#and then he pounced on her tail again and ruined it

[daughterofsarenrae]

Ohhhhh my god

#and then he pounced on her tail again and ruined it #but LOOK. CUDDLES? WORKING TOWARDS CUDDLES???? #kiera has come so far re: being chill around him #baby: robin #baby: kiera #god. losing my mind over this. i cant believe i had my camera already recording #ferrets of tumblr #robin: i shall pick the stinkiest and boniest parts to cuddle on #kiera: ????????? what r u doing back there

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Doggy Darius adopted and ending up with a smug, prideful, lapdog-dog person. A little Corgi, Cavalier Spaniel, or Pomeranian. Their fur is always cut and brushed to perfection, and they prance about like they’re the hottest dog around, absolutely basking in their human's attention and being spoiled.

Teases Darius, always flicking up their tail, daring them to ruin their tight tiny holes in front of their human, but always sticking close by said human so later on he wouldn't try to pounce on them. Occasionally, he steals little treats from him. The bones are too big, and Darius might actually hurt Lapdog if they took them. Bites and claws little holes in his clothes, also might fuck another person in front of Darius just to screw with him.

One day Darius manges to catch Lapdog off guard and finally relives all that pent-up irritation and sexual frustration by fucking them into the ground, ignoring their yelps and the lack of lube. He uses every position he can think of and every sexual act mercilessly ramming into any hole he can force to fit him. Forces him to take his knot, knotfucking them and cumming them every time, bloating them with cum.

Leaves them ruined, stained, and fucked silly. Darius thinks that'll be the end of it. He’s finally taught that vain pup his place until just a couple of days later, lapdog comes bounding up to him and presents themselves to him, begging to be fucked senseless again. Agrees on the condition Lapdog submit as his mate.

Yeeting the part where they fuck someone in front of him because Darius would not let that happen on any occasion. He'd rip the damn other person apart.

Everything else, though? Hell yeah.

I'm establishing here that when both Dare and reader are dog people they get adopted by a kind older lady named Sophia. She got you as a companion, Dare because some hooligans tried breaking into her home and she wanted some extra protection.

She insists on the two of you getting along, getting matching collars and making you pose for photos together. You use the photos as an excuse to nuzzle up to Darius and test his patience in plain sight.

Sophia, good egg she is, sees only the best, most caring side of you. Darius seethes every time he watches you get her food, popping your ass out and lifting your tail to give him a teasing view as you put the plate down on the table for her. He holds in a growl when you look over your shoulder, batting your eyelashes at him. Wants to curse when you ask him if he's okay with an evil smile on your face.

No, he's not fucking okay. You've got him hard as a rock by basically doing nothing and now Sophia wants to jam a thermometer in his mouth because his face is red.

And then there's all of the theft. His favourite treats when Sophia isn't looking, his favourite shirt that he wanted to wear that day. Entitled fucking brat.

"Oh let them be," Sophia chides when he complains. "You make them feel safe, the way your clothes smell must comfort them. The break-in has left them a little shaken up, you know?"

Yeah fuckin right. That's not why you do it. The shirt is too big, especially the neckline. It means you flash poor Dare every time you pick something up in front of him, the dog man drinking up your bare chest every time despite his knowing not to.

He might be able to put up with it, but every time Sophia brings up the break in you're chewing the wrist cuffs and the collar as if to pretend that you're really that torn up about it.

He has enough of it all eventually. Sophia is at a doctors appointment for her arthritis. It's just the two of you. It's the perfect time to show you that you're no better than him, that you can't get away with acting all superior.

It's your bed he pins you to. Your room he violates you in. Your sanctuary, where you feel safest. He isn't meant to be in there, but you're allowed in his room all you fucking want. Pathetic double standards.

He hikes up his chewed up shirt, exposing your bare core as you kick, punch and snap your jaws at him.

"You stupid brute," you growl, "you aren't good enough to take me!"

You aren't good enough to stop him. Which one of you worked for years in a combat role? Oh thats right, Dare worked. You sat on your ass looking pretty.

"Shut the fuck up, mutt." He presses your face into your pillow, muffling your continued venomous barks. You don't like being called a mutt. Had thrown a shoe at him for it once.

He's hopes you bleed when he takes you. Hopes you wince every time you sit next to Sophia to eat or watch those game shows with her. Hope you learn to keep your mouth shut and your thieving little hands to yourself.

It's frantic and desperate, rough and feral how he takes you. He can scent your tears in the air, he can scent a little bit of blood mixed in. You grasp at the sheets, clawing at them as you try to get away but he doesn't let you do it. He puts his whole weight on top of you, satisfied when you gasp for breath. Darius let's up every once in a while to ensure he doesn't smother you.

When he's done you're a complete mess. His shirt is all creased and damp with yours and his sweat. Hopefully now the scent will disgust you and you'll give it back. He can fix the stupid holes, or just keep it as a trophy of sorts.

The way his seed drips out of you almost makes him want more. Almost. But it won't be long till Sophia gets back, so he just gives you one last smack on your backside before he slinks away for a quick shower and change of clothes.

Dinner is quiet that night. You don't tease, just make conversation with Sophia about her appointment. Tell her you watched a cooking show while she was away, that it was a re-run you'd already seen together. You aren't wearing his shirt. You wince when you adjust your seating positions. It brings a smile to his face, it really does.

He gets three more days like that. Three more days of peace and damn quiet until Sophia heads out for the afternoon to meet the old man she's seeing. Dare doesn't like him - didn't like the last one, either - but Sophia likes him well enough.

His favourite treats in hand, he lounges on the couch and puts on some re-run of A Touch of Frost. His limbs have a good ache from his work-out. He can smell food being done. You're a damn good cook, he'll give you that.

Just as he's about to pop another treat in his mouth, a hand shoots out from behind him and snags it from his grip. He growls as he looks back, peace and tranquility ruined. Its you, of course. And look at that, you're in his fucking shirt again.

You lean against the back of the couch, looking him in the eye as you eat his treat. Your tail strokes up his neck. There's a hint of amusement in your eyes at how angry he is.

"Dinners gonna be another hour. I'm making your favourite, those nice tender steaks with peppercorn sauce."

He knocks your tail away, eager to go back to his show and not let you ruin his damn mood. It returns, and he can smell the arousal emanating from you when he takes a deep breath in.

Your hand strokes down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"I want a proper thank you before it's done."

It goes lower, Dare's breath stutters. Your teeth nip at his ear. He swallows hard, body feeling electrified.

"You should use your tongue on me this time. Call it an appetiser."

How would you taste? He forgot to test that last time. Its hard to admit to himself that he'd love to know.

Lower still, till you're cupping his cock through his pants. His hips jump, eyes closing. He has to grit his teeth to keep any semblance of composure.

"... you gonna be my bitch, then?"

You scoff at his phrasing, he can bet you're rolling your eyes.

"Do you have to be so crass like that? Mate, Darius. Mate is the word."

"Oh well, sorry, your Majesty. Didn't realise I was in the Palace with the royal fucking hounds, did I?"

You go to pull your hand away, but he catches it before you can.

There's a pause. "Do a good enough job making me finish and I'll think about it."

That's good enough for him. He's up out of his seat, following after you as you sway your hips and head for a bedroom - his or yours he doesn't know.

"And ask before you take my shit."

"No."

Well he can't win every battle all at once.

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Pavitr x F!reader: After School pavitr and the reader go to feed stray dogs together. pavitr is staring at the reader but the reader doesn’t realise he is staring, neither does pavitr 🥹

Ain't Goin' Away

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x F!Reader Summary: All he ever thinks about is you, even though he won’t admit it. Tags: Crush, Mutually secret crush

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🎶Something happened for the first time Deep inside, was a rush What a rush 🎶 Crush by David Archuleta

School ended early today, so you guys had decided to stop for a panipuri and ice cream on the way.

“Haha, NO!” He laughs cheekily, speeding up just to give you a challenge. You chase him, finally catching up to him round the corner.

You guys laugh as you stop to take a breather, heaving as you pant. The ice cream is forgotten and has fallen somewhere behind, slowly melting away under the autumn sun. 🍂

You guys continue in a leisurely walk, quietly enjoying your hands brushing against each other’s, too shy to acknowledge it. Your body has started moving closer to his without your knowledge and when you do realize it, warmth spreads from your heart to your cheeks, painting a bright pink shade.

Has it ever crossed your mind When we’re hangin’, spendin’ time girl Are we just friends? Is there more? Is there more?

Pavitr loved this; spending time with you, laughing at inside jokes and simply hanging out, even if just in silence.

You’re pure radiance, the colour of the sunset making your hair glow and he could feel the love bubbling in his chest, overflowing through his eyes. If only you guys were more than just friends..

But the fear of ruining your friendship chases his confidence away. Such a pity.

He walks you through an alley to your usual spot to stand by the set of descending stairs. Pavitr whistles and a litter of cute, stray puppies rush to greet you excitedly. The little brown pup with a white patch around his eye who you call “milk choco” jumps up and down, circling your feet and wagging his tail enthusiastically.

Pavitr barks out a laugh as you get bombarded by the new furry friends that have joined the group. You giggle as they lick your face before finally managing to pull them off you.

“Peter Barker, stay!”, you say to one of them before immediately falling into a fit of giggles again making Pav chuckle.

Then, making sure they sit obediently, you crouch down to reward them with the treats you’ve brought. They pounce on you once again, those adorable, unruly little puppies.

Pavitr leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he watches you. A smile pulls on his lips -something he is unaware of- as his eyes follow you, your every action.

Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you You’ve got me hypnotized, so mesmerized And I just got to know

Pavitr is deeply, undeniably, irrevocably in love with you; it’s a truth he can’t run from.

All he ever thinks about is you, even though he won’t admit it. Lying awake in bed at night, your contagious laughter and blushing cute face commandeering his thoughts. Oh, how his heart flutters!

Time is inconsequential when his mind is filled with you and many a times he’s caught himself smiling for no reason other than just the mere thought of you. The rush in his veins everytime your eyes meet, the thundering of his heart every time you shower him with attention.. Yes, that’s how deep in he is! You’ve got him wrapped around your finger without knowing and he is very glad to be.

But, he couldn’t help wonder.. what if you guys were something more? Have you ever felt the same thing? Could this possibly be.. going somewhere?

He knows saying It out loud may ruin your friendship and he’s tried to bury it deep inside, but it’s useless as he knows this crush isn’t going away. Not now, not ever.

Words spill out of his mouth on their own, eyes worshipping your dietic form. “I love you”

“Yeah, we know. You should tell her.” Gayatri has found you both, Hari Oberoi tagging her as they come to stand beside Pavitr. She smiles cheekily, sending a knowing look to Pav and leans in to his ear -rather threateningly in Pavitr’s opinion. “Either you do it or I’m gonna.”

Pav has a hard time shushing them up, but you’re too busy to notice.

You’re almost done feeding the dogs and you turn around, looking up to meet his eyes.

His heart stutters, his breath falters, the world comes to a sudden sharp halt for one divine second.

Do you catch your breath when I look at you? Are you holding back, like the way I do? ‘Cause I’ve tried and tried to walk away But I know this crush ain’t goin’ away

You gasp, though it is barely heard. Pavitr looks absolutely transcendental. The pink of the sunset highlights his raven hair in a romantic shade, the dying orange making his cheek glow like the sun itself came down to meet you. In this moment, he’s nothing short of reverent.

You’ve been crushing on him since forever, but too chicken to say it out loud. He draws you in like a moth to a flame. You’ve tried to walk away from this crush that is brewing, but find yourself incapable of doing so. Pavitr not only owns your heart but also your soul.

You smile at your friends in greeting, watching them mess with Pavitr, but your heartbeat is loud in your ears.

You know this crush ain’t going away.

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Elucien Week Day Seven: Au/Free Day

Here’s a snippet from the regency/arranged marriage au that is slowly killing me.  One day soon the full thing will be ready.  But this is my favorite scene from it...well, one of them...

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The Fox in the Garden

It was when Elain was twelve that she met Lucien Vanserra for the first time.

She wasn’t supposed to be outside in the gardens, but she simply couldn’t resist.  It was still early enough in spring that the new blooms were still budding, and leaves were unfurling that it all had an heir of magic to it.  In just a few weeks this garden would be transformed from bare branches to insurmountable beauty.  And she wanted to see every moment of that transition.

Even if it was still a bit cold.  And yes, the clouds overhead were gray and fierce and looked ready to pounce.  But it was no longer winter.  She needn’t be contained anymore.

So, Elain wandered the gardens.  She could identify most of the plants by their leaves alone.  After, kindly, bullying the head gardener to teach her about his stewardship, Elain had come to more fully appreciate this small piece of the world.

As she rounded a corner of her favorite part of the garden, she saw a flash of red and a creature dashed out of the shrubbery.  It paused in the middle of the path, staring at her.  A fox.  Sleek and lean with large russet eyes.

“Oh, aren’t you a surprise,” Elaid said, because what else was there to say? “Having a look around?”

Its tail twitched and head listed to one side.  And then a great shout echoed across the garden and the fox flitted off again.

Elain couldn’t help her cry of dismay when a boy, just a few years older than her, came charging through the garden.  He was impeccably dressed for a boy his age with crisp linen and shiny boots.  His fiery red hair hung over his face as he ran towards Elain.

“Where is it?” he asked with obvious desperation.

“I--what?” Elain stared at him, this strange boy with a pal-mal racquet in one hand and determination in his eyes.

“The fox!  The blasted thing stole through the game and ruined my shot!”

Elain blinked. “You were startled by a fox?”

The boy scowled. “I didn’t say I was scared.”

“Then how did it ruin your shot?” she insisted.

“It ran out in front of me,” he replied.

“And you got distracted?”

“No!” The boy did not appreciate her at this moment, she could see that well enough. 

“Then what’s the problem?” she asked.

“It’s a menace,” the boy said.  He looked at her in earnest now.  Elain could see how bright his eyes were, rich brown like the fox’s.  His skin was a warm, rich color, darker than most in the -ton. “I want to catch it.”

Elain’s eyes widened. “What on earth for?  You wouldn’t hurt it would you?”

The boy started.  “Well, I suppose I don’t know.  I didn’t think that far.”

“You’re very strange,” Elain told him.

“Well so are you,” he said.

It was Elain’s turn to scowl.  How dare he!  He didn’t know her from Adam.

“I am a respectable young lady and I would ask that you treat me as such,” she said, and then lifted her chin in the air for good measure.

“You’re covered in dirt,” the boy said. “Ladies don’t roll around in the dirt.”

Elain glanced down.  It appeared he was right.  She’d knelt beside the roses pulling weeds earlier.  And then there was a mess of fallen branches in the hydrangeas.  Not to mention lavender.

“A lady is allowed her hobbies, and her discretion,” she said, perfectly mimicking her tutors.

