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arc-misadventures · 20 days

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You know what be fun a female Rusted knight Jaune.

The Rusted Paladin

Jeanne: Hey, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Jeanne: Do you think if I was in your place, that I could have been the, Rusted Knight?

Jaune: Hmmm... Maybe... I'm not really sure.

Jeanne: Why not?

Jaune: I never understood how I became the, Rusted Knight, I sorta just became the, Rusted Knight. I understand, Alyx gave me the moniker of, The Rusted Knight, but I did not understand how my armour began to rust as it did. I personally think due to the nature of the, Ever After; My mental state effecting me as it did so, and probably caused my armour to rust as it did.

Jeanne: Mental state?

Jaune: The conscious mind of an individual often warps the reality of the, Ever After around them. This can often lead one to being trapped in a situation that feels like you are being toyed with an eldritch horror that is messing with your mind simply because it was bored. Or, you'll be stuck in a tea party with a sentient slug who is a massive pot junkie.

Jeanne: Did that often happen?

Jaune: Often enough that I was able to 'dull' my mind enough so it wouldn't effect me as much as it first did. And, that I was able to see the signs of what was coming to avoid them, or choose which scenario I would rather deal with.

Jeanne: So less dealing with eldritch horrors then?

Jaune: Actually the eldritch horrors were easier to deal with.

Jeanne: Really?

Jaune: Yeah, they usually had some sort of gimmick to them, speak in opposites, talks in rhymes, stuff like that. Once you figure it out they were easier to deal with. I even became friends with some of them!

Jeanne: And, that was better then dealing with a slug pot junkie...?

Jaune: You've read the book where it comes into the story. Those drugs play havoc on the mind, and body.

Jeanne: Okay. So do you think I could have become the, Rusted Knight?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I honestly believe if we swapped worlds, the Fall would never have happened with you in it.

Jeanne: You do?

Jaune: If you as you are now, Jeanne went to my universe, and took my place. You would have probably have killed, Cinder, and became the, Fall Maiden.

Jeanne: Seriously?!

Jaune: Cinder may have been more experienced then you, but in combat she is no where near as strategically minded as you are. She relied on brute force, and the mastery of her semblance to defeat her foes. You would have probably adopted a defensive stance, and waited for your semblance to super charge before activating your, Arc-Angel persona. I can't think of a single individual who can withstand your semblance as it is now when you let loose, let alone when you become the, Arc-Angel. Hell, you could have easily soloed that, Grimm Wyvern with it. People may have mistaken you for a, Maiden considering it's visual appearance.

Jeanne: But, what if I was the, Fall Maiden, and I used my semblance?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: You probably could have cut a path straight through the, Grimm Lands, right into, Salem's Castle, and captured her.

Jeanne: Sweet~!

Jeanne: But, seriously, would I have become the, Rusted Knight: Yes, or no?

Jaune: Well... If you becoming the, Rusted Knight that meant you saw the members of, Team RWBY fall into the abyss. Had to do preform a mercy killing of your friend to prevent the, Winter Maidens powers from transferring to, Cinder. Failed to escaped through a portal before you to fell into the, Ever After. Accidently touched some clock fruit thingy that sent you back in time. Was betrayed by the first human you saw in ages. Had to deal with a psychotic cat antics where it was trying to weaken your mental stability so it could take over your body. And, you became the over protective parent to a village of sentient origami paper because you had developed a savior complex because of all the people you failed to save. And, that you were doing all of this for... a long time because you knew that one day, some day you would be reunited with your friends, and you would finally manage to get out of the psychedelic nut house that was the, Ever After.

Jaune: Then yeah, sure... you could have become the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: Uhhhhh...?!

Jaune: What?

Jeanne: That's what fucking happened to you in the, Ever After?!

Jaune: I didn't tell you what happened? Could have swore I did.

Jeanne: I knew you were the, Rusted Knight. I didn't fucking know how it happened?! I would have remember you telling me if that's how it fucking happened?!

Jaune: Oh...

Jaune: Still want to be the, Rusted Paladin?

Jeanne: Paladin?

Jaune: I would assume that because you would have your more... developed staged armour, by the time you became, the Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: By developed stage, you no doubt mean me having armour plating that can hold my, F-Cups?

Jaune: Yes.

Jeanne: I see. Please continue.

Jaune: Having your developed stage armour, your helmet, and your semblance you would have been mistaken for some holy figure with rusted armour. Hence, the name: the Rusted Paladin.

Jeanne: The Rusted Paladin... Not bad... My helmet would have given me a crown of rust... I bet it would look pretty cool.

Jaune: I would have liked to have seen that. Mostly.

Jeanne: Mostly? I thought you liked my helmet.

Jaune: I do, it is...? It will look awesome! But, that stupid hole in the back of the top your helmet to let your hair out, that makes your helmet look like it has plumage is so stupid!

Jeanne: Hey, I have...! Or, will have so much hair, I have to put it somewhere, or else I can't see in it! It works, and it looked awesome!

Jaune: I know! That's why it annoys me so much!

Jeanne: You're just jealous of my style.

Jaune: And, you're just jealous that I became a famous character from a children's book!

Jeanne: No, I'm jealous that you got to ride on a giant jackalope because you became the, Rusted Knight!

Jaune: Oh, Juniper... I almost forgot about her...

Jeanne: You did...?

Jaune: I miss my giant bunny...

Jeanne: Uhhh...?

Jaune: I am sad now.

Jeanne: ...

Jeanne: Oh shit...

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It's nice to see I can still write stories for the, Rebirth AU.

I guess I need to scrap what I previously wrote for the separation bit to actually finish it.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jeanne arc #cinder fall #penny polendina #rebirth au #rwby salem

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Debauchery Defined

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, masturbation, dirty talk, dangerous situations, oral sex (m/rec), illegal activity (traffic related), etc. jake in a hat briefly - cause that shit deserves a warning. Probably typos, excessive italics as per usual, blah blah blah

“I’m sorry, sir, I have nothing under the name of Kiszka.”

The bored attendant, slouched upon a stool beneath an Enterprise sign, doesn’t even have the decency to sound mildly apologetic.

The sign is bright. Too bright for the hour. Too bright for the weary, sleep deprived, burn in your eyes. Just too bright.

Judging by the furrow in his brow, despite his ever present sunglasses, Jake shares your contempt for the fluorescent glow.

“I made a reservation days ago.” You reiterate, spelling his last name once more. Turns out, it’s a lesson in futility, as the clerk doesn’t even bother to type it in.

“I told you,” he snaps, fixing you with a glare. You sense he thinks it reeks of authority. It doesn’t. “There’s no rental reservation. Spell the name all night long if you feel like it, but it isn’t going to change anything.”

