#hamster bed materials

[allperfectpets]

The best bedding for hamsters: Choosing the Best Options for Your Pet!

Choosing the Ideal Sheet Material for Hamsters: Investigating Top Decisions to Spoil Your Fuzzy Buddy!

Hamsters, those wonderful and small animals that give pleasure to our lives, merit only the greatest possible level of solace and care. With regards to giving them a comfortable habitation, picking the ideal sheet material is of vital significance. In addition to the fact that it adds to their general prosperity, however, it likewise guarantees a cozy climate that emulates their normal territory. In this article, we will leave on an excursion to find the best choices for hamster bedding, permitting you to spoil your darling fuzzy companion.

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— power plays, pillow talk

pairing: victoria neuman x fem!reader

warnings:: smut, lesbian sex, size difference, strapon referred to as cock

summary:: a bottle of good wine, homemade dinner, a sweet little thing warming up her bed – what more could victoria possibly ask for after a long workday?

word count:: 1.5k

a/n: wow i'm rusty, haven't written smut in a good long while. starting off a bit vanilla with vicky. also she would 100% talk you thru it. i don't make the rules

never in her life had victoria neuman ever felt the need to compensate for something. a woman in power, in more ways than one, she never needed to climb through the ranks, simply gliding through them, a casualty or two on the way.

she had it all – a big car, a big house, a big desk at the Congress.

so you suppose it’s fitting; the big, girthy toy she has strapped around her hips under the material of her dress pants.

it’s huge, actually – got to be six inches at the very least, and that’s without taking into consideration the fact that you’ve never had any eye at all – of a dark, wine red color, the thick, thoughtfully lubed shaft glistening under the dim lights.

that one image of a hamster chomping down on a banana ten times his size pops up in your head.

your throat bobs with a soft gulp — oh god. you’re the hamster.

but victoria is nothing if not considerate. a soft silky pillow is lying under the small of your back, angling you properly for her, and the bedroom you share smells distinctly of something dark and woodsy, heady but not enough to overwhelm, the scented candles a welcome sensation that serves to relax you further.

when her hands grab ahold of your hips, thumbs pressing into the hipbones, you buck into her touch involuntarily. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety or arousal.

“no-no, that won’t do, pretty girl…” victoria chides softly, gives a playful little squeeze as a warning. “you promised you’d be good."

well, that’s true. you did.

you’re almost embarrassed – two glasses of cabernet sauvignon in and you’re already unable to think of anything but how much you want her. your skin tingles with anticipation, the gentle pressure of her hands grounding you as they slowly map their way up and down your body, caressing the undersides of your breasts, your shoulders, the plane of your belly. the warmth of the room wraps around you like a comforting embrace, the scent of the candles mingling with the subtle notes of the woman’s perfume – victoria’s hands work your body like dough, and that combined with the sight of the powerful politician standing between your thighs, all veneer and perfect composure, dark brown eyes trailing over your naked form like a feast is enough for your legs to part further. she doesn’t even have to ask.

“just like that, sweet thing. open up for me,” her palms rest on your thighs and she leans in to press a few gentle kisses to the side of your neck.

it’s intoxicating – her touch, her scent, how tender she’s with you, loving. you’re so aroused it’s starting to hurt.

“vicky…”

“i know, i know,” she murmurs. “need to get you ready for me first.”

she slides her ring finger through the warm petals of your pussy, humming at the wetness gathered there, and she can’t help but indulge herself. she leans down, face level with your cunt, and licks a thick stripe through the dripping warmth, teasing another involuntarily buck of your hips and a whimper from you.

you should’ve known she’d be too greedy to waste all that sweetness on her fake cock — she laps and slurps at you with gentle vigor, palm squeezing your hip to keep you from bucking into her mouth again. it’s a soft, affectionate kind of pleasure — victoria doesn’t rush, doesn’t push you too much too soon, deliberately avoiding your puffy clit to keep from any possible overstimulation.

you sigh softly, leaning your head back against the pillows, but before you can enjoy the heavenly sensation any further, she pulls away with one last flat lick, guiding your thigh to press against her hip.

the head of the toy pushes tantalizingly against your entrance, its smooth surface just barely parting your folds before she pulls back, sliding the silicone along your slit once more – the motion is slow and deliberate, the toy gliding easily through your wetness, teasing you with its presence. every so often victoria lets the tip dip inside, a fleeting, electrifying intrusion that leaves you aching for more, before withdrawing it again. the sensation sends shivers up your spine, your body instinctively arching towards the source of pleasure – but you know she’s doing it to get you nice and ready for her, as if the sloppy little courtesy licks weren’t enough.

"fuck, you're so wet," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction. "so eager. it's almost too easy."

she presses her hips more firmly this time, her cock breaching your entrance and slipping inside with a smooth, deliberate motion. the sensation is overwhelming, your body accommodating the intrusion with a mixture of relief and intense pleasure. she holds herself there for a moment, letting you feel the stretch and fullness.

god, it’s big – bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before. for a moment an alarming thought of not being able to fit the intimidating girth inside you shoots through your lust-clouded brain, but the smile on victoria’s painted lips tells you that she will make sure you do.

you tilt your head back with a shaky breath, and she chuckles, leaning in to nose at your earlobe, “good?”

biting your lip, you manage a nod in reply, hiding your face in her neck as you try to process the sensation.

victoria sets a slow, torturous pace, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, her thighs kissing the backs of your legs. her hand shifts from your hip to your navel, gently sliding along your skin and pressing against your warm, sensitive stomach for purchase – the action so undeniably erotic it has a broken moan tearing from your mouth.

“oh?” victoria quirks a thick eyebrow, perfect white teeth peeking out to worry a plump lip between them. “does that feel good, sweet girl?”

her palm presses just the slightest bit firmer, enough to heighten the pleasure of her silicone cock pushing deep inside of your cunt deliciously as her fingers sprawl over the flesh of your belly — it flutters under her hand, muscles struggling to accommodate the enormous intrusion.

“d’you feel me here?” she asks, voice a silky purr, dripping with control and a hint of amusement as her hips drive the toy deeper into you, each thrust deliberate, strong, unyielding. “such a pretty tummy, baby… so, so perfect.”

you can’t even speak.

victoria leans down, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “i love how you open up for me… how you take every inch like you were made for this.”

the pressure in your stomach intensifies as she slows her movements, dragging each thrust out to an agonizing pace. her thick cock feels impossibly full inside you, stretching you in a way that teeters on the edge of pain and ecstasy.

"such a good girl, letting me stretch you, fill you up. gonna make it the only size you’ll ever take. the only that can ever satisfy you.”

she shifts her hips, the change in angle making you gasp as the toy hits that sweet spot inside you, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. victoria's other hand that isn't busy trying to feel herself through the thin wall of flesh of your belly moves to prop herself next to your head, caging you in with her presence, and you reach to desperately hold onto her bicep, fingers digging into the dark blue of her power suit she has insisted on keeping draped over her shoulders.

“there you are, pretty girl. so close. so, so close, sweet thing. need you to cum for me."

victoria's pace quickens, hips snapping forward, and with a final, shuddering breath, you let go, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. she guides you through it, soft, reassuring whispers as she follows you into bliss, a guttural groan escaping her lips – for a moment the world is nothing but the two of you, tangled together in a haze of pleasure.

with the waves of white ecstasy beginning to ebb, she slows her thrusts to a gentle rhythm before withdrawing slowly, the loss of her presence inside you almost as intense as when she was buried deep. you whimper at the emptiness, your body still trembling with aftershocks, and her warm hands soothe the feeling away, a small, amused smile on her full lips, “thoughts?”

as if that isn't obvious.

you groan in response, wrap your arms around the woman’s shoulders to tug her down and press your lips against hers hungrily. then you pull away, breathless in satisfaction, and grin up at her, “fucking amazing. i wasn't even sure it’d be possible.”

victoria hums, her palm caressing your thigh thoughtfully, “in that case… you think you can take more?”

not one for being patient behind closed doors, she grasps your hips, coaxes you onto your stomach with firm hands.

“what am i saying. of course you can take more. cock-hungry little slut.”

the degrading words make you whimper into the silky pillow, and victoria coos, her tone the slightest bit patronizing, “ohh, yes you are, sweet thing. no use denying it.”

her fingers dig into your soft flesh, and suddenly all the warm tenderness is gone from her voice.

“up. don’t make me repeat myself.”

[tiredfox64]

Since my identity as an anon have been exposed for that fic I did request,,,,

Can you make Pipsqueak pt. 2,,,,

*looks at u with my big eyes*

(I need to know the stupid shenanigans,,,,)

(Sorry got gay)

Little Bitty Pretty One

Yip notes: in my best Italian accent Don't say I neva did anything for ya. You are in debt to me.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Haha you still small!

It seems when you need Liu Kang the most he is not there to answer. He could at least leave a message.

Well, you’re still small, unfortunately. Or maybe you like this situation. You’ve been stuck this way for two days now. Just as Bi-Han thought, you are incapable of doing many things. You’ve been depending on him for everything. You truly had no choice but to obey your grandmaster. Cause when you are the size of a Norway rat but lack the abilities of one your survivability is at a low possibility. So do him a favor and act good.

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Bi-Han tries his best not to wake you up in the morning. He’s been keeping you in his room so he can keep an eye on you and prevent you from getting hurt. He has to tiptoe around or else he will wake you up. Little does he know you’ve been waking up when he does because he always groans when he wakes up. What a loudmouth. You stir in your makeshift bed made of soft cloth material and a sponge before pretending to still be asleep. He doesn’t know that you like to peek at him when he is getting ready for the day. He doesn’t sleep with a shirt on…need I say more? It’s enjoyable to watch him tie his hair into a bun, he looks so pretty. But you can’t watch him change fully he puts a bowl over you to prevent you from seeing. No worries there are holes at the top to allow you to breathe. Alright, now he will wake you up.

He pokes your back viciously but not enough to possibly break your spine. You smack his finger which does nothing, go figures. Then he scolds you lightly for hitting your grandmaster. Again, he can’t yell or else he will risk bursting your eardrums.

Breakfast time! What do you want? Trick question, you have no choice. Whatever Bi-Han gives you is what you get. He purposely leaves some of the food big to make it seem like you are a rat nibbling on it. As he eats his breakfast he’ll occasionally look to his side to see you nibbling on a slice of carrot, your teeth leaving little marks. Now you’re whining, saying you need much more than that.

“You are acting very greedy. Have I not done enough for you already?” Bi-Han asked but you know he is being petty. When is he not.

Fine, he gave you a proper meal. Though the slice of cucumber he provided was still too big for you so you had to munch on it for a bit. He found it entertaining to see you stuff my cheeks full of food like a hamster. You did look silly that way. Especially with that glare you gave him.

Time for practice! Not for you, you’re too tiny for that. You’re gonna be staying in the palm of Bi-Han’s hand where he will proceed to pet your back with his finger. He starts from the top of your head before sliding down to your lower back. For some reason, you immediately relax when he does that. You fight a little because you know he likes finding people’s weak spots and exploiting them. But you stood little chance since even when you were big you still couldn’t fight him off. So you are forced to partake in this wonderful torment where he slowly watches you melt in his hands.

Bi-Han was so distracted by tormenting you he forgot to give orders to the rest of his clan. They waited with confused expressions. Kuai Liang had to tap on his brother to get his attention, only to be glared at by him as he quickly cupped you in his hands. He thought someone was trying to snatch you away from him. He can’t have that happening.

“What do you want, Kuai Liang?” he asked in annoyance.

Kuai Liang craned his neck in the direction of the clan to show that they were waiting. Bi-Han groaned as usual and gave them an order. Something mundane because he couldn’t care less in that moment. He was more preoccupied with you which you were trying to squeeze out of his hands again because you didn’t appreciate him leaving you in darkness.

Your little hands were trying to scratch their way between his fingers before he realized what you were doing. He uncapped his hands and you looked up at him like he just committed the ultimate betrayal.

“Don’t give me that face.”

He had you sit on his hand while looking out to the clan so you could watch them. His pointer finger and thumb were constantly squishing your face or rubbing below your chin. At this point anything he is doing to you is subconscious. He doesn’t know that he is doing it but it feels right to do, like twirling a pen while writing. It is necessary to squish something so small and fragile. You’re not having it. You’re out of here! Plan your escape!

You started walking on his arm, occasionally having to grab onto his arm guards to prevent yourself from plummeting to the ground. He sees your efforts and he does not like it. He tried to grab you but you kept swerving out of the way. Soon enough you were at his clothes and used them as a way to get down. You heard him saying words such as ‘stop’, ‘no’, and the occasional ‘obey your grandmaster’. You’re your own person, you can handle yourself! You can survive without your grandmaster’s assistance.

Never mind there was a giant golden orb weaver on the ground. It’s a female unfortunately so it’s humongous. You are not ready to handle that.

Bi-Han!!!

He froze the weaver in a matter of seconds before shattering it into millions of pieces. You were hugging his boot with your eyes closed, wondering if he demolished the arachnid. He picked you up by your uniform and you screamed thinking it was the spider before realizing it was Bi-Han.

“Will you listen to me now?” he asked with his usual grumpy tone.

“Yes, grandmaster.” You replied with your head lowered.

You obeyed him for the rest of the time, thank the elder gods. I would say that it made everything easier but you were still left being poked, petted, and squished by Bi-Han. At least when dinner time rolled around you were able to breathe. You got to munch on a nice, fat dumpling. Took a while before you got to the filling but it was so worth it when you did. That dinner could have knocked you out immediately after. You almost did but you were startled when Bi-Han picked you up and brought you to his office.

