closing beside the already annoyed barbarian prince.

"You're not even back for two minutes and you've manage to annoy me." He huffed with a undenable tilt of the corner of his lips. "I could have came if she wasn't requested to come." Bakugos eyebrows furrowed, looking at the basket, "Thats.. it? They seriously sent you out just for... three items?"

"Yeah! Said it was important! Next time we'll go together! I'm getting stronger!" He smiled, his gaze looking at the princes leg, "What's that?"

"Hm?" Bakugo hummed, becoming flustered as he followed Kirishimas line of sight, "Stupid 'healing' magic. Haven't washed it off yet."

"Really? Thats so cool! Did she make it?"

"Yeah she did. Said it's supposed to work or whatever."

A rude awakening woke Katsuki up, his hybrid-dragon jumping on his bed and more importantly ontop of him as well. "Up! I've been waiting for forever!" Kirishima enthusicatically said, sprawling out beside the sleepy blonde boy. "The king and queen of Sarqora are here"

Katsuki knew that also meant that you were in his sovereingty, it wasn't often that your parents came up. Only when important matters were involved between the two kingdoms. That also means he knew you were coming into his room at any second - being hushed off from the 'adult' matters to play with the barbaric prince and his bonded dragon.

As clockwork you bursted through the door - practice ease as you memorized where his room was located. Standing there with your hair done neat, the ends curled and two soft pig-tails with bows in them sitting at the top of your head. Wearing a ivory linen chisme with a navy blue kirtle that was lightly tied up in the back. While katsuki was still in his cotten tunic and a matching pair of loose-fitting shorts.

His face burnt a bright red, pulling the covers up higher, "Everybody out!"

You and the dragon-hybrid let out a fit of giggles, leaving the room together and standing outside of the closed door. "Did he just wake up or something?" You asked Kirishima in a small hush of giggles after hearing Bakugos scolding from the other side of the door. The black hair boy nodded his head enhusiastically, "Mhmmhm! I had to come wake him up! It's not often that he sleeps in, I feel a little bad for pouncing on him."

"Pouncing on him?" You tilted his head, imagining the high-spirit boy rudely awakening his tempered friend.

"Yeah, but I was requested to by his parents! They said today is an imporant day cause you were coming! I dunno what they were talking about" He shrugged off, jumping from topic to topic with you until Bakugo finally emerged from the room. Wearing the proper clothing that was left on his dresser early in the morning, ruby red acessories that brought out his eyes.

Before anything could be said, Kirishima broke the ice - bringing you and Katsuki out to the garden to play. Passing by the conference room to hushed argumentitive whispered muffled by the thick metal door. Trying to catch a sliver of information to no avail, passing it off as unimportant until brought to attention.

Moments before you came to the Basilisk kingdom for the meetings between superiors, you overheard your parents discussing arrangments and 'location disturbal' - trying your hardest to understand the conversation but to no avail.

Out in the garden the three children were playing around the flowers, a friendly game of hide and seek. You were crouched near a hedge of roses, thorns sharp and pointed towards your skin. Kirishima was the seeker, standing at the entrance of the boistorous freshed-bloomed flowers. Katsukis location was unknown as he went the opposite direction of you - of course he knew the location like the back of his hand. Therefore he always had the advantage against you but was almost an equal with his counterpart.

"Here I come!" Kirishimas voice loudly rang out, begining his search.

Stiffling your giggles, listening to his footsteps run around with the occasional twig cracking under his steps. It felt like time passed slowly as you awaited to be caught - it wasn't the best hiding spot, easily could be sniffed out. Looking at your surroundings, there were different colours of roses in precise rows. Tulips weren't far off and above the tulips you could see a bush of lilies overgrowing most of the garden.

Hanging above the garden was a weeping willow tree, the leaves cascading down in thick sections; making it hard to look inside to the branches. It was rumoured that this was a sacrade tree of the land, one that people seak wisdom from. Your eyes traveled around the tree, squinting closely through the gaps of the leaves - there comfortably sat in the nook of the trunk and a branch as if he was taking a nap.

Compromising your spot, you snuck around to the back end of the tree. Too small to climb up by yourself, trying to get Katsukis attention without Kirishima noticing.

"Psst! Kat!"

He looked down from his spot, a smirk on his lips. "Jealous of my amazing spot?" He shot back, maintaining the same volume as yours. Katsuki carefully moved around, thinking about the situation he will get himself into if he let you up.

"Why should I?"

"Don't be mean!"

Bakugo extended his hand down, using all his might to help you up the thick trunk of the large tree. "You gotta do some work! You're heavy!" He grunted out.

Once you finally got up with him, both shimmying around to find a equilibrium between the two of you in the nook - your dress was covered in bark and debris. Out of breath, your chest huffed in a short pant and so did his.

"My dress..." You pouted softly, trying to brush off the dirt with the palm of your hand, "My parents said not to get this one dirty this time. Shucks, how am I supposed to explain this?"

"Don't matter, it's just a dress. It can be washed." Katsuki commented, raising an eyebrow at your attempts to wipe the traces of dirt clean. "Plus it's a dark colour, I doubt they would even notice it."

"Trust me, they definetly will. They notice everything."

He watched your expression fall, hand movements growing more frantic. There wasn't nothing he could do about the situation, "lighten up, you're up here with me. How often do you get to climb trees and get dirty?" Even though his tone was rough it still had an underlined hint of comfort.

"Yeah...but..." your trouble tone irked him, he didn't see the point of being worried about a speck of dirt. All considering he was caked in mud and other unexplainable things daily. To Katsuki it seemed useless, as his mother always told him 'it could be easily washed off'.

