#which is also why i gave him pig ears & tail

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Ok I have coffeed up 🦀🦀🦀

Could I request a fic about a Male Reader Border Collie Hybridbeing hired to look after the pets of the Syndicate while theyre at a meeting? Having to feed every single dog, Ranboos cat, Carl, the parrots, Steve the bear, etc? Trying to wrangle the foxes because theyre trying to eat poison potatoes, shooing zombies off the turtle eggs? -🌱🌟

The Syndicate’s Pet Sitter - BorderCollie!Hybrid!Reader

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Nihachu

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request for my beloved 🌱🌟<3

Summary: The Syndicate is meeting up early in the morning and didn’t have the chance to feed their pets yet. Luckily Y/N who lives there as well but isn’t part of the Syndicate can take care of them. And no that is totally not because Border Collies are good herding dogs.

Words count: 4732

Authors Note: I just noticed I missed the foxes oh no ;_; Why do the Syndicate have so many pets I swear! I hope you guys enjoy this! Esp you 🌱🌟 since you requested it! I also haven’t had the chance to properly look over it look for typos, I apologize! I’ll deal with that as soon as I can! Also thanks for the prompt 😌 I have a weakness for animals and dogs

The chest let out a strained creak as Technoblade closed it for what felt like the hundredth time. He was preparing for the next meeting of the Syndicate and this time he, as well as Phil, had actually planned a few things other than just showing the newest members where the headquarters were and setting up the rules for the organization.

While both men were busy running from chest to chest collecting materials and writing down information into books, they were accompanied by a soft rhythmic thud as well.

That sound came from Y/N. More specifically his tail swishing up and down as he was sitting in front of a window on the windowsill. Watching peacefully as the two went about their business.

Y/N was a Dog Hybrid. A Border Collie Hybrid to be specific. He has been technically living with Techno and Philza for a while now but Techno liked to act as if he was just some stranger to him.

When Y/N first came to the SMP Philza and Techno were the first people he met and ever since then he has gotten quite attached to them.

At first Techno tried to get rid off him, especially since he always gave him wishy washy answers concerning his opinions on governments but Y/N wouldn’t let himself get spooked off that easily and even begun building his own little home close to them without asking. At that point Techno had to accept defeat and let him begrudgingly stay.

Philza liked to poke fun at that fact but he also understood Techno’s caution. Though over time Y/N has shown to be a trusty ally that could keep secrets, even once leading people astray since they became dangerously close to their home. Because of that Philza brought once the idea up that maybe they should let Y/N join the Syndicate after all as well.

Of course Techno immediately shut down the idea for the simple fact that not once has Y/N ever clearly stated that he was against any kind of government. There was no point in arguing with the Pig Hybrid about this particular topic so Philza just dropped the issue altogether.

That said after Niki came over to join the Syndicate and Ranboo got roped in it as well, Y/N managed to at least learn of the name of the organization.

He even asked to join to which Techno just said “Prove to us you are an anarchist and maybe I will think about it.”

“So you are saying you just want me to tell you the things you want to hear in order to get in? Doesn’t seem that smart to me.”

Y/N would always pull out these snide remarks whenever that topic came up.

For some reason Y/N woke up early and found that both Philza and Techno got up early as well so he just let himself in, sat down next to the window and begun happily munching on some cold steak for breakfast.

Techno made a point of ignoring him only muttering something about a “damn mutt” under his breath while Philza was chuckling to himself. Y/N’s fluffy dog ears obviously picked up on it but the happy swags of his tail continued on, knowing that if Techno really was annoyed by him, he would have already intervened way back when he begun building his home.

Phil was rummaging through a chest, trying to find some extra paper only to suddenly stop moving and turn around to look at Y/N, his arms still in the chest.

“Y/N?” adding a whistle to ensure that he would gain his attention.

As a response the Dog Hybrid looked absolutely aghast “Did you just-? Did you just whistle at me? Did you, Philza, just whistle at me to get my attention? Like a dog?”

“Sorry, just kind of happened but since you are here I have a request for you.”

Now Technoblade stopped whatever he was doing as well to observe what was happening in front of him, curious what he was proposing. A smirk adorning his features knowing full well that Philza probably whistled on purpose seeing how Y/N was kind of an unwelcome guest right now.

“You can request but no guarantee I will fulfill your request, old man.” Y/N spoke through an exaggerated pout.

This only earned him a tired sigh from Philza “Yeah, Yeah. As you can see we are up early for a reason but this also means we didn’t have the chance yet to feed the animals. Could you feed them all and make sure they’ll be alright while we are gone? You know how this place can get with pets.”

“All? Like all the pets? Like you want me to feed all the pets and take care of them?” Y/N was obviously intimated by the idea of the task judging with how his voice jumped up an octave to the end of the question. But who could blame him. Over time the group managed to amass a comical amount of pets which included a full hound army, polar bears, turtles, cows, Carl the Horse and in Ranboo’s case even parrots.

That reminded him.

“Does that include Ranboo’s bird and cat?”

“Does what include my bird and cat?” Suddenly the door swung open as Ranboo stepped inside Techno’s home. Cramping up the small cabin even more. The cold winter air only managing to sneak in for a short moment before he made sure to close the wooden door again.

Techno chuckled “We are asking Y/N here to feed our pets while we are busy at our meeting and to make sure they are safe while we are gone. He has time after all.”

Y/N’s shocked expression turned to a frown. Oh they did that deliberately alright.

Ranboo took a moment to take in the scene before he slowly nodded “Oh, if that is the case then I would actually really appreciate it if you could take a look at my parrot and cat. I haven’t had the chance to feed them yet since I ran out of seeds for the bird. Actually the reason I came over here was because I wanted to ask you guys if you had some extra.”

Techno’s smirk was ever present on his face as he motioned with his hand towards his mass of chests “Somewhere in there we have some but I’m sure Y/N will find them and take care of your pets as well.”

“Would you?”

Ranboo sounded so genuine and almost surprised by this that Y/N couldn’t come up with a snarky response but instead he looked defeated.

“I- alright. I will take care of your pets while you do your stupid Syndicate meeting.”

“We trained him well, Techno.”

“That we did, old friend.”

Now Y/N’s happy tail wagging did finally stop and he jumped up away from the window, surprising Ranboo in the process “You didn’t train me! I’m not one of your dogs!”

He knew they were joking but he still couldn’t let that stand.

Philza stepped closer to Y/N and put one of his hands on his head between his ears. Giving a short pat only to remove his hand again “Yes, we know. If that was true you would be listening to us at all times. Anyways, I spotted Niki outside and we are ready, so, we’ll be going. Make sure nothing happens to the animals! We are putting our trust in you!”

Before Y/N could protest or retract his agreement the group made sure to leave the little hut as fast as possible. Ranboo was very confused but still followed the others outside to loudly greet Niki.

Y/N himself was so bewildered by this whole situation he didn’t even make the effort to run out to greet Niki as well. Instead his thoughts begun to swirl around his new responsibilities.

What do Polar Bears eat? How is he going to feed all of the dogs? By Ender he hoped that Techno had all the necessary things in one of his chests.

That’s when a stray thought hit him “Did they hire me as pet sitter because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid? Did they seriously make me the pet sitter because Border Collie’s are stereotypically good herding dogs?”

That thought had to set in for a moment as he was asking himself if this seriously could be the case and knowing them that might have very well been a thought that crossed their minds. They all joked around about their hybrid parts but this was just ridiculous.

He didn’t know how yet but somehow he will make sure that the damn Pig and the Birdbrain will get this back tenfold. Ranboo was okay in Y/N’s book since he mostly got pulled into this by the others but even then he was still on thin ice.

“I better get going.” He whispered in order to try to pull himself out of his thoughts.

First on the agenda were the Polar Bears. Mostly since he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and just wanted to get it over with but also one of the Bears was laying inside the hut. Snuggling close to the fire place.

That polar bear was Steve and Techno often made comments of him being his emotional support animal and at this point Y/N just believed him. With Techno who knew at this point.

Well what would Steve eat? Just some meat?

“Fish!”

How he didn’t immediately come to that conclusion he didn’t know but better late than never.

Y/N excitedly rubbed his hands together. Time to snoop through Techno’s things. No way in hell is he going to use his own resources to feed their pets. Hence why he begun looking through Techno’s chests. Taking note of things like stray armor, golden apples and enchantment books.

Somewhere in a corner he found some cooked fish. Should be fine, right?

Taking a couple of fish he moved over to Steve who was still lazily draped on the ground enjoying the heat from the fire. Carefully and slowly Y/N put down a couple of fish in front of his big snout. His dog ears pressed down on his head as he stared rigidly at the bear. Hoping for the best.

Steve’s black nose begun to twitch. He slowly opened up his eyes and lazily begun nudging the food closer to his snout with his big paw. Snacking on the pile of fish.

“Okay? I’m guessing that’s fine? I think?”

Just to make sure he still threw more fish towards him and then made his way with a second pile outside where Ed was waiting for his food as well. Ed was way more active and often enough obstructs the way up the stairs that lead to both Philza’s and Techno’s house.

Philza was always annoyed at Ed because of that particular reason. Though today he was a good Polar Bear that was sitting next to the stairs staring at Ender knows what.

Y/N threw him his pile of fish and watched for a second as he happily begun munching on them.

“Guess I’m doing alright after all.”

Almost as if to answer the bear suddenly begun to move towards Y/N which made him panic. Stepping back, trying to understand what he was doing now. Sure the bears are cute but also big and dangerous if they wanted to be.

But Ed bowed his head down and softly pressed his head against Y/N’s chest.

“Is this a thanks, buddy? Aw, no problem.”

Tentatively Y/N placed his hand on the bear’s head to give him one or two scritches. To which Ed then let out a deep puff of air through his nose and immediately moved back to his food to continue his breakfast.

All the Polar Bears are fed. Now only the whole hound army, cows, parrot, Carl the Horse, Turtles and Enderchest the Cat were left. Oh by Ender. That is still a lot.

Y/N immediately ran back into Techno’s hut and begun to search through his chests again. Grabbing things like Seeds, Sea Grass, more fish and some steak.

The parrot and cat were the easiest to deal with first so he decided to run into Ranboo’s house. Even if just to avoid the cold outside for a tiny bit longer.

He climbed down the ladder and found the parrot patiently waiting for him. Excitedly squawking as soon as he saw him.

Placing the seeds in front of the animal Y/N took a good look at the colorful bird.

“How are you doing? Keeping Ranboo company? Making sure he isn’t feeling too lonely?”

“Company! Company!” Ranbird answered in a shrill voice only to continue picking up the seeds off the ground.

Y/N liked spending time with Ranboo. He was a bit of an enigma with his memory issues and interesting behavior at points but Y/N loved hanging out with him. He would always try to offer to play pranks on Techno but Ranboo was too apprehensive about it, not wanting to make the scary Pig Hybrid mad at him.

The two had a bit of a running joke going on where both Ranboo and Y/N would call the other weird. Ranboo for his weird behavior and Y/N for the simple fact that he apparently didn’t fear Techno at all. Philza and Ranboo having to mostly hold him back before he could seriously upset Techno.

“Enderchest? Come here!” Y/N called out and continued to do the typical mouth noises to attract cats. Luckily he did come around a corner.

Happily meowing when Enderchest saw Y/N. Chirping as he pressed his body against Y/N’s legs.

“See, you are a kitty and I am a dog hybrid but we like each other.” Was he still a bit salty about the fact that they most certainly chose him to take care of the pets due to his Hybrid side?

Yes. Definitely.

Sure, no one else was there who could deal with it but on the other hand normally they were always so prepared for everything so this must have been planned beforehand. They didn’t feed the animals on purpose because obviously he was there and had time.

A loud meow pulled Y/N back out of his thoughts again.

“Sorry, Enderchest. You are right it’s food time.”

He then took out two fish and placed it in front of the cat who immediately put them in his mouth and ran off with them. Probably to eat in peace.

Next on the list was Carl. If Y/N didn’t make sure that Carl was absolutely doing alright and was fed Techno would kill him. And while Y/N liked to joke with Techno and pretend that he wasn’t as dangerous as everyone else is treating him like, he also knew that Carl is so important to him that Techno let him get himself kidnapped by the Butcher Army for the horse’s safety.

Technoblade hid his horse behind a wall but Philza one day accidentally found it. Y/N immediately took the chance to build an actual hidden entrance. He liked being a bit of an annoyance for Techno but if he can somehow help out, he will.

Pressing a button on the stone wall gave away to the little stable he and Philza made for Carl.

“Breakfast!”

Some Hay and other food was always ready for Carl so all Y/N had to do was put some of it in the tray and make sure he still had water. Everything seemed fine so Y/N took a second to pet him.

“No idea why Techno is so attached to you but you do seem like a good one. He protects you so you better make sure to not disappoint him as well.”

Carl neighed and nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s shoulder. Softly nabbing on the clothes which made the man laugh in return and softly shoved Carl’s face away from him.

“My clothes aren’t food, buddy!”

Luckily Carl didn’t continue to screw around and instead concentrated on his actual food.

The next pit stop were the turtles and cows. It was easy feeding them since you just placed down the food and then let them go about their day. No, the dog army would be a problem later. They might be war dogs but they were still playful dogs.

Y/N closed up the stable for Carl and made his way through the snow towards the cows first. Opening up a chest that stood close by. He placed it there a few days back with a ton of wheat. It was meant as way to help with the feeding. It was meant for the others since these cows didn’t belong to him but now he was stuck with the responsibility after all.

The cows were happily chewing on the food that Y/N threw into their enclosure and seemed to be doing alright as well so he moved on to the turtles.

For the turtles he actually had to get into the enclosure. Putting the kelp down near the water so the turtles inside the water could see him placing the food down as well. All the while he had to make sure to not accidentally walk on top of the eggs that some of these turtles have laid.

The animals themselves seemed to ignore Y/N. Just slowly crawling along the coarse sand or floating inside the water.

That’s when Y/N heard a groan from behind him. A groan he knew too well.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Y/N swiveled around and pulled out his netherite sword. A sword he made with the help of Philza. During his travels in the nether he found some ancient debris but since he never worked with that material he asked Phil for help. Which was also the reason why the purple sword was called Swordza.

“You helped me make it, I’m naming it after you.” He said to Philza’s dismay.

Right now though the reason why he turned around so fast was that he heard the familiar retching sound of a zombie. It was still early in the morning no surprise there that a loose zombie might be around the place.

Also no surprise that the zombie appeared around the turtle enclosure. For some reason they loved trampling down turtle eggs which was really just barbaric if you really thought about it. Beings that seemingly just wandered around the overworld with no goal but as soon as they spot turtle eggs they suddenly know exactly where to go. Well, besides when they find a human to attack.

The zombie limped towards the turtles.

Y/N didn’t wait long to react. He immediately took a running start and jumped over the fence. Striking down with his sword while he was landing, giving the attack a little more oomph. Together with the enchantments on the sword the zombie fell down into a burning mess. Gurgling sounds escaping it only to die down. A growl escaped Y/N’s throat as he stared at the dead mob.

“Nothing will happen to the little ones while I have anything to say about it!”

He took another sweeping look around the place but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a relieved sigh he put his sword back. The turtles were fed and safe.

Though as he looked around his eyes fell unto the hoard of dogs. All fenced in under a self-made roof. Most of the dogs were laying around either in a small pile or alone. Some were trotting around or even playing but it seemed like the dogs were still tired.

It was time to deal with them.

Y/N walked over to the dogs and as he stepped closer the animals immediately took notice of him. A few running over to him while others just patiently stared. As he got closer to the fence the nearest dogs put their front paws on the fence. Barking excitedly.

If Y/N went in like this some will run out and that was not something he wanted to deal with. There was still some adrenaline pumping through his veins from back when he spotted the zombie but he was still slowly beginning to freeze. Honestly he wanted to get through this fast so he can go back into his cabin and enjoy the warmth of his hearth.

Maybe even begin to plot on how to get back at the Syndicate for doing this to him.

But this wasn’t important right now.

Y/N let out a sharp and loud whistle “Away! Come one! Move out of the way!” He pointed to a corner and surprisingly the dogs seemed to understand that he wanted them away from the gates.

When he opened said gate the dogs patiently waited for him to move in and close it again before they suddenly begun to swarm him. Jumping up trying to lick his face or they began sniffing him out.

“Hey! Stop! I can’t feed you like that!”

He had a frown on his face but his tail was happily swinging from side to side as the dogs greeted him.

“Okay, stop! Sit!”

Luckily the dogs were well trained since they immediately sat down. Still panting in excitement and whining but now they weren’t trying to pull Y/N down to play with him.

In return Y/N got out the steaks out of his inventory and walked past the dogs. Giving each one of them their share. Whenever some dogs begun to scuffle over the food all Y/N had to do was to whistle or yell “Stop!” and they would listen.

Truthfully he feared that feeding the dogs would be the most difficult task of all the animals but as it turned out they listened to him rather well. It’s probably only because Techno trained them so well but still, maybe there is a way Y/N could use this power for himself.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to feed all the dogs but once he reached the last one the first dogs were already done eating and happily following Y/N around the fenced off area. Sometimes barking, hoping to get his attention. While his ears would always move in the direction of the barking dogs, he made  appoint to concentrate on the dogs that he was actually interacting with.

Though when he was done he finally turned around to look at the happy dogs “You guys are needy, did you know that?”

As if to answer a dog right in front of him sat down and woofed at him.

Y/N rolled his eyes and knelt down, scratching that one particular dog behind his ear “You little pooch.”

That was a mistake. A huge mistake.

As he went down and balanced on the front of his feet the other dogs saw their chance as he went down to their height, practically jumping on.

Startled the Hybrid let out a yelp as the dogs pushed him on his back. Licking his face or tugging on his clothes.

He tried pushing the dogs away from his face but it he was unsuccessful. For every dog he pushed away two new dogs would try to jump into that new space. Sadly also pushing the dogs away seemed to be something fun for them.

At some point Y/N managed to get back up but still got swarmed by the dogs. All the dogs now in a happy playful mood after having eaten. Y/N could just tell them off but everyone on the outside could see that he had fun as well playing and tussling with the dogs.

Over time that tussling just became the dogs jumping into Y/N arms so he could throw them a few feet away while simultaneously trying to not fall down as some dogs begun tugging on his clothes again. The longer it kept going the more tired he got which was hi downfall. Quite literally.

He fell over again and while the dogs swarmed around him they too were getting tired and just laid down next to him. Framing his body or just straight up laying on top of him, one dog even snuggled up to his head, ending up more as a pillow for him.

