#Since them making contact feels so nice a good strong pet from head to tail would probably feel really good :3

[vargaslovinghours]

Y’know like, nyah

[clown-moss]

N Harmonia X Male Reader Part Four

Flying on the back of Swoobat gave you a lot of time to admire and think about how far you've gotten and how stressful it's been since you've come into contact with Team Plasma and their whole speel about saving pokemon. Snapping yourself out of this pitiful daze you snarl at yourself and remind that this is a break, you don't have to dwell on things that don't matter.

"Rose, stop here"

You commanded the Pokemon, flying down smoothly down from the air, you have to admit that you love the feeling of the winding blowing in your face and hair but that's not what matter at the moment. Landing down onto the soft grass you are greeted by the Pokemon in route one, sitting down and peacefully petting them. It was great to finally wind down and relax, you mind has been in puzzle pieces just waiting to be solved after the mini fight you had with Hilda. You've never seen her so angry, what were the pair fighting over? I suppose you'll never get the answer to that question.

Sounds of bubbling in the lake next to you catches your attention, picking up your sleepy Zorua you bend down to look at the bubbles with curiousity. Your eyes widen as you barely miss a hydro pump aiming straight for you, snapping towards the bubbles a huge Milotic graces it's presence with another hydro pump aiming for you. You braced yourself for impact while Zorua tried to defend you only to never be met with the attack, only a strangled sound of pain. Creaking your eyes open to stare at the Milotic you realise that his tail is wrapped with a fishing hook, the more the Milotic struggled the more the wire dug into the tail, causing it to yelp in pain.

The mermaid pokemon stares up at you with pleading eyes, begging for you to help her escape from this horrible wire prison. You can't just leave a Pokemon caught up in humanity's mistake! So you decided to help the poor thing, asking Zorua to assist with cutting the wire, once the wire was off and Rose was flying off to put it in the bin you applied healing paste to the wounds and bandaged it up quite nicely. The tender pokemon nudges his head into your shoulder and places her head down on it in an attempt to relax and let you do your work.

"Alright, seems good! It should be healed in about an half an hour"

You said the mermaid, petting her face lightly, Milotic makes a noise of thankfulness. Milotic's face starts to wonder lower than you expect, "hey there, what are you doing?" You asked confused as the Pokemon dug around your bag only for her to pull her head out with a heal ball in mouth, placing it nicely in your hand. Staring up at the Pokemon in shock as it bends down and nudges the button on the heal ball and entering the Pokeball, successfully catching the Pokemon. Smiling with pure excitement, you rest your forehead onto the heal ball and mumbling, "I think I'll name you Bianca...."

You don't even get a chance to catch yourself before Zorua starts glowing a bright white, you tell in excitement as you realise what's happening. Zorua's form starts to melt and shape into a much bigger beast than before, once the transformation was finished the newly formed Zoroark roster out loudly before slowly blinking and looking at itself.

"Look at you! You're so big and strong now!"

You yell in excitement, Zoroark showing equal excitement as you. You knew ever since Zoroark saw Rose evolve and he's always wanted to evolve and he finally did it! "I'm so proud of you!" Zoroark ran up into your open arms and you struggle slightly to pick him up and squeeze him tightly.

With your new found confidence you fully decided to go and challenge the gym! Your new friend seems confident in her abilities, flying on Swoobat you make it back to Driftveil and pure determination to beat this gym. You quickly make a stop into the market to buy some revival herbs and moomoo milks but after that you were confident in absolutely sweeping that gym.

And sweeping is exactly what you did, no trainer in that gym would stand up against Bianca, it was amazing! This feeling of victory was so riveting! You couldn't help but hunger for more! Standing up to Clay was easy as expected, not even his ace could stand against Bianca's magnificence! Clay was getting slightly annoyed at your cocky attitude and explained that he needed to leave as there was matters at the charge stone cave that he needed to tend to. Shrugging, you decided to follow him as you were going that way anyways.

Entering the route west of the town you got that strange crushing feeling you got at pinwheel but this time you decided to ignore it, you won't let it sway you into insecurity! Making through the route and to the entrance of the cave you see a face you didn't expect to be here. "Hilda?" You said confused, she flinched and looked at you with shock. "Oh! #####! What are you doing here?" She said, staring at you with the same confusion. "I'm going to get my next badge...?' you said hesitantly. "Oh... I kinda expected you to.... Y'know... Quit?" Hilda said, her mind scrambling for the right words but still managing to offend you.

Clay snaps the pair of you out of your soon to be fight and destroys the nest blocking the way of the cave, turning back to you both he hands you a TM and leaves. Now the cave is ready to be explored, "listen, you can come with me through the cave just..... Don't get in my way alright?" Hilda said, giving you a side glance to which you scoffed at. "I don't need your help, Hilda." You said back to her coldly, did she really think you needed her? Ha! You were doing amazingly on your own, you don't need her PITY. Snapping yourself out of your malicious thought, you enter the cave and readied yourself for the long and boring journey through it.

The hairs all over your body raise as the electric currents flow through you, turning a side glance at Hilda you can tell she's even more on edge than before. You scoffed, "why would I care?" I thought to yourself bitterly, you were forcefully snapped out of your thoughts by three men in blank and questionable clothing circle Hilda. "... ... ... ... ...Come." With that they force her to another part of the cave, trying to lose you but you managed to stay on their tail until they stopped. "... ... ... Go with Lord N." And just like that, they disappeared into thin air, "why type of vodo shit.." you mumbled to yourself until you realized who those weird magicians brought Hilda (and unwilling you) to.

"...Thank you. Those men you just saw were two of the Shadow Triad. They're members of Team Plasma assembled by Ghetsis." N explained carefully, why does he have to do with Team Plasma? Now you're looking at him you mentally facepalm at the fact that it's so clear that he's affiliated with that cursed team. "By the way, it appears it was they who set up the Galvantula nest at the entrance to this cave." N said absentmindedly, "isn't that a little counterproductive? I mean, you're whole purpose is to save Pokemon but you used a pokemon's nest as a decoy?" You thought to yourself, eyes narrowing at N's blatant disregard for this factor.

"Chargestone Cave... This is a nice place." N started, you mentally prepared for the rant N is about to unleash. "Electrical equations are put in practice, and it has connections to Pokémon..." N smiled to himself, turning his head to look down the cave in fondness. "...Were it not for the human visitors, it would be an ideal locale for me." He whispered to himself silently, clearing his throat he turns back to Hilda before starting with the real reason he brought us (Hilda) there. "Now then, you have been chosen... Do you find this surprising?" N said, looking down at Hilda curiously, you felt your face go sour. "No" Hilda replied before N scoffed, "...Hmph. I suppose without telling you the reason, you couldn't be surprised, could you?"

You couldn't take anymore of this ridiculousness and you just had to voice your opinion, "Chosen? Hilda, what the hell is he talking about-" "Silence, Jester." You were cut off by the green haired man, you stared at him with offense as he continues. "You are not apart of this meeting, you're merely a factor I didn't put into consideration." "Hilda!-" "#####! Listen, I think you should just leave!" You looked at Hilda and N in both a mixture of fury and annoyance, "Fine! I didn't need your help anyways!" Pushing N to the side you made your way through the cave, muttering to yourself the whole time.

Despite how far you've walked you can hear N's voice echo through the cave, "𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝... 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠... 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮." Growling to yourself, you repeat these words through your mind over and over again whilst covering your ears. "𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘚𝘏𝘜𝘛 𝘜𝘗!" "พລꝄല ⊍ཥ ລກᑰ ϾႬ☉☉ꕷല 丫☉⊍۲ ཥລꞎႬ" You gasp, forcibly being snapped out of your circling thoughts. "Who..." You mumbled to yourself, sweating profusely, you realised the exit is just up ahead and you jolt out of this unholy cave. Any longer in there and you don't know what would have happened to your mental state.

Entering the small city you finally breathe in a fresh breath of air, Rose doesn't like the feel of electricity so once you were out of the cave she snuggled out of your jacket. Summoning Zoroark out of his Pokeball you aimed for the gym, should be easy, it's only a flying type gym! Entering you're met with canons, CANONS?! Isn't this a safety hazard!? You swallow thickly and step towards the first canon ready to send you straight into a wall.

After hours of your back breaking from being shot out of multiple canon's you finally reached the gym leader, you swore you were going to give her a bill for the repair of your back, knees, and your bleeding nose from being smashed up against a wall but you ignored it for now and decided that battling is more important right in this moment, you just have to beat her just to get your petty karma.

"Did you have fun with my pride and joy, the cannons of Mistralton Gym?" The gym leader, Skyla laughed before going pale and holding her tongue, "Hey, you okay?" She asked, worry coating her face as you look at her with an amalgamation of fury from before and fresh confusion. "Excuse me?" "I'm sorry it's just... You're very pale and your lips are tinted blue...." She hesitantly said, watching her words very carefully while watching your reaction. "Oh, don't worry about that I was just in Cold Storage earlier" you said, making up a lie on the stop while sweating at the thought of her seeing right through it. "Well if you say so.... Well! Let's get on with this battle!" Skyla roared after hesitation lacing her words at the beginning, sending out her Swoobat to start her move.

A smile gracing your lips you send out Zoroark disguised as Bianca and as soon as Swoobat tried to attack him he slashed it with a Night Slash and knocked it out completely, stunning Skyla at the start before excitement filling her eyes to brim and sending out her Swanna. "𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝." The voice in the back of your head commanded, you had no reason to deny your inner thoughts so you commanded Zoroark to do so. "Use Night Slash!" Zoroark swiftly slashed at the Swanna, nearly knocking her out. Skyla panicked and used a potion which annoyed you because no matter what I'll keep using Night Slash until it knocks her out.

On the second Night Slash it Crits and down goes the Swanna, that rush that you got during Clay's battle runs through your veins, you just craved more, this is what VICTORY tastes like! Skyla sent out her Unfezant but it didn't really matter now did it! "𝙕𝙊𝙍𝙊𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃!" Both you and the inner voice roared out and just like that.... It's over. Skyla looks up at you with defeat at the obvious and clean defeat, swallowing thickly she hands you her badge which you smile smugly and take. Feeling the king of the world you exit the gym only to run into Hilda and her guilty form and sweaty face, "Hey, #####, I just wanted to say-" you didn't even let her finish as you push her back and walk off, who cares if she gets upset? It's her fault for being such a prick to us earlier.... "Us..?" "𝙐𝙨."

You looked down at Zoroark's moon ball, shaking with whatever emotion that just fills your body at a rapid pace....𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲. "Yes! Us! They can't stop us now, we're too powerful for them, I ain't believe I let Hilda, Cheren and even Bianca hold me back!" You mumbled to yourself in a completely manic episode, smiling to yourself you make your way through whatever route you needed to get through to get to the next gym, as far as you're aware it's an ice type gym so it can't be that hard no pun intended.

You groaned loudly at the sight of the mountain you have to make your way through, what a pain. "𝙒𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙜𝙮𝙢." You sighed, "I know, I know, it's just annoying is all" you said to yourself, probably looking insane to anybody who saw you let alone heard you. "#####?" Somebody called, you scoffed and looked behind you only to Cheren. "Oh, hello, Cheren" you replied back coldly only for it to be ignored, "We've both got the Jet Badge, so I want to see which of us is stronger!" "No." "Huh? Excuse me-" You growled at his stupidity, couldn't he see that you're busy? "I said no, Cheren. We both know I'd knock out all of your Pokemon out before I even care so save us both the trouble and let me go." Cheren looks at you baffled before gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes at you, in the distance you could see Hilda approaching at high speeds. "I don't care if your Pokemon are sleeping and they knock mine out, don't you dare undermine my abilities as a trainer!" Cheren screamed at you, his face turning red with rage.

Hilda slows down and stops right next to Cheren and puts her hand on his shoulder, he looks up at her before sighing and glaring at you. "What's being going on with you, #####? You've been so.... off recently" Hilda said with worry, fearing what has been clouded her friend's judgment. "𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘!" You laugh in agreement with the voice, "Really? You're asking me that now? Why don't you tell us what's been going on with YOU Hilda!" Hilda stumbles back in shock, "...What?" "Ever since that stupid Ferris wheel you've done nothing but act rude and cold to me! Now you want to ask for my forgiveness?!" You yell at her, rage clouding your ideals and truths. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧." The voice whispers into your ears, freezing whatever faith you had for any of your 'friends'. "But I never... Where did you get that necklace?" Hilda starts before pausing and staring at the jewel hanging from your neck.

"Now that is absolutely none of your business, 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲!?" The voice yelled along side you, agreeing with everything it's lacing into your thought process. Hilda stumbles back once again and Cheren's eyes wide in confusion and slight fear. "Who..." "As you can see I'm busy, leave me alone if you know what's best for you." You growled out before turning and entering the twisted mountain. You spot Alder inside the cave entrance and he just stared at you with a emotion you don't recognise before exiting to speak with your friends, whatever it doesn't concern you. You go through one of the many exits only to see the winter snow has completely engulfed the construction leaving the only way to get to Icirrus City, how convenient!

"It never snows this much" "What's going on?" "Where's Clay? He should be here by now!" "Maybe he got stuck in the snow?" Whispers the of the workers fill your ears, it doesn't matter to you as the only way to get to Icirrus City is the only open path! The snow truly is an ally huh? Entering Icirrus City you notice that nobody is around and the city is just piled up with snow, more than it usually is, all the more better in your opinion. Deciding to go into the Pokemon centre you notice the nurses panicking over a Mienfoo, the Mienfoo looks clearly abandoned which it surprising for it's rare colouring, you would've expected that it would have been even more rare! "What's going on?" You ask the ladies, "some trainer left us here with this poor Mienfoo and we don't have anybody to take care of it-" "𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺." "Huh?" You freeze and clear your throat, "sorry the cold is really getting to me, I said they I'll take them." You explain, "Really!? Oh thank you kind sir! Here I'll grab you their Pokeball!" With that, she ran off to fetch that said Pokeball.

Sitting next to the sleeping Pokemon you pet it's head softly before smiling and mumbling to yourself, "I think I'll name you.... Pride." The Mienfoo shuffled a bit after the last word, sighing to yourself you decided to also acknowledge a different think. "You really need to stop speaking with me, it's freaking some people out." "𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆."

And that's it for now, imma rest my poor poor neck, peace.

- Mod Ivor 💗

[miioouu]

you should do a supernatural au with whoever you want !

It's only after I've written all of that that I realized you maybe meant it as the supernatrual show? If not then great (although im not sure this counts as super natrual, and if you did mean the series sjensjdb sorry i never watched) Anyway, that's a mess, so if you meant smth else please let me know, I'll write you smth else! Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️

Sero Hanta

      It's getting hot lately, it's the middle of June and you're dying of heat, typical summer weather. Which is totally normal, you're not really complaining, you're a summer lover. Since you were kid, you loved the bright sun, the hot air, sweating off and enjoying the clear sky. You enjoyed summer and it's multiple activities, from ice cream cooling you off, to hiking up to a fresher environment. But your favorite of them all has to be going to the beach. The sand under your toes and the waves controlling over your body, letting go. It all felt so nice. A bit too nice.

Enjoying yourself way too much, you didn't realize that the waves are getting you further and further away from the shore. The sun is setting and the water cooling off more, your eyes closed for a second enjoying the breeze, and that was your mistake. You didn't see the big wave coming, no one around you was there to warn you either, it came crashing over you. Turning you over, making you reach the bottom of the ocean, and pushing your body left and right, the impact leaving you blacked out.

It's a miracle you opened your eyes. Though you were met with darkness, with nothing but a few... Purple lights? That's weird. Looking around you, you find yourself in what seems like a cavern, dark, humid, jellyfishes were the source of light. You laid in the back, on a rock, a big one and you wondered what brought you here. Who brought you here. And your question was soon to be answered. A man, black haired and even blacker eyes making his way towards you. Agile and smooth in his movements, the ethereal light accentuating what you can see of his body. His torso smooth, his abs showing slightly, and what were that on his elbows? The closer he got the more obvious it looked, but not really. Are those scales? And is that... Is that a tail behind him? A mermaid! Merman! That can't be it. You must be dreaming, you really knocked your head really hard. Maybe if you just turn away, and close your eyes, this timr you'll wake up in reality. But that was in vain. A wet hand found it self in your shoulder shaking you, while the other still behind his back. His abyss eyes looked into yours, he looked so handsome, he looked so real, maybe if you.... As you reached out, your fingers shaking as they made their way to his cheeks, but as soon as he felt the contact he backed away. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you.... Are you ok?" Giving you a questioning look, head tilt to the side and an obvious confusion in his eyes, it's when you realized, he can't understand you, and finding a way out of here, might be more difficult than you expected it.

As much as you'd love to stay with the new found creature, you have a family that might be worried to death about you right now. So standing to your feet, you tried to make your way out of the cavern, though you were stopped. A webbed hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you backwards "Where do you think you're going?" Huh? So now he can speak?! "Why- why didn't you answer me before?" You wanted to sound more confident, more serious, but you voice came out as shaky and trembling. "Because you asked me a stupid question! I should be the one wondering if you're ok. Anyway, you can't go back now. The waves are still too strong, and it's so dark out, you'll only get lost. So why don't you stay for a bit more, and in the morning I'll lead you out! Here I even got you some games we can play so you don't get bored!" Finally the hand that was behind his back was revealed, stretching it before you, opening his palm, small fish bones, some pearls and shells shone in his palm, but what really attracted you was the big shell with something engraved on it. Four letters symbolizing who this man- euh merman before you was, in an intersting typography, the name "Sero" made your heart beat a bit faster....

Kozume Kenma

Living far from the city is fun. Every morning you opened your window, the fresh air carrying the smell of baked good from the small bakery accross your small house and the lavender growing infront of your porch door. You liked living like that. And you liked roaming around the village, petting every animal you see, from the elderly couple's cows, to the young boy's dogs, it's an amazing life you're living.

The pet that you liked the most, but unfortunately you don't think it reciprocate your feelings, is the nocturnal cat that's always meowing outside your window. It was a stray cat, only showing up at night, you'd throw it some food before it snatched it and left. Though as more time passed by, this cat seemed to like you more and more. It would stay out a little longer, eating in front of you instead of leaving to eat in it's secret hidden place. And on cold nights, it would rub its head on your leg, relishing in the pets you'd give them. This cat, white with spoltches of black and gold decorating its furr, seemed like it was abandoned, for a collar was still wrapped around its neck, and a name shining under the light on the medal "Kenma". And you loved that name, you don't know why, but it fits the cat, and everytime you think of this five letter name, you can't help but smile and your heart get warmer.

Cold winter night, you were worried; where's your precious Kenma. You were about to go look for him until you heard whines and scratched on your door, indicating it's your beloved street cat. Quickly letting him in, running to grab a towel and drying him, holding him close to your chest to keep him warm "Awww baby, you're cold yeah? I was worried about you all day long, why didn't you come earlier?" and of course you didn't get a reply, only a purr and a scooting closer to you, burying himself in the warmth of your body. So warm and peaceful, the cat drifted to sleep. And it could be because of the weather, or because you're so happy with the kitty next to you, it's still early but your eyelids are growing heavy, you fell into dreamland with your arms holding the pet close to you.

It's just so warm here, so comfortable, your mattress and your sheets are so soft, your heartbeat lulling him into an even deeper slumber, keeping him in your bed even well after the sun had risen. It's only when a sudden push made him fall of the bed, a high scream making his ear ring and the warmth of you once close body left him cold and shivering tat he finally opened your eyes. "Who are you?! How did you get here?! You know don't say anything, keep it for when the police comes!" That's when it all clicked in his head, eyes widening, moving fast as a cat to take your phone away from your hand. "Y/n, listen, calm down, calm down! I can explain, I swear!" Y/n? How does this stranger know your name? When he finally stood to his feet, you had a proper look at him. Long hair that stops right before his shoulder, dyed blonde but you could see the black roots. Eyes sly as a feline, golden, a bit strange. And it's when your eyes raked down, stoped to his neck you noticed something familiar, the collar of your beloved cat. "Y/n, it's me Kenma!" You always knew this village was bit strange...

[iwaisa]

bnha boys crushing on someone with a cat quirk

pairings: bakugou, sero, midoriya, todoroki, and kaminari x gender neutral reader

warnings: swearing (thanks bakugou 😌👍👍)

a/n: i’d like to think that if i were in the bnha world, my character would have a quirk like the cheshire cat, so i brought it to life (๑>◡<๑) this is also supposed to be situations based off mannerisms of cats !

part 1 | part 2

► now shuffling...

head pats

when you first moved to U.A., the first thing everyone noticed were your ears and tail

everyone thought it was so cute, but they should’ve been more careful

behind that cute, adorable facade was a dangerous quirk that rivaled that of the class’ resident hot-head

speaking of hot-head, bakugou hated it

especially how your tail kept swaying back and forth while you sat in front of him during class

“oi shitty cat! move your fucking tail!”