"Hey. I said don't worry about it." He explained again, nudging your knee with his. "Your stupid healing stuff, I guess it worked-ish." Lifting up the dirt stained pants to show the lightly healed scar. "My leg just smelled like.. dirty mint."

"Wow!" You gushed, looking at the scar, "It really worked?! That's amazing!"

"Found ya! Both!" Kirishimas voice rang out from under you two, looking down he was jumping happily in his spot. With ease, the boy climbed up to join the party. "It's cozy up here! Enough room for all of us!" His toothed smile lit up the area, climbing a branch above you.

"Hey! No fair!" Katsuki protested, climbing up higher than Kirishima "No one's allowed to be above me! My orders!" He laughed with ego, claiming his spot above all. "If any of you come up here, I'll kick you down!"

Instead of protesting, Kirishima let out a soft hum and smile. Looking down at you who rested on the lowest branch. "Come join me up here" Kirishima reached his hand down, ready to assist you.

Taking his hand, he helped you onto his branch. Letting you get in a comfortable spot before he could. Still, Katsuki stood tall above both of you - looking over the land that was going to be his one day.

The day went on and the sun went down. As the sky turned a gradiant hue of orange and pinks, your hair was frazzled and your dress having soft tears and stains. The boys were wrestling with each other, rolling around on the dewy grass while you watched them.

Hearing your parents call for your departure. It was the time you dreaded, having to go back home and act like the princess you were supposed to be. Being scolded about the conditions you were left in instead of how you came. "I gotta go." You pouted, getting up from the bench and brushing yourself off.

Kirishima was the first to pout, letting out a loud whine "Already? I feel like you just got here though!"

Katsuki was silent, looking off into the distance with an unreadable expression on his face. His lips pressed in a thin line as he got up, "Let's go then." he said, leading the way inside of the palace. Whenever it was time to leave, Katsuki picked up the habit to walk you back to the entrance. Not wanting you to get lost and not wanting to get scolded by his parents either.

You followed him, talking to Kirishima the whole time. He tried to convince you to stay, using every excuse to tell your parents to convince them to let you spend the night.

"I'm sorry, Ej. I would love to, but I can't" You explained softly, holding his hand as the two of you walked side by side. That earned a quick glance from Katsuki, keeping his head straight and staying silent the whole walk back. Listening to the background conversation that you provided through the dull and empty halls.

"Please, Princess! You never stay the night!"

"I don't have any extra clothing, nor do I have any belongings."

"Don't start speakin' fancy on me now! You're not even out of the doors yet!" The hold on your hand tightened from the whiney boy.

"I am not speaking fancy!" You protested, "It's just-"

Katsuki spoke up, his gaze still foward, "What you're taught? You're gonna abide by their rules for what? Because you're a princess? You don't hear me speaking all that nonsense prissy vocabulary they try to force onto me."

"They don't force it on me, Katsuki!"

"Yeah, Yeah. Whatever, I don't wanna hear it." He snapped back, "if you want to be a princess and abide by that, go ahead. I ain't gonna stop you but don't try to deny the truth."

Rolling your eyes, letting go of Kirishima hand as you emerged out of the front door. Looking at your impatient parents standing by the carriage. Your mother taking a quick glance at your condition and letting out a loud tsk. "That dress was expensive, sweetheart. I told you not to ruin it, and look at your pretty hair. You're a mess."

Your father stayed silent, assesing the two boys who stood at your sides. Opening the carriage door for you and your mother to enter. "Get in, were going."

Kirishima pulled you back, engulfing you in a rather large hug for someone of his size. You looked at Katsuki who had a scowl on his face and a crossed arm, closed off body language.

"Til again." You curtsied at the prince, giving him a slight nod of the head. Changing your tone towards Kirishima, "Bye-bye, Ej!"

Waving them both goodbye as you left in the expensive carriage, the atmosphere crushing you with a gloomy intenseity. Neither of your parents spoke to you, not daring to sneak a glance towards you either.

"How...Was the meeting?" You tried to pipe up becoming barried under the deafening silence. "Well, I had fun." Trying again to engage in a conversation between your stoic parents.

Finally your mother cleared his throat, "You won't be going back there for a while. You're becoming to independent. It's cause of their influence that our kindgom will crumbl and we will not subdeu to their savage ways. Not now, at least." Her eyes were sharp, locked on you as she continued to barrade their ways and your disipline that was slowly perishing. "What about everything I taught you? Have you retained nothing, it's a pity. You're a mess, from now starting you're going to be put under intense supervision in the palace and resume your training. Until you're old enough to wed, you will have compact freedom under my conditions."

A meak response came out of your mouth, "That means I wont see my friends again?"

"No."

"But I- I don't wanna! I don't wanna, I don't want to!" You cried, looking out the window where your friends kingdom stood. "I wanna go back! I dont wanna go home! Mommy, please!"

"Sit properly, princesses dont wail like bansees. Its unspeakable."

"I don't wanna be a princess!"

Your father finally spoke up, banging his hand against the door, "Excuse me? Do you dare to repeat that, young lady?" His tone was sharp, leaving no room for mistakes, and he wasn't going to tolerate disrespect from a child.

"No," You tried to cover up your tears, wiping them as fast as they fell, "No, sir, sorry, sir."

Now grown from under the intense conditions your parents sprung upon you, speaking prim, outfits pristine and elegant, a perfect doll that was moulded from the ground up. Unable to remember the faces of the boys you once considered your friends. From children to now, adults who are ready to rule their kingdoms once the time comes.

Often thinking about what the prince of the neighbouring kingdom was up to, how he changed and what didn't change. Stuck in the library, studying up on the wild medicine identification books - fulfilling your need for the closest thing to being outside of the castle walls once again.

"Princess? The King and Queen request your appearance in the throne room. Quickly, the queen demanded." A messenger came around, giving a soft bow in your presence.