Jake, in a smooth rush, is leaned in closer - serpentine and quick in his movement. Yet, calculated, careful, eerily calm in that unsettling way he adopts when irritation is trudging toward anger.

His warning comes quietly, but it bears a menacing aura all the same. “Speaking to her that way is ill advised, I can promise you that.”

Your hand finds his arm, stroking soothingly through the worn hopsack of the blazer he layered on, hours ago, before your flight. “Jake, it’s alright.”

Never aggressive just for show, and certainly never overtly so, when Jacob feels someone is crossing a line with you, he is quick to polish his armor - a knight sweeping in to save his damsel in distress.

He relaxes visibly beneath your touch and navigates back to civility with a deep breath.

“Alright…” he flicks a glance at the name tag that rests crookedly on the other man’s shirt “Tyler. So you don’t have the reservation - we need a car. You have cars. Simple. Why is this an issue?”

He’s tired, and cranky…a long day of travel has leeched the patience from his bones.

Tyler, likely used to overwhelmed travelers frequenting the airport kiosk, remains unimpressed. “I have one available vehicle. Luxury class. Reserved for our most discerning clients.”

Jake rolls his eyes, clearly teetering on the edge of asking this asshole if he’d like to taste the back of his hand. “As it happens, I am discerning. How lucky for us. We’ll take it.”

Papers are signed, keys are exchanged, and finally, you’re schlepping through the hall leading to Parking garage B7, as instructed.

“Luxury for discerning clients.” He scoffs, hefting his bag, and yours, over his shoulder, though you continue to insist you can share the load.

His battered guitar case swings against his legs as he stomps along, “What an asshole. S’probably some boat of a Lincoln or something…I’m gonna look like a pimp.”

The wide-brimmed hat cocked low over his shades will be most fitting, then, won’t it?

Laughing at his dramatics - not so different from his twin, after all - you watch the doors whoosh open to reveal a deserted sea of concrete. Deserted that is, save for one lone sports car waiting beneath a flickering light.

You both stop short. “Or a frat boy douchebag.”

“Frat boys can’t afford cars like that.” You correct, nudging him to get moving.

He picks up the pace dutifully, “So, just a douchebag, then?”

“Yes, yes, Jacob…you’re very refined and everybody knows it.” You tease, ever the soft heart for his antiquated flare. “If anyone sees you, we’ll just explain that your horse and buggy are in the shop.”

His eyes rove across the lines of the car as you approach. Slyly sweeping over the glossy, black curves, almost hidden below the mysterious shadow of his hat.

“I’ll drive.” He mutters as if it’s no big deal, startling your feet to a standstill.

Never, not once, in the entirety of all the time you’ve known him has he ever offered to drive. In fact, now that you’re exploring the subject, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him so much as graze a finger over a steering wheel.

“Do you…” you pause to collect your jumbled thoughts. “Do you even have a driver’s license?”

It seems strange, all at once - that you’ve never wondered about this before.

“What?” He laughs, finally shaking off the annoyance he’s been wearing on his shoulders for a few too many hours.

You wait while he presses a button on the key fob, opening the trunk with a smooth hiss, asking “well, do you?” as he dumps the bags, and his Gibson, inside.

You’ve seen him present identification hundreds of times, but you can’t recall it ever being anything but his passport.

“Purse in the boot or up front with you, darling?” He asks with an exaggerated swagger and flourish.

“Stop avoiding the question, Jacob.” You sigh, folding your arms as he slings your purse over his shoulder, abandoning Oliver, and moving to open the passenger side door for you. “Do you or don’t you?”

He waits until you’ve settled and then bends at the waist, offering a forehead kiss, and a secret. “I don’t. You wanna break a few rules with me, hall monitor?”

You feel your eyes widen as if he’s just confessed to casual murder for sport.

But you tamp it down and take hold of some perspective, this isn’t murder. Still, you don’t like it.

“Jake, don’t drag me into your debauchery. If you want to endanger the lives of hundreds of unsuspecting motorists, you can do it alone.”

In response, he swings the door closed and jogs around the sloping, gleaming hood, slipping into the driver’s seat, gentle and sleek as a sleepy housecat.

“I never said I didn’t know how to drive, baby,” he tosses his hat in the back and shakes out his waves, “just that I failed to revisit the DMV when ‘the man’ said my time was up.”

“This is stupid.” You slide down in your seat, careful not to reveal how much you’re enjoying the supple leather coasting along the backs of your thighs where your shorts have ridden up.

The opulence is an undeniable high. One you wouldn’t have expected, but there all the same.

He grins to himself, face lit up, beautiful and bright, like a little boy in a toy store. “Debauchery,” his voice is smooth as whipping cream. Smoky. Lazy. Like he plays behind the wheel of a flashy Porsche every day. “Immoral behavior that involves sex, drugs, alcohol, etcetera.”

“What?” You’ve begun to relax already. He is skillfully maneuvering the vehicle through the twists and turns of the garage. Okay, so maybe he does know how to drive.

“Debauchery. That’s what it means. It isn’t this.” He waves a hand, absently calling attention to the car. “But don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, my love. I’ll have you dragged down into the thick of it soon enough.”

Leaning back against the headrest, you decide to give into his whim and enjoy the ride. It’s lovely to be able to strip off the stress of the day and let him take over the department of transportation, for once.

As you study him, with the hum of the road and the purring engine serving as white noise, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Jacob Kiszka,” you allow your grin to widen as it will, “I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a guy.”

He grabs for your hand, pleased that - as luck would have it - he has been blessed behind the wheel of an automatic…the absence of a gear shift leaves him open to holding onto you, and you are his favorite thing to hold.

“What are you on about?” Oliver pops in to say hello again, as is habit when Jake feels a bit too on the spot.

“Never once have you wanted to drive,” you remind him, lacing your fingers through his. “No matter how many times I tease you for being a passenger princess. Wave one fast car with a pretty paint job under your nose and you’re swimming in testosterone.”

A soft laugh is his only response as he coaxes out onto the freeway.

“You look good behind the wheel, baby. You know that?” Your free hand toys with a lock of his hair, smoothing it and twirling it around your pinky.

“I look good, always.” he sighs, feigning boredom as he weaves in and out of traffic to find his desired lane.

The further away from the hub of the city you drive, the more traffic begins to dissipate, until you seem to be adrift along some dystopian highway time has forgotten.

“How long?” You ask softly.

Staring out the window at the scenery whipping by sounds lulling, you might even fall asleep to it, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, and this calm, capable, skill set you never knew he possessed.

How like him to keep you on your toes, sharing bits and pieces of himself little by little. Doling out tiny Jacob Thomas shaped morsels only when he sees fit.