…

you didn't move your tail.

you kept taunting him with it and teasing him which resulted in aizawa having to ask you to move to the back of the class

sure, bakugou laughed in your face, but he would never admit out loud that he would miss those days where he could see your smile and hear your laughter echo throughout the classroom

it had been a few months since you moved seats and bakugou still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he just simply liked you.

he kept falling deeper and deeper, attempting to crawl out of the hole until one day he just decided that he was okay with it

he was okay with the fact that he liked you

that one day was on a weekend

bakugou had just woken up and was heading to the kitchen to make some tamagoyaki until he stopped dead in his tracks from the sound of your voice

more specifically, your laughter

he felt his heart rate begin to pick up, and the nitroglycerin sweat seemed to pour from his palm, resulting in loud crackling and popping

he stepped out from around the corner to see mina, kaminari, kirishima, and sero petting you

and you… liked it??

he watched with his brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open as you seemed to push your head into their hands

your eyes were closed and you looked so at peace that he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy

why were you letting all of them touch you like that?

it pissed him off

he marched up to you and pushed kaminari and mina aside

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

mina kept squealing while explaining that since you were a cat, you really liked when people pet your head and ears

“that’s fucking weird.”

“c’mon bakubro! you gotta feel their ears man, they’re so soft!” kirishima exclaimed while going back to rub your ears

you giggled and leaned your head into his hand, making bakugou’s blood boil

“hell no! i want nothing to do with this!”

they kept teasing him until sero said something along the lines of “he just doesn’t want to pet them because it won't feel good to them. you gotta be nice and gentle, and bakugou probably wouldn’t be able to do that”

bakugou stopped in place and slowly turned around to glare at sero, “what the fuck did you say, plain face?? i can be fucking gentle!”

he stomps up to you and raises his hand

you flinch and close your eyes thinking he’s going to hit you until you feel his fingers just barely grazing the tips of your ears

you open your eyes to see bakugou using both of his hands to gently rub them

he didn’t even notice you were staring at him since he was watching as his hands played with your ears, a tint of red making its way onto his face

he watched in awe as you pushed your head into his hands, making his face even hotter - if that was possible

after a few minutes of bakugou not saying anything - and the rest of the squad staying quiet from shock that he was actually being soft - you poked his cheek with your finger

“surprisingly, you’re the softest out of all of them”

“sh-shut up shitty cat! i told you i can be gentle!”

you grinned as you watched him stomp away to the kitchen

when you turned around, the whole bakusquad was giving you these giant shit-eating grins

you just shook your head and brushed past them, making your way back to your room

stretching / poofing tail / kneading soft things

this boy literally felt his heart explode as soon as you walked into the classroom

you were literally so??? adorable????

however, after he saw you in action, he was lowkey terrified of you

your quirk was so unique and insanely powerful that he started to doubt himself and his abilities

during a training session you watched sero spar against iida, and noticed as his signature grin seemed to fade after he lost

he slowly trailed behind the rest of the class on the way back to the classroom, but you noticed instantly

you slowed down so that you were walking right next to him

“hey, i know i just moved a few weeks ago, but i think your quirk is really cool. a-and what present mic said was wrong, your elbows aren’t freaky at all.”

oh my, i think you killed him. you didn’t think his quirk was creepy? you didn’t hate the shape of his elbows? you didn’t mind his biggest insecurity???? why couldn’t he control his heart?

he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you so he just ran into the classroom, leaving you behind

you stood outside the class for a few minutes, a little heartbroken

you couldn’t deny that you began developing feelings for the kind, supportive, adorable boy

sero felt awful for ignoring you the rest of the day

you sat right next to him in class which didn't make the situation any better

his heart rate never slowed down, and the red never left his cheekbones

you on the other hand, were confused and all you wanted to do was talk to him

as the last bell rang, you ran to the dorms so you could hide away in your room, but mina had another idea

she suggested a class sleepover in the common room, and you had agreed, not thinking that you would be nervous because of a certain tape-dispensing up-and-coming hero

upon entering the common room with a fluffy blanket that evening, sero’s eyes instantly found yours

fortunately, he looked away quickly

unfortunately, there was only one spot left

which was right next to sero :D

you slowly sank into the couch, accidentally brushing your knee against his

his heart rate picked up again, but he tried his hardest to focus on the horror movie playing on the screen

you started getting anxious about halfway through the first movie when sero shifted in his seat, letting his knee rest on top of yours

you began kneading at your blanket and you stretched, poofing the fur on your tail out

you didn’t even notice a part of onyx eyes watching your every movement

you turned to peek at sero, but instantly snapped your head to face the screen when you made eye contact

sero was having an internal crisis

you were so adorable and for what????

you stood up, your tail still poofed out and asked if anyone wanted more popcorn

everyone nodded, their eyes not leaving the screen

you smiled and made your way to the kitchen

“hey..” you jumped and turned around upon hearing sero’s soft voice

“h-hey.”

…

“i’m really sorry about ignoring you, i just didn't know how to respond. no one has ever told me that my quirk is cool and i kinda freaked out. i-i think you’re really cool.” he blurted out the last bit leaving you dumbfounded

“i think you’re cool too, sero!” you smiled at him

you turned around, waiting for the popcorn to finish when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder

you turned around and watched as sero tripped over his words

“i-i think you’re really cute too… like for example when you puff your tail out when you stretch, or when you knead at things, and just all of your mannerisms. i really like you, l/n.”

you beamed at him as you returned his feelings, making his heart implode

you jumped as the popcorn machine dinged, and felt your face heat up as sero just laughed at you

no one even noticed when you walked back into the room with your hands intertwined

wrapping your tail around his leg

it was only your first day at U.A. and a certain green-haired boy already wanted to know everything about you

said green-haired boy, named izuku midoriya, knew better than to assume anything about you

he had seen many people with surprising quirks, so he assumed yours was extremely powerful if you were accepted into U.A. near the middle of the year

he didn’t know anything about you other than you were extremely adorable

he found it intimidating

he also didn’t know what to expect when aizawa told the class they would be paired up to spar with one of their classmates

you were chosen to spar against ojiro, who was difficult to go against considering his quick attacks and strong tail

but you were strong too, countering ojiro’s attacks with your own

midoriya was even more amazed than he thought he would be

he began taking notes and started to watch your every move

how could someone go from being so innocent and kind to a terrifying fighter?

a few months later and midoriya’s notebook had at least 4 pages full of notes about you

not only were they notes about your quirk, but midoriya had began writing short poems about you

no matter what, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you and how amazing you looked during and out of training

you had walked down to the kitchen on a sunday morning in hopes of making yourself some food

you stopped when you saw midoriya cutting up some fruit to put into a smoothie

you greeted him as you walked to the fridge, and midoriya has never been so startled in his whole life

“h-h-hi l/n!”

you giggled and began making your breakfast, going to stand next to midoriya

you two were just quietly enjoying each other’s presence

until your tail had another idea

midoriya felt something soft caress the back of his calves, and stopped what he was doing, almost cutting himself with the knife

he felt your tail wrap and unwrap itself around his leg, and he turned to look at you

you, however, were very blissfully unaware of the predicament you were putting midoriya in

“u-uh, l/n?”

“mhm?”

“y-your tail…” he pointed to where your tail was wrapped around his leg

“oh shoot sorry! i guess i just do that so many times without thinking i didn’t even realize it would make people uncomfortable. i apologize!”

you unwrapped your tail from his leg

“t-that’s cute…” he muttered under his breath

you snapped your head to stare at him, and your breath hitched when you made eye contact with him

he frantically apologized for blurting it out while covering his face with his arms, his face a very bright red

you laughed as you watched him stumble over his words as you called him cute

winking / slow blinking

sitting next to class 1-a’s resident pretty boy was a difficult task

it was only your first day and you found yourself unable to take your eyes off the mysterious boy

however, todoroki believed the reason for your blatant staring was due to the scar sitting on his face

he turned to you during one of aizawa’s lectures and stared back, neither of you wanting to break eye contact

the bell rang, and before you could leave, todoroki had blurted out a question directed to you

“are you uncomfortable with my scar?”

you looked at him with a confused gaze

uncomfortable??? around such a beautiful man??? hell no. more like intimidated

“n-no! not at all! i just like your hair,” you refrained from telling him that the real reason was because you thought he was extremely beautiful

“oh. thank you.”

a few weeks passed since that encounter, and you had only grown closer to the half-and-half boy

you learned the real reason behind the scar, and assured him that you won’t think any different of him

he even felt a blush coat his cheeks when you called him amazing and strong

you, midoriya, uraraka, iida, and todoroki were studying in the common area, yet you weren’t focused on the textbook in front of you

you leaned your face on your cheek as you let your eyes wander over todoroki’s seemingly perfect features

todoroki looked up from his book just in time to see you wink at him

he was a bit taken aback, but shook it off as you getting some dust in your eye

he continued keeping eye contact with you and watched as you slowly blinked your eyes at him

todoroki brushed off the heat on his face and went back to writing in his notebook

he looked up again just in time to see you wink at him again

in all fairness, you didn’t even realize you were staring at him, you were a cat and it was a habit

“l/n, i appreciate the gesture, but why do you keep flirting with me?”

oh todoroki. you’re so beautiful yet so dumb.

you were a little confused since he just accused you of something you didn’t even do

“what?”

“you keep winking at me and slowly closing your eyes. is that your way of flirting?”

by now, the other three were watching you two with interest

“oh! no, that’s just a habit i have since i’m a cat. when i slowly blink at you it means that i trust you. and winking means that i really like you!”

you slapped your hand over your mouth

“o-oh. you like me?”

“i-i mean as a friend of course! i trust you and i don’t feel intimidated by you, that’s all!”

todoroki failed to hide the disappointment in his voice when he hummed back

while the five of you packed your books into your backpack, todoroki waited for you to finish before he began to talk to you

“l/n,” he began

you turned to him with wide eyes, scared that he would tell you that he didn’t like you like that

“yeah, todoroki?”

the other three scurried away, leaving you and todoroki alone

“i know you meant that you just liked me as a friend, but is it weird for me to hope that you possibly meant a different way?”

you were completely blindsided by his question

“uhh, actually.. about that…”

after you explained what you truly meant and how you think he’s super interesting and cute, he smiled and returned your feelings

he walked you to your dorm and left after giving you a quick (very cold) peck on the lips

swaying hips

of course i had to do this for this mf

SUCH A FLIRT

as soon as you walked into the classroom he began flirting with you

you sat behind him, and whenever aizawa wasn’t looking, he would slip notes with pick-up lines on them to you

when you returned the note with another pick-up line, he just about short-circuited

unlike everyone else in the class, kaminari assumed that because you were adorable, your quirk was a soft type of quirk

boy was he so wrong

he watched with his jaw on the ground as you sprinted around, not holding back from fighting with kirishima

mineta made some dumb comment about you being sexy with those ears and that tail and that was the first time kaminari told mineta to stfu

as someone who is notorious for hitting on people, his flirting began to slow down once he realized that the reason he wanted to be around you all the time, having the sudden urge to hold you, wanting to call you his, was because he liked you

and he didn’t know what to do at all

he most DEFINITELY didn’t know what to do one particular hot summer day

the bakusquad was hanging out in the common room trying to cool yourselves down

you got up off the floor and walked past kaminari to go to the kitchen for some popsicles

you began to sway your hips as you walked, leaving a very flustered kaminari

“gross, dunce face. if you like that so damn much go chase after them. i’d like to see you try to ask them out.”

“that’s not very manly, bakubro. kaminari, if you really like them, why don’t you just tell them? i’m sure they’d understand,” kirishima gave him a thumbs up as kaminari quite literally sprinted after you

“are you aware of how much you sway your hips when you walk?”

kaminari whispered into your ear as he placed his hands on your hips

“i knew you would notice” you winked at him

his face exploded red in color and he watched you in confusion as you laughed loudly in his face

“i’m kidding. i sway my hips when i walk because i’m a cat. i’m not flirting with you dummy,” you stuck your tongue out at him

“darn, you got me”

…

“hey l/n?”

you turned to face him, and you yelped in surprise as he smashed his lips onto yours

very good kaminari consent is a very good thing 😀👍👍

he pulled away to study your face, only to see your wide eyes and your mouth hanging open

“uh… i’m really sorry i just-”

he was cut off when you locked lips with his again

your tail wrapped around his body, causing him to shock you

he pulled away, grinning, “sorry. you surprised me there-”

“WHAT THE HELL, DUNCE FACE?? I TOLD YOU TO ASK THEM OUT NOT MAKE OUT WITH THEM”

you both sheepishly apologized, watching bakugou storm away, yelling that you two were practically eating each others’ faces

[ramblingkat]

Fic: Stars

This was encouraged by the UraIchi discord server. Basic concept: Everyone is born with a tail. If you live long enough, you get more. If you find your “soul mate” you get a new color on your tail. 

Here, Yoruichi noticed the new color on Kisuke’s tail. He had happily been oblivious. And has no idea who’s reiatsu matches that new color of fur on his tail.

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Shihoin Yoruichi, Ishida Ryuken, Kurosaki Masaki, Kurosaki Isshin, and Kurosaki Ichigo

***

“You have gold in your fur.”

Yoruichi’s voice, deep and raspy, was a familiar one, and he knew she’d been sitting behind him for a bit, so Kisuke didn’t jump. Though he did pause, a cup of tea against his lips. Then he lowered it again, turning some to look over his shoulder at his friend. 

She was crouched next to his tail, eyes focused on the tip. Kisuke didn't actually look at his tail all that much, with it being out of his direct line of sight. Oh, he made sure it was brushed and neat enough, but it was just another limb. As long as it worked as he wanted, he never thought about it too much. 

Now he flicked it up, bringing the tip up closer since that was where Yoruichi had been focused. 

This was the only tail on display, as humans rarely lived long enough to gain a second tail, let alone a third as Kisuke had. The other two were hidden, as they had been for almost a century of hiding in the special gigai he had created. The only one on display was the same ashy blond as his hair, a sleek fox tail that had gotten him quite a few appreciative looks. And more than a few people asking for blessings. 

Apparently, pale fox tails were a sign of favor. Not something he had expected when he had first come to the living world. 

Shinji had laughed at him, the man’s golden lion tail lashing lazily behind him. Kisuke had asked how it felt to only have to deal with one rope instead of the multitude that the older captain usually had. That had lead to a spar, and gotten Shinji distracted. 

Now, however, Kisuke saw that there were fine golden hairs growing at the end of his tail. They didn’t stand out a great deal, not yet. But they were definitely golden. A distinct change from the pale fur they grew in. 

Yoruichi’s reiatsu, as muted as it was, radiated delight. Kisuke was feeling a bit stunned himself. 

“But,” he protested, voice distant in his own ears, “I haven’t met anyone new. Not for long enough to have our energies to click enough to bond.” 

There was a flat-out chortle from Yoruichi, and she rose up onto her back legs, resting her paws against the back of his shoulder. That let her get a better look at his tail. “You found someone to soul bond to and didn’t say anything.” She sounded highly amused and no small amount of pleased. “What have you been up to?”

Kisuke snorted. “Plotting and planning. The usual.” He flicked his tail against her face, then let it relax again. “I wonder who this is. I don’t know of anyone I’ve seen recently that has that color of reiatsu.”

He reached over and poked Yoruichi’s nose as she opened her mouth. “And don’t start on SoiFon. Right shade, very much wrong person.” He smiled faintly. “She’d murder me if we ever created some sort of spiritual bond.” Kisuke paused. “Though the way she hates me would definitely qualify. But the timing is wrong.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Yoruichi protested. Ignoring Kisuke’s amused, yet unimpressed, expression, the cat continued. “She’s just prickly about my honor.”

Kisuke snorted again, hand moving to rub his friend’s ears. “Very prickly,” he said drily. “If she could make me vanish, she would definitely do so.” He shook his head. “In any case, SoiFon’s disdain for me is not the topic here. I honestly have no idea why I would have golden fur coming in now. Everyone I interact with now are the same people I have interacted with for years. I doubt any of them have changed that much.”

“Something to figure out later,” Yoruichi agreed. “It’s not like your crimson isn’t a distinct shade.” She licked a foot, quiet for a moment. “Though now that I am here, how are things with Isshin and Masaki?”

Still absently petting her, Kisuke smiled faintly. “Going well. From everything that Ishida-san and I can tell, the baby is healthy and growing well. They are likely to have a mix of Isshin-san and Masaki-san talents.” Kisuke considered it a moment. “I believe, once the baby is born, they’ll take the hollow with them. That will be vital for their stability. They are so in balance at the moment that the loss of one aspect will likely prove lethal in the long run.” He considered that as fingers moving softly over dark fur. “Something I have impressed upon the parents to be. The hollow is sealed and will continue to be until we break it at some point, but the power it holds is present. So the baby will be…impressive.”

There was a snort from Yoruichi. “Maybe it’s the baby,” she teased, though there had not been any documented cases of soul bonding with an unborn child. “You do the impossible regularly enough. Why not do it again?”

Kisuke tweaked her ear, hand blurring as he dodged the slash of her claws. “I doubt even baby Kurosaki is developed enough to have a proper reiatsu signature yet,” he said easily. “While they have a strong presence already, it’s…malleable. Though I do hope that you’ll be in town when the time for the birth gets close.” He wrinkled his nose. “I am already noticing an uptick of smaller hollows. Masaki-san has been attracting quite a bit of attention from the wrong quarters. I think when it is time for baby Kurosaki to be born, they will lure in hollows for miles around. We’ll need to set up a protective line around them and deal with the swarm that is likely to descend on us at that level of power energy.”

A nod from Yoruichi. “Just contact me when it gets close to time. Though I don’t know if I’ll go too far.” Her tone went light and teasing. “After all, I have to find out who your mysterious suitor to be is. Only you could get a soul bond and not notice.”

That got her a sigh and a shrug. “It wasn’t like it was that big a deal,” he protested, giving his friend an over-exaggerated pout. “And I’ve been busy.”

Yoruichi perked up. “I have to talk to Tessai,” she warbled out, as close to singing as she got. Dodging Kisuke’s grab, the cat ran into the house, yowling out the name of their other friend, and Kisuke sighed.

Collecting his tea, he focused on that. No need to think about Tessai-san’s matchmaking urges now. He’d be dealing with them soon enough.

***

The stars looked amazing, and Kisuke found himself panting as he watched them decorate the night sky.

They weren’t as bright here as they were in soul society, but there was a great deal more progression in the living world, so bright it dimmed even the night sky.

Though all of his senses felt dimmed. The Kurosaki baby had come into the world, and he was grateful that Ishida had a charm that he and Masaki had put on the baby. It would allow more of the child’s reiatsu to release over the next year or so. Slow enough that they shouldn’t have a repeat of tonight. 

He was exhausted, and he was sure that Yoruichi was the same whenever she was at. 

The Visored had taken the outer layer of the patrol. Kisuke and Yoruichi had focused on the blocks around the roof of the hospital that the baby was being born in. And outside of all of it, Hachigen and Tessai had been working on keeping all of this under wraps. While he knew Aizen had an idea where they might be, they did not need the baby’s explosion of power to attract his eye. 

He was pretty sure they had dealt with every hollow from miles around, all attracted to the initial spike of power that the baby would have screamed out with their first breath.

That was something he needed to check on well. 

Pushing himself upright, Kisuke glanced around. It only took a moment to spot Yoruichi, leaning against an air conditioning unit a few roofs over. Waving to catch her attention, he waited until she nodded back, then he let himself drop over the side of the roof.

Ishida had given him a room number, and Kisuke had already scouted out where it was in the hospital. So it only took a moment to wrap a hint of reiatsu under his feet to slow and then stop his fall. He pulled a phone out and texted the man, making sure he was able to come in.

The curtains shoved apart, and Ishida was scowling at him. The man opened the window. “Get in here,” he muttered. “The sooner you make sure the boy is all right, the sooner you can leave.”

Kisuke smiled. “A boy? I am sure that Kurosaki-san is thrilled.”

“Isshin is being an idiot over it, and Masaki is pleased to have a healthy baby.” 

He shifted aside, letting Kisuke step through and land lightly on the floor, geta making only a small clicking as they hit the ground. Then Ishida continued. “They named him Ichigo. I assume you dealt with any outside trouble.”

Kisuke grimaced a bit. “After this, I think we’re all going to go find out beds now that the charm you have put into place has muted his strength. The area should be hollow free for a few months.”

A sigh. “That’s good,” the white haired Quincy said. “Hopefully they’ll be gone for even longer than that.”

Kisuke considered that. “If you like, I can set up patrol when your own child is born.” It was an honest offer, as he knew that the man’s wife had taken poorly to pregnancy. She was happy to be pregnant, but every time Kisuke saw her around, she looked exhausted and drained.

Ishida tensed, then made himself relax. “We’ll discuss that later,” he said, which made Kisuke smile to himself. That wasn’t a no, and it was nice to see how devoted the man was to his wife. He was as bad as Isshin was, if quieter about it. 

But he only nodded in response, quietly following as he was lead to the bed. 

There was Masaki, who was watching them, though Kisuke could see she was ready to go to sleep. Beside the bed was Isshin, whose tail was wagging back and forth like mad. And beside him, placed where both he and Masaki could reach, was a tiny little being. 

There was a tuft of dark hair, though he could already see strands of a paler color in it. Kisuke wondered if baby Kurosaki… Ichigo, his name was Ichigo, would have his mother’s hair? 

He was wrapped firmly in a warm blanket, swaddled quite tightly. Though he managed to get a foot and a puffy little tail out of the confines already. Kisuke smiled faintly, tucking the fluffy grey tail and the foot back into the blanket. “Already a trouble maker,” he murmured to the child, and then rested his hand on Ichigo’s chest. Closing his eyes, he focused, threading his reiatsu gently to make sure everything was still balanced. 

This was something he’d been doing since Isshin had come to tell him that Masaki was pregnant, in a near panic. There had been two pregnancies before this one, and neither had gotten far. The third time was the charm, and the balance of energies settled in ways to keep the boy from coming to harm. 