"Thank you," you curtseyed back, putting the book to the side and beginning your dreaded journey to the thrones.

Walking through the intricate doors onto the runway, ivory carpet leading to the throne where your parents sat, clearly disrupting their very important conversation. Both of their mouths snapped shut. Your mother was the first to speak, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"You are being wed next Saturday."

Feeling your head spin and your heart stop, questions racing through your mind. It was obvious from your face going pale that you were experiencing a storm of internal conflict and confusion.

"It is to keep kingdoms at peace. An agreement we had set for ages as old as time."

"And I wasn't told of this till now?"

"Ah, no contractions. Try again," she scolded sharply.

"And why was I not informed of this till now, Mother?"

"Because it did not concern you until now."

"So now I am being shipped off to a random kingdom to wed a random man whom I do not know will be compatible or not?"

She raised an eyebrow at your growing tone, the ends of her lips downturned, putting her chin up and looking down at you, "It is unacceptable for a princess to raise her tone. It does not matter if the prince you are to wed is compatible or not; what matters is a treaty between kingdoms. Your responsibilities come first, not your feelings."

"I am twenty-three. Old enough to be able to make my own decisons independently." You shot back, trying to cover some ground of confidence towards the stone wall presented in front of you.

"You are merely a child."

"I am an adult, mother."

She scoffed, crossing her legs, "You are a princess, not some peasant. Commoners would be licking fieces off the ground to be put in your position. Be grateful, spoiled brat."

Looking towards your usually unhelpful father, who proved himself once again with his stoic words. "You are getting married. That is final."

Holding in the distasteful words circling on the tip of your tongue, "Am I dismissed now?"

"Yes, run along now." Your mother dismissed you with a shoo of her hand, ushering you along like a pesky animal.

As you walked through the door, her voice rang out from behind you, "Oh? And you'll be meeting him tomorrow. Be prepared to go to his walls."

Going back to your chambers, flopping onto your bed with your stomach down and letting out a yell into the fluffy sheets. A headache forming at the temples of your head, and that familiar pit of anxiety. Until you remembered you're leaving the palace walls for the first time in a long time.

That put a smile on your face. Now you couldn't wait to get out - now your future husband was your out.

The day couldn't have come faster, dressed up in a rich forest green dress. Your hair was placed out of your face with a plain matching ribbon acting as a replacement headband. The tailor tightening your corsette just enough to be uncomfortably comfortable,

"Excited for today, princess?" She asked, tying up the strings

"You could say." You hummed, looking out the window that looked over the walls.

"I would be, I heard you are marrying a hunk. A leader," she brought your attention back towards the mirror. Winking at you as she got up, dusting her pants off and leaving you alone in the room.

Making sure you had all your belongings for the day, stepping outside of the main entrance to your awaited ride. Happily getting in, excited for the fact that you were going out, more importantly, alone. Riding up the mountain to the neighbouring castle, which seemed unfamiliar at this point in your life.

Arriving at the smaller castle, it intimidated you. Not being here in years until now, the puzzles are clicking into place that this is where you will wed, and the man you are marrying was your childhood friend.

An escort was waiting for you by the doors, eagerly walking you through the palace, which appeared to be larger on the inside. Walking through the maze of the hallways, taking sharp turns unexpectedly, until the two of you stopped in front of a closed door.

"He's in here, princess." The escort hummed, "I'll leave you to it."

"Ah, what room is this?" You asked, wondering why it had a distinctive scent of fatty linseed oil.

"The studio, princess. Take care," He bowed, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Turning on his heel and leaving you alone with the looming door. Looking back at the door that held your future husband on the other side, the reason for coming here was to get familiarized with the unusual customs and traditions.

You pushed the door open - outstretched on the chaise lounge chair was the boy you once knew. Shirtless with the mantle draped over his shoulders, Ruby red cloth with a dull white fur; clearly worn a lot. Along with only a pair of lioncloth undergarments to cover his hidden sheath between his legs. Being hand-fed grapes by his bright-red hair dragon companion. A stern look on both of their faces, not looking at the painter but at each other.

Bakugo's face expressed a boredom only a muse would know when being painted. Restless and a hint of annoyance as well.

The arist spoke up, not caring that you just entered the door, "whoever you are, can't you see we are busy. If the prince is needed, it shall wait till I finish their faces."

The canvas had a rough outline of the sections he worked on. Detailed with pinpoint accuracy as if it were instilled in time. The painting was almost done, it seemed like. As if they were working on this rather large project for a while now.

Giving them time, you left the room without knowing if they even caught a glance of who you were - or if they did, would they recognize you after all these years?

Exploring the palace, dragging your hand against the texture of the walls. Analyzing all the paintings hung on the walls, it smelled dusty inside the palace. Filled with an unexplainable spice and musk, along with a hint of something citrusy sweet. You couldn't help but huff it in, walking the path towards the beautifully well-kept garden.

It seemed like nothing had changed since you were last here, the garden still a vivid green, the even brighter flowers threatening to steal the show. Even the weeping willow was exactly the same, walking towards the base of the trunk as the memories came back to you.

Mourning the time you were too small to climb the trunk without the help of your companions, all the times that you wished you were old enough to do it independently, and feeling sentimental about how you left things off between you and Katsuki.

Humming to yourself as you waited, listening to the sounds of the nature surrounding you. Smelling the flowers to determine which was your favourite.

"Princess!" A cheerful voice called behind you, before you could turn around, their hands engulfed your waist, giving you a hug from behind. Spinning you around to face him was the dragon-hybrid who changed his appearance.

He seemed almost brighter in a way, more radiant and a contagious happiness that rubbed off on you. "I missed you, princess." He clumsily bowed out of respect for your title.