At first Y/N tried to struggle against being buried alive by the animals but as soon as he noticed the warmth engulfing his body instead of the cold harsh wind he accepted his fate.

After all he was done with feeding the pets.

“Horrible. Techno would be proud with how relentless you all are.” A yawn escaped his lips which seemed to infect a few of the dogs as well.

It really didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It was warm, soft and he felt safe.

The meeting for the Syndicate took longer than expected. They spent way too much time trying to find a common goal to start with. They didn’t want to do something huge at the beginning but start small, something that would test their cooperation and teamwork.

Though after they finally found something and started planning a few hours had past and since both Ranboo and Niki apparently had people to meet they had to stop the meeting early.

“You think the animals will be fine?” Ranboo asked Philza as they stepped out of their hidden headquarters.

The older man just waved off his question “Ah, they will be fine! We rag on Y/N often but we can trust him with things like these. He’s a good one even if he absolutely refuses to give Techno a straight answer when it comes to governments. I do believe he is only doing that to annoy him though.”

As the group approached their home again everyone took a good look around.

“Well, everything seems normal.” Techno noted.

Niki scowled “Aw I had hoped to see him. I couldn’t even say hello when I got here.”

That’s when Ranboo stopped dead in his track. He wanted to go home to get ready for Snowchester but something inside the dog pen caught his attention “Oh by Ender! There is an arm! The dogs have an arm!”

The other three ran over, confused with what the hell he was talking about only to see he was right. There was an arm sticking outside of the dogpile. Why did the dogs pile up in the first place though?

Out of nowhere Phil snorted and pressed his hand against his chest and mouth. Trying to stifle a laugh.

Niki still looked shocked and worried, confused with Phil’s reaction “What? Philza, why are you laughing?”

“Let me show you. Y/N! Are you awake, mate?”

At first nothing happened but then suddenly the arm moved and retreated back inside the dogpile. Now the others understood what happened.

Both Niki and Ranboo looked a bit embarrassed that they genuinely thought that these dogs might have ripped off an arm and were now cuddling with it.

Techno stayed stoic as always. Folding his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Y/N to properly react.

“Y/N, come on!” Phil called out again.

A muffled groan came from the pile of dogs and Y/N’s head appeared as he sat up “What?” He whined “I was having such a nice dream!”

“Oh my- Y/N! Good morning!” Niki greeted the Hybrid happily.

In response Y/N got a bit out of his furry burial but still pulled one of the ferocious war dogs closer to himself, hugging it. His tail now out as well showing the others his happy mood as he slowly drifted off again.

“Hello, Niki.” He sounded still half asleep. At least the others assumed since his face was buried in the dogs grey fur.

“Y/N please get away from my hound army. They are bred to fight and kill not for hugs and naps.” Techno grumbled.

“Then why are they so comfy and love me so much. They love me so much more than you” He made sure to drawl out the word “love” to really hammer that fact in.

“Let’s make Y/N then our go to pet sitter.” Phil noted.

This seemed to wake up Y/N, he immediately looked up with a scowl “No! I am not going to be your pet sitter! You put me in that role in the first place because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid, or am I wrong? If it’s true that’s seriously screwed up, by the way!”

Techno sighed “Yep, there he is. Now he is awake alright.”

[obey-only-me]

MC Turns into a Cat By: Akuzondelivery

It doesn’t seem to matter how many times magick goes wrong for you. You seem to always find a way to get caught up as someone’s guinea pig or just succumb to curiosity. However this time the outcome was a lot less horrific.

A pair of cat ears on top of your head had replaced your normal ones and a long tail now tickled your ankles. No one said this would happen??

Frantically you looked over your notes, what could have gone wrong? Ah...too much of everything; measuring, your biggest weakness. Well...looks like you should get some help before whatever is going on gets worse. Luckily you were able to spot one of the brothers alone in the hallway!

Lucifer:

- “Are you a cat now?” Though it was a question it sounded more like a statement.

- “I’m sorry...” you frowned and looked away. You felt bad for once again making him help you.

- Regretted his tone immediately and walked you to the library. Assuring you it was no problem and easy to fix.

- Thought how your ears moved with your emotions was cute.

- “Your ears suit you.” Lucifer gave you a smile.

- You melted a little, but pouted in hopes that he wouldn’t tease you too much.

- He did manage to pull your tail at least once before turning you back.

- “I’ll have to collar you next time, but I hope you see that more as a treat than a punishment.”

Mammon:

- Freezes after you get his attention and ask for help.

- Laughs hysterically but pushes you back into your room. He didn’t want Levi or especially Satan to see you and steal you away.

- Takes pictures of you from different angles and asks you to try on different outfits. (You choose if you oblige or not.)

- Says he’s going to sell them to his brothers, but he’s actually keeping them for himself in a private folder.

- When he’s done plotting he sees your actually worried you might turn into a cat.

- You look so adorable with your flustered face and perky ears.

- Takes you to Lucifer to undo the spell since he doesn’t want to make it worse.

- “You were so cute with those ears and that tail...but I like ya this way the most.”

Levi:

- With those ears on top of your head you look like Ruri-Chan from the newest OVA.

- Takes you to his room where he can use his computer to look the spell up. But is secretly watching you from the corner of his eye, your tail swaying as you walked.

- Secretly wished you would curl up in his lap and fall asleep.

- You were reading several different spell books on your stomach when he accidentally stepped on your tail.

- Feels absolutely terrible and ends up hugging you to comfort himself you.

- Once he’s done sobbing and apologizing he asks a favor.

- “P-please dress up Ruri-Chan! I have some other things for you to try too!” There are literal stars in his eyes.

- You obliged and like Mammon he took tons of pictures for...scientific and magical purposes.

Satan:

- Let’s face it, this is one of his fantasies come true. Does not hesitate to indulge.

- Immediately takes you to his room...for protection? He tries to rationalize, but he’s so excited.

- Gushes for like an hour about how cute you are, he will play with your ears until you couldn’t take it anymore.

- Bonus points if they’re sensitive. Satan can’t resist teasing them if they make you squirm.

- “I mean you can just...stay like this.”

- Satan cuddles are amazing, even more so when he pets and plays with your hair.

- Once he figures out how to reverse the enchantment he makes you meow for it.

- “C’mon kitten...you can do it.”

Asmo:

- “MC~” he would look at you with excitement and worry. “What have you done?”

- You explain what happened and he thinks it’s best to consult Solomon.

- After a quick call to Solomon, it turns out it’ll wear off on its own.

- Also doesn’t want you to be stolen away so takes you to your room.

- Takes cute selfies with you and grooms your tail. Which feels extra nice with all the softening products he used.

- “Aaaaah MC! Come curl up next to me!”

- Pets your ears while he reads a magazine, you fall asleep with a little purr and he almost cries.

- “MC~ Just stay my little pet, hm?”

Beel:

- His eyes widened, why do you keep messing with strange magick?

- Absolutely does not hear you asking for help, just absentmindedly watched your fluffy ears twitch.

- “Beel? ...Beel.” His big hands grab your ears a little too roughly. “Beel!!”

- Once he snaps out of it he apologizes profusely. “You’re just so cute and fluffy.”

- Takes you to Belphie. Beel is sure he will love this new form of yours.

- He does! Belphie gently strokes your tail while Beel plays with your ears.

- The whole thing was very over stimulating and exhausting. You all end up falling asleep, kitten squished in the middle.

- During the night, the weak magick you cast disappeared and by morning were normal again!

Belphie:

- Laughed at how adorable you looked. Definitely teases you for being too dumb to do magick.

- Tells you not to worry and takes you to the attic.

- It’s the highest place in the house and cats like heights?

- Pulls your tail hard when it starts whipping around.

- Puts a blanket down in front of the window and because cat instincts you wound up laying there.

- He fell asleep next to you, tugging at your ears as you slept.

- Thought the faces you made while you slept were the best.

- When you wake up Belphie’s hands are still tangled in your hair but the ears are gone!

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon: Let’s break up on the 30th of February

This work, 我们 2月30日号分手吧, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

Every failed prank pulled on Victor has only served to embolden you. Once again, you’ve come up with an idea on how to challenge him.

“Victor. After giving it much thought, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February.” Exercising your acting skills, you bite your lower lip, standing before him with a pitiful expression. Your eyes are welling with tears as you pretend to be torn between reluctance and resoluteness.

“Mm,” Victor responds simply.

Without lifting his head, he circles some data on your proposal with a red pen, then draws a cross.

Hold on, why is this situation turning out different from what you imagined? Wasn’t he supposed to tug on your hand, begging you not to leave with reddened eyes? Turns out the television dramas lied!

You gripe, pinching his ear. “You actually responded with just a ‘mm’!”

“What else?” He creates some distance between himself and the desk, giving you more space to move. Resigned, he covers his hand over yours, rescuing his poor ear from your clutches. 

“Do you not love me anymore? As expected, men don’t know how to treasure what they’ve obtained!” You lunge at him, and the chair swivels backwards along with this action. Fortunately, Victor holds you before you fall.

“Didn’t you say it yourself?” After keeping you steady, he brings you into his arms.

Enraged, you give him glare, climbing up from his body and giving him an angry stomp on the foot. “Who was the one who said he’d never leave me? Now that I want a break up, you aren’t even trying to make me stay.”

Victor’s brows scrunch up in pain. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the 30th of February doesn’t exist?” 

Seeing that your plot has been unravelled, you chuckle in embarrassment. Trying to placate him, you nuzzle into his arms. “Heheh, Teacher Victor is really smart!”

He encircles his arm around your waist. As though he’s forgiving a playful child for the umpteenth time, he pinches your waist as a small punishment. “Since a certain someone doesn’t have sufficient IQ, I’ll have to make up for her absence of IQ.”

“Victor, there’s no need for personal attacks!

[ GAVIN ] 

Having an off day from work, the two of you decide to stay at home instead of heading out.

He’s currently reading a book while you’re scrolling on your phone as usual. All of a sudden, you come across a pretty interesting prank, and decide to use it on Gavin. “Gavin, let’s break up on the 30th of February.

Gavin freezes, the arm around your shoulders loosening by quite a fair amount. He turns his head stiffly towards you, a dash of pain flashing in his dimming amber eyes. “Have you... thought it through?”

“I have. We’ll break up on the 30th of February.” You give him a nod of certainty.

Gavin retracts his right hand which was around you earlier. With his brows tightly knit, he speaks carefully, his tone filled with unease. “Then... before you find someone who can protect you, could I continue protecting you in the meantime?”

Oh my goodness, I forgot how honest this man could be.

“Gav, look at the calendar.” Knowing that you’ve gone too far, you hurriedly tap open the calendar app on your phone.

“I’m not looking! I know that it’s the 26th of February today, and there are four more days till the 30th.” Gavin cranes his neck away, pushing away the phone you’ve brought to him, tone slightly upset. If he had ears on the top of his head, they’d definitely be drooping.

“Why don’t you take another look?” Suppressing your laughter, you push the phone in front of him again.

“I don’t want to!” He squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re going to tell me that it’s a non-leap year, which means there’s a year and four days left. But a year passes by really quickly, and the 30th will arrive soon.”

Oh no, I’ve shocked this poor boy silly.

Not receiving a response from you even after a long time, Gavin opens his eyes to find that you’ve been rendered speechless. He lowers his head with a pout. “Am I wrong?”

With a sigh, you lift his head, giving him a gentle gaze as you explain. “Dear, it’s a non-leap year, but there are only 29 days in February even in a leap year. There will never be a 30th February, which is why I’ll never break up with you in this lifetime.”

“...”

Gavin blinks, reacting only after a long while. Reaching out to encase you back into his arms, his fluffy hair nuzzles the crook of your neck affectionately. “You gave me a scare. In compensation, go stargazing with me tonight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

The bathroom is always the easiest place for inspiration to strike.

“Lucien, I’ve made a decision. I’ll break up with you on the 30th of February.” Your expression is solemn as you step out of the bathroom, looking at Lucien as he reads a book.

The light in Lucien eyes dim, and he sets down the book. With a mellow tone, he asks, “Little Butterfly, are you serious?”

You nod, repeating yourself once more with the acting skills you’ve picked up from actors during filming. “I’m serious. We’ll break up on 30th February.”

Lucien pauses for a moment, then lowers his head in thought. The situation dawns on him, and he releases a sigh, casting you a resigned glance. Tugging on your hand so that you sit in front of the dressing table, he takes out the hair dryer and dries your hair slowly. “Sorry. Even though I know there won’t be a 30th February, I won’t agree to it.”

“Huh? Why not?” You turn your head, speaking loudly amid the whirring wind. “Since you’ve already figured it out, just play along with me!”

He pats your half-dried hair, then turns the hair dryer off. Then, he locates the styling brush and tidies your hair. “I don’t wish for us to be tainted by the term ‘break up’, even if the chances of that happening is zero.”

Lucien is indeed pretty sensitive when it comes to this matter. Realising this, you obediently sit still on the chair like an elementary school kid, leaving him to tidy your hair. “Okay okay, I was in the wrong. I won’t joke about such things next time. Also, I can promise that the butterfly will never leave her painter in this lifetime.”

“Good.” The corners of Lucien’s lips curl upwards, satisfied. 

He picks up the hair dryer again. “Since you’ve admitted your mistake, your punishment will be to make me cream puffs, and accompany me to class tomorrow, in the capacity of a family member.”

[ KIRO ]

Once again catching Kiro red-handed as he steals your snacks, you grab a fistful of his hair angrily. “Kiro, since you’re always taking my snacks, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February!” 

“Miss Chips, you saw that post too?” Kiro completely ignores the first half of your sentence. As though lacking even a shred of remorse, he places your favourite snack back in its original position, unable to hide it in time. He stands up obediently, the innocent expression on his face causing your anger to dissipate.

“Huh? You already know about it?”

“Of course. There’s nothing Kiro doesn’t know!” Being able to escape unscathed, Kiro’s imaginary tail wags in the air.

You roll your eyes, chasing him away from the snack cupboard. “Boring.”

“But Miss Chips, let’s not say such things in the future. I’ll admit that I was a little frightened earlier.” He lifts his hand, showing you a gap between his thumb and forefinger. “But just a little.”

“Really! Did I really scare you?” Pleasantly surprised, you turn around. 

Kiro arches his brows in astonishment, then lowers his head as though upset. “Miss Chips, what’s with that excited expression?”

“Ever since we returned from the haunted house, I’ve always wanted to give you a fright, then snap photographs of your expression and make them into memes,” you laugh, taking out a small box from your pocket. Retrieving the lock from within, you clasp it onto the snack cupboard under Kiro’s shocked gaze.

“Miss Chips!!”

On that day, all the citizens within 10km distance had a discussion online about how they heard a man mimicking the voice of superstar Kiro, but his tone sounded so miserable that it was akin to a squealing pig awaiting its demise.

[ SHAW ]

After who knows how many times of facing Shaw’s mockery, you decide to give him a scare by employing a new prank you learnt on the web.

“Shaw, I’m ending our relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend on the 30th of February!” 

Shaw’s eyes flit to you leisurely as he grabs the final chicken cutlet on the coffee table. Revealing a triumphant grin, he begs to be punched as he responds, “Pick another day. There won’t be a 30th February in your lifetime.”

???

Finding this incredulous, your eyes widen. “You little brat - you’re looking forward to the end of our relationship, aren't you?”

“I wouldn't say that I’m ‘looking forward’ to it, but it’s inevitable.” 

He doesn’t explain further, licking the corners of his lips. Then, he takes a sip of mixed cola from your coke. The longer you watch him, the more enraged you are. It’s often said that people tend to lose their rationality when angry. Without much thought, the words in your head leap out of your mouth.

“Fine! Since you’re so certain, I’ll end this relationship with your annoying eggplant head today!”

“Sure.” Shaw feels around in his pocket.

You turn around to leave, never wanting to see this eggplant head ever again.

“Hey, wait.” He suddenly calls you. “I haven’t gotten my household register.”

Puzzled, you turn around with a glare. “A break up is just a break up. Why do you need your household register?”

Shaw stares at you as though he’s looking at a blockhead. “We’re ending our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, so isn’t the next step to start our relationship as husband and wife?”

At this stage, it’s difficult to remain angry. Yet, in order to preserve some dignity, you stutter and stammer, face flushed. “W-who even wants to start a relationship as husband and wife with you!”

“Who else but you?” Shaw digs through the drawer, retrieving both of your household registers. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you out of the house. “Let’s go and get a marriage license.”

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[tick-fic-nick]

Lying and thievery

(People: Ranboo, Tubbo, Micheal)

Warnings: tickling, being stuck in clothing

Summary: Ranboos attempt to get back at tubbo embarrassing failed.

this is a platonic pairing

Ranboo was having to deal with his husband's crimes for far too long. Everyday Tubbo would steal a different hoodie or sweatshirt. Maybe that was an exaggeration but he didn't have that many! So it was finally time to do something about it.

So while tubbo was working with the nukes he put his plan into action. He made dinner for him and Micheal and then he took one of tubbos yellow sweaters and put it on. He expected that it would fit as long at he could get it over his head, and then would function as a crop top. He didn't realize that his arms would get trapped by the fabric near his head. Vision covered and arms stuck he realized that tubbo might not be home for hours.

Oh no.

The only person he could turn to was his son. He carefully made his way to the living room, making sure not to run into anything.

"Micheal? You there bud?"

There was a pause before he could hear a child's laughter in front of him. "Hi dada" He found himself smiling too.

"Hey Mikey, do you think you could help me out here?" He felt Micheal hug around his calf and took that as yes. "Ok, im going to sit on the couch, I just need you to help me get the shirt around my elbows and I think I can go from there."

He felt Micheal pull his pant leg toward where he could only assume was the couch. He followed. The couch came to meet him allowing him to sit down.

Micheal hopped up next to him, before walking to Ranboos lap and hugging around his torso. He realized that he probably wouldn't be able to reach where he was actually stuck. "Mikey how far up can you reach?"

He yelped when he felt tiny hoofed digits gently feel around his bare armpits. After the shock, he could feel his breath flutter. His arms wanting to fall but they remained stuck. He became very aware that he was basically shirtless right now.

"Ohokay Mikey... you can puhut your arms downn"

But he didn't, instead he moved around again cause giggles to build inside Ranboos chest, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Micheal let out a gasp. "Dada tickly?"

"M-michehehal!"