Everything still felt good, and he opened his eyes with a smile. 

“Congratulations,” he said, smiling at them. He knew they had been heartbroken the previous times, and having Ichigo here, all red-faced and scowling, had to be such a relief. 

“Masaki-san?” he asked, offering her his hand. She rested her fingers against his palm, and he did his own scan of her energies. 

Once he was done, he gave her hand a light squeeze and let go. “It’s as I thought. The hollow passed on to Ichigo, but the seal on it seems to be intact. Though he’s definitely strong enough to see spirits without much help.”

He smiled at the new parents. “You should have an easier time of things if you decide to give him any siblings without the hollow energies causing such distress on your own.” That was to Masaki, who looked relieved. He knew she had taken the failed pregnancies hard, but this should help her feel better about any future attempts. 

Moving away from the bed, Kisuke absently sealed Benihime back into a cane, nodding at each of them. “Now that everything seems to have settled both outside and in here, I’m off. Let me know if you have any other concerns that I might be able to help calm.” 

He went to perch on the sill of the window, then threw a grin back at them. “And, as always, come visit the shop and pick up a few items. I always have a wide range of stock for your purchasing pleasure.”

Ishida shoved him out the window with a snort. 

Kisuke laughed as he caught himself, and took off into the night. Time to find everyone and let them know that they could do whatever. The situation was done, and it was time for a well-deserved rest.

Besides, now that Ichigo was actually born, Kisuke had potential plans to adjust.

[connorandersons-blog]

The Perfect Interview

Connor is offered an interview with an elusive CEO of an upcoming company. He expected many things but not for the man to be absolutely gorgeous and the company to be perfect for him. Hopefully he can keep himself in check for the interview.

Or: You’re interviewing me for a job at your company, but you’re distractingly attractive and all I can picture is us making out on your desk.

(A RK1K fic!)

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Connor straightens his tie for the fifth time since he had gotten dressed. Which was an hour and a half ago but he still felt his outfit was a bad decision. It wasn't like he even had that much to pick from, but still. A white button-down, nice slacks, and a tie seemed a bit too plain now.

But he couldn't go back now or he'd be late for his interview. His interview with a very prestigious CEO of a major upcoming company. Connor had heard so many things about the man but never had actually seen him. No one had, it was actually a pretty big mystery.

Connor assumed he'd be an old white man like every other CEO, but he wasn't going to judge. Hell, he was being offered the job interview, no way he was turning this opportunity down. To be head of security and even a possible bodyguard for said CEO was a massive opportunity. He knew he wasn't the only one to have gotten the offer but he had to make a good first impression.

Yet his hands shook as he stared up at the tall building he had arrived at. Connor actually adored the city, he loved having so many places he could go and most within walking distance. He had passed this very building plenty of times but never thought he'd work there.

The skyscraper towered above him as great monoliths of concrete and glass. But there was something rather unique about this one. It has balconies with plants and solar panels, but on the ground held even more green. It had an abundance of flowers meant to attract bees and Connor smiled.

The CEO may be allusive but he certainly cared about the planet, his customers, and his workers. That's what made this so incredible, it was a perfect company to work for. It has gotten threats because of its strong views, hence the need for more (new and improved) security for the company as a whole but also for the CEO.

He took in a slow deep breath before walking into the building. His breath was caught at the enormous tree growing in the middle of the large room. He hasn't expected that, but the tree was definitely real and looked rather healthy too. Comfortable benches with cushions let those sit and relax around the tree. Connor noted a coffee and tea stand that many stopped by. Most also handed over an identical card, while others used cash or something else

Many people roamed around and he was pleasantly shocked at the diversity. He even saw several people with mobility aids moving around as well. He felt his heart stutter at the very visible rainbow flag that said 'Love is Love'. Damn, he really wanted to work here.

Now to meet the CEO, well the receptionist who would send him up to the CEO's secretary who would then let him see the CEO. So, two people, he was guaranteed to meet first.

He walked up to the counter with a confident and friendly smile on his face. Though, his father had said he had a 'derpy smile and should stick with a indifferent face'. "Hello, my name is Connor Anderson and I'm here for an interview." His voice didn't even shake!

The woman looks up and smiles gently at him. That's something odd about her. No, not odd, different, and inquisitive. It's almost like she can see into his soul, it kind of makes him want to turn tail and run.

"Hello, it's wonderful to meet you. You will do well, Markus is on the top floor, you're free to go up now." She nodded towards the elevators and Connor couldn't help but give her an awkward smile.

That was a bit ominous but he shrugs it off as he makes his way to the elevators. There aren't many people in there but none seem too shocked he's going to the top, instead, they seem curious. Not in the cruel way some older adults are, but simply wondering who he was. He was a new face and it seemed plenty of people knew each other as they talked softly.

The elevator ride isn't long but it still feels like an eternity before he reaches the top. The top floor doesn't even have that much in it, not that Connor can see. There is a meeting room, which Connor assumes holds the most crucial meetings. There is the room where assumes the CEO will be behind, and three others that he can see.

There is also the secretary's area which is as large as a room but without a door. He walks up, and the woman sitting there looks up. Her face is fierce and almost stern as she looks him over. If he didn't know any better it would look like he was meat and she was deciding if he was good enough to eat or not. Not in the sexual way, though, he got massive lesbian vibes off her.

Her name tag said North, that was a unique name but oddly fitting and rather pretty too.

She is stunning, frown and all. Her strawberry blonde hair drapes over her shoulder in a loose braid, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. "Anderson. Connor Anderson, right?" She asks.

"Yes, that's me. I'm supposed to have an interview at 2?" He didn't lean on the counter, simply stood with his arms by his side, trying to appear open.

She nods and types something on her computer. "Alright, you can go in." She nodded to the door and Connor beamed at her.

"Thank you." She gave a small nod, watching him attentively. Damn, she could be security with the intensity of her stare. He definitely wouldn't fuck with anyone behind that door.

He knocked before entering, closing the door behind him. Oh shit. He would gladly fuck the man sitting there, though. His skin was a beautiful color, making his two-colored eyes stand out even more. He wore a wine red, slim-fit, three-piece suit. He had a black button-down making him look even sharper. He sat there in the aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor, showing off the best parts of him.

The man had shoulders for days and when he stood up with a smile Connor was ready to melt. Or even drop to his knees. He was most definitely not a white old man.

Hot CEO who cared about people? Yeah, Connor was swooning. He also had a small scar over one of his eyes that had Connor transfixed. "H-hi, my name is Connor. I'm here for an interview." God, he was gay. So very, very gay. He was actually bi, but right now he only had eyes for the man in front of him.

"Markus Manfred, it's wonderful to meet you, Connor." He offered a hand that Connor readily took. It was so warm and a bit thicker than Connor's own. He didn't want to let go, but holding on too long could be a red flag. "Please sit."

Connor nodded and sat down, feeling spectacularly undressed. Though, he'd love for Markus to undress him even more. "Thank you for having me. I must say, I was a bit surprised at the offer and the fact my interview would be with you personally."

He expected a manager or someone for HR at least. Not that he wasn't absolutely thrilled at this, he'd gladly meet Markus again and again.

Markus's laugh was what he assumed angels sounded like. "It is a bit different, but I think that's how most see the whole company. Since we would be working so close, I prefer to get a feel for you myself."

'Please feel me up,' Connor thought, his face flushing at the thought. He needed a cold shower and a slap to the face. "I think what you've done is admirable, it's far more than most would do."

"Far more? You believe there is more I could do?" Markus leaned forward on his desk, a small upturn to his lips. Those lips probably would feel so good on his own, or kissing down his neck.

Right, he needed to focus. Connor wasn't one to stay too quiet about his opinions even in the face of very powerful men. "Yes, you are very secretive, which I can understand. But there aren't nearly enough men of color in power that is shown. I believe you could do a lot of good as a role model for youth of color."

He himself was white, but he tried to stay up to date on the world and attempted to use his voice to amplify those who were silenced.

Markus's eyes widen at Connor's words. "I'm… I have thought of that. Thank you for your honesty, it's definitely refreshing."

Connor smiled and gave a humble nod. "Of course. If anything, I pride myself on my integrity." So being blunt played off, thank god.

Markus gave a deep hum. What would he sound like getting sucked off? Was he the loud type or was he silent? This was so inappropriate, but Connor couldn't seem to stop. "I can see that. Now, I've read over your resume, your qualifications are… impressive. May I ask why you quit your last job?"

And there it was. Luckily he doubted this would actually be too much of a problem. "My boss was manipulative and was known for sexually harassing female workers. I confronted him about it and he denied it, of course. The women are currently in the process of filing reports with the police." He was still in contact with multiple of them. Echo and Ripple were sweet girls and didn't deserve what happened to them.

Markus frowns and leans back into his chair. "I see. I can promise that will not happen here. If it does it will be handled and sent to the police as well. We have a zero-tolerance policy." He smoothed his hands over the desk and Connor followed his hands. They'd feel so excellent holding Connor, maybe even have Connor sit on the desk.

Still, they went through the normal interview questions. Before each question Connor paused, head tilted to one side just a smidge, and then he delivered an articulate answer. He honestly thought it was one of the best interviews he's been in. Other than the whole fantasizing thing. It was almost natural, their back and forth.

Connor ended up learning a lot about Markus, including that he didn't like being called Mr. Manfred, and he really wanted to get a pet at some point. Connor talked about himself, saying how he had a dog he snagged from his father every other week. It was almost like a date, and a really good one too.

Still, the urge to lean across the desk and kiss the man senseless was powerful. So strong he couldn't stop biting and licking his lips. He knew he was being obvious, but Markus hadn't called him out on it.

There were pictures on his desk too. A few caught his eye. The first was a picture of Markus in plain clothes with North and two other people. They were all grinning widely and leaning into each other.

Another was of Markus and one of the men in the pictures, he was pale with blonde hair, he was leaning into Markus and placing a kiss on his cheek. Markus was laughing in the picture and someone with dark skin, Connor assumed the other man from the first picture, held up bunny ears behind both of their heads.

It was oddly adorable, seeing Markus so relaxed with his friends. Connor hoped to see that side of him too one day, even if he didn't get the job.

"I will say," Markus grinned, cocking his head to the side, "you are the best I've spoken to so far." Connor didn't think he was lying either. That bode well for the job, which could lead to a friendship then maybe even more. "It has been absolutely wonderful meeting you," he handed over his card, "I'll give you a call when we've made a decision."

Connor took it as he stood, looking it over. It was a simple card, it wasn't one you'd give out to everyone. If Connor's instincts were right, then the number printed on it would be Markus' personal cell. "Then why are you giving me your number?"

"In case you want to call me." Markus tipped his head, his eyes seemingly sparkling.

"Oh." Connor bit his lip, flushing a deep red. Perhaps Markus was interested too, in more than Connor getting the job. It would be far from professional, but Connor knew how to keep the two separate. Hopefully, Markus did too. "Ok, thank you."

Markus offered his hand again and this time they both lingered, staring at each other. Connor broke away first, chuckling. "I, yeah, ok. I guess I'll hear from you or you'll hear from me." Either way, they would talk again.

He couldn't help the smile that was covered his face as he left the office. He glanced at North who raised an eyebrow at him again before snorting. "Oh thank god, he needs to get laid," North muttered but Connor still heard. He hid his smile before walking back to the elevator. Best interview ever.

[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama Part 5

It’s ya boi Oozy. Apparently my brain deeply desires to touch on some potentially uncomfortable subjects today. Warnings for a completely made up medical condition - that is NOT meant to depict anything irl and any similarity to such is completely unintentional on my part - being treated with some seriousness as a chronic condition that does impact Oozy’s life.

Also skirts the line a bit between Corny laziness, general Sansitude, and feelings of guilt and depression. And touch starvation. But thankfully the snake DOES get pet in this and he ends the chapter happy ^u^

The Corny species of lamia belongs to @vex-bittys

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           Oozy was laying in his hammock, a thing patched together from whatever they make raincoats from, as almost always. He could get down, but then someone would have to deal with the mess. Besides, one of the staff had gotten him a waterproof phone long ago. The hammock was coated in a layer of slime… as was he. As always. Most people found it gross, but he’d been born with it.

           Despite what some might think, snakes aren’t slimy… usually. He was a rare exception to that. No one could figure out why, it wasn’t anything wrong with him physically… So far as they could tell his soul just thought he was an amphibian or something. Maybe he should join the Kraits, but they didn’t seem overly fond of his weird magic-mucus either (not that they’d ever say it). Heh. But for real, the best theory anyone had was either that he did have some kind of amphibian magic-gene that wasn’t working right, or that for some reason his soul couldn’t process magic quite right, making a sort of buildup of inert magical sludge. Possibly both. So yeah, he was a slimy boy.

           If he showered more often it’d probably be manageable, but then some worker would have to clean up after him on the way to the shower and they’d have to rinse the hammock off too or else there’d be little point in showering in the first place, and if he was taking two or three showers a day, when would anyone else? Plus that’s just a lot of showers. Nah, it’s easier for everyone to just not. Or maybe those are just excuses, but hey, he’s a lazybones, born and bred.

           Oozy sits there in a half-daze, only partly awake as his hammock slowly sways. There was a podcast going on in his ears but he was only half-listening. Somehow he’d gotten from DnD advice to doctors? More likely he just hit a button by accident. Regardless of how he got here, her voice is soothing, even if he probably doesn’t need to know much about orthopedics. It’s enough to make him want to nap…

           Until footsteps come by. He waits for them to pass, but they don’t. He peaks an eye open to see a girl pacing back and forth, occasionally stealing glances at the nursery. Looks like they’ve got a new volunteer. Well, he should introduce himself then.

           “Yo, sup,” Oozy says. He stretches his arms and neck, joints popping, and pushes his upper body up onto the fake-trees holding his hammock up so he can get a better view of her. His nose flicks and he impulsively says, “Ya smell like dirt.”

           “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I work in a greenhouse.” Dear lord she was loud. Not upset or yelling or anything, but she could rival a full grown Papython.

           “Ah, they bring you in to get us more real plants or something? I don’t know if they can have indoor trees though.”

           “Probably not. Most trees aren’t really shade-plants anyways, and even if they were, they can’t grow strong enough without wind.”

           “Really? Huh, weird. But I’ll take your word for it,” Oozy says. He removes a little more of himself from the slimy confines of his hammock, draping himself over the tree and leaning his upper body down so he’s closer to her level. “So, why are you here then? Looking to adopt? I think you’ve gone too far then.” There weren’t many to adopt this far back. There wasn’t officially a “permanent residency” ward or anything, and theoretically anyone could get adopted, but let’s face it, they weren’t going to. They were hidden in the back for a reason, you’d have to be looking for a special case to even reach him.

           “I heard there’s DnD.”

           Oozy blinks a few times, then chuckles, “Well alright then!” Not the answer he expected, but okay. “They advertising it now?”

           “I mean, apparently yeah! Though in retrospect, I think you were expected to come with a lamia…” The girl looked down,

           Oozy shrugged, “Maybe. They have community events now and then and stuff.” Or maybe they were trying to get some of them out of there. No reason it couldn’t be both.

           The girl nodded. “So, uh… I followed someone, they had gold teeth? The DM. Then one of the cobra ones wanted me to leave, and, uh… Should I go?”

           Keith had taken her to the nursery, hadn’t he? “Nah, Keith just did something dumb. Whatcha thinking of playing?” He was curious how she was going to be worked in. They pretty well had their bases covered already. Red was the Tank and melee fighter, Trousle was the party face, Nikolai had healing and support covered, Liam was the other party face who really liked fireballs (freaking sorcerers), and… Well, Oozy himself was mostly just there to goof around. He’d made a ranger and had an Giant Owl (maybe not on the list, but Keith was nice enough to give him an upgrade since rangers were kinda bad in 5e) as his animal companion. The “hoo” jokes flew left and right! What could he say, him and his Giant Owl, Hoodini, were birds of a feather.

           “I mean, I figured I’d see what you guys already have? Warlocks are one of my favorites – patrons are basically built in lore – but Druids are a mood and Martials can be fun too. Sometimes you just wanna smash stuff with a big hammer, y’know?”

           “Mood.” Oozy said. “Well, we could probably use another full martial, but ask Hux, that’s sorta his thing, y’know?”

           The girl nodded. “Sounds good.”

           “Heh, yeah. Name’s Oozy by the way. Who are you?”

           “Alex.”

           “Nice to meet ya Alex. I’d shake your hand, but, well…” He held his hands up, shrugging. A drop of slime hit the floor.

           “Are you okay by the way? You’re kinda…” She made a vague hand motion, squirming in place.

           “Eh, I live with it. Called Oozy for a reason, y’know?” Oozy said.

           “… can I touch it? Or you? Both?”

           Oozy blinked a few times, surprised. “Uh… sure? If ya want?” He crawled a little further down, looping around the tree to keep himself stable. The girl’s hand reached out and touched his head. It was rather nice, actually. He found himself leaning into it, the gentle strokes feeling warm and tingly despite her hands being cold. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? His tail relaxes some as he sinks into the feeling, eyes shutting.

           …

           …

           …

           Well, if she wants to keep petting him, he’s not going to stop her. This feels great. Hopefully she’s not just trying to be nice, but she seems pretty wrapped up in it herself, running her fingers through the layer of goo that had built up and down to the bone below. Oozy was vaguely aware that he was dripping all over the floor (and probably on her shoes, but they were caked in dirt and scuffs anyways), but y’know what, it was someone else’s problem. He started to reach out instinctively, wanting to wrap around her and cuddle, but she drew back.

           “Uh… sorry. I don’t really like my clothes getting wet… It’s really uncomfortable.”

           Something in him deflated, soul feeling heavy, but he put on a lax smile and nodded, “Eh, don’t worry about it.” Just keep petting him, please…

           “It’s alright. Heh, it feels kinda cool, y’know? Maybe not exactly like slime, but, like… It’s fun to play with.” Pause. “That’s a weird thing to say, huh?”

           Oozy snorted, “A little, but I ain’t gonna complain.”

           “Can I…?” She pointed to his tail.

           “Go for it.”

           Her fingers stroked down the length of his scales and he shuddered. It didn’t feel bad or sexual or anything, but it’d been a while since anyone had stroked him. Dear lord how did he go so long without this? He wanted nothing more than to wrap around her in a full body cuddle, to just run fingers through her hair and vice versa, to just get any kind of physical contact from someone. He was starving for it. Tears sprung to his eyesockets but he blinked them away before she could see. It was just so nice…

           “Thank ya,” he whispered, voice coming out choked.

           “Are you alright?”

           “Yeah… Yeah.” His soul felt a little lighter and he smiled in earnest, “Heh, feels good to get some of this off me.” Maybe he should take a shower today… The floor was a mess anyways after all. But it’s fine, it’s tile. It’d mop up. “Thanks.”

           “No problem. I think you feel cool.”

           “I mean, I am a reptile.” He snorted at himself, finally just saying fuck it and crawling down to sprawl on the floor like a limp, happy noodle. “I mean, probably.” There was a slight chance he was an amphibian after all.

[sunshineandbnha]

Forever Mine - vamp! Mirio x oblivious! reader

Word count: 3,381

Warnings: oblivious reader, toxic relationship, any OOC-ness is explained/justified by changes in his past in this au, minimal editing because I was trying to get this out today, we die like procrastinating fan-writers.

A/n: This was something I wrote because my friend, @sunflower-kami-boi, wanted something like this. And the #Hauntober prompt for today was vampire. I hope it’s good enough.

Also, something that happens in the end is inspired by a very short fic @tomurasprincess wrote with Shindou. This one

This is also a outlier to the majority of my fics. Hope you like it.

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Everything was quiet. The streets abandoned. A streetlight flickered as you walked past it. The air seeped through your clothes and sent a shiver down your spine.

Music blared into your ears through your earbuds. A cheery tone you skipped to. A smile was ever present on your face as you made your way home.

You only stopped when you noticed something on the sidewalk. It was black, so you first assumed it was a shadow. But then you realized it was round and stuck out. You began to approach more cautiously until it began to move. It became less of a ball as a head poked out into view. Large green eyes stared at you.

"Mew"

"Awww. Hello, kitty!" you cooed. You crouched down and held out your hand to the cat.

It hesitated, but came closer when its nose began twitching at your scent. It slowly crept closer to you to sniff your fingertips. The small puffs of air tickled them. The cat apparently found you trustworthy and nudged your hand with its head. Rubbing its face with your hand pulled its mouth into a smile. If you leaned in close enough, you could hear the low rumble of a pur.

"Aw, are you alone?" you said. "Don't you have any kitty friends? Well, if you don't, I could be your friend."

You adjusted your hand to glide along it's back. The black fur felt slightly coarse on your hand. Flakes of dirt began sticking to your hand as you pet the cat, but you didn't care. It rubbed itself against your leg. You couldn’t quite see its head anymore since it was going around you, but you were perfectly content with petting the tail.

The cat's body went tense and its back started to raise rigidly. It turned. Scatting off into the alleyway within a second. Leaving your hand floating in abandon.

You were confused and the feeling of joy sank away. Did you somehow scare the kitty?

You slowly stood up.

"Hello." A voice sounded behind you.

You jumped and turned as you pulled out your earbuds. Standing directly behind you, a little too close, was a boy. He had big broad shoulders and arms that appeared to be very strong. His blond hair stuck up slightly. His blue eyes bore into yours with curiosity and expectation.

"Hello," he said as if to taste the word again.

"Hello," you took the smallest step back, but didn't make too big of a deal about his closeness.