The boy cocked his head. “I don’t know.  Still seems strange to me, you were talking to yourself too.  Or is that another one of your discretions you're allowed?”

Was he mocking her?  Elain couldn’t help her scowl, even with her mother’s inner monologue raging in her head.  

“At least I’m not running about like a savage waving a stick,” she said.

“It’s fun, you should try it,” he replied, “but ladies aren’t meant to be savages.”

“No,” she said, “they’re not.”

And then, for whatever reason, he grinned at her.  Something wild and bright and utterly different than what Elain ever saw on anyone.  He then swept into a low boy.

“Lucien Vanserra,” he said, “seventh son to the duke.”

The Duke? Elain stared at him.  Her father was a lord who managed funds and trades.  This boy, Lucien, so clearly outranked her in social standing that Elain could hardly even think.  Mother was going to be furious for being so forward and impolite to him.

“And you, my lady,” Lucien asked, his impish grin still in place. “Might I know of your name?”

If she didn’t tell him her name then he couldn’t tattle on her for being so uncivilized.  

Elain clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.  Not only would mother scold her, but she could also revoke Elain’s privileges relating to the garden, or baking.  If either of those things happened, Elain had no idea what she would do.  She would be forced to read.  Or paint. Or cross-stitch.

“Elain!” 

She started, terrified that her mother had found her out in the garden, dirty, talking to the duke's son of all things.  Hand clutched to her chest, she spun around, searching for who was calling for her.

Walking quickly down the path towards her was Nesta.  Barely a year older than her, Nesta was already so lovely.  Her dress was perfectly pressed and arranged, and her body, perfect for dancing, moved with perfect elegance.

“Elain, what are you doing?” Nesta demanded as she drew closer.

While Nesta wouldn’t tell their mother about this little venture, she would try and mother hen Elain the rest of the day.  Elain glanced at Lucien.  As if he could help.

All he did was offer another bow. “Lady Elain.”

And then he was scampering off the way he came.

“Elain!” Nesta finally stepped up beside her and took her arm. “Who was that?  What’s going on?”

“It was, I was,” she was at a loss for words.  In all her life, Elain always had the words for every situation. “There was a fox.”

Nesta did not like that answer.  She tugged at Elain’s arm, pulling her back to the manor.

“Come on, you have to change before mother sees you.”

There was no other choice than to follow.

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Tales of Bloody Bug - Chapter 4 - Bloody Bug

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            Alix stood near the wall to the inner city with Ondine. They watched the sunset as their nerves built. The patrols and other guards on high alert as they searched for Chat Blanc.

            “Are you ready?” Alix asked.

            Ondine nodded. “As ready as I can be.”

            “Right. Tikki, spots on.”

            “Fluff, clockwise.”

            Tikki flew into the earrings. Alix’s ragged clothes transformed into a tattered off-the-shoulder midriff shirt, shorts, and red and black boots. Torn red clothes covered her body, arms, and legs with black fishnets underneath them. Her reddish pink hair turned red along with her eyes.

            Fluff disappeared into the pocket watch. Ondine’s ruined clothes transformed into a white body suit, long blue stockings, white gloves over long blue sleeves, white boots, and complete with rabbit ears and tail. Her short red hair spiked up to match Alix’s hair.

            Everyone turned and stared at Alix and Ondine’s transformation when screams pierced the silence. Alix ran forward as the spotlights turned on. The scavengers scrambled over the fence as a yowl sounded from the other side. Alix readied her yo-yo as she jumped over and faced Chat Blanc.

            Chat Blanc bristled as his eyes narrowed. He hissed and snarled at Alix.

            “It’s over Chat Blanc. Today, you fall before Bloody Bug!”

            Chat Blanc roared and charged forward. Bloody Bug kicked him in the gut and sent him flying into the darkness. She took a breath and looked at her yo-yo.

            “Lucky Charm!”

            Ladybugs spiraled from the yo-yo as a pair of night vision goggles were created. Bloody Bug sighed and slipped them on. She headed into the darkness after Chat Blanc. She scouted the immediate area before she headed deeper into the inner city. Frustration tore through her when she couldn’t find him until she heard a cat’s snarl.

            Bloody Bug turned as Chat Blanc pounced. She decked him in the jaw and sent him flying back. He roared and raised a hand up. White light formed as he pointed it at her. She swung out as a pillar of destruction blasted the building to ash. She dodged more destruction attacks before she closed the gap. She grabbed his tail and threw him into the ground, leaving an impact crater.

            Bloody Bug landed nearby and rolled into the crater. She pinned down Chat Blanc before he recovered. She grabbed his tail again, ripped it off him, and broke it. She sneered as his eyes widened in fear. He roared again and prepared another attack. She jumped out and took to the skies. She swung from building to building as he pursued her.

            Bloody Bug watched Chat Blanc’s wild attacks and timed them out. She turned and threw her yo-yo around him. He yowled as she pulled him against her, and they collided with the ground. He prepared another attack when she struck his bell, freeing the Akuma within. She swiped up on her yo-yo and captured the Akuma. She released it and watched the pure white butterfly fly away.

            Bloody Bug looked down at Chat Noir. He looked around in confusion. She sighed as she pinned him down. He let out a yowl and looked up at her. Fear clouded his eyes when she removed the ring from him. Her eyes widened seeing Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste. She shook her head and slipped on the ring.

            “I’m sorry, Adrien. A lot of damage has been done and I’m afraid I don’t have time to explain. I have to fix the damage that Hawkmoth did.”

            Adrien reached out as Bloody Bug left. He called out, but she ignored him. Chat Blanc was no more, and she had the black cat ring. It was time to make her wish.

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The long-awaited fuku birthday celebration is here!! fic/art collab with @lycheeehehe !!!! 

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New Beginnings

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When Ranpo handed the small cat to him, he had insisted that she was “hypo-allergenic”- saying it in a way that made him think Kunikida had put those words into his mouth, and surely wouldn’t cause any problems with his allergies, and perhaps he would be right in normal circumstances, but Fukuzawa cannot help but think he is somehow allergic to the hypo-allergenic cat. He can’t bring himself to mind very much. 

As Fukuzawa stares down at the kitten in his lap, he cannot decide what to think. He is delighted, of course, cats being his favorite, this gift being so kind and thought out by the agency, but a small worry, found in the itch beginning at the back of his sinuses, begins to nag at him. He brushes it aside. 

         Regardless, she needs food. He carefully transfers the cat onto the cushion next to him, heart aching as she looks up with sad, questioning eyes. He shuffles into his small kitchen, digging around for the materials he always kept around in case a situation like this ever arose, or he happened to find a small cat abandoned on the side of the road that he could take in, or possibly even just pet- but his thoughts are cut short as the dull tickle suddenly burns through his nose, leaving him gasping as his nose wrinkles and his brow furrows, clamping his hands to the lower part of his face as he pitches forward with a small flurry of sneezes. 

    “hngkt! hi'ngxt! hiiih.. ngT.. aH'tsChh!” He can't help but groan quietly, sniffling as he rubs the itchy appendage. He continues to move around the room, preparing food, water, and something for himself- among a handful of tissues, until he's got everything he thinks he'll need. The kittens spent the time quietly napping where he had left her, and as he sits down, he can't help but fall in love even more as she stretches, yawning and looking up at him, and Fukuzawa knows he can ignore the sudden roughness in his throat, the itchiness all over his face, the buzzing feeling in his sinuses if it means living with her. 

The kitten, smelling the food, hops down from her perch and onto the floor where he’s set the dish, stirring up fur that leaves him coughing roughly into his sleeve. When he recovers, wiping tears from his irritated eyes, she’s already finished, bowl empty and abandoned in place of his curtains. He watched diligently as she began to lower herself, tail flicking as she stalked the flowing fabric- then she pounces, rolling around with great joy. Fukuzawa remembers he had bought a small toy for her, as recommended by another customer, and with another odd sneeze he fetches it. 

The second he returns, the toy in is hand is viewed with great interest. Eagerly, he sits on the floor, flicking the ribbon around as she approaches and starts chasing it around. He continues to play with her, amused as she attacks it, but suddenly aware of the dull itch shoots through his nostrils, and he pinches his nose between his unoccupied fingers, scared of disturbing the kitten as his lungs fill with air. 

“nNgt-chhi! Ngxt! hIh-” the third is lost as his breath catches in his throat and he’s left coughing again. He takes a moment to recover, sniffling wetly, before his eyes return to the kitten. She seems unbothered, happily resuming play, but stops as she notices his loose sleeves, moving as he flicks his arm around, and changes her target, pursuing his arm instead. He laughs, but not wanting to ruin his clothes, he gently places his hands under her front legs and picks her up. She doesn’t resist, staring at him curiously as her paws dangle in the air. He brings her closer to his face, examining her fur pattern, his nose twitching with no ability to tend it. He wrinkles it in hopes of staving off the inevitable, but the action seems to interest the kitten, and she lifts a paw, setting it atop the bridge of his nose. The action sends him over the edge, and he’s thrown forward almost instantly, hands still tied with the cat, not trusting himself to put her down gently enough in time-

“sCHhiew! hiDt-schiew-a’Chht-uhh!” Fukuzawa blinks the allergic tears from his eyes just as the kitten begins to dislike her current circumstances. She begins to struggle, and he lets her, placing her back onto the floor where she scampers off- presumably to find something to play with. He sniffles and paws at his nose to little avail, forced to grab a tissue and clear his sinuses, giving a weak cough as he blows. He hears his phone ringing across the room, and picking it up is met with a “video call request.” He huffs. Ranpo had coerced him into giving up his flip phone in favor of a newer, modern one, and it had been nothing but confusion. He felt older than ever, fumbling with the controls to make it work. 

His frustration is forgotten when he’s meet with the smiling faces of the Agency members. Dazai seems to be in control of the call, fidgeting with it while others half idle conversations in the back, and he calls them all to attention once he’s satisfied with the controls. They all beam at him, asking how his day was- he’d taken the day off, though it was no choice of his own, discussing the kitten with pride, eager to hear of how he’d liked the present. He’s told the story of how they came up with the whole thing, and Dazai says that he came up with it but then Ranpo butts in with the same, and Fukuzawa does not care either way because he is so overjoyed. He involentarily tunes out the conversation after awhile, mind wandering to the itch that seemed to revive at any moment that would be inconvenient. He wrinkles his facial features, but starving off the inevitable was useless. 

"hHi-scHhi!"

"Bless you!" He half hears Dazai as his body gears up for another-

"NGch!" "Bless y-" "hid-schHhi!" 

"Bless you!" He says again, sounding mildly impressed, while Yosano and Kunikida share a slightly worried look behind him. Fukuzawa sniffles, rubbing at his nose with the back of his wrist. 

"President," Yosano begins, carefully choosing her words, "could you.. possibly be allergic to the kitten?" She's already gotten her answer, really, since his eyes have a tinge of redness to them and through the camera she can see a rawness to the underside of his nose where he'd scrubbed it with tissues. 

Fukuzawa sniffles again, wetter, and hums. "It's possible," he silently winces at the congestion in his voice, "But it's alright. I like her." It did not have to be explained to any of them that this was the highest compliment he would ever give anything. The agency members- besides Dazai, who seemed to hold a strange interest in it, had been brimming with guilt seeing the state of the president, but now felt a sense of joy, even pride, seeing his obvious love for this gift. Ranpo spoke up, fumbling for the phone,

"Happy birthday, Fukuzawa."

#sneeze #sneeze kink #sneeze fic #sneeze stuff #sneeze art #snz #snz fic #i am loading up the tags im sorry #snzblr #snz fet #apologies for the lateness #hope you all enjoy though #i am sexualizing that old man (by making him sneeze) #anyways it was really fun to collab!! loved it very much and everything turned out very amazing

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the Alchemist's Rot

Elies scratched his spiny horn, though it never itched, it purely became a habit, during stressful situations, a sort of comfort, despite hating it. Everyone was disgusted at seeing it, sprouting from his head. How they threw stones at him, some even trying to burn him with torches, like he was a monster. At least that's what his father always told him, because of this curse he couldn't quite remember, which forced his father to have to remind him why he should never leave the forest.

No, no no, He thought, rapidly scratching his horn. Seeing the large monster lumbering towards him. It looked alot like a chimera, a mixture of wicked and grotesque beasts. It possessed a head of a bear, tentacles sprouting from its massive back and a deadly scorpion tail. Poor Elies's knees were shaking, due to the grave aura the mighty beast was giving off. Should he run? Would it chase him if it did? Perhaps chucking stones at it would cause it to flee, but it also could enrage it.

All of this contemplating didn't help him in the slightest, his mind continued to run wild with what he should do rather than what he should be doing.  The  dark red fur of the monster was like blood, perhaps it was, coated from its last victim. As soon as the young boy could see the fierceness in the monster’s amber eyes. He finally realized he needed to do something. But what?

On a whim he removed himself from the bark of the tree and ran for his home. Luckily he wasn’t too far in and knew his way. But Elies didnt think about those two things. No, he was more concerned about the loud, and closer encroaching crunching noise coming from his backside, oh how the sticks cracked and broke beneath such a creature. One could mistake it for the sounds of bones snapping. The frightened boy did not turn to see the snarling face that he believed would be there, waiting to pounce and rip him apart as soon as he turned. No he continued to run, faster and faster, as the noise became louder and louder.

His home looked as if there were deserted ruins. Nature overtook the man-made cabin. Vines crawled up the sides, slowly strangling it like it wanted to drag it down into the dirt. It was on its last legs, the window shutters hung asque from its hinges and the roof was concave, like it would collapse in on itself if something heavy would fall on it.  But seeing that rundown home of his was a joyous sight to behold. But right before he made it to the door and into sanctuary, his foot caught a root, tripping him in the process. He quickly flipped around, throwing his arms up, somehow thinking that would shield him from the many teeth and claws that were about to leap upon him. But strangely they never came.

After a moment of hesitation, and panicked breaths, Elies removed his hands, placing them down at his sides. With wide eyes he stared ahead,waiting for the monster to appear, but it was gone, like it was a figment of his own imagination. Tears began to swell in his eyes, believing fully that he was about to die a moment ago. Only after his nerves settled and streams of sadness left his face did the young boy stand and hobbled inside his home.

Thanks to that root, each step he took, the feeling of a bitter pain roared up from his ankle. His ankle was red and beginning to swell, but seeing no other option he persisted through the house. He noticed his father wasn’t around, most likely working hard in the basement again. There was a feeling of loneliness that always seemed to infect his heart whenever he entered the house, like his body knew something his mind didn't. His father always spent his time in the lab, at least as far as Ellies could recall. This hollowness, thankfully faded  quite quickly after he paid a visit to Poppy. She was clawing at the cage, when Elies entered through the door.