Escape plan part two!

Forget it, he already knew what you were planning. You tried to run around on his deck but he quickly pulled you back before placing you at one end of a hand towel. In one fell swoop he rolled you up like sushi. There, now you will stay in one place.

“Hey! You can’t do this! I’m a human being!” You yelled in a shrilled voice.

“A human being who drank a potion when I told you not to.” He got you there.

You could be angry all you want but you did get yourself into this mess. So just lay there and take your medicine.

You were forced to lay there silently as Bi-Han worked for about half an hour before the door opened. Finally, Liu Kang is here to help you. But for some reason, Bi-Han didn’t seem to be thrilled about this.

“I have been informed that there was a little incident,” Pun intended, “Let me assist in making things righ—oh.”

Liu Kang saw you wrapped in the hand towel with your eyebrows furrowed in anger. He gave a questioning look towards Bi-Han but at the same time, he could understand if your grandmaster had a hard time keeping you under control. Liu Kang had to hold himself back from chuckling as he reached towards you. He was going to unravel you to help get you back to normal but Bi-Han snatched you away. It nearly gave you whiplash.

“Bi-Han, I need them to get them back to normal.” Liu Kang informed him but Bi-Han walked out of the room with you in hand.

You were shouting at him and asking what he was doing and saying that this was what he wanted. You may think this whole situation was a hassle for Bi-Han. You would be slightly wrong. He finds this situation very entertaining and even, though he would never admit, adorable. It’s like having his own personal pet. A pet that has to depend on him because they don’t have any animal-like skills.

He will have you return back to normal one of these days. But this day won’t be it. Liu Kang was trying to get an answer from him but he wouldn’t say a word. He walked right into his bedroom, made a wall of ice to prevent anyone from getting in, and sat right on his bed.

He unraveled you before carefully placing you in your makeshift bed. He didn’t want you asking any more questions so he started to pet your back again. It’s too easy. With the food in your belly, the tight wrap from the towel, and the feeling of Bi-Han petting and rubbing your back you were out like a light. You were even drooling a little.

Bi-Han hasn’t felt this much joy from something in a long, long time. He wasn’t even allowed to have a pet when he was young. So let him enjoy this for a little longer then he will bring you back to normal.

But when you are back to normal you better not drink another strange potion he swears to the elder gods!

Now he can get ready for bed. He needs to mentally prepare himself for the next day. Who knows what you could do then.

Are you peeking at him taking his shirt off again? Turn your head! Damn rodent…

Yap notes: Last time I wrote for you that spine-eating goofball payed me a visit. He better not come around again just cause I did this for you. Also I hope you are feeling better I saw that you said you were sick get some Vic’s vaporub, ginger ale, and an egg to cleanse yourself. Adiós!

[preeningpisces]

Choso NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate/write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

❥ Choso is extremely submissive in the way that he will do whatever you want in bed. If you want to be dominated, through your guidance and some trial & error, he’ll do it for you happily. If you want to tie him up & make him cry, he’ll gladly cry the prettiest tears for you

❥ You have to remind him he needs to discover his own wants & desires, rather than going along with whatever you want

❥ Can be very dirty because he doesn’t really have a sense of shame when it comes to sex. For instance, he sees licking your neck no differently than licking your foot, and is confused when you react negatively. He wasn’t exactly raised with any societal/cultural influences on his sexuality

❥ He does some odd shit like bite your armpit and when you chastise him he turns into the sad hamster meme

❥ We all know he busts in like 3 seconds, does it need to be said? He can’t help it—his dick is brand new, fresh off the shelf

❥ Bro cannot get enough when you first start having sex together; he can be pushy at times LOL but will relent & be respectful if you ask him to

❥ Very INTENSE. He prefers positions where he can make eye contact, and this mfer will stare into your soul the whole time. Also likes positions where he can get your tits in his mouth

❥ Doesn’t tend to be playful in bed, but will try to match your energy if you are

❥ Period sex makes him go craaaaazy. He’s all up in there in every way. He earns his red wings immediately

❥ I know in my soul that he’s hairy. He’s a hairy guy! No way he isn’t. Exfoliate your face with his hairy titties

❥ Lowkey into body hair himself, and doesn’t get why people are so obsessed with shaving. Likes feeling your legs when they get prickly, or if the hair is grown out. Absolutely LOVES an 80s bush

❥ On that note, anything that is naturally so human gets him going, like sweat. Kind of into musk too. He’s the type that likes it when you’ve marinated a bit LMFAO kind of pouts if you insist on showering before he goes down on you. So cute

❥ His cum doesn’t shoot, it leaks, and there’s a fuck ton of it. Stroking him through his orgasm is really fucking messy, and really fucking hot

❥ Oh my god he is awful at dirty talk at the beginning, bitch has NO CLUE what to say

❥ He learns tho, don’t you fret. Like I said, he doesn’t really get embarrassed when it comes to sex, but he also has no concept of what’s considered sexy and what’s not. You just have to survive the awkward stage (and maybe share some source material for him to reference)

❥ Fucking loves titties. Even when you aren’t having sex, just cuddling, that’s where he likes to rest his hands the most. If you have heavy tits he’ll offer to support them for you. It’s a genuine act of kindness, but also one he benefits from greatly. Rests his head on your chest when he needs to unwind

[astroboots]

hamster Steve crumbs please🥺🙏🏻

HAMSTER DAYS: CHAPTER THREE

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: You try to keep your cute little Hamster Steven alive... and you're not doing a great job out of it.

Series Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist 

You are going to fix this. You are going to turn your boyfriend back to his human form. You are going to protect him.

There is just one little snag. Notwithstanding that you do not know the cause of Steven's transformation. Notwithstanding that you have no idea where to start.

The real worry here is that before you ever even get so far, you might end up accidentally killing Steven.

On your first night, you had placed Steven on the pillow next to you above the covers, safe and sound next to you. Or so you had thought, until not two minutes later you had rolled over by habit, pulling the sheets with you and flung him 6 feet high in the air and barely managed to catch him with a pillow before he crashed onto the hard wooden floor below.

In the morning, when you were making breakfast and had placed Steven on the kitchen counter to roam freely, he'd managed to knock over a jar of jam, spilling it everywhere and gotten his shiny golden-brown fur covered in it. Your bright idea had been to bathe him, and it wasn't until 30 seconds in you realized hamsters do not swim... or at least this hamster doesn't as he immediately panicked, squeaked and was pawing frantically at the white porcelain sink for safety.

It's not even noon by the time, you've finally gotten him blowdried (and begrudgingly forgiven you) when you nearly drop the tome of a book --you were studying hoping to find some clue to Steven's predicament -- not three inches from where he was napping on the desk next to you.

That's when you finally realize that whatever grand plans you have to restore Steven to his former human body is going to have to be put on pause. Because the first thing you are going to have to learn is to keep him alive.

In fairness to you. You've never had a pet hamster before. You've always wanted one. Staring at them at petshops and the glass tanks they were kept in since you were a kid. But you've grown up all your life in no-pets-allowed flats. And while you had insisted to your parents that it's "just a hamster, no one will ever know!" your skills of persuasion had been clearly lacking, because you never ended up getting one. Something or the other about how you were much too rough and scatterbrained and would not be able to keep it alive... which...

Let's not linger on that thought--

Grabbing your laptop, you place it on the middle of the desk as you pull up youtube on the browser and search for guides to care for a hamster.

The first video catching your attention has the still image of a hamster that looks not unlike Steven. Fluffy golden brown fur, big wide eyes with its tiny paws tucked close to its chest as if it's been startled.

You click it open and for the next 46 minutes and 32 seconds you are being treated to a lecture on the to dos and no to dos.

Apparently the last 12 hours you've spent with Hamster Steven firms firmly into the no to dos category.

Bath is a no no.

Feeding it jam is also a no go.

Letting them roam without supervision (and proper childproofing) is a big no no.

Then the lady starts rattling off facts about enclosure sizes, enrichment toys, how chinchilla sand is dangerous and how to build tunnels and materials for bedding, and, and, and until your head is spinning and you cannot make sense of words anymore.

The words drift in and out as hard as you try to keep up before the video scren goes black, and finally ends but before you get a second to breathe and process the maelstrom of information fed to you, autoplay is already queuing up the next video that is 1 hour and 26 minutes long of things not to do or you will kill your hamster.

You cringe inwardly, you've had hamster version of Steven in your care for not even half a day and so far you haven't been doing a great job.

Your chest squeeze tight with worry. You don't know how you are possibly going to pull this off. If you can't even take care of a hamster, what are the odds of you being able to perform a magical miracle to undo whatever curse or magic spell that has befallen Steven to get him into this state?

From the corner of your eye, you see Steven paddle across the length of the desk on his four tiny paws before he finally reaches you and settles himself next to your hand. His nose nuzzles into your palm until your hand opens and he can climb inside.

He squeaks meekly, looking up at you and you recognize that expression. As delusional as it sounds, it's almost as if he's trying to tell you something.

You know you can't understand him. It's not like he can speak. But you do know one thing and it's that you know Steven. And the fact that you cannot interpret hamster squeaks do not seem to matter when you see those soft brown eyes staring up at you. A soft glow blooms inside your chest until the worry that was there before seems to melt at the sight of him.

"It's alright," those eyes are telling you.

You take a deep breath. brushing your fingers over the soft tuft of fur on top of his soft little head and his head tilts into your touch.

Yeah... you can do this. One step at a time.

You turn your eyes back to the screen, then click the next video.

First step: Learn to keep Steven alive.

Author's note: I know it's been 101 days. I'm so sorry! Thank you lovely lovely nonny for sending me this ask and getting my ass to get kicked into gear. Also thank you to @guruan and @ems-chaos-corner for sending me hamster photos and videos for inspiration and for every other nonny and person who does this it brings me so much joy!

[sonicasura]

Feral Plagas!Leon but he acts more like an energetic cat that was just given catnip. The pills used to suppress the Plagas growth alongside the miniscule inactive viruses from his previous adventures just toasts the bug's original nature. It's relationship with Leon becomes akin to Venom with the mind of a stubborn toddler.

Don't give it sweets and the guy will be bouncing around like a lunatic until you catch him on a tree covered in fresh sap. Leon arches his back like the Halloween Black Cat with his tail plus spike spines flared up if spooked. Becomes a pure chittering mess if given anything that contains honey or maple syrup. Meat honey from vulture bees is Plagas!Leon's favorite so it's best to keep stock.

Complete and total hoarder. He loves to collect stuff in this feral state akin to a bower bird. If it gets Leon's attention, then it's added to his makeshift hive like nest. Man has a few scratching posts and something very durable to chew on. Got a tendency of stealing animals like rabbits or chickens for the purpose of being pets.

Any nest Plagas!Leon makes is a mix between old clothes, bedding materials, and a unique type of saliva he can produce. The slime is very adhesive that it'll put even the strongest glues to shame. Leon's saliva has minor healing properties.

It's usually made in a web form than liquid to heavily reduce the adhesiveness and make it easier to remove. He can also make a powerful acid with the purpose of making pathways. Leon has quite a number hidden in Spain with only one not made during a feral episode.

He is absolutely embarrassed once a feral episode comes to an end as he's fully conscious for every moment. Especially since tantrums are a given in this state and he'll wreck furniture out of spite. Saddler trying to control the parasite just pisses it off instead so Plagas!Leon is even more vicious when fighting the cult.

In fact, he will even EAT the other Plagas as rage lets loose cannibalistic tendencies from its altered nature. A good chunk of insects do feed on other members of their species so don't be surprised if its true here. Leon later admits that they taste like chicken much to Ashley's disgust and Luis' morbid fascination.

Zoomies happen a lot even more so during a feral episode. His body tends to produce too much energy and Leon has to expel it. A human sized hamster wheel or hamster ball is always brought up with Ashley even thinking of a design. Leon wasn't amused.

Completely territorial especially when a huge threat such as Krauser is nearby. Half the time Feral Plagas!Leon will cut down the threat or get his 'swarm' to safety. (Leads to a Luis lives situation) Ashley and Luis are HIS, same goes for anyone else that he can trust and likes.

Feral episodes has a 50/50 chance that he'll shift into 'bug mode'. His appearance heavily morphing to an insectoid yet oddly reptilian visage. It's completely random so what comes come. Plagas!Leon still acts the same although he might carry Ashley or Luis by the scruff of their shirt with his fangs.

His abilities are heavily amplified in bug mode than just size alone. Leon's acid can melt steel than just rock, his adhesive saliva now hardens into a cocoon like shell, and any webbing produced is able to treat more extensive injuries such as 2nd degree burns. You can say he's more of a tank or sentinel from roleplaying games in this state.

Overall, the man is just relieved that he isn't going to hurt anyone innocent thanks to his new infected status. Although Leon will never tell anyone about the time he almost ate a Karen's annoying corgi. Guy's Plagas was hangry that day.

Plagas!Leon: War Mode

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic

A Bad Batch Fanfic ~4575 words Click here to read on AO3 Content: Space Hamsters, Snowball Fights, Brotherly Fluff, Crosshair to the rescue The Batch have grown very attached to their newest and smallest member; Omega's pet hamster. But escapology isn't the criceto's only skill... Can Omega keep her brothers from finding out what Stardust has done this time - and can she undo the damage caused?

With thanks to @kybercrystals94 for giving me your blessing to write a story with your character Stardust! If you haven't read kyber's fun fic about the chaos that ensues when the Batch get a pet hamster yet, you should go check it out Here. It's been so much fun swopping stories about our real-life hamster woes and turning them into fanfics!