“Who cares how long?” He glances up at nothing in the rear view mirror. “This is nice.”

“It is.” You agree. Allowing the silence to wrap up warmly around you both again.

You watch him. And you watch him. And you watch him some more.

And you’d help it, if you could. Honest. The timing is most inappropriate. Not to mention, likely a little dangerous, but something about watching him command all that power beneath his hands has you weak. Submissive. Needy.

In moments of weakness in the dark, you’ve confessed that you feel the same watching him play. The way he makes love to his well worn and loved guitar. The way he coaxes sex soaked wails and whines from the strings, working his fingers faster and faster along the frets until the climax crashes apart, exploding into sound where there once was quiet.

The way he talks to her, the way he loves her. The way he knows her body just a little better than he knows yours, or even his own. It all makes you a bit jealous in the most decadent way. It makes you eager to showcase your worth as well, to sink to your knees in service to this god walking around amongst men.

He holds a brand new power and you want to slink into his lap and mewl like a kitten starved for attention. Instead, you settle for moving in closer, brushing a feathery kiss against his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, unabashedly brazen with your want.

“Hello, my love.” His eyes never stray from the road, but his hand wanders your thigh, welcoming you. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m wet.” It’s a simple admission, but the way you hush it in his ear causes his cock to stir. It takes so little from you to pluck at his edges until he’s unraveling at the seams.

“Why’s that?” He adjusts in his seat, spreading his thighs just enough to make your head spin. “All I’m doing is driving a car. Is that all it takes?”

“Sometimes.” You sound pouty. It’s hardly there at all, but he hears it and he loves it. His spoiled rotten sweetheart.

“Well, I’m a little busy, love.” He slides his hand higher, silently wishing you had chosen a skirt today. “But you go on and be sweet to that pretty pink place I love so well. I miss your pussy, baby…it’s been such a long day. Miss the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste. I want you all over my face, fuck. Touch yourself.”

“Right here in the car?” You suck his earlobe into your mouth and the nibble over it as if he is an indulgent treat, because he is.

“Yeah.” He nods, grip tightening around the steering wheel, “Right here in the car.”

Maybe some other time you might toy with him a bit, dangle the string just out of his reach, but you’re further off track than he is at this point, so you shimmy out of your shorts and slide out of your sandals to rest your toes on the dash. Your knees fall apart as your fingers disappear into your panties with the tiniest moan when your fingers brush over your clit.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He pats at your thigh in praise, burying his grip into the soft, warm flesh there. Filthy, fucking dirty little thing, touching her pretty, wet cunt in a car we don’t even own just because I asked. So good, baby. Who’s my well behaved, darling girl?”

Sometimes you think his need to praise you rivals your own deep-rooted lust for receiving it.

“I’m your good girl.” You breathe, writhing slowly in your seat, drawing in the scent of sex and Italian leather, laced with the faintest hint of his cologne. It has faded with the hours, handing the spiced teakwood over to something a little more Jake…this is when you love it best.

“Then be my good girl and come over here. Come see me, sweetheart.” He extends an arm, casually inviting you in. You know what he wants, and you plan to give it to him.

For a moment, you're both illuminated in the golden glow of headlights traveling along across the median…he looks like the slickest snake masquerading as an angel. A serpent in the garden, ever tempting and cunning.

It’s all a front, as you well know. A role he plays when he wants to make you quake with desire. His heart is soft and kind, ever mindful of others, ever stuffed full of unending empathy and thoughtful love.

Unbuckling your seatbelt with a click that makes him frown, you slide over to the very edge and toy with the clasp of his belt, panting hot little puffs of breath against his flushed cheek, if only to stir him up further.

“You want that?” He lifts into your touch so you can feel how hard he is, all for you.

“Yeah,” tiny pecks of your lips chart his jawline. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Say it.” His fingers are in your hair now, curling into a loose fist near the nape of your neck, pushing you down. “Say you want my cock. Say where you want it.”

You’re hurrying now, tenderly fumbling with the buckle, hungry and desperate for it. “I want your cock, Jake. Want it in my mouth…in my throat.”

“Fuck…” it growls out of him strangled and tangled up with hot, salacious, greed. “C’mon, baby.”

You long to preen with pride; he wants it so badly, so suddenly - but there are more pressing matters at hand.

Both hands on the wheel now, he watches as you sink down around him, swallowing him so deeply, and with no real warm up, that you gag, sucking him down further anyway as you retch and sputter around his length, throat both fighting the intrusion and pining for more of it.

“Slow down.” His warning grits out through his teeth. He didn’t want to say it at all, slow is the last thing he wants. He wants to float off into it, stare focused and sure on the road, thoughts lost in the way you sound fighting around his cock, sucking and lapping over him, dying for just a little more, just another taste….

You shake your head adamantly, sending your soft, wet tongue slicking back and forth just along the base, nearly nudging at his balls as they tighten up for you. Every reaction his body hands over is all for you. Always for you.

“Fuck, baby,” his right hand drops to pet at your glossy hair as he fucks up into your kiss. “Gonna make me cum in that pretty little mouth. Feels so fuckin’ good. You want it?”

Nodding urgently, you bury your nose into the soft path of hair that trails below his belly button, choking until your throat is squeezed around him, strangling the thick head of his throbbing cock.

He’s twitching against your lips now, straining and pulsing, fucking throbbing. Obscene and depraved. Perfect.

“M’close, baby,” he’s murmuring raspy, stuttering, pleas as his grip tightens until your scalp stings blissfully. “Keep going, just like that, so close…baby, baby, baby, fuck…”

He’s whining and babbling, broken curses and hissing encouragement that barely makes sense. You couldn’t love it more.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard on the updrawn and then relax your throat, plunging him straight to the back of it in one harsh go with a guttural sound that makes his thighs jerk.

You feel the slight hitch in the gas as he loses his footing on the pedal, and soothe him with a palm swept under his shirt until you can feel his heart hammering against your palm.

He regains focus - you can feel it - and then whispers a soft, “Thank you, sweet girl.” Grateful that your wits have prevailed when his own were waning.

You linger at the base, licking at what you can with his heavy weight cradled in your tongues embrace. He flexes violently, and you brace for it, gluttonous for the warmth of his release, and with a groan and gasp of your name, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Gonna cum, baby,” oh, he sounds so pretty. Trotting out the tiny whimpers that are saved for when he’s really lost in it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontstop, fuck fuck fuck—“

Your taste buds dance with him, alive with the delicacy that is Jacob. So warm and perfect, covering your tongue, rolling down your throat, until you can feel him inside you, really inside you, in the way you love most.