He unlatched the cage and held open the door for her to exit, which she did with stride. Her appearance was strange, and her species unknown. Elies wasn’t sure exactly what kind of species it was. It had long ears like a rabbit, a lizard-like tail and a small pear shaped body. his father only ever mentioned that he created the creature one day, while working on his cure. So it had no use being classified as a specific species. She gurgled and clung to Elies’s leg with her little soft paws.

“You wouldn't believe the day I had.” Elies said, rubbing his hand through the fluffy chestnut fur that covered her skin. She began to tug at his pants leg, and then she ran to the door. “Sorry but you can't go do your business outside today. There's something bad out there.” He said, peering out of the window, looking for the whereabouts of that ghastly beast. “But don't worry.” he looked down to look at Poppy, who was currently clawing at the door, gurgling even more. “I’ll put down some rags or old clothes for you.” He smiled. She did not look pleased.

The alchemist slaved over his table, violently mashing up pits of fungus root with his mortar and pestle, muttering about formulas. It became like white noise within the room, constantly echoing across the many glass bottles and jars of varying sizes. He never ventures away from his work bench. It was important after all, if he could just find the right combination, everyone would know his name. They shall deem him the greatest Alchemist that ever lived, rather than a fester fool that wasted what little time remained.

 He did not leave his work long, not even to sleep or eat, he rarely showed himself in sunlight, why would he? He had too much to do. If he didn't do it, someone else would, and he sacrificed too much to allow that to happen. He only left his dank basement for two reasons. One, to resupply his dwindling assets, and the other was to test what he had created. 

Elies, who was currently humming to himself while fixing himself and Poppy food. Only when those shrill hinges screamed did his playful humming stop.  “Are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you something?” He said looking over to the wild eyed man that he called father.

“No time, no time.” the alchemist stuttered. He then stumbled over towards Elies like a man with two left feet. In his hand was a small bottle with a strange elixir inside. The liquid had a foggy pink tint to it. “ Here boy drink, quickly now, quickly! Before the sediments settle.” his voice was ragged and unhinged, like his own mind unraveled like a piece of string that was unknotted.

This happened a lot, the constant drinking of various medicines his father cooked up. He remembered not having to do it so often when he was younger, but now he did it almost daily and still he was no less cured then when he begin. Elies reached for the drink but paused for a moment, his attention being stolen by poppy. She was tugging at his pants even harder. She was always stubborn, especially when it came to going outside. Eventually, He grabbed the potion and being the good boy he was he began to drink from the small glass bottle until the entirety of the liquid vanished down his throat. It was for his sake after all.

Elies could taste a slight bitterness to the drink, not overwhelmingly bad, certainly not good either, most of what he foraged for his fathers research were mushrooms, corpse flowers, and certain bugs only native to this region.

After drinking the odd mixture. His father watched with wondrous anticipation. It caused a powerful feeling to run throughout his entire body. From the tips of his toes to the point of his horn it verberated within him, growing warm, eventually becoming a painful burning sensation. He could no longer escape this turmoil that his creator had given to him.  His vision began to warp and spin. In order not to vomit, Elies had to close his eyes and hold his mouth shut, refusing to allow his body to cough the medicine up.

The Alchemist stared widely at his son as his breathing became heavy. His father began to stroke his mighty, tangled beard in delight. Was this it? Was this the right combination? The wrinkles in his face began to tighten as his mouth shifted into a giddy smile. All of his painstaking work, all of his sacrifices. Was this the day that the alchemist finally did it?

Elies’s body began to grow, noticeably  like he was growing into an older version of himself. to both his and his son’s dismay. A twisted horn began to protrude from ELies shoulder causing him great pain, causing him to drop to his knees. Slowly it dug its way out from beneath the poor boy's skin. The shrieks he gave off,  it was lucky they lived deep within the forest because many people would confuse the screams of Elies for a terrible murder, but in their fairness they sounded very similar.

Only when the new horn stopped growing did Elies become silent and his wet eyes opened. One of them, now jet black, both the iris and sclera were now void of color, completely dark, almost as if it wasn’t even an eyeball anymore. His vision was still slightly blurry , but he could still see his father, examining him still. His smile faded into a more serious look. “It seems I'm still far off from the right formula,” he muttered. From his pocket he pulled out a clean vial and scraped a bit of sweat that now coated his woozy son’s flesh. He returned to his subterranean laboratory to further his research, while his son is forced to figure out what exactly that potion changed within him, as well as out.

Elies sank down further to the floor, not having the strength to stand up any longer. Poppy hopped towards his face. She gurgled dreadfully and rubbed her head against Elies chest. Like she was trying to provide comfort to him. His head slowly swiveled over to the crooked horn that was stabbing out from his shoulder.

He didn't quite understand what had happened. The cloudiness in his mind felt like a dream. Am I sleeping? Thought Elies, but that couldn't be, his eyes were open. But that horn, this strange creature nuzzling him and this place… Where exactly am I? He thought before he faded away into a deep sleep.

All of his memories returned to him after he awoke, at least he thought so. There was still a strange feeling lingering in the air, most likely due to his new found deformities but the young boy paid it no mind, he still had chores to do after all.

Poppy joined him as he journeyed up stairs. The second floor only had three rooms in it, his room, his fathers room ( even if he doesnt use it much) and the third was his older sister’s room, but now it was used for storage. Elies lit the candles and began his dusting. Since his father had to much important work on his plate, it was up to him to keep the cobwebs at bay.

He first started with his father’s room, even though Poppy insisted on the storage. But the young boy never listened to his pet, he wanted to make sure as soon as his father finally completed his work, he would have a nice clean bed to sleep in. Elies hummed as he went around cleaning the shelves and de-webbing the corners of the room, Poppy watched from his bed, looking a bit down since he awoke, perhaps she was frightened by his new form, it was all for the best. His father was trying to save him. Since his mother and sister passed from the same affliction as he. He did nothing but put in every second he had into finding a cure for his son. After the first room was completed, he entered the storage room. Poppy raced in ahead of him and disappeared behind boxes. It was filled with things from their old life. The belongings of his sibling and dear mother were also stashed here, untouched. He sometimes came in here to visit them, to remember things he’s forgotten, they helped him remember them if only slightly, it was more than a feeling he got, then a past vision, a feeling of happiness and safety that they are still with him.

Poppy seemed to have perked up a bit, and began to adventure around the room. She sniffed and crawled around many old relics of the past. Elies was busy wiping clean the old wheat scythe that laid propped up against the wall. When a small chest crashed to the floor, severing the old lock on it and scattering its contents across the floor. “Poppy!” He yelled at the adorable little creature who had undoubtedly knocked it over. He couldn't stay mad at her, with a slight smile on his face , he began to clean up the mess.

 As he was stacking the papers in the box, one of the books caught his eye. It was a leather bound one with a strap on the side to keep it closed. But what stole his attention was the name written on it, It was a name so familiar, so, so safe that it brought forth a bloom of the past. The Alchemist didn't mention his wife much, not after she passed, but Elies knew what his mother’s name was, it was the same one written in this journal. It seemed he would never forget that.

Opening it he discovered her hand writing, beautiful and elegant, perhaps she came from nobility, It talked about her life, Marrying his father, having her daughter and son, but after they all moved to this isolated home, her hand writing became much more scratched on then how she began her journal. It read, I don't know what's happening to me, my hair began to grow abnormally, turning scarlet red, when it was before black. I can't seem to remember my past, whenever I try to recall my parents, my mind becomes foggy. What is happening? My dear husband said it is a curse placed upon me, and says he can cure it. I hope he can, Please my beloved save me. I don't want to forget our children’s faces. He continued reading, completely until the last page written on, which read, the medicine, it's always been the medicine. What is he doing to me.

Elies wasn't sure what to make of this. Was she talking about his father? And the same medicine he takes? No it couldn't be? I just remembered. I need to leave this place quickly, with my children and escape this mad man. Her panicked scribbles abruptly ended, as if ripped away from her desk. 

A New idea began to form with Elies’s troubled mind. It was true his memory was flawed, but he now could sense danger with in the house, with in his own father. The worried look upon his face grew terribly. Seeing this made Poppy excited, she jumped brightly on his shoulder. All he was concerned with now was getting out of the house.

He crept down the stairs, hoping not to stir up too much trouble. the  small creaks in the steps now sounded like loud shockwaves. Before he made it to the bottom steps, His father whipped open his lair door. “Elies! I have a new mixture to try!”  he yelled, searching the kitchen. When the mad man’s eyes were set on his son, he was observant enough to know something was different in the boy. He usually jumped towards him at his medicine. His eye fell down towards his hands. Elies was holding something.  A book? It was hers! He yelled again “Elies, give that here!” but that started a fire by the boy’s feet. Dashing for the door as quick as he could but his father was closer grabbed him and through him down on the wooden floor. The alchemist held his son down and pried open his mouth. “Please!” He begged his father, but he wasn't listening. The mad man poured the blue tinted liquid down his throat causing Elies to cough and choke. “That's it” his father said through gritted teeth, not leaving a drop in the vial.

Many weeks went by or maybe it was only just a few days, Elies never could tell anymore, between the constant potion trials and never changing environment surrounding him, as well as his dwindling memory, time no longer was relevant to him. The things his father asked for were becoming more and more obscure. Just last week he requested an albino toad. But that was fine, he’s trying to cure his ailment after all. He forgot all about what had transpired after he read his mother’s words. He never found that journal again.

Nowadays the wind that occasionally drifted through the trees had a strangeness to it. Perhaps the seasons were changing or a storm was encroaching, or maybe the many twisting horns that grew from the poor boy’s body played a part. He looked alot more like a distorted porcupine, both his eyes were now pitch black and his body grew large he was now over five five feet tall. Ten years old and he was now the same height as his own father.

Ever since that first sighting, the crimson beat never returned, Although Elies could still hear its cries echo through the trees. It  sounded bleak and angry, with a hint of sadness with each roar. Elies was glad it was gone, but he wondered why it vanished so suddenly before. Perhaps it was for the best. Before he knew it, somehow the very sky was black. How long was he out here? It couldn't have been an hour since he left, but that was in the morning. This happened a lot recently, how time just slips by. Elies’s mind became much more hazy, like it was filled with a constant stream of static. Sometimes he even woke up outside, unaware of how he got there.

I need to save him. That is easier said than done, everything she tried failed and he was already forgetting himself. All that bile is rotting his brain. He doesn't even remember her anymore. She was at least lucky enough to retain her intellect. Poppy gilded her paw across the bars of her cage. As she did she reminded herself that she already tried to kill that batty man, but this body that she now resided in was no more lethal than a still stone. What could I do? She paced in her cell. When Elies finally found his way home it was nightfall. He’s been coming home later and later recently. Most likely forgetting where he lived. Oh how she wished their mother was here, but she was gone too, lost forever stumbling through this forest.

The mad man barged upstairs, most likely hearing his son’s large feet scraping the floor.“Finally “ he said, ignoring his son’s tortured posture, and swiping his bag that was tangled between the ridged horn like spikes sprouting from his arms. “Give it here!” he barked, ripping it off him. He gazed upon what was inside and smiled a hellish grin. “Finally!” he shouted throughout the wilting house. He rushed back down stairs to get to work on the formula that finally do it.

Elies, sat at the chair, his mind was drifting, he usually let Poppy out of her cage but not today, he completely forgot about Poppy, just like he did when she was once his sister and just like his mother before her. Poppy saw him hanging on by a thread, she began to rush back and force, hoping he could break through the small cage. She tackled the door. It didn't budge. She did it again. It still didn't open, but the cage did move, if only slightly. It was up to her to save her little brother. She no longer had the journal to bring light to her father’s crimes, she saw it herself. He burned it, and then… wept to the sight of it. Perhaps inside he still had some semblance of how he used to be, before he became obsessed.but even so he was a monster that needed to be stopped. 

To Poppy he was gone and he did too much to her and her family to ever be forgiving. She rammed against the cage again, harder this time. Beyond the short fur, her body was especially squishy, but with determination alone, she still managed to get her prison closer to the edge. One more should do it, she thought, pressing herself against the back of the cage, before charging against the front.

Her cage crashed to the ground, grabbing her younger brother’s attention. “hmm “ the nothingness of his eyes focused on the cage on the floor with the small creature inside, looking awfully dazed. After a moment, he remembered “Poppy?” he said, his voice now deep and frightening. He walked over and bent down, to open the small door. Poppy quickly regained her wits and crawled her way out.

Now that Poppy was now free, there was only one other option that she could think of at this point, it was dangerous and might not work, but it was either this or watching him slowly become someone else, worst case they all died quickly.

She ran over to the door and began to scratch at it. Elies stumbled over to let her out, as soon as he opened up, Poppy bolted past the tree line and into the forest. She ran as quickly as her small, rabbit like legs could carry her. She was determined though, to saver her brother and end her father tyranny. She needed to find their mother.

The forest that surrounded the haunting the house was vaste, filled with flora and fauna a plenty, well more flora and fauna. The ripped apart corpses of deers and wolves made it seem more like a feeding den rather than a forest floor.  Despite her many warning signs to turn back the small creature persisted.

A teeth shaking roar lured her closer. She hopped atop a low hanging branch to get a better view and that's where she saw her, the crimson beast. It was over top of a large bear, gorging on its abundance of flesh. Poppy’s heart raced at the sight of her. Of all this time she never caught a glimpse. She remembered he slowly changed into the ravenous monster she now witnessed. She wished she could have realized sooner, cursing herself for being so naive. To think her father wanted only to destroy, rather than heal their mother. Poppy took her small paws and slapped her bouncy cheeks, she couldn't think of that right now. If mother was still inside that beast of gorey red, she needed to find her.  She hopped down from the branch and approached her.

Poppy’s first words were supposed to be mother, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a purring, gurgling sound. It must have been loud enough because she stopped eating the bloody meat she scooped out from the bear’s remains.  Eying the small creature before her, the beast growled as she turned around to face her new prey.

Mother, please! Its Elies, you need to help, she tried desperately to plead with her, but her voice was gone, and her mother didn't even recognize her. Her new body came with new instincts as well, ones to sense danger. These alarms were screaming at her right now to run, but all she wanted to do was cry, to let whatever happen happen, but when she thought of her poor younger brother still being subjected to those horrid experiments…

Poppy turned around and wiggled her rump towards the maddening beast This way mother, she thought before taking off towards their once warm home. Her little butt wag worked a little too well, as the crimson beast that was soaked in blood was right on her heels, the only thing that slowed her down just short of getting her were the abundance of foliage and stone, she swiftly glided through. The sound of small trees breaking and the pounding of her large claws against the soil filled the air, like it was a dust cloud moving across a plain.