“Omega, the planet we are landing on has a very frigid climate. The ambient temperature inside the Marauder is likely to drop, which may trigger a hibernation response in the criceto species. Make sure that Stardust has plenty of insulating bedding materials available, as she is likely to want additional warmth in her nest.”

“Sure thing, Tech,” chirped Omega, poking a finger into the cage to wave at Stardust. The criceto blinked sleepily as she waddled from her nest to the food bowl, checking for uneaten seeds.

Wrecker had lifted Stardust’s cage up into the gunner’s mount so that Omega could play with the criceto in her ‘bedroom’ whilst the others planned for the mission planet-side. Omega bounced Lula on her knees, making the stuffed tooka toy wave at Stardust too.

“You’ll keep an eye on Stardust whilst we’re gone, won’t you Lula?” Omega chatted to herself. “Don’t worry, Stardust,” and she tipped a whole mountain of additional seeds into the bowl right before the stunned criceto’s nose, “I’ll make sure you have plenty of food and water, and we won’t even be gone that long!”

The criceto scrubbed her little paws over her whiskers, then started stuffing her cheek pouches full of the new bounty which had appeared before her.

There was a gentle tremor as the Marauder settled on the ground. Omega looked up as Echo entered the bunk area with a groan.

“There’s snow everywhere,” the cyborg clone lamented to no-one in particular. “My joints are going to freeze.”

“There’s snow?” Omega exclaimed. In a flash she was bouncing in front of Echo, hands clasped before her in excitement. “Real snow, Echo? I’ve never seen real snow! Can I go outside? Can I see it now?”

“Not until you wrap up warm.” That was Hunter, smiling as he followed Echo to the bunks. He shed his scarf, draping the striped material over Omega’s shoulders and wrapping it round and round until it smothered her up to her nose. Omega giggled. “Nearly done,” said Hunter, reaching into an overhead locker and pulling out a box of cold-weather gear. He dug around until he found a thick pair of gloves, far too big for Omega’s hands but he popped them on her anyway, then swaddled her further in a thick coat with a fur-trimmed hood.

“Now can I go out?” asked Omega, her voice muffled behind the layers of fabric.

“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter grinned, and Omega skipped off happily.

“Are you going to wrap me up like that?” asked Echo, earning a snort of laughter from Hunter.

“Not a chance,” he teased as he retrieved his own thick coat from the crate. Wrecker appeared and started pulling on hat and gloves too.

Lula slumped, forgotten, against the side of Stardust’s cage.

*

The mission was unexpectedly easy; no-one else was here to challenge them about retrieving the cache. Because no-one else was mad enough to be out in this cold, was Echo’s frequently-voiced opinion. And whilst Hunter groused about their preparations going to waste, he was smiling inside his furred hood – they were all glad of an easy win for once.

Dragging the cache back to the ship on the makeshift sled shouldn’t have taken long, except Wrecker kept dropping the cable to gather up handfuls of snow to throw at his brothers. He was kind enough to leave Echo alone – the reg was struggling with the cold and his cybernetic implants – but Tech’s indignant squark when the icy mush slithered down the back of his neck and beneath his armour only spurred Wrecker to greater mischief. Before long he, Tech and Hunter were engaged in full-blown snowball warfare.

Omega, hiding behind the sled, was in helpless giggles. Whenever she got the chance she popped up the hurl another snowball into the fray. Wrecker eventually wised to her ambushes and tackled her into the snow, then let her ride on his shoulders the rest of the way back.

Back at the Marauder everyone was stamping feet and rubbing hands to try and warm them whilst they clamoured over each other with plans for the evening. Echo grumbled at having his prosthetics checked, saying the Marauder was so cold he’d rather run the risk of frostbite to his stumps than strip off and inspect them. Tech forced him to anyway, and Omega piled every blanket on the ship onto Echo’s shoulders as he sat and shivered whilst his thighs were examined. Then she ran to the galley and clambered up to retrieve Wrecker’s stash of chocolate powder, mixing watery hot chocolate drinks for everyone.

Tech had the Marauder in the air and the cabin was finally warming with the roar of the engines before Omega remembered Stardust. She left Hunter, Wrecker and Tech in the cockpit, darting past Echo on his bunk to climb into her gunner’s nest and peek into the criceto cage.

Her distressed squeak immediately summoned Echo.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” he asked, peering up with concern.

Omega stared at Stardust’s cage with both hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with panic. Slowly she turned to fix Echo with a wretched look, pointing a trembling finger at the corner where the criceto nested.

“Stardust isn’t dead,” Echo reassured her quickly, a flash of worry in his own eyes. “If she’s not moving it’ll be because she’s in a deep sleep, hibernating, just like Tech said!”

But he had misinterpreted Omega’s alarm.

“It’s Lula,” Omega whispered, voice cracking from behind her fingers.

Lula was still leant up against the side of the hamster cage. Echo climbed another step up the ladder to look more closely, first at the lopsided toy, then at the shreds of red fabric surrounding the sleeping criceto. The nest made warm and fluffy with toy stuffing…

“Stardust ate Lula’s ear!” Omega’s voice was a frightened whisper. “I forgot to put extra bedding in there, and she chewed up Lula’s ear and Wrecker is going to kill me…”

“Hey, hey,” soothed Echo, boosting himself the rest of the way into the gunner’s mount and curling his left arm round Omega’s shoulders. He reached past her with his scomp, nudging Lula away from the cage, inspecting the damage.

“She’s ruined,” said Omega, voice breaking on a sob. Echo squeezed her tightly.

“No she’s not,” he reassured her, pulling the tattered toy into Omega’s lap. “Look, it’s not that bad really. I’m sure we can repair the damage, and Lula will look good as new.”

“I don’t know how,” his little sister wailed.

“Leave it to me,” Echo told her with a smile.

Omega’s cry had alerted Tech, who now appeared at the ladder to her small room.

“What is the matter?” the engineer asked, sticking his head into the now-crowded gunner’s mount. “Is Stardust well?”

Echo quickly moved Lula out of sight. “Stardust is fine,” he said to save Omega from answering. “Omega was just startled by… uh… how still she looked. In hibernation, just like you said.”

“Ah.” Tech nodded sagely. “Never fear, Omega. Once the ambient temperature starts to increase, Stardust will naturally awaken from her slumber.” He peered at the girl’s worried face and adjusted his goggles. “Would you like me to check on her, just in case?”

“No!” said Omega, far too quickly and a little too loudly. Her cheeks flushed guiltily. “No, it’s fine Tech,” she managed in a more normal tone. “Echo made me feel lots better about it.”

“Very well.” Tech climbed back down, flashing Omega one of his rare smiles. “If you do require any further information about the habits of the criceto, I am more than happy for us to work on our joint research project together.”

“C’mon, we should head down too,” Echo said, nudging Omega towards the ladder. He paused, then grabbed Omega’s blanket and threw it over the cage. “For extra warmth,” he told her. “Certainly not to hide anything.” He gave her a sympathetic smile, and tucked Lula’s mutilated body under the blanket and out of sight.

“How are we going to fix her, Echo?” Omega asked as she descended. Her brown eyes shone as she gazed up at him, desperation written on her young face.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I’m going to make a call. You should help Hunter prep evening meal. You know he doesn’t like you skipping out on your chores to play with Stardust.”

Wondering what Echo had planned, Omega moped off to find Hunter. She was withdrawn as she helped with dinner, prompting him to ask what was up.

“Come on, ‘Mega,” he said with a gruff smile, knocking his shoulder gently into hers. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, feeling the cold weight of guilt settle in her stomach. “I’m just…”

“Worried about Stardust?” asked Hunter kindly. “Tech told me she’s hibernating. You don’t need to worry, kid. Your little criceto will be just fine, and she’ll wake back up before you know it.”

“Yeah,” said Omega morosely, fretting about how she was piling lies on top of lies to hide her mistake.

The boys were in high spirits during the meal, celebrating the mission gone off without a hitch, but Omega poked at her food without appetite. She was so subdued that after dinner Tech insisted on taking her temperature in case she had come down with a cold after playing in the snow, and Hunter was the picture of concern hovering over Tech’s shoulder asking about the results.

“I’m fine,” Omega insisted, cheeks going pink from the embarrassment of her deceit rather than a temperature. She glanced at Echo for support.

Echo picked up on the cue perfectly. “I expect Omega is tired out from all the fun we had today,” he said. “She should probably have an early night.

“Awright then kid, time for bed,” said Wrecker cheerily, scooping Omega up in a bone-crushing hug as he did every night. He lifted her easily into her bedroom in the gunner’s mount, flicking the switch to turn the fairy lights on. “Want a story?”

“Not tonight, Wrecker,” said Omega, burrowing into the blankets and trying to hide. “I’m really tired.”

“Fair ‘nuff,” grinned Wrecker. “I’m tired too, from playin’ in the snow! I’ll jus’ say goodnight to you an’ Lula.” And he waited expectantly for Omega to present the toy, as she always did, for a goodnight hug of her own.

“You can’t!” yelped Omega in alarm. “I mean, uh…” She sat back up a little, trying to school her face into a reassuring smile. “Lula is hibernating,” she lied. “Just like Stardust. You shouldn’t disturb her.”

“Ohh!” Wrecker gave her an exaggerated wink. “I get it!” He reached out and ruffled her hair. “Alright kid, sleep tight. I’ll see Lula when she wakes up from hibernation!”

Omega pulled the blanket over her head and wished she could hibernate, and not wake up until this nightmare was over.

*

They were due to dock at a small spaceport to resupply before their next mission. Echo reassured Omega that someone would be there to help with their problem, but Omega remained concerned.

“What if he doesn’t come?”

Echo smiled down at her gently. “He will, Omega. He’ll always come, if it’s you.”

Omega nodded, only partially convinced. It was hardly an emergency, but if Echo said he was coming, she wanted to believe him.

They docked the Marauder without challenge, Hunter assigning them instructions for a speedy resupply. Together, the five of them descended the ramp to the spaceport.

There was no mistaking the mercenary waiting by the one-man fighter on the other side of the docking bay. He was lean, armoured in deep red with grey accents – the mirror of how they were used to seeing him. A familiar skull decal adorned his shoulder pauldron, and a sniper rifle rested casually across his shoulder.

“Crosshair!” squealed Omega, breaking away from her brothers to run and meet him. The tall clone caught her in a one-armed hug, the other hand tightly gripping his rifle.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted, although he kept his gaze trained on his approaching brothers. A patch covered the empty socket of his right eye, a centrepiece for his fine-line tattoo; an injury earned during their escape from Mount Tantiss, when he had rescued Omega from Dr. Hemlock. A fair price for their freedom, he thought, not that he would ever tell Hunter that. He had let his hair grow back in around the scarring above his ear, steel-grey locks just starting to curl atop his head.

“Crosshair!” cried Wrecker, looking for all the world like he too wanted to run at his brother for a hug, just as Omega had. He held himself back, settling for a friendly punch to the shoulder. “Haven’t seen you in ages! How’s it goin’?”

“You are looking well,” said Tech with a nod which Crosshair returned.

They weren’t all so happy to see their estranged batchmate. “What are you doing here?” asked Hunter, a little too sharply.

Crosshair stiffened, biting down hard on his toothpick. “Two mercenary groups can’t be at the same spaceport at the same time?” he sneered, glaring at his brother.

“I guess they can.” Hunter narrowed his eyes suspiciously but let it go.

“Good to see you Crosshair,” said Echo, stepping past Hunter. The Imperial-sniper-turned-mercenary reached out and tapped vambraces with Echo as the cyborg came to stand on Omega’s other side. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“You’re casually extending dinner invitations now?” asked Hunter caustically. Echo ignored him, but Crosshair didn’t.

“I know when I’m not wanted,” he said bitterly. “Don’t trouble yourself on my behalf.”

Then he glanced to where Omega was tucked under his arm, looking up at him with a glaze of tears in her eyes.

“On second thoughts,” he said, fingers tightening on her shoulder, “I suppose dinner might be nice.”

Omega jumped to lock her arms around his neck in a tight hug, dangling from his tall frame. “Thank you, Crosshair,” she whispered, and was sure she felt him smile against her cheek.

*

The Marauder’s tiny galley was crowded with six, but the warmth of jovial conversation kept anyone from feeling too cramped. Omega was crammed onto the bench between Hunter and Tech, the latter engaged in animated descriptions of their recent adventures to Crosshair, who sat on a storage crate pulled up to the end of the table.

Crosshair was smiling, thin lips pressed together in a smirk as he listened to his brothers. Wrecker was an enthusiastic assistant storyteller, gesturing broadly from his position leaned against the wall across from the small table. There wasn’t space to seat all of them, so Wrecker had volunteered to stand.

Echo perched on the end of the bench between Tech and Crosshair, nodding along to the stories but casting the occasional glance between Hunter and Cross. He had made sure they were seated at the opposite ends of the table, hoping the distance would be enough to avert an argument. Hunter’s less than enthusiastic response to Crosshair’s presence was affecting Omega as well; every time she laughed at one of Crosshair’s retorts she quickly glanced up at the long-haired Sergeant, gauging his reaction. For Crosshair’s part, he pointedly ignored Hunter, and Echo supposed that was the best he could hope for.

When Crosshair disappeared outside, seeking respite from the noise and the scrutiny of his brothers, Hunter silently slipped from his seat to follow him.

The sniper hadn’t gone far, stopped under the wing of the Marauder as he tipped a toothpick from its pack and placed it between his teeth. He leaned against the ship with his head tilted back, breathing out a sigh as his face dropped into a worried frown.