He’s a mess above you, but you carry on until he is whining with overstimulation and begging you to stop, lightly pulling you away until you can just barely lap over his glistening tip as he softens against his splayed open pants.

You know he’s thinking of all the ways he plans to return the favor when he can properly get his hands on you, but as he catches his breath beside you and steals glances at you tucking his beautiful cock away, you feel completely, totally, blissfully, satisfied.

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bearbunnycheetah · 2 months

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🐆🐰✨CHAPTER 2: WRECKING… BALL..?✨🐰🐆

Note: This chapter is much longer than the last one! Hopefully there are no errors… haha… I’ll have the rest of my notes for this on the end section!

It’s been about a day or three since Percy visited the toy store. Molly lays in her bed awake, blankly staring at the ceiling. She knew she had a lot to do today, the anxiety of having to deal with all her responsibilities woke her up early. So she savored every second that she got to lay in bed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Molly turns off the alarm on her phone immediately, then sighs. She shuffles out of the bed to get ready, shower… Make breakfast… Eat… Open the store…

In this part of Sweet Jazz City, It was actually surprisingly really quiet. It meant Molly didn’t have to worry about noise overwhelming her, but it also meant that not that many people come in to the toy store.

Well, her classmates did swarm her with questions after news got out about the museum. Maybe people will come here to buy things! Maybe…

Molly walks up to the sign on the front door and flips it to open, before hopping on her chair and starting her shift at work. Maybe she could use this time to finish homework.

Yeah, okay. She pulls out some paper from her backpack and started doing answer sheets, occasionally looking up when she hears sounds coming from outside. Suddenly, the bell on the front door jingled. Molly was about to speak when her eyes widened, and she realised that standing in front of her was Percy. She scrambled quickly to put away her homework and greeted the detective.

“Oh, Percy! I didn’t expect you to come back… Is... everything okay?” Right, the break-in… Maybe she just had more questions.

“Good morning, Molly! It’s been going quite well, the investigation was quite eventful. We didn’t manage to catch the perpetrator, but we successfully snagged the amulet back.” Percy smiled.

Does that mean boss is fine? Probably, I mean he got away once right? And at least she said it went well! “Wow, that’s… that’s great! Did you come here to um, tell me that?”

Percy sighed and furrowed her brows. Oh no, is Molly in trouble!? “Yes, but I’m also here on a more pressing matter...”

What she didn’t expect is Percy approaching the register where Molly was sitting with a serious expression. A trickle of sweat going down Mollys face as she got closer and closer...

...What she didn't even see coming, was for Percy to place down a file on the counter in front of Molly.

'Child Protection Services'

In bold letters on the front of the file.

Molly stared for a couple seconds, dumbfounded.

"I'll give you a quick rundown." Percy opens the file for Molly to read. "We were tasked in bringing you and your sister out of this very unethical situation by both the police force and CPS themselves, I was to be temporarily assigned to be your guardian before you two were adopted by better, more responsible parents".

Molly’s eyes slowly widened at each word Percy said, did... did she really mean it? Was she really free from all the work her dad and sister had put her through? Is she going to have a normal childhood?

Before Molly could say a word, a certain someone walked up the stairs from the basement of the Toy Emporium, Martin Blyndeff. Said parent Percy deemed irresponsible.

Martin was holding a toy playset that he was about to set down on a nearby table. “Heya, kiddo! This your friend? Oh Lookie there seems to be some sorta police getup you're goin for eh?" Martin said, attempting some sort of conversation.

Molly was about to tell her father what was going on, but Percy began speaking before she could form words.

"Ah what perfect timing! I apologise, but we will not be able to continue our 'chit chat'." She pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You're coming with me, Martin Blyndeff. You are under arrest for child neglect, and several other crimes including tax evasion. Everything you say can and will be used against you."

“Awh what gives? I’m takin’ care of my little princesses I swear!!!” Martin protested, holding his arms out as if that would do something.

“The only thing you’re taking care of… Is jail time!” Percy said with full confidence attempting to be witty.

There was awkward silence as neither Molly or Martin understood what she meant.

“Wait- What- HUH!?” Molly let out the panic in her voice that built up over time, what the hell was even going on? Percy turnt to Molly as she handcuffed a very confused Martin.

“Please do not fret, Molly” Percy said, as a few other police officers came in to take away Martin. “Is it alright if youbring your sister here? So that I can give the rundown and explain to the both of you, of course”.

Molly sighed, and tried putting on a smile. “Okay..”

Molly wasn’t really… sure how her sister would react to this. But all she could hope for is that Lorelai wouldn't protest or go into a dream bubble to hide away, it’d probably inconvenience Percy if she were to do that and she didn’t wanna bother her too much.

Molly made her way up the thin staircase, and then approached her sisters door. Despite the sign that said ‘DO NOT ENTER’, Molly knocked.

“Uhh… Lorelai, are you there? I need to tell you something important, its not work or anything! Not like we’ll even work here anymore…”

To Molly’s surprise, Lorelai actually opened the door! Though.. she was dressed up in some sort of knight armor?

“Oh, Lori! I… Didn't expect you to answer this qui-”

Lorelai interrupted Molly. “Yeah yeah whatever, I was already gonna go downstairs anyway cause you guys we’re making a racket!”

Molly let out an exhausted attempt at a laugh, a bead of sweat dripping down her face. “Well.. It was aboutexplaining the ‘racket’... And well… Dad is getting arrested for some stuff and we.. uh…” Molly paused, she wasn't sure how to continue this. She was about to raise her voice again, but Lorelai suddenly zoomed past Molly to go downstairs.

“LORELAI WAIT!”

Molly rushed to follow her sister downstairs, eyes widening when she realised Lorelai was blabbering out to Percy who looked rather displeased. Urgh, not again…

“What the hell are you doing to our dad? Who do you think you are!?” Lorelai said, putting her arms on her hips all sassy and upset.

“Well, I am Detective Percival King from the Sweet Jazz Police” She holds up her badge. “but you may refer to me as Percy. And as your sister most likely explained, we are taking Martin to court because of his mild crime spree, such as avoiding taxes and child abandonment.”

Percy peeked behind Lorelai and saw Molly, who was currently shaking in her rain boots. “I was going to ask where your younger sister is, but it appears that she's already back. Hello!”.

Lorelai squinted at Molly and Percy with a disdain in her eyes.. “Did she call you to come here?” Lori said raising her eyebrow, Molly looked down to avoid eye contact “Cause CPS already came here before and we’re perfectly fi-”

Percy decided to interrupt Lorelai herself, noticing how upset Molly looked. “I am very much aware of that, Miss Blyndeff.” Percy crossed her arms. “But after talking to Molly a few days ago regarding the museum incident she was involved in, I decided to reopen the case. After dealing with all of my work, of course.”