When Poppy finally made it into their yard. She was panting heavily and her eyes were focused on her mother who halted her pursuit at the tree line.  refusing to step any closer, she remained just beyond the clearing, still growling, no longer at Poppy, but at the house itself. The beady eyes of hers stared at the looming house like it was about to grab her and pull her closer. Her daughter noticed this, this must mean she still had a bit of her former self within her. She at least hoped so.

What could she do to get her closer, to remind her of who she really was? That's when an idea struck her like lightning.

The alchemist toiled in his laboratory. Every concoction he mixed turned into was a complete failure. What was he missing? His son’s withering mental state was also costing him valuable and much needed resources. Elies was out there for hours and yet he only procured enough supplies to hold in one palm. He stopped thinking about what to do about his gathering issues. He was too focused on his latest feat. This one for sure! It had to do it. Eternal youth, that's what it will bring, for both his name and mankind.

When his father made his way up those shaky steps. He found his son holding a broom in the other room, staring blankly at the cold fireplace. The same fireplace where they once shared memories together and the same place where he had burned his wife’s journal. “Elies, I believe I have done it this time. Your cure. Try it!” he said, handing over the potion. His son slowly turned his head to face him. The mind was all but absent from this task now, it was merely instinct at this point. He had done this so many times that it had been ingrained into his very muscle. He removed one of his hands from the broom handle, showing off that they had changed too. Insead of five fingers he was born to, he now had three large ones, like the extra two were absorbed by the others.

He slowly brought the potion to his lips, but before it could reach his mouth and fall down his throat, Poppy came bursting through the window and knocked the elixir from Elies's mangle hand. The glass vial smashed into pieces, spilling the bubbling mixture everywhere. “You! What have you done!” He had said to his former daughter, as he clutched his head in frustration. To make matters worse she taunted the grief stricken man. Wagging her dairy air at him, much like she did with her mother. Things were dire and she needed him to follow him and boy did he ever.

He let out another anger-filled grawl as he barreled towards Poppy, but thanks to her agility and small frame, she easily maneuvered around him, much like a mouse. She jumped through the same window she entered from. The alchemist raced out the door, after her. But when he did He saw something he preyed on never to see again, his wife’s angry face staring back at him. “M- Mar”  he began, but soon went cold. Like Poppy hoped for, the beast removed herself from the safety of the trees, her eyes firmly set on the demented man that cursed her and all her kids. All of the anger she felt, that festered inside of her heart, finally remembered the object of her hatred.

Elies watched his father and his pet chaotically dash around the room. It didn't dawn on him until the two took their chase outside, that he had dropped his medicine. He stared down at the liquid that was now spread across the floor. Perhaps it was still good? His father did seem sure of himself with this one. He slowly fell to his knees and began to drink up as much as he could.

The scorned mother stumped towards The alchemist, growling and roaring. It was like she was trying to yell at him, to curse his name. The old fool tripped backwards as she approached “Ma- Ma- Martha” he said quickly “ I am doing this for everyone’s sack, humanities, imagine how far our kind will expand, if we no longer aged.” he pleaded, hoping she could still understand him. In his eyes he was a saint, a man willing to sacrifice anything to better the world. But to everyone else, he was a twisted mad man bending morality to his design. A foolish man playing god.

Martha seemed to want to hear him out, or perhaps she liked seeing him in this panicked state. She bent her face down and bared her massive teeth inching them ever closer to her husband's pale face.  He crawled backwards until he felt something hard behind him. It was the steps of the house.  his  eyes were large and shaky as he stared down her vengeful eyes. He was so close, so very close, he could feel it. And yet it was gonna end here, his work unfinished, his name forgotten. “No!” He refused to let that happen. He found a nearby branch and pointed at his former wife.

Poppy sat on the side lines, watching the miserable man stumble and crawl away from her mother. She couldn't help but to feel happy, maybe even a little bit satisfied with her action, but in the chaos she forgot to check up with Elies. When she ran back inside she found a horrific scene. Elies was licking the remains of the potion up. Poppy tried to stop him but it was too late, the potion was already taking effect.

The three fingered hands grew more claw-like, much like a mole’s, his jaw began to grow wider, creating a large underbite, revealing sharpened teeth, and his two large blackened eyes became one. When  Elies, the cyclops saw Poppy he yelped, frightened at seeing her.  His vocal cords seemed to only give off loud aching sounds when he tried to speak. Even he was surprised at this, clutching at his neck. Poppy yelped and gurgled trying to make him calm down. In his new form. She contemplated doing a little dance or rolling over to better soothe him, luckily he seemed to have settled. Until a mighty roar shook the house. Elies, curled up clutching his ears tightly.

The alchemist stormed into the house, only pausing at seeing what became of his son, his face grew more irritated then frightened. It didn't work, he thought for sure it would have worked! Did the roots already? He completely forgot about the monster he was running from, until she made herself known again.

Martha crashed through the wall right behind her husband, barely missing him with her sharp, poisonous tail. He dashed for his beloved basement door but she did not pursue him. She froze just like her husband did at the sight of her son. It wasn't to figure out some god foreskin mixture that would probably never grow fruit of eternal youth. No, it was of a mother gazing upon her son, her once beautiful child that looked so sweet and innocent, now a monster. She saw Poppy trying to comfort the scared little boy she gave birth to. Martha looked back over to the closed basement door, the alchemist’s  sanctuary, his room of evil.

 She could have easily tore it to pieces and gotten to him, but… should she? Death could be a blessing, for a man that lost his mind, that would be constantly tormented with his desire to achieve greatness. Perhaps a lifetime of obsession and loneliness was a suited punishment for a man that brought rot to their once happy family. So that's where she left him, toiling his days away in his own creation. While she took her kids, and tried to pick up what remains of themselves and start their new lives together.

#creative writing

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Chokepaw's Origin

CW: Kit death, emotional fuckery regarding grief and parenting, some emotional neglect, parental favoritism

“Mother”, as she would only have her children call her, was a gentle cat. She’d always wanted to have children, it was one of her life goals. The term “Mother” was as much a dream for her to achieve as it was a role she would find herself filling.

She was, however, perhaps too young when she found herself pregnant. A dashing loner had crossed paths with her, and she had fallen for honey-smooth words as quickly as he’d spoken them. She wasted no time in seeking to fulfill that dream of hers, thinking that this tom would remain by her side. And he did, for a time, until the birthing pains hit her. Whether it was cowardice or a lack of care, Mother wouldn’t ever know. But he chose to leave in that moment. 

Three little kits. Born to her as the leaves began weakening against the breeze. Mother would- should- have been overjoyed, but she found herself mourning the shattering of her dream. And the pangs in her stomach that reminded her she was hungry. But she couldn’t leave the kits so quickly, not yet. The three nursed as long as they could, but Mother would run dry without food. And with her frame still laden with the wear of pregnancy, hunting would be difficult. She tried to ensure each kit got a fair fill of the milk, but even in her best efforts, one became smaller. And smaller. Until one morning it was too small to even wail as its littermates shoved it away from her belly. She would mourn this kit, whom she had affectionately nicknamed “Love” whilst she pondered names. She would bury it in the den she had birthed it. 

On the matter of names, Mother would never quite finish “pondering” them. Her remaining kits were Dear and Darling respectively because she couldn’t come to name them. In all earnesty, the loss of the first kit likely kept her from fully committing to names for them. It nearly ruined her to lose a small, wriggling mass she only referred to as Love. If she named these kits, watched them move and squirm against her with those names, she’d fall in even deeper love with them. And then, when- if, she would correct herself- they died, she felt like she would die with them. But she loved them, regardless. 

She got better at hunting, to some degree. Her kittens weren’t the most nourished younglings out there, but they were alive and crawling. They opened their eyes, and explored her and their den. They didn’t seem to remember or know that they were missing a sibling. In some ways, Mother thought, it was better that they didn’t. But she wished she could have shared that grief with them, other nights. About halfway through the season, Dear grew ill. It started as a small, little raspiness to their panting. They tired more easily. And within a few nights, they were almost without energy entirely. Their nose constantly ran and they breathed with much labor. At first, Mother prepared again for grief. But it was on that first night, when Darling was prodding her littermate in worry, asking Mother why they wouldn’t get up to play, that she realized that she wasn’t alone in the grief now if Dear died. So she simply told Darling that Dear was sick, but that she would do anything to help them. Darling seemed disappointed, as one would expect a kit to be, but sufficed for trying to pounce on Mother’s tail. 

A week passed. Dear wasn’t getting better. Mother didn’t know much, if anything, about herbs. She kept enough food for the three of them to eat, and ensured Dear ate as much as they could. In that way, they were surviving. But they remained frail and lethargic. She started reserving some of her energy- she kept her and the kits fed, but she didn’t want to travel as much, hoping that this would ensure Dear rested as much as possible. But Darling grew restless. And to top off all of Mother’s anxieties, she knew leaf-bare was coming. This troubled her for several nights, keeping her awake. She knows that the loner that sired her litter had mentioned a group of cats- a “clan”, she remembered him saying- was setting roots nearby. The idea… Unnerved Mother. It sounded shady, perhaps even dangerous, to have that many cats in one area. Afterall, how could you trust them all?, she would wonder to herself. Of course, her jadedness almost certainly came from the many rogue bands she’d encountered in her life. 

But it would be the morning that she woke to Darling mewling her head off for Dear to finally get up and play with her again that she realized something; Darling was a strong kit. A strong kit with ambition. And while she would never trust another soul with her sweet, fragile Dear, Darling almost certainly would thrive in a setting like that. 

If they would take her.

But, she thought about it; Dear could be carried, and she would never need to appease Darling’s demands to be given a rest from walking. And Dear barely ate much, she wouldn’t need to feed more than them and herself. Darling was strong and determined. Certainly there was nothing better for fresh blood for a clan. And she could focus on Dear. And then… Maybe if she could get Dear back to full health, they could come back for her. Maybe.

She felt some guilt at the thought that leaving her kit behind would be the best course of action. She loved Darling. But she wasn’t providing her with the attention she needed, that much was clear. And she worried that Darling’s incessant demand for play would get in the way of Dear’s recovery. 

So the next day, she began to tell stories to Darling about the Clan cats that had formed nearby; great stories of heroic deeds, and threatening stories of their strength and speed and ferocity. Darling took it all in, wide eyed and dreaming of how these cats could possibly possess such amazing skill. To some extent, it worried Mother. She didn’t know much about the Clan cats, but Darling believed in the power of the cats Mother told stories of. And Mother worried that Darling was perhaps too similar to these fictional cats- Ferocious, aggressive, confrontational. In some ways, this distanced Mother from Darling, growing worried that her daughter was becoming a cat that she didn’t trust. But she also felt some ease in knowing that at the start of leaf-bare, she wouldn’t need to worry about that anymore. 

Darling, however, felt special. She felt unique. She felt chosen. Her mother telling these stories and training her more formally made Darling feel like perhaps now her mother saw her potential, that she was just as important as sickly little Dear, if not more so. So she trained hard when her mother was busy, and tried to show off when she could. Her mother always smiled, and Darling couldn’t quite read the glassiness of Mother’s eyes in that moment, but she chose to take it as sparkling pride; because why would her mother feel any other way about her progress? 

Leaf-bare came. The first hard frost of the season woke Mother with a sneeze, and she sighed when she felt the shift in the air; perhaps with relief, perhaps with tension, but almost certainly with guilt. 

Darling woke with Mother, bouncing, shivering, teeth chattering in the morning chill. “I-Is it t-t-time, M-Mother? Am I-I going t-t-to join the c-c-clan c-cats to-d-day?!” 

Mother only looked down at Darling, and smiled silently with a nod. She couldn’t bring herself to vocalize in that moment, with tears threatening to well up in her eyes. She stood, and gathered Dear’s scruff in her mouth, and motioned for Darling to walk beside her. Darling didn’t complain, which Mother was grateful for. As they walked, the first crisp flakes of snow began to fall, and Darling spoke the whole way. Her tongue seemed to warm her mouth and her chattering halted for the most part as she raved about how proud Mother would be of her when she became a full Clan cat, how she’d be the best, maybe even lead them one day. As much as Mother hated this talk coming out of her daughter, she was glad that at least she was keeping pace- she was as eager to leave as Mother was to… focus on Dear’s recovery, Mother reminded herself. 

A chokeberry bush marked with the scent of far too many cats was the only tell Mother needed to signal them to stop. She sat, curling her tail over her front paws so as to cradle Dear away from the frost. She looked at Darling. 

“Remember, Darling. You don’t have a name. You’re a kit coming to the clan for training. Don’t mention me, and especially don’t mention Dear.” Darling nodded enthusiastically, and finished the message Mother had been pounding into her head.

“Because if they kill Dear, or you, it will only be because I told them about you.” Darling repeated this proudly, puffing out her chest. “I wouldn’t do that, Mama.” “Mother,” Mother corrected curtly.

“...I wouldn’t do that, Mother,” Darling corrected herself with a deflated expression. 

“Mama… Cold,” Dear whimpered from their cradling position. Mother hunched over the sick kit, looking at Darling. She smiled softly, stretching out her muzzle to her daughter. Darling pushed forward, shoving her small nose against her mother’s affectionately, purring loudly. 

“I’m going to make you and Dear proud, Mother. And when I’m a strong fighter, I’ll make the Clan invite you. And Dear, too, I guess.” 

Mother flicked her ear, annoyed and defensive at the dismissive tone her daughter held in regards to her own sick littermate. She pushed that down and away, reminding herself that Darling had always been like this. “You do that, Darling. Dear and I need to go now.” 

“Oh, ok. I love you, Mother.” Darling said, head and tail raised high. 

Mother only picked up Dear in her mouth, touching noses with her daughter again, and giving her one last swipe with her tail before disappearing into the tree line with her last kit. 

Darling waited, shivering in the cold, but refusing to lower her head. Luckily for her, it wouldn’t be long before a Berryclan patrol would find her. She sprang out of the chokeberry bush, fluffed, hissing, stuttering, and grinning confidently. 

“I am a k-k-kit w-with n-no name! T-take me t-t-to your l-leader immed-diately! I’m g-g-going t-to be the b-best fighter a-any of you c-c-cats have ever s-seen!” 

Chokekit would join the ranks not long after this, begrudgingly accepting her action-less clan position, and by new-leaf, would be apprenticed to Owlgaze.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Canon animatronics meets y/n a kangaroo that wasn't taken over and was programmed to see kids as her pups and be extremely protective and loving. So she has Gregory in her pouch and her tail is strong enough for her to do a kangaroo kick. How would they react to a y/n sending monty through a wall

Glamrock Freddy

It’s a relief that you’re not corrupted by the virus, and that you’re programmed to help children regardless of whether they’re on the guest list or not.

But it takes Gregory some time to trust you, even when Freddy reassures him you’re safe to be around.