"What's your name?"

You blurted the answer out without a thought. Then you noticed a detail that wasn't simply a trick of the light. "You're looking a little pale. Are you cold or sick?" You placed your hand on his forehead, on your tippy toes so you could reach it.

His eyes went wide and the smallest amount of color came to his cheeks. He seemed to stiffen up at the contact.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Yeah." He answered as you pulled away your hand. Why did he look sad? But it must have been your imagination because his face turned into a smile. "Hey, why don't you meet me tomorrow at this one restaurant tomorrow?"

"That sounds fun!" You smiled. "I heard tomorrow was going to be a nice sunny day! We c-"

"Actually, I was thinking more like after dark. I'm free then."

"Okay. Can you text me the address of the place?" You scrambled through your messy bag. "Where is it- oh! Here's some paper." You scribbled down your number and handed it to him.

"Yeah! I'll text you." He took the paper.

You both stood there smiling at each other for a second. Not necessarily because you were feeling happier than usual, just because you smiled all the time. And you were wondering what you were supposed to do next.

"Oh! Right! I need to get back home!" You turned your body to begin walking again and waved to him. "Bye! See ya tomorrow!"

"Bye." You heard him as you began jogging away.

You didn't look back, but he stood there. He stood and stared at you. He smiled. He couldn't wait to have you all to himself forever.

~

You rushed out the door and onto the street. The moment you woke up, your mind replayed the meeting from the night before. At about 3 am was when you had gotten the text about the address. Though you didn't see it until morning when you woke up. You asked him when you should meet him. He responded 'after the sun goes down.'

You slowed down as you wandered in front of the restaurant he described. A couple walked past you as your eyes searched for him. Darkness engulfed everything, making it harder to recognize anyone. You bit your lip.

"You're here."

You turned. There he was. Staring right at you with a huge smile, his skin still pale. Did he just walk out of the shadows?

"Yep. It's great to see you again," you bounced on your toes. "So are we going to go in?" The lights and laughter from inside sounded so inviting.

"Actually, I got somewhere I want to show you. It'll be great. I promise" He gently grabbed your hand and began to pull you along.

Your feet stepped along the pavement. A magical force seemingly pulled on you. It felt like you were being swept into a dream. He began to pick up speed while pulling you by tall buildings. Though as he went quicker and quicker, you found yourself stumbling more and more. You would have fallen on your face if it weren't for his firm grip on your hand. How was it humanly possible for him to be that fast? He must have gone to the gym a lot. At least that's what his body would suggest.

"Can you slow down just a little bit?"

He looked back at you and stopped. The sudden change caused you to bump into him. Before you could apologize, you felt yourself being picked up. A hand under your legs and one on your back.

"Better?" he looked at you with the most gentle, caring expression.

Your heart picked up an extra beat. Forcing yourself to respond in some way, you nodded your head. With your confirmation, he began running again. The wind patted you and you blinked several times with the wind in your eyes. Your face heated up slightly. There was nothing to be nervous about. You had just told him you had trouble keeping up, so he picked you up. Simple as that.

The buildings suddenly cleared. The clouds were illuminating in an enchanting blue as they wrapped around the moon. The light shone on the water and reflected onto everything like a blanket.

You were barely able to take it in when you lost your sense of what was going on. Everything blurred, the wind seemed to change in different directions and intensities, and you felt a force pushing on you like you were going up an elevator.

When you looked around again, you were on top of one of the buildings by the water. He set you down as you took in everything. There was a picnic dinner already set up. Lit candles were scattered around it along with some rose petals.

"Wow! This looks amazing! But, how did you climb the building so fast?"

"I'm glad you like it," he laughed. "Here. I got you some steak." He motioned to the plate on the picnic blanket.

He had probably just quickly climbed up a fire escape and you had just become disoriented. You walked to the blanket covering the cold concrete. With carefulness, you set yourself onto it. You looked up at him as he sat across from you to join you.

"This looks like a lot of work. Thank you so much- Oh! I don't even know your name yet. I forgot to ask yesterday. Sorry." Your hand came to your mouth

"It's alright. I'm Togata Mirio."

"Okay. Thank you for all of this Togata." You smiled.

"Call me Mirio." He insisted. "That's what my friends called me. Before..." he trailed off. The light from the candles shone off of his eyes.

You tilted your head. Did he lose his friends? How?

"Okay, Mirio."

Then you both proceeded to enjoy your meal.

(If you're vegan or vegetarian, just imagine that you never ate the steak and that you explained to him you don't eat that and he got to something else.)

He seemed to be eating a rare piece of meat. You didn't know if people ate things that raw. Then again, it may have just been a trick of the light. The candles only served to bring a light layer of golden light that blended with the moon's silver rays. Even stranger, he seemed to suck on it quite a bit. Though you chalked that up to just a strange eating habit.

You tilted your head and moved in closer to get a better look "You're still pale. Like you're sick... Why don't we go back to my place? At least after we're done here. I have soup there and I heard soup is good for colds. At least I think."

He nodded. "Yeah. You're right. That sounds good." He adjusted himself to sit right next to you. For several seconds of silence, you gazed at the moon.

"Will you be mine?" He whispered.

"Yours?"

He nodded.

You thought about it. What did he mean being 'his'? Actually, he just mentioned something about losing his friends. And he had asked you to call him by his given name, what his friends called him.

You wanted to be his friend. Especially after everything he did for you. And he seemed lonely.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Sunshine." He hugged you close to him. "I promise I'll be everything you need."

~

He remembered that night so well. He was just sitting on the rooftop. The moon was his only friend. The only one he had in a long time. He had sighed and looked down. And there you were. Looking so adorable and perfect. A smile brightening up your face like a ray of sunshine.

That was when he knew. You had to be his.

He greeted you and you responded well. It felt like a dream. You touched his forehead and he blushed for the first time he could remember. He wished your hand would never leave his face.

And then when you pet that cat. "Are you alone? Don't you have any kitty friends? Well, if you don't, I could be your friend."

After you left, he had stolen and phone off of a guy. It took longer than he wanted to because he wanted to pick someone who was rich and would have no trouble affording another phone.

After he had gotten turned into a vampire, everyone had grown suspicious of him and never trusted him like they used to. This along with only being able to come out at night meant he was unemployed.

He had managed to survive. Though none of it was very pleasant. Except for when he was with you. All the years of solitude and misery faded away. It gave him a feeling of euphoria. Something he would kill to keep.

He got everything ready, including a piece of meat he could suck the blood from. And you loved it. He could see it. And you said you'd be his. He never wanted to let you go.

And he never would.

~

From that day on, you spent more and more time with him. All of your freetime was spent with him. His apartment slowly became more like your second home. He always wanted to hang out there during the day. You slept over a few times.

It was strange how he didn't seem to have very much. And it was slowly getting nicer as if he had only just begun fixing it up more. And he would always have you go in through the window using the fire escape.

You were partly right.

After you finished up with work, you found yourself walking to his place on auto pilot. You couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

You never asked him about this in fear it would be rude or spring negative emotions. He was probably just in a rough patch of life and was making it look better since you were coming more often.

It had been four hours since you talked in person. Twenty minutes since you had a conversation through text. He was so upset when you had to go. You wished you didn't have to work.

The metal rattled until you were at the correct window.

And like always, he was right by the window, waiting to let you in.

"How have you been?" He hugged you close to him as soon as you came through.

He kissed the top of your head. No big deal, right? Though, if you were being honest, you were starting to catch feelings. However, you were afraid that he would think you were being weird.

"Good."

"But better now that you're here, right?"

"Yep!"

You both sat on the couch and you began giving a brief description of your day.

"And this one nice guy came in and we gave each other our numbers-"

"Wait." His expression turned dark as he looked down at you. His grip around your shoulder tightened. "Who? And why do you need to talk to him?"

"Well, he was nice and he wanted to. And I didn’t see any problem with it..." Your voice slowly died out as none of your words changed the constricting change in tone that threatened to choke you out.

"Why would you do that?" He asked, pulling his arm away from you. "Why would you talk to anyone else? Are you trying to replace me? You aren't going to spend more time with him and forget about me, are you?"

His eyes were pleading. His tone sounded so hurt. Like you betrayed him.

You sat up. "Oh! No! Of course not." You moved your hand to touch him as if you were calming down a large, rampaging animal.

"But why would you want to be with anyone else?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it. I promise. You're the only one I ever want to talk to."

His breathing finally slowed and his muscles untensed. "Okay. You're important to me. I'll always be loyal to you. And you'll always be loyal to me. Did that guy recently meet you?"

"Yeah. While I was working."

He hummed. "People, especially ones you meet like that, might be trying to trick you or take advantage of you."

"Really?" Your spine straightened. Your eyes went wide in fear of the very thought.

"Why would someone like that want to talk with you so quickly?"

Your breathing quickened and your mind was blurring and spinning. Would it really be that easy for people to take advantage of you? How many people would try to hurt you or take you? What if you didn't even notice someone was like that and fell into their trap?

"B-But I don't want that. I'm sorry. I didn't think about that. I promise to be careful next time." Tears began springing out of your eyes

"Oh, it's okay. Shh. Shhh." He pulled you into him which you gladly accepted.

His shirt soaked up your tears. His hand glided along your back, soothing you. He kept hushing you reassuringly. Rocking you in his arms.

"I won't do it again," you whimpered.

"I'm just glad you told me in time and realized it," he whispered in your ear. "You're my smart girl. Don't worry. I'll protect you."

~

One day, he finally confessed to you that he was a vampire. It all suddenly made sense. His pale skin, never wanting to go out during the day, being so lonely. It turned out his apartment was part of an abandoned building.

He told you about how he was bitten one day when he was younger. He had no idea if it was away actual vampire or a quirk that produced the same effect, but over the course of a few months, all of his dreams and loved ones seemed to fade away.

He became lonely. And it became clear he wouldn’t get into U.A. Especially if he could only go out at night. No one wanted to be around a vampire. He lost everything.

He said how vampires, at least him, didn't need to feed as often as humans. But he often found it difficult to get the amount of blood he needed without hurting anyone.

You asked if he would be able to take a small amount of blood from you. He told you that he could. You would only get turned into a vampire if he made too big of a puncture and you drank blood afterwards. But all he would need was a small hole every once and awhile.

You hugged him and comforted him. He needed you. And now you saw how important you were to him.

And thanked you and you felt reassured that he didn't have to starve and had a friend.

You came over to his place, once again. At this point, you didn't even need your apartment anymore.

"Hey! I'm here!" You called.

"Where were you? You're 10 minutes late. Why didn’t you respond to my texts?"

You pulled out your phone and looked. "Oh, sorry. My phone was on silent because my boss didn't like all the noise it made when you kept texting me."

"Why is texting you a problem? Is your work more important than me? I thought you said you'd always be there for me." Those sad eyes bore into you and you surrendered.

The worry lines on his face softened. He gently led you hand to his cheek and held it there. You both there for several moments.

"No. Never in a thousand years." You walked over to put your hand on him. "I'm sorry I got held up. I'll be on time next time."

"Is something on your mind?" He asked when he noticed you gazing down.

"Well... my family and friends stopped talking to me. I don't think they want me around anymore," you admitted while biting the inside of your lip.

"Why? Didn't you say they loved you? Why would they do that to you?" His voice was filled with concern.

"I... I don't know. I text them and ask about how they are, but they never answer." Tears began to blur your vision. "The least they could do is tell me they're busy."

"Listen to me," he lifted your chin to face him. "You're the most amazing girl ever. And if they decide to do that to you, then they don't deserve even a second of you thinking about them."

"Thank you, but... I guess I feel really alone. Y'know? I know I should get over it, but it still hurts," you sniffled.

He squeezed you tighter. "I know exactly how that feels. But you don't have to worry. We got each other. And I love you. Why don't you quit your job and move in here with me. That way we won't ever have to part."

He felt so relieved that you were finally going to only be with him. Everyone else would have just kept you away from him and never truly appreciate you like he would.

You didn't need to know that he was the one sneaking onto your phone and deleting messages. All you needed to know was that you were safe and he would never let you go.

You nodded into him. "That sounds nice. Thank you, Mirio."

You felt so safe and warm in his arms. Like a soft blanket wrapped around you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck. He lightly kissed the top of your head.

"It's okay. You'll be safe and happy with me forever."

[dearchikkie]

Truth or Dare

MARICHAT MAY 2020

Day 5: Dare

A/N: I.LOVE.TENSE.TRUTH.OR.DARE. The drama, the divide, just everything!! jskhdakjhd I had fun writing this one, you can probably tell by now but I really love when Chat and Mari are just chilling together as friends and being dorks. You'll probably see them geeking out on my day 7 fic, so watch out for that ;) Anyway: hope you enjoy this one!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Marinette was bad- no, scratch that- terrible at sleepovers. From the age of nine, she could barely sleep in her own room without crying out for her mother or father in the night. Tom and Sabine had tried everything ranging from nightlights to singing toys, but none comforted her fears. When she finally made a friend at school to have sleepovers with, she ended up vomiting in their sink after drinking too much soda and begging her mom to come pick her up.

She had been apprehensive to try again, but after being begged to attend a classmates slumber party, she dedicated herself to getting over her fears and having a fun time. Unfortunately, she hadn't trained hard enough. A few hours into when she should have been sleeping, she thought she had heard a ghost. Young Marinette had tiptoed down the stairs to investigate, and saw standing in the kitchen a deathly zombie.

In her defence, she didn't know the birthday girl had an older brother, so seeing a mysterious boy lit only by the fluorescent lights of their fridge, it seemed perfectly acceptable to scream as loud as she could.

In the end, her father came and picked her up. Marinette would have preferred to stay, but after awaking the entire house at 3am, she decided it was best if she just went home.

After that, there wasn't really a strong desire to embarrass herself anymore, so she avoided sleepovers entirely. She didn't go camping with Mylene, she didn't jam out with Juleka, she couldn't even braid her hair with Rose! By the time Alya transferred, everyone knew Marinette just didn't do sleepovers, so when Alya invited her to one it came as a shock to the young teen. Although anxious, Marinette gave sleepovers one last chance.

She didn't cry. She didn't vomit. She had fun.

Alya introduced her to all the iconic sleepover traditions: gossip, movies, snacks, skincare, more gossip and [most importantly] sleepover games. Marinette fell in love with them instantly. Of course, she had played these before, but never in her pajamas at 1 AM loaded on sugar.

So with her parents out of town and Alya stuck at a convention in the states, it seemed only fair she throw a slumber party with her second best friend.

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"What brand did you buy? This is taking forever!" Marinette glared at the sizzling pan. She had trusted Chat to bring the popcorn since bulk-buying packets would have been suspicious to her parents [the same parents she promised could rest easy knowing she wouldn't have people over] but he had shown up wielding a fancy looking packet of kernels. Marinette frowned at the pan's foil; it should be rising, but instead stayed pathetically flat no matter how high she raised the heat.

Chat snatched the packet off Marinette's kitchen counter, "Some brand called 'Papa's Organic Snacks', the store clerk said it was the best!"

"Let me see that," the noirette left the stove, the popcorn wasn't going to pop any time soon so she felt safe leaving it unsupervised, "Chat! This was 70 euros! You shouldn't waste money just on some popcorn,"

"It's not wasting money, this is our first super fun sleepover and I didn't want to just get some cheap popcorn!"

"You sound spoiled."

"Maybe I am." not maybe. He was. He didn't want to admit it, but Adrien knew he was spoilt. He had all the video games he wanted, all the clothing he tried, all the books he read, he got them no questions asked. Hell, look at his room! Flatscreen TV's, a rock-climbing wall and a personal library, no one even cared when he suddenly required masses of expensive cheese.

As Adrien, he was spoilt with material objects. Unlimited amounts of money and recognition, celebrities knowing him by name and fangirls flocking him as he walked down the street.

"Yes! It's popping! After I butter these up we'll finally get this sleepover started!"

As Chat Noir, he was spoiled like this.

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"Chat, truth or dare?" the leather-clad hero pondered for a moment, before replying,

"Truth!"

"What? Boring," Marinette threw a handful of popcorn at Chat. She laughed as he tried swatting it away, "aren't you supposed to be brave or something?"

"Who says I'm not being brave? Who knows what dastardly questions you'll ask," the cat feigned a horrified gasp and fell back onto Marinette's chaise.

The noirette grinned at him, tugging back on his tail, "I'm sure you can handle an innocent teen girls question. Sit back down, I'm gonna get serious."

Slowly, Chat slid off the chaise and regained his place besides Marinette, munching on another large chunk of caramel popcorn. The teenage girl slowly gestured for Chat to lean in closer. Then closer. The closer, eventually, he was so close he could feel her warm breath on his ear, the hairs on his neck sticking on end.

"Chat Noir..." she whispered, Who's your civilian identity?"

"WHAT?" in a rush, Chat fell back. Popcorn spilt all over the ground as Chat stared wide-eyed at the giggling girl in front of him. "P-Princess, I c-care about you and you a-are one of my closest f-friends, b-but I- I can't just- my i-identity has t-to be, Ladybug would kill me!" Chat stumbled over his words, eyes sporadically moving back and forth. 

His rambling stopped when he heard a quiet laugh. When he looked up, he saw Marinette barely able to contain her amusement, but a single look at Chat's flustered face broke her control as she burst out laughing.

"Oh, Chaton- I'm kidding! There's no way you'd just be able to reveal yourself to a civilian," before Chat could object Marinette spoke again, "My REAL question is this: Why do you keep coming over?"

Chat frowned, "And here I thought you enjoyed my company." he huffed. Marinette set a hand tentatively on his shoulder,

"Silly cat. I do now! But even back when we barely knew each other, you still showed up to chat; why?"

"Nice pun,"

"Not the point." Marinette scoffed, but Chat now grinned eagerly as he sidled up beside her.

"Well, It's kinda complicated," Chat shoved another handful on popcorn down his throat, causing Marinette to have to wait another minute before he could start speaking again. After taking a long sip of soda, Chat continued,

"I don't really know why I kept visiting you. I just, I didn't feel like being my civilian self and talking to people as myself. But the only person I could talk to as Chat Noir was Ladybug, and you know she's never out late unless there's an akuma. Then I remembered the Evillustrator and Wereded akuma's."

"When we first met,"

Chat nodded, "You didn't put me on a pedestal and suck up to me, nor did you completely ignore me and just ask about Ladybug. You were just... yourself. Now that I look back at it all, I have no idea why I chose you. I just saw you gardening, munching on a cinnamon roll and decided to talk to you. While I severely regret being so weird at first, that was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made."

The room became eerily silent. Chat could feel his face redden, desperately avoiding eye contact with the girl beside him. "...And, I'm probably the biggest sweet tooth in Paris; befriending the Bakers daughter was bound to happen at some point!" he chuckled nervously. When Chat finally got the nerve to look Marinette in the eye, he saw just how badly her flushed face matched his.

"Ah! I forgot! Papa made some snacks earlier and I snuck some away- let me go get them!" Marinette bundled down the stairs, slamming her hatch behind her. Chat exhaled after he heard Marinette's footsteps fade into the background. Good job Chat! Go ahead and gush all about how 'amazing' she is and make things awkward! He gulped down a full glass of soda, chugging it all in one go.

After a few minutes, the bedroom hatch burst open, startling Chat. Marinette reappeared at the top holding a tray filled with sugary macarons. Chat drooled at the sight of them, pupils dilating as he gazed over the pink and green desserts, "They're raspberry and green tea, I hope you like them,"

"They're incredible, Mari! Thank you so much, thank your père for me." Marinette smiled as Chat grabbed a pink macaron.

"You haven't even tried them yet,"

"I have trust in your father." hesitantly, Chat took a small bite. After chewing for only a few seconds he shoved the rest of it into his mouth, eyes shut with pleasure. "These are incredible, Princess," Chat moaned.

Marinette's cheeks glowed a similar colour to the macaron Chat was so affectionate of. She pulled him back to their seating arrangements, "C'mon, It's my turn to be asked,"

After licking the tips of his fingers, Chat turned his attention back to Marinette, "Fine, follow up question then, mademoiselle. Why did you keep letting me in?"

Marinette froze, "What?"

"Back then, I know why I kept showing up, but you also kept letting me into your room. Sharing sweets, showing me designs..."

"I, uh..."

"Hmm?"

"Maybe I just felt bad for the stray cat that kept appearing on my rooftop."

"What's wrong Marinette, afraid to tell me just how enamored you truly were by me?"

Chat laid his head down on Marinette's lap, ignoring the evil gaze that followed him down, "I wasn't 'enamored' by you. I just," she set a hand on Chat's hair, slowly petting it as if a blonde cat laid in her lap. Technically, one did.

"I don't know why I let you in those first few times, I guess it just seemed polite? But then after a few times of you visiting me, I got to know you. I liked hanging out with you, and I still do. You're one of my closest friends, Chaton. Truly."

Marinette stared back down at Chat. His eyes were trained solely on her, his cheeks tinged red. "You really think that?"

Marinette laughed, "Of course I do, Kitty. Why do you think you're here right now?"

Slowly, Chat sat up. He angled his face just in front of Marinettes, his eyelids drooping ever so slightly, "Truth or Dare?"

"Well, we've already had two truths in a row so I kinda have to choose dare," laughed Marinette. Her laughter ceased when she noticed how serious Chat's face had turned.

"I dare you to kiss me."

Her breath hitched in her throat. Marinette could hear her heart beating louder and louder as Chat inched closer to her face. His hot breath spread over her face as her skin tingled at the feel of it.