Hunter didn’t try and disguise his approach, taking up position beside Crosshair with shoulders hunched and tense. He glanced up, still not used to seeing his older brother with a patch covering his eye instead of the hard but familiar glare that was usually framed by the crosshair tattoo.

When he spoke he couldn’t control the challenge in his voice.

“Why are you really here, Crosshair? It’s not a coincidence.”

Crosshair chewed for a moment on his toothpick. Then, “Echo called. Said the kid needed me,” he said truthfully.

Hunter bristled. “What does she need you for that one of us can’t help with?” he asked, an edge of hurt roughening his words.

“Getting out of Tantiss, for one,” hissed Crosshair, rounding on his smaller brother. For a moment they locked gazes, glowering, before Crosshair turned away. “Think what you want. I don’t care.”

Hunter took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I’m sorry, Crosshair,” he said quietly, facing out across the landing bay instead of looking at his brother. “I’m grateful for what you did. Bringing Omega back to us.”

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

For a while silence stretched between them, strained. Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his chin down in thought.

“How’s the aim?” he asked at last.

Crosshair merely grunted.

Hunter could sense the tension radiating from him even without his enhancements. He didn’t need to be told how losing an eye affected Crosshair’s depth perception – what that meant for a sniper.

“It’s… getting better,” Crosshair admitted at last. “The biggest problem is the muscle memory. I keep bringing my rifle up to…”

He trailed off.

Hunter gently knocked his shoulder against his brother’s. “You’ll get it back. It’ll take time to train to use your off-side.”

Crosshair rounded on him with a snarl, but seeing the genuine concern in Hunter’s face he softened. “Yeah,” he agreed, leaning back against the Marauder. He flicked his toothpick away, then almost immediately brought out a fresh one.

“So,” said Hunter after a moment. “What does Omega need you for?”

“Perhaps if you’d leave me alone for five minutes she’d come and tell me,” said Crosshair with a humourless smile. He tilted his head a little, glancing down at his brother. “You know, there’s going to be things she doesn’t want you to know. It’s good she has someone else to turn to.”

Hunter’s mouth turned down. “Why wouldn’t Omega come to me with a problem?” he asked.

“Because she cares what you think of her,” Crosshair told him. “She doesn’t want you to see her making mistakes.” Then, barely audible, “I know how that feels.”

“If she’s in trouble I want to be there for her.”

For a moment Crosshair stiffened, and he bit hard onto his toothpick. Hunter grimaced, tattooed face contorting with guilt.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he said quietly, voice raw.

Crosshair resumed chewing on his toothpick. Eventually he sighed.

“Forget it.”

His words were twisted with bitterness and worse – resignation.

Hunter took a shaky breath. “Are we ever going to be good again, Crosshair?”

“You and me?” Crosshair’s gaze was distant, unfocused. He shook his head. “No.”

Beside him, Hunter tensed.

“But I owe the kid. If she needs me, you can call. It doesn’t have to be Echo.”

Hunter nodded, jaw clenched tightly.

Crosshair turned to him, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. His one eye narrowed, then softened. Reaching out, he ruffled Hunter’s hair, ignoring his younger brother’s half-hearted snarl of protest at the treatment.

“Come on, vod’ika. Let’s go back inside. I can play nice for one night, for Omega.”

*

“You called me out here for this?” Crosshair hissed, rolling his eyes at Echo. He turned the stuffed toy over in his hands, inspecting the damage.

“You’re the best at this kind of job,” Echo said defensively, arms crossed over his chest. “Your stitching has always been the neatest out of all of us.”

“You could have had Tech do this,” muttered Crosshair, but stopped when he saw Omega’s worried face. He gave a sigh, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’ll repair the dumb toy.”

Omega threw her arms round his neck once more, burying her face in his shoulder. “You’re the best, Crosshair.”

“Get off me,” he said without heat, gently prising the girl away from him. “Alright, do you have what I need?”

“I found needle and thread in the medical kit,” said Echo, indicating where they were.

“And the missing ear?”

“Chewed to pieces in the criceto nest, I’m afraid.”

Crosshair paused half-way through threading the needle. “What?” he asked, surprise smoothing some of the careworn lines from his face. “You got a criceto?”

“She’s called Stardust,” said Omega in a small voice.

Crosshair looked between them and gave a grunt of amusement. “Hunter really is getting soft.” He ruffled Omega’s hair gently, just like he had with Hunter. “Alright kid, so your pet chewed Lula and there’s no ear left for me to sew back on. Where can we get some red fabric to make a new one?”

Echo coughed. Crosshair glanced at him, then a wicked grin spread on his face.

“Got it.”

*

Omega padded softly past her sleeping brothers in their bunks and let herself into the cockpit. A silver-haired head faced away from her; Crosshair, sitting alone in the pilot’s chair. He didn’t turn, or give any indication that he registered her presence.

Closing the door behind her, she approached Crosshair and stood silently by his side. The sniper held a narrow tube of red fabric in his hands, running precise stitches down the seam.

Crosshair paused, flicking his gaze to her, and subtly shifted his position. Omega took the cue and crawled into his lap.

“If Wrecker doesn’t kill me, then Hunter definitely will,” she lamented, tucking into Crosshair’s side and resting her head on his shoulder.

A vibration of a supressed chuckle spread through him. “Most certainly,” he agreed in his driest voice, looping his arms round her loosely so he could continue sewing. “You’re done for. The best you can hope for is a swift death.”

Omega pouted. “You’re not helping,” she complained, and Crosshair jostled her gently.

“Do you want me to fix this or not?”

“Yes,” she said meekly. “Please.”

They settled into silence, Crosshair’s hands moving swiftly as he pulled thread through the new ear he was making. Omega retrieved Lula from the Marauder’s console and dug her fingers into the hole in the toy’s head, stirring the stuffing inside.

“What if they’re so mad they don’t want me around any more?” she asked in a small voice. “What if they banish me from the Batch?”

Crosshair gave a derisive snort, his breath stirring the girl’s hair. “You can come live with me,” he said, eyes never leaving his task.

“Do you mean that?”

“Sure.” A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth, his usual sarcasm absent. “I’ll get a bigger ship. A two-man fighter.”

Omega snuggled her face into his chest, wrapping one arm around his waist. “Can Stardust come too?”

“I don’t know about that. She sounds like trouble.”

Omega giggled despite herself. “Yeah. She can be,” she said, remembering Hunter’s red-cheeked embarrassment the first time Stardust had escaped and he hadn’t been able to track her. At least Tech had tamed the little criceto with bribes of treats since then.

Turning the fabric tube to hide the seam inside, Crosshair stuffed it with spare criceto bedding and took Lula from Omega’s hands, starting to attach the new ear. Omega watched sleepily, boneless and relaxed against her brother. Before long she started to doze.

*

Omega was vaguely aware of strong arms wrapping round her and lifting her up, of being cradled against a chest and carried, of being laid into bed and the blanket pulled up over her. A soft-bodied form was tucked in beside her.

She mumbled sleepily, not awake enough to form words. A hand rested on her head, long fingers stroking through her hair. Omega squeezed Lula tightly and burrowed into the blankets, giving a soft, contented sigh as she drifted back to sleep.

*

“Where’s my bandana?” Hunter muttered, still half-asleep and rubbing his face as he pulled back the blankets on his bunk. He ran his hand through his unruly hair, strands curling into his eyes now they weren’t tamed by his usual headgear.

“It must be around somewhere,” Tech told him, heading for the cockpit. Crosshair was gone and they were preparing to depart themselves.

“Wrecker,” called Omega from her bedroom, her voice shaking just a little. “Can you come over here?”

The big clone lumbered up the gangway to the gunner’s mount. “What’s up, kid?” he asked with a grin, resting his forearms on the floor of her small room.

Omega shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his eyes. “I want to tell you something,” she said, then rested her small hand over his large one. She looked at him at last, mouth downturned in an unhappy line. “I had an accident with Lula.”

Wrecker chuckled. “Whatcha do, spill somethin’ on her? Tech’s always tellin’ me to be more careful about that. Don’t worry, whatever it is usually washes right out!”

“No, it’s not that.” Omega sniffed, trying to hold back tears and keep her voice from wobbling. “I b-b-broke her. But Echo called Crosshair and Crosshair fixed her and-”

She pulled the tooka toy out from under her pillow.

“I hope it’s okay.”

Wrecker withdrew his hand from Omega’s and took hold of Lula, cradling her delicately as he stroked his fingertips over her right ear. It was now red all the way to the base, and where the new ear joined the toy’s head, there was a small bow with a familiar skull at the centre.

“Omega! I love it!”

Omega jerked her head up from where she had been looking miserable.

“You do?”

“Ha hah!” Wrecker grabbed her in one arm, dragging her to the edge of the gunner’s mount so he could hug her and Lula together. “It’s adorable! I’d never have thought to make a BOW for Lula to wear!”

Smooshing the plush tooka into his face, Wrecker kissed the beloved toy between her ears. “You look great, Lula,” he told the toy, beaming from ear to ear. “I’m sorry I never made you anythin’ pretty to wear before now!” He turned his grin on Omega, laughing. “Is this why you said she was hibernatin’? Tryin’ to keep it a surprise ‘til it was ready?”

“Uh… yeah,” said Omega lamely, stunned in the face of Wrecker’s excitement. “So you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? You had me worried when you said you broke her, but she looks just fine to me!” And with that Wrecker sauntered off happily, Lula tucked under his arm.

Echo appeared in the space Wrecker had vacated. He was wearing a knowing smile.

“I think we got away with that, don’t you?” he asked casually.

Omega nodded fervently. Somehow Wrecker hadn’t noticed the difference between Lula’s original ear and the new one.

“Maybe next time, keep Lula a bit further away from Stardust’s cage,” Echo smiled wryly. “Cheer up, kid. It all worked out in the end.”

At last Omega found her smile again. “Yeah. You’re right, Echo.” She reached over and petted the edge of the cage fondly. “And next time we go somewhere cold, I’m going to make sure Stardust has as much bedding as she needs!”

Hunter’s voice floated down the ship; Omega and Echo shared a guilty grin.

“Has anyone seen my bandana?”

Much like @kybercrystals94 original Stardust fic this is based off of a true life story. In that it was Lucky Rabbit who bore the brunt of hamster-based attentions to an ear, and my mum painstakingly retrieved chewed bits of fluff from the hamster cage and sewed him back together for me. I was about eight :)

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Warmer | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 3600 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Fem!Reader, blowjobs, oral (reader receiving), slight snowballing if you squint, implied risk of getting caught by ye ole parents! :D

"Goodnight!" 

The candle in your palm flickers vibrantly as you ease the door to a shut, set into a frenzy by the subtle breeze born from even this tiny motion. In your grasp, the icy metal of the knob burns right through you, eating away at your already cold hand. 

Aside from this singular sugar cookie-scented candle, your bedroom is nothing but darkness. Not a singular light, even from your cellphone, lying on the bedside table with its empty battery. Some good that the portable power bank was; charging by about five percent of your battery life per hour. 

A hamster on a wheel would be faster than this.

Fortunately, it's much warmer under your sheets, and the discomfort that comes with being under so many heavy sheets is much easier to ignore. It's hard to complain when you don't have any other options.

The only other options you have are starting a fire right here in your bed or snuggling into the never-ending furnace that is Rhett Abbott. Neither are feasible options, unfortunately. Not when a fire risks burning the house down, and you have no way of contacting Rhett. If he's responded to your texts about the surprise snowfall, you haven't received anything.

Thank you, phone battery, for running dry just minutes after the snowfall knocked the electricity out. 

You wonder if Rhett's got power over on his ranch. Surely he doesn't; usually, if one house in Wabang doesn't have electricity, the rest of the town is having much of the same luck. Fortunately for him, though, he always has the luxury of packing up and moving into a motel for the night. 

You don't. Not when your father is the local pastor and makes it a point that you all stay because there is always a family to help. Someone always needs shelter, he says.

Outside, the icy wind blows harder, howling as it whips around the house, squeezing through the tiny cracks of your window. You can feel the already low-temperature drop even further; any lower, and you're sure that it may start snowing in here. Another gust of wind and your window audibly clunks, perhaps contracting from the cold. 

Just as you're snuggling further into the heavy blankets, the window makes that sound again. Strange, is it cracking? Can cold wind even break a window? Flickering your eyes open, you peek over at the window. It doesn't exactly look broken; in fact, it looks just the same as it always has. 

Something black pops up from below, striking the window. There's that noise again.

Oh.

Every fiber in your body screams at you to get back into bed, crawl under the covers, and hibernate until Spring, but your feet hit the cold floor all the same. Only beginning to regret it when you raise the window, letting all that damned cold air in, just for the sake of foolishly sticking your head outside. 

"Rhett, what the fuck are you doing?" You hiss, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Even in the dark, you can see the whites of Rhett's teeth as he smiles up at you, giddy. "Hi."

There's not a single footprint on the lawn; you're sure he's walked through the tire tracks rather than across the yard. He's gotten smart. Last time, he did leave prints, and your father called the police to file a report because he thought someone was trespassing to peek in the windows at night. 

The rope fire escape ladder is just as cold in your hands as you remove it from its box and lower the end of it out the window. It's so quiet in the house that you're almost afraid that even the soft clicking of the material against the wall will disturb your parents. Nobody comes, though. Not even as Rhett clambers up, gracefully smacking the back of his head up against the windowsill.

"What in the world are you doing here?" It's late; you don't know how late, but it feels late.  

There's that goofy grin again, so big that his eyes crinkle with it, and he can barely form his next words, "well, how else am I supposed to make sure my baby is safe and warm during a blizzard?"