Later on, he finds out he can hide in your pouch for safety. It’s a plush compartment that doesn’t close completely, but you don’t require recharging so he can stay in there as long as he needs to.

So every hour you and Freddy take turns carrying Gregory whenever possible.

Unfortunately your corrupted friends aren’t fooled by you as much and will actively pursue you to capture him.

But you can leap long distances to outrun them and, in extreme cases, perform a “kangaroo kick” (which came from your tail upgrade, even though it was only meant to help with balance issues).

While in a station, Freddy witnesses you kick Monty through a wooden door and was impressed yet concerned about property damages.

But one thing’s for sure: he’s grateful you’re on his side.

When this is all over, you two are definitely gonna be Gregory’s parents.

Monty

Being able to leap longer distances than him was something he definitely envied, even before getting corrupted.

Now that he was ordered to capture Gregory no matter the cost, he’d try to play catch-up when running after you, especially when he found you two in Monty Golf.

While Gregory’s trying to fill the large bucket, Monty confronts you on the catwalks and challenges you to a fight. 

But he does say one thing that dials your maternal instincts up to 11:

“You know gators like me eat pups like him for lunch!”

He sees your scowl deepen for only a second before he’s suddenly flying backwards, crashing through the fragile railings and falling to the level below.

To Gregory’s shock, you put Monty out of commission in your own way, as his battered and bisected body lays motionless on the floor, a noticeable dent in his chestplate.

And he thinks you’re a total badass rn.

Roxanne

With Roxy’s enhanced smell, it’s not easy for Gregory to hide in your pouch.

“Give me the brat, [y/n]. Make this easy for both of us.” She demands again and again. “Freddy can fool me all he wants..but you can’t.”

Luckily the threat to kick her beautiful teeth in seems to keep her off your back for a while.

She’s seen you kick Monty into a wall before, so she definitely doesn’t wanna test you. Not when you’re in protective mode.

She’ll just bitterly taunt you instead, insisting the kids love her more.

As the night goes on her delusions get worse and she thinks you “stole” her nickname for kids: “pups”.

Hearing you call Gregory “little pup” while comforting him pissed her off so much she nearly pounced on you.

With the whack of your tail, though, she got a small dent in her snout and cried. And neither of you saw her again until Gregory confronted her on the racetrack.

Glamrock Chica

Out of the three, Chica pursues you the least (since she’s mostly preoccupied with food and distractions she’s easy to outrun).

Plus, she wouldn’t wanna test you after seeing you kick Monty just for annoying you. The last thing she wants is a ruined beak.

You’re good friends with her normally, so you don’t wanna hurt her even when she’s corrupted.

You decided to keep snacks in your pouch should you need to distract her from chasing Gregory (and ofc whenever he gets hungry).

So when she’s broken you feel kinda bad.

“Dang, it looks like somebody kicked her beak in."

“Yeah it sure looks like it haha.” Gregory nervously sweats while hiding in your pouch.

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[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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[cheelduh]

How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

—

First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back  and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

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1/3: Dogmeats Death

Just a three part story I made about what Jasmine would do if Dogmeat was killed.😭😭😭

This includes everyone but Strong, just imagine he is on vacation or on tour or something. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Warning, It’s a lot of sads up ahead, Along with lots of violence and blood. Don’t worry, this is non cannon to my story because I’m not going to add more bloodshed to Jasmines life.

Get the tissues ready. I believe I rewrote this one a lot better than the last edition.

Jasmine whistled out a low breath and swallowed down a lump in her throat, peeking over the rock she was crouched behind. The teen strained her ears for any sort of noise, only being met with the sound of the wind blowing and the faint huffs of her ally’s nearby. All around her laid an abundance of mangled raider bodies, all dead by her hand.

Perfect. Just PERFECT.

She thought she could have one good, stress free day. But no, fate said “fuck you” again and ruined the peaceful afternoon lounge session she was enjoying with Nick, Nora, and everyone else who was apart of their strange little family.

The girl had been messing around with Dogmeat and Deacon, the three of them playing a game with a tennis ball and lots of playful energy. Deacon was going all in at being the funny uncle he strived to be, wrestling the ball from Dogmeat’s slobbery mouth then rolling and pouncing on the ground as if he was one with the dogs.

He had put on a good and amusing show, Jazzy was in a fit of hysterics with the overly done barking and growls sending her over the edge and doubling over. From the corner of her eyes she had seen some of their friends stop or slow down to admire the moment as well.

But this couldn’t last.

Then there was the sound of bullets, followed by screaming and shouting. She had stopped cold in her joyful moment and whirled around to follow the sound of fighting by instinct. The girl watched in partial horror as Sanctuary turned into a bloody battlefield within seconds, everyone scrambling like mad to protect their home.

Wave one came and went in a blink of an eye, the unfortunate raiders who had decided to lunge at her found themselves in the ground before they could even get a hit in. She’s not sure how well the others had fared, but she’s certain that no one on their side had died.

Yet. She can never be too hopeful. It’s always a possibility. Now they were all crouching behind cover, waiting to see what would happen next.

How fun. Maybe next time the raiders could at least call ahead beforehand to make things easier on everyone.

Jasmine lowered herself back behind the rock, huffing heavily while she tended to a minor knife cut on her arm. Dogmeat whimpered beside her as he nudged her hands with concern in his big doggy eyes, licking her elbow. “Good boy,” she soothed, stroking his head while giving him a quick kiss.

He barked with approval, wagging his tail.

Sometimes she swears that he’s a human trapped in a dogs body, how else can she explain that deep emotion and understanding that the pup has in him?

Her eyes scanned around her to give the area another once over. They almost immediately clicked on Nick who was hunched behind a house with Curie and Piper beside him. She would rather be besides him right now, but making a dash through the center of the field was too risky.

He was probably thinking the same thing judging by the worry lined in his eyes. Her dad gave her a slight nod. “Be careful,” he mouthed at her, silently pleading with her not to do anything stupid or reckless.

Jas nodded back, giving him a thumbs up. “Promise,” she mouthed, clutching her pistol tighter.

She heard the taunts of raiders start rapidly approaching, making the air around them thicken once more with tension. “Everybody hold your ground!” Nora shouted in the distance with authority in her voice that snapped even the most skittish of the bunch to attention.

Breathe. Make your shots count.

Gun in hand, she once again peeped out from behind the rock, narrowing her eyes as she watched the first few raiders charge. Within moments the place was chaos as a surprising amount of raiders poured in.

Jasmine was quick to start picking them off one by one, subconsciously counting her bullets and how many of them actually hit someone. She could hear everyone else around her fighting with all they had.

Dogmeat took a few raiders in his jaws, tugging them to the ground while snarling, not letting go until he either snapped their neck or Jas made a clean shot to finish them off.

It was a good system to have, but she was wondering why the raiders seemed to be playing easy with them, none of the ones that had rushed at her yielded actual guns.

“CHA-CHINK!”

Oh shit. How lovely. She jinxed herself.

“Grenade!” Jasmine shouted in alarm, diving to push Dogmeat out of the way as the sound of something landing besides their hiding rock registered in her head. She landed head first on the dirt and curled up into a protective ball just as the explosion hit, making her body jolt.

“Jasmine!” She heard Nick holler in the distance, followed by the ringing in her ears that she had covered.

Head, heart, arms, legs, and torso, check. Nothing is bleeding or broken, nothing is punctured. She can see straight and is still in one piece. Good, very good. She can still put up a hell of a fight.

“Awroooooo!”

But maybe someone else can’t.

“Oh no...” The girl raised her head and pushed herself up to a sitting position, opening her arms wide to let a whimpering Dogmeat limp into her embrace. He laid his head on her lap, gazing up at her with pain filled puppy eyes as he licked her hands. Her heart dropped down to her stomach when she realized that he had left behind a sizable trail of blood while crawling over.

“Let me see baby,” she whispered, giving the area a quick glance to make sure no one was charging over before she carefully lifted Dogmeats back leg. A thick piece of shrapnel had lodged itself deep into the flesh of his back leg, deep enough that it was peeking through the other side and had probably shattered his bone.

“Fuck!” Jazzy hissed between her teeth while her brows furrowed with concern, carefully lifting the whimpering pup into her arms while standing. She planted her feet firmly into the ground, gaining her stance before making a sprint to dive behind a tree.

Jasmine carefully laid the pup on the ground behind their new form of cover, shrugging off her jacket to use as a makeshift bandage until they could get some proper help. She cursed herself for leaving her backpack behind when she started playing with Deacon and Dogmeat, a stimpak would do them much good right now.

Perhaps someone else had one on hand, although it would be difficult to get anyone’s attention due to the swarms of raiders that are currently on top of everyone. It must be bad because Nick hasn’t found the time to come looking for her. In fact, not even she’s sure where her father is right now.

Her eyes landed on Preston, who was being outnumbered by a trio of raiders. The minuteman was holding his own pretty well, but was getting tagged teamed from behind by two raiders with poles. And judging by the way they were vigorously swinging at the poor man, they probably held a grudge or two against the Minuteman.

The girl cupped Dogmeats face, their noses almost touching. “Stay,” Jasmine softly commanded the pup. He whined lowly in response, looking at her with pain filled puppy eyes. He’s going to split apart her heart at this rate with those eyes, she briefly wonders if that’s how Nick feels about hers when she pulls them up.

“I’ll be back for you,” she assured him with a gentle kiss between his ears. “I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”

She rose and bolted across the field on her swift feet, doing her best to avoid the bullets that narrowly whizzed by her. Without her bulletproof jacket on she’d have to be extra careful here unless she wants to sit through another lecture concerning her safety and mortality.

Jasmine lunged herself at one of the raiders, furiously ripping him away from Preston. She smirked for half a second when she saw the surprise and confusion flush on the raiders face when he turned around and saw that it had been her to pull him away with the harsh force. Too bad she can’t savor it for long, it’s almost a pity. Her knife collided with his neck and she waited until he gurgled his final breath before she aided Preston in finishing off the other two.

The minuteman clutched a hand to his side with a wince, nodding at Jas. “Thank you,” he rasped at her, a little blood trickling down his face. “For a moment there, I thought I was done for.”

“Not bailing out on us that easily, but we ain’t done here,” she muttered back, flicking some blood off her wrist. How many damn raiders did they call? It feels like they’ve picked off an entire population worth of brutes yet they are still pouring in.

“Grenade!” Danse boomed from behind, causing the two to spring forwards almost in union to get out of the blast zone. She rushed to aid the former paladin, tripping on one of the fallen bodies in the process. A string of curses left her mouth as she rolled gracefully on the dirt as she was taught to do, shaking out her feet to ward off any numbness.

She heard the clunking of power armor before a large shadow came over her. “You alright?” Danse questioned, taking her arm and carefully pulling the girl from off the ground. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He gave her a once over for injuries, frowning. “Where’s your jacket?”

“I gave it to Dogmeat. Do you have a stimpak, I need it for him-…”

Another explosion erupted besides them. Danse covered the teen with his power armor as she scrunched onto the ground again with her arms covering her head. “Take cover!” He yelled at her before charging head on to take care of whomever decided to do something stupid like that.

She’d join him in the pursuit but she made a promise to her pup that she intends to keep. Jasmine turned back to face the tree, wiping the sweat and blood from her eyes to clear her vision.

Her blood ran cold. Looming over the spot she had left Dogmeat was a burly raider with a red bandana tied around his mouth, his gun pointed towards the ground.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!!”

Adrenaline kicked in and she bolted towards the tree, again forgetting to pay attention to the battle raging around her. And unfortunately, she had to pay the price for that mistake. A sharp pain pierced the back of her leg, sending her sprawling to the ground.

She hissed and bit down on her lip. Now she was the one who was leaving behind a trail of blood while she dragged herself towards cover.

“Whoa! Here, lemme help you there baby sister.” Hancock appeared by her side of by magic and quickly slung her arm around his shoulder, helping her hobble over to a guard post where Curie was currently huddled behind. The medics eyes widen when she saw the girls pained expression as Hancock brought her to the barrier.

“Mademoiselle! You’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a graze, don’t sweat it,” Jas breathed, tugging on Hancocks arm while she tried to look through the smoke for the tree. “Please, I have to get to Dogmeat-…”

“Grenade!” MacCready shouted from besides them. Hancock shoved Jazzy behind the barrier with Curie and took off to lend the merc a hand.

Who gave these raiders so many damned grenades and explosives!?! She tried to stand again, swaying to the side before regaining her balance.

Curie snatched her arm, giving her a hard tug. “No Jasmine! It’s too dangerous!” The girl fell backwards and immediately shielded Curie with her body to protect her from any incoming fire. She was right, going through that would be suicide with the wound on her leg keeping her from running at full speed. Curie rummaged through her bag from under the teens hold, pulling out a stimpak and a can of purified water to offer to Jas.

Fuck her fear of needles and ingesting anything. Dogmeat is in danger and she’s not by his side like she promised him. She snatched the offered items, almost aggressively stabbing her leg with the stimpak and inhaling the can of water in one large gulp. She looked at the medic with pleading eyes, holding out a hand. “I need another stimpack, please. It’s for Dogmeat.” Curie nodded and rummaged through her bag once more, handing the girl one.

Jasmine rose to her feet and glanced around, helping Curie stand as well. By now the battle had depleted down to only a few bursts of gunfire here and there. Most of the raiders had realized they had been fighting a losing battle and decided to retreat, leaving behind their wounded comrades to fight until their last breath.

“Roll call!!” Nora called out from her spot behind a house, taking stock of her friends and remaining men.

The girl started to make her way to the tree, wincing as the stimpak was still taking effect on her wounds so she was moving in a strange and partly painful lurch.

“Dogmeat…”

“Jasmine!” Nick jogged up to her and cupped her cheeks with his hands, giving his daughter a quick once over with his eyes wide with alarm. She tried to push past him, holding both of her arms out in desperation towards her destination. “Dad, we've gotta help Dogmeat-!”

She was cut off when a heartbroken wail erupted through the air, making the girl freeze mid-sentence. Nick turned his head to where the other companions had started gathering, taking Jazzy’s arm in his as they both rushed to the source of the cry. It was coming right from where she had left Dogmeat.

Oh God, please no…

The girl bit down her lip, squeezing Nick’s hand while her mind raced. Her heart already knew what had happened, so why was she praying for something different?

Nick halted, his arm draping over Jazzy’s shoulders and he brought her close to his side. “Oh no…”

Nora was knelt under the tree, mournfully sobbing over Dogmeat’s limp body that was cradled in her arms. The pup’s lifeless glassy eyes stared off at nothing, the spark that he had earlier while playing and fighting to defend his home was long gone.

Jasmine’s mouth partly opened, a scream getting stuck in her throat while she watched the scene that almost played in slow motion. The pups blood spilled over Nora while she wept into his neck, but it wasn’t only coming from the wound on his leg that Jas had covered with her jacket.