"Oh my," You giggled, giving back a polite curtsy, "How I yearned for your enthusiasm, Kirishima." Looking past his broad shoulders, but Bakugo wasn't there. "You have grown so... large." You stated, sizing him up subtly.

"Ah? This?" He sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck, a tinge of pink dusting the apples of his cheeks, "it's nothin' really. Gotta be chauvinistic, y'know. Never know who needs protecting." Kirishima gleamed, giving you a thumbs-up with pride.

Letting out a soft giggle, "So chivalry is not dead yet, it appears?" You couldn't help but let out the slightest tease with him. Missing the playful interactions between the two of you, "Where is Bakugo?" You asked, looking around for him.

"Him? He had to get changed and make a presence at a meeting before coming to find you."

"Ever the busy, is he?"

"Of course, my princess. He's a reputable man."

"I did not peg him to be."

Kirishima laughed, leading you around the outskirts of the perimeter, "Trust me, he hates every second of it."

Reminding yourself of how stubborn that boy used to outwardly hate the boring responsibilities, priding himself on the glorious combat side of the barbarian ways.

"You look rather ravishing, princess. You didn't need t'get so dolled up for us." He nudged your arm, careful not to be too rough with you. The last thing Kirishima wanted to do was overcross the undisclosed boundaries.

"Ever cunning, are you not? It is like you never changed since I had to leave."

"Ya'could say that. I just speak the truth!" He laughed.

Noticing that he walked around the grass barefoot, not often did you see that lost form of performance anymore. Clearing your throat, you kept your eyes forward, "and that painting?"

"That old thing? I swear I become sore after every session. It's an arm workout for sure! Phew." He rubbed his voluminous bicep, "We've been working on it for almost a week now. I dunno what it's for, but it's sure as hell boring just standing there for hours while the sun rises. Can't talk or nothin', just there posin' like a statue."

"I see." Letting out a low hum, approaching the luxurious fountain, the two of you settled there. Falling into a comfortable conversation, catching up on the lost time.

"When did you go red?" You asked, touching his spiked hair without permission. Realizing what you did, immediately withdrawing your outstretched hand, "Sorry, I- I mean, may I touch your hair?"

"You don't have to ask! I don't mind at all!" He grabbed your hand, guiding it to the top of his head, "I went red when I was a pre-teen. If I recall correctly, it was around when I was about fourteen?" He questioned himself, trying to remember the exact year he changed his hair colour.

"A bold change, is it not?" You questioned, with a tilt of your head.

"As bold as I want to become!"

The conversation continued peacefully, and he was asking follow-up questions - an active listener to your words.

"Yo," Bakugo's voice cut through the melodious ease of conversation, adding himself into the equation.

"Katsuki! Finally, care to join us?!" Kirishima offered.

Your heart skipped a beat. From the last time you saw him, he was as small as you, putting the two of you on an equal footing, but now he was rather large. Not as broad-shaped as Kirishima, but his body was rather impressive for him. He has grown into his ego, carrying himself with a confident pride that was often mistaken for a cocky ego.

Standing up, you felt short, quickly figuring out how to greet him after all these years. It wasn't as easy with Bakugo as it was with Kirishima; you couldn't hug and make up. The man wasn't known for easy forgiveness.

Giving him an instinctual curtsey, grabbing the hips of your dress to accompany the formal greeting, "Hello, Bakugo. It is nice to see you once again." Watching his face twitch into a scowl

"Cut the shit. I don't wanna hear that frilly bullshit."

"I do not understand what you mean by that, Bakugo. Care to elaborate?"

"That prissy shit? You seriously can't hear yourself? You sound insane," he growled, jutting his chin away from you and puffing his chest out.

"Seriously? We have not properly been around each other for less than five minutes, and you are already trying to aggravate me? Classic." You scoffed, crossing your arms, "You are so infuriating, I forgot about that closed-mindedness of yours."

"Talk to me when you're not under a brainwashed mindset converted from your privileged hierarchy."

"What are you on about?" You snapped back, irked at his implication that you weren't authentic.

"Hey- let's take a breather-" Kirishima butted in, using his body as a divider between you two. That sharp-tooth smile never faded off his face, "Let's do something fun together! Let's have a bonding experience, maybe we can squash our differences? hm? sounds fun to me!"

"Tsk, I have better things to attend to," Bakugo grumbled, walking away from the situation.

The look on Kirishima's face fell for a moment, glancing at his partner walking away, then back at you. "Wait here, I'll convince him to give it a chance, after all, you're becoming wed next Saturday, right? Ya gotta somewhat tolerate each other." He shot you a wink, calling out after the prince while he hurried after him.

"Seriously, dude? Your parents ordered you to spend time with her before the ceremony - you gotta get to know her at least."

"No."

"Stop being stubborn, man."

Bakugo paused, standing in place and thinking over his words. Turning around to face Kirishima, he grabbed the belt of the dragon-hybrids' pants, pulling him closer in a low growl. Unphased as ever, Kirishima just let out a soft sigh.

"Imagine how she feels, bro. Being dropped back into a world of the unknown."

Mulling over his options, he let out a scoff. Locking eye contact with Kirishima, Bakugo's voice was low and gruff. "Exactly. The unknown. She'll die out here if even a speck of dirt touches her porcelain skin. She's like a doll, no longer the woman I used to know. Give her a chance? For what - to listen to her bitch about shit I don't care about?" He let go of Kirishima's belt, "Now fuck off, I have more important shit to do."

"Think about it," he proposed, leaving Katsuki alone as he requested. Coming back to you with a smile on his face, wanting you to stay desolate from the prince's opinion.

"Are you just spending the day, princess?" Kirishima asked, approaching you sitting by the fountain's edge.

