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ofstarsandvibranium · 25 days ago

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Fur-evermore

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x F!Reader

Summary: Because you're Bucky's assistant, you, and your service dog, Juniper, head to the tower to give him some files as well as meet the rest of his new team...including a very cute and slightly awkward, Bob.

A/N: so reader has a service dog, but I didn't go into specifics as to why. also this is like 3k words so yeah. enjoy!

Juniper, or Juni, as you like to affectionally call her, walks by your side as you enter the resident floor of the Avengers Tower. Even though Bucky didn't need you as much as he did when he was a Congressman, your assistance made his life a little easier. You thought yourself to be like a hero for the hero.

"Who are you?" the young blonde woman, you learned to be Yelena, asks as you come into her view.

You stop and politely smile, "Oh, hi! I'm Y/N. Bucky's assistant. I have clearance to be here. I mean, obviously, since I wouldn't be here if I didn't have clearance."

The tall blonde man that you know to be John Walker, frowns, "Why does Bucky get an assistant and we don't?"

Bucky sighs and stands from his spot on the couch, "She was my assistant when I was in Congress and she's generous enough to continue working with me," he approaches you with a friendly smile, "What's up?"

"Well here," you hand him some files, "Are some files Val wanted you all to go through before your mission in two days. Also, Sam says you're not answering his calls or texts."

Bucky winces, "We got into an argument and I need my space. He needs to respect that." He bends down and lets Juni sniff his hand.

Juni looks up at you waiting for your permission. You giggle and say, "Go ahead, Juni."

With her release words, the golden retriever practically pounces on Bucky, causing him to fall onto his back. Bucky's laughing as Juniper smothers him in kisses.

Yelena looks at the sight, confused, "Didn't think he even knew how to laugh."

You snort, "Juni has her way of breaking down people's walls."

"Who's dog is that?" asks another blonde man that comes down the steps.

You look at him and raise your hand, "She's mine! Her name is Juniper, or Juni. My service dog." You pat your leg, "Jun Jun, come."

Juniper immediately leaves Bucky to sit at your feet, "So this is Juniper," you scratch behind her ear, "and I'm Y/N, Bucky's assistant." You look around the room and point out each member, "Yelena, John, Ava, Alexei," and you turn to the man who stands some distance from you, "And you're Bob, right?"

He shyly nods and smiles, "Yeah. That's me. Hi."

"Hi. You all will probably see me and Juni a lot. So don't be alarmed if you see me here at random times. Really all depends on what the old man here," you gesture to Bucky who sits up, "needs from me."

Bucky grunts as he gets to his feet, "I can fire you, you know?"

"But then your life would be in shambles. You need me, old man," you nod to the files in his hands, "Please don't forget to look through those."

He rolls his eyes, "I won't."

You look at each member of Bucky's team, "If you ever need to get a hold of Bucky and he's not answering, feel free to get in contact with me. I know how he likes to ignore his phone." You face him again, "Please talk to Sam."

You shoot a smile at Bob, "Have a good rest of your day, Bob!"

He watches as you and Juniper head to the elevator, "Yeah...you too," he murmurs, eyes stuck on you until the elevator doors close. He turns to Bucky, "She's really nice."

Bucky scoffs, "To you. She's a pain in the ass to me, but she gets the job done. Helps me stay organized. Juniper is a lot of help too when things become too stressful. Have you thought about getting one?"

"What?" Bob asks with a scrunch of his brows.

"A service dog or emotional support dog."

Bob shrugs, "Dunno. Never had a dog growing up. Don't even know if I really like them or if I can even take care of one."

"Well Y/N loves to educate people on service dogs. So if you ever have questions, you can ask her when she's around."

"Yeah. Sure, I'll-I'll do that." he glances back at the elevator before retreating to his recliner near the window.

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The next time Bob sees you is a day after the team has the mission. Because Bob has buried The Void inside him, he hasn't been much help. So he stays at the tower and does what he can to make everyone's lives a little easier.

This includes make food.

You exit the elevator and are immediately hit with the smell of food. You follow the scent to the kitchen to see Bob pulling out a whole roast out of the oven.

"Smells amazing!" he jolts in surprise and you giggle, "Sorry for scaring you."

He chuckles, "It's fine. Wasn't expecting to see anyone until later." He sets the roast on the counter to rest.

You sit at one of the high chairs, Juniper plotting down beside your feet, "You know how to cook?"

"Been learning since I can't do much else to help. Kind of became the resident cook and cleaner around here, but it's fine."

You nod, "I'm sure they're really grateful for you, Bob."

"Oh yeah, Yelena tells me all the time. Bucky and Ava too, sometimes. Alexei and John don't say it as much, but I can tell they are. But Yelena the most, especially when I experiment on cooking certain dishes. She gets to taste all of them," he smiles brightly and it makes you smile.

"You and Yelena seem very close."

"Oh yeah," he nods, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, "She's helped me a lot with my...issues."

"Have you seen a therapist?"

"Yeah. I have sessions with them every other day, but, you know, some days are harder than others."

You give a hum, "Yeah, I know that all too well. I'm lucky to have Juni here to help me on those bad days," you look fondly at your furry companion.

"Yeah...Bucky said I could talk to you about having a service animal?"

Your eyes brighten and you straighten up, "Yes! I'm always willing to educate people and answer questions."

Bob rounds the kitchen island and sits beside you, "I'm just not sure I'm a dog person or if I'm capable of taking care of one. I can barely take care of myself sometimes."

"It's a partnership. You and the animal work together and create a harmonious relationship. Juni helps keep me above water and I provide her the basic necessities and lots of love." At the sound of her name, Juniper sits up and gives Bob a curious sniff.

"You can pet her, if you'd like," you say gently, "When we're out in public is when I need her to be more focused, but I'm more lenient when we're with a few people."

Bob holds out his hand to let Juni sniff him. Her tail wags as she steps toward him. Her cold nose touches Bob's hand as she sniffs him.

She immediately jumps onto her hind legs and rests her head on his lap. You hum, "She senses an uneasiness in you she's trying to help ground you." You slide off your chair, "Here, lay on your back on the floor."

Bob silently follows your orders. He slides off the chair and moves to lay on the floor. His back his pressed against the cold tiles.

Juniper immediately lays a part of her body on top of Bob. The weight and the warmth of her on top of him was comforting. So comforting, he felt himself tearing up.

You softly smile at him, "It's okay to cry, if you need to."

He sniffles, "I'm sorry. I just-"

You shake your head, "You don't have to explain. I know. I'll just sit here with you until you're okay."

So that's how you two stay for a time. Juni on top of Bob, Bob crying and letting himself feel whatever he's feeling, and you, just providing a comfortable silence.

After some time passes and Bob's cries subside, you call Juniper to you. She crawls off Bob and sits beside you, watching as Bob sits up. He wipes at his eyes, "Thank you. I didn't-I don't even know how to-"

"You're welcome," you help each other to your feet, "Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Yeah," he replies and stands there as you wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, relishing in your comforting warmth and scent.

"You're not alone, Bob," you murmur in his ear.

He chuckles, "Yeah...slowly starting to really get that."

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You make an effort to see Bob when you were at the tower, whether it was just a quick "Hello" or a little chat as he cooks. You made sure to see him.

You've come to find that Bob was a really sweet and kind person. He had a rough past and wanted to make up for that. That's something he shared with the other Avengers.

So whenever you were around, he also made an effort to offer up his assistance if you needed it. Whether it was to help carry some of your things or even give Juni some water. Bob was always there to help you out too.

Because of that, you two started to grow close. Now it wasn't just Bucky you spent a lot of your time with. It was either Bucky on some days, Bob on other days, or both at the same time.

Bucky didn't mind it though, he understood where Bob was coming from and wanted to help the kid wherever he could. But he couldn't help but tease you when it was just you and him.

"Are you here for me?" he asks with a teasing smirk as he approaches the elevator.

You snort, "Aren't I always?"

He shrugs, "Dunno, you might be here for a certain someone."

You know what he's insinuating, but you don't take the bait, "I mean, yeah, me and Yelena are cool I guess."

Bucky rolls his eyes at you, "Alright, smart ass."

You smirk at him in victory, "Anyway, I scheduled you to have a meeting with a PR rep."

Bucky's face scrunches in confusion, "Why?"

"Because you suck at answering questions. All of those press interviews you've done were painful. You, obviously, need help. But don't worry, everyone else will be there too because Val and her PR team can only do so much."

Bucky groans and crosses his arms over his chest, "When is this?"

You check your watch, "In three hours."

"What if I had plans?"

You scoff, "Please, Bucky, I make your plans. So I know you don't have any."

The brunette walks away grumbling about how much of a pain you are, but you know there isn't any malice behind it. You look down at Juniper, who stares up at you with a smile, her tail wagging.

You chuckle and pat her head, "Let's go see our friend, hm?"

You head up to the second residential floor where everyone's rooms are located. You go down the hall to the very last room where Bob resides. You knock while also pushing in the door, "Hey Robby-oh."

You enter to see Bob shirtless, Yelena hugging him.

The scene looked...intimate.

"Sorry, I-Juni!" Juniper bolts into the room and jumps onto Bob's bed. Usually, she's a lot more behaved, but it seems she's gotten super attached to Bob.

Bob chuckles and pets the golden retriever, "Hiya, Juni girl," he gives her a soft smile.

"Juni, here," you command and she immediately rushes to your side. You clear your throat, "Sorry for interrupting. Just wanted to say hi."

Yelena smiles, "It's fine. We weren't doing anything."

"I'll see ya later, Robby," you give him an awkward nod and Bob just gives you a shy wave.

You and Juni leave, closing the door behind you. You shake your head and murmur to yourself, "I'm so stupid."

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When the door closes, Yelena breaks the silence, "Soooo that was awkward."

Bob looks at his friend with pleading eyes, "I just-you see why I'm not good enough? She's so beautiful and kind and smart and...I'm a mess. I'm broken-"

Yelena shakes her head, "Hey. No, we don't go there, remember? And broken things can be fixed...sometimes. You're working on yourself and that's good. If Y/N can't see that, then you shouldn't be with someone like her. But I do think she likes you too."

Bob looks at her with wide eyes, "You think?"

"I'm very perceptive. I saw her look sad when she saw us hugging. You know what that means?" Bob shakes his head and Yelena answers, "She thinks we're a thing, which means she's jealous. Which means, she has feelings for you." She does a mindblown gesture and it causes Bob to snort.

He lets out a deep breath and scratches his chest, "And if she doesn't like me back?"

Yelena shrugs, "I don't think that'll happen, but, if, somehow, she doesn't like you back, then you move on. That's the only thing you can do." She gives Bob a pat on the shoulder and heads out, leaving Bob to think about what she's said.

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You avoid Bob for the next few days after walking in on him and Yelena. You hate to admit how much it hurt to see him with her like that. You thought you two were getting closer, and maybe he even liked you. But, of course, you didn't stand a chance against someone as cool and as beautiful as Yelena Belova.

You were a little sad and insecure, so you did your best to continue to do your job while also trying to avoid the tower as much as possible.

Bucky caught on though, noticed you weren't coming by. So, after Bob asked for you, he decided to ask for you to come by the tower. He tried to make it seem like it was urgent, so you and Juni came storming onto the residential floor looking distressed.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you ask as you approach a waiting Bucky.

"I'm fine, but I wanted to know if you're okay."

You shuffle your weight from one leg to another, "Yeah. Why?"

He shrugs, "Just noticed you haven't been around for the past few days...and Bob has been asking about you."

"He has my number."

"He wants to talk to you in person."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but, whatever happened, he wants to talk to you, Y/N. Take it from me, ignoring your issues won't make them go away."

You groan, "I don't-"

"Y/N?" you freeze when you see Bob on the stairs.

Juniper barks and you let her run to him. She jumps at him and he chuckles, "Hiya, girl."

You look at Bucky with pleading eyes, "Don't you-"

"I'll leave you to it," he gives you a wink and walks back upstairs, giving Juni a pat and Bob a nod.

You internally groan and slowly walk over to the base of the stairs where Bob sat, petting Juniper.

"Hi," you say shyly and he looks up at you, "Hi."

"So...you've been asking for me?"

"Well, you haven't been around. Wanted to see if you were okay."

"You could've just texted me."

"Yeah, well...I wanted to see you...to talk to you."

You sit beside him on the stairs, "I'm here so...what's up?" You avoid looking at him by petting Juni.

"I really don't know how else to say it and I'm not good at this stuff. But...I like you, Y/N. A lot. And, I know I've got my issues, but I promise I'm working on them. And I don't think I'd make the best partner or boyfriend or whatever, but I'm willing to try things out. With you," he clarifies at the end.