The small piglin made a happy squeal and began to poke and tickle the best he knew how. It wasn't a lot and Micheal was still a toddler but it still was very flustering for Ranboo, who couldn't see where the next attack would occur.

His giggles grew and so did his struggles, which only made his situation worse. He could feel himself sliding onto his side but Micheal just followed him.

"Mihihihikehehey plehehehease, toohohohoo tihihickly!"

That got the small piglins attention and he stopped his tiny assault. He climbed ontop of ranboos side and gave him a hug as his dad caught his breath.

"Okahay. Now cahan you help dad?"

"Mmhm"

Micheal made his way to the stuck shirt and after a good few minutes was able to get ranboo free. Once he was out, he stretched his arms and ruffled Micheal hair.

"Did you have fun tickling dada?"

Micheal only giggled as a response bringing his hands to his mouth.

"Well..." He sat up and looked at Micheal with playful eyes "I think it's time for someone else to be tickled"

Micheal squealed and hopped off the couch giggling as he ran away.

"Oh no you don't, get back here!" He playfully chased after him. Picking up his squealing little pig, he gently prodded at his tummy.

He brought him back to the couch and sat him down, turning on the TV.

"I'll be right back"

He walked to the next room and picked up on of his dress shirts to put it on. He rehooked the buttons, and tucked it into his pants. He then heard the front door open and Micheal scream "DADDYY!"

He walked out just to see Micheal get picked up into a hug with Tubbo and held him to his side. "Whats going on Mikey?"

Micheal cupped his hand together and whispered something into his ear. Which made tubbos smile turn evil.

"Well it sounds like you two had fun."

Ranboo felt his face warm, and tried to change the subject. "And your home early, it seems."

Tubbo went along, and walked toward the couch "Yeah, we got a lot progress done and we decided to call it a day."

Once he sat down ranboo leaned over the couch and placed a platonic kiss onto tubbos hair. "Well I'm glad your back home."

That seemed to be the end of it for Ranboo. They watched the rest of the movie, and then put Micheal to bed. It was just Ranboo and Tubbo. They put on another movie to watch. Ranboo sitting up against the arm of the couch, and tubbo whose body was facing his husband's, had his head resting on his chest.

Ranboo was almost falling asleep his head sometimes bobbing in and out of consciousness. Tubbo was occasionally waking him up for a part that was coming up in the movie. Like right now.

"Ranboooo" He whispered

No response

Raaaanbooooo"

"...."

He began to poke gently into his sleeping husband's sides. "Raaanbooo~" The end of ranboos tail began to slowly flick back and forth. And his steady breaths began to hitch. The smallers smile grew as he began to pick up the pace, still keeping it on his sides.

"Mmhmn hm"

"Boo? You gotta wake up. I have some questions for you~" the pokes turned gentle scribbling. He knew this wasn't a killer spot for his husband, but it was enough to wake him. Which it did.

Small giggles bubbled out of the half Ender Hybrid, his tail gently flicking side to side. Squirming slightly his hands came up to face "Tuhuboho! Ihim up im uhuhp!"

"Hello Handsome" His hands came to a stop. "Is this how Micheal got you? You were falling asleep?"

"N-No, uh that was different.."

"Different how?"

"Well..." Ranboo wasn't sure if he wanted to tell tubbo that he got stuck trying to wear one of his sweaters. "Thing is, I forgot." He decided to joke.

"What!? I know that's not how your memory thing works!"

"Nope, it totally works that way."

Tubbo paused as he leaned away from the hug squinting up at his husband "Your a lier. I can't believe I married a scoundrel!"

Tubbos false playful anger always was amusing to him, and he couldn't help himself from chuckling. Lucky for tubbo he couldn't see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh I'll give you something to laugh about!" He brought his hands up to his husband's ribcage scribbling at the lower ribs.

The taller jumped with a squeak and squirmed. Each touch sent electricity straight through him. "Wahahait wahaahahait ahahhahhhahah!"

"Ranboo do you admit that you lied!"

"Yeehehes! Okahay I lihihihied!"

"I KNEW IT!" He let his fingers explore a little lower to his belly. The giggles increased and so did squeaks. "Well, my beloved. I guess I have to tickle the truth out of you!"

Oh no

"Tuhuhuhbbohohoh! Pleheheheeahahase!" Ranboo hid his face in his hands.

"Please what? Please tickle the truth out of you, why I'd love to" He reached his hand up to an exposed armpit and scratched. That arm shot down to protect the area. "Oh no im trapped! I've got to find my way out!"

"Nohohohhoho GeheET Ohohout ohof thehhehereehe!"

"Oh I'm trying! Believe me!" He was not trying, he was just vibrating his fingers. This spot was always a good way to make Ranboo curl in onto himself. Tubbo got off of him, not letting up his assault. Ranboo curled up until his was laying on his side on the couch with tubbo sitting next to him, facing his back.

"Pleheheheheeheeahahse!"

Tubbo removed his hands, but leaned down to ranboos neck nuzzling it with his nose. He knew this was a melt spot, but it also flustered him quite a bit.

"Ahehehehhehehe tuhuhbooho!"

With one hand he pulled ranboos hands away from his face and the other snaked to the other side of his neck to lightly scratch. His whispered into ranboos ear "I can see l your blush all the way on your ear, it's adorable."

"Nohohhohot adohohorahahable!"

"I think you are~" tubbo removed himself from ranboos neck and began to rub his back and arm soothingly. "I also think your smile is great."

Ranboo brought his hands to his face again and whined. "Why do you like embarrassing me?"

"Because your cute"

After that, there was quite a long pause, where tubbo just kept rubbing his back occasionall yplaying with his hair. Ranboo finally broke the silence "...Hey tubbo?"

"Yes boo?"

Ranboo removed his hands from his face and looked at tubbo "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For avoiding the truth."

"Dude it's fine, I knew you were joking. Besides I just wanted the opportunity to tickle you." He spidered his hand for a second across his back to emphasis. Which earned a lopsided smile from Ranboo. "Buuuuut im still curious about what happened."

Ranboo sighed sitting up slightly and told him the whole story. Tubbo laughed "So I missed seeing you stuck in my sweater, by minutes? I should have walked home faster."

"Yeah, well it was one of your smaller ones. I could have fit if I picked out one of your bigger sweaters."

"Uh huh, yeah sure." Tubbo hopped up ignoring look Ranboo was giving him "Come on its time for bed" Ranboo didn't complain, he just let himself be dragged to bed.

And they both slept good that night.

[spookydrreid]

CHAPTER TWELVE: THE FESTIVAL

Pairings: Unsub!Reid x fem!reader

Content Warnings: adults with age gap (10 years), talks of guns, use of drugs by both reader and Spencer, drinking, partying. (if I missed anything please let me know)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: when I started this series I knew that I wanted this scene somewhere in here. I would like to give an explanation on the drug use in this chapter: Spencer is in an 'I don't give a fuck mental state,' and at this point he feels he has nothing to lose. So he's going to go all out. Because he knows this will not end the way he wants, so he wants to get the most out of life before he -- eventually-- gets caught.

a/n2: I am in no way disregarding his drug use from season 2. I know he struggled and I know it scared him. But also know that this is a work of FICTION.

a/n3: I do not condone the use of illegal drugs and substances. DO NOT mix drugs and alcohol.

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A nap and a shower later, I was ready.

I managed to convince Spencer to let me run to the shops. His face was everywhere, but mine wasn’t. And with everything being paid in cash, there was little bread crumbs to be left. I’d watched enough crime dramas to evade the law. Or, well, evade as much as one can.

“I’m ready, Spence.” I muttered as I adjusted my outfit and made my way from the bathroom. I decided to go slightly comfortable, the heat of the California desert playing a role in my choices.

I rounded the corner, stopping in my tracks as I looked at Spencer. Sure, I’d picked the clothes. But seeing them on him was a different story. A pair of slightly skinny blue jeans, which fit his lanky frame perfectly, and a muscle band tee. He looked hot to say the least. I chosen simple, jean shorts and a pretty baby blue top that could easily pass for a bra. I liked it. It showed a lot of skin and I watched as Spencer’s eyes raked down my body.

He stood, making his way to where I was frozen, a plaid shirt wrapped around his waist. His hand cupped my cheek, the other playing with the little pig tails I’d made my hair into.

“Looks like I’ll be kicking some ass today with the way you’re dressed,” he smirked before kissing me. The kiss soft and needy.

I laughed, “yeah? We’ll be in the same boat with you looking as hot as you do.” I played with the fabric of his shirt, watching him smile.

“Mmm. Except, the only girl I’ll be leaving with or into is you.” My heart fluttered, mouth dropping open. I’m not sure why the statement surprised me as much as it did. I knew we were stuck together. That there was no way out. I guess it was the sentiment. The idea that he wanted only me.

He turned my face back to him, dipping to kiss me slowly. His arms pulled me closer, his tongue making its way inside my mouth, exploring its familiar territory. I sighed in contentment, my fingers tugging on the curls at the back of his neck. I craved more. But the sun was setting, and we needed to go.

Spencer pulled away first, his thumb rubbing my cheek, “do you still have the gun I gave you?”

I nodded slowly.

“Get it.” I reached into my purse, pulling it out and carefully handing it to him. “Do you remember what I told you about it?”

I thought back, nodding. ‘I’ll never make you use it unless absolutely necessary. Do you hear me? I’m going to take care of you. But if for some reason I cant, you need to use it. Got it?’

“Remind me, pet.”

I sighed, “that you’ll never make me use it. That if you ever cant take care of me. I’ll need it.”

“Good girl.” He handed it back to me and I, once again, took it with shaking hands, “put it in the holster I got you. Clip it around your thigh.”

I stared at him for a moment. Sure, I carried it with me since the day we left. But we were going to do something fun. I was confused why I needed it. But if I’ve learned anything, it would be to not ask questions. So, I didn’t.

….

I’m not sure how we managed to sneak in. But once the bumping of the music hit my ears, I didn’t really care. It’d been a while since I’d been to a concert, and I’d missed the feeling of the bass in my chest. My heart thumping along.

Spencer and I walked hand and hand around the desert, weaving in and out of the crowds as we went. Spencer kept his head down but I was sure he wouldn’t be noticed. I’d cut his hair, shaving it down underneath. But it didn’t stop the hordes of woman from staring at him. But I don’t think he noticed, instead his eyes were trained on me.

“Are you having fun?” He’d asked after we’d eaten and danced. I nodded, sipping my beer as I swayed slightly to the music.

“Anytime I’m with you, I have fun.” He smiled, a small laugh leaving his lips as he pulled me in. We kissed. Our lips molding together. He tasted like beer and Spencer, a combination I was slowly falling in love with.

Love. Was I allowed to feel like that? Was I allowed to love him? I didn’t think so. Mostly because I wasn’t entirely sure if he was capable of love. I knew most killers weren’t. But I also knew Spencer wasn’t always a killer. He was pushed here. And while I didn’t know much about what pushed him here, his explanation sounding like bullshit, I knew this wasn’t something he necessarily wanted. It was almost like he was forced here. Conditioned to feel there was no other way. I think he was looking for control. And when he couldn’t find it in his job, or with another, he found it in the blood of others.

I pulled back as the tune of one of my favorite songs rang out and vibrated my feet. My eyes lighting up as I gripped his hand, pulling him back into the thick of the crowd. He followed with ease, pushing through the groups of drunk people until we found a good place. My voice shouting the lyrics as his hands found my hips, pulling my backside into him. He fell into synch with me, my ass grinding against him while his hands held a strong grip to my waist.

I closed my eyes, letting the song take over my nerves. Just being in the moment with Spencer, my back against his chest. We were in perfect synch with each other. Our minds connected in a way I’d never felt before. He knew my next move before I did. It was as if I was whispering my thoughts into his ear. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe the music. But I felt like I belonged right there. I wished I could freeze time.

He spun me around by my hips, our chests pressed impossibly close together. His hand cupping my cheek and pulling me into a sloppy kiss. Our tongues dancing the same as our bodies. I felt euphoric.

But the moment ended with a tap on my shoulder, a slender girl and her boyfriend staring back at us. She smiled, sweetness dripping and she hadn’t spoken yet.

“Can we take a picture of you two?” She asked, her boyfriend holding up a camera. I looked towards Spencer.

He smiled at her, “I’d rather not. But thank you!”

She shook her head, “not a problem! You guys just seemed so carefree. Beautiful.” Her eyes were large, the color of her eyes being swallowed and I wondered what she was on. I knew it wasn’t lust. But I didn’t wonder long when she pulled out a little white bag filled with powder. “Want to be a little more carefree?”

Again, I turned to Spencer who asked, “cocaine?” She nodded. “One of the most famous cocaine users was Sigmund Freud. It was even used in coca-cola until the effects of it were found to not do well. I’ve never tried it.”

“Do you wanna?” The girl asked.

I was surprised when he nodded. I watched her make two lines, a credit card being used to make them straight. And then she handed him a rolled-up dollar bill which he took without hesitation. And then he cleared the line with ease, wiping his nose before handing it to me.

“You’ll like it. Just trust me, baby.” He said. I took it with shaky hands, listening to his instructions before also clearing the line. Coughing at the intrusion in my nostrils. I felt it drip down the back of my throat, gagging slightly at the horrible taste.

“We’ll see you around,” she smirked with a wave. “And have fun, lovers.”

I felt warm, happy. Happier than I had moments before. I felt an incredible sense of euphoria, my brain growing foggy.

I giggled, “she called us lovers.” I cleared my throat as another drip fell, sipping my beer to remove the taste.

“Well we are, aren’t we?” he asked as we fell back into synch with one another.

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Show Night

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.446

Warnings: Pure fluff. Competitiveness. Blurting. Hidden relationship. A little teasing. Embarassment. 

Author’s note: This is a prequel to Game Night

Thank you @radaofrivia​ for your inspiration, motivation and for guiding me <3

Go read her stories here: Rada’s Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MASTERLIST

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“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special treat for all of you. We have the entire Justice League here with us. Please give a warm welcome to Gal Gadot, Ben Affleck, Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa, Ray Fisher and Ezra Miller.”

The entire audience clapped. There were whistling, some were screaming at the top of their lungs. You were cheering just as loud. Watching your handsome boyfriend walk out and wave to everyone. A relaxed smile spread on his lips when his eyes landed on you.

You were at the Graham Norton show. Sitting on the front row. No one knew who you were except the man who owned your body, heart, and soul, and now also Graham Norton and his crew. The producers had wanted you to stay backstage, but you had been adamant on wanting to sit in the audience and watching the show live. They had relented in the end if you promised not to cause a ruckus, which you had sworn.

Graham starts asking questions about the Zack Snyder’s Justice League, and at some point the engagement ring for Amy Adams’ character ‘Lois Lane’ comes into the conversation.

“Did you in fact choose that ring yourself, Henry?” Graham asked and motioned to the monitor behind him, showing a closeup of the ring.

“I didn’t. I actually have no clue where it comes from,” Henry chuckled, his eyes searching for you. You could see he was a little nervous, as he was fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket. You put your hand on your chest and crossed your fingers.

It was your secret sign for him. A sign of your devotion to him, as you had promised to always be there for him. The idea came to you while watching your favourite anime show ‘Fairy Tail’.

“If you ever become nervous or need a reminder, then look towards me or the camera if I am not there. I will you show you this sign,” you had crossed your fingers over your heart, “Even if you can’t see me, no matter how far away you may be, I will always be watching over you.”(1)

It had been a day where Henry had had a long day filled with interviews right at the beginning of your relationship. He hadn’t wanted to ask you to come, which was the reason why you hadn’t attended, thinking he wanted to work in peace. He proceeded to come home and went directly for your lap, falling asleep in 0.2 seconds, and you had asked him to bring you with him to work, as you, an author, could work anywhere.

“… I think it is about time he finds himself a girlfriend, a woman to spend his life with,” Jason’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Henry squirming more than before. His jaw was tense as he was forcing a laugh. You felt his pain and wished you could sit next to him and squeeze his hand in yours.

“I have a lot of single friends, Supes. Say the word and I’ll introduce you,” Jason smacked Henry’s thighs with the biggest grin on his bearded face. It may have sounded like a joke to the audience but Henry knew that Jason wasn’t teasing.

“I don’t think my girlfriend will like that you’re playing matchmaker, brother,” Henry smiled. All the actors’ faces fell, even Jason was gobsmacked as his jaw dropped to the floor.

Then Henry noticed what he had just said. His head turned towards you with a look of utter shock. He had just blurted out that he wasn’t single anymore, without having consulted you. Your heart was racing, your secret had been revealed. In some way, it felt like a heavy stone having been lifted from your shoulders.

You didn’t know whether to scold him for not asking you to make your relationship public or to laugh at the horror he was sporting on that handsome face of his. You opted for the second choice, the people around you followed suit and started laughing and cheering.

“Well, you heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Henry Cavill is officially off the market,” Graham announced to the camera. “Now, Henry, you have to tell us how you two met.”

“We… eh… met through mutual friends. They were having a game night, and we ended up being paired together for charades,” Henry smiled at the memory. Looking at you, making you fall even more in love with him. Jason and the others noticed where Henry was looking and started shouting for you to join the group.

“Oh yes, please she must join us for the next part of the fun,” Graham pleaded.

Ray and Ezra both stood and went to stand at the edge of the stage. Each man gallantly offered a hand, which you took and was led towards the sofa. Jason moved to make space for you and was wearing a big grin, his eyes shining with glee.

After the rounds of introduction and you told what your occupation was, Graham went to introduce the little quiz game he had conjured. You were each given a button that made a sound. Yours sounded like a pig snorting, while Henry’s was a howling wolf.

“So, the winner gets to take home whatever is underneath this piece of cloth,” Graham said after he had told you the rules. He motioned to the covered box next to him.

“Everyone ready?” he asked. All the actors and yourself said yes. Henry was leaning a little forward, to be ready to push his button.

“First question: Who are the original members of the Justice League?”

You pushed your button faster than anyone, while Henry pushed his so hard it nearly flew off the table.

“Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, Superman and Green Lantern,” you told Graham. (2)

“Go girly,” Gal cheered for you. She leaned forward and raised her hand for a high five, which you returned.

“Correct! Question number two: What is the Green Lantern oath?”

*Oink oink*

Again you were the fastest. Everyone watched as Henry let out an annoyed huff, but his face showed nothing but absolute happiness.

“In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight.

Let those who worship evil’s might Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light. (3)” You quoted.