"It appears so. I do not know when my next arrival will be. Unfortunately, I am under a tight schedule as the princess. It might be a day from now, or if I had to guess, the day of the wed."

His face fell, "That... sucks."

"It is my due diligence."

Thinking about the exciting experience he could give you. An idea came to the forefront of his mind. "How about we explore the forest, take a walk to the riverbed?" He suggested, "Don't fret, I'll protect you."

"Is that not dangerous?" But that rebellious independence prodding at you, wanting to break free from the shackles of pretentiousness.

"I can feel you're conflicted. No one's going to put your head on the stake if you do what your heart desires. Embrace the freedom when you're with me."

Instinctively nodding, you found yourself rising beside him, following his lead out to the river. "I have not been here in forever." Gushing over the beautiful, flushed scenery as you passed it by. "May I ask why you are not wearing any shoes?"

"Don't need them." He shrugged, "What's wrong with being connected to nature through my feet?" Kirishima chuckled, spreading his toes in the grass. "You can do this as well, princess. No one is stopping you but yourself."

"It is so... unsanitary, what if something attacks my feet?"

That earned a loud bark from Kirishima, "Don't worry about that! I'll save you from the pesky ants." He kneeled to the ground, ready to take off your shoes for you, "May I?"

Place your right foot on the top of his knee. He carefully slipped off the leather shoe that captured your feet. Exposing your toes to the cold, dewy grass. "ew!" You laughed in disbelief, the princess persona slipping with the unfamiliar experience. "This feels so weird! it- it's awesome." The contractions came back into your vocabulary; no matter how many times you got disciplined for it, contractions were in your nature.

Kirishima carried both of your shoes, letting them hang off of his fingers as he led you further into the trees and closer to the rushing river. "Pretty neat," He commented, winking in your direction.

"And here it is, princess. Your beloved water source."

The edges of the river were softer than last time, with a bend further down the line. It smelled like a natural water source, rather than the water in the ponds of your designated backyard of the palace.

"It is.." You began, Kirishima finishing your sentence, "Peaceful?"

Finding yourself nodding in agreement, "I missed this. I missed you. I wish Bakugo were here, though. I understand that he is busy; He is a prince after all." Sucking in a sharp breath, and putting a few of your fingers into the chilled water.

"I missed you more, princess." He hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side as the two of you watched the flow.

The day of the ceremony came faster than you expected. Dressed up in a white V-neck handfasting dress - sleeves that came down to your wrists, flared around the elbow. A ruby-red leather belt and a matching heavy, bright red mantle lined with white fur. Regalia that matched the rustic, barbaric type of ceremonial wear. A thick red choker that had an emblem which rested on the middle of your chest.

Not a single hair on your head strayed off, placed perfectly in the designated area. Being placed in the carriage, the windows were shaded from the inside so neither party could see what the carriage carried.

You watched the woman who was making the final alterations to your dress through the large mirrors in front of you. She was humming to herself, catching your longing gaze through the reflections.

"What questions do you have, princess?"

" If I run away, would you tell anyone?"

She let out a soft laugh, "I would have to mandatorily report you to the Kings and Queens about your forfeit towards this marriage."

Letting out a soft sigh, "What are the rates of divorce?"

"Very low around here, princess. But it's not against the regulations for said divorce."

"Oh. Okay?" You nodded, watching her finish up in the large mirror. Looking at yourself, a pristine appearance despite wearing non-traditional wedding clothing from your kingdom.

The ceremony began not long after, holding your bouquet of fresh, vivid flowers. Standing on the other side of the door by the altar stood Katsuki, your husband to be - it made you nervous not knowing what the future held for the two of you.

The door simultaneously opened, revealing you to the large crowd. Both palaces nobels sitting in the designated seats on the floor. The community that could afford the showing sat in the higher sections on the second floor. The room stilled with a silence, the queue for the live band to play the chosen instrumental.

It was a simple but elegant design of the ceremony. The colours a deep wine red and an airy ivory. Fresh flowers are making their picked debut around the arch. At the stand was Katsuki, standing tall and proud. His chest puffed, and his arms were strongly by his side. He was wearing an outfit harmonious with yours. A corset that cinched his waist, red boning striking against the white cotton. A mantle hung off of his shoulders, matching yours, but his looked thicker and heavier. Silver cuffs up his ears, a red decorative claw on the lobes.

Walking down the aisle to him, looking at all the faces in the crowd. Scanning to whom was your bridesmaid, there were none, but standing by Bakugo's side was Kirishima - of course, he would be, they're a packaged duo. In Kirishima's hand was the pillow where your rings neatly sat on top.

Standing in front of Katsuki, the priest began to speak. Reciting the rehearsed speech to those who cared to hear it. You zoned out with your gaze on your fiancé. Flowers were awkwardly in your hand, unable to hold them until he caught your gaze, bringing you back to the present. Signalling to put the flowers in a pocket on the arch, making it fuller, and your hands are now free to hold his.

"What, you didn't have a rehearsal?" he mumbled under his breath.

"No? Did you?"

"Duh." He squeezed your hands, focusing on which part of the speech the priest was on. "You look... not shitty."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Take it as one, princess."

Bakugo cleared his throat, speaking his vows. It was clear from his tone that he wanted to get it over and done with, not caring about the imagery or the vanity. When it was your turn for the vows, you spoke clumsily and unprepared. Having to rattle off the words that first came into your head.

"You may now kiss." The priest announced, stepping out of the way to keep the spotlight on the newlyweds.

Staring at each other, both reluctant to lean in first. From his crimson eyes to the pink hue on his lips, you caught him glancing, but this only lasted for a few seconds before his hands traveled to your waist - pulling you in close and dipping you before pressing his lips against yours. The crowd roared with hollers and applause; the clapping boomed into your eardrums.