A bullet had been lodged right between his eyes, leaving dark red river to ooze out.

Her mind went numb, the image of the raider with the red bandanna flashing in her mind on repeat. He was standing right there a few yards in front of her, yet she didn’t kill him!

From behind Curie came running over, covering her mouth in shock when she saw her friend clutching her once faithful pooch. She sobbed something that sounded like apologies on behalf of the loss of life as she clutched onto Nora’s side to try and bring her some comfort.

“Dogmeat!” Piper shrieked in the distance when she came from around the corner, running over to take Nora and Curie into her arms. “Oh Blue! I’m so sorry…”

“No. I’m sorry...” Jasmine whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she coughed out a shuddering breath. “Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.” Her head taunted and berated, making her head hurt and her knees weaken. She pulled back from Nick so she was standing on her own, heaviness growing in her chest.

Preston removed his hat and lowered his head respectfully, clutching his rifle to his chest. MacCready could be heard and seen trying to cover his sobs and tears as he turned away from the group.

From the corner of her peripheral vision she spotted Deacon rush away as he adjusted his sunglasses over his face while X6 shifted closer to watch. A little sadness laced the courser’s face as he watched the scene unfold.

Everybody was heartbroken and upset, and Dogmeat was DEAD.

Her mind started to berate her more harshly, causing her body to stiffen and her face to deprive of all emotions.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why didn't she do better to save the pup?!? Why did she abandon him while he was defenseless and weak?!? Why didn't she save him when she had the chance?!? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Dogmeats final moments had been staring down the barrel of some brutal and heartless raiders gun, loyally waiting for the girl to follow through with her promise that she never fulfilled.

She had failed yet another beloved family member, the price once more being their life taken in a horrible way while she stands and watches the aftermath.

Piper nudged her friend, trying to help Nora and Curie up. Cait walked up and attempted to peel Dogmeat away, stopping when Nora let out a heart wrenching yelp as she reached for the dogs body, causing Piper to fall over in a sobbing mess.

“Wait here for me, doll,” Nick told Jas before he rushed over to hold the three girls in his arms, whispering to them words of comfort as Cait lifted Dogmeats body away with the help of Hancock and Danse.

Jasmine merely stiffened, remaining stoic and cold to it all. Inside sirens blared and flashed red, making her vision even worse.

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. You’ll never see him again for as long as you live.

Nora let out another cry as Nick tightened his arms around the three girls so they wouldn’t all fall over. Curie blubbered something, either in French or English, It was hard to tell under her tears. Piper had one arm around Nick, the other one cradling Nora. The reporters eyes were red and puffy, a few tears dripping down her face.

Goddammit. What have you done?!?

Jasmine spun on her heel and walked away, unable to keep watching. She poked the fallen bodies with her foot, turning over each corpse. None of them looked even remotely the same to the brute she saw, which meant that he was still living and breathing somewhere.

Not for long.

The heaviness in her chest started to boil, filling her with the rage that she was taught to harness and release with cruel violence. Red soon clouded her vision, taking hold of all her senses.

The girl casted everyone a long look, swallowing a lump in her throat as she stormed away towards the bridge. She doesn’t want to cry with the group over their fallen faithful friend, she doesn’t want to mourn the hard loss. It hurts too much cry, she hates it when she cries.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

She crossed the rickety bridge out of Sanctuary, following the blasted out road past the Rocket Red Station where Nora had first met Dogmeat. Her throat closed, making breathing another difficult chore. Nora had fondly recounted the story several times, so much so that Jas could almost see that day clear in her mind.

The teen picked up speed, eyes clicking down at a trail of blood and several sets of footprints. She didn’t think that Nora would send out a team to chase down the remaining raiders just yet, not with the damage that had been done. So it was just going to be her on this self appointed mission.

And here’s a rare moment where she can silently and ironically thank her former captors for giving her the capability of being so brutal. Because now she has faith that she can make them suffer for what they have taken from her.

Alright, now this version hits me in the feels even harder than the last. What have I done?!? 🤧🤧🤧

#Why do I do this to myself? This is heartbreaking whyyyyyy!!! #I love Dogmeat so much. He’s the bestest boy in the Commonwealth #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #fallout original character #fallout oc #piper wright #ellie perkins #preston garvey #john hancock #robert joseph maccready #robert maccready #cait fallout 4 #x6 88 #paladin danse #codsworth #dogmeat #deacon fallout 4 #deacon

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ah yes, the idea for yet another variant of this au chain

Team Seven take the mission to the Land of Waves. On the bridge, they fight Zabuza and Haku.

On the bridge, Sakura dies.

For a moment that lasts forever, everything seems to freeze. It’s shock, initially, on every face. Haku’s mirrors are in the midst of cracking apart, Naruto and Sasuke standing bloody and back-to-back between them, while Haku lunges across the expanse of stone to protect Zabuza from the shrill and deathly lightning in Kakashi’s hand.

Even Sakura herself seems stunned, rotating midair as if in slow motion. She seems unsure of herself, or how exactly she got where she is - bolted from one end of the bridge to the other, abandoning her post as Tazuna’s bodyguard to intercept Haku on their way to Kakashi.

And she’s made it, to her credit. Caught Haku just before they reach Zabuza, tagged them with her kunai. There’s blood on their clothes, a stark red streak against pale skin and fabric.

They’ve spun at the contact, reflexive, defensive. Somehow, even with the Chidori roaring in Kakashi’s palm, the world goes silent as Haku’s senbon sinks into Sakura’s neck. It’s all too slow as the strike transfers momentum, as Sakura’s feet lift from the ground and the senbon tears out of her throat. Sasuke stares on with Sharingan ablaze, unable to breathe, unable to look away as his eyes dutifully and traitorously record Sakura’s death in minute, excruciating detail. He doesn’t know, just yet, what the cost of his clan’s power truly is.

But Kakashi does, only too terribly well, and as time catches up with itself and Sakura goes crashing into the bridge, he strikes. His hand punches straight through Zabuza’s ribcage, tearing through his heart until Kakashi’s fingers protrude from his back. The surprise on his face is overlaid with the relief on Rin’s, and Kakashi yanks back, turns away, refuses to look at her ghost with the blood on his hands.

Sasuke is frozen, unblinking, struggling to breathe. He can’t drag his gaze away from Sakura’s body, and she looks so small where she’s crumpled on the bridge, utterly motionless in an expanding puddle of her own blood. He can’t see colours, except for the crimson, as if everything else has been spontaneously switched off.

She’s still breathing, barely, a weak flutter that-- Gods, Sasuke thinks he might be imagining it, actually, he can’t tell, and her body is outlined in white fire that he knows isn’t real, Sharingan whirring, head spinning. The world rotates.

It ruptures, all at once, as Naruto lets out an ear-piercing scream at Sasuke’s side. Whatever was holding it all snaps, and Sasuke whips around to check on Naruto, and sees the menacing red bleeding into blue eyes, sees the way his teeth are cracking and elongating in his jaws, the fangs that are too big for Naruto’s skull, the ink creeping out from the birthmarks on his cheeks, winding back along his temples and down his nose.

There’s a shout, Kakashi’s voice, but Naruto has already vanished in a blur of sticky red chakra and the shattering of the stone under his feet, and by the time Sasuke can find him again he’s already torn into Haku like a wild animal, cracking bone and shredding flesh. Their head rolls away from their body, before Naruto pounces on it.

The skull pancakes under Naruto’s hand, a splatter of brains like a water balloon bursting, a tongue poking from between his fingers and an eyeball popping into the air and arcing away. Naruto is snarling, glowing, and there’s blood dripping from every footprint he leaves, his skin melting and boiling as fast as it heals under the cloak of-- of-- oh gods, and Sasuke doesn’t even know, can’t even comprehend what it is that he’s seeing. A Naruto that isn’t himself, isn’t even human, and there are ethereal tails forming and lashing from the dark red chakra itself, two-- three. Long curves that look like ears, deep gouges in the stone as his nails-- claws, they’re claws, wickedly sharp, and they look more like bone than fingernail, like the animal is too big to be contained by Naruto’s real body.

Haku is in pieces under Naruto’s attack, and he won’t stop slashing and biting and shredding. Nausea boils up, fear and panic and Sasuke doesn’t fucking understand but he’s pretty fucking sure that he doesn’t want to, and it’s almost a relief when he has to turn away to vomit.

Kakashi’s voice is in the air, and every fibre of his body wants to help ruin the people who’ve killed Sakura right in front of them, wants to sprint to her side and try to save her - but he can’t, he knows, and he can’t lose control like his kids are. He’s the leader. He’s the adult. There’s too much blood under Sakura already, her carotid artery sundered by the attack, and she’s just a child, she’s beyond help, beyond Kakashi’s rudimentary skills in medical ninjutsu, she’s already gone and there’s nothing Kakashi can do to save her. Because there’s never anything he can do to save her.

But he can’t lose control, and he needs to triage the situation as best he can. If he fails to act, then he’ll lose Naruto too. He’ll lose Sasuke. He’ll lose all of them. So he sprints to Naruto, tackles him to the ground, ignores the sudden searing agony of the Kyuubi’s chakra biting into his skin. Naruto is wild, lost in the onslaught of his demon and grief, but where the Kyuubi’s domination brings with it new and unique strengths, it also brings weaknesses.

It takes more chakra and effort than Kakashi has, but he makes Naruto look him in the eye, brings as much of the Sharingan’s power to bear as he can. For a minute, struggling to keep Naruto down while he howls and snaps his teeth and tries to bite through Kakashi’s wrists, nothing visibly happens. Kakashi is shaking by the time Naruto finally stills, takes a deep breath, lets out a noise like a dying animal.

When Naruto slumps, the Kyuubi locked back into its cage, Kakashi goes down with him.

Sasuke’s approach is slow, shuddering, uncertain. His eyes are burning, and he can’t tell if it’s from chakra or from tears, but he doesn’t care. Naruto and Kakashi are breathing, tangled together in an unconscious pile, and Sasuke can’t even begin to think what to do with them so he ignores them. Goes to Sakura instead. She’s sprawled, her skin scraped and raw from her impact and tumble against the bridge, her throat torn open. Sasuke’s never seen what the inside of a larynx looks like before.

He turns away as he gags, but there’s nothing left to come up except a violent ache so deep that Sasuke thinks, for a moment, that he might be about to die as well. Sakura is limp when he tries to pick her up, warm and pliable and lifeless in his hands. He can’t get them to stop shaking, makes a mess as he tries to wipe her hair out of her face. Smears blood everywhere. It’s matted in her hair, the normal pink warped into a blurring crimson.

It’s the ninken who actually take control. Pakkun sets Bull and Shiba to guard Tazuna, even though the threat to him is gone. The cold reality is that they’re acting more like prison guards than bodyguards; Konoha has lost a genin and nearly lost her whole team, and it rarely forgives such offences. Guruko establishes a small parameter around the scene, and Akino keeps the remaining civilians in a tight group. Urushi comes to sit vigil with Sasuke, and they let him cradle Sakura’s body to his chest and cry.

With only a few words, Pakkun has Ūhei unsummon herself, and she vanishes in a puff of smoke to report to the Hokage and get a rescue team sent after them. With Bisuke’s help, Pakkun himself sets to untangling Naruto and Kakashi and ensuring they’ll live through this. Shiba, the only ninken with a lightning affinity, is pulled off Tazuna duty to give Kakashi a chakra transfusion; he jolts and moans when it’s delivered, but it’s a necessary agony and he doesn’t fully wake.

When Gatō makes his appearance, Bisuke vanishes and reappears on his shoulders, and his entourage is sent fleeing in panic as she rips out his throat too with delicate, savage fangs.

By the time that Ūhei returns with a rescue squad at her side, Naruto is awake again and he refuses to let anyone take Sakura’s body from him but the masked Anbu simply picks them up together. Gai is firm but gentle as he carries Kakashi - not quite awake, but beginning to stir. Sasuke tries to stand - he’s numb and hollow, and he thinks that he should feel like he did when he found Itachi over the bodies of their parents but he doesn’t. He doesn’t feel anything.

Perhaps he should feel guilty for that.

His legs fail him, however, and maybe he should feel pathetic for not even being able to pick himself up from the ground but he can’t bring himself to care as he’s carefully lifted up by Asuma. Sasuke wants nothing more than to stop existing while he watches his team over Asuma’s shoulder, stares unblinking at the way Naruto shakes and begs Sakura to wake up. She won’t.

She won’t ever again.

The ninken make the trip back with them, and if it is a quick affair then it is also a haunting one. Naruto doesn’t shut up the entire time, alternating between talking to the girl who cannot hear him and muttering quietly to himself. If Sasuke looks closely enough, he can see the flash of fangs in Naruto’s mouth that never quite flatten again.

The report to Hiruzen lasts for a lifetime, and is over far too soon. Kakashi is lucid by then, standing on his own feet but with Gai’s continued assistance. His report is... empty. Perhaps that’s as it should be - he does not cry, for death has already wrung from him as many tears as he could ever give it, but his voice is icy and his gaze is bitter and grim. He recommends, as emotionlessly as he explains all the rest, that Konoha execute Tazuna for his crimes.

Naruto finally surrenders Sakura’s body when her parents arrive. He and Sasuke will never forget the way they break when he does, the collapse and the howling and the way that Sakura is stiff and pale in their arms. Her eyes are still open, glazed and green and unseeing.

Why are her eyes still open?

Afterwards, after Sasuke and Naruto are released from Team Seven’s trip to the hospital but Kakashi is coerced to stay, two of the ninken stick around. Ūhei sticks to Sasuke’s side like a parasite, a warmth and stability that Sasuke finds himself loathing, while Bisuke trails Naruto at a short but definitive distance.

Naruto doesn’t let Sasuke wander home alone. He wants to, desperately, wants to hide away in the ocean of death that he lives in and-- gods, and what, exactly? Showering is an option that should be appealing, but it’s not. Even the thought of washing Sakura’s blood off himself - of erasing the last tangible evidence of her life - is sickening. They’d been cruel to her, in life. Sasuke had expected little of her at all, and he hadn’t cared if she’d known it. Naruto, with his puppy-love, hadn’t been better.

Except she was dead, and in the end her strength hadn’t mattered at all. Any one of them could have been caught the way she was - and it was bravery that had killed her, not weakness. She’d left the safety of distance and thrown herself in the way, in between their sensei and an incoming attack, and there was no way of knowing if Haku could have hurt or killed Kakashi in the attempt but Sakura had prevented it from even being an option.

Had she known? Had it been a decision on her part, or had it been instinct and desperation? Had she ever realised that-- gods, had she ever known that her team loved her?