You're looking at him, eyes searching for any hint that he's lying or playing some prank on you.

You finally find the words to speak, "I thought you and Yelena-"

"We're just friends. That day you came into my room to see me, I was having a bit of a breakdown. She was helping talk me through it."

"I like you too," you say softly, "When I saw you with Yelena, I thought...yeah. So I did the cowardly thing and avoided coming here because I didn't want to potentially see you and her together."

Bob reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, "I get it. It's okay. Feelings are...scary."

You chuckle, "So scary."

"So? Do you think we can try this out? I can't guarantee I won't mess things up-"

"It's okay," you whisper, cupping his face with your free hand, "I wanna try things out with you, Robby. As long as we both stay on top of communicating how we're feeling and what's going on in our heads, I think we'll be okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you reply in a whisper, leaning in closer and closer that yours-

"AH! Young love!" Alexei exclaims as he and Yelena exit the elevator, "So beautiful and lovey! Congrats you two!"

"Dad, shut up!" Yelena scolds her father, "Sorry! Carry on!" She pushes her father back into the elevator to bring him somewhere else.

Bob chuckles, "Well that was-"

His words are interrupted as you grab his face and kiss him. He's taken by surprise, but kisses you back. It's a little awkward, but also endearing.

He doesn't know what to do with his hands until he just settles with holding your face instead.

You pull away with a smile and take in the hazy look that Bob's has in his eyes.

"Woah," he says and you laugh, and it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard.

You scoot away to give him some room to breathe, "So, um, do you wanna go on a walk around the city with me and Juni?"

"Yeah. Absolutely." He stands up first, helping you to your feet. You hand him Juni's leash and she sits at his feet while he attaches it to her collar.

He holds out his hand to you and you take it, both of you walking out of there with a buzzing sensation around you two.

#bob reynolds #bob reynolds x reader #robert bob reynolds #robert bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds imagine #thunderbolts #thunderbolts imagine

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damnfeelings09 · 4 months ago

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Animals AU - Shadow's version

A.N: I like Shadow's soft side, I guess this AU is not as dark romance as I imagined it but can you blame me? He's just sooooo cute. RED for stalker, GREEN for you. Careful who you talk to, they might not be exactly who you think they are.

White fluffy fur and red eyes flooded your dreams, running away from someone you couldn't recognize. The heaviness in your legs did not allow you to run, your steps slower and slower, and that hand coming from the sun my salvation moving farther and farther away while you were consumed by darkness. You awoke with a start looking everywhere for Shadow but you were alone in your cold, dark room. Fear creeping down your back as the door opened to reveal a figure, tall, broad, dark, slowly aprooching you, as the night lamp started to outline Shadow's figure, you relaxed and let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

“What you doing awake?” He asked caressing your face

“I... nightmares.” his expression softened. “Don't wanna be alone, I'm scared”

“Told you there's no need to be afraid of the dark if you're with me,” he said laughing lightly. settling in to sleep holding you tight as if his life depended on it and it did.

“Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” You nod, caressing his chest once more. “'kay, this one's about a princess with big beautiful eyes and long silky hair and a... knight a dark one but not the kind you'll like. She danced to the music only she heard, as if no one else was there. Their paths crossed for a brief moment, a wrong turn caused her to end up in the knight's arms and he... well let's just say he got the drink he wanted but not in the form he needed. The princess looked at him with her eyes so big and those beautiful red cheeks as she ran her hands over his body trying to clean him up. So scared and embarrassed, like a little bunny at the mercy of a predator. She excused herself and ran to her carriage. It was a second, maybe less, but it was enough to capture the knight's raw, hard, black heart and took it with her.”

Shadow's story sounded awfully familiar, memories from years ago, hit you. You remembered it. It was in your freshman year? While jamming a song on your earphones, pretending the music was taking you somewhere else, as per usual, swaying your hips to the beat of Dance Macabre, and an unexpected turn that should have ended with you face down on the floor, instead you found yourself in someone's arms. What happened next was like a blur in your memory, you remembered the embarrassment and the thousand apologies you had given to the stranger, you remembered running to the subway and hiding inside trying not to look out the window. “It was you...” you muttered without being able to turn to look at him. “Is that why you call me that?”.

“I was screwed since the first time I layed my eyes on you bunny. I couldn't get that sweet scent out of my mind. I was yours from day one. You have no idea how long I've waited to do this.” He lowers his head, eyes locked on yours asking for permission, he kisses you. Slow, soft, as if he feared you could break at any second. He deepens the kiss, tastes your lower lip biting it hot, steady, a soft moan scapes from your lips but Shadow won't let it go any further, not in the state you're in. He's already waited so long that a few more days for you to regain your sanity is no problem, besides, he doesn't want you to regret it in the morning.

Shadow wants, wishes that when he fucks you it's conscious, because you want it and not just to erase a bad memory.

Morning came, sunlight sneaking through the curtain, fluffy hair tingling your face. You try to get up to close the window but a strong arm holds you around your waist pulling you back to the bed. Shadow lies beside you nuzzling into your hair, his legs locking yours so you wont run away. You take a moment to admire him, his nose shiny, his jet black fur soft white fur dots near he’s muzzle as if they were freckeles, tiny eyelashes adorn his eyes. You move your hand, stroking his face it's soft and the smell of fresh lavender envelops your senses. He looks so relaxed, peaceful, tender, as if he is another Shadow. Slowly you move closer and gently deposit a kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes, this time there is no fire behind them, just a mix of orange and reddish, like sunset you think. The shadow of a smile peeks out of his expression.

“Morning,” you say, still caressing his face. Shadow seeks the touch of your hand emitting a soft prrrrrrr, drawing you closer to him, the curves of your body fit perfectly with the hardness of his, the warmth between you is enough to make you tremble.

Who knew he would be the one to take care of you?

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #shadow fanfic #shadow the hedeghog #shadow the hedgehog #sth au #mobian x human #sth #shadow #sonic fanfiction #AnimalsAUShadowversion

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vonlycaonwife · 6 months ago

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Lycaon relationship hcs

Omg I went off on this, this was supposed to be for someone’s request but then I accidentally went completely self indulgent. So this will be made into its own post!

Warnings: nsfw (under the cut), knotting, bdsm

Honestly seeing Lycaon in a relationship is like seeing fireflies in the night. It's so whimsical and almost magical, even if it is reality and down to earth.

He's just so sweet and romantic, a lot of the time not meaning to! Like he just naturally would do these little things that make your heart melt.

Though in the beginning he definitely was nervous, not so much to the point of it being obvious to a stranger. But the rest of the members definitely had fun seeing him overthink his actions.

These three would definitely be asked a lot of questions, mainly Rina though since she would have better advice (debatable) than Corin or Ellen.

But! Once the relationship has been through the first couple of months everything is pretty smooth sailing.

He doesn't really question what to do, mainly because he would communicate with you very clearly and often to make sure everything is alright and he's not overstepping.

If his partner isn't a thiren I can imagine him fearing about potentially overstepping because of the possible habits thirens have when in relationships.

One I feel is them being a bit more territorial, though how it's shown is dependent on each person. For Lycaon I feel that for him it's very subtle, like making sure his scent is on you. I can't see him getting aggressive publicly unless someone was making his partner uncomfortable.

Another thiren custom I highly feel is a thing is partners grooming each other. Since it's a common thing amongst animals for bonding, thirens most likely have that instinct as well. So I can see him insistenting on brushing your hair and maybe doing your makeup if you wear any. And he wouldn't really complain about you returning the favor, you would definitely see his tail wagging as you brush his fur.

Also! Another important thing you see more commonly than others is definitely him using more casual prosthetics than the ones we see usually see him. While they would be cyber enhancements as well, they wouldn't have the same modifications as his work ones. I can't imagine him letting just anyone see him use those, so you would be very special to him to see him using those.

Do I have to even mention that he's like the best when it comes to taking care of a sick partner? THIS MAN-

While I don’t believe he would call out of work for a simple cold, he would already have everything prepared for you. Like medicine beside your bed along with a warm meal in the microwave (to keep warm).

But if it's worse than that you can guarantee that he's staying around to make sure you recover at a speedy pace.

Nsfw under the cut

Okay but it's very obvious Lycaon restrains himself a lot to put on a more sophisticated approach.

So when to sex with him you really would have to show him how much you trust him to let him fully relax and not hold himself back during the act.

Even then I don't think he would want to do things roughly that often, maybe only when he's really stressed and needs to release it. Though if that were to be the case there is always a safe word.

As a thiren I do believe he potentially goes through a rut, but it's not really something that happened often until he met you. And even then he most likely prefers to not undergo that since he would lose control of himself.

But! That doesn't mean I don't think he's kinky, I definitely believe he is.

I can see him having a small bdsm thing, but it's only surface level. He mainly would only ever bring these into the bedroom once he knows there's a great amount of trust between you two.

He very much gives soft dom vibes, but it's also obvious that he also has the potential to be a mean dom. I mean come on they're clearly hinting at him being a bit sadistic, even if surface level.

Also I have to say this, he definitely has a knot. (YOU CANNOT STOP ME I AM A FURRY BITCH *ahem* anyway-) But in order for that to ever come into play he would prepare for several weeks, since I can't imagine him not having a big dick and putting a knot on that sounds painful.

But also I feel like he would only ever do penetrative sex if he's very confident about spending the rest of his life with his partner. Since wolves do have a habit of mating for life.

So it would take awhile to get to that point, and even longer once he's agreed to it since again, prepping you could take a bit.

Another thing I feel I should bring up is him potentially keeping his prosthetics on during sex. It would be the casual ones I've spoken about, but I think he wouldn't take them off for extra leverage and also comfortability (as I feel like in zzz they're most likely advanced enough in tech to where they're pretty comfortable to wear a lot).

Though on the off chance he doesn't have them on you would more likely than not ride him.

Actually speaking on positions, he's definitely a missionary or mating press guy. Maybe would do stuff from behind if he's bending you over a counter or desk.

Though that would only happen when at home, since I highly doubt he would want anyone to walk in on him while in the act.

#zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz von lycaon #von lycaon x reader #von lycaon #pillow talk

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solaiced · 5 months ago

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it’s mating cuffing season!

cw: hybrid geto, mating, geto in heat, breeding, not really sub geto, also slight dub-con, piv, reader is cisfem, and creds to yerchokito for the hybrid ideas (im ur biggest fan)

solace: surprise and happy new year late.

cat!suguru, who you found shivering at a nearby temple. you brought him home, determined to help him, even though he was fighting you every step of the way.

cat!suguru who you loved with every crevice of your heart, knowing he’d eventually love you too.

cat!suguru who slowly gave up trying to ward you off, wrapping his tail around your wrist or ankle whenever he could.

cat!suguru who loves to sleep on your chest and meows until you crack if he doesn’t get to sleep there.

cat!suguru who’s actually a fox. you were wondering why he was growing to be so long, have such pointed ears and such an elongated maw. his tail, once completely bare, had long, shaggy fur now. but it’s weird. shouldn’t foxes be… orange? or white, depending on their region? why was he black?

fox!suguru who will /not/ be taken away no matter what. who cares if he’s a rare breed of fox? no one will get his claws out of your skin. he’ll yowl and cry if anyone other than you holds him.

fox!suguru who hates going to the vet because there’s a fucking snow leopard there who won’t stop pawing him and they get into fights all the time.

fox!suguru who you named purple because of the light reflecting on his fur.

fox!suguru who you discovered was a human when you came out of the shower and discovered a naked man with long black hair, ears and a tail that matched (all three meticulously groomed), a purple collar (with suguru’s name on it, also too tight for his neck) around his throat who was sitting diligently on your bed. where your pet was supposed to be sat at.

“what the fuck.” is all you said, gripping the towel around your body with sheer fear.

“hi.” he shyly waved, half of his hair covering his face, like he was shameful.

so, fox!suguru who turns out to be human!suguru explained his situation (all after calming you down and assuring you he was, in fact, suguru, proving it by telling you that you have a mole under your left asscheek… weird, but he’s the only one who knew as you changed when he was in the room when he was a fox), from the world of sorcerers, to curses, to what made him become a fox.

“so, how did you…become human again?” you asked, now dry but still covering up with your towel.

“i have no idea. maybe because my cursed energy replenished fully, or i felt comfortable… but either way, thank you for taking care of me. you truly didn’t have to.” suguru blushed, looking down at his lap, that you had covered with a pillow.

“i mean, with how loud you were, someone else less patient would’ve killed you, so i had to.” you smirked, leaning toward him, “also, i couldn’t have let you out into the wild, you were too stuck to me.” his tail hit the mattress like he was distressed, and his ears flopped.