If it were physically possible, your eyes could just roll right into the back of your head and never come back out. 

"Is that so?" As you slowly shut your window, careful not to make any sounds that will disturb your parents, Rhett wraps himself around you. 

Wandering hands wrapping around your waist, drawing his warm, firm chest up against your back, "what? You don't believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you," turning in his grasp, you're pleased to find that he's already bending down to meet your eye, allowing you to rub your cold noses together with ease, "I just think you wanted to cuddle."

He can't argue with that, not when he's proven in the past that he can and will make a two-hour trip just to sleep with you in his arms one more night. The gentle nudge of blunt fingernails and flickering of eyes, dancing between you and the bed, is enough all on its own. Just a few wayward steps and you're falling back into the nest of blankets you've accumulated.

A nest of blankets that, suddenly, wasn't worth your time because a walking furnace is settling right next to you. His head settles onto the same pillow as you, legs tangling together as big arms encircle you once more. You're sure he'd draw you into his chest, your head tucked just under his chin if he wasn't so keen on kissing you right now.

"What the hell..." his eyebrows furrow, leaning in to steal a kiss from your lips again. It's hard to talk when he's kissing you again, pausing and then stealing one more, stubbornly trying to figure out this conundrum on his own. "Why do your lips taste like mint?"

Oh, that. 

"Candy cane flavored chapstick," you offer, "you can taste it?"

Humming, he comes back to get another taste of you, "sure can, sunshine." 

If you'd known he was coming, maybe you would have put on one of those sparkly lip glosses your Aunt gifted you for Christmas. You still remember the last time you wore one. When Rhett kissed you silly before a rodeo, and he had to get on a bull with his lips still sparkling from you. How they still glistened in that dingy bar, and how pale that girl's face got when she realized why. 

That's a memory you'll savor when you're alone. Right now, you're too distracted by the soft suction at your bottom lip, the teeth that nip at it. His presence so warm that you can feel your cold bones begin to thaw, replaced with a growing, flaming need for something you can't put your finger on.

These little fleeting pecks aren't enough, short, chaste lip locks that don't fully allow you to savor the man that's tracing his nails up and down your spine. It's not enough, not when his thigh unintentionally squirms higher, pressing against you in the subtlest of ways. Your hands knot in his shirt, pulling him closer to you, trying for something more. 

Rhett chuckles against your lips, "and here you thought I had ulterior motives."

Nonetheless, he gives you what you want. A flush of relief rolls through you as he pushes you onto your back, effortlessly rolling on top of you. Rhett's never denied a request such as this, not when he's actively holding himself back from bending you over every time he sees you, but it still makes you nervous to ask. 

The weight that settles on top of you is so deliciously familiar; him, all of him pressed up against you, so close that you can smell his aftershave and the artificial strawberry of his shampoo. Hungry lips tangle with yours, licking at your lower lip with each kiss but not quite letting your tongues meet. 

A calloused thumb strokes at the meet of your jaw, gentle but firm, holding you there whilst he does as he pleases. Your hand twitches against his neck, overcome with the urge to tangle your fingers into those long curls resting against his nape and to pull. And that is exactly what you do.

Rhett's lips fall open with a gasp, and that is truly all you need to surge up, your impatient tongue tangling with his. They dance together with perfect, needy synchrony, meeting and exploring with each long, messy lock of lips. His hand dips down, effortlessly slipping its way under your shirt and creeping upward until it cups a soft breast. The rough drag of his thumb against your soft nipple is enough to have you squirming below him.

"So impatient," he mutters, smile forming against your lips, "love when you get like this."

One more peck against your lips, and then he's kissing his way across your cheek, taking special care to nibble at your jaw as he passes over it on his way down. Wet tongue tickling down the sensitive skin of your neck, bypassing in favor of sinking his teeth into your exposed collarbone, hard enough to leave a subtle indent that his tongue quickly soothes over. 

Cold air nips at your skin as he pushes your shirt up, high enough for him to have access to your breasts but not quite asking you to take the garment off. Even in the dark of the room, you can see the fond twinkle in his eye as he plants a kiss right between them. 

"So pretty," he praises, and oh, what a wondrous feeling his tongue against your nipple is. 

It doesn't stay long; a few swirls of his tongue, and then he's moving on to give the other one equal treatment. You can just about feel the ice forming in the saliva he's left behind, and you suppose that's why he's so sparing with them for once, tucking the shirt back over them when he's done. 

Your hips rise at the same time his fingers hitch over the hem of your panties, tugging them down with such ease, only taking his mouth off your skin long enough to get the fabric fully off you. 

"Rhett—!"

"—shh," taking his mouth off our cunt for just long enough to get his words out, "don't want your parent's wakin' up, do we?" 

His tongue is so hot against you, like a wet flame. It spreads you open so easily, tickling at your entrance and then up, up, up until it can swirl around that already swollen bud. If you weren't wet before, you are now, downright dripping with his saliva as he settles into a comfortable routine. 

"Poor preacher would have a heart attack," speaking directly into you, deep voice vibrating against where you're most sensitive, "seein' a man eatin' his daughter's sweet little pussy." 

As if to emphasize his filthy words, big hands settle upon the backs of your knees, raising them up until they're comfortably settled over his broad shoulders. Thighs caging his face as he sucks on your clit like it's candy. 

Again, your fingers itch to curl into his messy hair, and that's exactly what you do; grip locking the back of his head and weakly holding him there. Rhett groans directly into you, leaning further into you as if he can't get enough. That tongue swirls back and forth, over and over, until your hips squirm in an effort to escape it. 

He has a little bit of mercy on you, momentarily leaving your pulsating clit in favor of tracing the thin rim of your entrance. Then dipping in, once, twice, the tip of his nose nudging your clit with each motion before he pulls back just enough to wet two of his fingers with his own tongue. 

"Such a tight little thing," he cooes, thick fingers easing into you as he speaks. 

They're already crooked, so well-versed that they don't even need to try to find the little spot resting against your gummy inner walls. Perfectly rough callouses spiral right against it, leaving your thighs spasming and clenching around Rhett's head.

It's hard not to miss that big smile, barely concealed by your sex, as he returns to working your clit. You're whining, squirming helplessly below him as he devours everything you have to offer him and then some. It's too much, too much.

Darkened eyes flicker up at you, eagerly drinking in your expression, "come on, sweet thing," pausing to suck gently at your clit, fingers quickening, such simple actions that make you tremble, "cum on my face."

You barely even feel it coming on; just a few simple words, and it's snowballing into an avalanche. One, two, three, four more flicks of his tongue against you, and your back is arching, legs just about locking around his head as you cum with a barely concealed whimper. Hips convulsing as Rhett pushes harder against you, licking you through it until your back weakly hits the mattress.

"So good for me," kissing your inner thigh, he sits back on his haunches, finally letting your legs fall from his shoulders. Even from just his fingers, you can feel yourself clenching around nothing as they ease out of you, so starkly empty compared to before. 

You can't see it, but you can feel a familiar hardness press against your hip when he comes back up to you, wet lips pecking your own. Your open palm finds him, pressing lightly against the bulge in his slacks, and now it's Rhett's turn to whine into the quiet, open air.

"You don't have to worry about me," he murmurs, hair falling into his face as he speaks, "you should be tired, yeah?"

The very notion of it has you yawning, unintentionally triggering one from your sleepy-eyed cowboy as well. Even so, you don't think you can ever be too tired to see his eyelashes flutter as he cums on your tongue. 

"Not too tired for you," as if to emphasize your statement, you pat your chest, "just don't feel like sitting up, is all."

Rhett's eyes flicker, back and forth between your chest and you, as if he's waiting on you to change your mind. Even as you reach up to push his hair back behind his ear, you don't falter on your words. 

Slow, he sits up, swinging a leg over your chest to straddle you so close that you can just barely catch glimpse of him straining against the material of his pants. Still too hesitant to put his weight down on you, but that's just fine, all you have to do is push yourself up against the headboard a little, and you've got the perfect angle. 

There's no hesitation in the way you find the zipper of his pants, the soft fleece giving so easily as you gently reach inside. All you do is grasp him, nothing more, but he lets out a heavy breath, dropping his head into the arms he's folded atop your headboard. 

"Sensitive?" To which he nods. 

"Just a little," and you're sure he'd fuss more if it weren't for the circumstances. 

It's clear in the way he hides his face in the crook of his arm that this simple change in position has flustered him. All of that confidence long melted away. Yet, he's still just as hard as ever, heavy in your palm as you work him out of his cotton confines. Already leaks into your loose grasp, easily slicking your thumb as you run it along the soft skin of his head. Usually, he's only like this when...

"Something tells me you've been like this for more than a few minutes," you observe quietly. Tentatively, your hand circles around him and slowly strokes downward, and he just about jumps out of his skin.

"More or so the past week," his voice strained. There's a slight tremble in his thighs as your hand glides back up, one you're certain hasn't been brought on by the cold. "I hope you're happy that you've ruined my hand for me, doll."

It's a blessing that there isn't a singular light on in the room because you know damn well he'd give you hell for smiling at such a statement. His problem. Your compliment. 

With a firm grip on his chiseled hip bone, you nudge him forward, silently asking him to raise his hips up and toward you. They follow your lead, timidly drawing closer until you can comfortably bring your tongue to his tip, wetly swirling around it and reveling in the breathy gasp it elicits. Then, urging him forward once more until the plush head slides past your parted, swollen lips. 

"Baby," Rhett's just barely audible, even as he groans under the wise workings of your tongue, soft swirls, and chasings of veins that run along the underside of his cock.

Hollowing your cheeks, you bring him closer, those muscled hips ever so pliant and willing under your grasp. It's so easy this way, able to do nothing but focus on leading him and sucking in each and every inch he has to offer until he's bumping the back of your throat. You hold him there for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, then draw him back. 

Above you, Rhett pants like a dog, hips beginning to tremble in your hand as you lead him into a rhythm that, even despite the slowness, he struggles to maintain. So sensitive, you reckon the last time he got off was the last time he saw you. When you surprised him at an out-of-town rodeo two weeks ago, and he just about missed his ride because he was too busy laying you down in the front seat of that old GMC. 

He's still too quiet, even with the risk of your parents overhearing; you need to hear him. Breathing heavily through your nose on this next slow thrust of his hips, you push your head forward, easing him just centimeters further down your throat. Draw him back, and then again, further this time. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," finally, he peeks out from behind the crook of his elbow, keening high in his throat as you hold him there and swallow around him, "feels good." 

It's not the furthest you've managed to take him, but it's the most comfortable, and by God, he does not complain either way. Baby blues glisten as they watch you take him, slowly but surely becoming more confident in his motions until he's properly fucking his cock in and out of your eager mouth. 

Outside your bedroom, the floorboards creak under the weight of someone, likely your mother, on their way to the bathroom across the hall. Rhett's breath hitches. You keep going, downright smiling around him as you intentionally bring him even further down your throat for a fleeting second, just to feel him jolt above you. 

God, isn't it a hell of a sight to see Rhett Abbott reach up and clamp his own hand over his mouth to stay quiet. 

Those footsteps continue past your room, pausing momentarily, and for a second, you're concerned that maybe they can hear you sucking idly at the head of his cock like it's a damn lollipop. Then, you're blessed with the sound of a bathroom door creaking shut.

Rhett's cock twitches in that telltale way it always does when he's close. You draw him back in, jaw aching as you suck him down once more. Those pretty eyes screw themselves shut with the tiniest whimper, just barely concealed. Keening higher and higher in his throat as you work him with everything you've got. 

Drawing back once more, your tongue spirals, once, twice, thrice, before his entire body twitches above you, and hot, salty cum hits your waiting tongue. You swallow around him, with each and every spurt and twitch of his throbbing cock. His whimper just barely concealed by the sound of water flushing across the hall. 

You don't have time to let him go; one tap of your tongue at his sensitive head, and he jolts backward, popping out of your mouth, a small rope of pearly white hitting your lips. 

Breathless, he leans down the best he can, hands gripping your chin and lifting your head just high enough for him to kiss you. Unphased by the cum that winds up mixing between your lips.

"Rhett—"

"—don't care 'bout it," and by God does he not, eager tongue licking into your mouth the same way it always does, teasing at your bottom lip until you grant him access. 

It's dizzying, your already breathless lungs burning as he kisses you, and you're sure he must taste himself; hell, you can still taste him. 

"Can I stay with you?" He murmurs, ever so quiet as footsteps squeak back to their respective bedroom. 

"I'm not sure how well I can hide you," both of you frown at your words; you both know that the bedroom door doesn't lock anymore, the mechanism probably as old as Perry. And no amount of made-up stories can cover up for when one of your parents walks in.

That knowledge doesn't make the downward turn of his lips any less painful; even running your hands through his hair, nails scraping his scalp in the way he likes, doesn't make it go away. 

"...but I can stay with you," you offer, timid all of a sudden, "can lie, say I went somewhere to get warmer, and hope for the best." 

The corner of his lip turns upward, "I take it; I'm that somewhere to get warmer?"

Neither of you needs a verbal answer to that; you already know just what warmer might entail. 