You felt the other actors starring at you. Jason gave you a side hug and told you that Henry had found not only a beautiful woman but also an impressive one and that he was damn lucky to have you. You had smiled back and felt yourself being pulled back towards Henry’s side. He held a protective arm around you the remaining of the show.

“Seriously, Cavill. Don’t want to compete with your girl?” Jason asked teasingly.

“I’ll gladly just lean back and let her have her time in the light. Besides, I’m already winning because she’s with me,” Henry smiled proudly at you. You heard the entire audience all go ‘awwwwwwwww’, so did the actors and Jason went between you and Henry to hug both of you.

“Third question: In what year was the first Justice League comic book published?”

Again you were quick to push the button.

“Depending on whether you’re talking about the first time they appeared all together which was in The Brave and the Bold #28 (4) and published in 1959, while their very first own comic book series was published in late 1960.” (5)

Henry raised his eyebrows, clearly dazzled by your vast knowledge. 

“Correct again. Seems you know more about the Justice League than the Justice League itself,” Graham joked.

“I didn’t expect anything less from Superman’s girlfriend,” Ben said with an appreciative grin.

You felt Henry moving closer to you, hugging you tighter to his chest. It was the safest you had ever felt, and even though Henry hadn’t gotten one single point, he was still oozing happiness. Happy to have you by his side forever and ever.

“Here is what you’ve won,” Graham handed you the box and removed the cloth. Inside was Funko Pop figurines of every Justice League member.

After the show, you made sure that every single actor signed their respective figure, and you had pictures taken with them to remember the evening.

At home, you arranged the figures with how they look on the poster you had hung on the wall of your office.

“Another win for the team,” you said out loud. Henry walked in and hugged you from behind. He wrapped those big arms around your middle and whispered seductively in your ear:

“I’m the real winner here.”

1. This is a line from Fairy Tail episode 48 by Makarov Dreyar. I changed it a bit to fit the context.

2. Source https://ew.com/books/brief-history-of-the-justice-league-in-all-its-incarnations/ 

3. Source https://greenlantern.fandom.com/wiki/Lantern_Oaths_(Disambiguation) 

4. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Brave_and_the_Bold_Vol_1_28

5. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Justice_League_of_America_Vol_1_1 

[one-boring-person]

You forced this upon yourself😂 you forced this rambo simp.(and i dont mind)

Okay this may not be as good! But! Im giving you the liberty to take it where you want!(because i love your little details and how you express the feeling in your writing i- AH! Its great. I cant say it enough, it’s great. I mean it.)

How about Rambo finally getting enough courage to show The rancher around the tunnels, in a date sort of way!(they don’t know thats actually where he lives. Aka that photo i showed you before.) i really saw how the rancher was so happy to have him at their house, I’d love to see rambos side of scheduling a house tour and date type deal!! Maybe him even sitting and showing the rancher through all his old photos, and them just in awe because wow. He’s so much cooler than they even thought! He just so nervous and surprised seeing them so interested in him after all this time alone, and them just- in awe of him.

( i also really think it would be funny seeing rambo go through his friends house and seeing-“why the hell you have so many plants???” And just. Adorable assassin living with a wholesome and loving hardworking s/o)

Ah! Im sorry if that’s not as good!! But hey, you feel free to describe their antics and relationship as you will!!

I think I may have run a bit with this, but I hope you like it regardless!😊💛

I've Got Your Back, You've Got Mine.

John Rambo (Rambo IV/V) x reader

Warnings: mention of death, mention of war, mention of injury, mention of PTSD, mention of violence, (possible flash warning for gif?)

Masterlist

The heavy knock on the door surprises me where I'm sitting, the sharp sound snapping me from my thoughts. Looking over at it from my position at the table, I frown and set down my spoon, standing to go answer, unsure of who it is: I'm not expecting anyone today. Colt looks up from his place on the floor, the dog just as curious as I am as to whom it may be, though he doesn't bark, so it must be someone we know. He watches me as I cross the room, going straight to the door.

Opening it, I'm somewhat surprised to see my neighbour, John, standing there, a tentative smile on his face as he looks me over appreciatively, his gaze drawing a blush to my face. 

"Mornin' (Y/n)." He greets, rough voice friendly as he waits for me to let him in.

"Morning John." I smile back, delighted to see him, "What can I do for you?"

I step back, waiting for him to enter, which he does so with a nod of thanks.

"Since when have I needed a reason to see you?" The veteran chuckles, the sound reverberating within me, my brain subconsciously storing the action away for later recall. Gently, John moves into my space, one hand coming to lightly rest on my hips as the other cups my face, drawing me in for a slow kiss. 

Kissing back, I feel a glow of happiness flare up in me at this contact: he's never really one to initiate touch like this, so it's a whole lot more intimate when he does. Relaxed, I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, languidly caressing his dark hair as our lips move together. 

Being the killjoy he often loves to be, Colt pushes in between us, nosing at John's leg, tail wagging enthusiastically as he recognises the familiar man, the dog as fond of his company as I am. Chuckling, John and I pull apart, looking down at the large canine between us, the dark eyes staring up at us imploring us to pay attention to him. Still smiling, John lowers a hand to scratch Colt's head, ruffling his floppy ears a little as the dog instantly allows his mouth to hang open, tongue lolling in content.

"Hey, Colt." The veteran greets, biting back a laugh as the dog pushes me out of the way, nudging at John's stomach.

"He never gets that excited to see me." I complain jokingly, standing back to watch the two interact, a smile playing at my lips.

"Sure he does." John replies, eyes fixing on mine with an expression of fondness, one that had me weak at the knees.

"He really doesn't, he just sits in the corner and whines at me until I feed him. Isn't that right?" I address the dog himself, giving him a light slap on the rear, his ridiculous height meaning I can quite easily reach it, "Anyhow, did you need something? Or did you just come here to kiss me? I can't say I'll complain if that's the case."

Cheekily, I wink at the veteran, leaning back against a nearby counter.

"As nice as that sounds, it's not the reason I came by." He chuckles, blushing lightly, "Though that does sound good."

Grinning, I nod my agreement, only now taking in his body language: he's nervous. His hands fidget, rubbing his fingers over scars and lines on his palms, and he shifts from foot to foot every now and then, small tells he's never quite managed to hide from me.

"Is something up?" I ask him, slightly more serious this time, unnerved by his discomfort.

"No, no, not at all. I, err, well, I just wanted to ask you something." He rubs the back of his neck, head tilted to the side as he regards me, dark eyes fixed on mine.

"Ok, go for it." I prompt him, curiosity sparking my interest.

"Well, do you wanna come to mine? I mean properly, like in the house." John cocks his head to the side, lowering his arm again.

Blinking, I feel shock flood my system, before it turns to unbelievable happiness that he's trusting me enough to come into his private space. Initially, I can't find the right words, somehow struggling to respond, until I find my tongue again.

"I would love to, John." I agree, features lighting up as my mood brightens, "There's nothing I've really got to do today except train up one of the younger horses, so I've got as long as you want after that."

"Great. Is four o'clock alright?" The veteran smiles broadly, though he still looks somewhat nervous.

"Yeah, should be. I'll be there." I promise him, taking up my Stetson from the table as I briefly turn away to put away the plate I was using, having lost my appetite in my sudden excitement.

"I'll get it tidy." He says, looking around the room again, "I'll never understand why you have so many plants in your house. It's like a damn jungle."

At his comment, I laugh loudly, glancing around at the variety of different houseplants I have placed on various shelves, the greenery practically covering every available surface. 

"Because it's way too dry to grow anything like this outside all the time. Anyway, they look nice." I shrug, calling Colt to my side as I follow John from the house, grabbing my jacket from the hook as I pass.

"But why so many?" 

Once again, I shrug, following him over to a nearby post, where he's hitched Bandit, the horse I gave him a few months ago. The buckskin stallion paws at the ground, his pale coat looking as clean as ever even as he noses at the dust, the dark colouring around his eyes (the reason for his name) and legs standing out much more in the bright sun. As we approach, he looks up, snorting in greeting.

"He's looking good." I acknowledge, admiring the strong stallion appreciatively - I had reared Bandit from a foal, before I had given him to the veteran as a gift four months ago, hoping it will help him to grow his own ranch. My plan had worked, and John now has four horses, including Bandit, as well as a couple of other animals, such as a cow, a pig and five chickens. I'd sold him a couple of goats as well, but we soon found out that John and goats just didn't get along. At all.

"Yeah, he's doing well, too. Takes the training very well, too." John runs a hand through the stallion's dark mane, untying the reins.

"That's good. Reckon he'll be ready for a competition soon?" 

"Should be." 

Snorting again, Bandit pulls at the reins, clearly eager to get going, especially as Colt moves up to sniff at the horse's back legs. I quickly whistle him over, knowing Bandit has always been shifty around the dog.

"I'll see you at four then." I finally say, unwilling to say goodbye, even if it is only for a few hours.

"Yeah, see you then." John smiles, leaning in to kiss me again, keeping it brief this time, leaving me wishing for more, as he always does.

"See ya." I grin, watching him climb into the saddle, still somehow fluid in doing so despite his age. 

Gathering the reins in hand, John adjusts himself in the saddle, before he smiles down at me again as he gently urges Bandit into motion. Obediently, the stallion moves into a swift trot, which turns into a faster canter as the two move off down the driveway, heading towards the split in the fence separating our land. I watch as they go, still finding myself enraptured by the sight of the muscular man sat astride the horse, Colt eventually snapping me from my mind as he barks at me. Shaking my head, I follow him towards the stable.

Hours later, having showered and cleaned up, I feel a sense of relief go through me as I hoist myself into the saddle secured into place on Leo's back. It's relaxing, the stallion beneath me more relaxed than the youngster I've been trying to train all day: she never gave me a break. Seemingly sensing this, as he always does, Leo flicks his ears back and nickers softly, very lightly pawing the ground as I give him a pat on the neck, glad to have a more reliable horse taking me where I need to be.

Tilting back my Stetson, I take the reins in hand and ease the stallion into a trot, intending to let him pick up his own pace, my trust in this horse far greater than in the mare from before. Obediently, Leo moves into the correct gait, the two of us moving as if as one, years of riding together having made it easy for us to become in tune with each other. Together, we start off down the road towards John's ranch, the new path we've created beaten and well-used, allowing for relatively easy riding. Leo's hooves pound the dry ground rhythmically, my hips moving in time with his every stride, the relaxing movement helping to calm the nerves that have sprung up inside me.

A part of me is still unconvinced about going into John's home. Yes, I had helped him rebuild it and had seen very little of the inside rooms, but it still feels as if I'm intruding upon the veteran's safe space, his reprieve from the cruelty of the world he lives in. Something about that doesn't sit right with me, but I tell myself it's John's decision to make, not mine, so I should trust him, which I do, wholeheartedly. 

I'm still torn by the time I reach the main house, where John is already sat waiting for me in his rocking chair, dark eyes fixed on me as I approach. Lifting a hand to him, I smile and slow Leo to a halt, praising the horse as I climb down, the gray stallion nosing affectionately at me. Swiftly, I tie him to a nearby post, only to stop when John calls out to me.

"Put him in the stable for the night." He instructs me, gesturing for me to follow him as I try to fight back the sudden onslaught of racing thoughts at his implications: he wants me to stay the night?

"Sure, thanks." I smile back at him, walking after him with Leo in tow.

"Don't worry about it. It's not fair on him if he has to stay out all night." John waves me off with a short grin, "How'd training go?"

I groan.

"Not great. That horse has it in for me, I swear." I complain, rubbing at my arm, remembering the moment I got the new bruise forming there.

"Oh yeah?" He muses, looking amused.

"Yeah. She threw me off eight times!"

"Eight times? Wow, must be a new record." The veteran jokes, something that stirs up the familiar fondness inside me at his more personable behaviour.

"I reckon so. Painful one to set, though, I'll tell you." I remark, smiling broadly as we enter the stable, where I quickly house Leo next to Bandit, removing his tack and other gear.

"Must be." John watches me work, leaning against the door to the large building, muscular arms crossed over an equally muscular chest. Turning back to him, I have to stop and admire the bulging of his biceps as his hands grip his forearms, the veins I've come to love laying out a pattern on the tanned limbs. Everytime I see them, I imagine his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me safe and secure against his solid body, wishing I could feel his hands splayed against me more often.

"Like what you see?" John interrupts my thoughts, voice teasing as he lifts an eyebrow at me, almost smirking at me.

Blushing furiously, I avert my gaze, lifting a hand to gently tap the brim of my Stetson out of my vision.

"You know I do." I laugh nervously, before I look back up at him, "Anyway, since when do you use pickup lines?"

"Since I figured out they get you all flustered." His playful tone is new to me, though it's gone almost as soon as I see it, his guarded expression falling back into place as he returns within himself, probably thinking he overstepped some invisible boundary.

I still can't help stammering for a response, his gruff tone awakening something within me.

"Heh, I guess you're right." I stutter, going over to him.

Nodding, he keeps his expression straight, leading me out back to the house, where he quickly welcomes me inside.

"I tried to tidy it as much as possible, but it's still a bit messy." The veteran apologises, observing the interior of his home critically, even as I do so in awe.

The rooms, from what I can see, are mostly filled with sparse furniture, a few chairs here and there, an old sofa, a couple of vanities and dressers, with a mantlepiece in most, if not all, of them. He hasn't used much colour, but what he has used is tasteful and works well with the overall appearance. The walls, however, are what really draw me into the place.

They are littered with photographs and memorabilia, frames and objects cleaned and polished so they shine brightly in the afternoon sun, many smiling faces visible in them. Curious, I go over to one wall, looking over the array of pictures, which I now recognise to be images of John and his friends from the years he spent here. Amongst them is a creased black and white photo of a young John sat astride a horse not unlike Bandit, a broad grin on the boy's face as he stares at the camera from under a mop of thick black hair. I can feel a small smile creep onto my face at the sight of the veteran looking so happy and carefree, something I've not seen very much of at all in my time around him.

"That was my first horse, Hector. I had him until I left for the army." John says from behind me, sounding somewhat quiet, eyes softened from nostalgia as he stares at the picture along with me, "I loved him a lot, but my father always said he wasn't good enough."

His words hang in the air as I stay speechless, listening intently to what he's saying to me: it's the first I'm hearing about his life before he came here again.

"What happened to him? Hector, I mean." I ask him quietly, tearing my eyes away to look up at John.

The veteran shrugs, appearing somewhat remorseful.

"I'll never know, but I reckon my father sold him as soon as I was gone."

"Oh." I frown, glancing back at the photograph.

"The horse was getting old by that time, though. He probably wasn't much use." John chuckles wryly, moving away towards the stairs nearby, "Do you want to see upstairs?"

"Yeah, sure." I nod, following him as he ascends to the second floor, which I now see consists of three different rooms.

He takes me to the farthest, opening the door to reveal an old study, which looks as if it hasn't been used in a good few years.

"This was my father's study, where he did all his business. I was never allowed in here as a kid." John sweeps his arm around the room, staying by the threshold, as if abiding by a rule that no longer exists, "Not that I go in here that much as an adult."

I look around, finding the neat area interesting: images of a young John hovering by the door, waiting for his father to finish business entering my head.

"It's nice, I like it." I remark, turning to find him smiling very slightly at me.

"It's the only room in the house that's exactly as it used to be. I haven't had time to do up the others properly." John says, leaving the study and going back down the hall, where he opens the other two doors to reveal a bathroom and an empty room.

A dull curiosity flares up within me as I realise one thing about the top floor, but I easily find a solution to it, following John back down the stairs. As we go, however, I realise that my assumption is wrong, as the only other rooms down here are missing the one thing I'd expect in any house.

"Where do you sleep? I haven't seen a bed or anything anywhere." I ask him, cocking my head to the side as he takes me to one final door.

"I'm gonna show you." He smiles at me, before he opens the door.

I blink as I see the dark steps descending into the ground, unease biting at my throat as I flash John a hesitant look. A cool draft wafts up from the black depth, but John only chuckles and moves down into the space below, gesturing for me to follow.

"It's perfectly safe, don't worry." He calls to me, a light flickering on as he reaches the bottom of the steps, illuminating the path to me.

Swallowing, I gingerly step down the stairs, emerging into a tunnel of sorts, my curiosity piqued as I take in the chiselled walls around me, the rock cast in an odd light from the naked bulbs positioned along the length of the cavern. Struts of wood hold the ceiling steady, wiring hanging off of them in places where he's had to hastily put it all together. John watches as I take in the passage, a thoughtful look in place on his face.

"What is this place?" I wonder aloud, still taken aback by the oddity of having a tunnel beneath the house that stretches off in both directions.

"This is my safe space." The veteran informs me, urging me along with him as we go further into the tunnel, walking together for a minute before we emerge out into a larger room of sorts, which is well lit. 

My eyes widen as I realise exactly what he means.

The room acts as his bedroom and bathroom, and also has space to sit and relax, the whole area having a homely feel to it. What was missing in the rooms in the house can be found down here, including more photographs, though these ones seem different to the others. They adorn the walls, all except one, which is decorated with a variety of weapons, both guns and knives. Going over to it, I look over the rifles and shotguns hooked onto the wall, struck speechless as I then turn my attention to a machete, the blade honed but chipped from use, seemingly out of place as it hangs beside another, smaller hunting knife. 

Moving on, I regard the photographs, only now realising that they're military pictures, many of them containing images of a youthful John in fatigues and uniform. A smile creeps back onto my lips as I feel my eyes land on a particular image of a group of men, where I can see John standing amongst them, a triumphant grin on his face, long locks of dark hair held back by a strip of fabric around his head. The others also smile, though there's something bittersweet about the inscription at the corner of the photo: Baker Team, Vietnam. As I look past the other pictures, I notice that the team slowly dwindles, beaming faces becoming drawn and solemn, eventually just leaving two people behind. Beneath this image is another inscription: Baker Team Survivors.

"That was my team in 'Nam." John says suddenly, voice husky as he remembers the friends he had, "None of them made it back. Not really."

Eyes wide, I look back at him, taking in the distant look in his own eyes, the barely concealed grief still raw in his expression as he stares at the photographs. Noticing my gaze, John gestures for me to come sit on the edge of his bed with him, the veteran pulling another photograph from it's place on his bedside table. Doing so, I make sure I'm not touching him, but am close enough to reassure him, waiting patiently for him to start talking of his own accord, knowing that this is a sensitive subject for him.