“Hmm…” Lorelai squints at Percy, unconvinced. “What about the toy store? What’s gonna happen to that huh?”

“We will deal with that after interrogating your father which will probably take a bit. But there’s no need to worry about you or your sister, as I’ve been assigned to take care of you two before more suitable parents can take care of you.”

Lorelai turnt to look at Molly again, then back at Percy. “Fine, what do we do now? Theres gonna be a bunch of legal stuff we need to deal with or whatever, right?”

“Correct. Thank you for being cooperative, Miss Lorelai. You may take your personal belongings at a later date.”

Lorelai rolls her eyes, and walks past Percy to the outside of the toy emporium. She waits there, still wearing her knight outfit. Molly nervously walks over to Percy and looks at her.

“Sorry about my sister… She’s a handful.” Molly apologized.

“I don’t mind all that much, I’ve dealt with many interesting people at my job before.”

“Sounds about right. I honestly thought the whole CPS thing didn’t work out because of last time…”

“The only reason something like that happened is because that person was a fool.” Percy scowls. “It’s cruel when events like this are overlooked, hopefully you and your sister can live life more peacefully.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Molly pauses and smiles a bit. Maybe this was for the better, but she suddenly remembers something. “Oh! Is it alright if I tell my friends about this? We were supposed to have a meet up here tomorrow and I don’t wanna worry them too much.”

“Of course, you can go ahead and contact them on the way to the police station.”

Molly goes up to the door and flips the toy store sign to ‘closed’, then walks out. Percy follows closing the door behind her, she had brought back-up incase Martin was a dangerous person or if something went wrong but things actually turnt out alright! She speaks with some of the officers before most of them leave the toy store to the police station.

A couple hours pass, all three members of the Blyndeff family were interviewed. A few more hours pass and now the two sisters sit in Percys car, the detective was busy doing a few more things before going home so the two of them just sat in silence. Both Lorelai and Molly were in the back, but still sitting as far away from eachother as possible.

Percy finally walks out and opens the car door.

“I’m back, apologies for the wait.” She sits in the drivers seat, she started the car a while ago since she thought leaving them in a hot car would be a bad idea despite the fact it was extremely cold during this time of year in Taiga Country.

“Its fine…” Molly yawned, it was night already and probably past her bedtime.

“I don’t have an extra room ready in my apartment, so both of you might have to sleep in my room in the meantime. But it’s fine, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Percy smiled reassuringly.

“Huh? Oh, no we couldn’t possibly… It would feel weird sleeping in someone elses room. We don’t mind, right Lori?”

Lorelai scoffed as if she doesn’t wanna talk right now, Molly scowls at her then forces a smile as she looks at Percy.

“One of us can sleep on the couch and the other one can sleep on the floor.”

“Understood, I’ll see if I have an old mattress lying around.”

Percy locks the car door and begins driving. It was pretty late outside so that means there wasn’t as much traffic as usual, just smooth sailing from here. Molly holds her hand out and puts it on the car window as she watches the city skyline zoom past here in a flurry of lights, a manufactured aurora borealis.

‘It’ll be okay.’ She thinks to herself. ‘Besides, this means I don’t need to run the store anymore right? Maybe I can catch up on my homework tomorrow. Yeah. Okay.’ Molly smiles a bit, then closes her eyes.

Note: This chapter was actually the first thing I wrote for this AU YEARS ago! Back before PoP even came out actually! It was much shorter back then but it was fun revisiting my writing and adding more onto it. Hopefully I’ll have the next chapter done in a few days :3

~Cherry

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#BBAC AU | EPITHET ERASED #BBAC AU | WRITING #epithet erased #epithet erased au #molly blyndeff #percival king #percy king #lorelai blyndeff

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nonymous-nb · 4 months

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Biograft + Reader

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"I'm Getting What? — Adopted!"

PHIGHTING! | One-shot | Fluff | Platonic / Comedy-ish.

Warning/s: [he made his entrance.]

Extra: [you stealing a biograft from subspace 👍✨ + biograft's pronouns: they/it + short one-shot]

"..Where Are You Taking Me?" Biograft asked as you drag them away to who knows where. "My part of the building." You told them as you unlock the door that leads through your very own lab in Blackrock. Biograft stayed silent as they observed whatever human tendency you are doing, letting you drag them as you are an ally to it's creator, seeing no harm in doing whatever you want with them as Subspace didn't instruct them to kill you.. yet. But Biograft 'sense' some peace in you, plus the other Biografts 'likes' you too.. in biograft kind of sense. You haven't harmed them or anything so what's the issue with doing something small like this?

"And.. here!" You made Biograft sit on one of the chairs as you gave them a piece of paper on the table. "Now, I need you to sign this if you could." You told the Biograft pointing to where it needs to sign. Tilting it's head in confusion. "Isn't This Supposed To Be My Creator's Job?" They asked thinking it's one of those work papers that Subspace does. "No, this is a.. uh, paper- paper that meant we work together for future collaborations." Biograft began to process what ever the heck you meant because they think they saw the word 'trade' and 'adoption' until you covered half of the paper. Plus, aren't you and it's creator already in a collaboration? "Then It Should Be My Creator's Responsibility To Sign These."

"He's uh.. busy, you know.. with other stuffs that's already piling in his lab? Plus he said it's alright for you to sign some." You quickly came up with some bs you know that ain't true, Biograft narrowed it's eyes at you, but it seems like Biograft took it either way. "How Do You.. Sign Papers?" Oh, heck yeah you're safe. "You just write your name over here.. and sign over here!" You pointed at the same spot again, quite giddy. "Oh, also put Subspace's name over here.. and yours here." You pointed out as Biograft just nodded and did as you told them to. Haha, this Biograft is yours now—

*slAaM?!*

"What is the meaning of this?!" And speak of the devil.. the demon himself appeared. "Oh, heya Subspace." you just gave him a smile as if you done nothing. Biograft didn't care enough on what's going with the two of you and just kept writing and signing on the paper. Subspace noticed that his Biograft is.. writing something?? "Biograft, what are you writing on??" The scientist asked. Biograft stopped it's writing and it looks like it finished it. "Signing A Paper." Subspace narrowed his singular working eye at the paper. "And that paper is about??" Biograft then looked at the paper to read it while you just smiled at Subspace. "A Fully Official And Legal Trade Adoption Paper.." Biograft trailed off.