[ben-wisehart]

hi! do you ever feel like the bingqiu fandom is binghe biased? like a lot of the time its giving.. “wow binghe is our little precious bun who deserves the world and more! ..oh and stinky neet loser sqq is so blessed to have him lul” it feels unfair towards sqq :( it makes me sad hes no ones fave but thats okay like whatever right? but even when its bingqiu hes treated like an afterthought. like we have binghe fans criticising sqq for not doing more, sj fans are frankly delusional, sqh fans think hes “too mean” to their precious hamster, liushen fans only like him bc hes a good hole/dick for lqg (obligatory “not all men” lol) idk i only follow a handful of svsss twt accs because no one seems to like him, he feels either tolerated or treated as a gag character lol 🥹

i just dislike a lot of fanon bingqiu i think? i read all the books before hopping on twitter and i see some absolute rancid takes on there like the woobification of Shaun(tm) qinghua and jiumei.. which is easy enough to avoid tbf so whatever floats their boat idc. but when i follow bingqiu accs, it feels like OC x OC rather than ~bingqiu~ if that makes sense? like i LOVE the manipulative crybaby domtop x flustered thin face subby pillow princess they have going on!! and fanon bingqiu is just.. not it? and obv id never send hate or anything (i just block and keep it moving) but it makes it kinda sucky when the fandom is already teeny tiny and a large chunk of the fandom isnt what i envisioned/expected i guess which is so odd! when they essentially erase canon!! if it’s like some queerbaity ship or whatever, people can characterise them however they want but its like CANON how they act/are in bed/etc and its all taken away!!! idk im probably just whining sorry 😭

(i included all my thoughts here sorry for the spam!!)

hey, thanks for stopping by!! I definitely know what you mean with regards to SQQ, but I will assure you that there are very much still plenty of dedicated "sqq mains" out there. My sphere of influence on twitter is heavily biased toward people for whom sqq is their favourite character, so maybe I'm not getting a representative sample of the fandom overall, but he's definitely a very well loved character and has more than his fair share of people who do him justice in their writing and for whom he's their primary blorbo!! I remember posting this on reddit a while back and more than half of the responses (though admittedly a small sample size) had him as their fave. So, I don't think he's without appreciation!

But with that said, I do get where you’re coming from. I’m not gonna talk about readers who take his actions in bad faith and actively dislike him (HOW??), but as you’ve said, even among people who do like him, we don’t always understand him as well as we could. Most fans do get on some level that he’s an unreliable narrator, but it’s still very common for people to take him at face value and completely miss his depth. He’s a funny little guy with amusing narration, but he’s also kind and selfless, and he’s also smart and witty, and obnoxious and annoying, and frankly pretty insensitive, and deeply, deeply traumatised—and a million other things! He has layers.

I think all popular characters in fandom will inevitably start getting boiled down to a few key traits. And as somebody who’s been writing fic for 15 years, it’s really hard not to let your own biases colour your portrayal? I absolutely do it with SQQ!! I focus on his kinder, warmer aspects and downplay his flaws, I’ll readily admit that. We all get drawn to a favourite character for a certain trait, and that trait becomes the grit around which our interpretations form. If you’re somebody that likes silly characters, you’re going to write SQQ and dial his silliness up to eleven. If you like kind characters, you’ll write SQQ with emphasis on his kindness. None of these traits are OOC in and of themselves, but if you start to only read fanfic and don’t revisit the source material, you can get lost in what’s popular and forget all the depth that actually made them interesting in the first place. And once you’ve grown attached to a particular version of the characters in your head, it can be really hard to let go of it. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I'll add that I think protagonists are just particularly prone to this happening because they're usually the one the audience relates to most.

Idk if any of that really addresses the stuff you were talking about. You mentioned dom top Binghe/pillow princess sqq and to be honest I’m kind of reluctant to talk about this in depth because I’ve received negative comments in the past for supposedly being anti-bottom Binghe, when all I’ve ever said on this matter is that I think it’s a bit weird to insist that “I’m scared of hurting you so I might as well let you do it” is proof that Binghe is canonically a bottom. The fact that someone found that statement so threatening to their view of the characters that they would go to my ao3 page, click on the first fic they saw that happened to feature bottom SQQ and leave their holier-than-thou anonymous opinion there is just bizarre to me.

To be honest tho, it tends to be Binghe characterisation that puts me off moreso than Shen Qingqiu. The only SQQ characterisation that truly bothers me is when people write him as willing to hurt Binghe, or willing to do anything with underage Binghe, but there is a LOT of Binghe stuff that I’m sensitive too. Idk if you read this thread of mine but like, even my friends whom I love make “Binghe stalking/imprisoning/"atticwifing" SQQ” jokes and these bother me way more than any random stranger saying SQQ would get off on spanking Binghe.

And like, it’s kind of hard because objectively, Binghe is a very dark character, so it doesn't feel particularly OOC to say he would do those things, but it's about framing. It bothers me when the emphasis is on how fucked up he is and not how hard he's trying, because it implies a level of futility that I just don’t think is there in canon. To me the beauty of him is in how much doing right by SQQ doesn't come naturally to him, but he ultimately decides to do it anyway because he wants SQQ to be happy. (I feel it needs to be said that I don't mean this in a judgy "if you write dark Binghe you don't understand him and are a bad person" way. Just that I myself can't handle that, and I strongly disagree if you think it's where Bingqiu's relationship is headed).

but idk, I've found my corner and I'm very happy here. I actually don't read fic as often as you'd think, mostly because I am sooooo picky, so I totally get where you're coming from :) but the fandom is still decently sized and very diverse, so there are always going to be at least a few people who share your feelings, if you can find them!

[j0kers-light]

Hiii, I just wanted to give you my thoughts about reader who goes by the nickname puppy instead of bunny.

I know Joker is so bunny nickname coded but just hear me out, super nice and friendly reader! almost too clueless for her own good, making friends everywhere and just having like a million of extra activities just so she doesn't get bored, having a few hobbies every week and when Joker realizes and buys her a lot of stuff so she has the best material to work with, she has already dropped them because it was too boring! reader who can eat any type of meat and loves burgers, salad? what is that?

"J, I already told you grass is for the cows, don't give me that, where are my chicken nuggets?"

Have you seen how dogs pick everything their owner gives them (Maybe a stuffed animal) and they carry it to their bed because they think that no one can touch it there so they have a lot of stuff there? That's her, Joker has found too many weird things there (His purple tie, Joker's last favorite candies, a HAMSTER???? I hc Joker is afraid of rodents so he would never look in her bed if she adopted a new pet, right???)

She plays dumb most of the time like. "Oh, your name is Frost? No, I'm sure it was Tom, you have changed it, haven't you?" Like YES SHE DID KNOW YOUR NAME IS FROST.

Y/N just likes everyone thinking she is dumb because then she can do anything she wants and just get away with it, people genuinely thinks she is dumb but of course she is not, she'd say she has forgotten the names of her co-workers but then will tell you anything you want to know about their life as if she had learnt it by heart.

I also hc her being bestfriends with Neo and Mac, like REALLY friends and Joker is so jealous about it.

Mac is funny, really is, and sweet. He gives good advices so she tells him everything she knows she can't tell Joker (Her pretending to be dumb just for the fun of it causes people to think she is dumb and after some time her coworkers start laughing at her face and criticizing her behind her back, she does feel upset and she even cried infront of them once or twice :((( ) She tells him the kind of things she knows she can't tell Joker because he'll kill them.

Mac has to tell Joker because he is actually forced by contract, and she refuses to talk to Mac ever again, and surprisingly Joker is the one who has to tell reader to quit that because he knows thats his henchmen make her happy.

And Neo is just fun! He goes with her to parties and lets her drink, he is the one who plays ONE with her at midnight because she can't sleep at Joker's hideout and she doesn't want to wake him up because she knows J needs to sleep.

She kind of has a sibling bond with them and Joker knows he can't break it because it'll make her feel too upset.

She is the little sister, of course, always running around the hideout and getting herself in trouble because she knows that the other henchmen can't do anything to her, then hiding from Frost Neo and Mac because they do.

She is the kind of reader who doesn't care about what Joker has done, its not to her so she doesn't care, other people are mean and bad.

But if J hurts an animal (ofc by accident, he is not THAT type of monster) Then she won't talk to him in WEEKS.

She has a heart of gold and its not like she doesn't have self love, but she knows Joker doesn't mean the ugly things he says to her so she won't leave his side nor get mad.

But she really is sensitive, she gets upset easily.

Joker has to remind her to drink water because if she is running around with Neo she forgets, she only cares about catching him. (She doesn't have a chance but when Joker glares at him he has to slow down)

I think she works at a museum, probably, girl loves history. (Joker has noticed she has a weird crush in Napoleon Bonaparte???) Or maybe she is a teacher, history teacher at highschool.

But the cool type, the type that is always making activities with them and never does an exam.

"Hey, J, you think you can find me 60 cardboard for tomorrow? Need 'em for work." And he is like ??? Its 11 p.m. on a saturday night Y/n what do you expect him to do????

She also tried to paint Joker's face with a black marker while he was sleeping.

Reader leaves doodles in post-its around the house for him to find, when he asks about it she plays dumb again.

Joker would love to make her go really dumb (blink blink) so she stops playing that card.

She really likes hanging out with Frost to be honest, and he has kind of warmed up with her, now she knows his favorite color and she keeps buying him blue things (I don't care, his favorite color is blue in my mind) He politely acceptes her blue bottle caps.

She managed to know most of the things she know about Joker herself, how??? she would never tell you ('Politely' asked Frost, we don't know what she did to him but he is still scared of her today) She never tells Joker that she already knows what he is telling her, that would be mean!

She is a sweetheart but managed to shoot Batman in the leg when he was beating up Joker.

Neo didn't know when she had 'borrowed' it, but she told Joker that she knows how to use guns because her father was a hunter and taught her.

Joker takes her to a few easy missions, she doesn't know whats going on most of the time but is happy to be there, oh but if someone TOUCHES Joker, she'll bite their necks off (I SWEAR)

J likes to think she is as crazy as him, maybe she is but won't tell him.

GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH IM SORRY

*blinks in shock*

I didn’t even know you could write that much in the ask box… wow. I don’t think I should say anything, you already summarized your point 🥰

[mlbigbang]

2022 Post-Reveal Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

seven is my lucky number by @miabrown007 49,000 words, Teen, 14/14 chapters

“Dating you, platonically, and moving in with you, platonically, that’s definitely optimal! No problem at all!” Chat Noir said to Ladybug, and realistically, it should have been true. He was having a crush on Marinette for the longest time. *** aka post-reveal pre-relationship roommates. but is it really pre-relationship if they are fake-dating?

"It has some very fun dynamics going on both between Adrien and Marinette and them and the rest of the cast, and some of the most insane [positive] Adrien characterisation I've seen."

"A lovely, fun, roommates-PRPR-fake-dating-college AU that is incredibly well written! It also comes with a playlist, which is fun."

"HILARIOUS. One of my personal favorite things is when the lovesquare is being stupid, and they are oh so very stupid in this /pos."

Making Plans and Other Funny Jokes by @valiantlyjollynightmare 1,367 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Alya is stuck in the middle of Adrien and Marinette's proposal and she can't even. But she tries. In which Adrien tries to propose to Marinette, and Alya does her best to make him wait until after Marinette proposes to him.

"Alya ft the Big Adrinette Propose-Off!! this fic is extremely cute, with Alye meddling, for a change, to stop Adrien from proposing before Marinette can do it. hilarity ensues"

5 Times Marinette Dupain-Cheng Confessed to the Wrong Twin (and 1 Time She Didn't) by @sunfoxfic 15,000 words, Teen, 6/6 chapters

Now that Hawk Moth has been unmasked and Paris is settling into a supervillain-free daily routine, Marinette and Adrien's lives couldn't be more difficult. Adrien has no money — Gabriel's accounts were frozen — and Marinette needs out of her house because she's never been more at risk of her parents discovering her identity. Luckily, Félix is looking to move far, far away from home after learning that he's a sentimonster, and Paris is where he's decided to settle. And what's wrong with having a couple roommates, after all?

"Moving together with Adrien is something Marinette can be so cool about. Moving together with Félix can't be more challenging than that. Except, when she tries to finally confess her feelings to her long-time crime fighting partner, and stumbles onto the wrong twin 5 times."

Passengers by @valiantlyjollynightmare 84,841 words, Teen, 19/19 chapters

With Gabriel Agreste behind bars, Emilie Agreste in a coma, and Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities revealed to the world, the two heroes found bitter satisfaction in their victory. Left dealing with too much at once, both focus too hard on pleasing everyone else to take care of themselves as well. Coming to the conclusion that, if they want to be able to help anyone else, they need to help themselves first, Marinette decides it is time for a much-needed break. So she suggests going as far from Paris as possible. And despite his reluctance, Adrien agrees. Heading towards Provence without any real preparations for the trip, they will discover old towns and quaint villages, explore fields of lavender, and finally talk about their feelings. What awaits them is the comfort of one another, a lot of shenanigans and fun, and more than one hotel room with a single bed for them to share.

"PRPR and a roadtrip to the French countryside, what more could I ask for? this fic is so cute and the writing is beautifully evocative. it makes you feel like you're sitting right next to Adrien and Marinette and discover the importance of taking a break from the passenger seat"

Adrien's guide to hamster acquirement by @pauliestorylover 1,367 words, General, 2/2 chapters

“Adrien, mi armour,” Marinette said slowly. “Did you steal a hamster? Again?” There was a hamster in the bathroom.

"Adrien steals hamsters. Need I say more?"

Adrien and His Kittens by @mikauzoran 3,715 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

When Adrien has to cancel on Marinette because one of his foster-children is sick, she comes over to have dinner with the family and help take care of the kids. She also helps Adrien realize that he can have everything he’s always wanted without having to give anything up.

"Adrien being an amazing dad and Marinette being an amazing girlfriend. Such a soft fic!"