“i‘m really, truly sorry,” he whined, facing away from you.

you put your hand on his shoulder, smiling the way you would if he was still… well, a fox.

“it’s fine. it’s not i minded, anyway. i liked the company.” you weren’t lying, you were kinda dying of loneliness.

“i’m glad you did. now, i’ll… leave. thank you for keeping me, feeding me and taking care of me, i guess. i owe you, now.” suguru sighed, turning to you.

“oh, you don’t need to—“

“once i find my phone, you can call me anytime, anywhere and i’ll be there, and i’ll help you.” he was already writing his number on your hand, holding it gently in his.

“oh.” you flushed, blood rushing to your cheeks. it’d been months since a man even touched you with no bad intentions.

“u-um, suguru,” you prompted once he was done.

“yes?”

“why don’t you stay a bit more? i’ll buy you clothes so you can go out without any weird looks.” it would be weird, some random man, naked with weird ears and a tail.

his tail flicked behind him, you learned that that meant he was interested, but his ears twitching compromised that.

“i don’t think i should overstay my welcome—“

“please.” you cut him off, hand in his.

suguru sighed again, nodding. “it would be nice to be lazy a bit more. you’re sure you’re not doing this out of obligation, yes?” you nodded happily, seems the pet distribution system understood the assignment. and gravity hated you.

“your towel.” suguru pointed to your very exposed chest, shameless in his staring.

the next day, you went out and bought him clothes, cooked for him, and pampered him the way you would an actual pet, which he complained about.

“please, i can do this myself, i don’t want to impose on you.” suguru leaned down, face to face with you.

you flushed, smiling nervously, “i just want you to be comfortable.”

“i know, thank you. but please, let me do one thing in the house so i can repay you.” his ears flopped, and it was so cute you had to touch them, rub them and scratch behind. just like before. he moaned, knees buckling like he was literally liquifying.

you gasped at the sound, and suguru pulled away abruptly, straightening.

“no, wait, come back, your ears are fluffy.” you reached up, on your tippy toes, yet you couldn’t reach them.

“no, this… this was a mistake. i need to go.” he scrambled away, tail wrapped around his own thigh.

“sugu…” you huffed, wrapping a hand around his wrist to stop him. “please stay. i’m really lonely, y’know?” looking down in shame, you knew he might not even bat an eye at your ‘problem’.

“i…” suguru started, faltering when he sees the look in your eye. “it’s not like the jujutsu society will accept me back.” he muttered lowly as he exhales.

“um… what?” you’re confused, rightfully, but… what the hell is he talking about?

“nothing. if… if it doesn’t bother you… may i stay until further notice?” he looked embarrassed while he talked, but you’re very happy that he agreed.

“yes! please stay!” you excitedly jumped into his arms and hug him tightly.

“woah..!” suguru stumbles backwards but manages to catch you, automatically wrapping an arm around you and putting his left one under your ass.

you dropped down, managing a nervous chuckle.

“sorry, got a little too excited.” you apologized shyly.

“it’s fine. it’s been a long time since i even had a hug.” he smiled, and you realize, he still looks like a fox with it.

and that’s how you got a roommate. suguru has been here for about two months and you’ve never been so happy for days upon days consecutively. you celebrated christmas and new years together, drinking the worried away happily.

you’re now laying on the couch, lounging around, waiting for suguru to return home from the grocery store. your eyelids feel heavy, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep, snuggled up in his sweater. even though it was mid-january, it was still chilly enough to wear two layers under a blanket.

“i’m home.” suguru’s tired and breathy voice pierced through your sleepy haze.

“welcome home…” you yawn, stretching and flicking the blanket off of you.

his eyes zero in on his sweater, narrowing.

“did you get everything?” you get up, oblivious to the stare.

he takes off his bonnet and frees his twitching ears. he lifts his sweater after taking off his coat, revealing a tiny teensy bit of skin to let his tail loose. “yeah. but the usual brand of milk we get was out of stock so i bought the other one, hope that’s okay.”

“oh no, yeah it’s fine. c’mere.” with your hands outstretched behind you, you bend backwards over the couch’s back rest and make grabby hands at him.

suguru walks toward you, waist fitting your hand perfectly as he leans on the couch.

you flip over, facing him correctly, “i wish there was a way to hide your ears and tail when you go out. because these,” you rub the tips, causing him close his eyes in satisfaction, “are for me to see. only me, okay?” you joke, scratching behind the fluff.

“mhm…” he pushes his head in your hands, almost purring.

later, when both of your bellies were full and the tv show you watch every week comes on, suguru lays his head on top of your lap, enjoying the attention you gave to his furry parts.

he laughed tiredly at one of the jokes while your hands carded through his silky hair.

“what do you wanna do tomorrow?” you detangle a knot with gentle fingers as you ask him.

“i don’t know.” he shrugs, then looks up at you. “how about we just stay in? i don’t think i’ll feel energetic enough.” you chuckled.

“energy? who’s that?” and suguru chuckled back, squeezing your thigh.

“so, stay in tomorrow?”

“let’s stay in.”

you kept your word, sleeping until the late hours of the afternoon. but when you woke up and went to kitchen, you didn’t see suguru. weird, considering he wakes up very early naturally. so, you head to his room, knocking softly, in case he was still sleeping, but you still wanted to see if he was home.

a low groan answers your knock.

“you okay, sugu?” the nickname rolls off your tongue easily, like you were addressing an old friend.

however, instead of answering, suguru just throws something against the door, making you yelp.

“suguru?” you open the door with great effort, and, much to your surprise, it wasn’t an object that hit the door. no, it was far worse. it was suguru himself.

“oh god, suguru, what happened—?!” the mass that once was your roommate leaps onto you, sending you tumbling on the bedroom floor.

suguru’s hair tickles your face as he scans it with dilated pupils. he looked bloodthirsty, teeth sharp, shown by his open mouth.

“you’re finally here. i need… i need you. now.” he growls, hot breath hitting your face.

“what are you talking about— suguru!” you yell when he drags you to his bed, throwing you like a rag doll, like you weighed nothing, bouncing on the mattress.

“need…” he pauses to pant like he just ran a marathon. “need to mate.” mate?! is he going insane?!

“w-what do you mean ‘mate’? are you okay?” you ask again, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. gosh, it was burning. “i think you have a fever, sugu—“

he cuts you off with his explicit behavior, biting your wrist.

“suguru, what are you doing?” you sigh, figuring he was just pranking you.

suguru doesn’t respond, only rips, yes rips your shirt in half. and, knowing you didn’t wear bras to sleep, attacked your nipples until they hardened.

“suguru!” you should push him off. you seriously should. this isn’t appropriate.

who says you can’t fuck your roommate?

certainly not you. suguru is on top of you, suckling on your nipples like a newborn, humping your thigh like an animal. well, he is an animal, but this is basically your wet dreams, intensified by a thousand. and it wasn’t a dream.

“i need you.” he huffs on the hickey he created, sending shivers down your spine. “want you…” suguru trails his clawed fingers down your navel, stopping where your pants met your skin and pulling them down to press down on your panty-clad pussy. “here.”

your cheeks heat up, hands grasping at the sheets, “don’t just say that…”

“but it’s true. and i can feel you throbbing. you want it too, right? please tell me you do.” his rough tongue flattens against your core, and you could feel it dragging through the fabric.

“sugu—!” you push his head away reflexively when he reached your clit, making you jerk. he groans, forcing his face back in between your legs.

“don’t. you can’t take me without this.” he doesn’t waste time, shoving his mouth onto your pussy and slobbering all over it, even going so far as to nibble on your cute clit.

you mewl, back flopping against the mattress as suguru ate you out like his life depended on it, and he didn’t hold back. he inserted two fingers inside of you, curling them, pulling and pushing and making a disgusting ‘squelch’ sound each time his calloused fingertips left your slightly agape pussy.

once he deemed it prepped enough, he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit to gather the slick, straightening to undo his embarrassingly tight pants.

“that’s not gonna fit.” you back up against the wall fearfully, with reason, because the monster he pulled out was terrifying. did the curse make his cock bigger or something? that’s inhumane!

“i prepped you. it will.” suguru puts his hands over your knees and spreads your legs, kissing your entrance with his tip.

“um—“ you were already losing your mind with it all, unable to form coherent sentences as you grab his shoulder. “be gentle. i swear i’m gonna tear if you don’t go slowly.”

“don’t worry. i’m not a monster.” or maybe he was, pushing into your pussy so fast you almost didn’t feel the pain. almost.

“SUGURU!” you claw at his forearms, writhing in his arms.

“i- i’m sorry—“ he curses, tongue lolling out to lick your neck apologetically. “i c-can’t… control m-myself— oh-fuck!” your dearest roommate, who you have cared for for more than 3 months, was turning out to be the most vile dick you’ve ever had in your life.

suguru trembles as he holds your waist like it was his lifeline, pushing deeper and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. not that he was small, but because he reached a point in your cunt where he could not go deeper.

he growls to himself, thrusting in and making you yelp in pain.

“suguru, be careful, it’s sensitive.” you warn with your fingers in his hair.

“i need to go deeper if i wanna breed you correctly.” the dark haired man snaps, his thumb spreading your folds that were already bulging around his thick length.

“what? oh, no, no, no—you are not breeding me. what am i? breeding stock? don’t fucking—“ suguru cuts you off with a kiss, rubbing your clit as he pulls out achingly slowly. you were already so close to cumming even after the mind blowing one he had just given you, legs twitching around his waist.

he tuts, hands under your knees to push them against your chest and presenting your cunt to him. “much better. maybe i’ll even go deeper.” you try to protest but he’s right, you realize that because when he sinks inside of your dewy pussy, you can feel all of him. and it’s evident that he feels all of you, too, letting out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard, right in your ear. you might’ve gotten just a bit wetter at that sound.

“o-oh my—“ suguru gasps, finally thrusting the last inch into your warmness.

you’re struggling to breathe yourself, nails dragging his skin red for the nth time. at this point, people would ask him if he had a cat instead of you.

“thank you—thankyouthankyouthankyou—“ he babbles, roughly licking your jaw and chin as an attempt to kiss you. “you feel so good— i don’t know how i’ll live without you, please-“ you don’t know what he’s pleading for, but his tone had you in a chokehold and you’d do anything for him right now.

“please let me knock you up, please— i need it, i’ll die, i swear i’ll be good for you.” oh, it’s so dangerous. his whines combined with his strokes made your brain mushy and your thought incoherent. you would give in sooner than you thought you would.

“f-fuck, cum inside—“ you moan, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. and suguru is gone. he’s gone and a mindless, pussy drunk version of him has replaced him.

he plants his hands on the mattress and smacks his hips into you, balls slapping your asscheeks in a resounding plap!

he can’t control his eyes, rolling to the back of his skull as he bites his lip to keep his whimpers in check. but it was so hard, the way your walls clung to his cock, the wetness, the way—

“fuck!” suguru bites your shoulder, breaking skin as he paints your cunt white from the inside out. you wince at the bite, gritting your teeth.

your roommate comes back to his senses after a minute, panicking for all the wrong reasons.

“wha-what’s wrong?” you ask, trying to gain his frantic attention.

“it’s leaking.” he brings his fingers to your pussy and pulls out, scooping up the cum that was expelled by your walls spasming and stuffing it back in.

“are you serious? get off me.” you don’t know why you’re irritated, but you’re all wet, sweaty, and you smell like sex. unless he wants a second round, you don’t want to stay dirty like this.

suguru’s ears flop, he looks so pathetic, you don’t know what to do.

“what’s wrong with you?” you finally ask. why is he acting so needy?

“i don’t know.” he grumbles, cuddling up to your chest.

“agh, don’t hug me, i’m dirty!” you try to gently push him away but he’s stronger than you, caging you in his arms.

“i don’t care. let’s make more babies. we need to be sure—“

“we are not making children. i don’t know why you suddenly want to fuck so bad, but keep it down. i need to shower.” you order firmly, after all, an owner needs to be nice but not lenient… right?

“babies.” suguru pins you down on the bed, spreading your legs like he owned your body.

“suguru.” you shut your thighs. “no round two. i’m sore.”

“but… we need to make sure it takes. plus, you didn’t cum.” he makes a point. but that doesn’t mean you want to have children. even if you have a not so obvious crush on him.

“you made me cum once already.” you remind him, patting his head and rubbing his ears the way he adores. the man just purrs and leans into your touch just like he did before he turned back human.

“but—“

“but no. get off me. i’m serious.” he pouts uncharacteristically and rolls off of you to sulk.

smiling, you kiss his shoulder and saunter to the shower, pleasurably sore in all the right places. it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked well.

after showering (and cleaning out your pussy, unfortunately you would have to take a plan b since your roommate/situationship/whatever the hell you were didn’t use a condom), you cover up with a fluffy towel and see suguru on his bed, jerking off.