After a moment, he starts, his voice low as he pulls me into his stories, taking me through suffocating jungles and blistering heats, through recon and rescue missions, through bloody gunfights and hellfire,  through hours spent in torturous situations. He puts me in his shoes as he loses every single member of his team to the gruesome fight he should never have fought, the harrowing grief and pain of letting go of a comrade, someone who's supposed to be by your side for as long as the two of you can stay alive, laid bare for me to see and experience. And even as he moves on, back to familiar territory in the States, the fight never leaves him.

Facing harassment in what should be his safety and security, I can feel every bit of betrayal, of anger and grief that he felt as he is let down by his own country time after time, used again and again by the authorities to do their dirty work, only to be cast aside when it doesn't go their way, the old catchphrase he once lived by, "I've got your back, you've got mine" completely meaningless in this hollow life. His disgust in humanity is plain to me as he outlines his most recent forays into warfare, where the rage he felt is once again transferred to me, and I experience the violent need to take out the parasites in the world that destroy anything good that he did. It's as if I'm there with him, through everything, his description and memories so vivid they chill me to the core, keeping me hooked on his every word.

After a long while, he eventually trails off, and I realise there's a tear rolling down his cheek, his body shaking a little as he holds himself back. My heart breaking, I have to fight the urge to reach out and pull him into an embrace, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. I place my hand on his shoulder instead, rubbing the tight muscles soothingly until he looks up at me with the most heart-rending gaze I've ever seen in my life. At that point, my resolve breaks.

Carefully, I lean in and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling the veteran towards me. He goes willingly, sobs wracking his body as he wraps his own hands around me, burying his face into my neck, tears flowing freely now as he lets himself go, each pained sound agonising to hear. Tightening my grip, I lay back onto the bed, allowing him to press his body around me, holding me against his muscular form as I rub his back, whispering soothing things to him as his breathing starts to calm a little. It takes time, but eventually he starts to relax, body going limp as he lays in my arms, his larger form awkwardly wrapped around mine as he depresses his face into the crook of my neck.

I barely hear his broken voice as he whispers to me.

"Thank you." 

Breathing in his familiar scent, I just mould myself closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as he does the same to my neck.

"I'm here for you, John. I'm here, and I'll never leave. Not as long as I live, I promise."

[ps-i-dont-even-know]

Devil may cry headcanons

You know I wasn't expecting you put a lot of Kyrie stuff in this one but I couldn't help it. Also there's dadgil in here because I really love it, sorry for no young Dante and Vergil I'm running out of ideas since I can't remember most of my childhood. Also for those who are interested, I’m thinking of starting taking request/ask for headcanons and writing, possibly drawing but their not the best, but I need to work stuff out at the moment.

Sometimes when Vergil has a mission near Nero and Kyrie, he stops by their house

The first time he did this was shocking to Nero, not only was Vergil there, but V and Urizen was there too, and it was going to be extremely ridiculous to explain this to Kyrie

And he knew how this was go and how she is protective over Nero since losing her brother and nearly losing Nero.

"Nero, who's at the... door", " Oh, um Kyrie I would like to introduce you to my dad, er … Dads?", "Your, Dads?", "Look its complicated and a long story, anyway this is my main Dad, Vergil, he's kind of nice but doesn't really talk that much. This is my dad's human half, V, he's nice, likes poems and has animals, strange one that is. And lastly is my dads demon half, um I'm not sure if he's nice or not since he raised the demon tree", "Oh that's nice, by the way which one was the one that hurt you", "Wait, Kyrie, No!"

Nero has to hold Kyrie back from trying to attack Vergil, mostly for her safety. Of course she doesn't forgive Vergil at first, because of what he has done and while she gives off a nice demeanor, her glares and scowls are anything buy warm and welcoming. Which Vergil approves of Kyrie dating Nero, having someone who will fight for you instead of turning tail when something bad happens

After a while Kyrie finally forgives Vergil, because she shouldn't hold grudges that are already in the past, and to move on. But she does tell him that if he were to do something like this again she would not hesitate to hurt him, and Vergil knowing that it would be impossible for her to hurt him agrees. And the tension is finally gone and she is more welcoming to him. Which is great for Nero's case since he felt like he was being smothered in between all their glaring and the tension.

Kyrie also makes apple pie when Vergil visits, since apples are one of his favorite fruits and because the one time he visit she made some for the orphans and she asked if he would like a slice and at first he said no, but soon gave in and had a slice, well maybe two or three but he wont admit to it.

He will also go grocery shopping with her when he has free time and Nero is busy, only to help find ingredients for new food Kyrie wants to try, and to get to know each other better.

On holidays when Vergil and Nero will help Kyrie cook some of the food. Sometimes Dante will try to sneak some sweets only for his hand to be hit by a spatula as Kyrie tells him, he needs to wait or he'll spoil his dinner. In which Dante's pouting, Nero and Nico are giggling, and Vergil is smirking.

Nero has Kyrie fix his jackets when he comes back from missions sometimes, normally he will tell her he doesn't want to put work on her, but she wants to do something nice for him. She also teachers Nero how to sew and stitch so when there are days she can't fix he can do it himself, which took a while but he got it down and not only does he fox his jacket but also helps make clothing for some of the kids, sure his stitching or sewing not the best but they love it nonetheless. Kyrie has also has sewn cat like ears on one of Nero jackets without him knowing until Dante was laughing at him, he chewed him out but still kept the ears on his hoodie because he likes it.

Kyrie got Nero into cooking and remodeling house shows, sometimes he’ll turn it on just to see how the house changed and kind of debated on doing it with their house. What surprised him was the time he came into the living room where the tv was and saw Kyrie watching crime investigator shows, saying she finds its interesting about how they solve the problems, which Nero also got into, along with most of the kids.

The kids will dog pile both Dante and Vergil, Dante loves it, play fighting with the kids and stuff. Vergil on the other hand he doesn’t expect it and isn’t used to the contact, so he gets stiff and weirded out.

Dadgil

He got a school suspension, because well doing his first judgement cut on an apple sitting on a desk while cutting the apple but also the desk was something he wasn't supposed to do, and also because there not supposed to bring weapons to school

Nero had brought the Yamato, Cerberus, Nevan, and Agni & Rudra to his school show and tell, because he want to knock the socks off the kids who brought in pets, toys, or food from a different country

Vergil was frustrated that he had gotten a call from the school that his son brought weapons to school and was being suspended because of it and was mad that Dante let the Nero bring the weapons to school in the first place because it was Dante’s day to take the kid to school and he was busy

He was proud that Nero had done a judgment cut for the first time even if it was tiny and told him not to do this again.

Nero technically has two dads. Vergil and V, he loves when V visits him because of his strange pets, and the way he acts, he's mysterious but kind and loves his poems

Nero will not sleep unless V or Vergil reads him something be it a poem or story, and will try to stay up when Vergil is out on a mission. Being read to helps Nero sleep

On that subject of sleeping, Nero has frequent nightmares. It might be something he has gotten from Vergil, but there will be times where Nero leaves his bed and walks to his dad's room asking if he can sleep in bed with him, and half awake Vergil will agree. Sometimes Vergil will softly sing to Nero because after his nightmares it takes him a while to get back to sleep, and god forbid if Dante heard him singing he knows that he will not let him live this down.

Nero wanted to learn an instrument because his dad knows how to play a violin, and his uncle knows how to play both the drums and guitar. Though the problem was he didn't know which one to go with, there was many to choose from, he kind of stuck with a trombone since it slides a lot and the style is kind of it is great, also he can get away with spitting on Dante.

Nero has only two fears, spirits/ghost and frogs. Its mostly Dante's fault for letting Nero watch paranormal horror movies at night. And Nero doesn't know why he is afraid of frogs, maybe its the way they look or something he doesn't know nor care.

When he was at the park with Nico and Kyrie, did his fear of frogs really show. They were over by the pond and Nico comes over to Nero with the frog in her hand, only for him to scream and start running, while Nico chase after him giggling. Kyrie was also giggling watching Nero run from Nico was too funny.

Nero also begged his dad and uncle for a pet, he didn't care what it was as long as its not a frog. Dante was close to getting Nero a hellhound or Cerberus, but Vergil literally had to stab smack some sense in his brother. They decided on ferret, they didn't want a cat or bird because V has one and they weren't sure if its territorial or not. Hamster and Guinea pigs are tiny and live I cates not much fun there same with Lizards. Dogs are a hassle and no one wants to clean up after it, so a Ferret is what they decided on.

Nero absolutely loves it and its a noddle he can wrap it around his neck and wiggle the creature. He decided on naming it Furret cause it looked like the Pokémon and he couldn't think of anything else

Every year for fathers day Nero will try and make Vergil something, he's make weird cup looking thing that you cant drink out of it because of holes, macaroni art, drawings, cards filled with glitter galore, paper hats, the list goes on and on. But he tried making those flower thing Dante makes, he asked him how he did it and Dante responds it comes to him naturally which doesn't help at all. So he tries only for nothing to appear to his disappointment, he tries and tries until he gets the tiniest and wimpy looking thing. But happily gives it to his dad who really appreciates it.

Vergil's refrigerator is covered with child like drawings given to him from Nero, he loves them and encourages Nero to do more and that he will be the greatest artist.

When Nero first met Patty was the same day Dante was given the mission to babysit her. She was kind of bratty and annoying at first and he didn't like that she would take all of Dante's attention. They argued a lot and Dante would yell at them to stop because it was giving him a headache and they should try to get along. After having to take Patty to retrieve her family money he did start to get along with her and they started to both annoy Dante together.

Nero absolutely loves dinosaurs and has loads of toys of them, and when he was going to the Zoo with Vergil he told him he was excited to see Dinosaurs there. Only for Vergil to tell them that there aren't any dinosaurs at the zoo. (This happened to a friend of mine).

Trish and Lady likes to take Nero out shopping, normally he doesn’t mind going with them, as long as he gets something out of it. Poor Dante and his debt when he finds out how much stuff they bough for Nero

Dante watching Nero while Vergil out can lead to many, many, different ways, and Vergil dreads all of them. Dante could feed Nero only sweets and junk food instead normal healthy food, Dante could probably lose Nero somewhere be it the park or his own damn shop, Dante could probably get Nero in danger because of the demons that show up to his shop and destroys it.

Nero does get into a lot of fights at school, half of them are kids making fun of him others are he’s a hard head and doesn’t let go of grudges. The school is very frustrated in how Nero always gets into these fights, but are nervous of his dad, because of his stubbornness and how he knows that half the time its not Nero’s fault. Like one time a teacher and Nero argued about how Demons do exist and how his dad, uncle, and two aunts go out and defeat. It resulted Nero getting embarrassed in front of the class and being sent to the office and a very angry Vergil that nearly killed the teacher.

[seasonsofeverlark]

Harvest Festival

Author: @eiramrelyat​

Prompt: Panem. No games AU, where Peeta asks Katniss to be his date for the Harvest festival, and Katniss goes to her best friend Gale for advice. She also hints to him that a certain someone he has his eyes on may also reciprocate his feelings and encourages him to ask her out [submitted by @everlurked​]

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: Thank you @mandelion82​ for editing this story for me. I hope you all enjoy!  

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Today, Peeta Mellark asked her to be his date for the upcoming Harvest festival. It was a dance (or a feast, with dancing, some might say) that was held in the merchant’s square. Buildings were decorated with multicolored ears of corn, and banners swung from light poles. It was an event only merchants ever attended.

She was dropping off a trade for Thoball, Peeta’s dad, at the bakery. But when she rapped against the back door, Thoball wasn’t the one who answered. It was Peeta.

He was covered in flour, his curls falling softly against his forehead.

Out of surprise at seeing him, she almost tripped on the step leading into the kitchen. But Peeta caught her elbow in time before she could fall face-first into his chest. “Katniss, are you alright?” he asked, giving her a concerned expression.

Her mouth opened and closed, nothing coming out. She couldn’t remember the last time⎯if ever⎯she’d had a conversation with Peeta… She never even stopped to thank him for what he did for her and Prim all those years ago. “Oh, sorry,” she finally said, maybe a little too loudly for the tiny gap between them. “I wasn’t looking where I was going… But I’m fine,” she added hastily at the end, feeling embarrassed over her sudden clumsiness.

“Okay.” When he realized he was still holding her elbow, he quickly dropped his hand and gestured toward her game bag. “Are you here to trade?”

Katniss nodded, still flustered, and reached into her bag for the pheasants she shot down that morning. Peeta already had two loaves of bread set aside and handed them to her as she presented him with the two limp birds.

“Thank you,” she said, tucking the loaves under her arm. Peeta nodded, and his mouth twitched as if to say something, but he gave her a tiny, uncertain smile instead. “Well, uh, I should probably get going before it gets dark out. Tell Thoball I said thank you for the bread.”

Then she turned and walked back down the steps.

“No, wait, Katniss,” Peeta called after her, pulling her up short. She glanced back at him. “Do you, uh, if you don’t have a date… would you like to go to the Harvest Festival with me?”

She froze, blinking at him, her heart fluttering wildly. “What?”

A red hue scattered up his neck. “Would you go to the Harvest Festival with me?”

“I, um…” In a panic, she ran, leaving him without an answer at his back door. She was so eager to get away from the bakery that she bumped into Thoball around the front of the building. He seemed to be in a heated argument with his eldest son, Graham⎯ their voices hushed and sharp.

“Oops! Sorry, Mister Mellark!”

He looked down at her, his demeanor changing from agitated to friendly. “Hello, Katniss. Was Peeta able to help you today?”

“Yes, sir,” she told him, then cleared her throat. “Uh, thank you for the bread, but I need to finish my rounds.”

He gave her a kind smile. “Of course. Have a nice day, Katniss.”

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Katniss mopily finished her rounds, wondering if she should have told him yes. Although, she knew Peeta deserved someone better⎯someone who didn’t ignore him when he tried to show them kindness. She hoped he didn’t think her ungrateful. Though that was the difference between them, he was good, and she…wasn’t.

Katniss tossed her game bag over her shoulder and kicked at a pebble with the toe of her boot.

Not to mention, Katniss didn’t know one thing about dressing up, except those times for the Reaping. Nerves had wracked her then. Not that she didn’t have them now, because she definitely felt acid butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. But that didn’t count since, at the time, she felt like she was being dressed as a pig for slaughter. 

Lastly, she didn’t have anything to wear, aside from said Reaping dress that was starting to become snug around her chest and arms. All she owned were scuffed pants, old boots, and her dad’s hunting jacket‒none of which sounded like a proper Harvest Festival outfit.

Would Peeta expect her to dress like the merchant girls from school? Hair styled and shiny with ribbons? A pastel cotton dress that fell below her knees? 

Yet, she was nothing like the merchant girls. She was Seam. Her hair and nails were often dirty⎯mostly from hunting. She didn’t own nice enough material to pass as a ribbon, nor did she own a dress that didn’t have patches sewn into the skirt.

Peeta, a merchant’s son, wouldn’t want that, would he?

The longer she thought about it, the more she started to believe that it was some sick joke. Maybe the golden boy wasn’t as nice as he so claimed to be…

“Katniss!”

She looked over to find Madge skipping up to her, blonde curls bouncing behind her. “Oh, hey, Madge,” she said, still walking.

Madge fell in step with her. “Um, I hate to ask, but are you going to see Gale?” she asked, blushing.

“Yeah, after rounds.”

“Well, um, do you think you could give this to him? I didn’t see him in town today.” Madge reached into a pocket in her dress and pulled out a small square box (blue tissue paper decorating the outside), then she held it out to her.

“Sure.” Katniss grabbed the box, placing it in her jacket.

Madge smiled. “Thank you, Katniss!” Then, she walked into the Cartwright’s shoe store.

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She met Gale in the meadow, finding him lying in a section of tall grass. Like the hunter he was, he turned at the sound of her boots stepping in a pile of mud. 

“Hey, Catnip.”

Katniss unceremoniously plopped down onto the grass next to him. “I have a special package for you from Madge.” She tossed the tiny parcel onto his lap, and he looked at it before shoving it in his pocket.

“Thanks.”

“What is it?” Katniss asked curiously.

His eyes widened. “Oh, uh…” She’d never seen his olive skin so pink. “It’s something we- she started a few weeks ago. It’s nothing really.” She hummed a noncommittal sound, deciding to leave it be for now.

They lapsed into silence, staring off at the clouds and the trees at the edge of the meadow. Normally, she’d find this peaceful, but her mind was still going a mile a minute. And she couldn’t stay still either, her fingers tearing up grass near the heel of her boot. She was too busy attempting to pick apart Peeta’s question from earlier to enjoy how quiet the birds were today. 

“You’re scaring all of the wildlife away,” Gale said beside her.

Her fingers stopped. “Sorry, I just…I have a lot on my mind.”

He glanced over at her. “Want to talk about it?”

She was quiet for a moment, lips pursed in hesitation until she spoke up again. “How do you thank someone for a debt you can never repay?”

“Easy, you simply thank them.”

Katniss rolled her eyes, tossing the pile of shredded grass at him. “Very funny.”

Gale laughed before nudging her shoulder with his. “Are you talking about bread boy?” 

Her mouth fell open. “How-?”

“He came up to me the other day while I was trading in The Hob, and asked if you and I were dating.” Katniss’s nose scrunched at the thought. “Wow, thanks,” he scoffed. “Listen, I think you’re overthinking this. And it’s clear that Peeta doesn’t hold any grudges against you, or else he wouldn’t have asked about you.”

She considered this, remorse and shame festering inside her. And the fact that Peeta didn’t hold a grudge, only made her feel worse. 

Why did he have to be so good? 

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

Gale shrugged. “Glad I could help.”  

The next morning, set on making things right, she walked as quickly as she could from the Seam to the Mellark’s bakery. Unfortunately, her heavy game bag bumping against her leg hindered her from walking any faster. She knocked on the back door. Once. Twice. And as she started to knock again, the door finally opened to reveal Peeta on the other side. He scratched the back of his head when he noticed it was her at the door, his cheeks turning a ruddy color. “Uh, hey, Katniss. Are you here to trade?” 

“Yes- wait no… I mean yes I need to trade, but that’s not why I’m actually here.” He frowned, she probably looked like a bushy-tailed lunatic. She sighed, dropped her game bag on the step, and tried to gather her bearings. “Peeta I want to go to the Harvest Festival with you.”

He flushed slightly then cleared his throat. “About that, I wanted to apologize-”

She crossed her arms over her chest, determined to make him understand. “No, I want to.”

“You don’t have to ask me to make me feel better,” he said wryly.

Katniss scowled. “I’m not asking you out of pity, Peeta.”

Peeta sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “Katniss-” he started again, ready to argue with her on the matter. 