Suddenly, Chat's eyes widened and pushed himself away from her. His face now more red than ever, he stood up and turned around, "Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I probably just ruined everything- I should go." Chat ran to the rooftop, but Marinette grabbed his tail and pulled him back. Gradually rising to stand in front of him.

Wordlessly, Marinette forced herself forward, embracing Chat as she closed the distance between them. Their hearts burned. Chat wrapped his arms around Marinettes waist and pulled her closer, heat staining both their faces.

They never started the next round.

[hms-chill]

The Long Way

A nice fun Liam/Spencer fic, because these boys deserve the world.

Summary: (Alternately titled "SOMEONE GIVE LIAM A HUG" or "Stronk Farm Boyfriends")Liam's just finishing up vet school, and he's a month shy of achieving the thing he's been working for since he was a kid. When he gets called out to a farm to witness a calf birth and notices something wrong, under-researched, and curable, it's the perfect thing to treat and document so he can write a paper that will jump-start his career. Of course, the fact that the calf is owned by a cute dairy farmer doesn't hurt, either.

Chapter 1: 

Liam is just getting back to his apartment when he gets the call, and he's back out the door before he even sets his bag down. His boss's contact's cow has gone into labor, and as much as she should be able to do it on her own, if he wants to pass his farm residency requirement, Liam has to be there when she gives birth. It's probably unnecessary, but he doesn't really mind; it'll be nice to spend a bit of time on a ranch before he's got to get back to studying. The ranch is a reasonable drive, and it's a nice night out. Really, exam aside, the calf picked a beautiful time to come into the world. The bluebells are in bloom, and it's looking like they'll have a gorgeous sunset, so if they come along soon enough, their first view of the sky will be a fantastic one.

His phone's GPS takes him to the ranch gate, and he grins as he drives over the cattle guard. Something about the way his tires jolt always feels special somehow; it takes him out of a world of exams and bills and exhaustion and into the fantasy ranch of his childhood dreams. There's a big farm house, a few barns, and then open pasture as far as the eye can see, a small herd grazing against the backdrop of the setting sun.

He finds the right barn easily enough, and though he doesn't see his boss's truck, he parks outside. When he opens the door, he's hit with the unmistakable scent of a farm. Objectively, it's an awful smell, but he just grins and lets it wash over him for a second before he grabs his bag and goes into the barn, which is apparently full of nicely bedded cattle boxes. There's the buzz of an overhead electric light, the gentle lowing of cattle, and a quiet human voice cutting through the sounds of the barn.

"You're doing great; I'm so proud of you. Yeah, it's alright. Ooh, that was a big one. You're doing so well, and the doctors will be here soon, just to see if you need any help. Yes, you could do this all by yourself, because you're a big girl, but I want to make sure you're okay." It's a nice voice, and Liam tracks it down to a nice looking man, one sitting in the hay of a box with a cow's head in his lap. She's breathing heavily, her sides heaving as he pets her face. There's a calf just starting to emerge below her tail.

"I'm Liam; I'm one of the doctors coming to make sure she's doing alright. How's it been so far?" he asks, crouching beside the farmer. He looks up, and Liam registers somewhere that he's cute.

"I'm Spencer. She's doing well, from what I can tell. It's been longer than some of the other births I've been here for, but they always feel longer in the moment than they really are." The cow heaves another labored breath, and Spencer turns back to petting her face, quietly promising her that he's going to look after her and telling her that she's doing great. It's very, very sweet.

Liam turns to the cow, too, moving her tail aside gently and rubbing her back as he checks on how the calf's doing. Another push, and the calf emerges a bit more. "It looks like she's doing well," he says, and Spencer spares him a smile. Liam digs through his bag, finding gloves for when it's time to make sure the calf is alright and double checking to make sure he has what he needs in case something's wrong. In all likelihood, everything will be find and he won't have needed to be here at all, but he's supposed to see a cow birth before he becomes a full-fledged vet, and it doesn't hurt to reassure the farmer. Especially not when the farmer is as sweet as this one.

It's a tense few moments, full of quiet reassurances and gentle pats, but finally, the cow heaves a final deep breath, gives a final push, and the calf slides into the world. Liam pulls the gloves on just in case, then offers a pair to Spencer, who takes them with a smile. The cow is getting up to check her calf, so they back away a bit, Spencer giving her a last pat as they do.

"She did good," Liam says, and Spencer nods. Liam's boss comes running in just as the calf staggers to their feet, and he's just in time to see them stumble and fall. Spencer's ready to go help them immediately, but Liam holds him back, giving them a few more chances to stand and stumble before he eventually steps forward to see what's wrong. What he finds is a pair of curved front legs, bowing outward at the knee. He helps the calf to stand, and they can hold it, but when they step forward to try to suckle, they stumble. Spencer cries out and hurries to help them, and Liam can hear his boss sigh.

"Crooked calf," his boss says. Spencer wraps his arms around the slimy calf and helps them stumble forward to suckle, stepping back a bit when they latch but refusing to go far. Liam steps back, too, watching them for a moment. At a bigger farm, or one where the farmer didn't care so much, a calf whose crooked legs were this bad would be put down. But watching Spencer support them, watching him pet the mom and calm her, something twists inside Liam.

"Can I talk to you? Outside, just for a minute?" His boss nods and leads the way outside.

"You know, in a case this bad--"

"I know. But he... I've seen a calf heal from this before. Maybe not this bad, but growing up, it happened to a neighbor's calf and with splints and therapy, they got better. You'd never have known. And I think... I don't know this farmer as well as you do, but I think if there's a farmer in the world who's going to fight for a calf and give them the care they'll need to get better, I think it's this one."

"You think you can save the calf?"

"I think I can try. And I think, at a farm like this, they have a chance."

"Alright. I'll get someone else to take over your morning shift tomorrow; if you can get this calf walking you'll have done a miracle."

"Well, it's not a bad place to hang out for a bit," Liam says, eyes wandering out over the pastures that surround the barn. "Bell would love it here."

"I bet she would, all this open space."

"I'm going to get her a place like this someday; she deserves it," Liam says.

"Who?" he turns, and Spencer's standing in the door of the barn, the front of his shirt covered in gunk from the newborn calf.

"Bell; she's my baby girl. But we're here for your baby. They've got--"

"She. She's... she's a girl. And I know something's wrong with her, and I know when the vet doesn't want you there for a conversation it's not usually a good sign, but if there's anything we can do, I--"

"We're going to try," Liam says, making his mind up right then and there. "It's going to be tough, but I've seen a calf heal from this, and so we're going to fight for her, alright?"

Spencer nods, and Liam says goodbye to his boss, then leads the way back into the barn. Spencer trails him, looking anxious. "So, what she's got is called crooked calf. It's not well researched, and in a case this bad, there's a chance she won't be able to move, and at that point it would be more humane to put her down. But we're going to do our best for her. I know calves who've had it and have gotten better, so we can do our best with her."

"I'll do whatever she needs me to." Spencer's more determined than Liam could have even guessed, and he nods.

"I know. That's... honestly, that's part of why I think she can make it. Right now, we've got to get mom away from her for a bit, so we can get her legs in splints and get an idea of what exactly is going on. There's also a bigger chance that mom will bully her, so we'll have to keep an eye on that to know if we need to find her another mamma cow to spend time with." Spencer nods, and he talks to the cow gently as he leads her out of the box and away from her sleeping baby. When she's out, Liam steps into the box, sinking to his knees in the hay next to the baby and gently taking her leg in his hands, massaging her knee. He feels her muscles relax slowly, then reaches for his bag, pulling out an emergency splint. He'd hoped he wouldn't have to use this, but really, he always hopes he won't have to use his bag.

"What's that?" It's Spencer's voice behind him, and Liam turns, smiling a bit.

"A splint, so hopefully we can get her legs to straighten out a bit. We'll need to make something more permanent for her soon, but this will work for now. Do you have a band saw or a drill anywhere?"

"I think so."

"Perfect. We'll get some PVC tomorrow, and I'll show you how to make a splint before I have to go to work. But for now, come join me; I'll show you how to massage her knee muscles so we can reshape them and they'll grow right."

Spencer kneels beside him in the hay, and Liam shows him how to rub the calf's knee, gently loosening her muscles until they're ready to be shaped by the splint. He teaches Spencer to realize when he's rubbed them enough, then shows him how to fasten a makeshift splint onto her leg. Spencer watches and learns quickly, and as he ties a knot, Liam can't help but notice how easily his hands move, strong and sure even as they're gentle on the sleeping calf's leg.

"That looks great. Now, I think... If you have some calf milk; we'll maybe get her some colostrum and calcium and go from there. Did you get the navel cord?"

Spencer nods and stands, just as Liam's stomach grumbles. "I did. I'll get mom on a milker so we can make sure she stays fed, and can I get anything for you? Do you... Are you headed home right away, or you could come in and get cleaned up a bit? I should probably get cleaned up." He sounds almost sheepish, as if having helped a baby calf into the world and holding her up for her first meal is something to be embarrassed of.

"I was... she'll need her legs massaged a lot tonight, and might need another meal or two. If it's alright with you, I was actually thinking of spending the night with her? I don't need to, but I want to be able to give her the best shot I can, and tonight is going to be crucial. We won't charge you."

"Oh, of course, feel free. I had... I'm not completely sure what I have left over, but do you want to come in and see what you can find? You should probably get cleaned up a bit before you eat, anyway." Liam looks at the sleeping calf, then nods, scratching between her ears a bit before he stands and follows Spencer out of the barn.

"You've got a gorgeous farm," he says as they step outside. Spencer smiles.

"Thanks. It's been in my family four generations now. As long as it's been a working ranch, really."

"That's amazing. Anyone out here helping you look after it?”

Spencer shakes his head. "Not really. I mean, we have some staff, but in terms of family, it's just me. My parents retired last year and moved in a bit closer to town, and they’re still doing some bookkeeping and things, more of the business side, but a lot of this work… it takes a toll on you. It’s hard work, being out here in the sun and working all day. Their joints aren't what they used to be.”

"I get that. We had family friends with cattle growing up; it's rough on your body. But good on you looking after everything like this. We need more farmers like you."

Spencer smiles at him, then opens the back door of the farm house and waves Liam in ahead of him. “This is the kitchen; feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’m going to go get cleaned up a bit; get the cow slime cleaned off me.”

Liam nods, pulling off his gloves and throwing them away before going to the big farm sink in the corner to wash up before he opens the refrigerator. He's met with a variety of vegetables and jugs labeled MILK FOR PEOPLE and MILK FOR COWS in big letters. He grins and rolls his eyes, poking around a bit.

“If you don’t see anything in there, I think there’s some chili mac in the freezer I could heat up,” Spencer’s voice says. Liam turns to see him in the doorway, now with clean forearms and no shirt. Objectively, he’s a very attractive man, the sort of roguish farm boy Liam grew up crushing on. And he moves confidently through the kitchen, grabbing the right container from the freezer and offering a Shiner from the fridge when Liam steps aside. But there’s a tiredness to his movements and the way he holds himself that Liam can’t ignore. He refuses the Shiner, and Spencer puts it back with a nod and a smile.

"Thank you. You don't have to do this; I have stuff in the car I could eat."

"It's the least I can do. If you're really going to be here overnight, feeding you should be a given."

"You're a saint," Liam says with a smile. "Are we planning on milking mom tonight, or should I get her formula from the fridge if she wakes up hungry?"

"I'll get mom milked and make sure you've got it handy, but I can get you a key for this door, too. But you... I can stay with her; you showed me how to massage her legs and everything. I can do it if you want to go home or stay in the house, and I can call you if something goes wrong."

“I don’t mind. I’ve slept in worse places, trust me.”

“If you’re sure. I can get things heated up and brought out in a bit if you’d rather not just wait around in a stranger’s kitchen. Or, I guess maybe it’s better than the barn? I--”

“I’ll be out there,” Liam says, saving Spencer from his floundering. Spencer smiles.

“Thank you. Seriously. You don’t have to stay.”

"I know. This is just me being overprotective and trying to prove crooked calf is curable. t’s something I’ve sort of known for a while, but there’s no research on it or anything, and if it’s alright with you, if I can record what we’re doing and write it up in a paper, it could really help other small farmers like you who have the time to dedicate to it, or it could help animal rescuers… it could save calves.”

“I don’t mind at all. Do they know what caused it?” He's clearly trying to appear nonchalant, but there's the worry in his stance and tone. He's so scared that he's somehow caused this.

"They think it's something the cow ate while she was pregnant. It happens in grazing herds sometimes; there are some plants we know cause it but it's not always predictable. It's not anything you did."

Spencer's whole body relaxes, and he smiles just a bit brighter. Liam tries not to find it endearing how much he cares about the cattle, because really, lusting after a handsome shirtless dairy farmer's care for his cows is absolutely not what Liam needs to be doing right now. "So it's just... something that happens sometimes?" Spencer asks, and Liam nods.

"Basically. I can give you a list of plants to keep an eye on, but there's a pretty low chance of it, and depending on the size of your pastures it might not make sense to try and weed the whole thing."

The microwave dings before Spencer can answer, and he pulls out the bowl of chili mac. “Here’s this; I’ll go put a shirt on, then get mom milked and find some blankets. You’re sure you won’t sleep in the house?”

Liam shakes his head. “I want to monitor her overnight. Call it part of the research process. I’m just… I’ll take some measurements now to compare to when she’s better. Maybe some video if she tries to get up. Watch The Dodo or somebody want to do a special on her.” Spencer smiles at that, and Liam pulls a fork out of the dish rack to enjoy his meal.

“Alright, well, if you insist.” Spencer digs through his pockets, then gets out a key ring and takes one off. “Here’s the key to this back door. I’ll be out in a bit; you can eat here or take the food out if you’d rather.”

“I’ll head out to the barn. Thank you for dinner.”

"Of course." Spencer turns, and Liam watches him go. He most definitely doesn’t notice that, from a purely objective standpoint, Spencer has very nice back muscles. He just takes a bite of the very delicious chili mac this beautiful farm boy prepared for him and heads out to the barn.

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When Spencer comes out to the barn with bottles of milk and a stack of blankets, he finds Liam in the box with the calf, settled comfortably on fresh hay. There's a laptop open in front of him, and notebooks and flashcards are scattered around them. He's talking to her in a baby voice, and she's draped across one of his legs, her head nestled in his lap.

"What causes maxillary sinusitis in horses, huh?” Liam coos, scratching her forehead. “That’s easy, isn’t it, baby. Ooh, this applies to you a little bit. If a pregnant cow has bovine viral diarrhea, which neurological abnormality could the calf have?”

“Do I want to know what’s going on here?” Spencer asks, a slight smile on his face, and Liam looks up from his laptop sheepishly.

"Studying. I've got the NAVLE, the big vet exam, coming up in about a month. She's helping me study."

"Would you like any human help? I might not be as good of a cuddler or as cute as she is, but I might be better at reading flashcards."

Liam laughs a bit at that, then asks, "are you headed to bed soon? I don’t want to keep you up.”

“I don’t mind, if you’d like company out here for a bit. Aside from Annie, I guess.”

“Annie?”

“For Ms. Oakley. Figured if anyone deserves a fighting name like hers, it’s this little girl.”

Liam smiles, reaching over to rub Annie’s knee absently as he turns a page in a notebook. Somehow, he looks completely natural here, studying in the light of a laptop with a calf draped over his leg. She rubs her head against him, and he laughs, moving his hand to scratch the same spot on her forehead he’d been rubbing when Spencer came in. Spencer just watches him quietly, feeling honored just to get to see how gentle Liam is with Annie. Of all the vets in the world, this sweet, dedicated, handsome one came to his farm for this. He got the one vet who would give a calf with messed up legs all this love and support, who would look after her and help her even if her chances are slim. It feels like some kind of miracle.

He has to stop. Not only does he know next to nothing about Liam, but one of the things he does know is that Liam has a girlfriend. He wants to buy that girlfriend a ranch like this, and that means they're serious, so even if Liam is bi or pan or any variation of into guys, he's still off limits. Hell, maybe his 'baby girl' is an actual baby, and Liam's got a partner and a kid he's going to buy a ranch for. Whatever the case, he's not available, no matter how cute he is with Annie or how much Spencer likes him.

“Do you have any flashcards or anything?” Spencer asks, interrupting both the quiet scene and his own thoughts before they can go any further. “It’s been a bit since I helped someone study, but I’m more than willing to quiz you if it would help.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Liam hands over the flashcards, then goes back to rubbing Annie’s ears as Spencer looks through them. He seems a bit more focused on the calf cuddling him than on the papers around him, but with the test a month away, the fact that he’s studying at all is better than Spencer would probably do.

“I’m not sure how many of these I’ll be able to pronounce, but I’ll do my best.”

Liam looks up with a grin. “Oh, yeah. Well, Latin every letter is pronounced, since they were literally carving it in stone, if that helps. Thanks for trying; it… it’s been ages since I had someone who wanted to help me.”

“Of course, And, hey, some of these things might be nice for me to know, too. If you feel like explaining them would help you make sure you’ve got them down, I’d be happy to hear it.”

“Sure. If any especially common cow issues come up, we’ll talk about them more.”

Spencer nods, and Annie licks Liam before putting her head on his leg, her eyes closing as he pets her face. The night settles in around them as Spencer stumbles over Latin words and Liam helps him get it right, explaining whatever Spencer has questions about without ever making Spencer feel inferior. They work through the flashcards twice before he’s yawning enough that Liam tells him to go to bed, insisting he’s fine in the barn. Still, in the farmhouse that night, Spencer can’t stop thinking about him.

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Notes:

I now know... so many things about dairy farming. So many. Anyway, the information on Crooked Calf syndrome (which is a real birth defect in free range dairy cattle) is as accurate as I could get without a vet school library to help me access scholarly sources, but a lot of the cures I found were anecdotal, so I sort of did my best to find something that would help our girl. As for the actual birthing process, I shifted the timeline a bit to make it fit the story better, and also you wouldn't typically call a vet for a cow birth, but you know. I needed to get Liam there somehow. -- Fun dairy farming fact, baby cows aren't born with any antibodies! If they don't get milk from their moms, they have no way to fight infections! -- The title is stolen from a Badger Clark poem, because cowboy poetry is the best poetry, and you can find it here .

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Dog Park Dating

Clint x Tony 1,015 words.

Notes: This is a Dog Park/Modern Au, Clint has Lucky (Gold Retriever mix) and Tony has Jarvis (Weimaraner). Also this is prompted by my Rare Ship Writing Challenge. I’m not planning a sequel so don’t expect anything!

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Tony was sitting in the grass, watching Jarvis run after his favorite bright orange ball. It was a beautiful day at the dog park. The sun was shining high, a breeze kept him cool and all the dogs were having fun. They discovered this park a month ago and so far everything has been great. It’s surrounded by wooded area and walking paths and far enough from any high traffic areas for most dog owners to not worry.

 Jarvis had just taken off again when a dog plopped down in the grass next to him. Turning to his left he was surprised to see a one eyed golden mix sitting next to him.

“Well hello there. Who are you?” Of course the dog didn’t answer him but instead scooted closer, whining and tail waving crazily behind him. “Do you want me to pet you?” the dog’s whining increased and Tony chuckled to himself. He carefully presented his hand for a sniff before attempting to pet his new companion.

A startled laugh fell from his mouth when the dog immediately got comfortable. Dramatically falling into his lap and then rolling just enough for Tony to have full access to his belly. From his new vantage point he could see that the dog was a boy, “Trying to get lucky, young man? I must admit I am taken.” Well, his mouth said one thing while his hand went to work giving the dog a good belly rub.

Jarvis was back with his ball now and didn’t seem to mind the new dog. Giving him a quick sniff before nudging his ball closer to Tony to throw. Luckily this new dog was on his left side cause he still had his good arm free to throw the ball. Jarvis took off immediately, “So who is your owner, lucky boy?”

“That would be me.” Turning his head Tony was nearly blinded by the sunlight. But he was still able to make out a man. A very…handsome man. His hair looked golden like the dog’s in the sunlight but was cut short. His eyes looked intense even though he wasn’t really making eye contact with him. Too busy looking bashful, scratching the back of his head and rubbing his neck. And oh…wow, those arms looked nice and strong, like they could hold him down and-

“Tony.” He twisted to offer his hand in introduction.

“Clint. I see Lucky has already imprinted on you. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s fine, he’s been keeping me good company since Jarvis’ one true love is chasing his ball.” He pointed to the Weimaraner taking his time coming back to their spot. His other hand never stopped petting Lucky.

“Mind if I join you?” He gestured to some open grass on the other side of Lucky. “I don’t think Lucky’s leaving your side anytime soon. At least not without my secret weapon. Tony nodded his head at the spot and when Clint was settled, he mouthed ‘secret weapon?’

It would seem Clint’s laugh is just as sexy as his arms. Very carefully Clint reached over to cover Lucky’s ears and whispered, “Pizza.”

Despite his best efforts, Lucky still heard him because he was up and in Clint’s face, happy whining and kisses galore. “Oh no, not now, Lucky. Later, okay? Later.”

Tony just laughed at the two, enjoying their silent debate. Jarvis joined them, content to rest before he went back to bugging Tony for more ball time. It took a second before Clint convinced Lucky that ‘no,’ he did not currently have pizza on him and ‘yes,’ they’ll get some later.

“I take it that this is a regular discussion between you two?”