"..WHAT?!" Subspace screeched out and went fully inside in your lab to take the paper and tear it apart. "Nuh-uh" You said as you snatched the paper first and hide it in your pocket, Subspace gave you a narrowed look. "Phuck you mean 'nuh-uh'?! I created them!!" You stuck out your tongue at Subspace. "The contract has been signed, loser." You flipped him off with an innocent look, yeah Subspace didn't like that. "You— GET OVER HERE!!" He began to run at you. You quickly carried Biograft on your shoulder and ran away like how you would run away from a nextbot and juke it.. Except that nextbot is Subspace. "THEY'RE MINE NOW BIATCH"

Biograft just chilled on your shoulder, finding the current banter with you and their creator normal.

"What A Day."

{Have some small portion of food 😔}

#—♡nb writings #phighting x reader #biograft x reader #phighting biograft #roblox x reader #phighting subspace #platonic #phighting!#x reader

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goosec0id · 7 months

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watchin mob psycho for the first time i’m signing this boy’s adoption papers as we speak

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob #fanart #shigeo kageyama #anime #doodle #HE’S SO BABY #REIGEN PLEASE PAY HIM MORE

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naturaldreamer-storyadventure · 1 month

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Choose Your Adventure - Adopting Your First Bitty! (3)

Read the Contract before signing it.

Gripping the paper, you look through to see what you’re signing up for. The words seem to glow faintly on the parchment.

You can only adopt two bitties at once. You can always come back again to adopt some more, but the prices will go up each time.

There are certain requirements you need to complete in order to adopt a specific bitty. Not all of them have a requirement.

Each bitty has an effect to help with your shopping experience. You won’t know which effect each bitty has until you adopt them. If you want a hint, it’ll cost 5G. (That price will go up after each hint. Ex: 10G, 15G, 20G, etc.)

Treat each bitty with respect. If you don’t, you will be banned and will no longer have any bitties in your disposal. There are no second chances.

Don’t destroy any items that you handle. If you break it, you buy it. So, make sure you keep an eye on your bitty while you shop.

If things don’t go your way and you run out of money, you can always start over. You’ll keep the bitties that you adopted previously, but you’ll need to interact with the ones that you were trying to adopt again. The prices won’t go up if you’re trying again.

The price that you start with will always remain the same unless you have certain bitties with you.

You can only have two bitties on you at all times. I will watch over your other bitties while you shop and look over at the other bitties plus items. There’s no fee if you want to switch bitties at any time.

Certain bitties will only appear during the day or at night time. If you need to switch between the two, there’s a small fee of 5G (This price won’t go up, but can be decreased depending on which bitty you have).

If there’s any questions, please ask through a private message or through the comments down below. Tags are fine as well. Please be respectful when you ask a question or when interacting with me.

There’s no going back. Once you sign this contract, it cannot be broken or changed.

If you understand everything that’s written above, please sign below.

Your signature here_________________________________

Biting your lip, you grab a pen, re-read everything on the contract before signing your name. As soon as you write your name, the paper floats up in a white glow and wraps itself into a scroll before darting behind you.

You turn around to face Stella, who has her hand up, and watch as she grasps the scroll before it disappears into a puff of sparkles.

There’s a certain glow in Stella’s eyes before she closes them and smiles at you.

“Thank you for taking the time to read the contract. If you have any questions, please ask me down below or through a private message. Now, before we see the bitties…”

With a wave of her hand, a bag falls on your hands and you almost fall over from how hefty it is. Peering inside, you notice a stack of gold coins inside.

A robotic, unfamiliar feminine voice speaks in your mind.

You now have 500G! Spend it wisely!

“Make sure you keep the money close. We do have some…dexterous hands around here. Now… Are you ready to meet them?”

You nod your head excitedly. Stella motions for you to follow her before she leads you to the other side. Opening the door, you follow her inside and pause, your eyes widening and your mouth dropping.

You thought the other room was magical. This new room takes the cake. Instead of just the ceiling showing the sky, the walls around the room are bare to show more of the world outside; water as far as the eye can see and tall, thick trees are spread out miles from here. You can hear the sound of waves and feel the gentle breeze brushing against your skin.

Is this even a room…? Or is it another world?

Beneath your feet is a patch of grass that feels pretty solid.

You jump in place a couple of times, but nothing moves and there’s a sense of relief after realizing that you’re not going to fall through.

A splash on your right distracts you.

You feel your feet moving in that direction, awe of the new world you’re surrounded with, and bring your hand out to make sure you don’t bump into any invisible walls.

Nothing stops you.

Your reflection greets you as you try to look more into the water. As you lean forward, a silver fish jumps out of the water and smacks your face with its fin, causing you to fall backwards and land on your bottom.

The fish plops back in the water as you wipe the water from your face. There’s laughter behind you.

You whirl around to face whoever is laughing at you.

In the center of the grass, on the ground, is an Ink bitty laughing while on his back, his little feet kicking in the air. Beside him is a Dream bitty with his mouth covered, though you notice his shoulders moving a bit.

The more you look, the more bitties you see spread out on this tiny island.

To the far right, you see a Papyrus bitty poking the water with a sleepy Sans leaning on his back. Hanging out with the two is Blue, a swap Sans bitty and Stretch, the swap Papyrus bitty.

Stretch is currently lying on his back and looking at the sky. Blue's sitting beside him, watching the sky and glancing at Papyrus at times.

Further out, you can see both Epic and Cross hanging out. There’s a rubber chicken in Epic's hand as he squeezes the toy several times, which causes a Fell Papyrus, Edge, to come at him out of nowhere.

You can hear his screeching from where you are. You suppress a snort at his action.

Epic easily dodges and continues to squeeze the chicken, laughter escaping him. You notice Red, a Fell Sans, coming up to Cross with his hands in his pocket and stands beside him.

Some words are exchanged, but you can’t hear them.

Your gaze lingers around the island some more, but you don’t see anymore bitties. Blinking in confusion, you stand back up to see if you can locate more.

You don’t, but the words from the contract rings through your mind.

Certain bitties will only appear during the day or at night time.

Visit Epic, Cross, Edge, and Red

#choose your own adventure #papyrus #sans #undertale #bad sans #papyrus au #sans au #star sans #cross sans #epic sans #swap sans #swap papyrus #fell papyrus #fell sans

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lulubelle814 · 3 months

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A Marriage of Convenience - Part 2

Part 3

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The first test came at an abruptly arranged family dinner. “You would marry in haste? To this secretary? This must be one of your schemes to secure your place as my successor, and I will not stand for it!

Loki sighed deeply. “I am aware of how this must seem.” His fingers entangled with Eva's on the table. “I assure you. It is not. This is the result of your meddling, your attempt to spy on me. We've grown close over these past few months. I know it seems quick, but we had no desire to wait. Even you can admit that love is not always patient.”

His father scoffed at his words as he watched his son kiss the hand of his new bride. “She is my better half, and I needed to make her mine before she would realize how much better she could do.”