…jerking off?!

“oh—! i’m so sorry!” you jump back and hide your gaze. you would forever have the image of his pink veiny cock in his hand, but for his dignity you didn’t watch.

“what’s the- the matter? i told you… i needed a round two. i’m not satisfied.” his tail quivers underneath him.

“are you in heat, you dog?” you lightheartedly joke, mouth already watering at the sight. but you can’t give in yet.

“yeah. mating season. aren’t you supposed to help me, master?” suguru breathes as his hand blurs from how fast he jerked himself off, the precum beading at the tip along with your shared juices being used as a lube.

this is going to be a long night.

#jjk #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #solace's works #jjk suguru #jujutsu suguru #getou suguru x y/n #suguru x you #suguru geto #suguru geto smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru

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funfettifrills · 1 year ago

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♣️; caregiver! husk x kid/agere! reader [headcanons]

[all platonic] + my inbox is open for reqs!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪husk is canonically good with kids!! He would be great at taking care of you !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ initially, husk keeps up his grumpy self around you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but you find yourself enjoying being around him, to you he's a silly little kitty !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ he notices you will sit by him or stay in the same room as him, and he doesn't mind at all

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ at first you're a bit shy, but he tries initiating conversations with you and you happily speak to him a bunch!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Once your wall of shyness is broken down, you'll find yourself sitting at the bar and info dumping to him about things you like or just your day in general

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He doesn't say much, but he always listens with a small smile on his face while he tends to his bartending tasks

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he has a huge soft spot for you, that he'd deny at first but everyone else at the hotel would clearly notice it

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you go out, he starts going with you. He really wants you to be safe, even if you're in hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since you obviously wouldn't be drinking any alcohol, husk starts keeping things like juice at the bar just for you!! He even gets sippy cups !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even though he doesn't enjoy being a cat, you can't help but call him "kitty."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Sometimes, when you want his attention, you'll babble a bit and call out "kitty!"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if anyone else would call him kitty, he would be sooo livid

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but he loves you and knows you mean no harm, he finds it endearing!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪his default nicknames for you are just 'kid' or 'kiddo'

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he lets you play with his tail !! He just sits nonchalantly as you do it, and the others in the hotel watch in awe over how comfortable Husk is with you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even if he has a soft spot for you, he's still husk so he's a very patient caregiver but also very stern when he needs to be

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if you get bratty or fussy, he won't hesitate to get you to behave, and he's very effective at it while not being tooooo harsh

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since he loves sleeping, when it's nap time he'll join you sometimes!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he's very comfy to snuggle with cause his fur is surprisingly soft

♡ʚ⁺˖↪as you two sleep, he holds you so gently

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He purrs during these naps too and its silly to feel the vibrations

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you'd be overwhelmed and in tears, he had struggled to deal with it at first because he was intimidated

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Over time, he had learned how to handle those moments with ease and will hold you in his lap as you regulate yourself

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Depending on the severity of your emotions, he'll start doing magic tricks to distract you, and it's effective for calming you down

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he struggles with low self-esteem, so he questions whether he's good enough to be taking care of you (he is much more than good enough!!)

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you're happiest and comfiest with him, sometimes you cling onto his legs as he does random tasks and he just goes on as normal

♡ʚ⁺˖↪before he had gotten onto better terms with Angel, he'd tried to keep you away from him

♡ʚ⁺˖↪But afterward, you become close with Angel as well, and he thinks you're the cutest ever !!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you and Angel sit at the bar, with you in his lap, and have silly conversations with Husk

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Angel goes insane hearing you get to freely call Husk "kitty"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ And Angel teases Husk over how soft he's gotten for you, Husk gets embarrassed in response

"Ya' let the kid call you 'kitty?' Why can't I do that too?"

"You are a GROWN man. There's no reason for you to call me that."

"You're just turning into a big softie, ya know?"

"..."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪don't even get me started on how adamant Husk would be to keep you away from Alastor

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but Alastor does find a way to get your attention, much to Husk's dismay...

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he'll find Alastor playing you, and you giggling along, which leaves Husk horrified

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he is really dedicated to keeping you safe from anything that'd cause you harm!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪and he truly wants you to be redeemed, he knows you don't deserve to be in Hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪overall, he adores you a bunch and would probably kill for you!!!!!!

#may be a little ooc for the sake of being cute..#age regression #agere #age regressor #agere caregiver #hazbin hotel #headcanon #headcanons #husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #platonic #angel dust #alastor

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moonsaver · 8 months ago

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any thoughts on jiaoqiu? maybe yan!jiaoqiu as well?

Ive already written about 2 or so works on yan!jiaoqiu but having more doesn't hurt.

To be fair, all of my thoughts should be taken with a grain of salt - that salt being the fact i have no knowledge whatsoever of the actual canon events that are going on right now. The entire Xianshou loufu or whatever gameplay i watched on youtube was in a fever haze and i ought to maintain that streak.

As for yan!jiaoqiu,

I feel like he's definitely a bit vindictive, and very manipulative. He'll rarely use physical strength.

Hes the kind that guilt trips, love bombs, then gaslights only to pull away and ghost you once both of you are deep into a relationship. If you two have an argument, most likely it's because Jiaoqiu provokes it, and then leaves "sulking", acting like you touched a very sensitive spot. He'll be sure to wring it out, acting like he "doesnt want to talk about it" to anyone close that asks. He disappears and leaves the others to question and bombard you, instead.

He probably acts "helpless" towards you, so it seems like you're in perfect control because.. well, how could you not be? Your lover is quite lucky to meet someone like you who hasn't taken advantage of him or his kind nature. Surely you don't think it's possible for him to make you stay in the relationship?

His love is quite smothering, though. Constantly leaves fur from his tail on you somewhere, and if you get annoyed, he'll act like he's in low spirits about it. He'll love feeding you, and actually acts somewhat better when it comes to your diet - including all necessary food items you need to eat,and doesn't shy away from indulging you from time to time. If you eat anything without his permission though.. he gets very huffy about it, almost stupidly so.

He has a habit of "biting" you, as a form of affection. Sometimes, he bites you a little harder than normal, saying it's just cuteness aggression, but it's most likely his own stress from the fear of you leaving him. It's like the kind of "pride" someone has when they finally let go of things, but only after there's claw marks on it.

Speaking of, yan!Jiaoqiu actually is very insecure of you leaving him, even for a few days. He constantly has to know where you are, and might even involve Moze into the mix - using his own inability to keep an eye on you as a sort of "leash" over him. He wears a loving and easy smile around you, but whenever you aren't present, he looks like he's about to suck the entire nailbed off of his fingers. He gets so extremely worried about what you're thinking or how close you are to leaving him (especially even without a word, or a simple text), that it acts as a the main root of why exactly he provokes you.

Usually after arguments settle down, he spoils you, and again, lovebombs you. He really is terrified, but he'd rather have you think it's an act than actually know he is. That way he always has some "upper hand" even without your knowledge. In the meantime, he takes the best care of you he can – makes lovely meals for you, takes care of you if you're sick (without any spiking), praises you often and generally acts like a normal, healthy lover with you. All that until.. his insecurity spikes up again and he has to start an argument.

If you do leave - he won't give you an emotional reaction, or rather he believes he is rightfully refusing you the privilege of it. He'll stay quiet for a long, long, time. In the middle of it, he disappears again, but doesn't come back from simple reasoning. He doesn't just want you back, he wants you begging for him, for his affections, for him to just return. His circle of friends might even influence you strongly to return to him and persuade him before he does anything foolish, especially for someone who has already been through so much. Why do you act so harshly towards a poor man like that? All of the pressure cracks down on you and leaves you begging him.

Anyways, depending on how "compliant" you are towards him, he's actually a healthy lover the more you can deal with him. You may even have a chance to "reform" him – if you can deal with the massive amounts of insecurity and self-sabotage. Just try not to spiral down with him in the process.

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blackknight-kai · 6 months ago

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Hi I read your yandere HCS of both monkeys and I love reading it ! Would it be ok if I ask would the monkeys treat reader differently if she was human , a celestial deity/ being , or a demon (could be moth , a monkey or a lioness herself ?)

love to hear your thoughts please (if you wanna go dark ; go for it XD )

(sorry if request are close ; my phone wasn’t showing me if request are open or close) 💗 hope your doing ok !

Ooo okay!

So I think this could go a lot of different ways but I’ll narrow my thoughts down a bit.

Regardless of WHAT you are, I think he’s going to have to learn to trust you. He’s gone through a lot (both DO/Wukong). So while he may get along with you or be interested he’s going to have to learn to trust you deeply. Some races more than others.

And it might take him a while to figure out how exactly to treat you, bear with him because he’s trying. But I think this is going to the the biggest factor for him in regards to treatment of you, his trust with you and the circumstances you meet him in/how you treat him too etc.

In General:

I of course think he’d treat you differently depending on WHAT you are specifically in regards to holding back his strength or does he fight you / you fight him. As well as, do you have fur????? A tail? Because some physical actions might be different towards you based on those things. Like tails might intertwine or maybe yours is less sensitive than his etc, or do you have wings? Or other physical attributes that he’d have to account for.

BUT I also think he’d treat you differently based on your personal preference TO A POINT. Meaning, he’s going to factor in your likes and dislikes but will always know your limits (especially after he learns to trust you) and boundaries, he won’t push past those unless given explicit permission - granted he might test the boundaries here and there until he figures out where you stand.

And his basic personality characteristics don’t necessarily change. Example: He is still a trickster and will play pranks at your expense.

For humans, I think he’d be the most delicate with them in terms of using his strength be it during spicy time, cuddle time, or even sparring. While humans are resilient we aren’t that strong especially compared to him. So he’d have to temper himself. Granted, if his human lover wanted a little rougher treatment during spicy time I don’t think he’d be opposed to it but would temper himself accordingly.

Of course it depends on how any one person sees their reader/OC! So keep that in mind 😊

For demons / celestials I think this opens up a lot of room for interpretation. Because depending one WHAT you are your strength and tolerances vary. And I think he’d absolutely adjust to it. He may not HAVE to be as delicate in general but might be if it’s your preference. If you can spar or fight with him he’d be delighted - he would love having a playmate that can relatively keep up with him or keep him on his toes (not that a human couldn’t catch him off guard but unless they have some super cool magic etc they won’t always keep up).

In regards to grooming - he’d of course want you to help groom him. As for grooming you, he’s absolutely gonna do it regardless of what you are. But as I mentioned certain things may be a little different if you have fur vs no fur. He will learn what you like or what needs to be done for your hair/fur. He will want to be an expert so you come to HIM for grooming needs. Stuff like scales, fur, wool, skin, whatever - he’s going to want to learn so he can help you with whatever you need.

Plus, I think cultural differences can come into play. There may be certain things he doesn’t understand about you and would need to be educated on them and same for you him. But he’d definitely make it work and make compromises - sometimes might take some patience here. He is stubborn.

Regardless of who his mate is, I do feel like he’d be extra caring of them. Sure some he can physically be tougher with but I feel like he’s going to be caring and soft for them and only them too. Sometimes it may be more physical in nature- comforting tail stuff like holding tails together or making sure he doesn’t hurt your wings. Or holding hands and curling his tail around your waist.

Other factors like - Do you go into Heat/Rut? Those could be questions to consider that he would have to deal with. I feel like if you DID have that, it could make it fun because Monkey has a LOT of stamina so he’d keep up. He’s also tend to your basic needs like food and water or replacing clothes/bedding etc.

He is a protector, so this means no matter what race you are he’s going to always fill that role. Granted, he’s going to learn your limits. So if you’re not a fighter? He’s going to do the brunt of protecting and fighting. If you are a race that can fight or likes to, he’s going to let you take control of yourself to a point. Because he wants to see YOU defend yourself and be confident of course! But at the end of the day he’s going to step in when he’s needed (and at times when he’s not because that’s him).

I don’t think he’s going to treat anyone better or worse depending on a race after falling in love with them. It just shifts based on how much of HIM you can handle physically and abilities etc etc. As I mentioned above he’d take time to trust someone and depending on who you are or where you come from it may take him longer.

That said….

Yandere and or Darker thoughts below.

I do HC him (both of them) as dominant in this aspect. So yeah, he’d absolutely treat you differently based on a race here. He might be meaner or more standoffish OR he might reel you in just to get you to trust HIM based on WHAT you are and the circumstances surrounding you, this way he can sus you out easier in case YOU are trying to trick him. If you’re a monkey he knows he wields power and influence over you pretty easily, he is the Monkey King…. But another demon race or even a celestial? He might not be super pleasant at first, even to humans. (If it’s not yandere, he may just be an absolute dick/asshole). Might come off uncaring or untrusting until he figures you out to a degree.