With her heart fluttering in her chest, she silenced him by leaning up to press her lips against his. They were soft and smooth, still at first, then bumped against hers clumsily. It was slow, uncertain, and he faintly tasted like spice and mint. Peeta sighed into her mouth, the sound stirring something foreign low in her gut… However, the caress was short, as it seemed to have served its purpose. But part of her wasn’t ready for it to end, and she was almost curious about what other sounds he would make if they continued. 

As she pulled away, she realized that she just had her first kiss with Peeta Mellark, and silently hoped it wouldn’t be the last. 

They stared at each other, breaths mingling, then she repeated herself slowly, “I want to go to the Harvest Festival with you.”

Peeta’s mouth lifted upward. “Okay,” he said softly.

[tigerseye46]

Id LOVE to see the peachpig fic where Pigsy wasn't told MK was gonna be SWK's successor!!!

Ask and you shall receive! I edited it a little bit. This is 2k words and it’s implied they you know at the end-

I think I wrote this months ago. Also when I say edit, I mean changed like two things then just skimmed as I copy and pasted

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It was at that moment that Bajie decided he was going to kill his husband. Rage swept through him at the thought of a few days ago. Wukong gave MK the staff and didn’t tell Bajie about it. He hadn’t even known Wukong wanted a successor! There were some talks but nothing serious, apparently his spouse wasn’t content with retirement, he should have expected that.

Pigsy was pissed and he decided that he was going to be a widower. Tang and Sandy were confused about the fact that the monkey never mentioned the whole successor thing but they were content to let it be, Pigsy was not. He had told Wukong enough about MK, that doesn’t excuse his husband from throwing his kid into danger.

He stomped up to the mountain, his brows furrowed and fists clenched. The monkeys could tell something was wrong and avoided the angry pig. Wukong was on his cloud, eating a peach when he spotted his husband, oblivious to his angry gaze.

He floated down gently and wrapped his husband in a hug, his tail wagged. “Babe! I haven’t seen you in a few days! I missed you so much!” Since the start of the shop, Pigsy gained his own apartment and there would be times where they didn’t see each other. The monkey visited his husband practically every day but they both got busy and luckily, Wukong didn’t show up the day after. “You look wonderful, babe!” He planted a kiss against his lips, Pigsy fought the urge to kiss back and the rising blush.

He pushed his spouse away. “Hi, Wukong.”

Wukong raised an eyebrow yet kept his tail wagging. “How are you, love?”

He scowled. “Wukong, we need to talk.”

“About?”

“The kid.”

“Oh! He did really well, huh?”

“Is that all you have to say to me?”

“Huh?”

He took a step forward. “Why didn’t you tell me that the kid was going to be your successor? You kept the truth from me!”

“Huh? Oh, that. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Yep, he was going to be a widower. “Didn’t think it was a big deal?! He’s my freakin’ kid! I told ya about him all the time! Ya know what kind of past that kid has! Then I find out he has your staff and now he’s fightin’ demons!”

“What’s the problem? He’s a fan of mine! You saw how happy he is!”

“What the fuck are you not gettin’? You didn’t consult me on this! I didn’t think there was a possibility for MK to have the staff until he showed up in the shop with it! Then all of a sudden, we’re on a journey to return the staff back to ya! Ya couldn’t have picked someone else?!”

“He was perfect for it! The perfect candidate to be my successor!”

“Perfect for it?! You could have handled the whole mess on your own like ya always do! What do ya need a damn successor for?”

Wukong frowned, his tail dropped along with his ears. “I’m sorry… I just thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“A nice surprise? I THOUGHT HE DIED!” His husband recoiled. “We all thought he died!” He pulled his husband by the shirt and brought him close. “I THOUGHT MY FUCKIN’ KID DIED TRYIN’ TO GET TO YOU!”

“I would never let that happen,” he whispered.

“How was I supposed to know that? How was I supposed to know any of this? We’re supposed to tell each other everythin’, both small and big. Comes along with the promise of bein’ married. We’ve always done that up until now. You’re still so impulsive! Ya don’t think of anybody but yourself!”

His husband growled. “I thought about the kid too! And who’s the one who only thought about himself, huh? Says the guy who got us captured daily!”

“I’ve changed and I thought ya did too! When ya wanted to retire, I was shocked but I knew you wanted it. Then ya couldn’t pick up the staff to just deal with DBK yourself and get it over with? It would have been so easy for ya to do!”

“That’s the meaning of retired, you idiot! Meaning I’m done with that stuff! Heavens, you don’t have any brains really. Just like back then, getting us captured like a dumbass.” The hurt expression on his husband’s face made him double take. “Wait, baby, I-”

Pigsy shoved him. “So I’m just a dumbass to ya, huh?!” His husband had called him an idiot or dumbass in an affectionate tone but his tone was harsh. “Is that why ya married me? Because I was too stupid to say no? I’m just an easy lay to you! Someone you could laugh at!”

“Love, that’s not it at all! I married you because I love you! I didn’t tell you because I knew this would happen! I knew we would get into an argument about it! The kid had all the right qualifications to be my successor!”

“I told ya I thought he died! You were goin’ to let me believe that my kid died! Ya know what…” He took off his ring.

The monkey’s eyes widened. “Babe, what are you doing?”

The pig threw it on the ground. “I’m done. I’m not goin’ to be an easy lay for you. I’m not goin’ to be someone for you to laugh at! We tell each other everythin’! We used to.” Tears pricked his eyes, this was their worst fight yet. “Ya almost got MK killed and ya expect him to handle your dirty work. You let me believe that my kid was killed.”

He began to leave when Wukong pulled him back. “Baby-”

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me! I don’t want to talk to you ever again!” He left in a huff while his husband stared down at the ring and began crying, thinking over his mistakes.

Weeks passed with Pigsy refusing to speak to his husband, no matter how many texts and calls Wukong had left. If Pigsy was being honest, he missed him, he missed his furry heater who used to tell him jokes and wrap his arms around him, kissing him gently and sweetly. He loved his spouse, he truly did but he was so pissed at the thought of MK being in danger. The kid had a tough life and while he could handle it himself, the pig wanted to make sure he was safe. MK had grown into a worthy successor, the pig will admit.

MK had handled every incident that had come his way, the weather station, the clones, and the spider queen stuff. Heavens, the spider queen. He had to apologize to Tang for that one. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, he was mad at Wukong but he would never flirt with anybody else besides his husband. Tang realized she placed a spell on him which made sense but Pigsy had felt awful for practically cheating on his husband and oh yea, Tang being put in danger.

It was only a few days after the Spider Queen that he laid on the couch of his apartment. He picked up his phone and scanned the messages his husband left him, begging for him to talk to him yet not bothering to go to the shop. Wukong could be an idiot sometimes but he knew to give the pig some space.

Memories of their relationship flooded his mind, their first meeting where he held his own against the Great Sage, being Tang’s disciple, starting to realize he was in love, the denial, flirting with women to get his mind off the monkey, jealousy towards Tang who was in love with Sandy which was a whole other mess, acceptance, continuing to do everything to impress the monkey, the confession, years of dating then all that up to the point where they were finally wed.

He loved the memories, loved Wukong, he was betrayed yet maybe he should have made an attempt to see what was going through his spouse’s stupid head. The pig sighed, maybe he should call him.

A knock on the door cut off his thought process. He raised an eyebrow, who would be knocking at this time of night? The knock continued again, he reluctantly got up and answered it. He let out a slight gasp to see his husband with his tail drooped, his eyes, which looked red from crying, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Hi,” Sun Wukong whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back. It was as if time stood still, he resisted the urge to wrap his husband in a hug.

He asked, “Is it alright if I come in?”

“Uh… yea, sure.” He stepped aside to which his husband walked in. “What are ya doin’ here?”

“I wanted to talk… I heard about the Spider Queen stuff from the kid.”

“O-oh… yea…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yea…”

The monkey nodded. “Good, good.” His fists clenched. “I’m glad you’re safe even though you flirted with her which got you in trouble in the first place.”

“Wukong-”

“No, I get it. I really do. She’s attractive or whatever, right?”

“Wukong, yes, I flirted with her.” His husband sucked in a breath. “But that wasn’t me. I can’t justify my behavior but believe me when I say that I would never cheat on you.”

“Why wouldn’t you? There are a lot of better options out there even if your choice was a spider.”

“She wasn’t my choice.” He gently guided his husband to the couch where they both sat down.

“She would be a better option than me. Anyone would be better than me. I’m so sorry. I was selfish and immature and I should have consulted you on everything. I put ou- your kid in danger. I let you believe he died.” He kneeled in front of his husband, his head hung low. “I get why you want to divorce me.”

The pig’s eyes widened. “You think I wanted to divorce you?”

He nodded. “You threw your ring away… if you want to divorce me, just say it and I’ll make it happen if…” his bottom lip jutted out. “If it will make you happy. I’ll give you everything, just ask me and I’ll give it to you, no matter the cost, no matter the price.”

Bajie frowned. “Cupcake, sweetheart, look at me.” His husband refused to look at him. He grabbed his husband’s face and tilted his chin up, his red eyes pained him. “Look at me. Cupcake, I don’t want to divorce you. I never want to divorce you. I was just pissed. I would never.”

“Are you sure? You deserve better, better than me…”

Wukong was feeling insecure, during their relationship, it was obvious that Wukong could be extremely insecure at times especially when it came to their love, fighting was more of Wukong’s thing, love was a tricky area especially since he spent time denying how he felt for the pig. “There is no better, honey. I was pissed but I had no right to throw the ring at you. It’s just we tell each other everythin’. I was goin’ to tell you about the Spider Queen incident. Baby, I would never cheat on you.”

“You should. You should have. I don’t deserve you. I didn’t think about your feelings. I was an idiot. That kid, he has something in him, something that I thought I could train. I should have told you. I know how much you care about that kid and I care about him too, from your stories and just from simply watching him. I know he’s your kid, I know how important he is to you. I just thought if I told you, you would have stopped it.”

“I would have eventually understood if you had told me ahead of time and he’s our kid, not just mine.” He thought back to his spouse’s earlier words. “Love, I’m not goin’ to cheat on you. You don’t deserve that. Of course you deserve me. We make mistakes, babe. That’s who we are.”

“But this was our worst fight. I made you upset. I hurt you. You deserve better than an idiot who only looks for himself. I’m sorry I called you a dumbass. I didn’t marry you as some sort of sick joke. I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I know. You deserve me. I love ya so much. If I didn’t think you deserve me then I would have pushed you away. You know how happy I felt when I found out you felt the same way. You saw my reaction, I was so relieved.”

“I don’t. I don’t deserve you. What if… what if you find someone better? What if I’m not enough to satisfy you? What if after these years you find out I’m not what you want?” He began sobbing. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you. I want you to be happier than me. If you want to divorce me, just please say the word and I’ll give you whatever it is you want.”

Pigsy narrowed his eyes. “Hey! Don’t you dare talk about yourself that way! You’re enough, Wukong. You’ve always been enough. There is no better. We’ve been married for 1,400 years, I’m not goin’ to leave you. Babe, you’re the Great Sage, I was still surprised when ya wanted to go for a lowly pig demon in the first place. I’m so lucky that ya chose me even after all the trouble I’ve caused you. I used to get us captured on the daily, I used to flirt with women all the time to get my mind off you. I didn’t think I was good enough to be with you but here we are. I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.” He wiped his husband’s tears.

Wukong growled at him. “Lowly? You’re not lowly! You’re a great Celestial Warrior that managed to fight me on even grounds! Sure, you got us in trouble but you always made up for it. Tch, lowly. I don’t like hearing you talking about yourself like you’re nothing.” Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “Oh. OH! I get it. I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. We both get insecure sometimes.”

“I’m sorry for everything. I should have told you.”

“You should have but that’s all in the past now. You’re doin’ a great job trainin’ the kid from what I hear. I’m so proud of you, baby. We’ve come a long way from how we were before.”

“Thank you, honey. So you don’t want to divorce me?”

He shook his head. “Never. Not in a million years. You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.”

His tail wagged. “Can I kiss you?”

“Obviously.”

“Just want to make sure.” He pressed a gentle kiss to his husband’s lips which quickly turned passionate in a matter of seconds.

“I missed you so much. We have a lot of time to make up for. A few weeks is too long.”

“It is. I missed you.” He pulled the ring from his pocket. “Here.”

Bajie beamed and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I missed this. Aren't you goin’ to put it on me?”

His husband’s mouth quirked up and he nodded, he placed the ring on his finger and kissed it. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Are ya talkin’ about me or yourself?”

The king chuckled. “You.” He left a trail of kisses up and down his throat. “Mine,” he growled.

Bajie rolled his eyes. “Yes, yours. I’m sorry for falling under the Spider Queen’s trap.”

“It’s fine. I know it was a spell. Tang explained as much.”

“Hm, I’ll thank him later.”

“We’re okay now?”

“Yes, we’re okay.” At the answer, Wukong nipped at his neck. “Love~”

“It’s as you said, a few weeks is much too long. Want to go to our bedroom, dear?”

“Yes I do. You’re givin’ me a bunch of stuff later, got it? I demand a lot of kisses, cuddles, food and a bunch of other stuff.”

He chuckled. “Okay. Whatever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He guided his husband to the bedroom where they whispered assurances of love and all was well.

[mosaicofdreamsanddragons]

Crumbling Murals

A Monkie Kid fanfic 

On ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26939983

Sun Wukong, the Monkey king, watched the Kid go about his day in his bird form and waited for the kid to notice him. It was a game by now and one Wukong was getting tired of winning. Seriously, the Kid knew what he looked like when he transformed and he knew that Wukong would come over to spy on him. So why could he never spot him?

Note to self, incorporate observation into the next lesson. He mused. Should help with training for focus.

The Kid’s little friend, the Feisty One, came out. He could make out that they were headed somewhere, because of something to do with a mayor, but needed to be quite because…Oh there goes the Kid’s Boss. Something about making up for slacking off yesterday. Hmmm, that might have been my fault. Should I interfear? Nahhhh. The yelling had drawn the attention of the Kid’s other friend, the One-Who-Leaves-Treats-Out-For-Birds, who was now trying to mediate between them. I bet he’ll bring out the tea. As if on cue, One With Treats produced a teapot seemingly out of nowhere. Called it. Wukong chuckled to himself as the Kid’s Boss’ cup got casually stolen by the fifth member of the band, the Fanboy. Who, instead of helping, contented himself with sipping the tea next to the Feisty One who was taking pictures of the whole ordeal.

A Pig screamed insults at him from across the campground. He screamed back. He could swear he heard the horse let out a whinny which sounded suspiciously like a dragons’ laugh. He glared at it. A River Demon offered him some tea in a valiant attempt to stop the fighting. He ignored it only for his cup to get swiped by Monk too tired from his latest kidnapping to care anymore.

He blinked suddenly back in the present. Without looking back at the scene below him he took off. He’d bother the kid about training tomorrow.

He laughs around a campfire with a Pig, a River Demon, a Horse, and a Monk.

“Have some tea,” says the River Demon hands full of teapot and cups that hadn’t been there a second before.

“I’m not really thirsty,” he says.

“It’ll do you some good,” said the River Demon and pushes the tea cup closer. The water in the reflection catches the eye and he can just briefly make out…

He shoves the tea away. “I’m fine really,” he says.

“Oh please,” says the pig with a snort. “You’re not fooling anybody.” But before any offense could be taken to the statement the pig produced a peach and tossed it at him.

“What’s this for,” he says in shock as he inspected the white and pink fruit. For once he could make out no obvious punchline.

“You seem a like you need it,” says the Pig. “Gone and gotten sick on us. We can all tell you know, even the Horse noticed.”

The Horse whinnied in affirmation and nuzzled the top of his hair. The touch filled him with a sudden ache for more.

He shook himself as if it could dislodge him from the sensations growing inside him. “I’m fine,” he said putting on a smile and twitching his tail for emphasis. “I don’t get sick. I’m immortal, remember?”

The Pig, the River Demon, and the Horse all shared glances but said nothing. Instead it was the Monk, putting down his tea cup that he hadn’t had before, who responded. “We know,” he said and as he turned to meet his eyes. The Monk’s face that of the mural, cracking with age.

Unable to stare at the pale copy of the living breathing person he’d known he dropped his eyes down to the tea and saw the truth in the reflection. There was no one else by the campfire. He was alone.

Had been for a long time.

He didn’t awake screaming from the nightmare. The cold ache that filled him wasn’t really something that warranted a scream. Instead it sapped his energy, but it was fine. 

He was used to it.

The next day he deliberately waited for the Kid inside his house. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to pass the mural. No, he just wanted to get some more sleep. That was all.

The Kid found him easy enough but something seemed off. There was less enthusiasm at the prospect of sparring and his eyes were troubled like something was weighing on his mind. And it made him sloppy. The third time he crashed into the ground when he could easily have landed, Wukong decided this couldn’t go on any longer. He called off the match with a wave of his hand.

“Okay, Kid,” he said. “What’s on your mind?”

The Kid looked up at him, dirt sticking out of his hair. He took a deep breath and then started to talk, or rather he started to poor words out of his mouth at such a speed that if Wukong had been anyone other than himself he doubted they could have been able to follow. “The mayor, well we thought he was the mayor but now we aren’t so sure, gave me this key that opens any locks…”

“Sounds like a good thing,” Wukong sat the Kid down in front of him and began to groom his hair. The Kid squirmed a bit but Wukong barely noticed. Most children were squrimish while being groomed, and it didn’t strike him as odd that a human child would be too.

“…and it was a good thing at first but then Red Son showed up and he stole it…”

“Mmhmm,” said Wukong pulling out dirt particles from the oddly silky fur.

“…and that was fine, we can beat him no problem, but then his mom showed up and they got away with the key. But I just can’t figure out why! They already saved the DBK what more do they want to free? Are they after a person, are they after a powerful artifact? I mean they’ve gone after them before…”

Wukong poked him in the back of the head. “Kid, breath.”

The Kid took a deep breath and Wukong continued. “There’s no point worrying about what could happen, focus on the present instead.”

“I’m trying,” said the Kid fidgeting so much Wukong lost another dirt clod back into the Kid’s hair. “But I can’t stop thinking about it! What if…”

Wukong sighed and spun the Kid around to face him. Meeting his eyes he said, “Those worries don’t matter. Do you know why?”

The Kid tilted his head up so he could meet Wukong’s eyes. “Why?”

“Because you’re going to be ready for whatever comes. Just believe in yourself Kid. You’ve got this.”