“I don’t think anyone could understand how codependent we are on…” Clint paused to look at Lucky that was currently sniffing a relaxed Jarvis, “that food.”

Tony laughed again, “Well I think I’m starting to get an idea.”

Clint grinned at him, “So Tony, are you new to this area? Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Relatively, I’ve lived in New York for a while now, but we’ve only been going to this park for a month or two.”

“Makes sense, I think Lucky and I have been coming here for two years now?”

“Regulars, huh? Any tips or cliques I should be aware of?” Lucky brushed against him and when he checked it seemed that Jarvis had taken to the golden mix. He wasn’t being aggressive whenever Lucky ventured too close to his ball and was even ignoring said ball so that he could paw at Lucky’s back feet. Seems like Jarvis was feeling playful.

He turned his attention back to Clint and the other man leaned in, “Okay so here’s the deal, pooddles run the park from 8 AM to 9. I can say with a clear conscience that they are sweet dogs but the owners make me feel like I’m witnessing a cult meeting. In the afternoon the rise of ankle-breakers starts around 2 and ends around 4. The occasional doggy birthday party has been known to be thrown on the occasional Saturday and there is no order to Sundays.”

Tony pondered while he tried to get his smile into something a little more manageable. “You really are a veteran to this place…”

Clint seemed to puff up in pride. “Sure am, come rain or snow not much will keep me and Lucky away.”

“It’s confirmed, you are the know all, see all of this fine dog park. Maybe you can tell me more? Like this Friday?” Tony’s stomach clenched and twisted.

Clint looked shocked before visibly pulling himself together, “Thursday is more doable…and then I’d get to see this cute brunette a lot sooner.”

Tony’s face flushed under the complement, “I can make Thursday work but only if I can see this really cute blonde.” Just to mess with Clint he reached out and rubbed Lucky.

Jarvis chose that moment to insert himself between them, looking to Clint for attention since Tony was giving his to Lucky. Clint ran his hand up and down Jarvis’ back, “It’s a date.” 

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Captive Love   5

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: (Y/n)'s day at the skelebro's house, Sans' day out.

A/N: So, in this chapter, we find out that (Y/n)'s soul trait is integrity; honesty and strong morals. The only problem with having integrity as a main soul trate is that, because you're so honest, even if you don't want to trust people, you can have the tendency to believe people easier, because you expect others to mean what they say as much as you do. Even extremely smart beings with the trait can second guess their instincts or have them overwritten because the person lying is someone they (want to) trust or have positive feelings about/ for. Based on the note... can you guess what's going to happen in this chapter... lol Also, sorry, guys! I kept trying to get this to post all day, but I guess that tumblr hates long posts...? Or me... Might just be me... lol.

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Little lies never hurt anyone.

Sans leaned on the counter of the odd and ends shop, though it should rightfully be called a thrift shop, since most of its contents had come from other people and not “sources” like a normal store. 

“You got a friend you’re buyin’ all this stuff for?” The bunny on the other side asked suggestively. 

Sans gave her a smirk. “what’d make ya think that?” 

“Well, you haven’t flirted with me once since you walked in the door,” she hinted. 

“ah, sorry, doll. jus’ a lil distracted fer a sec, thinkin’ a comin’ in... did ya want ta hop on th’ sans express an’ ride it ta th’ bone zone?” He asked with a heavy handed lewdness. 

Honestly, he’d rather spend the time with his sweetheart, but he had to keep up appearances so that no one got suspicious. 

Plus, awkward sexual tension filled innuendos were easier to deal in than talking about feelings and shit.

The bunny gave a giggle and continued to lean over the counter toward him instead of going to get his requested items. “Still as charming as ever, I see.” 

Sans flashed his smirk again. “so, can i get my stuff?” 

The bunny giggled again and with a wiggle of tail asked, “so, does that mean that you’re thinking of getting a pet? Going to go out and take one?” 

He let out an annoyed sound. “can i jus’ get my fuckin' stuff?” 

She looked a little startled by the suddenness of the change, but took it in stride as it wasn’t really so strange for the former Underground citizens to be testy, and turned to go to the back. 

"So," the bunny’s brother asked as he brought the requested items out a moment later, "you gonna wear these, then?" 

Sans sneered at him. "you wish ya freak." 

"A little too much denial…?" The bunny suggested with a smirk. 

Sans gave a disgusted face. "go fuck yerself." He turned, flicking his fingers and letting his magic tug on the piles of stuff on the shelves above the bunny's head. "get dunked on, ya ass hat," he called back over his shoulder.

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“aww, ya ain’t seen nothin’ at all?” Sans asked with a suggestive grin to the small cluster of spider ladies selling their baked goods in the corner of the bar. "'s a human, hard ta miss..."

“Ooooh, no,” one hummed.

“No, not anything… Do you wanna buy a croissant, Sans? It tastes soooo good with mustard…” another tempted. 

“heh. ‘d rather have somethin' a lil sweeter on my tongue,” he insinuated, thinking of (Y/n) at home, spread across his bed, his tongue tasting all sorts of things… 

Drool was slowly pooling between his sharp teeth, and he quickly wiped it, giving an internal groan at how fast his cock had risen to attention at the thought. 

He needed to get with his sweetheart quick, even just enough to curb the appetite growing inside of him. 

The spider girls giggling brought him back to the present. He flashed a grin and went to the bar, getting a mustard to drink as he continued around, checking everyone for info. 

After the rest of his rounds, he headed to his last few information gathering contacts. The ones he knew couldn't keep their mouths shut. 

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(Y/n) didn’t know what to do. She was stuck in this house, not able to leave, not much to do, nowhere to go. 

Sans’ room was messy, her clothes were dirty, it wasn’t even lunch time… 

First, she went to the bathroom and washed her clothes in the tub the best she could, cleaning herself as much as possible in the process, hanging them to dry so she could have something clean to go home in. 

Then, she went back to Sans’ room, looking around. She couldn’t read any of the books on the shelf, seeing that the words were all written in a strange sort of glyph, and remembered that Sans had told her he couldn't read human language, but as she put all the books on the shelves, she saw the covers had various strange pictures, outerspace, numbers, shapes, most of them looked like school books, but, like they’d be for some advanced courses. She flipped through the pages of a few of them and saw all sorts of charts and formulas that looked reminiscent of something she’d seen on a tv show with Neil deGrasse Tyson as the host. Very smart… and science-y… 

(Y/n) put them on the shelves, trying to keep them together as best she could. Some of the books were obviously not… string theory… or whatever the hell the others were… but, novels or something, a few of them she had only a vague idea, having to make a guess that one with a simple cover of a monster laughing at a casket and a crowd laughing at the two was either a black comedy novel, or a book of dark jokes. 

She leaned toward the dark jokes. 

Under his desk, she found a folded up paper and opened it, trying to see if it was important, though she'd really have no idea, and saw that it looked like some sort of congratulatory certificate. High school diploma, maybe? 

After she got everything sorted, she tried to put it with other things that looked the same. 

She went out into the rest of the house and found a garbage can under the extra tall sink cabinet, and took it up Sans' room, only throwing away things that were obviously trash; food wrappers, crumpled up bits of paper, other strange little things that might have been dried lava, or eternally frozen snow… any way, they were things that looked like they had fallen from his shoes. 

When she took the garbage can back down, she found something that looked like it might be a vacuum, and she looked at it, turning it around and pressing the buttons to see how they worked without any power, before sticking it back in the closet and pulling out the broom and dust pan. 

Sweeping was better than nothing… and also better than blowing up the house. 

The next task (Y/n) tackled was sorting out the laundry, though she couldn’t find any washer or dryer to clean them in. Maybe they made laundromat trips? 

After that she figured it was about lunch time, so she dug through the fridge and ate a small portion of the lasagna from the night before. It wasn’t the worst she’d ever had, but it was far from the best. Maybe if she hid some of the spices he’d used that should have stayed out of the mix, like sage, paprika, cinnamon, nutmeg… really, she thought maybe he’d just put some of everything in the spice rack in there. 

She tried turning on the tv and entertaining herself, but the only channels they seemed to get all had the same robotic actor on them, overdramatically giving monologues, "hosting" or cooking things- awful things… that’s probably where Sans’ brother had gotten the recipe for the lasagna… 

She turned it back off, and decided to look through the windows to try to get an idea of the area she was in. Knowing that she was at least supposedly in danger, and most likely truly could be, she only peeped from the edges of the window for the first few minutes, but after noticing that there didn't seem to be anyone or anything outside but tall grass and flowers, she just looked through it normally. 

I thought they said we were in monster territory…? 

(Y/n) put a hand over her face. What if they were all the way on the other side of the monster territory? She certainly couldn't find any landmarks that looked familiar, and the tall buildings usually on the horizon seemed to be missing. 

Only more support for her 'Sans is actually a nice, though perverted, guy' theory… 

She sighed and decided to go look out the windows in Sans' room, thinking that maybe she'd see something familiar from higher up. 

(Y/n) was standing at the window, wondering what kind of flowers were in the field, when the door opened. She, of course, expected it to be Sans, this being his room and all, but the blood drained from her face was she saw the tall skeleton in the doorway. 

"HUMAN, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD PROBABLY GET HUNGRY, AND I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE ABLE TO FEND FOR YOURSELF," he shouted, sounding extremely put upon. "AND I KNEW SANS WOULD BE TOO LAZY TO REMEMBER TO FEED YOU, SO I- WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?" He asked suspiciously, cutting himself off before getting to his point about how much of a hassle it would be if she died from starvation.  

Her color had gotten paler when she'd seen him, and her eyes had started darting around the room, as though taking stock of what she could use as a weapon. Papyrus automatically did a check and found that not only did she have a blue soul, denoting her strong integrity, but it seemed to have a bit of a purple glow around the edges showing her perseverance, looking a bit like blue velvet; blue, but purple in the shadows caused by the texture, and she had an extremely low LOVE, around that of a child's, and was surprised that her desire to find a weapon went so against her stats. 

It must be a survival tactic, then. Probably to defend against any oncoming attacks.

She posed no threat to him, but he applauded her instinct to be ready to fight if necessary. 

She swallowed harshly and managed to rasp out a broken whisper. "Loo-n-  ou-si-." She pointed out the window to try to help him understand what she was saying. 

He seemed to have dismissed her, though, looking around the room. "OH MY GOD!!" 

She jumped at his exclamation. Did she do something wrong by cleaning? 

"THIS IS THE CLEANEST I'VE SEEN MY LAZY BROTHER'S ROOM SINCE WE MOVED IN!! BUT, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THE LAUNDRY? IT'S JUST SITTING HERE IN PILES." 

"C-ou-... cou-n't fi-d," she rasped, shaking her head nervously apologetic. Her hand went to her throat, and the way she winced showed how hard on her throat just getting that much out was. 

Papyrus hummed, his fingers lifting to his chin. It would make sense that she wouldn't wash them if she couldn't find anything to do it with. "FEAR NOT, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, WILL SHOW YOU WHERE THE WASHING MACHINE IS! AND HOW TO USE IT!!" 

(Y/n) opened her mouth to object that she did know how a washer worked, but it didn't matter, because he had just turned and started out the door with, "COME, HUMAN, AND BRING A PILE OF LAUNDRY!!" 

After having the instructions on how to use the machine yelled at her, for no particular reason, she was glad that it had been Sans that had found her, and that Papyrus had only come to check on her and would be leaving soon. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to stay in his presence without constantly being on the edge of a panic attack. 

When she came back into the front room from where the laundry room was, behind a hidden door in the kitchen, Papyrus was standing a little awkwardly near the door. 

"W-WELL… I CAN'T SPEND ALL DAY MAKING SURE THAT YOU DON'T DIE! I HAVE TO GO! …" He stood silently for another moment, then announced, "I'M GOING." 

(Y/n) gave a smile and waved, the most she could do without hurting her throat further or risking offending him, and had to hold back a laugh as the start of a red glow touched his cheeks and he looked flustered for a millisecond before he gave a tug to straighten his outfit before he turned and walked out through the door. 

After Papyrus left, (Y/n) mostly just hung around and did laundry, looking through things, but not finding much for her to do until she found a deck of cards, then she sat on the floor and played solitaire, pausing only when the laundry was done, to fold it and put it on the desk chair, not wanting to dig around in Sans’ drawers. 

He was a guy… guys had… stuff … that she’d rather not stumble across… especially due to the strange things that had apparently turned him on before. Also, being a skeleton monster made him different from every other guy she'd known, and the thought of finding super weird fetish stuff that she'd inevitably be morbidly curious about gave her pause. 

She wasn't a "freak" but… curiosity was something that had gotten the better of her before, and some things in life, you just didn't need to know. 

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(Y/n) had finished the few loads of laundry, folded them, and turned to just playing card games by herself on Sans’ bed by the time the door opened and Sans walked in, looking tired and sweating a weird sort of translucent, but red tinged, perspiration. 

He stepped in and closed the door behind him before looking up, but then froze in place and swept his shocked and slightly horrified gaze around the room. 

For the second time that day, she wondered if she'd done something wrong by cleaning Sans' room. 

He stiffly walked to the chair and pushed the laundry off onto the floor. 

(Y/n) made an indignant noise from the bed, but heard him mutter, "too clean…" 

Ahh, so he's one of those people who need a little disorder to feel comfortable , she noted, feeling the anxiety leaving her as he tossed his coat on the chair and turned to her. 

He smiled and lifted a bag onto the bed. "i, uh- i uh- gotcha some stuff…" His expression shifted to that angry sort of flustered look he'd had before, paying close attention to how his other hand was fiddling with the edge of his red sweater. "somethin' ta wear, s-so ya don't have ta keep wearin' dirty clothes…" 

Sans glanced over at her and felt another pang in his chest at the beautiful smile she was giving him. 

fuck-! so adorable! an'... why d'i feel disappointed that she's not wearing my clothes, now?  

(Y/n) smiled at him, mouthing thank you . She hesitated before nervousness seemed to grow over her a little and her gaze focused on the bed. 

“wassup, sweetheart?” He asks, feeling a bit nervous about what was on her mind. 

She gestured, asking, can I go home? She immediately winced and glanced up at him then back to the bed, as though she were worried he was going to hit her. 

Sans felt his soul throb painfully at the thought of her leaving, and his hand automatically went to it. He realized what he was doing, and changed the movement to scratching his sternum through his sweater. Luckily, he had a reason for her to stay. He move the bag onto the floor, then sat on the mattress and laid back with his shoulders about even with her, making himself comfortable as he told her, “i talked ta alla my contacts, an’ it sounds like no one knows ‘xactly where ya are, but they definitely know that there’s a human on monster turf.” 

Her brow dipped in confusion and she asked, how?  

Sans shrugged as he put his arms behind his head, his fingers running over a crack on the back of his skull. “dunno fer sure-” ok, it might have been from his asking so blatantly if anyone had seen a human around- “but i hadda getcha here somehow. coulda jus’ been spotted on th’ way. tough luck, but, should be good in two or three days. ‘f we wait fer three, they’ll most likely ferget ta be lookin’ fer ya.” 

(Y/n) eyed him, and he was glad that he’d already been sweating so that she hopefully didn’t notice the fresh round of perspiration beading on his skull. Finally, she seemed to accept it, and he let out an internal sigh of relief. 

“so, you, uh, ya have an ok day?” She gave a half nod half shrug. “noticed ya cleaned up ‘round here… an’ i appreciate th’ thought behind it, sweetheart, ‘s real sweet a ya, but, i gotta ask ya; please don’t. kinda wigs me out when ‘s too clean. like it’s a fake fuckin’ storybook,” he muttered. 

She put a hand on his arm, and it felt like Sans’ soul tumbled around his rib cage. He looked up to see the apologetic look on her face. Sorry...

Apologies? Yeah… Those were something that never happened in the Underground. 

In a kill or be killed world, any sign of niceness was seen as a form of weakness, so niceties had been dropped long ago. 

The way his sweetheart was so nice, showing kindness and caring was definitely something he liked about her, but… it also made him uncomfortable. 

Sans would never turn away from her for her weakness, he wanted to protect her, keep her with him and safe. But… he didn't know how to react to this kindness. So he again took it to a place he was more comfortable with. 

“ah, dollface, don’t worry ‘bout it…” He turned and his thumb went out to run down her cheek, trying not to let the tiny flinch get to him. “if it’d make ya feel better, i know somthin’ ya could do ta make it up ta me…” He gave her a smirky grin and took his hand back, putting a fingertip on his cheek. “how ‘bouta kiss?” He watched her gaze turn wary, her body stiffening like she was getting ready to bolt. 

False, flirty affection and innuendo was so much easier to handle than real affection, even if he wanted her affection like a starving man wanted food. It seemed, though, that she knew how to take flirting about as well as he knew how to take a compliment, so he again changed directions.

 “kiddin’- ‘m kiddin’, doll,” he assured quickly, feeling a prick of pain in his soul. He was not kidding. He'd probably do anything to get her to willingly kiss him again. “heya, knock knock.”

She looked at him uncertainly, but lifted a brow and tilted her head. Who’s there?  

“sherlock,” he told her, watching as she puzzled over it. 

Sherlock who…? Seemed to be what she asked with her confused expression after a moment. 

“ sherlock yer door tight, sweetheart,” he told her, watching as her eyes closed as she took it in, then her posture changed as she silently chuckled. 

Sans’ smile widened in satisfaction that she enjoyed his joke. “knock knock, doll.”

She lifted her brow to ask who's there, but it was the cute little smile on her face that made his soul throb. 

“mustache,” he told her, watching her expression contort in confusion. 

Mustache? Can skeleton monsters even grow mustaches? What the hell? She thought and tilted her head inquiringly.

“ mustache ya a question, but i’ll shave it fer later,” he told her with a blow off expression, watching her giggle as squeaks and huffs left her. 

There… that adorable expression on her face was a much better look than her being worried that he was going to do something unpleasant to her. Even if the worry was justifiable, given his track record concerning her… 

He just watched her giggling for a moment, red spreading over the bridge of his nose. 

She tapped her hand to his arm and managed to ask, you know a lot of knock knock jokes?  

“knock knock,” he told her in answer, and she lifted a brow immediately in question. “rhino,” he told her. 

Oh, this one had to be good. She tilted her head and lifted her brow again. 

“ rhino every knock knock joke there is,” he told her, his grin getting a bit goofier at her reaction. Stars she was cute! “so, what else d’ja do?”

(Y/n) wondered if it was something normal for monsters to talk so comfortably with someone they’d only really just met the day before. It really seemed like some ideal relationship situation from some rom-com; he got home from work, told her about his day, asked about hers… The only thing missing was an actual relationship…

She masked the feelings her internal musings brought up with the ease of practice and gestured around the room. She was good at ‘don’t rock the boat.’ 

“jus’ this, huh?” He asked and she nodded before pointing at the cards, indicating that she'd also played cards. “sounds like a  good day ta me, but maybe ‘m jus’ lazy,” he said as he closed his eye sockets. A contented smile tilting his normal grin up. “‘m gonna try ta get a nap in before dinner. feel like joinin’ me?”

(Y/n) shook her head to answer him, knowing he could see her though his slightly open socket. 

“suit yerself, sweetheart,” he told her, shifting his shoulders as he got comfortable.

He seemed to almost immediately fall asleep, soft snores coming from him, and not even reacting when she’d waved her hand in front of his face. 

She went back to her card game, the weird feeling of being so comfortable around a strange man (one that had pushed her against the wall and basically rubbed against her, no less!) struck her as wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to be truly uncomfortable. 

Uneasy and worried from his actions sometimes? 

For sure. 

Uncomfortable? 

Nope. 

Something brushed against and down her back, laying against her butt. 

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder, seeing Sans' arm laid out behind her. She watched him closely, not wanting to miss any tell in his expression, but other than slightly rolling toward her, he still seemed asleep. 

She gave a doubtful glance, but it fell to the back of her mind as she continued her game. 

After a few minutes, she felt Sans rolling toward her more, his hand sliding over the bed, snaking over her thigh, wrapping around her waist and burying his face against her thigh. 

Oh, yeah. He's asleep, my ass, she mentally grumbled. 

She rolled her eyes and went back to her game, not entirely comfortable with this extent of touching, but she knew that some good friends got touchy and cuddled, so it wasn't some insanely strange concept to her, even if they weren't that close. 

Halfway through the next round of her game, (Y/n) felt Sans' arms tighten around her, and she looked down to see him rolling over onto his stomach, putting him on the cards and into her lap, his head awkwardly pressing against her. 

She tried to shift around to get rid of the discomfort of his skull pressing against her hip, and the weird kink he'd put in his neck vertebrae to do so. 

Of course, with all of her edging around his head, and their shifting around, she ended up laying back with him in her lap, his skull laying on her stomach. How could this end any other possible way with her luck?

Honestly, though, with all the terrible things he could possibly do to her, that she knew of and worried about, laying with his head on her stomach hadn't even made the list. 

She gave a shattered, huffing sigh that made her cough a little, but it cleared quickly. 

She kept herself ready in case she was going to have to defend herself from the skeleton, but folded her arms over her chest to feel like she had at least a little cover, and resigned herself to laying there until either he "woke up," or she had to convince him to move so she could use the bathroom. 

Sans tightened his arms around his sweetheart as she coughed, hating that he didn't have green magic to try and fix it instantly, but, thankfully, it quickly ended. 

He tried to be subtle, not wanting to give away that he was awake, but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was nuzzle into the soft squishiness of her belly. Especially when some of her squishiest bits were against his clavicle and were tempting him to rub against them… and give them a sniff…  

fuck- ya smell so fuckin' good, sweetheart… He mentally groaned to himself. 