Frigga laughed a little. She knew her adopted son had little patience for much of anything, but she could sense there was something not quite right; however, she said nothing, opting to see how this would play out, believing Loki would come to realize he’d met his match. Yes, Eva was a quiet girl, but Frigga saw a strength deep inside her. It just needed to be let out, and Loki was the perfect man to do so.

“I wish we could have been at the wedding, but Loki is not known for his patience. Please, Eva dear, tell me about it?”

Thankfully Eva and Loki had spoken about it, but not in great detail and was both surprised and relieved when Eva answered but didn’t quite stick to the agreed upon story. “We never said anything at the office. We didn’t want to bring attention to ourselves, stir up rumors and such. So we kept it a secret. He didn’t care for me at first, when Odin first assigned me to Loki, but over time, Loki and I became close. We’d started dating before we even realized we were doing it, only hanging out as friends at first. I can’t speak for Loki, but I fell hard and fast. It was like the missing part of me had finally been found. A couple of weeks ago, we were walking about on an extended lunch and ended up in front of the courthouse. Next thing we knew, we signed papers and came out as husband and wife. I couldn’t be any happier, and I have Odin to thank for it.”

Loki had to keep from choking on his food when she thanked Odin. That was not something he’d thought of putting in their story, but it was a nice touch. Reaching over, his hand found hers, fingers intertwining. “It was like magic.”

Odin turned a few different shades of red as Eva spoke, but when she thanked him for the two getting together, he lost his shit, standing up and storming out. There was nothing he could do because he was the one pushing Loki to find a wife, and Loki took great pride in this as his father had always given him a hard time. He’d have to remember to get his fake wife a thank you gift.

“Don’t mind him. Business has been crazy lately, and it’s left him quite stressed. Eva, I don’t see a ring on your finger. Loki, you have to get that fixed very soon.”

“I agree, mother. It was very spur of the moment, and I’d planned on taking my dear Eva to Harry Winston this weekend so she can select the ring she deserves.” Eva nearly spat out her food. She’d heard of Harry Winston but didn’t dare think she could ever even afford to step in the store, much less get an engagement ring from there. She could practically buy a car for what Loki would spend on a ring there!

“I think that is the best place to take her. You’ll have to let me know what you select.” The three of them concluded their dinner a few moments later.

Once in the car and on the way back to Loki’s place, he gave a startling laugh. “What’s so funny?” Eva was confused, but Loki continued to laugh. “I have to thank you, darling girl. I’ve never seen Odin so angry! You played your part very well, and I thank you for it.” He lifted her hand up and kissed her knuckles as he continued to drive, leaving her a bit mystified. Why would someone want to upset their father that much?

“Loki, why in the world are we going to Harry Winston for rings? They’re absurdly expensive!”

All he did was smile when responding. “Because, dear Eva, you deserve the best and should also look the part. This is part of what we agreed upon.”

“I don’t need some giant, gaudy ring on my finger!” He patted her thigh. “Relax, Eva. When the contract is over, you can keep the ring or sell it. It’s up to you.”

There was no arguing with him, and that’s how it remained when he practically dragged her to the Harry Winston store that weekend. There was one he tried to get her to agree on, but she was adamant it was both too much, and too gaudy.

She looked around, trying to find something they could perhaps agree on until she saw one particular ring.

“Madam has an excellent eye. This is part of our bridal couture collection. This particular one,” he spoke as he pulled out the ring, “has a 5 carat center diamond with 36 pear and round shaped diamonds surrounding it.”

“No, no. I was just looking. That’s much too nice for me,” she tried to protest. The gentleman behind the counter carefully removed the ring from it’s soft pillow and gestured for her to try it on. “Really, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” That man was going to be the death of her. “That ring is perfect for you.” Loki took the ring from the salesman in one hand and picked up her left hand with his free one, sliding the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. “It’s like it was made for you.” The gentleman behind the counter wholeheartedly agreed. “It’s a perfect fit.”

She couldn’t find it in her to disagree with him. This ring was like something out of a cheesy rom com where the handsome millionaire fell in love with the dog walker. ‘Holy shit! That makes me the dog walker!’ She kept that thought to herself.

Before Eva knew it, they were walking out of the store, that ring remaining on her hand while Loki selected a simple platinum band. “Why do you get the simple ring, and I get this giant one?”

Loki shrugged. “I’m not much of a jewelry guy, but I couldn’t not wear anything. And that ring is perfect for this charade.”

When they arrived into the office Monday morning with a ring on her finger that she swore could be seen from space, the news of their marriage spread like wildfire and ended with the ladies of the office planning a post wedding engagement party, wanting to hear all the details and celebrate her ability to ring in the notoriously emotionally stunted, intransigent man who didn’t believe in marriage.

Little did she know that Loki was receiving similar treatment from the gentlemen in the office; however, he politely told them to mind their own business and fuck off. Eva wished she could do that.

Dividers by @jiyascepter

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wildflowerluver · 2 years

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clementine

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

the hotchner family adopts a new pet

cw: established relationship, jack calls reader ‘mom’, aaron is a cat person, bau reader

wc: 1.8k

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jack first posed the question about getting a pet at family dinner.

you and aaron could both tell something was on his mind. he was picking at his mac and cheese, typically his favorite meal, and had a certain look on his face that usually meant he had something on his mind.

the last time jack acted like this was when he wanted to ask if he could start to call you ‘mom.’

aaron was the first to take the bait. “not hungry, buddy?”

jack shrugged. his silence was more than telling.

you glanced towards aaron to see where he was going to go with this though before he could say anything, jack was finally speaking up.

“can we get a pet?” he asked.

clearly the immediate silence wasn’t the answer jack was looking for.

“please, please!” jack begged.

you stayed quiet. as much as you would love to get a pet to fulfill jack’s wants, you know the ultimate decision is up to aaron.

“jack,” aaron started. “your mom and i are away too much for a pet. we wouldn’t be able to care for it. plus animals are a lot of work and they’re messy.”

“but i could help!” jack protested.

“i’m sorry buddy but it wouldn’t work out. maybe when you’re a little older.”

jack frowned at the rejection and sunk back into his seat. you reached across the table to squeeze his hand.

the rest of the dinner went by with little disturbance. although jack was still upset, he eventually started to eat and talk about his day.

while aaron cleared the plates and began on the dishes once you were finished eating, you leaned towards the young boy.

“cat or dog?” you whispered to jack.

he thought about it for only a moment, his face mimicking the way he concentrates when doing a math problem.

“cat,” jack decided.

you beamed. “i think that can be arranged.”