The Kid’s eyes shine and Wukong feels something fill up inside him flooding out all the old aches that had flared up the night before. He quickly turns the boy back around and starts grooming his hair again.

“Umm, Monkey King?” the Kid began tentatively. Wukong cocked his head at the words but most of his focus was on trying to find any bugs in the strangely silken hair.

“Yes?” he said probably more snappishly then he meant it.

“Why are you… umm… picking at my hair? Is it like a training thing?” Wukong froze. His tail twitched.

“I am grooming you,” he began slowly, “because your hair is dirty and you probably need it. Also because I’m your teacher and in absence of whoever usually grooms you…”

“No one grooms me,” began the Kid. “I’m not sure humans get groomed, we have like shampoo or something. B-but it’s fine! I don’t mind!”

Kids these days! Don’t know anything about proper care! I am going to have to do this more often. Maybe after training sessions. At the expectation of future grooming sessions, warmth fills him again. That more than anything else makes him mentally add it to his plans for the next training session.

The Kid settled into the grooming and Wukong took the time to direct the conversation to safer things: how his little friends were, the game he was currently obsessed with, and grilling Wukong for details on some old adventure he’d long forgotten.

The Kid leaves with debris free hair and a bounce in his step. He stops as he’s walking off and turns back calling, “Thank you Monkey King! I’ll remember to live in the present!”

Wukong waves goodbye and as he turns back to head to his house his eyes fall on the mural. “Live for the present, ehhy?” he says to himself gazing up at the time worn faces. He reached out to touch the mural, gazing up at the frozen memories. The Pig who he’d clashed with so many times but had always had his back, the River Demon always ready with a listening ear, the horse trudging forward no matter the odds, and the Monk…who had taught him how to care for others beside himself. Without whom he could never have been a teacher himself.

There used to be such warmth when he thought of them. Where did that all go?

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the Kid smiling with his friends, his enthusiasm, and the way his smile drove away all the cold that had settled in him long ago.

His hand dropped from the mural.

“Live for the present,” he echoed.

The Kid needed to work on building his core strength. A little demolition would do him some good.

[gettin-a-lil-hanse]

You Found Me

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: In a world where hybrids are much like pets, they are also treated much like animals. Thankfully, there are people who also see the humanity in these creatures.

Tags: Kitty Hybrid! Wooyoung, Found Hybrid, Abandonment, Caring For a Kitten

Warnings: Mentions of mistreatment

Seonghwa and Hongjoong were sitting in a very peaceful silence in their shared apartment, Hongjoong curled up against Seonghwa’s side as he read something on his phone. Seonghwa hummed suddenly and looked down at him, a soft smile spread across his face.

“I could really go for some ice cream right now.”

“You wanna go out into the cold, darkness of night for some ice cream? When you can stay inside, warm and cuddled up to me, your absolutely wonderful boyfriend?”

Seonghwa chuckled and pat his thigh, moving to sit up.

“The quicker we go, the quicker we can come back. Come on, Joong, let’s go.”

As much as Hongjoong wanted to protest, he knew that he would get nowhere. Once Seonghwa had his mind set on something, he was gonna get it done. He huffed dramatically and stood up, walking to the door to put on his shoes and coat alongside Seonghwa before they made their way out into the cold. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seonghwa kept up a playful demeanor, making sure that Hongjoong wouldn't sulk too much for being forced out of the house. Hongjoong wasn’t really upset - he loved any and all time he could spend with his boyfriend. But seeing Seonghwa doing aegyo to stay in his good graces. 

“Don’t be mad at Ddeonghwa-“

“Shut up!”

Seonghwa was taken aback by his outburst, slowing when he realized that Hongjoong had stopped. 

“If you don’t want me to do that you could’ve just told me so…”

“No no, just- be quiet for a second…”

Seonghwa was still confused, watching as Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. He stood silent nonetheless and then he heard it too. 

Mew.

The couple looked down the dark alleyway, waiting to see if they could hear the sound again. 

Mew.

Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong’s hand firmly, free hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, using it as a flashlight as they inched into the alleyway. The sight that they were met with had both of their hearts clenching. 

There, curled up in the corner of the alley, was a hybrid, dirtied and visibly shaking. The poor thing had matted black hair with a white stripe down the front, ears peeking out from the mop of hair atop his head. His head was buried in his arms and knees, and it was obvious that he was rather afraid of the presence of two strangers. 

Hongjoong moves forward and kneeled down, making sure not to get too close. 

“Hey, we're not gonna hurt you. Can I see your face, please?”

The hybrid made no moves for a moment but eventually lifted his head to peek up at Hongjoong. He looked him over before lifting his head from his arms completely, still glued to his corner. 

Seonghwa kneeled beside Hongjoong, his eyes full of worry as they scanned over the hybrids face. He was absolutely speechless, letting Hongjoong do the talking. 

“Hi, I’m Hongjoong and this is Seonghwa… Are you out here all alone?”

The hybrid nodded, eyes shifted to scan over Seonghwa now. They didn’t look like a threat, but he knows from past experiences that even those who seem harmless could cause the most pain. 

“Poor thing… you must be freezing. Are you lost?”

Seonghwa slid his coat off and handed it to Hongjoong who took it and moved slowly to lay the coat over the hybrid before backing away again. The hybrid stayed quiet, eyebrows furrowed slightly before speaking up for the first time. 

“I have nowhere to go.”

Hongjoong looked heartbroken, turning to look at Seonghwa with a face he knew all too well. Hongjoong wanted to help him and honestly, so did Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa spoke up softly. 

“It wouldn’t feel right to leave you here alone… Let us at least feed you and get you cleaned off hmm?”

The hybrid shied away, seemingly to try and curl further into the corner. The couple knew that it would not be easy to gain his trust but they were willing to try. 

“It’s really cold out, our place is really warm. We have some clean clothes that we can give you and plenty of food. Just stay inside with us for tonight and you can leave in the morning if you’d like okay? We can help you find somewhere to go.”

Seonghwa pleaded with the hybrid to go with them - he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that they left a precious hybrid out in the freezing cold when they could have helped. 

To his and Hongjoong’s surprise, the hybrid nodded. Hongjoong offered a hand and a soft smile to him as Seonghwa stood up.

“Let’s go quickly okay? You’re shaking so much…” 

Still hesitant, the hybrid took Hongjoong’s hand and let the man - Hongjoong, he recalled- help him up. Hongjoong made sure that Seonghwa’s coat was secured around him before leading him back to their apartment as quickly as they could. 

Once they got back inside, they were able to get a good look at the hybrid: he was dirty, with smudges on his cheeks and worn clothes; the fur on his ears and tail were matted and dirty; his eyes were sunken and tired. The sight broke the couple’s hearts. 

“First things first, let’s get you cleaned up hmm? Do you feel comfortable with one of us bathing you or would you rather do it on your own?” Seonghwa asked, already mentally going through what they would need to do for the poor thing tonight. 

The hybrid stayed silent, thinking through each scenario before looking up at Hongjoong. He couldn’t seem to get the words out of his mouth, but Hongjoong got the message. He pointed to himself and asked for clarification. 

“Do you want me to bathe you?”

The hybrid nodded and Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa, making sure to talk loud enough for the hybrid to hear too, wanting him to trust them and to be comfortable.

“I’ll help him clean, could you get a pair of sweats for him please and a sweater from my clothes? Something that’ll keep him warm. And then when we’re done we could warm up the leftovers from dinner for him?”

Seonghwa nodded and gave the hybrid a once over, noting his frame so that he could pick clothes that would fit him better. 

“Take your time, make sure it’s not too hot so you don’t burn him.”

Hongjoong chuckles and motioned for the hybrid to follow him to the restroom. He moved quickly around the bathroom, talking as he ran bathwater and grabbed towels. 

“We can let you sit in a bath of warm water so I can start to wash you and warm you up, but it’ll be really dirty so we’ll have to turn the shower on afterward, okay?” 

“Why are you helping me?”

The question caught Hongjoong off guard - why wouldn’t he help a poor hybrid in need? It shouldn’t have surprised him though since he knew that many people treated them with as much respect as pigs on a farm. That didn’t stop him from freezing up at the question. 

“We couldn’t just leave you out there like that. You needed help, so we helped you. Simple as that.”

The hybrid didn’t seem convinced. 

“People don’t just help hybrids they see on the street without wanting to gain something from it in my experience. So you mean to tell me that you don’t want anything from me?”

“That’s correct. When we found you, we were actually on our way to get ice cream. I heard you crying in the alley and we decided to go check it out. We found you and, well, here we are. If you’d like, you can leave in the morning, no questions asked. We just want to make sure that you are cared for tonight.”

After checking the temperature of the water, Hongjoong stopped the water and turned back to the hybrid.

“This may be uncomfortable, but you have to take all of that off now. We can toss your old clothes, I’ll give you something nicer that you can keep.”

Hongjoong offered a soft smile to the hybrid, holding his hands out as if to ask for the clothes to be placed there. The hybrid complied, carefully peeling the coat and his clothes off. What does he have to lose? When he was fully nude, Hongjoong tossed the clothes into the hamper and helped him into the warm bath, which sent a weird, warm feeling up his spine. He let him relax in the water for a moment before grabbing the cup that they kept in the shower to rinse the hybrid’s ears and hair. 

“You know, we never asked what your name was. Do you have a name?” Hongjjong asked, tilting the hybrid’s head back to keep the water out of his face.

“I do.” 

“...Will you tell me what your name is, please? I’d like to be able to address you properly.”

The hybrid stayed silent for a bit, eyes closed as he felt the warm water run through the strands of his hair, rinsing loose dirt from it.

“My name is Wooyoung.”

[imaginarypeteel]

Dear Blue: Kurt Wagner x F! Reader

Your mutation: You have f/c hair and can control people when singing

A/n: This is my first one, just something that's stayed in my mind for awhile. Also, it's been a while since I saw X-Men's movies and I haven't been able to read the comics, so I'm sorry that it's kinda OOC. Also, the song lyrics are improvised by me. I also don't remember if the X-Men were known by mutants but here they are. I also apologize for any mistakes with any products.

Word count: 5k

Gender: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Jubilee wanted to watch an interview with her favorite artist - Y/n L/n. Appereantly she made songs for mutants. Jubilee had also made them watch it when they had shown little to no care about the said singer.

"So, Y/n, a question that has been lurking in everyone's mind. What do you really think about mutants?" asked the interviewer. Jubilee's breath hitched.

Y/n gave her interviewer a small smile. "Exactly what I've said every other time it's been asked. I think they're misunderstood. Not everyone is the same. When you walk past a human, you don't scream and run, you just walk past them. But for all you know, maybe this human you just walked past is a psychopath who has killed fifteen plus people. But then you walk past a mutant and most of you will scream and run and maybe even call them monsters. But maybe this mutant you just called a monster saved a kitten and risked their life in the process. You don't know who they are as a person when you walk past them."

"Yes, that she is but other people there might not be as open minded," Jean explained her boyfriend's words softly.

After the interviewer had asked some more questions, the show had ended and a break game, Jubilee jumped up. "See? She's awesome! And she protects us!" the girl gushed.

The other mutants exchanged uncertain glances but shrugged and nodded, "I guess?" Jean said uncertainly.

"Yes! I knew you'd like her which is exactly why I got all of us tickets for her concert that is going to be in New York," Jubilee chirped, showing the tickets.

All of their eyes widened and Kurt filled with slight panic. "What the hell? How do you plan on getting us in? No offence but I don't think we can hide Blue boy over here when we go," Scott growled.

Kurt moved a bit uncomfortably.

Jubilee rolled her eyes, "Hello, where you even listening to what Y/n said? She is completely fine with mutants."

In the end, Kurt had went with the coat and hat since he didn't know what the inside of the giant concert house looked like. Surprisingly, the guards let him in.

Jubilee was quiet for a moment but then she smiled brightly. "But what if he teleports inside? Or maybe wears a coat and a hat?"

~~~

Jubilee was giddily waiting for the show to start, different colored glow rings wrapped around different parts of her body. They had seen a few other mutants with visible mutations like a teenage girl with cat eyes and tail and even some fur and a man who looked a bit like a fairy.

"Why did we agree to this again?" Scott groaned, earning a smack from Jean.

All of a sudden, all the lights turned off. Kurt looked around, he had never been to a concert and he thought that maybe the lights had died. "Oh my gosh, it's starting!" Jubilee squealed.

"Vhat do you mean, zhe li-" Kurt started but cut off as a popping sound came and most of the lights pointed to a girl in the middle of the huge stage with colorful and sparkly clothes. Other lights were running along the stage and some going through the crowd.

The catchy and loud music started and Kurt swore his heart started beating to every single beat. It was bizzare but he swore that's how it was.

"Hello New York! How are you this fine night?" the girl - Y/n - asked loudly into the microphone. There was chorus of screams of 'good' that made Kurt's ears ring. "Good 'cause I'm doing awesome too now that I'm with you," the star replied with a huge smile in her voice. "Now what do you say we get this party started?" Y/n asked. Once again, a chorus of screams 'yes' and Kurt cringed at it again.

"I fear what you think of me once you realize that I'm not like you."

"Will you think of me as a monster or not, as a monster or not?"

Were the first lyrics. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.

Kurt felt these lyricys hit him a bit close to heart.

"But I hope you won't because I'm not. I'm just scared. Just really really scared."

The concert had gone horribly wrong. Halfway through and mutant hunters had opened fire. Screams had filled the humongous room and people were trampling over each other.

Kurt had found himself liking the concert much much more than he thought he would. Like that much more that he was dancing. Same with the others, Jubilee and Jean already singing the lyrics off key with Y/n and the crowd.

~~~~

Thankfully Kurt had teleported them out of the place, they were now outside and were about to run towards the X-Jet when hunters jumped in front of them, guns pointed at them. They debated if they should fight or just let Kurt teleport them away when:

"Don't hurt, just leave, just leave, just leave. No one hurt, no one hurt, no one hurt. Just leave."

The hunters froze before lowering their weapons and simply walking away. The X-Men turned their heads towards the source of the voice when a familiar f/c haired popstar jumped out of the shadows, still all colorful and glittery. "Okay! This won't last for long! Let's go!" she rushed them, her e/c eyes quickly snapping between the X-Men and the hunters. Said mutants were a bit... stunned. "Well?!" the popstar cried out desperately.

"Uhm, Kurt, would you teleport us to the X-Jet?" Jean mumbled. They all grabbed onto the blue mutant when Y/n exclaimed, "Waaait! Can I come with you? My driver took off when this started and my place is... not close enough for me to get away from the hunters on foot."

The friends exchanged looks but nodded. Y/n sighed with relief before jumping onto Kurt's arm, making the said boy flush violet.

With a bamf, they were on the X-Jet, Y/n still tightly clinging onto the teleporter's arm. "Woah! That's so cool!" she chirped with excitement, looking around, unknowingly hooking her arm around the German mutant's elbow, making him even more violet.

"O. M. G! Y/n L/n is a mutant! And she's here! On our X-Jet!!!" Jubilee chirped, earning the popstar's attention a shy smile forming on her face.

"I guess I am... Wait... X-Jet? Does that mean..." The f/c haired girl trailed off before letting out a gasp. She finally let go of Kurt to gather her hands around her mouth as she squealed some muffled words into it. "You're the X-Men, aren't you?"

They exchanged looks and nodded.

"Wow! I can't believe this is happening!" Y/n bounced a 360°. She then tucked a stray piece of her dyed hair behind her ear shyly. "Oh my gosh, I have dreamed  for this day. I'm Y/n... You already knew that, 'cause you were at my concert." She stayed quiet for a bit before her e/c colored eyes widened. "The X-Men were at my concert!" she exclaimed. "Holy-"

Two minutes into the flight of Jubilee asking her favorite star all sorts of questions, Y/n opened her mouth to request something. "So, can we stop by my place? I'm not sure if I want to get any more glitter over this thing."

"Not to be rude but we should get going," Ororo interfered.

The popstar blushed like a boiled lobster and nodded while smiling shyly at the floor. She hesitantly sat on a seat that no one took which just so happened to be beside the Nightcrawler.

Ororo, Jean and Scott had a silent conversation between themselves before Jean asked: "Depends, where's your Place?" Y/n grinned before giving her address, it was a bit off route for their path back to the X-Mansion but not too far, so they decided to go there.

~~~

Kurt wasn't sure what he was expecting. A rotten cottage in the middle of the woods? Not Really. An apartment in the city? Maybe. A private nice house? Yes. But not a freaking mansion that challenged the place they lived at.

"You live here alone?!" Peter gasped making the star chuckle.

"No, my parents, a few mutants who are taking cover there and my pig, Cookie also lives there."

Jean rose a brow, "You have a pig?"

Jubilee squealed in her seat, "O. M. G! Yes! Cookie is the cutest!!!"

About fifteen minutes later, a familiar figure was hopping towards them through the woods, clutching three bags. She also had different clothes and a small figure was running after her.

They decided to land hundred feet away from her gates. Y/n started to head off the X-Jet but then she stopped. "By the way what are your names? Only Jubilee told me hers," she chuckled. They all told her their names, Kurt earning a warm smile from the e/c orbed mutant before she bounced off towards her own mansion. She had decided to join the school to focus a bit on her abilities.

"So, Y/n," Ororo started, earning the giddy mutant's immediate attention. "Can you explain your mutation a bit better to us?" the white-haired woman asked.

Y/n smiled awkwardly, "Well I uh, I can control people's minds with what I sing. But it's a limited amount of people and after like um, 3 minutes it wears off and usually they remember that i controlled them. So uh yeah, almost every hunter in New York should know by now that I'm a mutant. If not everyone that is," she mumbled sadly. "Oh! And my hair colour, it's not dyed, it actually is that colour."

~~~

"Oh my gosh that's Cookie!" Jubilee exclaimed, her eyes shining brighter than ever.

"You are not taking that pig with you," Scott grunted as soon as Y/n stepped inside.

Her and Jubilee let out devastated gasps. "What?!" they exclaimed.