Like a princess by plikki 1,024 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

As he helps his fiancé to get dressed for a gala, Adrien can't help thinking about the reverse process afterwards.

The domesticity and their sheer love hit me hard

Learning to See by @jennagrinsoverml 16,264 words, Teen, 3/? chapters

After 10 days of blind dating in the pods, Adrien and Marinette chose each other and got engaged. But the face to face reveal has thrown them for a loop. For Marinette, she came on this show to get over Adrien, and now she unknowingly fell for him again. She fears that he'll never be able to reconcile his love for Thesis with his platonic feelings for his very good friend Marinette. For Adrien, he's always loved Ladybug and wanted to be closer to Marinette, but he knows Adrien's always made her uncomfortable. He worries that the reveal of his identity has caused her to regret choosing him. They're together but they're still pining away, thinking they feel more than the other does. Will they learn to talk openly and vulnerably, the way they used to in the pods? Or will their insecurities drive them apart?

"This is a part 2 to a previous year's big bang fic and I've been hooked since the beginning!"

Adrien "Featherboi" Agreste by GoosefaceXD 2,049 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Hawkmoth, Shadowmoth, whatever his name is, has finally been defeated. Not only that, but Adrien is a sentimonster. Understandably, it's a rather touchy subject for the two of them. Until Ladybug does a Marinette and calls Chat Noir "feather boy".

"Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other's identities. They also have recently found out that Chat Noir (and, therefore, Adrien) is a sentimonster. There's a lot to be upset about from that. Too bad Chat keeps making bad jokes about it, ruining Ladybug's existential crisis she's having on his behalf. Also too bad she (accidentally) started it. A quick one-shot that's equal parts funny and angsty. A little identity crisis isn't going to stop Chat from being Chat, and that means puns. Lots of puns."

NSFW works

The Moment by @miraculouslymundane 1,786 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

When was the right moment to tell your superhero partner(platonic) that you've actually been dating for months? Theoretically speaking. When Adrien and Marinette start dating, Adrien also starts noticing a lot of strange similarities between his superhero partner and his new romantic one. As the months stretch on, the coincidences become harder to ignore.

"It's so sweet and so good!!!"

But Can We? by @miraculouslymundane 915 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

Leaving Ivan and Mylène’s, Adrien and Marinette walked hand in hand back to their place. They tried not to count baby strollers as one after another passed them by. Just a lil thing for a baby fever prompt

"It's so sweet!"

[coconutnutmilk]

Pet

Pt 3/??

It wasnt everyday you find a miniature, thats what Oko thought the moment he found a mouse, a small, stinky guy that hid behind the trash.

The military student walked towards his apartment at the military institute, he could feel the tiny being squirm in his hand since he put it in his pocket, bu he didnt seem concerned about it.

The only thing Oko was thinking was about the price he saw for miniatures clothes, and that he'd need a cage for his new, how he likes to call it, small friend, even if he had no intentions of asking, he was just "happy" to have someone at home that was depended on him.

Happy was a weird way to put it, there were only few times where Oko really felt happy, the first one was from when he was twelve, at school, and the kid that would always call him "weird" or "apatic bitch" fell from the stairs, he felt very happy.

But feeling something in his hands, having control over its life, that was something else, he wondered if kids felt the same way with their pets, since he never had a pet.

But now it was different, finally, he felt happy enough to make a small smile appear on his face, it felt weird to even smile for such little thing, but he didnt have any control over the way his face manifested emotions.

So he walked, calmly, listening to the music, ignoring the little shaking animal he was holding.

He didnt even wondered if the kid had a family or a home to return to, he just "grabbed" him like some lost hamster.

Anyway, the walk wasnt long as it only took less than ten minutes to get back at the institute.

As the student crossed the field where him and his school-mates trained, he took the stairs for the dorm, and grabbed the keys for his room, the closest to the common kitchen.

As he entered the room he took his back-pack off and threw it on the bed, he then took a lunch box, a plastic transparent box and opened it to then leave it on the desk next to the computer.

He felt the mouse in his hand move, pushing his fingers away, or at least trying to, and as he made his grip more firm, he heard a tiny squeak, and slowly took him out of the pocket and looked at it.

Even if the miniature was much smaller than him, Oko could easily see waterfalls from his eyes and sense him tremble in his grip.

-please, please i- cried the tiny, not able to finish his sentence, but even if he screamed the guy wouldnt listen.

It was only a matter of time Oko put him in the box, but of course he had intentions of buying a bigger place for his friend, maybe a hamster cage, miniatures cages were no different, they just had a different material for the flooring, such as foam rubber or other soft, but flat things.

He also thought maybe some toys would be of his liking, but he had to choose them carefully, and to research on what mouses liked.

He looked at the screaming being trapped in the lunch box, it seemed like it was about to have a heart attack, it was pinned to a side, looking at him crying and talking with a loud, but broken voice.

But as Oko looked at the kid, he could only think one thing, "how would he look like with one of those miniatures costumes?" And of course, he was about to find out.

But he had to tell his tutor first, he wasnt the type of guy that kept things secret, he didnt have a private life or a second one, but of course he wouldnt accept a no from the tutor, he was just telling him, not asking.

He gave a last look at the kid, before taking the cap of the lunch box and close it, he heard the muffled squeaks of terror coming from the small guy, but he secured the cap and left, as he needed to tell his tutor as soon as possible.

The kid remained under shock, he was in a lunch box, a plastic lunch box, and it was closed, it wouldnt have been long for the air to finish, he was about to have a heart attack.

-oh god...oh god, for the fucking heaven...- he held his head, trying to control his breathing, it was too much, seeing that screams and begs causes no reaction was horrible, even kids made a concerned face when he screamed at them, but this guy had absolutely no mercy.

The mouse tried to look at the room, it was tidy and clean, there was a single bed, a closet, the desk where he was on, a big window where the kid could only see the sky, and another room that was left a secret, it was the bathroom but dont tell the small guy.

His thoughts were cut off as he noticed how the temperature was raising, he thought he would die of a terrible death, away from the ones that raised him, he lost his parents when he was a newborn, but of course, just like any miniature, his parents lived with many others, so he was raised by the rest of his "family".

And he was about to die, alone, due to low levels of ossigen and high temperature, he didnt want to die, but he had no options, he got comforted the moment he thought he would reach his parents.

But of course the door opened the moment he passed out.

Oko looked at him as he was laying on the box's ground, and opened the cap, making the mouse's chest rise quickly as he started breathing heavily and coughing violently.

The small guy felt a bit off and looked up, seeing his kidnapper, that was towering over him as hed look at him almost as to check his "friend" was allright, -hey lil guy, i thought it would have taken much less, dont worry, i wont close it again- he said, with a lower voice.

The little guy took the opportunity as the giant was "probably" listening -Hey!!- he tried to get his attention, his voice was shaky, and his limbs felt weaker than usual, but he had to at least try to talk to him.

-h-hey u-uhm...s-sir, look i-i need to g-go back- his voice would break at some parts, resulting his whole sentence more of a cry than a bravery.

But the guy didnt seem concerned about his speech, and Just looked at him, -mhh...my tutor will come here any moment now...- he said, before reaching for him.

His hands got closer and the little guy's heart raced, he crawled to a corner and cried -No wait, please listen to me!- he tried to talk to him, but his hands got to him, ignoring his small begs and carefully lifting him in a firm grip.

Oko lifted him slowly as he didnt want to give him nausea, and covered him with the other hand, only scaring him more, to then walk towards the bathroom.

As the mouse saw the very dark room and in a matter of seconds the light explode, he felt weak, nothing was over his control, he couldnt do anything.

He just kept crying and sobbing, feeling the world move around him -please, i c-cant...- he said quietly, his tiny hands clawing his, as to hurt him, but as usual the guy didnt seem to notice.

The mouse could hear the sound of water going as the guy turned the water on to fill a plastic bowl, he never did like baths, if those were the big guy's intentions, but it didnt matter.

The water stopped when the water level almost reached half a finger's height.

After checking the water wasnt too hot nor cold, he looked at the small being and opened his hand a little, leaving the tiny laid on his hand, a bit confused about what was about to happen.

When he saw the second hand reaching for him, he didnt even care about knowing his intentions, he just turned around and went for getting off pf his hand, but of course the giant had better reflexes and closed his hand enough to block him without crushing him -hey, hey now, stay still for a moment will you?- he said calmly but with his usual monotone.

Coin didnt listen to a word and kept struggling and kicking his way to freedom, even if it meant falling from almost two meters, but the guy didnt let it happen and used one finger to block him on the palm of his hand.

With two fingers the guy reached for the shorts of the little guy, and as he noticed, he panicked clearly not wanting a giant to undress him, even if he knew it was just for the bath, he felt violated.

But nothing mattered, he was blocked and had no say in the situation, and when the guy easily undressed him, he had it pressed in his mind, he felt like a toy, his movements were nothing but a bother that was easily crushed.

He stayed frozen on the palm of the hand of his kidnapper, his giant, apatic kidnapper that just took his clothes off without even asking, and cried, he didnt like how everything was going.

Two giant fingers left the tiny clothes he took off of him on the counter and looked at the miniature, the small clothes were wet from the rain and that gave the doubt that the small guy might catch a cold.

Without thinking futher Oko lowered his hands into the water, and left him in the bowl, the water would almost reach his belly, and it was warm, warm enough to make Coin submerge under it.

The moment the tiny felt in the water, he almost felt like he was just born a new life, the dirt coming off of him, his muscles relax almost melting, he even forgot about the giant being looking at him, until his hands, one holding soap, reached again.

He "swimmed" away, not really knowing how to swim, and got to a side, hissing at the hands as he was tired of those giant things touching him.

One hand held him making sure he wouldnt go away as the other got closer, completely ignoring his hisses, to then rub soap on his curly hair forcing him to close his eyes and turn his mouse's ears of 180 degrees.

-for fuck's sake how old you think i am?- he whined to himself as the giant washed him and rubbed soap on his back, until the the finger got down towards his tail.

The moment the tiny felt his tail being touched he jumped, it was sensitive, and that scared him, even if the guy didnt seem to have intentions of hurting him, he could have easily without even noticing.

But as usual, the only thing he could do was try ti crawl away, getting blocked and having to give up, so he did what he could do best, and started crying hoping for the guy to be careful, and not to make the most common mistakes like scratching or using the nails, even if accidentally.

Luckily for him the giant made it pretty quick, and went for the fur of the legs as it probably kept the most dirt.

The rest of the bath went normally, embarassing for the tiny as he had the giant's fingers touching him close to sensitive and private parts, and in few parts, the guy didnt even tried to be decent and went straight to clean even under his tail and others.

It ended with a red, but clean face that kept muttering and whining -fucking pervert...creep- he said to himself, sobbing and trembling, clearly not wanting all those fingers keeping him still and going all over his body.

This guy was too fast, the tiny couldnt catch his breath that something else was already happening, and that something arrived again after giving a wash with the water to the small kid.

Oko held the towel in one hand, while the other went for the tiny, trying to predict its movements and to catch him before he could even try to get away, and as he lifted him, Oko sighed as it trembled and cried again, kicking and struggling high pitched squeaks.

Trying to keep his grip of the small, preventing it to fall on the ground, the guy left him in the towel and decided that the most useful way to make him stay still was wrapping him in the towel.

And as he did so, the tiny screamed even more, but he was still, trying to move, but not able to.

Oko looked at the tiny, wrapped in the small towel, it surely looked like enormous from the tiny's persective, but it was a small towel...

Bath time was surely over, but he still needed to feed him, take him to the veterinary and prepare his cage.

Oko smiled a little, a small, bit creepy, sincere smile.

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Oko is a crazy bitch that barely feels anything and Coin is a traumatized kid that wants his family back.

If you have any idea feel free to tell me, i love mixing ideas

[blackfeatherdragon]

Day 5 of @ygorarepairweek!

Title: These Fragile Souls

Pairing: Aztecshipping

Wordcount: 1,580

Rating: G

Prompt: Crossover (Crossover with His Dark Materials/Daemon AU)

Ao3

(Full fic also below the cut!)

"Why are you letting him bodyguard us, Yuma?" Indy cuddles next to Yuma on their hammock bed in her fox form, her voice a sharp whisper so that the occupant of the room below won't hear her.

"Come on, Indy, III's trying to help now!" Yuma protests, automatically jumping to the defence of his unexpected bodyguard. "He's not a bad person-"

"You weren't the one being held between his dæmon's teeth at the edge of our range, Yuma!" Indy's whisper, delivered alongside her frantically swishing tail and flattened ears, gives Yuma pause. "He was ready to break us both for his family!"

"..." Yes, Yuma remembers that. He remembers that duel all too well. But...

"...He was hurting. I know if I was told there was a way to get Dad back, or..."

The words die in Yuma's throat at the thought of Astral, dead at the hands of Number 96, and he coils into himself as he presses back tears. Beside him, Indy cuddles close, her fur settling flat as she attempts to comfort Yuma.

For a moment, the two stay like that, grief taking over, then a soft cry sounds from the room below. Yuma considers not reacting, but when the noise sounds again, Indy uncurls herself and leaps out of the hammock, trotting over to the hole leading down and peeking through to see what's going on.

"...It's III. It looks like he's having some sort of nightmare." Indy lays her ears flat again at having to mention III, fur bristling at the thought of the pink haired boy and his terrier dæmon. "You could let him deal with it on his own-"

"No, he helped us against that Semimaru guy, so I can't leave him alone now!" Pushing back the grief as best he can (and only kind of succeeding), Yuma gets up as well, glancing at his clock long enough to see that it's currently midnight before approaching the hole down himself. Indy grumbles something under her breath, but takes her cardinal form anyways, flying up onto Yuma's shoulder before shifting into hamster form for better stability as Yuma lowers himself down into the room below.