He likes things HIS way. Deciding your his well…hopefully you want him too 💀. But in general especially depending on WHEN you meet him he might be meaner or a bit more cruel before he softens up for you. Something about you pulls his attention though and he keeps finding himself near you. Even if he’s being a jerk - he might let you struggle before helping you (until he truly falls for you).

If you’re thinking along the lines of “Court napping” he’d see some races as more of a challenge than others. Humans? Not that bad. Probably fun to scare and ‘hunt’. Demons/Celestials? Probably going to give him a challenge one way or another and he’d thrive on that. Regardless of which, he’s going to assert himself over them one way or another and they will be his.

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cryptid-paint · 5 months ago

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Jayvik dog au! More under the cut!

Puppyhood:

Jayce:

-Jayce was a very spoiled pupper. He was probably born on a small but successful local farm, he's the only puppy of Ximena (the family who owned the farm's Bernese mountain dog) and their neighbors newfoundland

-despite growing up with dobermans, at age 12 Cait wanted a dog of her own, one that she could fully take care of. Her mother insisted they already had dogs but Caitlyn complained that while loving and fun the dobbies had been trained as protection and hunting dogs and she just wanted a puppy of her own to play with since she had no siblings. In fact she insisted so much that eventually they adopted Jayce for Cait's 12th birthday.

-jayce, as any dog that lives on the kiramman household received top tier level training and knows how to behave like the perfect dog if the kirammans are hosting a gala. But when the guests are away. Jayce inmediately vacuums all the little crumbs of food that may have fallen to the ground and doesn't minds when attendees pamper him by giving him fancy cheese cubes, no one resists his puppy eyes and he knows it.

-cait on the other hand absolutely spoils him, she lets him jump into her bed at bedtime while her dad reads her a bedtime story and she hugs her pupper. Jayce ofc is those kind of massive dogs who aren't aware of their size and love to cuddle so oftenly he ends up pushing Cait off the bed due to his size.

-overall he's very sweet and Cait makes sure his fur is always well brushed. His main fears are the vacuum cleaner, squirrels, cats, ice cubes and little dogs

Viktor:

-Viktor was separed from his mom and litter mates when he was found on the street by Singed. He managed to capture Viktor as his siblings and mom ran away. He tried to follow after them, but after tripping under some rocks, he injured his leg and singed catched him.

-Vik's leg was amputated at Singed's lab and he was going to be used to tests drugs and medicines like other animals singed had in the lab. As a puppy, Viktor's only comfort was the axolotl named rio, who he could see from his cage since Rio's tank was right in front.

-Singed's daughter, Orianna, was the one that, after witnessing Rio's passing, decided to help the rest of the animals and help them escape. Starting with Viktor.

-Once Vik had ran away far enough by following a small stream, he was found by Sky. The girl inmediately noticed his poor state and brought him to Benzo's animal shelter where Benzo and Ekko nursed him back to health. He was adopted a couple weeks later when he was around 2 months and a half by Vander and his family.

Adulthood:

Jayce:

-as they grew up together, Cait considers Jayce as more than just her dog. To her he's also a brotherly figure and someone to confide in. After becoming an enforcer, Caitlyn developed an anxiety disorder due to the things she had to endure as one. She quickly grew tired of her job and decided she wanted nothing to do with it. So she retired and now hosts a recreational shooting school where she teaches the proper use and safety of firearms. Throughout all of this process, Jayce became a huge emotional support por Caitlyn. And she refuses to go anywhere without him.

-Caitlyn now volunteers as a dog trainer in her free time at Benzo's shelter and also goes on patrol to see if she can find any other animals that need help.

Viktor:

-Once adopted by Vander + family, he was inmediately showered by all the love in the world. He tends to sleep by the rustic fireplace, resting by either Vander's or Silco's feet, depending on who's sitting on the old couch by the fireplace to Begin with lmao.

-he gets alright with Claggor and doesn't mind his company either. Milo on the other hand...swears Viktor must have been a shark on a previous life because the small dog has taking to the habit of chasing him and bitting his ankles.

-Vi, Jinx and the most recent family member, Isha are his favorites. He follows the around making sure the three of them are safe. He takes turns to cuddle with each one of them at nightime.

-Vi is usually the one in charge of walking and bathing Viktor, Isha feeds him and Jinx makes him all the cute little doggy sweaters in the world. She's also working with Ekko to build Viktor a doggy wheelchair and a prosthetic leg for him

-Vi and Jinx also Volunteer at Benzo's shelter. Jinx is in charge of giving the new animals a makeover (bath + haircut) and Vi takes the dogs for their daily walks. (That's how she and Cait meet)

-viktor was a bit hesitant about Jayce at first. And Jayce was a bit scared of Viktor although they quickly developed a bond and you can see them both together or following eachother all the time.

-Cait helped Vi to train Viktor and desensitize him to triggers he has due to puppyhood trauma.

-All the girls like to joke around that Jayce and Viktor must be in love or something because they're like Velcro dogs to each other. You can't separate them or Jayce will whine all the way back home and look sad until it's time to go see Viktor again.

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boosnotes · 3 months ago

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Would you love me if I was a squid?

Shadow x reader

Genre: fluff/comfort Warnings: none A/n: doom morph shadow lives in my mind rent free, if the theory that the next arc of idw is about shadow and the black arm, I'm gonna shit myself so bad.

"would you love me if I was a squid?" Were the first words said after hours of silence, your eyes widened back open, the planned sleep long forgotten now that your mind was occupied processing that stupid question. You turned around to look at him, knowing there wouldn't be much of a difference; even so, the sincere look in his eyes made your bewilderment deeper; this was the last thing you thought coming out from his mouth, ever.

"Ummm... What?" You weren't able to soften up your answer;

it was too late to be in a socially acceptable mode, and the filter was not even in your head at the moment. It was strange of him to fuck up a saying or joke; he somehow always knew how it went when you messed one up, not wasting any time correcting you with a smirk. You felt his hands dig into your skin, quietly enough to not hurt, merely enough that make you notice his sharp claws on you; he told you silently he was nervous. Just as he was about to repeat the question, you interrupted him. "You do know that's not how it goes, right?"

Now he was the one confused, his eyebrows furrowed as he faintly spoke. "I don't know what you are talking about." You were waiting for the punchline, he was shit at making jokes, but despite that, you still loved him, a bit less, yet enough to be together. Hence, you stared at him blankly, nothing behind your eyes; you wanted to sleep, and you also felt bad for him; it was one of those times he didn't know how to express himself, probably.

Yet another silence sank, the relaxing mood was out of the window, replaced by the bamboozlement of you both. He let out an annoyed unsteady sigh, releasing some of the nerving feelings he had inside, not comfortable confronting you with something he hated the most about himself. He just whispered in an almost inaudible tone. "Just... Answer, please..."

"I would prefer it if you were an octopus." you wholeheartedly answered, squids kinds suck, though he'd find a way to make it cool. All this was out of the comfort zone of both of you, it made it all weird and uncomfortable; you didn't know what to make out of these questions that were so un-him; he, on the other hand, was still dealing with the recent acquirement of these new powers, the fact they depended on Black Doom scared him, especially for your well being, it meant that he was still inside of him and could come out and hurt you any moment.

"I'm being serious right now." he frowned, hurt from not being taken seriously; it took him a lot of time to open up, now are you going to let him down? After all this time? He was getting disappointed in you, he believed you'd flow with him as you always did, get him instantly. Was this the wrong time? They said at night is when people are most truthful from the tiredness.

"Are you..?" Your heart broke at his timid nod, his eyes softened as he look away; you had fucked up, you had to do better, you cannot be a bitch with him in this state. You gently placed your warm hand against his cold cheek and made him look back at you, your expression had completely changed towards a more affectionate one, encouraging him to talk more.

"What about a starfish?" He gingerly spoke, just like a turtle coming out of its shell after being scared into it. The questions were still in that weird line of thought, even though you didn't have the luxury to tease him anymore, you were too deep into his heart to punch it once more.

"Yeah, starfish are cooler... What's the point of this?" You were still confused by all this sea-life talk; you don't even think he's ever been to a beach, maybe you should take him one day. Your fingers formed circles against his cheek, making sure to go under the muzzle fur. The atmosphere changed from the uneasy one to a more caring one, still delicate despite the newfound openness from the two of you; it was tricky like walking on a glass floor, any wrong movement making it possible to break and fall into the void, but you choose to walk it nonetheless, with him.

"I recently learned that my... original form isn't this one..." he muttered, his body language telling you he was getting more relaxed, opening little by little like a flower blooming in spring. And so you took in every image he demonstrated, studying all his movements at the last moment for the most important test of your life.

"You choose to be a hedgehog?" Your curiosity had picked up with that comment; now everything was slowly connecting, and the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into the right places as important ones appeared. Shadow's demeanor had calmed down, seeing you weren't being judgemental yet, but there was always that possibility the more he told you. He tried to find the best words to not scare you away, settling with going little by little, and the things you didn't ask, were going to be for a future talk if there was one.

"Gerald chose for me." He never understood why a hedgehog, but compared to the prototype of a giant lizard, he was glad he could function independently. He knew that was an idea entirely from Gerald Robotnik, Black Doom never seemed to have connections with any hedgehog, or at least from what he knew. Some things were still out of his reach, another mission to get that information started bubbling in the back of his mind.

"What would you be if you could choose?" You wandered the conversation away a bit, leaving some space for mindless talking with an attempt of soothing, even if it's just for a little bit. He hummed in contemplation, never had he thought of being anything other than what had been chosen for him, his job was being the ultimate life form after all.

"A cat." He confessed shyly, it felt so foreign to think about what ifs, he was used to, but it didn't involve so meaningless. He had a strange fascination with them, and the ones he met brought him respect. He didn't interact with Blaze a lot, she was friends with Sonic and indulged him a little too often in his requests for his taste, despite fighting him in the past just like him; apart from that she was a respectable being; Big had this aura of tranquility around him, only caring about his closest friend, Froggy; he did everything to make him still be by his side and succeeded; Also, somehow he put one of his rare smiles on his face, something only you did.

"I'd adore you as a cat." You smile with warmth, finding the idea of Shadow as a cat adorable. You never thought about it, but he did act like one, hissing at everyone who tried getting near him without wanting to and never letting go of the ones he liked while also not showing them directly. "So... you are a fish?"

"Black Arms' original form is Starfish-like creatures, but my powers inherited from him gave me other options..." His tone was shameful, he talked about it like it wasn't part of him, as an objective fact of another race, yet the doubt that lingered at the end of every sentence betrayed that. It truly wasn't part of him; on his own, he didn't have the power to use those abilities, whereas the now confirmed fact that Black Doom still lingered somewhere deep hidden made it possible. He heard you hum, pondering while not really, not staring at anything in particular, just lost in thought while concentrating on stroking his cheek.

"Then... I'd still love you if you were a squid." Shadows' concerns eased, a big weight lifted from his shoulder, even if it wasn't completely true, he could hold onto this moment. His body slumped down, settling in your chest, simply wanting to feel your heartbeat and nothing else. He murmured a little "thank you" that you were barely able to hear; you patted his head with such compassion, shushing him softly a lovely lullaby to forget all his anxiety, helping him fall into the sweet nothingness of dreams. After some time, you felt him unconsciously making cushions against your chest; you let a soft smile as your eyes shined in admiration. You really loved him if he was a squid or a cat.

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neuvilette-tea-party · 6 months ago

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(Do ignore my ask if this makes you uncomfortable)

I'm OBSESSED with your Steb fics 💜 I already request for another author to make this scenario but Idk how this works and how long it will take sooo - Imagine this, reader is a selkie and was found beached near Steb's patrol area, he used his medical knowledge to aid them.

Now the fun part is, this fishman is a Yandere - he heard of selkies and hid their seal skin and used the excuse of "sorry it was hard to patch you up with it in my way" (I'm thinking of Steb who speaks sign language and reader automatically understands him). Since he's the quiet type no one, not even Caitlyn suspects him or his crimes. You can do whatever you want with the ending if you're comfortable to take my ask 💜

How did you know I wrote Yandere? Can people smell it on me or what 🤣? Sorry for the delay, here's your Yandere Steb anon!

▪──── ⚔ Steb x Gn!reader ⚔ ────▪

Tags : Yandere behavior and tendencies

Steb wipes his hands, turning back to you, sleeping peacefully under the drug influence. He silently observes, entranced by the vision.

You are magnificent... Simply magnificent...

He found you on the shore of Piltover, passed out on the sand, at everyone’s mercy... As a medic, he immediately jumped into action, jumping over the guardrails and sliding down the sand dune to reach you.