Feeling his large hands tighten around you as he kept you stable, the kiss was powerful and rough. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body and deeper into his lips. Once the kiss ended, he gently pulled you up, taking your hand in his and leaving the ceremony.

"What is the itinerary?" You asked, wanting to be updated on the scheduled plan.

"Do you not know anything?" He scoffed, "There's a feast first, then we party. Drinking and fighting."

"And fighting?"

"Are you deaf? Your pretty ass doesn't have to do shit, doll. Just sit there like you're unattainable." He walked you towards the outdoors, where the rest of the night will take place. There was already a hefty number of people, already drinking out of the cups and bottles they brought. "Ya drink?" He asked, walking towards the alcohol stand, pouring himself a drink and expectedly waiting to pour you one as well.

"Uhm, it is not my favourite. I mean, I do not really drink..." You shyly swayed in place, picking the dirt under your nails.

"You're gonna start tonight. It's not bad." He pushed the drink into your hand, watching you take the first sip.

Your face contorted, lips pouty, and eyebrows furrowed, "Ugh, is it supposed to taste like this?"

"Yup, get used to it, princess."

Feeling a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, "There's my favourite couple! How's married life? Everything you wished for and more?" Kirishima spoke above your shoulder.

"Shut it." Katsuki retorted, subtly asking Kirishima if he wanted a drink.

"Not for me tonight, I'm on guard duty until the festia's over."

Butting into the silent conversation they were having with their eyes, "Guard duty? How come?"

Kirishima unwrapped himself from you, standing beside Katsuki instead. "Gotta protect you two, direct orders."

The night continued on, a loud energetic energy radiating through the space. Eating a pig roasting over a fire - then came the drinking songs, the chugging contests, and now came the night of physical endurance contests. The biggest men are fighting each other for glory and pride. Your husband was in the centre of it all as they fought for approval and mates. Katsuki defended himself, instincts as sharp as a wild animal - pouncing on those who got too close. Blood was drawn, skin was opened, and bruises were formed. You couldn't watch, feeling nauseous over the metallic smell infecting your nostrils.

Instead, Kirishima distracted you - giving a play-by-play and normal conversation through it all. "Pretty neat, hm?"

"They do this all the time?"

"Only for important events. Just a way to show pride, y'know what they say, 'no guts, no glory'"

"How do they know when to call it quits?"

"Honestly, princess. This is pretty mild compared to the last event; the last guy was hospitalized pretty badly."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothin'," he laughed, "How come you haven't finished your drink yet?"

"It tastes... awful."

He patted your thigh, humming to himself. "Looks like Katsuki reigns the winner once again."

Finally, you looked towards the crowd, now instead of fighting, men lay on the floor - panting and bloody. Some were dragged out of the field to get medical aid while Katsuki stood proudly, staring directly at you. You couldn't help but blush, looking at his bare, bloodied torso that wasn't his blood on him. Not even a single scratch on his sculpted body, but for the redness on his knuckles.

He took his mantle back as he walked towards your seat, grabbing an extra to sit beside you. "You didn't even watch."

"I saw the ending."

He nodded, cracking his nuckles. Sitting manspread on the seat, showcasing his ego through his body language. "Bored?" he asked.

"Not bored, I think the alcohol is making me tired."

"That wasn't even half a drink, don't be a lightweight."

"And how much did you have? I only saw you have one."

"I don't need to drink excessively to be strong, princess. Liquor doesn't give me the courage I already have."

Mulling over the events that happened today, the kiss is at the forefront of your mind. Replaying the scenes repeatedly, a light blush on your face that could be passed off as being tipsy. Blurting out your insecurities, "Did you enjoy our kiss?"

"No." He shot down, hands resting on his thighs - watching the people dance and mingle. "Don't care for forced kissin', fuck, I don't even care for public affection, I'm just doing this shit cause I hav'ta."

"So... What does that mean for us?"

"It means do your own shit, and I'll do mine; we don't have to be up each other's asses all the fuckin' time. The women here are actually independent. From what I heard from over at your village, your women don't have brains for themselves."

"That is not true." You sat up higher, now facing him, "Firstly, I do have a brain for myself-"

"That's why you're acting like a stereotypical brainwashed prick?"

"You- You are such a jerk! You know that? You do not even know me enough to make false accusations about my character!"

Katsuki scoffed, "I thought I knew you, but every tibit of information I learn I'm further proved wrong. You'll die if you don't adapt to your surroundings. You're in my territory now, adaptability is survival."

"Maybe actually stick around me for a day instead of storming off like a child!"

"For what? For you to ultimately prove me right in the end? You care more about if a strand of hair is out of place than you care for your freedom and morals."

"Just drop it, Kats." You spoke softly, looking away from him.

He paused, shifting in his spot before ultimately standing up, "whatever, just forget it." Katsuki shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, walking away from the crowd to a darker section near the forest entrance.

"You should go after him," Kirishima spoke up, watching his partner storm off with high tension. "Talk to him, or at least try. I know he's difficult sometimes, but..." Eijiro ended the conversation prematurely, helping you to your feet.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, picking up the ends of your dress to assure it wouldn't get caked in dirt or stain from the grass blades. It was hard to see as you walked further into the trees, trying your best to follow the pre-existing path. You could see the outline of his figure retreating further. While you were walking, you felt the coldness engulf your shoe. Getting stuck in what you assumed to be mud, your foot slipped out of the loafers. Stumbling forward, you almost lost your balance, gaining it once again and continuing forward.

The journey wasn't long before you met him at the riverside. He sat at the edge, his pants rolled up with his feet in the rushing water, picking at the grass beside him.