(Y/n) shifted under him, but he didn't let it disturb him; he was an expert at pretending to sleep. 

"SANS-" 

The skeleton on her belly jumped at the loud voice, giving a grunt of surprise. 

"YOU BETTER BE DOWN HERE IN FIVE MINUTES TO EAT DINNER!!"

"paps, you fuckin' sonuvabitch," he grumbled to himself, not quite audible to (Y/n). 

"welp. dinner time, doll. you joinin' us downstairs 'gain t'night?" He asked as he sat up, not leaving the bed, or her pile of cards, but off of her. 

She gave him a nervous look, not wanting to be afraid, but also very afraid of the tall, loud skeleton downstairs. 

"aww, c'mon sweetheart, he ain't that bad. i mean, don't get me wrong, 'e's bad, but not that kind a bad." 

As strange as it was for her to trust anyone so quickly, his words kind of made her feel better about being in the same room as the taller skeleton.  

She followed him downstairs, deciding that she was misreading the look on his face and posture as content and proud, as though she trusted him to be her knight in a red sweater; it was probably just self confidence. 

God knew she'd never felt that much of it to know. 

Sans pulled out a chair for her, but instead of waiting to push her in, he sat in the chair next to it and shifted the seat, pulling it closer to him when she sat. 

(Y/n) would protest, but she really did feel safer being closer to him, and farther away from the other skeleton. 

He served her a small slice of lasagna, and she knew that it was because he knew it was going to taste awful, and he didn't want to stick her with too much to eat instead of a plot to starve her. 

It was a quiet dinner, much the same as the night before, with the toe of Sans' sneaker hitting the leg of her chair he was so close, and Papyrus giving her not at all hidden suspicious glares, as though he didn't think it was safe to hold a conversation in front of her. 

(Y/n) took another bite of the lasagna and hid her wince. 

She really should have hidden those spices earlier… 

A/N: Oh Sans... there's a difference between telling Paps that he's an amazing cook and telling (Y/n) she has to stay there because there's no possible way she can get home. Also, I recently got a message from someone who had made fanart of another story I wrote and asked if I wanted to see it- uh, fuck yeah, I do! You kidding?! You were inspired by something I wrote?! I'm gonna fangirl... I love it even more because I can't draw... I guess what I'm saying is that if you do anything inspired from something I've written (art, stories, drabbles), you don't have to ask, there's a 100% chance I want to see it. And that I'll squeal.

[bouquetwrites]

AU I cant think of a title for part 5

Alfonse and Kiran get to know each other better the morning after he moves in.

Upon rising from his slumber that morning, Alfonse sat up in the bed, stretching his arms behind his back. He looked to find that both the other couch and the floor in front of him were no longer occupied, meaning that Kiran and Julian had already woken up. As he moved to stand from his bed, he heard some noise coming from the kitchen, walking in to find Kiran standing over the counter, seemingly working on something. Her dark brown locks were slightly more disheveled than the previous day, which made the purple ends stand out a bit more. In a strange way, seeing her in that state drew him to her more, and he was baffled by this feeling. Quickly, she caught his attention when she lifted her head and saw him standing there.

“Oh, good! You’re up!” She spoke, smiling. “Question: do you like coffee? If you do, how so?”

It was then that he saw her standing before a machine that had a mug sitting underneath it. The aroma of the beverage being made was quick to hit him once he realized what she was doing, and it was a welcome scent for him.

“Coffee would be wonderful. I’ll take it with just some cream. ” He replied.

“Your wish is my command.” Kiran affirmed, turning her attention back to the machine. “So, how’d you sleep last night? Rascal didn’t hog the bed, did he?”

“Ah, you saw him…” The Askran chuckled, a hint of a blush rising to his cheeks. “No, he was very generous with the space we were given. In truth, it was nice having someone at my side throughout my first night here.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The two were interrupted by the sound of the dog in question climbing off the bed, walking into the kitchen and sitting in between them, his tail wagging as though he were expecting something as he looked up at Kiran. When she didn’t acknowledge him right away, he let out a quiet sounding bark in an effort to get her to do so.

“Rascal, I’m glad you’re using your inside voice, but we’ve talked about this.” She laughed. “You’ll get your breakfast once I’ve finished making my coffee… well, and Alfonse’s, too…”

“Oh, would you like me to feed him?” Alfonse offered.

“Knock yourself out.” Kiran answered. “His food is in the blue bag in the top right cabinet. Pour until you can’t see the bottom of his dish.���

“Er…” 

He looked down at his bandaged hand, wondering how exactly he was going to be able to carry an entire bag of dog food with just one hand. He supposed he would just have to try as best he could, and pray that this wouldn’t end in disaster. He stepped towards the cabinet, opening the door and finding the blue bag in question. He went to grab it, noting that it seemed slightly heavier than he anticipated, and set it on the counter before him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rascal stand and quickly walk towards him, the wagging in his tail significantly picking up in speed.

He promptly picked the bag back up, setting it on the floor in front of the empty bowl. All he had to do now was figure out how precisely he was going to get the food into the bowl. Perhaps tipping the bag over and then lifting it back up once there was enough food in the dish would suffice? There was only one way to find out. He proceeded to lay the bag down on the side with the hole in it, allowing the pieces to fall into the bowl before picking it back up.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry. I completely forgot about your hand.” He heard Kiran from behind him, sounding as though she was holding back laughter. “And I’m sorry if I forget in the future. Also, I promise I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at my own forgetfulness.”

“Ah, there’s no need to apologize so much. I understand.” Alfonse assured her.

“At least let me put the bag back for you.” She offered, approaching him and reaching her hand out for it. 

As she went to pick it up, she felt something on her hand, looking down to find that his own had brushed against it. Unbeknownst to her, he felt it too, and they both wondered if the other person noticed as they hid their blushing from one another. Their thoughts were soon interrupted by Rascal barging in between them, startled by his determination to not let anything get between him and his breakfast.

“I know he looks grown, but at his age, he’s technically still a puppy.” Kiran remarked as she returned the bag of food to the cabinet. “I guess he still has an excuse for acting like one.”

“Some dogs maintain that personality well into their senior years. Although that won’t be for quite a while, that could be a possibility for him.” Alfonse told her, taking his seat across from the kitchen at the counter.

“Did you have any pets back in Askr?” She asked, handing him the mug with his coffee.

“There would often be stray dogs and cats outside of the castle, but no. My father never allowed us to have such a companion. The closest thing we had to one was our messenger owl.” He explained.

“Your father sounds like a buzzkill.” Kiran bluntly told him, taking him by surprise as he nearly spat out his coffee. “I’m sorry, but I’ve always seen even the toughest of dads be swayed by animals.”

“Not him. His mindset was not one that could be changed so easily. It’s part of why he hasn’t spoken to my sister and I ever since we joined the Order of Heroes… which was almost a year ago.”

Upon hearing that, it was Kiran’s turn to be taken aback and almost choke on her beverage. She had friends that had gone significant amounts of time without coming into contact with their parents before, but it was usually the friend cutting the parent off for something they did; rarely was it the other way around. It angered her to hear that someone could be so nonchalant about their own kin like that; especially for something that other parents would be proud of. However, she didn’t want to show that to him.

“You have a sister?” She questioned in her attempt to change the subject. “What’s she like?”

“Ah, she’s quite different from me, actually.” Alfonse replied. “Despite that, we have a very strong bond. I think she would really like you.”

“How can you be sure?” Kiran inquired, arching one of her eyebrows. “You don’t know that much about me yet.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t believe that would matter to her. She loves meeting and getting to know new people.”

“And what about you? Do you not like those things?”

“I don’t dislike them, but it takes me longer to open up to others.” The prince confessed. “However, I wouldn’t mind if you told me more about yourself.”

“Oh?” Kiran wondered. “What do you want to know?”

Ah, right. Now that he made it this far, he had to think of a question. Well, he did have plenty of questions that he could think of, but he wasn’t quite sure which one he wanted to narrow it down to.

“Well, to start…” he spoke. “You asked me about my sister, so I’m curious. Is Julian your only sibling?”

“He isn’t!” Kiran replied. “I also have two sisters, one older and one younger. The older one is actually his twin!”

“Ah, how intriguing.” Alfonse enthused. “The thought of what having a twin would be like has crossed my mind before. Tell me more about them.”

“Well, let’s see… my older sister is named Iris, and she absolutely loves animals. She’s a veterinarian, so it’s safe to say they’ve had a pretty big influence on her life. Oh! She’s also getting married next spring!”

While Alfonse was still hesitant to open up to Kiran or her brother about many of the details concerning his life before they met him, he found it rather easy to listen to her tell him about hers. For him, it was a relief that once he told her that it might take him time to divulge into his past, she didn’t try to force it out of him. It was also nice that she didn’t seem to mind being the one to do most of the talking.

“My younger sister’s name is Leah, and she can be a pain in the ass from time to time. But in her defense, most people are like that in their teens. She wants to be a dancer when she finishes school, and she for sure has the talent for it.”

“I see…” Alfonse commented. “And what is it you do?”

“Well, right now I’m a teacher.” Kiran answered. “Whether or not I’ll spend the rest of my working years being one, I haven’t really decided yet. I studied photography when I was in school, and as much as I would love to just to be a photographer, I haven’t been that lucky.”

“Photography…?” 

“Photography is kind of like instant portraits.” She explained. “Rather than sit and wait hours on end for someone to paint you or some type of scenery, they point a camera at the thing they want a portrait of, push a button, and voila!”

“And you teach others how to do this?” He followed up.

“Well, not just how to do it. If it were that simple, I wouldn’t have had to go to school for it.” Kiran joked. “There’s different types of photos that a person can take, so I show them what those types are, and give out common examples of each type. I also teach them about the history behind it all. If you want, I can show you sometime.”

Before Alfonse could accept or decline her offer, they heard a tiny click from the living room, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. The pair turned their attention to Julian as he stepped into the kitchen, covered in a layer of sweat with the front of his hair soaked and clinging to his face.

“Coffee smells good.” He breathed. “Did you make me some?”

“You were up long before either of us were, Mr. The Grind Never Sleeps.” Kiran told him. “You could’ve made your own coffee. Now, go shower before you stink up the apartment.”

“Ouch. It’s “the grind never STOPS”.” Julian playfully retorted.

Alfonse couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. He could certainly relate, as while he and Sharena wouldn’t often speak to each other in such a manner, there had been more than one occasion where such responses had crossed his mind. He was certain it had been that way for her as well.

Later on in the day, he accompanied the siblings as they took Rascal to the park. It felt nice to get some fresh air, and it helped that it was a gorgeous day outside as well. The temperature was comfortably warm, with the sun shining down on the park and making it feel more lively. He learned more about this particular part of this world from Kiran and Julian, like how days like today were rare during the spring for this particular part of this world. It made him appreciate its beauty even more.

The prince couldn’t pinpoint why precisely he felt this way, but sitting at the picnic table chatting with Julian while they watched Kiran and Rascal play fetch put him at ease. Perhaps his time here would be an enjoyable one.

[straynstay]

Hellooo~! I reaally love your hybrid AU! ❤❤❤ Would you write number 3 with Hybrid!Chan? Maybe with a slight of angst and fluff if its possible? Thank youuu ❤

thank yooooou! ☺️

soooo, I think I might have wrote a lot, but I hope it’s okay lol thanks for requesting ♥️

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He was gone. You couldn't believe it, you thought your mind was playing a prank on you, or that maybe he was playing a prank on you, but he was actually gone. Chan was nowhere to be seen and his closest friends didn't know where he could be. You were in tears while printing posters of "have you seen my hybrid?" with the cutest picture you had of him, his information and your phone number as contact. Something must have happened because Chan would have never leave you like this, he has beeen your hybrid pet since you were eight years old, a gift from your parents on your birthday, and he has been with you through thick and thin. He wouldn't have vanished like that, but the police couldn't care less of missing pets, so you had to search for him yourself. Chan was not only your pet, he was your companion, your best friend, someone that had always supported you and stick to your side, he was your everything, and he was gone.

You were on the streets handing out the posters and asking people to help you out.

"Have you seen him? He's a koala hybrid, he's really clingy, he loves giving hugs..." you didn't remember or cared how many times you repeated this sentence and how many times you heard "no, I'm sorry". You were exhausted from walking around town, but your heart was shattered because you didn't receive any good news. But you couldn't give up, you'd find Chan no matter how many times you'd have to print posters or ask people. His friends were helping out the way they could, but being hybrids themselves, they didn't have much freedom to go out and about like you.

Your sadness only got worse as five days passed and there was no news on Chan's whereabouts. You were lying on your bed, tears wetting your pillow again, and there was no strength in you to get up and go on with life. Your parents came in to force you to eat, but you only took a few bites of whatever they were offering you and laid down again.

"You can't stay like this forever, you have to move on" your mom gave your leg a few strong taps.

"How can I move on when Chan could be starving, cold, sick?" you resumed crying.

"I'm seriously getting tired of this by now, he's just a pet, get over it" your father said, as nice as always.

"HE'S NOT JUST A PET!" you screamed feeling an irrational anger boiling inside you. You were fed up with their comments on your relationship with Chan, especially now that you were supposed to be moving to college and the dorms inside the campus wouldn't allow pets. Your parents made a fuss about how they didn't want to take care of Chan, how much a nuisance it would be, how you should just leave him on a pound because you couldn't take him with you either, and it just stressed you out so much you just wanted to scream at them to shut up. But Chan, being the angel he is, helped you out, comforting you with his miraculous hugs and precious words of wisdom, and you cooled down before snapping at your parents and making everything worse. You didn't know why they acted like that when the solution was quite simple, you just had to fill up a form and ask to be transferred to the dorms outside the campus that allowed pets. That was it! But no, they stressed you out, said hateful words about Chan to you, and all for nothing. Your college even sent you a confirmation email the day Chan got lost, but you were so worried about him that you didn't even remebered to update your parents on your situation. Not that you cared now.

"I swear to God, this is ridiculous. Get up and start packing, you're moving in less than a week!" you father demanded and you sat on your bed.

"Chan is lost! Don't you get it? I'll only pack when he comes back! I'm not leaving him behind!"

"He's never coming back!" your father retorded.

"Then I won't go to college!" you exclaimed throwing your hands up.

"Don't even joke about it" your mom warned you.

"If you give up college because of that mangy koala hybrid you're never stepping inside this house again!" your father threatened, pointing his index finger in your face.

"I'll join Chan on the streets, then! Might as well leave now" you got up angrily grabbing your phone, your backpack and stompping out of your bedroom. You quickly put on your shoes and took your car keys, leaving your house determined to not go back. You drove aimlessly, tears blurring your vision, and your heart aching. Chan would have never let this happen, he was always mediating your relationship with your parents, he was always calming you down and telling you the right things to say or do when it came to your parents, but Chan wasn't there to help you today and it hurts too much. It hurts because your parents should be more supportive of you and your decisions, and because the only one that actually cared about you would probably never come back. You parked near your old elementary school and your brain decided to be annoying and make you revive all your memories with Chan. You didn't think you had tears left to cry, but you were wrong. Your body convulsed with your hiccups while tears flooded your face, carrying your pain with them, as you tried to control your wailing, but to no avail.

Your phone interrupted your weeping, and you soon answered it when you saw it was Seungmin calling you. He went straight to the point, telling you to go to his house cause they had found Chan. And you did. You drove like a crazy person, but you weren't in your right state of mind, you only cared about seeing him again and never letting him go away ever again.

"Where's he? Where's he?" you said already pushing past Seungmin when he opened the door, and entering his house without invitation. Woojin and Jisung stepped back from the couch to let you get closer, but you cried even harder seeing Chan. He looked terrible.

"What happened?" you asked plopping down on your knees and caressing his face. Chan had lost too much weight, his cheekbones were more proeminent, his eyes deep with dark circles, several bruises and scars on his arms and probably on the rest of his body, his hair was a mess and he seemed really fragile. You've never seen him like this in your life and it terrified you, you were ten times more worried now.

"Life on the streets is not easy" Woojin replied because Chan was too weak to do so.

"Oh my God, Chan..." you petted his hair and bit your lower lip, trying to stop more tears to flow. He was having a hard time breathing too, and he was too sick to even keep his eyes open for a long period of time.

"We have to take him to a hospital, my car is outside, we can go now" you said looking at the boys, but Jisung shook his head.

"We tried, but they don't take in hybrids" he replied wrapping his tail around his body as if to comfort him.

"No, but I'm his owner, they'll listen to me, I'll be paying for everything, they have to take him in, he's sick!" the boys looked at you with pitiful eyes, and you rubbed your face.

"We're hybrids" Seungmin stated to make you understand that they would never be treated as human beings, although they were part human. "We'll give you some time alone while we prepare some soup for him and Jisung runs him a bath, okay?" Seungmin placed his hand on your shoulder and you squeezed it, mouthing a "thank you". You sat on the floor, resting your forehead on Chan's upper arm.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" you said sighing.

"It's not your fault" Chan spoke for the first time. His voice was nearly above a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear and make your heart skip a beat. "I shouldn't have ran away"

"Why have you done it, then?" you asked raising your head to take in his changed features.

"Because I couldn't take it anymore, all those people talking about me being just your pet, telling you to put me on a pound, I was nearly losing my mind" Chan coughed. "But it got worst when your own parents told you to get rid of me because you're moving to college and your dorms won't accept pets. I knew I couldn't be there anymore meddling in your happiness, stoping you from living your life, I knew I had to go. Besides, it's what you all always choose to do anyways" Chan coughed more.

"Who?"

"Owners" Chan seemed really tired, he was blinking slower each time. "You always abandon us" his statement hit you like a bullet to your heart to finish shatter to smitherins your already broken pieces. He was so wrong, how could he not see how much you cared about him?

"I wouldn't have abandoned you" your voice was weak because of the tears you were fighting to hold back, but you grabbed Chan's hand tightly and stared straight into his eyes. "I would have never abandoned you, I love you" you confessed kissing with almost reverence the back of his cold hand. Chan let out his breath and smiled softly, closing his eyes.

"This is a dream coming true, you know? Hearing you say you love me"

"Should've said it earlier"

"Yeah, probably"

"I'm sorry"

"It's alright now, don't cry" Chan opened his arms and you promptly put yourself in his embrace, being careful not to hurt him in any way. "There you go, hugs make everything better" he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Please, don't ever leave again, I'd die without you" you mumbled with your lips pressed to the skin on his neck.

"I won't, I promise" he hugged you tighter, making it seem like he was never letting you go, and that's exactly what you wanted.

[wintersxsoul]

A Bark Away 1/2

Summary: Your handsome neighbour and his human become a huge part of your life.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluuuuuuff.

A/N: This is my entry for Tara’s ( @moonbeambucky ) writing challenge! Congratulations darling, you deserve every single follower. A big thank you for @jaamesbbarnes for the sweet ideas and as always, a big big big thank you to the best beta in the world @all1e23, I love you 3000 baby.

The sound of furniture moving woke Bucky up, his tired lids trying hard for him to stay asleep. After ten minutes trying unsuccessfully, he groaned and pushed the covers away, earning a glare from Hades, his best buddy. Bucky smiled at the rottweiler, patting his head softly making him close his eyes again placing his head on top of his paws.

“You are living the best life, buddy.” He went to the kitchen to prepare coffee hoping it would spark some joy on a saturday morning at 8 am. He wandered through the house with his second cup of coffee, thinking what he could do that day since Sam and Steve were on a romantic getaway and Natasha was working, so his only options were Hades and himself. He checked the weather for today and since it seemed to be rainy, a long walk in the park with his best friend was totally discarded since Hades loved water but hated the rain. A smile tugged at his lips when he remembered the first time Hades felt the rain, he was about four months old and he tried to bite it, he tried to chase every raindrop that fell on his tail running around like crazy and trying to bark.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked Hades when he barked after hearing a loud thud and an unfamiliar voice cursing loudly. They both looked at each other and Bucky shrugged, approaching Hades to pet him, telling him how a good boy he was and how much he loved him. He filled his bowl with feed and prepared breakfast for himself.

You knew it was too early to be moving into your new apartment, but your landlord forced you out of your old apartment because it needed to be fixed for the new renters, what an asshole. He’d kicked you out because apparently you wouldn’t afford it in a few months since you lived on your own and he needed to rise the price. You didn’t mind much the whole moving out part since it was a shoe box, but you had to pack everything and look for a new place in a span of two weeks. Luckily for you, a friend of a friend was renting a place in Brooklyn and she was nice enough to let you move in whenever you needed to.

A pang of jealousy coursed through you when you heard a dog barking, probably a bigass one, the kind of dogs you adored deeply. You felt terribly sorry because the dog was probably barking cause you dropped a shelf and broke a plate from your favorite set of dishes your mother gave you when you moved from Spain to New York.

“FUCKING HELL!!...Pareces idiota, joder!” You started to gather the broken pieces and throwing them away on the trash bag, already full of stuff you were keeping not knowing why.

The rain had stopped and you decided you needed a break, maybe get some coffee from the cute coffee shop that was just around the corner. After five minutes gathering trash, you opened your front door, ready to get a taste of a proper breakfast. You scanned the hall and dropped everything you had when you saw a rottweiler sitting in front of the door next to yours. Your heart was racing and you had to stop yourself from running towards it to hug it, but it just looked like your childhood dog, Duke.