No life was yet lost under his care, and he did not intend to start losing some now! He just wished Maddie was here to help, depending on your state he could have needed a second pair of hands for assistance. He kneeled next to your still form, searching for open wounds on your flanks and back before gently rolling you, revealing your face to his gaze.

And that he should not have...

The second he laid eyes on your face he went still like electrocuted, shocked beyond belief.

Was it possible?

Was such perfection truly of this world?

Could so many wonderful features melt into the perfect face? Bringing to life what artists pained to illustrate on canvas and carve into stone? Centuries of artistic research for the most pleasing face are now useless and dated for he found the most beautiful being on Runeterra

In his daze, Steb managed to get a hold of himself and check the rest of your body for possible wounds, leading him to take a weird layer of fur off your hips and legs that he intently detailed, a murmur in his head prompting him that it was important.

And it was...

Memories of old stories flooded back into his mind, his grandpa narrating to him stories of lost sailors to sea succubs...

A Selkie

A seducer from the seas.

Trembling in fear and excitement, he brought the fur to his face and buried his nose in the hair to inhale deeply, letting the notes of salted water and musk invade his lungs so deeply, making his head spin with pure pleasure.

A well-adjusted person would kick you back into the sea or strangle you on the spot. But any person laying eyes on a selkie’s face ceases to be well adjusted, for their will is now bent by the sea creature.

And Steb laid eyes on your face, bringing doom upon himself...

He smiled to himself, a wonder of the sea washed on the shore to grace his life... To illuminate his days and flavor his years.

What miracle, what bliss, what-

“Steb? Are you all right down there?” Maddie’s voice resonated, calling him back brutally to reality.

He looked over his shoulder to see Maddie and Caitlyn, back from their own patrol and ready to finish their shift in their usual cafe.

“Do you need help? Are they okay?” Caitly asked, already hoping over the guardrail to join him.

Steb hastily and modestly covered your naked body with his blue jacket and hid your face with your fur.

He... He cannot let them see! Let them see his pearl, his treasure! They would try to separate you two! To tear you both apart!

They would lie and say it is for your good but they would keep you for themself! He... He must protect you! At all costs! From everyone! Anyone!

He snaked his arm under you and lifted you up bridal style with ease and climbed the dune back under Maddie’s and Caitlyn’s attentive gazes. They rushed to him, already craving you for themself and ready to steal you from him!

He had to maintain his self-control to not sprint away with you secured in his embrace, they would have definitely known what precious package he had.

“Dear gods, are they... dead?” Caitlyn demanded discovering your limp form.

Steb was about to hiss at her to make her back down, but...

He gravely nodded to his superior, stopping her from taking the jacket off your face.

“Oh... That’s why you covered their face... What a tragedy... I am sorry you had to discover them Steb, it is never a nice experience...” She let her hand fall back to her side with a pained expression, “Those waters are so treacherous...”

Steb nodded once again before clearing his throat.

“Of course, Steb. Take them away, you know what to do. I hope we will find their family quickly, the news will not be easy to bring.”

He felt his cheek fins waving uncontrollably before forcing them still. He slightly bowed to his two partners and turned away from them, walking away with his heart in a frenzy.

He did it!

He protected you!

But now he has the entire city to cross and as many dangers...

He will protect you! Until his dying breath!

Steb takes a deep breath and sits down next to you, observing you with delight. Behind him the open fire burns bright, illuminating the room and offering a nice warmth. He immediately locked the door of his house and locked all the shutters. He laid you down on his own bed...

Well, your bed now! You will share it from now on.

He puts his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and just... observes, looks, details, takes in all the magnificence of your appearance, feeling his mouth stretching into a satisfied smile.

Oh, you are just so beautiful... And also so fragile, he will need to watch over you all the time! To keep you safe and sound. So many people rotted to the core run across the city, he cannot let your purity get soiled by evil and ill people!

You must be protected at all costs!

For now, you need to heal! He checked your entire body with great application, he saw no wounds and detected no internal bleeding.

Somehow, someway, you lost consciousness.

Maybe a blood disease? He will run some tests later.

He spins his head toward his door when a soft purr starts to close until... He almost burst out laughing! HE is purring! He is so overjoyed to have met you he forgot himself! But it is also so pleasant to purr without restraint, especially after meeting his true love.

He is sure now, that you are made to be together! Two forever, against everyone else! You will be his treasure and he your shield.

He gently takes your hand and brings it to his lips and tenderly kisses your fingertips reverently. Oh you are so cold, mon amour! You will warm up soon enough! He intertwines your fingers together and admires your two hands locked together.

So simple, so beautiful, a promise... A vow.

His fins wave as you let out a moan, slowly awaking. He tenderly caresses a strand of hair behind your ear as you frown in discomfort, blinking your eyes.

He pushes his chair closer, his heart pumping like a machine, you’re about to lock eyes for the very first time! He... He is not ready! He needs to...! He has to...!

His heart skips several beats when you pour your gaze into his ocean eyes. What a wonderful color... He never saw such a shade in someone’s eyes before, you are incredible! Simply wonderful!

You gasp as you discover Steb, looking at you like a lovebird, your hand locked with his. You harshly take it off in a desperate attempt to protect yourself. Instead of getting mad, Steb keeps smiling, his fins waving like crazy, prey of an intense inner turmoil. He immediately starts signing, explaining how he found you lying on the beach, unconscious and defenseless, and how he immediately rushed to you to help and...

You lose interest in his gibberish and look around the room, illuminated only by the fire, and you... Wince

It smells horrible in here! Like... burnt hair! Like...!

You immediately lift the covers off yourself, searching frantically until Steb grabs your face between his two hands, with a gentle smile and sparkly eyes. You gulp as his third eyelids blink, he appears so pleased.

He gently turns your head toward the fire... And you cannot refrain the scream escaping you.

Your fur! Your fur! Your liberty! Your freedom! Your...

Steb immediately presses you against his tall body in a soothing manner, caressing your hair and kissing the top of your head as he feels your sharp nails digging into the flesh of his arms to let you go.

You struggle in his embrace with sobs and fury, but he doesn’t let go, welcoming your scratches and bites as many delicate and soft caress that he will forever hold close to his heart...

Oh mon coeur... Jamais je ne te laisserais partir, c'est toi et moi jusqu'à la fin...

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schrodinger-swriter · 1 year ago

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Can I Ask for Husks fluff alphabet?

A, C, I, J, K, N, P, Z preatty please?🥺

(I'm sorry I almost hit the limit. I'm obsessed with him😭)

A, C, I, J, K, N, P, and Z for Husk

No need to apologize! If I wanted a smaller limit I would have said so in the original post! Nothing wrong in wanting to get the most out of something C:

I hope you enjoy this, Anon, it was fun playing with Husk's personality in this! He reminds me of a grumpy grandfather.

Confession, I thought for the longest time Husk was a.. well dog. I.. Don't know why I thought that, perhaps it's the face markings and his name being "Husk" (Like Husky) that caused my confusion. For two years after the pilot I was... rather dumb..

What do you mean Husk is 75.

ATTRACTION:

He enjoys those who are more honest with themselves and aren't pushovers. He can hardly stand those in denial. He calls it as he sees it when he's pushed to do so. This is less of an attraction thing, but I feel he would be most compatible with someone he can be real with and can be able to deal with his bluntness. In a way, you keep each other in check.

CUDDLES:

Small and soft, warm too. He's a cat, so it feels like snuggling into a large cat! I don't think he would be too deep into PDA, the most he would be comfortable with doing is quick kisses when someone else is passing by.. usually... more on that later. Though, now that it's mentioned, I don't think he would be too big on physical affection all that much.. now don't get me wrong he loves a good back massage every now and then, but it's going to take him a while to curl up next to you for cuddling. Little spoon.

INJURY:

Would ask you what the hell happened while wrapping your wound.. Goes from scolding you for being a jackass if you just. Threw yourself into danger, but will go on to say you have some guts. Stern when it comes to you taking it easy so you can heal properly... is not phased by any false play ups of your pain, though depending on his mood he might let it pass. For a bit..

If he's the one injured he's stubborn, insisting that it's not that big of a deal. Dresses and cleans it appropriately, all while nursing a bottle of booze. Dismissive when talking about what led to the injury. Might be a little standoffish if you try to take care of him, especially if you come off as trying to baby him.

JEALOUSY:

He deals with his jealousy the same way he deals with all of his other problems. Alcohol. He sees another man chatting you up? Alcohol. Sees you laughing a little too much at some chumps joke? Alcohol. Someone talks brings up how you seem so lively around another person? Alcohol. I think you get the point. However, if it's a case of you being pushed into a situation you don't want to be in, he's going to pick up on your discomfort and drag you away... does not make it seem like you have somewhere else to be, no, he just tells the other person to fuck off as he takes you away. His fur sometimes fluffs up in annoyance. Pulling that pin from the C section, in regards to PDA, he will tug you to his side to further push the effect that you're taken.

KISSES:

Bunny kisses. You know, you two touch noses and nuzzle a bit. He doesn't allow it often, but it is something you two do every now and again. He defaults to kissing you on the mouth, quick pecks usually aren't for him, though... Sometimes leans over the counter of his bar to steal a kiss when no one else is around. This goes for both giving and receiving!

NO:

He can't be with someone who heavily relies on physical touch, it's simply not for him and he can only compromise so much. That's not to say he wouldn't try, because he would. However you can only sacrifice your comfort so much before it becomes a problem, you know? I don't think he would do well with people who complain.. not vent, more so whine about everything. He seems far too irritable to be able to deal with that in his day to day, outside of the bar.

As for actual deal breakers within an established relationship... I think it would have to be a stubborn person. Funny, coming from him since he's stubborn. But Husk appears to still go with the flow of everything, even eventually befriending the rest of the cast. No, when I say stubborn I mean people who can't take their heads out of their asses to see that there's other things to worry about and shit like that. He can only give you so many reality checks before throwing in the towel. Bonus negative points if combined with the complaining thing.

PETNAMES:

Do not call him "Kitten" he might actually be upset by that. On top of that, it's so... basic... predictable. It's not special. No, something that basic wouldn't work on him... and that's not considering the fact he himself isn't too big on petnames. Though.. seeing that he died in the 70s, I enjoy that the thought that he defaults to names from that decade. I believe he would call you "Dollface" or even just "Doll"

It'd take him a while to grow used to the idea of being called anything other than his.. name.. but he looks like a "Pumpkin" or a "Lovey"

.. just don't call him that around Angel, he won't hear the end of it..

ZZZ:

Tends to sleep either sprawled out of curled into a ball. Really it depends, though more often than not he sleeps sprawled out. Doesn't like being held while he sleeps, so cuddling while you guys doze off is off the table. Though, he wouldn't mind you scratching between his ears or shoulder blades sometimes... maybe you'll even hear him purr. Will take a decent amount of time before you get to the "sleeping in the same bed" stage. Old man snores, so good luck with that.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #husk x reader #husk x you #husk imagine #husker x reader #husker x you #husker imagine

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Cuddling w/ various HH characters 1/?

Writing this first part in a rush so if theres more typos and stuff than usual uhuhuh I apologize! Tackling a handful of characters and will do more later! Some hcs may sound familiar, due to me already writing cuddling hcs for fluff alphabet stuff! Not sure who I've already written though and even then I'm writing without rereading old stuff we are living silly

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Pentious, Husk

Notes: reader is GN, can be read as either romantic or platonic. Assume reader is fem for vaggie and masc for angel if reading as romantic

CWs: none

Charlie

Shes very warm! Shes like your personal heater! If you guys are cuddling in her bed you guys are soooooo cozy and comfy, shes got the best bedding! A little shy about some forms of PDA but nuzzling up to her on the couch in the common areas is fine! Loves nestling her head against your shoulder 8/10

Vaggie

On the opposite end, vaggie is very cold physically.. a bit muscular due to her days as a fighter, as well as seemingly keeping up at least a bit since her fall. Tense when cuddling, and let's you take the lead and rest how you want. It's not like she doesnt want to cuddle you shes just.. inexperienced and doesnt know exactly what you want unless you two are very close 6/10 shes got the spirit though!