Cookie trotted between the seats, sniffing them like a bloodhound, occasionally letting out oinks. He then stopped beside Kurt as he sniffed his spaded tail, his snout and breath tickled it which made Kurt pull his tail back, up to his lap. Cookie didn't seem to like it, because the next moment, the small pig was on the blue mutant's lap.

~~~

"Awww!" Y/n was now leaning against Kurt's chair, making him turn from blue to violet once again. "Look! He already accepted Kurt, why not take him?" the singer argued with Scott.

"He's going to be roasted for dinner if you take him there, pets are not allowed," Cyclops huffed.

"Then they'll have to face me," the f/c haired girl said darkly, dumping her bags in the back, walking over to her previous seat and plopping down there.

"And me! And you know I don't control my powers," Jubilee said. The others made uncomfortable faces but let it go.

"Cookie, did you replace me with Kurt so quickly?" Y/n cried as they were walking towards Professor X's office. It was late... or early. However you would like to take 4am.

The singer waited for a response which was just Cookie running an inch away from the blue boy's strange feet. "I don't blame you, he's cute," Y/n shrugged. Kurt's amber eyes grew to the size of watermelons at the compliment. Cute? No one has ever called me cute. And for the uncountable number of time, she had made him blush once again.

~~~***~~~

Your pig came to you oinking, begging for food. You grabbed another white bread, turning around and connecting your eyes with your small pink friend. "Sit," you had chirped, two seconds after, the dots connected in his little brain and he sat down. You bent down and gave him the bread. Immediately, he started to chew on it loudly. You were used to the noise of his chewing but obviously, some weren't. Half of the people cringed at the sound while others awwed.

When you had entered the dining room in the morning, quite many of the students had choked on their drinks or foods or had spurted it out. "Is that Y/n really walking around the X-Mansion or am I still dreaming?" someone choked, earning a pat on the back from you.

"Are you okay?" you asked with concern.

"yes," they squeaked, earning a smile from you before you trotted to an empty space, once again beside Kurt.

Cookie soon came running down the stairs. Surprisingly, Professor X had let him stay after you had plead and howled on why you need him here. "Is that Cookie?!" a girl gasped, you hummed as confirmation as you rubbed some jam onto your white bread.

After he had eaten the bread and you had completely ignored him on giving another, he had decided to try and swoon Kurt. "Damn, he really likes you. Can't say he is the only one," you smiled, still eating your breakfast. Kurt didn't know how to take that statement. Did you like him as someone you tolerated or something more? No, the latter was nonsense, you had been in the X-Mansion for less than twenty-four hours, plus he looked strange and you hadn't even had a full conversation with him. You probably just meant it as a joke because of how keen on him Cookie was already. You were probably going to ignore him soon anyway.

~~~

A month had passed and anyone saying you were ignoring him would be the biggest liar in Earth's history. After the first week, you were clinging onto him like a koala baby to its mother. It made him shy while you were anything but. You asked him all sorts of strange questions. For example: "If you could be any planet in our solar system, who would you be?" and "Birch or maple tree?"

They had him very confused but he answered them anyway, after sometime, he was comfortable with you though and he thought that maybe that was the point of the strange questions. Something you also did was flirt with him shamelessly from time to time. You just got into that mood sometimes and at those times, you were usually hooked to his elbow with your own and occasionally leaning your head against his arm or shoulder. Now that was what made him shy, awkward and nervous.

~~~

"Kurt," you purred at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders as you headed towards the danger room. Professor X had seen potential in you and now you were training to become an X-Man. You had chosen on the first day to use Siren as your alias.

That fact had awakened Kurt's insecurities that had basically disappeared. You were a worldwide known singer who humans actually liked and you had probably dated lots of normal looking guys and maybe even girls. While he looked anything but normal, elf ears, amber eyes, serious lack of fingers and toes, a tail, fangs and most importantly blue skin. Your only visible mutation was your f/c hair and that was easily covered by two words: hair dye.

You were in your flirt mood again, Kurt gulped at that, "Uhm, hi Y/n."

You squealed at his reply and squeezed him tightly, "Aaah, you're so cute!" Your f/c haired self gushed as you leaned your head on his bicep, Still Walking so you made the two of you sway from side to side slightly. Kurt's tail nervously twitched. He knew a small crush for you had bloomed in him. He would've thought that maybe you liked him too but you often would be flirty with the other boys and sometimes with even Ororo and Jubilee.

Eventually you sighed before squeezing him tightly. "I would wish that you would know how amazing you really are," you said, your voice muffled since your face was buried into his side. He smiled at your words. "Zankz, Y/n."

"Hey Kurtie, if you could wish for one thing from a genie, what would it be?" You asked with interest.

Kurt bitterly replied, "That I could look normal."

His response made you jerk away from him, eyes wide. "What?! Don't you know how amazing you look?" The male mutant shrugged at that, you stared at him for ten seconds, trying to figure out if he was lying or not.

~~~

When Christmas Month rolled around, Kurt became a bit suspicious. You had suddenly started to offer to give him foot, neck and arm massages. You also asked more basic questions "what's your favorite color?" for example.

~~~~~

"And this one's for Kurt," Jean said, passing the gift to the blue mutant. Kurt took the box. It was wrapped in a pale blue paper, Kurt Wagner and Nightcrawler written endlessly in delecate silver handwriting. It was decorated with an indigo bow. By the way your eyes shined brighter and you bounced a little, he guessed it was from you. If you had put so much work into the outside, then was the gift equally as amazing or were you trying to make up for a horrible gift? There was a snow white box inside and this time written with black 'For Kurt'.

"Awwww! Thanks Kurt!" you squealed, squeezing the book he got you tightly.

The male's amber eyes widened at that. "H-How'd you know zat it'z from me?" he asked nervously.

You giggled, "Well honey, your handwriting." Kurt chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck.

He carefully opened the box and his heart softened as he saw the inside. A heart shaped gingerbread stared back at him, looking fancy with the pink and white icing. 'Kurt' was written in the middle of the heart. He put the gingerbread on his knee - he was sitting with his legs criss-crossed. Cookie came to sniff the gingerbread but Kurt shooed him away with his tail. In the gift box was a handmade knitted scarf, pair of wooly socks, gloves and even a hat. All in his two favorite colors. Kurt Wagner was embroidered into all of them delicately.

Nightcrawler bit his cheek with his fangs to stop himself from crying out of happiness. He rose his head and mouthed 'thank you' with a smile, his blue face full of graditude. You beamed at that, e/c eyes bright.

~~~

Kurt bent down, hands stretched out to take Scott's gift and then teleport back to his own room. The mutant was about to come back to a standing position when a force crashed into him, sending him towards the floor. Startled, Kurt teleported to the roof. He immediately heard feminine laughing. And jumped away while flipping also to see who had attacked him.

You were wiping a tear from your eye, quietly mumbling, "Oh my God." You then snorted before letting out another guffaw. Kurt playfully glared at you.

"Okay, I'm done," you said but snorted at the end. This time didn't laugh anymore though. "So, I forgot to put one of your gifts under the tree. It's in my room," you grinned. Kurt's amber eyes widened. You had made him another gift? But the one before was more than enough? With guilt, the blue mutant's shoulders fell. He had only gotten you book. "You zhouldn't have, Vögelchen. I only gotz you a book."

You frowned at his sad face. Your s/c hands flew to the mutant's face and made sure he was looking at you. "Hey, hey! Come on now. I had been searching for that book for ages with no avail. Now, get us to my room so I can give you the other gift," you ordered sternly, still holding onto his scarred cheeks. Kurt flicked his tail but bamfed to your room.

The lights were off but since your roommate was a fortune teller who could tell the future by looking into water, there was an exceptional aquarium in your room that's light brightened up most of the room.

Cookie made happy oinks as he saw Kurt and immediately flew off the bed, right onto the Nightcrawler's feet. "You could say the second gift is from Cookie?" you giggled, making two steps towards the big white box on your bed, pushing the crimson and white Christmas wrapping under your roommate's bed.

Kurt pet Cookie while you headed back to the boys, clutching the gift. Once again 'For Kurt' was written on the box. Kurt took the box and sat on your bed, the present in his lap. Carefully, he took the cover off, his eyes widening at the inside. Four pairs of designer footwear. Brown leather winter boots, white, black and red nikes, red and black flip-flops and finally, black rainboots. When he inspected them, he realized that all of them had 'Kurt Wagner' written on the inside.

While shaking slightly, the blue mutant wrapped his arms around you, "Zank you, Vögelchen," he whispered. You just squeezed him tight as a response. The moment was broken by Cookie scratching Kurt's feet, asking to have a hug too. You both giggled and Nightcrawler picked the pig up, giving him a gentle hug. He earned a snout on his cheek and affectionate licks on his chin.

"If you still want to, I think I know how you can make it up," you said slowly. Kurt gave you an expectant look, still rubbing the pink animal who kept giving him kisses.

~~~

"Oh....my....GOD!" you squealed which made Kurt open his eyes. You had asked for him to take you to Finland, so you could see what a real Christmas was like. He hadn't expected it to work. Basically teleporting to the other side of the world sounded impossible but he had done it apparently. It should be an early morning in Finland and it did appear like it was.

You placed the wiggling pig down and immediately, Cookie went to inspect the snow with his snout. A red Christmas sweater was wrapped around his small body.

Since Kurt was absolutely drained of energy - given the fact that he had just teleported the two of you across to world to another continent - you decided to visit a stall and bring the two of you some tea while he rested on a bench, Cookie sniffing circles around him.

After he was up and well again, the two of you had a snowball fight and visited different stalls. Interacting with the sellers was awkward since your Finnish was very very bad and they knew maximum of three words in English. But besides that, you two had fun.

You even saw other... SOME mutant couples hanging about in the very early hours of the morning. There was a girl with the same toned skin as Kurt and crazily long lighter shade of blue hair, she was holding hands with a man who's snake like tongue popped out from time to time. There was also a normal looking woman who's elbow was locked with the elbow of a man who was glowing. Literally. There were three more couples who did not seem normal but you had focused more on your tailed companion.

~~~~~~

When you returned, you nearly gave your roommate a heart attack. She had been making out with her boyfriend Caleb but when she noticed you two awkwardly shuffling, "Oh my fucking God! What the hell Y/n?!" Jemila screamed, ignoring the distasteful twist on Kurt's face at her choice of words. Your Nigerian roommate glowered at you before apologizing to her ginger boyfriend who just nodded awkwardly. He was a shy boy unlike Jemila and at the moment, the color of his face would've matched his hair if it were a little pinker.

"Sooo..." you trailed but were cut off by clap, the lights went out. When they turned back on, Caleb was nowhere to be found. "Oh come on! It took me ages to convince him to come here," Jemila whined, her dark kinky hair pushing to the front of her face as she rolled her head against the walls.

"I better get going too," Kurt yawned. Yes, he was tired but also very uncomfortable with the situation.

When he bamfed away, you laughed nervously as your dark-skinned roommate glared at you.

~~~~~~

Valentine's Day rolled around and you were walking to History class with Jemila. "I swear you better ask him out today because I am tired of seeing you two being all cutesy and cuddly everytime I feed my babies," the girl hissed at you. Oh man, everytime she started to feed her neon tetras and rainbow fish, she started moaning about seeing Kurt and you being a disgustingly cute couple, cuddling on a couch, both looking a bit older.

Even though the visions your roommate got were comforting, you still hesitated on asking the blue boy out. What if he didn't like you right now? Yes, he had taken you to the other side of the world on Christmas but that was because he felt bad for simply getting you a book. Which you loved and had read through three times by now.

~~~

"Yeah, yeah, you know very well what I have planned for today," you grumbled.

"I do and you better go through with it."

Kurt sat down beside his friends. He greeted them, all of them returned the gesture except for Jean and Scott who were being extra affectionate since it was... Well... Valentine's Day. Kurt's amber eyes ran over the cafeteria to see if you were hanging out with anyone. He was both relived and distressed about you not being there. Relieved since he didn't see you with anyone and distressed because maybe you were on a date or something with someone.

The blue-skinned boy shook his head and started eating his salad. He was almost done when there were claps heard and the cafeteria turned dark. There were confused and scared mumbles of other students. But given his multi mutations, Kurt was able to see you scrambling up on the table Jemila and her boyfriend were occupying. You had a guitar in your hands and a mini skirt wrapped around your lower body perfectly which was rare since you usually settled for pants.

Jemila and Caleb ran off before claps were heard again, letting the lights return into the cafeteria. The students mumbled among each other with confusion before noticing you standing there in a royal blue mini skirt and a white dress shirt with blue butterfly print.

"Thank you for your attention and I hope you'll keep quiet now. Hi, yes! I am going to serenade to my hopefully Valentine once I'll finish the song," you said and Kurt's brain started working fast, wondering who you were going to sing to.

"Dear blue, this song I've made for you.

When you found me I was lost, dark and scared and filled with dust.

The real me had gone to hiding,

feared what people might think of me once they will know who I am.

I put on a brave face, tried to save the ones I could without showing who I am.

But when my concert was crashed by the ones I feared the most,

I saw them try to hurt you and I couldn't just stand by.

So I revealed my biggest secret to the humankind.

It closed my door as a star but opened the door of joy and happiness.

The door which you showed me.

Dear blue, this song I've made for you.

You were one of the first ones, who knew who I was behind the mask I put on.

With you I've gotten better.

I don't fear as much as I once.

I feel free and I feel beautiful.

I feel accepted and I feel wonderful.

And so should you.

I know you sometimes feel bad because of who you are and so do I but we shouldn't.

I don't care what people think anymore because...

Dear blue, this song I've made for you.

I've kept these feelings hidden for as long as I've known you.

No it wasn't love at first sight.

But I did feel fascinated by you.

So I got to know you better and I fell in love within a month.

I fear it, yes but I will never regret it because it made me who I am.

The girl standing on a cafeteria table singing a serenade with a guitar.

All eyes are on me but I can only see you here.

Dear blue, this song I've made for you.

On Christmas I made you gifts, was so nervous how'd they fit.

They were perfect, I admit.

Fit you better than I thought.

But you took me to the other side of the world that night.

I know you were drained of that endless energy you always have but you still did it.

It was the best gift I've ever gotten and I thank you for that.

Dear blue, please be my Valentine because...

I love you,

Kurt Wagner"

Kurt felt a tear slip down his cheek. He knew you were singing about him the second you said the word 'blue' but hearing those last words really warmed his heart.

You shyly averted your e/c eyes from his amber ones as you climbed down from the table. You leaned the guitar against the long bench and started to make your way over to the blue boy.

All eyes were on you two.

Kurt stood up and bamfed in front of you, few tears still roaming down his scarred cheeks.

You bit the inside of your cheek while still smiling shyly. "So," you rocked on your heels, "what's your answer?" you asked. Kurt smiled warmly.

"Yes and I love you too, Y/n L/n."

The tailed boy quickly wrapped his arms around you and the cafeteria cheered, happy tears steamed from both of your eyes and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Cookie ran over and started nudging the teleporter's foot with his snout and the two of you laughed as you detached yourselves and the Nightcrawler bent down to pick the pig up. The pig rubbed his snout against the boy's cheek while giving him kisses.

"And I love you too, Cookie."

[queenaryastark]

I don’t see why there’s still any debate over whether Dany burning King’s Landing is going to be canon or not. With show!Dany being triggered by bells and massacring a city, it’s obvious that Jon Connington is the character who will do that. Unlike Dany, the man literally has a backstory where he is traumatized by the sounds of bells after losing a key battle that could have been prevented had he massacred the entire town. I mean, seriously:

Last night he'd dreamt of Stoney Sept again. Alone, with sword in hand, he ran from house to house, smashing down doors, racing up stairs, leaping from roof to roof, as his ears rang to the sound of distant bells. Deep bronze booms and silver chiming pounded through his skull, a maddening cacophony of noise that grew ever louder until it seemed as if his head would explode.

Seventeen years had come and gone since the Battle of the Bells, yet the sound of bells ringing still tied a knot in his guts. Others might claim that the realm was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to Robert's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept. The bells tolled for all of us that day. For Aerys and his queen, for Elia of Dorne and her little daughter, for every true man and honest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And for my silver prince. -- ADWD

The road ahead was full of perils, he knew, but what of it? All men must die. All he asked was time. He had waited so long, surely the gods would grant him a few more years, enough time to see the boy he'd called a son seated on the Iron Throne. To reclaim his lands, his name, his honor. To still the bells that rang so loudly in his dreams whenever he closed his eyes to sleep. -- ADWD

And so he swept down on Stoney Sept, closed off the town, and began a search. His knights went house to house, smashed in every door, peered into every cellar. He had even sent men crawling through the sewers, yet somehow Robert still eluded him. The townsfolk were hiding him. They moved him from one secret bolt-hole to the next, always one step ahead of the king's men. The whole town was a nest of traitors. At the end they had the usurper hidden in a brothel. What sort of king was that, who would hide behind the skirts of women? Yet whilst the search dragged on, Eddard Stark and Hoster Tully came down upon the town with a rebel army. Bells and battle followed, and Robert emerged from his brothel with a blade in hand, and almost slew Jon on the steps of the old sept that gave the town its name.

For years afterward, Jon Connington told himself that he was not to blame, that he had done all that any man could do. His soldiers searched every hole and hovel, he offered pardons and rewards, he took hostages and hung them in crow cages and swore that they would have neither food nor drink until Robert was delivered to him. All to no avail. "Tywin Lannister himself could have done no more," he had insisted one night to Blackheart, during his first year of exile.

"There is where you're wrong," Myles Toyne had replied. "Lord Tywin would not have bothered with a search. He would have burned that town and every living creature in it. Men and boys, babes at the breast, noble knights and holy septons, pigs and whores, rats and rebels, he would have burned them all. When the fires guttered out and only ash and cinders remained, he would have sent his men in to find the bones of Robert Baratheon. Later, when Stark and Tully turned up with their host, he would have offered pardons to the both of them, and they would have accepted and turned for home with their tails between their legs."-- ADWD

What will happen in the books is all right here to be seen. We have a man who is traumatized by the sound of bells to the point where he hears them in his head. That man knows that his biggest failure was the result of not murdering and burning every person in the town he had been searching. It stands to reason that this is set up for JonCon to crack under the trauma and pressure, resulting in him trying to “correct” his mistake by participating in burning King’s Landing to ash.

Honestly, I could even see George having Aegon execute JonCon since not punishing him for such an act would reflect badly on his cause. At that point, we would have a different issue to critique: burying your gays.

I would also argue that Cersei has a huge amount of foreshadowing for taking part in destroying King’s Landing with wildfire. It’s her idea to use it during the Battle of the Blackwater (which Tyrion approves and perfects using their own people as unknowing suicide bombers), it was her who used it to destroy the Tower of the Hand since previous Hands angered her, and she is the character with massive parallels to Aerys including his lust for wildfire, a comparison Jaime makes. There’s no point to all that foreshadowing if she’s not going to go the way of Aerys.