"Hey, III? III!" Neither III or his dæmon stir at Yuma's voice, both faintly whimpering in their sleep. Yuma slowly approaches, one hand raised to try to shake III awake, but before he can touch him the boy snaps awake, staring around the bed and calling out an unfamiliar name frantically until his dæmon scrambles into his arms. The two remain like that, with III cradling the fluffy terrier tightly while both talk to each other in what sounds to Yuma like desperate English, before Yuma finally manages to say something.

"...Are you okay, III?" Both III and his dæmon startle at Yuma's question, III in particular looking like he forgot why he was here, then III slowly lets his dæmon go. The dog doesn't go far, instead pressing himself to III's side as he sits up to look at Yuma.

"...Yuma? Indy? Did I startle you?" III switches back to Japanese for Yuma, blinking in concern despite being the one who needed checking in on.

"We heard you down here and I came to see if you were okay! It looked like you were having a bad nightmare." Yuma slowly sits at the edge of the bed, ignoring how Indy runs across to his other shoulder just to put more space between herself and III's dæmon in favour of watching how III keeps his hand on the dog dæmon's head.

(Now that Yuma thinks about it, the pair seem almost scared to be separated, the grey furred terrier still pressed up to III and glancing up at him with concern as III continues to keep one hand on him. It's strange.)

"We're fine. We just had a nightmare, like you said." III's voice is soft, his normally bright green eyes hollow with fear as he glances again at his dæmon.

"...Are you sure?" Yuma would prod more, but Indy suddenly gasps, butting Yuma in the side of the head with her own tiny head.

"Yuma! The WDC finals, remember-"

III flinches at the mention of the finals, his dæmon pressing even closer to him, and suddenly Yuma knows all too well what the problem is.

"...III, is this about what happened to you before the finals?" Yuma almost hesitates to ask, feeling like he's treading somewhere dangerous, but III looks so anxious that he has to ask. Even Indy seems concerned, her bristling fur laying flat as she watches III.

For a moment, III doesn't answer, tense as he stares down at his dæmon, then, slowly, he looks back up at Yuma with those still hollow eyes.

"...Do you know what it's like to have your dæmon torn from you? It's lonely, like you lost a part of yourself that shouldn't be gone, and all I wanted was to get that part back." III gently picks his dæmon up again, cradling him in his arms as he speaks, and Yuma can't help but reach up to stroke Indy to remind himself that she's right there.

(He remembers all too well the stab of deep, uncanny fear at the sight of a dæmonless III aboard the rollercoaster portion of the WDC, his dull glassy eyes staring longingly at a quaking from terror Indy as he demanded a duel out of Yuma. There was nothing right about that duel, just as there was nothing right about IV or V when their crests made their dæmons vanish into golden Dust right in front of Yuma's eyes after their losses.)

"...He came back though, right? Tron gave him back." Yuma asks hesitantly, watching as III slowly nods.

(He's so far out of his depth on this. For once in his life, Yuma isn't sure how to approach the topic, isn't sure how to help III without making it worse.)

"...He did, and I'm happy to have him back, but I just...sometimes I wake up, and I don't immediately see him, and I think Bytaran's gone again, and I just..." III clings to his dæmon - Bytaran - as he mutters something back to III, and Yuma thinks he can hear a sniffle from III as he looks away.

"...I don't know what I'd do if something happened to Indy." He really doesn't, Yuma can barely imagine Indy not being around. Sure, he knows that witches can travel as far from their dæmons as they please, and that Astral and the Barians don't seem to have dæmons at all and get along just fine, but the thought of Indy ceasing to exist...

No, Yuma can't imagine that.

"Don't try to think of what you'd do, it's a waking nightmare." III mutters, before slowly lowering Bytaran back to the bed again. Then, hesitantly, III scoots aside to make room for Yuma, Bytaran settling himself between III and the wall, and Yuma almost doesn't believe the words that come next.

"I wouldn't mind if you stayed here tonight. Usually I can talk to my brothers when the nightmares are bad, but..."

Yuma hesitates, not entirely sure about sleeping with III, away from the attic, but when Indy shifts back to cardinal form and makes herself comfortable on the headboard of the bed, he takes it as a sign that he should do it.

"Is Byt...Bytaran comfortable there?" Yuma stumbles over the unfamiliar name (have III and Bytaran never spoken it around him before now?), and III manages a small laugh before a new voice speaks up.

"I'm not going to find a way to roll all the way over III and come in contact with you in my sleep, Yuma." Bytaran watches Yuma as he slowly lays down on III's other side, his eyes invisible for all his fur. "Nor am I going to attack Indy again."

Indy blinks down at Bytaran, who stares back up until III lays down again and sighs.

"We're sorry about that duel, by the way. I get it if you or Indy don't trust me after what we did to you and Astral, but we want to help now. I promise." Indy scoffs at the promise, but Yuma just smiles back, trust coming easily.

"You were trying to help your family. I don't think you ever wanted to hurt anyone."

III smiles weakly, apparently still unnerved by his nightmare, and Yuma decides to try a new tack.

"Hey, did you ever say what kind of dog Bytaran is? I thought he was a Yorkie, but Kotori said that's not right-"

That gets a snort out of III, a genuine laugh that puts Yuma more at ease than the anxious, fearful III from just moments ago.

"He-he's not-" More laughter, before III manages to pull himself together. "Yuma, he's a Skye Terrier. They're a rare dog breed these days, but they're very loyal dogs. There's actually a story in Scotland that's kind of like the story of Hachiko-"

"You thought I was a messed up Yorkie when we first settled too, III." Bytaran interjects, his tail wagging in amusement as III turns to face him in shock.

"Bytaran! How could you!?" III's betrayed tone gets a snort of laughter out of Yuma, and before long the mood has lightened up considerably, with III seemingly back to normal.

(And maybe, just maybe, having an impromptu sleepover was just what Yuma needed to help ease his own grief too, even if only temporarily.)

[fbwzoo]

On to the mammals! Small ones first.

Honestly, I'm not planning much for the hamster - she's at least 2 and possibly older at this point, she's just getting a quiet retirement and whatever food she'll eat. Maybe for a future hamster, I'd kind of like to explore a more naturalistic set up, but we'll see. I need to do some more reading on that before I go nuts with it.

Likewise, not much planned for Clover other than her continued anti-human life. She's been enjoying getting some bugs more often with the other two bug eaters, though she usually ignores whatever other fresh treats I offer. I added a couple live plants to her viv recently, they're hanging in there so far.

Spoon....I still have plans for him! I did some of what I wanted already - changed his substrate, added clean up crew, and added a couple plants. I would like to increase the substrate depth, maybe add some burrow-type hides, and add more plants and branches. I also want to add a basking spot for him (especially by next winter), and a UVB light as well.

The rats already have their mansion, they're not getting any more space. 😂 We may have a few new babies coming home this summer, depending on where we fall on the breeders wait list. I mostly just want to step up enrichment for them again - have fun making toys for them out of the reject materials from my store, and stuffing boxes for them more often again. I'm also considering getting some small planter boxes that can hang on the outside of the cage to plant some herbs and stuff for them to nibble on.

Also, I'm thinking again about wanting to switch the rats to bioactive substrate as well, but I need to think about that more, and maybe wait until later this year after things calm down so I have the brain spoons to troubleshoot if needed. Our rats also aren't litter trained, so I need to see how much of a deal breaker that is. So that's still very much tentative!

Edit: I forgot the biggest thing for the rats, which is better bedding boxes!

[loststarphounix]

Soudam Week 2023 - Day 4: Dark Deva’s

A/N - I saw what you did with the day prompt; very clever lol

had some difficulty with this and I wrote this during my hour lunch (which was actually 30 after getting food), so apologies for the rushness

based on that one chapter from CrazyNeko’s Soudam ABO

“Um….Hello?” Kazuichi looked at the tiny ball of white and tannish fur that is currently taking residence in his beanie.

The hamster just blinked up at him, nose twitching. He’ll admit that it looked appropriately adorable, but he was stumped over what to do next.

It wasn’t every day you woke up to find that somehow a tiny rodent snuck into your dorm and  snuggled in your hat. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do.

A tiny sneeze echoed in the air and without thinking, he said. “Bless you.”

Looking back down, he noticed that the beanie was completely covered in fur and….why was it dark? And -was that a pink thing; and it was  moving!?

Eyes widening, he dove down to the floor and with gently hands, cupped them around the soft fabric. Feeing the wet material under his palms, he winced. So that ruled that out.

With much care as he could muster, he slowly shuffled over to his bed and gently placed his precious bundle on the bed. He made sure that the comforter was firmly placed and separating the wet hat, and the bed sheets.

After making sure that San-D was comfortable, he took out his phone and ignoring the group chat that was still pining with notifications, the pink hair teen pressed a thumb on one contact and put it up to his ear.

When the phone clicked, he spoke over Gundham’s indignation before he could go into his flowery talk.

“Your hamster gave birthed in my room and ruined my beanie.”

It didn’t take long for the other to rush to his room and see that, indeed, his fierce Dark Deva had given birth to nearly a baker’s dozen of future demons. Kazuichi watched as the other puttered around his room, cradling the ruined beanie like it was swaddled child.

Well, he can admit that it was kinda true.

“Such strong warriors. You should be proud, my Silver Fox San-D.” Gundham said, he’ll nearly cooed as he held the small hamster family to his chest.

“They are kinda cute.” When you got over the fact that they were naked, pink little blobs. And it made the breeder break into a pleased smile, and that was a plus.

Gundham looked more approachable when he smiled.

“How did she even get in here?” He asked, face warming slightly at the thought.

“My Dark Deva’s are masters of secrecy. Perhaps she simply hid on your vessel and waited for the optimal time to deliver her brood.”

“…huh,” That made sense, he thinks.

The Deva’s seemed to like him a bit more now, so he’s gotten used to them hitching a ride on his shoulders or hair. For her to come into his room and give birth in his beanie, showed a lot of trust. A warm glow warmed him at the thought and he smiled.

“You know this means I get visitation rights.” He demanded as the breeder began to walk out. “You can’t keep me away from my grandkids!”

He thought the joke was funny, but the breeder nearly stumbled and fell. Kazuichi reached out a steadying hand, gripping his arm.

“S-sorry sorry!”

“To make such a bold proclamation-!”

“It was just a joke!”

[ignitedwill]

Liam wasn't always so sure what to get Fang, either be it food or something they both could use - or just him as is. But it was his birthday and he wanted to get him something too, even if that was just an over abundance of sweets... Though as far as material goods went, Liam was in hand with both in a small bag - popping up with little warning as the serpentine popped up, plopping down on the bed. With a following swift roll too, he sprawled over towards his love's side, peering up at him now with a few blinks.

"Took me a little long, but..." His attention shifted, peering down into the bag where he tucked his hand away to retrieve a wrapped up gift. Valentines was right around the corner too so maybe all the sweets weren't going to pay too well, but Liam was still learning if Fang had any preferences in his tastes.

That wasn't the first thing to come out of the bag. It's shape was a dead give away, mug shaped and wrapped up in a navy blue thin paper sleeve. But passing it over with a careful reach, he shot Fang a smile with a crane of his head. "Happy birthday, my love." He chimed in.

The wrapped contents was obvious but the nature of the mug would've stood out more than it's shape. Along the sides when he'd unwrap it were absurdly, cute, pudge printed hamsters that were multi-coloured and various in shapes - chasing each other full circle around the entire white mug. He at least wanted to get him something he knew he could use too, with the indulgent knowledge of his love for his beloved hamsters too. Even at the bottom of the mug inside of it was the final touch of a balled up snoozing hamster print, even if it might've seemed contradictory to a caffeine awakening.

"There's also some sweets in here too-- chocolates and some fancy ones, I grabbed what I thought you'd liked."

With each passing year since their fateful encounter, Fang had started to appreciate life more. Even if his birthday was an ominous reminder of the imminent passing of time and the ultimate consequence that was to come with it, he learned to focus on his present rather than to despair over his past and his future shrouded in unpredictability due to his condition. That year, knowing that Liam would greet him with another gift as soon as he opened his eyes, he decided to thank him in a more tangible way.

"You didn't have to," he said with a flustered half-smile and a weary gaze softened by tenderness.

Pushing through the creeping embarrassment of the birthday spotlight, he reached for his gift and unwrapped it as carefully as he could. When the packaging came off, the mug ended up looking small in his hand, but the smile on his lips was anything but. Squinting his tired eyes, he brought it closer to his face and slowly rotated it all the way around to admire the looping pattern that adorned it.

"Cute," he whispered under his breath and shot Liam a quick glance. Safe to say he wasn't only complimenting his gift.

With a gentle movement, he set the mug aside on their nightstand and then reached inside the bag to retrieve the box of chocolates which he then placed in his lap. After he quickly got rid of the lid and the protective foil, he plucked one of them between his fingers and brought it to Liam's mouth. Without giving him a chance to protest, he gently pushed it past the softness of his lips and onto his tongue. All the while, the adoring look in his eyes gazed deeply into his beloved's own.

"This is the one day of the year when I get to make some unreasonable requests without taking no for an answer, isn't it?" He followed up his serious-sounding question by producing a couple of carnival entry tickets out of his pocket. The black and white text printed on their red background spelled out that day's date, 6pm. And their issuer? None other than Moder.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he gave him a half-smirk and leaned in for a kiss that was long overdue.