Alastor

Average body temperature if not a little on the cooler side. Only let's you cuddle with him because you two are close and comfortable with each other. Despite this cuddling isnt a very common occurrence. While not technically cuddling, he will let you rest yourself on his back and shoulders while he sits and works on something. You better feel special, if you were anyone else you would be torn apart 4/10

Angel Dust

Warm soft and cozy thanks to his fluff! Let's you rest your head on his chest- though he ready for him to make a comment or two if you guys are a couple.. his extra arms come in handy with holding someone, so theres a bonus there! Does your hair sometimes when you two are huddled up together though it depends on the mood and the positions 7/10

Pentious

Oh poor.. poor boy... doesnt know where to put his hands- if you two are just friends he doesnt want you to get any wrong ideas. But if you guys are dating he doesnt want to put his hands in the wrong place and make you uncomfortable. His nerves make him a little slimy.. not the best.. cold but does warm up from your own body heat so HOORAY! Hes not going to be freezing for long! Wraps his tail around you if you're comfortable with it, it makes you feel secure.. 6/10

Husk

Soft, thanks to his fur! Sure it's a little.. eeeuugh...in terms of feel.. but maybe you can convince him to take better care of himself. Smells strongly of alcohol so it can be a little overwhelming if you're not used to it. Not much of a cuddler, though. So he doesnt cuddle with anyone often 5.5/10

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𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - XII

Chapter XII: Keep Your Friends Close

. Summary: Despite your brother's insistence, you stubbornly decided to join him and his men in the war. Now, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions? . Pairing: Various x Fem! Reader . Warnings: None for this chapter in specific . Notes: I may or may not have started mapping out a sort of prequel for Eurylochus and mc. I’m not sure if you guys would be interested, but uhhhh yeah!

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Odysseus made his way toward your small group, his confident smile firmly in place. You could tell it was mostly an act, a facade meant to dispel the lingering skepticism of the crew.

"Well, I'm off," He announced, adjusting the sword on his hip. The familiar weight seemed to ground him, offering a small measure of comfort. "Remember what we discussed," He added, turning to Eurylochus with a more serious expression. "I won't be long."

He patted both your shoulder and Polites' in a reassuring gesture, though his gaze lingered on you for a beat longer.

Halfway to the rope bridge connecting the ship to the floating island, you called out to him. "Wait, brother!"

He froze mid-step and turned back, raising a brow in mild exasperation that quickly softened into a deadpan look—one you knew all too well. "You can't join me," He said flatly, anticipating your protest.

"I wasn't going to ask that," You replied quickly.

Odysseus blinked, clearly caught off guard. He had fully expected you to argue. "Oh?"

"I need a favor," You admitted, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. His brow arched skeptically, and you could see him bracing for whatever catch lay in wait.

"...Which is?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"There are rumors that up there on the island," You began, nodding toward the distant landmass, "there are more creatures like our friend—"

"Your friend," He interrupted, but you ignored the jab and continued.

"We've decided it would be best for him to go up there, where he can be safe with his kind, instead of staying here... in danger."

Odysseus' expression softened, his piercing gaze taking on a warmth. He understood the weight behind your words, even if you didn't spell it out.

"I just wanted to know if you'd bring him with you," You finished.

"Of course," He said softly, his voice gentler than before. He glanced down at the lotus eater still clinging to you, its furry little arms wrapped tightly around you. Odysseus extended his hands toward you, awkwardly preparing to take it.

You carefully went to peel the creature away, but it clung tighter, its small claws pricking your skin—not enough to cause real pain, but enough to sting.

"You have to let go, bug," You whispered gently.

"No," It replied in a soft, almost pitiful voice, holding onto you like its life depended on it.

"You'll be fine," You assured it, stroking its fur with care. "There'll be others like you up there. You'll have friends to play with, and we'll come visit. I promise."

Though you doubted it understood your words, your tone seemed to soothe its nerves. Gradually, its grip loosened, and you were able to pull it away. As you handed it to Odysseus, the creature looked up at you with its wide violet eyes, filled with a silent plea that made your chest ache.

Odysseus took it carefully, holding it at arm's length like he wasn't quite sure how to handle the fragile little thing. His lips curved into a small, amused smile.

"You know," He said, glancing between you and the lotus eater, "it reminds me of you."

You blinked at him, confused. "What?"

He chuckled. "When we were kids, you were just like this, always clinging to me. You wouldn't leave my side for anything. Mother had to drag you off kicking and screaming half the time."

Heat crept up your neck at the embarrassing memory. You looked away, feigning interest in the crew members checking the ropes nearby. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," He teased, his smirk widening.

"Everything's ready, Captain!" A crewman called out, cutting through the moment.

Odysseus straightened, his focus shifting back to the task at hand. "I won't be long," He promised, turning to you one last time. "Do you want to say goodbye?"

You hesitated, your chest tightening, but finally nodded. Reaching out, you gently petted the lotus eater's soft fur one last time and it nuzzled into your touch. "I'll miss you, buddy," You whispered.

As you watched your brother pull further away, Polites and Eurylochus stepped to either side of you. Polites gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

"He's going to get us all killed." Eurylochus muttered from your right. His voice was low, defeated, and heavy with exhaustion.

"Well, isn't that a bit dramatic?" You replied, turning to him with a faint, teasing smile. Despite everything, you still believed in your brother. Sure, Odysseus didn't always make the best decisions, but those years training under Athena's guidance had to mean something, didn't they? Even if you held the smallest flicker of resentment for the privilege he was granted, your faith in him remained steadfast.

"It's not dramatic if it's true." Eurylochus shot back, running a hand down his face in frustration. He stepped away from you, retreating to lean against the railing of the ship, his posture tense and his shoulders weighed down by an invisible burden.

You glanced at Polites, and for a moment, your weak smile faltered. You could see the unease mirrored in his eyes. You knew you couldn't let Eurylochus spiral further.

Steeling yourself, you moved to stand beside the taller man, your shoulder brushing against his as you leaned on the railing. At the small gesture, he let out a faint smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes. Still, you knew he offered it only for your sake.

"Hey," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "We'll get home, safe and sound. The Cyclops was just... an unfortunate circumstance, a string of bad luck. But look—we're here now. We found a small place to keep us safe, even if it's just for a little while."

You weren't entirely sure if your words were meant to reassure him or to convince yourself.

"Still..." Eurylochus began, but his voice trailed off as his gaze fixed on the swirling water below.

"Ody will reach a deal with Aeolus," Polites chimed in, stepping up on the other side of Eurylochus. Unlike the two of you, he didn't gaze out at the horizon; instead, he rested his elbows on the railing, his weight leaning into it as if the wooden frame could bear the weight of his hopes and doubts alike. "They'll help us get home."

"With that storm in the way, I doubt we'll make it." Eurylochus replied, his voice flat.

Without thinking, you rested your head on his shoulder and extended a hand for him to take. After a hesitant pause, he grasped it softly, his grip tentative but grounding. You didn't offer more words—sometimes there weren't any left to say. You knew how difficult it was to pull him out of his downward spiral, but for now, you could provide silent reassurance.

The moment stretched out between you in quiet solidarity. Though doubt and fear still bubbled beneath the surface of Eurylochus's mind, your presence, your touch, seemed to steady him. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and his heart, racing moments before, slowed to a calmer rhythm.

For now, the three of you stood together, anchored in each other's presence amidst the uncertainty of the vast sea.

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(Day 1)

When Odysseus returned, it was with a broad grin plastered across his face, a bag strapped to his back, and a flock of peculiar critters trailing closely behind him. He landed on the ship's deck with a heavy thud, the sound drawing every crew member's attention. The men hurriedly gathered around him, eager to uncover the reason behind his unusually cheerful demeanor. Surely, it had to be good news—what else could make their captain so pleased?

You, Polites, and Eurylochus elbowed your way through the throng of curious sailors, determined to get closer to your brother.

Odysseus unstrapped the bag from his shoulders, handling it with a strange mix of reverence and pride. He cradled it as if it were the most fragile artifact in the world, yet his triumphant stance made it clear he saw it as some sort of trophy.

"Captain, what's happening?" Perimedes' voice rose above the sea of murmurs, breaking the unspoken hesitation to address Odysseus directly.

"What's in the bag?" Elpenor chimed in, his curiosity as untamed as his excitement.

The momentary joy in your brother's expression faltered as he realized their questions might lead to trouble. Too much curiosity, he knew, could unravel even the best of plans. "Something dangerous, my friends. We mustn't linger."

The strange creatures that had been following Odysseus finally caught up, their unusual forms drawing your attention. They bore a passing resemblance to the small lotus eater you had befriended, but their differences were striking. Their coats lacked the earthy tones of your companion, replaced by shimmering hues of soft blues and silvers, and their eyes gleamed an unnerving, bright azure.

Most curious of all was how they moved—not quite flying, but floating through the air as though carried by unseen winds. Your lotus eater friend hovered among them, lifted by one of them wearing a goofy, lopsided grin. It warmed your heart to see how easily it'd been accepted into this strange, otherworldly family. Yet something about the critters' innocent smiles felt off, a warning you couldn't quite grasp but wished you had.

"It's treasure!" The floating creatures declared, their high-pitched voices slicing through the air.

That declaration caught everyone's attention. All eyes were on Odysseus now, but the mood had shifted. Most of the crew didn't look pleased. Instead, doubt flickered across their faces. Why would their captain—a king, no less—lie about something as trivial as treasure? Didn't he already have all the riches he could ever need and more?

Some questioned whether the strange creatures could even be trusted. What reason did they have to believe their words? Surely their captain—who had led them through countless trials and never failed them before—wouldn't stoop to keeping treasure for himself, right? He'd never lied to them before. Why start now, especially when they were so close to reaching home?

You, however, had no such doubts. You trusted Odysseus implicitly. You knew in your heart that he would never lie about something so important, and you wouldn't let anyone who dared question that truth off the hook so easily.

"What?" Odysseus' cheerful facade crumbled in an instant, his tone darkening.

As if satisfied with the chaos they had sown, the critters vanished. It happened so quickly you barely had time to blink, their sudden disappearance leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

"Open the bag!"

"Yeah, let's see what's inside!" Perimedes and Elpenor, undeterred by the odd events, pressed on, their excitement undiminished. You couldn't tell if they were genuinely curious or testing Odysseus' patience.

Elpenor leaned in, extending a hand toward the bag as though intending to open it himself.

"No. Do not." Odysseus' voice was sharp as he yanked the bag out of reach. He caught himself a moment later, realizing the effect his outburst had on the crew. Their raised brows and frowning faces reflected their growing unease.

Taking a steadying breath, Odysseus addressed them again, this time with a measured tone. "Listen closely, all of you. See how this bag is sealed tight? That's how it must remain. This bag holds the storm inside. If it opens, we're doomed. We cannot allow the rumor of treasure to spread."

His explanation hung heavy in the air, his words laced with urgency. Slowly, the reluctance on the crew's faces began to shift into hesitant acceptance. None dared openly defy their captain, though doubt lingered in the corners of their eyes.

"We'll try."

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(Day 2)

You inhaled deeply, the salty tang of the ocean air filling your lungs, and exhaled slowly through your mouth. The horizon stretched out before you, an infinite expanse of blues blending seamlessly into the sky. The sunlight glittered on the waves like scattered diamonds, painting a picture so tranquil it almost felt like a dream. You stared at the water's surface, wondering what mysteries lay beneath—what strange creatures roamed the depths, hidden from mortal eyes. You'd long since concluded that you'd never know, but the speculation always brought a spark of wonder to your day.

So far, your journey through the endless sea had been surprisingly pleasant. No storms had risen to test your resolve, just the ceaseless rhythm of the waves and the warm embrace of the sun above.

Odysseus stood beside you, silent and composed. The two of you didn't need words to share these moments; you never had. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet bond forged through years of shared hardship and triumph. These rare peaceful intervals, though fleeting, meant everything.

A yawn escaped your brother's lips, and though you kept your gaze fixed on the horizon, you could feel his exhaustion. He hadn't rested since acquiring the bag of winds. It wasn't unusual for Odysseus to forgo sleep, pouring himself into his duties as if the weight of the world rested solely on his shoulders. But it didn't sit right with you. No one should have to endure that—not even him.

"You really need to sleep." You said at last, turning to face him.

Odysseus glanced at you, the weariness in his eyes betraying his stoic facade. "I can't. Not until we're home."

"Is this about the bag? Do you really think they'd be foolish enough to open it?"

"Don't underestimate them." He replied, his tone flat but firm.

You rolled your eyes and smirked. "Wow, alright, Mister Wise Guy." Playfully, you gave him a light shove, earning a faint smile from him in return. "But seriously, do you want me to watch it while you rest?"

Odysseus hesitated, his expression uncertain.

"It doesn't have to be me," You added, trying to reassure him. "You still have Polites... or Eurylochus. He's your second in command for a reason."

"It's not that I don't trust you," He said softly, almost to himself. "I just... I can't risk it."

"You do realize that sounds a lot like you don't trust us, right?"

Instead of answering, your brother turned his gaze back to the endless sea. His silence spoke volumes.

"What do you think Mother's doing right now?" He asked suddenly, steering the conversation into safer waters.