“Hello, boy. Are you a good boy?” You said in a high pitched tone, never moving from your spot. He wiggled his tail animatedly but he stayed still. You smiled and picked your stuff from the floor, giving your back to the neighbour’s door.

“So, you’re the noisy one, huh?” A deep masculine voice startled you, making you squeal and drop your stuff again. A loud curse left your mouth and you turned to see who scared you. He was tall, beefy and fucking gorgeous. He had shoulder length brown hair, baby blue eyes and a smile that you were positive it made your heart stop for a second and the best thing of all, he was the puppy’s owner. You approached him and extended your hand, smiling at him nervously, but well hidden.

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” He shook your hand and smirked, his pinkish lips looking terribly tempting.

“I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky. And this is Hades, my best friend and roommate.” He gestured at the dog laying on his feet, you asked him if you could pet him and as soon as he nodded, you were kneeling hugging and kissing Hades.

“I take it you like dogs?” Bucky commented, a huge smile still on his lips after your introduction. You both walked down the stairs, Bucky helping you with your bags and Hades following you silently.

“I adore them, but rottweilers are my favorites. I grew up with one back at home. Unfortunately, he passed away at an early age due to an aggressive bone cancer.” You wiped a silent tear but smiled when Hades approached you, his tail wiggling like crazy at you.

“I’m sorry, must’ve been terrible.” You nodded, agreeing with him. It really was terrible for you, and Hades looked painfully similar to Duke, but it’d been many years ago and you had learned how to move on.

“I just remember the good stuff though, and this big boy sure will help me a lot!” Bucky gazed at you while you were looking at Hades, totally missing the glint in his eyes.

“Oh, thank you for helping me with the bags by the way.” You tore your gaze from Hades and looked at Bucky, smiling at him back. He shrugged and told you it was nothing, his smile making you smile even more.

“I was actually headed to have breakfast, would you like to join me?” Bucky nodded and told Hades to move, making him wiggle his tail happily.

As months passed, your first encounter blossomed into a beautiful friendship full of respect and communication. Bucky worked as a freelance photographer and since the magazine you worked for needed someone capable to achieve their artistic goals, they contacted him through you so now, you were neighbors and worked together.

You couldn’t deny your romantic feelings towards him, but every time you thought about telling him you chickened, he was too important for you to ruin it all just because you had a crush.

“Hey there babe! How are you?” You answered with a growl and half asleep, but once you heard Bucky’s voice you knew something was up.

“Corazón, I’m so happy you called me at 1 am and woke me up after I slept for four hours...so what is it?” He cleared his throat nervously, something was clearly nagging him. You sat rapidly on your bed, your head spinning due to the dizziness caused by your sleep deprivation. You turned on the lights and waited for Bucky to speak.

“I know you need to rest and everything, but could you please check on Hades? You know how he is at nights and I have to work the whole night…”

“Of course, tomorrow is my day off, so I’ll go now.” He sighed relieved and you smiled, it never ceases to amaze you how much he loves Hades.

“You are an angel, thank you so much. Tomorrow lunch is on me.” You hummed in response and stood up, putting on your sweatpants and grabbing your keys.

“You still have the key I gave you, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going now. Don’t work too hard, Buck.” He giggled and said something else, but you missed it because the doorknob slipped and the door closed with a loud bang.

“What? What did you say?” You heard someone calling out Bucky’s name and you knew he had to hang up.

“I gotta go babe, I’ll see you for lunch. Te adoro.” Before he could answer, you cut the call and opened his door, a happy Hades moving his tail uncontrollably when he saw you.

“Ay mi niño, did you miss me? Did you huh?” You closed the door and immediately sat on the floor to pet him, hug him and kiss his huge head. He started pushing you and since he was strong, he pushed your body and pinned you against the floor, licking your face and hands. You started giggling, happy tears in your eyes when you thought about how lucky you were to have them both in your life.

“Okay buddy, let’s move to a more comfier place.” You stood up as best as you could and went to the living room, flicking on the lights. Bucky was the most organized person you knew, everything was always on the same place and after months of seeing his living room, you noticed a small change in the shelves. You dropped your keys on the coffee table and approached the book shelves, gasping when you noticed the new photo frame that sit in the whole center. It was a photograph of you and Hades a few weeks ago, you three went to the woods and you remember Bucky took photos of the landscape and Hades running around chasing the birds. You were laughing and Hades was sitting on your lap, he really thought he was a baby.

You took out your phone from your pocket and took a photo of the frame. You looked around to see where Hades was, a smile forming on your lips when you saw him lying on the couch looking at you, his eyes closing slowly. You grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies cause you had forgotten to take yours and it was a bit cold, settled on the couch next to Hades and waited for him to fall asleep.

[crysta-cub]

Crysta’s Lamia Experience: Looking for a Hero

It’s been a while since I last posted about our adventures on this blog. But I missed writing about my Lamia family. One that is ready to grow.

Since the time that the Lamia’s have discovered that I’m not exactly human, we have experienced loss, all three ferrets had passed due to their age and illnesses. It was a rough time for us all, Moonstone and Guardian took their passing hard, but I taught them about the human’s poem about Rainbow Bridge and that seemed to help them out. 

There was Guardian’s eggtastic find. Having Munchkin as a hatchling had brought a lot of warmth into the household, giving Alpha and Butterscotch a young one to care for as they struggled to produce their own young. Guardian and Moonstone excelled as older siblings, helping where they could. Guardian was especially proud of Munchkin, protecting him and teaching him how to swim in the bathtub. Maybe one day I’ll post pictured. 

We’ve even taken on the challenge of adopting a puppy named Eevee. This pup really turned the household around. Wrestling with Alpha and Guardian, providing rides for Moonstone and Munchkin and having cute naps with Butterscotch. She really fit right into our humble abode. She has also been a handful, an adventurous spirit who wants to get into everything and anything. Too smart for her own good at times. Took Butterscotch a longer moment to accept her ‘in your face’ approaches. 

Life has been great with this bundle of lamias. And soon our unit will be growing. After a dancing affair at Vex’s shop, something finally sparked for Alpha and Butterscotch and they are expecting their first clutch of babies. Apparently, whatever Butterscotch whispered to Alpha that night to cause the latter to flush so brightly, did the trick. But that’s a story for another night and the other blog. Alpha’s been doting on Butterscotch like nothing else, making sure he’s comfortable and not doing too much. Guardian and Moonstone took extra duty with Munchkin, especially since he’s now too big for either of the older lamia’s to carry. 

It's been a fulfilling life, this is the best family anyone could ask for. I do still feel something is missing, a connection that was lacking. I’m surrounded by all these loving lamias and yet, I feel like there’s still something more I need. I had originally wondered why I never felt that soulbond with Guardian. I read all the adoption stories on Chains and I never got that feeling of a tug on my soul, just the forever engrained memory of a panicked baby Chain tugging on my pant leg to get me to help his Papython friend. 

I asked him about it, about his soulbond. That’s when he revealed that he actually already had a soulbond with Moonstone. It explained so well why those two had always been so close, so intuned. Part of me was relieved. I don’t know how I'd feel if Guardian ever felt pain from me through a link. My life on this earth has been relatively peaceful, but I have known battle from my homeworld and some not so pleasant encounters from the humans of this world in times where my true self was revealed to a select few. Humans don’t take different well. It sucked to hide, but it was better than when trust was betrayed. And if anything happened to me, I’d hate for it to harm him, my little Guardian.

But I kinda still felt wanting, wanting of that close bond that other Chain owners had. Maybe another Chain would come into their lives, though I have been finding myself admiring the King form as well. Those heroic poses and grand stature and size. Ok, my mind was beginning to wander. 

I’m sitting here, rocking little Munchkin to sleep after his feeding. Such a sweet little Twister. I give him a little kiss on his head before placing him in his nest. I quietly left the room, kneeling down to give Eevee a head scritch in thanks for guarding the door before going into the livingroom to throw on some shoes. There were a few errands to run and a spot to check out.  Deciding against taking anyone along this time, just a little me time and maybe to get a little surprise treat for everyone. 

I left the house, telling the household to behave themselves before hopping into the car an driving off. A few stops here and there, nothing eventful really, a tasty cake in the passenger seat for the fam and a chew bone for Eevee. I pull up to the entryway to a trail I heard about, wanting to check it out before I bring everyone out there. It looks inviting and private, maybe a place I can shift into another form and run with Alpha, Moonstone and Guardian. Maybe Eevee too. The Lamias seem to love my snake form, it looked much like a mixture of this planet’s Cobra, Anaconda and Diamondback rattlesnake, but it was a bit too large to really shift into at home, but in open space, it worked well. 

With a large inhale as a strong breeze cut through the trees, I let myself relax. Close my eyes and take in the peak of sunlight escaping through the branches. I didn’t expect the presence of another coming up behind me and grabbing me, a cloth being placed over my mouth. I began to fight the stranger as my head began to swim. I nearly slipped out of his grasp before the world grew dark. 

The last thing I remember hearing is the person behind me calling out. “Wooowee, lookit here Mick, I caught teh Alien!”

Well Shit.

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Munchkin begins to cry, alerting the household. Being close by, Alpha and Butterscotch slither over and began trying to console the distraught Lamia. 

“shh, shhh, it ok Munchie, it’s ok.” Butterscotch cuddles close to Munchkin, rubbing his back, he glanced up at Alpha. The fact that Munchkin was crying for no noticeable reason was concerning. 

“Are you hurt? Hungry?” Alpha began questioning. Munchkin shakes his head, his tail thrashed in his tantrum. 

“Wan Mama Isssta! Wan Mama Isssta!” Munchkin bawled. This was odd of Munchkin, the young one never demanded, never complained, always a warm bundle of sunshine. 

“Shh, shhh, It’s ok Munchie. Mama Crysta will be home soon. She just went out to do a few things. You’ll see, she’ll be home any minute now.” Butterscotch continued to console Munchkin. Soon the baby Twister is brought down to sniffles. Butterscotch smiles and cuddles with him.

Moonstone and Guardian come in, while Eevee pokes her nose into the room through the small lamia door. 

“Is Munchkin ok?” Moonstone asks, coming over to pet the baby lamia on the head. 

“Yes,” Alpha answers. “Just got a little upset. Wants his Mama Crysta.” 

“Should we give Mama Crysta a call?” Guardian asked, his brow bone crested in worry.

“That should be fine. The phone is in the living room.” Butterscotch informs Guardian, who nods and slithers off to try to contact Crysta. He adjusts himself so that his gravid belly wasn’t uncomfortable. Munchkin snuggles close to Butterscotch, still sniffling but much calmer. 

Guardian slithers by Eevee, who playfully nips at him. Guardian giggles and pushes her muzzle away before going over the cellphone left on the coffee table. He presses the saved phone number labeled Mama Crysta and listened to it ring. He glances over at Moonstone who ended up following after him. 

“She didn’t pick up.” Guardian informed. 

“Maybe she didn’t hear it? Or accidently put it on silent again?” Moonstone offered, taking Guardian’s hand in his own. 

“I guess. Sometimes I wish I had a soul bond with Mama Crysta so I knew she was ok.” Guardian squeezed Moonstone’s hand, feeling his worry through his bond. “Not that I regret having it with you. I just worry when she’s gone so long.” 

Moonstone smile and brings Guardian in close for a hug. “I know. But Mama Crysta is strong, can take care of herself. I like our bond too.” It wasn’t unknown that the two young Lamias were developing a little puppy love for each other. They never considered the other a sibling but as their best friend that they got to grow up together. Though they were still merely young teenagers, their connection was obvious. 

“I’ll call Mama Crysta again in a bit.” Guardian pulled away giving the phone a glance. 

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I wake up in a bright room, laying in a pad of a bed. I groan as I sit up, looking around, 3 solid walls and one glass wall. Cameras mounted at each corner, leaving no room for privacy. There’s a door at the far corner. I stretch from my stiff position. There’s something around my neck, kinda poking at me with cold metal. I lift my hands to it and feel… a shock collar… with multiple shock devices. 

What the fuck was going on. I get up and go to the door, testing it. Locked obviously. I look to the glass side of the room and I see a table and another door showing what I can guess is a hallway. 

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” I call out. 

It didn’t take long for a scraggly looking man to enter the room, head full of dreads, clothing looking unwashed. “Wooowee, look atcha. Well, miss alien, the name’s Tic. I’m so glad ta finally meet cha. Tis was so worth not going to that there Area 51 Raid. Yessiree.”

“I’m sorry, Tic.” Oh god, this guy was off. Hopefully I can reason with him. “There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, I’m not an alien. Just a normal person. I kinda just want to get back home please.” 

“No Alien mam, You can’t trick me that easy. I’ve seen whatcha can do. That transformin’ thin’. Got it all on camera on one of my wildlife cams. Blew my mind. Was hopin’ for a Big Foot but got me somethin’ better. Was mighty nice seein’ ya handle that there couga’ when ya shift to a Lion.” 

There was a camera in that clearing? The clearing where Alpha got hurt when defending Guardian from the Mountain Lion? 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t do anything like that.”

“Nah, nah, You surely can. Wanna prove et to.”  He picks up a remote and turns on a projector. The projector shows a video of her confronting the Mountain Lion. Alpha getting hit and her reacting and transforming to stand protectively over Alpha and Guardian. Its a bit blurry and gets staticy during the transformation. It’s hard to tell that it is even me. 

“That’s some impressive CGI, that’s not me, I was never at that location. Dude, you have to realize how ridiculous this is. I’m not an alien. Please, I just want to go home.” I’m getting nervous. This guy keep replaying the transformation. 

“Nah, Yous an alien, gonna prove et too. Now we can do et the easy way and ya show me what ya can do or I’m gonna make ya.” Tic holds up another remote and my eyes widen.

“Please no, I can’t do what you want me to do. Please, you don’t have to aaaaaahhh.” I scream as the collar begins to shock me. These shockers were altered to deliver a higher voltage than those of normal dog shock collars. I reach up and grip the collar, trying to pull it away from my neck. It’s over quickly and I collapse to my knees, breathing deeply. This guy is insane and by the look on his face, there’s no convincing him. 

“Teh easy way out is still an option.” Tic begins writing something down. “But if cha keep insistin’ that cha won’t transform, well. That collar will go off every hour. I figured if anything, a little dangah will spark your transformation. After a few hours the power should increase. It should help in encouragin’ ya ability. I have video recording live and with a push-o-a button, I can reveal whatcha are ta tha world. I’ll be famous. Once you show whatcha can do” 

I look up and see a crooked smile, teeth yellowed or missing. I could almost imagine the bad breath. “No, you’ll kill me. Please, you can’t do this. I’m Human!” My heart dropped as I saw him shake his head and walk away. “No Wait, Please let me out.” 

Realization sets in, I’m alone, no one knows where I am, and I’m at the mercy of some mad man. I look around the room, taking a few calming breaths. I can either reveal myself and break out, giving Tic what he wanted and further putting my life and the Lamias at risk. Or hope somehow I am rescued, or the mad Tic would come to his senses. 

I just wish I could see my Lamias. 

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A few phone calls with no answers and it had turned dark outside. Moonstone and Guardian go back to the lamia room where Alpha stood watch over the snoozing Butterscotch and Munchkin. 

“Anything?” Alpha whispered, moving a short distance away so not to wake the sleeping duo. 

“No, Mama Crysta hasn’t picked up or called back. The last call went straight to voicemail.” Guardian informed with worry in his voice. 

“This is very unusual of Mama Crysta. What if something happened to her?” Moonstone looked a little scared. 

“I agree.” Alpha glanced back at Butterscotch and Munchkin. He couldn’t leave them on their own. His instincts telling him he should stay close to his mate at all times. It was getting very close to their due date. He also didn’t feel comfortable about sending Guardian and Moonstone on their own to search for Crysta afterdark. They were still small enough that the threat of birds of prey was valid. The last thing he wanted to do was to put them in harm’s way. 

“We’ll wait til morning, If Crysta doesn’t show up, well give Miss Vex a call. She’ll know what to do.” Alpha decided that would be the best course. He had to believe Crysta was fine. Crysta has gotten herself distracted before, hopefully this was the case but the whole thing seemed off. “She’ll come home, we just got to believe in her.”

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I’ve woken up from another shock attack. Hours have passed since I first woke up in this place. I don’t know how long I can stand this. This human form won’t be able to take this very long. Everytime the shock collar goes off, Tic appears and writes something down. I plea with him, to let me go, that I’m not the alien he’s looking for. 

He still doesn’t listen. I pound on the glass wall and he laughs and says “It’s bulletproof, You can’t break it.” I sag against the glass wall. My body is shaking from the assault, add hunger, thirst and lack of sleep. I look over at Tic, watching him write. “What are you even writing?”

Tic smiles at me. “the difference tween screwin’ round and science is writin’ et down.” He jots a few things down and leaves. 

Did he just quote Mythbusters at me? I rub my face with my hands. I can hear voices from the hall. I strain to listen to Tic talking with the other. What was his name, Mick?

“Eh, Tic, wha if she isn’t one-o-those aliens? Wha if she es tellin’ the truth? 

“Ya saw the video, Mick. She really es one. We just gotta prove et. She’ll come around, just takes time.” 

“But wha if she does die? Wha then?”

“Eh, we’re in tah middle of the woods, ain’t nobody finding us out here. We just bury her a ways from here and move on. There’s still tah Big Foot to find.”

I can hear them moving away. Great. They don’t really seem to care that they could be killing someone with this ‘experiment’ they have, either I’m an alien or I’m dead. I begin to hope that something happens soon. My soul reaches out. All I need is a Hero.

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Morning dawns, and Moonstone brings the cell phone over to the group huddled in the Lamia room. Crysta still hadn’t come home. Alpha and Guardian are arguing about Guardian going out on his own during the night when Alpha explicitly said not to. 

Moonstone knows they’re worried, he is too. He presses the button to call Vex and turns on speaker phone. Both Alpha and Guardian shut up and move closer, waiting for the line to pick up. And once it did, Moonstone doesn’t even wait for who ever picked up to say anything

“Hello, Miss Vex.” His voice is shaking. “Mama Crysta didn’t come home last night and we’re worried about her.” A tear runs down his face as he speaks. “We think something is wrong and we need help.” His voice hitches as Guardian wraps his arms around him.

Alpha then takes over. “We need help looking for her. My mate, Butterscotch, is due to have our hatchlings at any moment and I can’t leave him alone. I also need help with Munchkin cause he’s too big for me to handle on my own. I can’t send Moonstone and Guardian on their own to search for her. We don’t know where she went or how far she’s gone. Her phone just goes to voicemail.” Alpha glances over as Moonstone begins to sob and can see Guardian trying to hide his own tears. He glances over at Butterscotch, still curled up with Munchkin. Their eyelights meet. He feels helpless. 

Suddenly Butterscotch gasps and clutchs his belly. Alpha drops the phone and rushes over. Guardian quickly picks it up. Waiting for a reply from the other end of the line.

Butterscotch looks up at Alpha. “They’re gonna be coming soon. I can’t have them without Crysta here. I need to know Crysta is safe, they can’t come without Crysta being here.” Butterscotch is beginning to panic and Alpha try to console him as Munchkin begins to whimper. 

Guardian looks between the minture Lamias and the phone. “What do we do?” his voice shakes.

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I’m shaking after the last shock. It’s gotten more intense and it’s starting to feel like it’s happening more often. I can only assume he’s getting impatient. I’m leaning against the glass plane wall, the cool surface giving me some relief. I’ve tried pounding on it, hoping I could call for help in the off chance anyone else was around. Maybe Mick would have a change of heart and go against Tic. It didn’t seem likely. 

My vision blurs before I see it. The slide of a distinctive large tail, glowing with magic.

A Lamia!

I begin pounding on the glass wall in desperation. I couldn’t tell if it was a King or a Chain but I didn’t care. It was a Lamia, and hopefully a way out. Hopefully it wasn’t blind to these insane peoples’ experiment. 

“Help, Help, please help me!” I call out, ignoring how hoarse my voice sounded. My vision is swimming and I’m feeling faint. I try to shoulder the glass, trying to make as much racket as possible. 

That’s when I felt it, another unscheduled shock. I cry out, leaning against the wall as I wait for it to pass. I can’t see the tail anymore, but my vision is darkening. The shock ended and I slide down to the floor against the wall. 

“Help, I need a hero.” I mutter before I lose consciousness. 

( @vex-bittys or @vexy-sins (not sure which blog this would be better for...since there is some element of torture of my person in the story.)

Yes this is a Lamia adoption scenario, I’m looking to be saved by my next Lamia. 

I had this Idea for a while and am kicking myself for not doing it sooner. I’m either looking for a (and leaning more towards) a large King-Chain Hybrid that can hopefully still do a soulbond, or I can be happy with just a large full size King (or both a king and a chain, so I can still get that soulbond? :P I’m indecisive). Also any other unique features or background for him (them) would be nice. This is going to be a love interest(s) for my character. I hope I’m not asking for too much. 

Also, I chose not to have a soulbond with Guardian as I could have sworn that I remembered that a Chain can have a soulbond with another Lamia and I kinda liked the Idea of him having one with Moonstone instead. I never got that soulbond feeling during their rescue/adoption. I just couldn’t find the post to confirm it. 

I do want Butterscotch to have his babies after I’m rescued. If you wanna throw me what they are having that would be great because I don’t even know what I want yet. So surprises are the best. Again, hoping I’m not asking for too much Please take your time in replying, I know you have a lot of asks in your mailbox and I don’t want to be jumping ahead of anyone… but this needed to be a story rather than an ask. I can be patient.)