A glare isn’t enough to discourage Naruto from following Sasuke home, as it never has been, and there’s a chance that Sasuke could make him leave with words but--

He can’t bring himself to speak. Not once, not at all. His voice feels like a weight in his throat, like he’s swallowed marbles, and that’s fine, really, because what right does he have to fucking use it anyway? Sakura’s voice has been stripped away. She’ll never speak again, and Sasuke deserves to far less than she does.

Did.

The dogs never leave their sides over the following weeks. Ūhei and Bisuke are their most common company, but all eight of the ninken rotate in and out. Naruto refuses to go back his own home, wherever the fuck it is. At first Sasuke hates him for it, hates everything, but eventually Naruto is absent for half a day - training, he says when he gets home - and Sasuke panics.

So much is gone. Almost everything is gone. Sakura is gone. And gods Naruto is annoying - but he understands, actually, Sasuke can see now, despite the absurd and cheery exterior he’d worn before. He’s always understood, and the cheerfulness was a lie. Or, perhaps, a choice. And the fear of losing him to is so overwhelming that Sasuke simply never asks him to leave.

They attend Sakura’s funeral. It’s... eerie. Too many people and too few people at the same time. Some that Sasuke doesn’t recognise - too many that he does. Sasuke stands between Naruto and Kakashi, and Kakashi doesn’t say a word to them, to anyone, and Sasuke lets Naruto hold onto his hand with a crushing grip. Ino approaches them, afterwards, and habit has Sasuke bracing himself but there’s no admiration in her eyes this time. She snarls at them. “It should have been you.”

It’s hard to argue with her.

Sakura’s parents are... unbearable. The agony in their expressions is so familiar, so intimate, and yet they’re so kind to Sasuke and Naruto despite the fact they let their daughter die. When Mebuki learns that they’re living on their own - not a parent between them - she begins visiting them. They’re not social calls, not really, and she doesn’t linger too long, but her visits are scheduled and regular, and bring with them meals put together for Sasuke and Naruto and whatever cleaning they haven’t managed between them. After the first week, she brings small snacks for whichever of the ninken are with them as well.

Kizashi gives them two stuffed animals and Sakura’s hitai-ite. The toys are generic - a very round bird and a fox, both worn by time and use - but they were hers, and beloved when she was small. Naruto tries to refuse the hitai-ite, because surely her parents want to keep such an important thing, but Kizashi insists. He doesn’t want it, he tells them. He would rather remember Sakura as his daughter, and not as a Konoha soldier.

Perhaps there’s merit in that, but Sasuke and Naruto set it between her toys on the dresser in their room, next to their team photos, and they can’t bring themselves to work out the bloodstains in the fabric, but the plate is kept perfectly polished. Maybe her parents just don’t understand - but Sakura was proud of her position as a Konoha-nin, and she died fulfilling it.

It’s a little shameful, of course, that Sasuke is sharing his room with Naruto - but Naruto disagrees, and Sasuke can’t bring himself to care. Sleeping alone has proven... difficult. And pride is worthless.

The dogs never leave, but Naruto and Sasuke don‘t see Kakashi after Sakura’s funeral. There are meetings with Hiruzen, visits from some of the other jōnin, and no matter how vehemently they protest, they’re assigned a new sensei. It’s hideously uncommon, and it’s not Kaede-sensei’s fault, but Sasuke can’t help but hate her too. She can’t replace Kakashi, and Sasuke resents her for even trying, no matter that Kakashi-sensei has abandoned them. At least they’re not given a new teammate. As if anyone could possibly replace Sakura.

“The dog-Anbu is back,” Naruto says one day, while they spar under Kaede’s watchful eye. “I think... I think it might be Kakashi-sensei.”

And Sasuke knows about the dog-Anbu, of course. Though he rarely speaks himself, Naruto has no such compunction, and his chatter has become a familiar comfort. A Naruto who’s talking is a Naruto who’s alive. He’s told Sasuke all about growing up, about the loneliness and the dread. About the hatred of the village. The dog-Anbu had been the most familiar regular amongst the quiet tail of Anbu who’d watched Naruto his entire life - and yet never intervened. Had it been willful, or were they under orders? Hard to say, given that they were almost never given direct trouble anymore. The civilians who saw them out and about - on the rare occasion they were - were either too sympathetic or too wary to confront them. There was no opportunity to intervene even if the dog-Anbu wanted to.

That the surreptitious Anbu presence was back should have been concerning, but... Naruto had always found comfort in the recognisable dog-Anbu. Maybe it was contagious.

And if Kakashi was still watching them, then he hadn’t abandoned them. Somehow, it made Kaede’s training more welcome.

Jiraiya becomes part of their lives. He’s an irregular and brief presence, but he drifts in and out. They meet him early, and Naruto refuses to leave Sasuke’s side to fulfill whatever task Jiraiya has for him, and so they learn together the truth of the beast caged inside Naruto’s skin. Jiraiya works on the Seal, repairs what he can from the damage Naruto did on the bridge, ensures its continued integrity. He’s hard to like on a personal level, but they don’t begrudge his visits when they happen - making sure Naruto has control of the demon is imperative. He can’t use a power he can’t control.

Because that’s their secret, of course. In the dead of night, in the quiet of the Uchiha compound, when it’s just them and the ghosts. Naruto practices, with Sasuke on hand - Sasuke who’s learnt from Jiraiya that the Sharingan can manipulate the Bijuu, who finally understands what it was Kakashi did to bring Naruto down when Sakura died - and Sasuke practices with him, and forces back what power slips beyond Naruto’s grasp when they break open tiny cracks in the Seal.

And Naruto helps Sasuke too, offers a barrier of stolen demonic chakra that is the only thing, they’ve found, that can provide any resistance to the sticky black flames Sasuke can conjure. It makes his eyes bleed, and the chakra cost is like ashes in his veins, but creating and controlling the Amaterasu gets easier every time he does it.

They’re going to need it. Sasuke isn’t sure if Naruto simply needed the context of Sasuke’s quest for vengeance or if Sakura’s death made him understand the purpose of revenge, but they’re in it together, now. Naruto refuses to leave Sasuke’s side - and if that means following him down the path that leads to killing Itachi, then so be it. His power, despite what Sasuke had once thought, is immense and - somehow - at Sasuke’s disposal.

It’s strange, he thinks. How Naruto can still have faith in people, the differences in how he talks to Sakura’s ghost as if she’s watching them, as if she’s not simply gone, as if she might be proud of them, and how Sasuke can never bring himself to say a single word. Stranger still, how easily Naruto throws that faith away when Sasuke asks him to.

Strange, but comforting. Love, perhaps, if Sasuke lets himself dare to contemplate so fragile and dangerous a thing. And if Naruto will forsake his morals at Sasuke’s behest, then the least he can do is hold true to them. Because one day, when they’re ready, when they’re so strong that nobody will ever be able to rip away a life they love ever again, they’ll hunt down Itachi and make him pay for the lives he tore down.

But first - and maybe it’s practice, or maybe it’s vengeance, or maybe it’s both - they’ll return to the Land of Waves, once they’ve got enough control of their strength, and they’ll burn the Great Sakura Bridge to the ground.

#StarlightLion #Starlight Writes #Naruto #Team Seven #Haruno Sakura #Uchiha Sasuke #Uzumaki Naruto #Hatake Kakashi #the ninken #this uh got away from me a bit #here's to the continued versions of this au #it will not leave me alone XD #anyways have some #ANGST #also major character death #Naruto embracing Kurama - or Kurama's power at least #Kakashi can't bring himself to remain their sensei #he can't watch them die #he can't be the reason they die #if he's not their teacher then they can't die trying to protect him #oh gods the guilt complex #Kakashi needs a hug #but also he's still going to watch his kids to keep them safe #you're absolutely fucking right he's never going to leave them alone

[animany-totally-insaney-blog]

Part 6 of The Warners Are Puppies And Here’s Why!

Continuing on from part 5 the first thing we see is Yakko wagging his tail in the Disasterpiece Theater skit.

During Potty Emergency we see Wakko’s tail wagging anxiously as he searches desperately for a bathroom.

In Sir Yaksalot,King Arthur yanks Yakko to the floor by the ears which Yakko clearly dislikes. The same way a real dog wouldn’t like it.

In the begining of Draculee Draculaa Yakko nuzzles Wakko’s nose with his own the same way a mother dog does with her pups.

In Chairman of The Bored we see Wakko with the Doggy-Bag he prepared eating with his head literally buried in it.

In The Senses Song this weird scene happens. The Sibs pick themselves up by the scruffs and hop off screen.

And a few minutes later we see Wakko try to pounce on Dot the same way a puppy does when playing with its siblings.

We get too see Yakko’s tail wagging again in Turkey Jerky.

As well as Wakko standing on all fours like a dog again.

At the begining of Yakko’s Universe we see Wakko’s tail wagging as he digs around in the snow like a puppy.

And near the end he stands on all fours.

In A Christmas Plotz,Mr. Plotz grabs Yakko by the scruff.

In Warners and The Beanstalk we get this moment. Yakko holds Wakko up by the scruff and Wakko gives him Puppy Eyes.

In Ups and Downs we see Wakko sitting like a puppy a few times.

In Drive-Insane we see The Sibs sitting on the ground and begging like dogs.

And making puppy eyes.

At the end of Dot’s I'm Cute song she ends up on all fours angry at Yakko and Wakko for ruining the song.

In Meet Minerva Yakko and Wakko interrupt Minerva’s privacy by howling “Hello Nurse!” and panting over her beauty,tongues out and everything.

In Dot’s Quiet time we see Dot sniff the air the way dogs do.

And lastly in Wakko’s Gizmo we see Wakko digging around in a Trash Can how a dog would do.

That’s it for part 6, stay tuned for part 7!

#Animaniacs #Animaniacs Yakko #Yakko Warner #Animaniacs Wakko #Wakko Warner #Animaniacs Dot #Dot Warner #Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III #Disasterpiece Theatere #Potty Emergency #Sir Yaksalot #Draculee Draculaa #Chairman of The Bored #The Senses Song #Turkey Jerky #Yakko's Universe #A Christmas Plotz #Warners and The Beanstalk #Ups and Downs #Drive-Insane #I'm Cute Song #Meet Minerva #Dot's Quiet Time #Wakko's Gizmo

[cheesy-cakey]

You Are Mine

Cater X Yandere reader

[Mentions of murder, obsession, brainwashing, and cannibalism]

3rd POV

It was a normal day at NRC and our one and only Cater Diamond is in the rose Maze painting roses.

But it was unknown to him that a certain girl was watching him from afar

Y/N Pinka, the younger sister of Alchemi Pinka or in other words Che'nya.

She was watching the boy with affectionate eyes. Longingly watching.

She had fallen in love with Cater the moments she saw him.

She knew that they were meant to be.

-flashback-

Y/N was out to visit her brother at his at his school but just as she arrived she saw him go out and so she followed him

She used her unique magic "Guess who" which allows her to alter her appearance to almost anything. Let it be an object. A person. Or nothing at all. Though the more complex it is the harder to keep its form

She followed her brother as she realized he was going to NRC.

She continuously followed her brother to see what kind of fun he's up to.

He went to an unbirthday party at the Heartslabyul dorm. Where his childhood friends were.

And that's where she saw him.

His vibrant orange hair.

His enchanting forest green eyes.

The girl was absolutely mesmerized.

She took in every last detail of his appearance.

"I need to get closer. I need to take in every last detail" she muttered then she got an idea

She snuck up behind Che'nya and pounced on him. Hugging him from behind as she wrapped her arms around his neck

"Hello meow dear brother~" she said as she hugged him closer with a smile

"Nya? Y/N what are you doing here?" Che'nya asked with a cheeky smile

The girl got off and her tail started swinging around

"I wanted to visit mew, but you seem to have decided to attend an unbirthday party. So I followed!" She said as she turned to the others

"I am Y/N Pinka. I'm purr-leased to meet ya!" Y/N said enthusiastically

"It's nice to see you again Y/N" Trey said

"You really need to keep your brother in check" Riddle told Y/N

"I don't see a reason why" she said

"Anyways who are you?" The girl asked

"I'm Ace Trappola"

"My name is Deuce Spade"

"I'm the great Grim! And this is my henchman-" a pretty girl cutted the cat off

"I'm Yuumi"

"Oh and I'm Cater Diamond it's nice to meet you"

Cater Diamond.

That name stuck to her.

She could never forget it.

Since that day.

She changed.

-end of flashback-

Even her brother noticed her change

And it worried him.

And that's saying a lot since it's Che'nya.

She watched him every single day.

She started missing classes.

Her grades started to falter.

Everyone was worried.

What was going on with their precious Y/N.

They didn't know until.

Che'nya POV

I'm starting to worry for my little sister.

Sure she wasn't one to actually take her classes seriously.

But she never had a failing grades before.

And now she started disappearing more often.

Even the people in her school don't know where she goes.

My parents told me to go see if she was alright.

Since I'm the one closest to her in our family. We're worried for her.

I knocked on the door but no one answered

"Is she out again?" I muttered

"I'm coming in" I said as I opened the door

I looked to see Cater....

Wait no.

That's not Cater.

That's Y/N.

She was looking at the mirror as Cater touching the reflection in front of her

The look in her eyes.

I don't like it

"How enchanting. I can't stop looking at these green eyes" she said to herself eyes glued to her reflection

"Y/N what's the meowning of this?" I asked

She flinched as she realized I was here

"Brother!? When did mew get here!? I thought I told you to knock!?" She yelled at me as she turned back

"I did knock. Now tell meow. What are you doing" I asked again

"I guess the cats out the bag huh?" She said looking down

I then looked at her room.

And realized that almost every inch of her wall was plastered of pictures of Cater.

"Do you like it brother? Isn't he just gorgeous? Look at those forest green eyes. His vibrant orange hair. It's all so wonderful!" She said with a smile on her face. But that wasn't the smile everyone grew to love

"Y/N what's all this" I trembled at the sight of my sister

"I want him. From a single strand of his hair to the tip of his toe nail!" (Ngl I gagged writing that)

"Y/N this is too much! What's with this!?"

"Brother could mew blame me when someone is this perfect? His looks, his demeanor, his scent. All of it is perfect. I want him. Please brother I beg of you. Help me" she asked as her eyes were full of obsession and affection toward Cater

"No Y/N! You're going too far! Stop this! You're failing in school! Mom and dad are worried sick! And you keep disappearing off to who knows wh-" then it hit me

"You've been going to NRC haven't you" I said

She stayed silent

"You've been going to NRC to spy on Cater haven't you!" I yelled

She continued to stay silent

"Y/N this is too much! Are mew really going to ruin yourself for him!?" I asked

"What I do is none of your business brother! What I become is not your choice! I dictate what I want to do and you can't stop me!" She yelled

"Of course it's my business! I'm meow brother!"