"Can't even announce you were following me?"

Flattening the dress in the back as you sat beside him, "thought you could sense me."

"Don't underestimate me." He snapped back with just bark, with no biting yet.

"I was not."

He huffed, examining a small stone by his ankles. "Decided the half shoe look is ideal?"

"Half shoe- oh." Looking towards the foot that was missing the loafer, "It got stuck in mud, I did not want to get lost out here, so I left it to pursue you instead."

"You're gonna get the dress dirty, y'know."

You looked at the hemming of the ivory dress, then at all the stain-causing problems that could happen. "It can be washed."

That caused him to pause, raising both of his eyebrows for a nanosecond before gaining his composure. The silence was enough of an answer for him to give.

"I am sorry for leaving all those years ago, especially since it was left on such a bitter note." You spoke up, bringing your knees to your chest. It was a soft moment under the moonlight, listening to the sounds of bugs buzzing, the water flowing, and frogs croaking.

"Can you drop the formalities? It's been pissin' me off since you came back."

If you wanted to have a proper, unbiased conversation with Katsuki, it seemed like you had to comply with his wishes. Pushing all your instilled borderline abusive, repetitive training to the back of your mind. The man sitting beside you was front and center.

"Sorry, I don't mean to."

The silence grew comfortable, hearing each other's thumping of the heart and the soft whistle of each breath.

"You're not a weak woman like others, stop acting like you're nothin' more than a fuckin' trophy ready to be presented."

"It's just been hard. You don't understand."

"I'm the only one who does. Ya' don't think I was forced into shit I didn't want to do? I just had a backbone to fight for my shit."

"I have a backbone!" You protested, looking towards him.

He looked towards you, his eyes searching your face, landing in a stare-off between you two. His face was soft, the softest you've seen all night. His crimson eyes search your own, identifying the truths in your words, "Then prove it." He effortlessly challenged, "words don't mean shit to me."

Before you could process what you were doing, you found your body moving towards his. Placing a hand on his pectoral to stabilize yourself as you leaned into him. Pressing a tender kiss on his soft lips, for a man who was portraying a rough persona, he took care of his body.

You could tell he was startled before he leaned into the kiss. Taking control over the situation before it could evolve into something more, he pulled away, "What the fuck?" he questioned, but his hands were itching to move towards your waist.

"I was told of the... 'mating' ritual from Ej, how we were supposed to spend a night of passionate love once the wedding was over."

The tips of Katsuki's ears turned a noticable red, stunned by the information you were given by his friend. Bakugo was planning on skipping that part of the agenda, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with barbaric customs. "And when were you told this?"

"When you were doing that King of battle stuff, we had a friendly conversation."

"Of course, he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

"Don't act like you can't feel the tension boiling over..." Your hand ran up and down his torso, watching his reaction.

He let out a growl, easily flipping you onto your back; his lips pressed against your temple, leaving a trail of kisses to your earlobe as he lightly bit down. His hands doing their own work, his touch was tender but possessive, ready to tear you apart with a single plea. From nibbling your earlobe to taking off your matching mantle to gain access to your collarbones. He bit down, leaving a hot trail of marks on your neck and shoulder. If anyone were to take a glance at the next morning, the evidence of marking would be prominent.

"I'd prefer the dress off. But it would take too much time, I don't want to waste." He mumbled, using his left hand to undo his pants. While you mewled under him, feeling him part your legs with his knees. He pressed the ball of his knee to your cunt you didn't realize was aching until now.

Katsuki panted into your ear, lowering himself under the dress and between your legs. Easily pushing your undergarments to the side and smelling the aroma of your heated pussy. Groaning at the smell of your pheramones, he couldn't help but grow impatiently rabid. Pressing his nose to your throbbing clit, his tongue delved inside the wet hole as he lapped at your juices.

Whimpering at the sensation of him orally pleasuring you, trying to close your thighs around his face, but his hands were ahead of you, keeping you proud open as he tongue fucked your cunt like a watermelon on a hot summer day.

Once he was done, before you could orgasm on his taste buds, he pulled back - licking his fingers as he maintained intense eye contact, "taste so fuckin' good, y'know that?" He pushed your dress up, helping himself to a visual view of your pussy.

Katsuki felt his cock twitch against his boxers, unleashing his member and watching it spring into a hardened place. He was on the bigger side, pulsating veins running up the base to the tip. The sight of pre-cum already there. His balls ached with the cum he was holding back, ready to fill you up with his seed until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Ready?" He asked, aligning the tip with your entrance.

You nodded, but that didn't satisfy him, "Use your words, don't act like a useless brat. You can talk, can you not? Put that pretty mouth to good use."

"Yes, I want it, I'm ready." You blabbered, excited for the pleasure that was yet to come.

Satisfied with your answer, he wasted no time sliding his velvet-wrapped sword into your sopping cunt. Wetter than it was when he was pleasuring you with his flattened tongue, it was easy for him to thrust into you.

The rhythm was fast, deep, as he pounded your pussy into the grass under you. The loud squelching mixed with the sound of your moans and the noise of his grunts. He wasn't ashamed of being vocal with you, but he loved the way you sounded as you fell apart under his dick.

Your hands ran through the grass, trying to ground yourself with the nature spread under you. Feeling yourself clench around his girth as he rubbed against the G-spot with ease. You could feel the coil tightening with every thrust, and it lasted for a while. He noticed that you weren't tipping under the vaginal pleasure, wanting to make you cum from his cock; his hand reached between your legs. Placing two fingers against your sensitive bud as he circled it with a slight pressure with his fingertips.