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you and jack devised a plan to convince aaron behind his back.

you gathered a few sheets of large paper and some art supplies and let him get started. the entire thing was jack’s work. you simply helped with the spelling when asked. there were a few things he wouldn’t let you see and you turned a blind eye.

the next time a family pet gets brought up is a few weeks later.

you and aaron had a long case out west.

a week without sufficient rest or seeing jack were all factors that made aaron easily convinced to give the team a long weekend.

jack was ecstatic to have both of his parents home for a few days. you spent the first few hours simply resting and sleeping off the jet lag before jack had dragged you both into the living room.

“i need to show you guys something,” jack giggles. “i have to go get it. stay here!”

you curl into aaron’s side before jack is rushing back into the room. his arms are filled with an array of multi-colored paper and sporting the same grin that aaron had on some occasions.

“i really really want a cat,” jack starts. “so i worked really hard on a few reasons why.”

jack sorts through the paper to find his first point while aaron turns to you.

“did you know about this?” aaron murmurs.

you meet his gaze, biting your lip to hide your smile.

“no idea,” you answer. he doesn’t push it after you kiss his cheek.

jack presents each reason with growing emotion. he’s drawn visuals too. your heart melts when you see the stick figure version of the three of you. even on paper you and aaron are holding hands.

he ends it by handing his dad a letter.

“what’s this?” aaron raises an eyebrow.

“aunty penny said she would watch the cat whenever you are working,” jack explained. “she even signed it!”

aaron skims the note and you resist the urge to laugh at jack’s creativity. no wonder he had a few things you couldn’t be a part of.

“what do you think?”

the question was turned to you. “i think that an animal would keep jack company while we work. plus cats aren’t as much work as dogs. and if penelope said she would watch it then i’m in.”

aaron’s face shifts into the serious one you only see during work hours. for a moment, you think he’s gonna shoot the whole idea down. he instead squeezes your leg.

“we can go to the shelter tomorrow.”

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jack was bouncing in his seat the entire drive to the shelter.

you had to admit, you were pretty excited too. moving in with aaron was a massive milestone in your relationship, but adopting an animal together feels like a whole new realm.

on the way over, the three of you discussed what kind of cat you would want. there wasn’t much bias besides age; the idea of jack growing up with a kitten seemed like the obvious choice.

you called ahead to the shelter to let them know about your interest in adopting. a vet took you around to the various cages/rooms to show you what animals were available for adoption.

you stopped in front of one of the rooms that had a few different cats in it. aaron hoisted jack up to rest on his hip so he could see.

a little orange tabby kitten who was sleeping in one of the beds caught your eye.

she was only a few months old and was just dropped off at the shelter that morning. she hadn’t even been listed on the ‘new animals’ section of the website.

one look from jack to you and aaron confirmed that you would be leaving the shelter with her.

“this the one you want, buddy?” aaron asked. you squeezed his hand.

jack nodded his head quickly. he shot forward, doing his best to wrap both of his short arms around you and aaron. “thank you! thank you! thank you!” he repeated.

you and aaron had a long series of papers you needed to fill out though in comparison to work files, it didn’t feel like much. it was standard things: who lived in the house, any other pets, and a few other general things about the adoption itself.

it’s not long before a vet guides you, aaron, and jack to a private room where the kitten is.

aaron keeps a firm hand on jack’s shoulder as you walk in. “remember buddy, she’s a lot smaller than you are. she might be nervous too. be gentle, okay?”

the kitten takes her time to investigate the three of you in the room. to help aid her comfort, you sit down on the floor and pat the spot next to you for jack to sit. she sniffs you and jack first before she hops into your lap.

you pet the kitten in your arms. “look aaron, we’re parents of two now.”

aaron leaned down to kiss the crown of your head.

the tabby, still nameless, pushed herself out of your arms and trotted over to where aaron stood behind you. she sniffed him for only a moment before rubbing against his pant leg.

“i think someone likes you,” you grinned as you peered up to him.

“i’m just glad she likes me on the day i wear jeans.”

his grumble is ignored as the kitten looks up towards his stoic face and lets out one of the quietest meows you’ve ever heard. she raised one paw as if to ask for attention.

jack shifted to sit in your lap as aaron knelt down.

his hand is enormous in comparison to the small animal. it doesn’t take a profiler to see the smile tugging at aaron’s lips. he pets her gently. the tabby’s purring starts almost immediately.

“i think she needs a name,” aaron suggests.

you turn to jack. it was his idea after all.

“she’s orange,” jack points out. “how about clem-cleme-”

the full word is still a bit of a challenge for him to say.

“clementine,” aaron finishes for his son.

“yeah!”

aaron finally scoops her up to hold her.

“welcome to the family clementine.”

____

though aaron was initially hesitant to adopt an animal, clementine fits right into the family.

true to his word, jack helps out with caring for her. penelope takes care of clem too when you and aaron are away. she and sergio have become good friends.

it’s not all easy, there’s definitely struggles. clementine sheds a lot. aaron has had to purchase more lint rollers than ever before, especially after clementine has developed a habit of sleeping on his suit jackets.

the joy of companionship outweighs the minimal time it takes aaron to lint roll his suit.

clementine is great for jack with you and aaron working. even when you’re home and aaron is stuck at the office, she provides a source of comfort when you’re missing him. like tonight, when aaron was swarmed with extra files from the previous case. you offered to help, of course, but he refused. it was already late and he knew you needed sleep.

aaron unlocks the door and steps in quietly. he knows jack is asleep upstairs and doesn’t want to wake him. he cracks open his son’s door to check on him before entering your shared bedroom.

the lights are off and aaron can infer that you’re asleep. however, you aren’t alone in bed.

“hi clem,” aaron greets the kitten who was curled up beside you. “taking my spot?”

clementine chirps and rolls her head against his hand.

“aaron?” your voice is gravely as you peel your eyes open.

even in the dark you can still make out his silhouette.

“hi honey,” aaron whispers. he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth, just ghosting your lips. when you whine, he finally kisses you properly. “sorry for waking you up though i see clementine has been keeping you company?”

the kitten chirps from her spot on the blanket.

“oh,” you start, a bit more awake now. “she’s been here all night. i think she’s happy to see you.”

“i don’t doubt that.”

aaron gets ready for bed as quiet as possible. after slipping into pajamas and brushing his teeth, he’s crawling into bed beside you. just as you move to curl into his chest, clementine is padding up the blanket before promptly sitting on aaron’s chest.

your giggle is quiet. aaron huffs, clearly expecting to be cuddling with you and not a kitten.

you kiss him gently and maneuver yourself to still be close to him.

“goodnight aaron.”

“goodnight honey.”

when you wake up the next morning, aaron and clementine are still snuggled together.

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