"Oh, so we're doing this again." You said, folding your arms. "Every time I try to get you to open up, you change the subject. It's okay to be vulnerable, you know. I'm your sister."

Odysseus glanced at you, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Why do you throw yourself into danger so much?"

Your face warmed, and you quickly looked away. "I think she's weaving." You muttered, ignoring his question.

He chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. In moments like these, it was impossible to deny how much alike you were. After a pause, he squinted, clearly mulling over his own answer.

"Well, I think she's... playing with Telemachus!" He decided, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Of course she would be. Do you remember how she reacted when she first saw him? We had to drag her out of the room."

The memory pulled a laugh from Odysseus, one of those rare, unguarded ones. It was contagious, and soon you were laughing too.

"How old is he now?" You asked once your laughter faded. "Ten?"

"Yes." He nodded, his expression softening. "I'm keeping track of every single day that passes. I can't wait to finally get home—to see him and my beautiful Penelope—"

"Beautiful Penelope" You mocked, mimicking his dreamy tone. "By the gods, you're a lost cause."

"I was a lost cause the day I met her." He admitted with a grin.

"I know! I was there!"

He laughed again and reached over to ruffle your hair like he used to when you were children. Not that he ever really stopped, but it still made you feel like you were ten years old again. You batted his hand away, muttering protests as you tried to smooth your hair back into place.

"When we get home... what's the first thing you'll do?" You asked after a moment, your voice quieter.

Odysseus's smile softened. "I'll hug them as hard as I can and never let go again."

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the gentle lapping of the waves against the ship. These were the moments you cherished most—the calm before the inevitable storm.

Odysseus's expression shifted suddenly, his brow furrowing. "What's this I hear about my 'something stupid face'?"

You blinked, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Word spreads fast on this ship," He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Well, if you must know," You replied matter-of-factly, "you make a very distinct face when you're about to do something stupid. Hence, the name 'something stupid face.'"

"Oh, wow." He raised an eyebrow, his tone mock serious. "You dare talk like that about your captain?"

"Please," You shot back, smirking. "You're only my captain when it's convenient for you."

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(Day 4)

You had to bribe the medic to give you a few strips of cloth, promising him you'd make it up to him somehow. You weren't exactly sure how yet, but you'd figure it out. The rest of the day had been spent in solitude, tucked into your own little corner of the ship. The task at hand: repairing Polites' broken glasses.

It seemed simple enough—at least at first. The glasses had been torn into three pieces: one half split cleanly, and the other fractured again. The lenses were cracked, the fractures running through the glass like tiny spiderwebs. It was a miracle they hadn't completely shattered or popped out of the frames. Yet despite how straightforward the repair looked, you kept failing. Tinkering was not one of your strong suits.

Still, you refused to give up. Days of fiddling and trial and error finally led to something resembling a passable fix. It wasn't perfect by any stretch, but... decent. Yes, definitely decent. You'd tied the parts together with the cloth strips, the makeshift knots holding the frames together like delicate stitches in a wound.

Satisfied—or at least as satisfied as you were going to get—you scanned the ship for Polites. You were eager to give him the glasses before they fell apart in your hands. The gods knew that every fragile thing you touched seemed cursed to break. After some searching, you spotted him speaking to one of the younger sailors. Polites squinted at something the younger man had pointed out in the distance.

You hung back, waiting for their conversation to end. The younger sailor eventually nodded and walked off, heading toward the direction he had indicated. Seizing the opportunity, you hurried toward Polites, clutching the glasses like they were made of glass, which... they kind of were. Just as his gaze began to drift in your direction, you quickly hid the repaired glasses behind your back.

"Oh, [Name]!" He waved you over with his usual warmth.

You approached, and his eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion at the way your hands were hidden. "What do you have there?" he asked, his brow quirking.

"Oh, you know..." You hesitated, then slowly pulled your hands from behind your back, raising the glasses to eye level—way too close to his face.

He squinted, leaning his head back to get a better look. "...Ta-da!" You exclaimed, though your voice wavered slightly with nerves.

It took him a moment to recognize what you were holding, but when he did, his expression softened with surprise. "You actually went back to get them?"

"Yes, uhh, I wanted to see if I could repair them... and I think I did?" You let out an awkward chuckle as he gently took the glasses from your hands.

"Wow." He murmured, turning them over carefully.

"Be gentle!" You blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. You knew how fragile the repairs were and didn't want them to snap apart under the slightest pressure.

He slowed his movements, though you could tell he wasn't too worried about breaking them. Still, he humored you, handling the glasses as delicately as if they were made of porcelain.

"So," You asked, your voice bubbling with excitement, "what do you think?"

He slid the glasses onto his face with deliberate care, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted. Then, his face lit up with a broad smile. "I love them! Thank you so much!"

Before you could respond, he stepped forward and pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you with a kind of easy, genuine warmth, and you felt the tension you hadn't realized you'd been holding melt away. You hugged him back, your chin brushing against his shoulder as you smiled. For a moment, the creak of the ship and the chatter of the crew faded, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, unspoken gratitude.

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(Day 6)

The tension on the ship was impossible to ignore now. Men muttered behind cupped hands, their words laced with resentment toward their captain. You'd found yourself playing mediator more often than not, breaking up arguments between even the most loyal crew members and those who dared to voice their doubts about your brother. The relief you'd felt after the storm had subsided had been short-lived, overshadowed by the gnawing fear of mutiny brewing beneath the surface.

Despite the unease, the morning had been relatively calm—until you overheard two familiar voices spitting venom about your brother. Elpenor and Perimedes stood near the railing, leaning casually as though their treacherous words were as harmless as the sea breeze. They spoke loudly, with a reckless sort of pride, questioning whether the bag your brother guarded so fiercely held wind or treasure—and whether his intentions were to share it with the crew at all.

Their voices carried, unbothered by the idea that someone might hear—or perhaps they thought themselves untouchable.

You couldn't stand by and let them slander Odysseus. It didn't matter that they'd been civil—maybe even kind—to you in the past. This crossed a line. You stepped forward, your voice sharp and unwavering as you called them out. "You're spouting nonsense," you said, glaring at them. "If you're going to speak ill of your captain, at least have the decency to do it in private. Show an ounce of honor."

Elpenor straightened, his lip curling into a sneer. "Of course you'd think that. You're his sister." His tone dripped with mockery. Under his breath, he added, "Damn royals..."

Your fists clenched at your sides. "You'll eat your words."

"Oh, will we now?" Perimedes shot back, his smirk infuriatingly smug. "For all we know, you and your brother are in on this together. Why should we trust you? Hiding treasure, plotting behind our backs—it's what royals do, isn't it?"

The insinuation stung, but before you could fire back or let the situation spiral into something physical, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Enough."

Eurylochus stepped in, his expression like thunderclouds over the horizon. He shot Elpenor and Perimedes a look that could have silenced a storm, then turned to you. "Leave it," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

The two men didn't bother hiding their muttered jabs as you reluctantly stepped away, but Eurylochus's pointed glare made you swallow your pride. This wasn't worth it. Not now. Not like this.

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(Day 9)

The ship rocked gently, the waves lapping softly against its sides. The night was calm, the stars scattered like grains of salt across an inky sky, their light reflecting faintly off the ocean. The ship's crew was mostly asleep, save for a few sailors who quietly tended to their duties, their movements blending into the stillness. The air was cool, carrying the salty tang of the sea, and the faint creak of the wood beneath you was the only sound besides the whisper of the wind.

Movement beneath your head stirred you from your slumber. It was deep into the night, and you, Eurylochus, and Polites had huddled together for warmth, leaning against a stack of barrels that offered some shelter from the biting sea breeze. Polites had his head resting heavily on your shoulder, his mouth slightly agape, with a thin trail of drool glistening from his mouth to his chin. His arms clung tightly to your right one, as though afraid you might vanish in the night. Polites slept like a stone, utterly oblivious to the world around him.

Your own head had been nestled against Eurylochus' shoulder, his arm resting lightly around your waist. The past few days had been hard on him, leaving him restless, his sleep fitful. It wasn't surprising to find him stirring so late into the night.

As you raised your free hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, the grogginess in your mind made it hard to fully process what was happening. But even through the haze, you knew it was Eurylochus trying to slip away.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, your voice weak and hoarse with sleep. The question made him pause, caught mid movement.

"I just need to stretch my legs a bit." He replied softly, his voice careful not to disturb Polites.

Finally, your eyes focused on him, and a faint pang of concern stirred in your chest. "Is everything alright? Are you alright?" You asked, your tone gentle but probing. Your hand reached out to lightly caress his bicep, a silent reassurance that you were there if he needed to talk.

His gaze softened, his lips curling into a weak, hesitant smile. He didn't want to lie to you, but neither did he want to burden you, especially with home so close. The last thing he wanted was to dampen the few precious days you had left before your journey's end. "Of course." He said after a moment. "I'll be right back, alright?"

You studied him for a beat, then sighed. "...Alright." Shifting slightly, you leaned more fully against Polites, knowing there was no need to be overly careful—he wouldn't wake no matter what you did.

Eurylochus slipped free of your grasp, but he didn't leave immediately. He lingered, sensing there was something else on your mind. He knew that look in your eyes.

"Could you check on Ody?" You asked, your voice quiet but insistent. "He hasn't slept in days, and that stubborn mule won't let us help him."

Eurylochus chuckled softly, his breath warm in the cool air. "I will." He promised, though you couldn't tell it was a lie. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your temple, and you smiled faintly at the gesture, already letting your heavy eyelids drift shut as you rested your head against Polites'.

Eurylochus watched you for a moment longer, his expression softening into something almost bittersweet. Then, with one last look, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the quiet ship.

Your rest was short-lived. You woke to a cacophony of shouting and the sound of hurried footsteps pounding against the wooden deck. The ship was alive with chaos, every inch of it trembling under the weight of frenzied motion. You jolted upright, the haze of sleep instantly replaced by the kind of clarity only fear could bring—as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over your head. The sudden movement startled not only you but Polites as well, who shot up beside you, his eyes wide with alarm.

The scene before you was pure bedlam. Crew members scrambled wildly, clutching at railings, each other, and the masts in a desperate attempt to steady themselves. Some shouted orders; others screamed incoherently. Your senses reeled, struggling to piece together what was happening.

Then you saw it.

Near the center of the ship, right beside the bag your brother had been guarding with his life, stood a shadowy figure. Panic gripped your chest like a vice. You barely registered the unnatural motion of the ship until the ground beneath your feet felt weightless. You stumbled to the railing and froze, heart pounding.

The ship wasn't just moving—it was flying.

Soaring through the air, a few meters above the ocean's surface, the ship hurtled forward at a speed you'd never imagined possible. The world around you blurred, the salty wind stinging your face as it whipped past. You glimpsed the island of Aeolus—the god of the winds—shrinking rapidly in the distance behind you. It took you nine agonizing days to make that journey before, and now, you were covering it in mere minutes. The realization chilled you to your core.

Your eyes darted around the ship at a frantic pace, desperately searching for your brother. Anything. Anyone. "Where's Eury?! Where's my brother?!" You shouted, your voice cracking under the weight of rising dread.

The chaos only grew. The ship lurched violently, throwing some men to the deck while others clung to anything within reach. Between the screams and the deafening rush of wind, you caught the sound of your brother's voice.

"Help me close the bag!" Odysseus was shouting, his voice strained. You turned and saw him, along with a few other men, struggling to close the bag of winds. The force within it raged like a living storm, tearing at their hands and threatening to burst free entirely. It was a desperate battle, one they were barely holding on to.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it ended.

The ship crashed down into the ocean with a thunderous impact, sending an enormous wave cascading over the deck. The entire fleet, dragged along with your ship, followed suit. The splash was so massive, so powerful, that for a moment you thought it might sink the ship entirely. But the sea eventually calmed, leaving behind a stunned silence.

All that could be heard were the labored breaths of the crew, each man frozen in place, too disoriented to speak. One moment they were sound asleep, and the next, they were soaring through the heavens. It was almost too much for the mind to process.

You looked around, your eyes settling on the jagged, towering rocks that now surrounded you. They rose like silent sentinels, sharp and foreboding, forming a semicircle that trapped the ships in an unyielding embrace. The rocks loomed over you, as if mocking your insignificance, their very presence oppressive.

For a brief moment, there was nothing but the eerie stillness. Then, a voice.

"ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!"

It boomed across the water, loud and commanding, yet strangely inviting, as though it had been waiting an eternity to speak those words. But then, the tone shifted. The warmth drained away, replaced by a bitter edge that seeped into every syllable.

"Do you know who I am?"

The voice dripped with venom, each word laced with resentment. It wasn't a question. It was a challenge.

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