That seemed to be the tipping point, watching your thighs tremor under his awakening touch. He maintained the speed of the thrusts and the clitoral stimulation, wanting to do nothing more but make you fall apart under his magma touch. He watched your head lull back, and your eyes haze over. Using the opportunity to attack your sweet spot on your neck, stimulating you in different areas of your body.

He felt himself come close to an orgasm, his scrotum scrunching up as it awaited the moment of release into your opened cervix. The coil located at the pit of your stomach snapped, leaving you silent as the orgasm came in waves. Clenching and un-clenching around him, it signalled his cum to shoot out into you, continuous thrusting as he felt his hot seed spill around his member and out of the entrance.

Katsuki let out the last grunt, carefully pulling out to watch all of his cum gush out of you. It was a mess under the moonlight, but he was mesmerized by the sight. He looked up to your spent face, your chest heaving with the aftermath of the intense mating.

"You made a mess." He commented, wiping off the tip of his dick with your inner thigh before he wrapped it up in his undergarments once again.

"I'd say it's a joint effort, asshole," You mumbled, leaning back on your elbows.

"C'mon, let's get you back so I can clean you up." He groaned, standing up as he looked at you expectantly, wanting you to follow his lead. "Wash it up, don't want you getting an infection." There was a proud smirk at your comment, a hot chill running up his spine from the aggressive talk. He let out a huff, "I did most of the work."

A whine escaped, "Nuh uh! You did not!"

"Yeah? Why not a round two when we get back? Maybe then you can show a bit of backbone," He suggested, that annoyingly sexy cocky demeanour dripping off of him.

[cod-enthusiast]

Okay, think about you and Stg. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish not getting along. At all. You’re both the same rank and joined the task force together around the same time. But he’s just a dick towards you. And because you unfortunately work well together, Price sees no reason to transfer either of you if you can keep the bitterness off the field.

You don’t know why he’s so hostile towards you but you don’t take shit from anyone, so you give it right back to him. Jabbing at some sloppy work he does when he can’t sit still, pointing out any flaws in plans or suggestions he makes. It gets to the point where sparing with each other ther is more a fight than practice.

Now think about how during a mission where you two have been paired up your fighting every atom in your body to be civil, an explosion of sorts happens near your location. Thinking it’s related to the target, you both head that way. When you get there, it’s a shock to not see your target but a confused looking older man. You notice the weapon he’s carrying and raise your own, him responding likewise.

There’s a bit of back and forth between the three of you until you call MacTavish ‘Soap’. The guys freezes and lowers his weapon slightly, asking how you know his name.

Turns out the man is Capt. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. He explains how he was on his own mission with his team, trying to disarm an unknown weapon. Only when it went off, instead of dying he ended up here. You introduce yourself and John falters a bit, explaining he hasn’t heard your name in a long time.

You three make your way over to the safe house, mission on hold until you can help John get back to his own world. With the mission pause though, MacTavish starts his usual way about treating you, not caring his alternative self is there to watch. Maybe this John also didn’t like you in his universe.

That idea soon flies out the window when an hour later you hear John berating MacTavish loudly for his attitude towards you. Walking into the room they’re in, you rush between them as they’re both in each others face’s, ears red and the veins on their necks prominent.

You curse them both out for being so loud, they could have exposed your position. Both look down at you, MacTavish breathing hard while John looks at you… with something else. You realise your hands are still on their chest so you pull them away, only for John to gently take hold of your wrist and place your hand back on his chest.

His eyes are shut tight and when he opens them, they’re glossy. He whispers about how much he misses you, how sorry he is for everything, how he wishes it was him that was hit instead. Confessing to you the things he wishes he could have said to his lover, the other you.

Your mouth drops open at this revelation, that this John doesn’t hate you, that he loved you, unable to speak in shock. MacTavish takes hold of your other wrist and puts your hand back on his chest, taking a few breaths to steady himself. You don’t know what that means but you stand there, hands on both Soap’s chests.

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[rmonti55]

Delusional psychopaths often use ALTERNATIVE FACTS (remember those from it’s first term folks) to create their ALTERNATIVE REALITY. No amount of fact checking, by professionals or children, is going to change that.

[vintage-tigre]

[drrreamingstate]

IM ABOUT TO CRY OH MY GOODNESS THERE’S NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION TO HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN OKAY IM ABOUT TO CRY THIS IS GETTING FREAKING BLANT AND OBVIOUS DAY BY DAY

omg okay breath I SHIFTED TO MY 119492040th ALT REALITY. Okay i’ll explain i swear i’m so excited

SO BASICALLY, i was drawing for an assignment for school using my VERY WELL ORGANISED pastels. I can’t stand having my pastel all messy because then i can’t find the color. So okay i was colouring with them and then i had to take them away from the table because we had to eat so i closed them and kinda just literally put them somewhere else. NOW i took those pastels again because i needed them, i opened the case, AND THE COLORS ARE ALL MESSY AND DISSORGANIZED??? I ASKED MY BROTHER IF HE MESSED UP WITH THEM BY ANY CHANCE BUT HE SWEARS HE DIDNT (+ it would be difficult for this to happen without me noticing BUT I STILL ASKED HIM and i’m sure my parents didn’t touch them because i was quite literally with them the whole time)

SO I FREAKING SHIFTED AGAIN

AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT I QASNT EVEN THINKING OF SHIFTING AND KILL ME IF YOU THINK IM JOKING BUT I USED THE PASTELS JUST AN HOUR AGO AND IM SURE I WOULD REMEMBER IF THEY WERE ALREADY MESSED UP. I SWEAR IM AT LOSS OF WORDS IM SO HAPPY EVEN HAPPIER THAN THE LAST TIME I SHIFTED TO AN ALT REALITY

Pls pls pls this is getting so easy, trust me shifting loves you’re getting a “I SHIFTED TO MY DR” post very soon😭😭