"Shut up! mew wouldn't get it! You think you know it all! But you don't know how I feel about Cater! I love him and nothing can stop me!"

"Even if he's off the market?" I asked

"W-what?" She stuttered

"Cater had been dating Yuumi for the past month now. Are you still going to go after him?" I asked

I saw the heart break in her eyes.

Like everything she had built up just crumbled Infront of her

"No... You're lying"

"No I'm not Y/N"

She looked down, her ears and tail drooped and stayed silent

Before she spoke

"Get out"

"Y/N"

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU HEAR ME!" she yelled as she pushed me out and slammed the door shut

"Open the damn door Y/N! We're not done talking!" I yelled as I bang on the door

Eventually I stopped cause I knew it was hopeless

"Y/N needs to stop. It's driving her mad"

Y/N POV

No

No

No

No no no no

"No!" I yelled as I threw a vase at the wall shattering it

I then started to break down crying

"Why.... Just why!? It's not fair! Didn't get a chance to get to know him! Yet someone else already...." I sobbed

I then looked at the mirror. I then shifted into Cater.

I touched the mirror as tears fell from my eyes

"Cater. Cater Diamond"

3rd POV

A week had passed and Y/N hadn't come out of her room

They pried the door open since no one answered and all the food that was taken to her was left untouched

Once they opened it they saw something that made their hearts shatter

They saw their precious Y/N

Dead on the floor gripping onto a picture of Cater.

This sight absolutely broke Che'nya.

He should've tried harder to help get Y/N out from her delusional state

But now he lost his little sister.

The sister he cherished so much.

But for some reason.

It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

-time skip-

A funeral was held for her.

They invited the people she met at the unbirthday

"I'm sorry for you're loss Che'nya" Ace said

"I can't believe it. She's gone" Riddle said as he tried to hold back tears. Key word TRIED

"Why. Why did she die Che'nya" Trey asked

"She- she got depressed. But I'd rather not say the reason why" Che'nya explained. But he didn't want to say it was because she was heartbroken from Cater

Cater looked at her in her coffin

For some reason this hurted him a lot

He never really got to know Y/N that much. But this hurted him a lot for some reason.

"Cater, are you alright?" Yuumi asked

"Y-yeah I'm fine" he replied smiling at Yuumi

"If you're not feeling well we can go back" she said

"T-that would be nice" he said as he went to the group

"I'm going to head out first. I'm sorry for you're loss" Cater said

"Of course thank you"

"I'm going as well. I apologize for your loss" Yuumi said with a soft smile

This sent a tingle down Che'nya spine

-time skip-

Riddle and Trey went to the Pinka residence to talk with him

"What do you mean? Cater and Yuumi disappeared?" Che'nya questioned

"Yeah. After they left after the funeral they never came back" Trey said

"This just doesn't make sense" Riddle said

They kept thinking and thinking. Till something hit Che'nya

The smile

The smile Yuumi gave him

It's the same smile on Y/N's face that everyone loved

"Y/N!" Che'nya yelled as he rushed to her room

"Che'nya!" The two yelled as they followed him

Che'nya started rummaging through her room

"Che'nya what's going o-" Riddle stopped as he saw her room

"W-whats all this?" Trey questioned shocked at the sight

"The reason Y/N got depressed was because she was broken from the mews that Cater was already taken" Che'nya explained as he continued to go through her things eventually finding something

Che'nya trembled. Tears spilling. But also speechless

"Che'nya? Are you alright" Trey asked as they went closer to him

"What's tha-" Riddle stopped as he saw what Che'nya found

It was a bloody knife.

And a map with markings

"We need to go here" Che'nya rushed to go to the marked location

"Che'nya! Wait for us!"

-at the location-

They were now in a remote location. With a well prepared house.

A garden of fruits and vegetables.

By a lake.

And in the garden.

Was no other than Y/N Pinka

"Y-Y/N?" Che'nya stuttered

This caught the girls attention so she looked up and froze

"Ch-Che'nya? Riddle? Trey? W-what are you guys doing here?" The girl asked

"No- what are you doing here!?" Che'nya yelled

"That's none of your business!" She yelled

"It is! You were dead weren't you!? We buried your corpse!"

She went silent

"Haha. Ahahahahaha! You think that ugly fucking corpse was me? You don't know me that well after all dear brother." She said as the look in her eyes changed

"W-what do you mean Y/N?" Riddle stuttered

"My unique magic doesn't only change my appearance. But change the appearance of ANYTHING. I could change the appearance of Riddle to Trey. A cup into you brother. But most of all change the ugly corpse of Yuumi into an elegant one of me!" She explained

"T-the corpse of who?" Trey asked

"Oops. Looks like I accidentally spilled. I killed Yuumi three days into my isolation. That gave me enough time to adapt into becoming her for the time being"

"So you mean. The one at your funeral"

"The corpse you buried was no other than your precious Yuumi" she smiled psychotically

"Why!? Why did you do this!?" Trey asked

"Cause she took what was supposed to be mine!"

"What?"

"She took Cater before I even had the chance! So when we left the funeral. I took him"

"Y/N? Love who are you talking to?" A voice from the inside asked

Out walked Cater.

Looking the same.

But his eyes.

We're dull.

"No one important dear! I'll be right back in!"

"Alright. Be quick dinner is gonna get cold" Cater then went back inside

"What did you do to Cater Y/N" Che'nya hissed

"Nothing much. Just. Brainwashed him. He's mine. I love him and now" she stopped and smiled

"He loves me"

They froze

"You're not getting away with this sis. You're going to pay for your mistakes"

"Awhh too bad" the girl said as she pulled something out

"I don't leave witnesses" she held the knife as she disappeared

-inside the house-

"I'm back dear!"

"What took you so long Y/N?" Cater asked

"I found some prey! Here" she said handing Cater a basket full of meat (I feel like throwing up)

"Alright I'll put these in the fridge"

Cater then came back to see Y/N sitting on the couch

He went and hugged Y/N

"Cater, dear, do you love me?" She asked

"Of course. I.... Love you" he said

"Do you love me?" He asked

"I do and always will" she said as she kissed Cater

The kiss was deep between them

It was passionate.

But also empty.

They stopped and held each other

"I will always love you" she said

"I'm yours" she stated

And Your Mine

#twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland x reader #twst cater #twisted wonderland cater #cater x reader #cater diamond #yandere

[jaskierswolf]

The White Wolf (3/3)

Previous - AO3

Jaskier woke up with Geralt’s body draped inelegantly over his. He sniffed and mouthed at the fluffy white tail that was tickling his snout. When that didn’t get Geralt to move he bit the tail harder, not enough to make Geralt bleed but enough to elicit to yelp from the other wolf. Geralt growled and rolled off of Jaskier’s back, stretching his front paws out on the ground with a wide yawn. Jaskier tilted his head and then pounced on his boyfriend, bumping their noses together and mouthing at Geralt’s snout. Roach was safely being looked after by the younger priestesses at the temple, whilst Jaskier and Geralt hid out in the corners of the gardens until help arrived.

Geralt let out a low growl and his ears twitched as he stared intently across the garden. Jaskier let go of Geralt’s ear and sniffed. There was a mage nearby. He could smell the burning scent of a portal ripping through the air, and a new floral perfume that didn’t match the temple gardens.

He whined and grabbed his pile of clothes before running off into the bushes. He shifted easily back into his human form, hopping on his feet at the rocks dug into his soles. “Oh shit!”

He batted a branch away from his face and desperately tried to pull his trousers and shirt on.

“Geralt?”

It was a soft female sounding voice, friendly but he heard another growl from Geralt.

“Come on, come on, come on,” he muttered as he struggled to find the sleeves for his arms.

“Geralt of Rivia? I’m Triss Merigold. I’m here to help.”

“Oh bollocks!” Jaskier's shirt got caught on a branch and there was the telltale sound of fabric tearing.

“Hello?”

Jaskier burst free from the bushes with his doublet on inside out. The sorceress, Triss if he’d heard correctly, looked less than impressed by his rather dramatic entrance. He brushed off his trousers and stuck out his hand. Triss shook it tentatively.

“I’m Jaskier, Geralt’s… bard?” He glanced at the wolf who was glaring steadily at Triss. Jaskier dropped to the floor and wrapped an arm around Geralt’s neck. “He’s just a little bit shit with strangers.”

Jaskier was just glad then he didn’t recognise Triss from his childhood. That would have been  awkward to say the least. His dreams were still haunted by violet eyes to this day. Yennefer hadn’t been the worst of the mages his parents had employed but those eyes… they were so unique, beautiful and terrifying.

He barely suppressed a shudder.

“You know Yennefer?” Triss asked with wide eyes.

Jaskier closed his eyes and buried his face in Geralt’s fur to stop the wave of nausea. He’d forgotten that the most highly trained mages could read thoughts. Triss must have been a graduate from Aretuza if she knew Yennefer of Vengerberg.

“Please stay out of my head,” he mumbled.

“I am sorry, Jaskier. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Yeah well…” he trailed off.  Geralt snarled at Triss, and Jaskier heard his teeth clack together. “Geralt, darling. It’s ok. She’s here to help, my dear. I’m fine I promise.”

Geralt turned around and butted his nose against Jaskier’s.

Jaskier cupped Geralt’s face, kissing his snout. “I just have some bad experiences with mages, darling.”

“You’re the shifter.”

Geralt turned back to Triss faster than lightning and pounced. She blocked him with a spell and he yelped as he crumpled to the floor. Jaskier shifted, tearing out of his clothes and roaring as he landed in front of Geralt. His long tail flicked out behind him as he pointed the venomous prongs at Triss. He stood up on his hind legs and roared again as he flapped his wings.

He heard Geralt huff behind him and he relaxed. Triss, who had been thrown back against the ground, moaned and pulled herself to her feet. Her thick curls fell in front of her eyes and she watched Jaskier and Geralt with wide-eyes.

“I thought Yen was exaggerating. You’re incredible,” she breathed and took a step towards them.

Jaskier hissed and scraped at the ground with his wings.

“Easy, Jaskier. I don’t want to hurt you, remember? I’m here to help Geralt. I need to examine him, see if I can break the spell.”

Jaskier didn’t want her near his mate and he hissed again, but Geralt had other ideas. He pounced on Jaskier’s back and bit the back of his neck.

Jaskier’s legs gave way and he fell to the floor. He’d hadn’t realised that would work in this form. Geralt was a fucking bastard. Once Geralt let go he shuddered and shifted into a cat, curled up on the ground under his partner.

Geralt licked his head once and sat down in front of Triss.

“Will you let me help?” She asked.

Jaskier looked up at Geralt who nodded once.

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier hissed lightly but nodded.

Geralt nudged Jaskier’s nose with his and then padded over to Triss.

Triss put her hand on either side of Geralt’s head and closed her eyes. Jaskier snuggled up against Geralt’s side and tried to relax enough to purr. He knew the sound comforted Geralt when he was human and he hoped it would have the same effect as a wolf. Geralt was breathing heavily and his claws dug into the earth.

“Oh Jaskier, killing him was not your smartest idea,” Triss sighed.

Jaskier hissed at the witch. He’d already beaten himself up over that one enough in the last few days, but he knew he would do it again in a heartbeat. He would protect Geralt with his life and he’d genuinely though the mage had hurt his partner.

“Hmm… no incantations. That’s a good sign. The spell was in whatever that dust was that covered Geralt,” Triss spoke almost as if she was in a trance. “I’ve not seen anything like it. He knew who you are, what you are. Perhaps it is safer this way.”

She sighed as she pulled away. Geralt gave a short sharp bark and tilted his head.

“I can’t help, but there is good news.”

Jaskier yowled at her and clambered onto Geralt’s back. He was once again hit with the urge to shift into a wolf to match his partner but he’d changed forms quickly and he wanted to preserve his energy. He still had an inherent distrust on mages and this one was too close to Geralt for his liking.

“It should wear off soon. Nenneke said it had already been four days?”

Both Jaskier and Geralt nodded.

“I can’t imagine it will be any more than another week.”

Geralt let a long whine and his ears dropped. Jaskier mewed and nuzzled into Geralt’s fur. Triss hesitantly held her hand out and Geralt bumped his nose against her palm. Jaskier’s tail flicked out behind him as he glared at the witch.

“Geralt wants you to know he’s ok, Jaskier,” She said in her simpering voice.

Jaskier hissed. He knew Geralt was fine. He was the shifter. He knew how to read animals and he knew how to read his boyfriend. He didn’t need some fancy magic lady to tell him what’s what.

“He also says to stop being so dramatic.”

Jaskier yowled and flicked his tail before nipping Geralt’s ear. He wasn’t being dramatic. She was being an arse. He tugged at Geralt’s ear with his teeth, and the wolf let out a low warning growl.

“Did you want some clothes, Jaskier?” Triss asked, hiding a giggle behind her hands.

Jaskier’s first instinct was to shake his head and hiss at the sorceress but his own clothes were currently lying shredded on the ground. With a flick of his tail he nodded, yowling angrily. He could accept her generosity, it was her fault that he’d destroyed his clothes to begin with. She should have known better than to endanger his mate. Yes, he might be acting petty, but he was grumpy, and he didn’t exactly have a good history with mages. Geralt huffed, and Jaskier fell off his back as he also nodded. Jaskier had to dig his claws into Geralt’s thick white fur to keep balanced.

Triss naturally found the whole affair far too funny for his liking but she weaved a set of beautiful emerald green clothes in the air, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Jaskier head butted Geralt with a meow, and with an audible sigh, Geralt took the silk clothes in his mouth.

“You’re welcome, Geralt, and don’t be too angry at Jaskier. He has his reasons,” Triss said sweetly, holding out her hand so Geralt could bump his nose against it as a sort of goodbye. Triss then turned to Jaskier, smiling sadly “She isn’t as bad as you think.”

Jaskier hissed. He didn’t need a reminder of Yennefer and her startling violet eyes.

“She’s been trying to find a way to help,” Triss insisted.

This time it was Geralt that let out a low snarl, pawing at the ground. Jaskier flicked his ears, feeling happily smug at Geralt’s reaction to the witch’s statement.

Triss just crossed her arms in front of her chest and rolled her eyes. “Not to cure him, that’s barbaric, but surely you’re curious? No one has ever heard of anything like him before. Yennefer has been trying to find others, she has hair and fur samples from Jaskier. If she can find others then, maybe you can finally understand where you come from, what you are?”

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at the witch and let out a soft hiss, before letting his magic loose. He slid off Geralt’s back as he changed back into his human form, taking his clothes from his White Wolf. Triss blushed at his sudden nakedness but he didn’t care. She knew what he was and he was done hiding his true self.

“Yennefer worked for my mother.”

“She didn’t know about Julia’s true intentions when she agreed to help.” Jaskier scoffed. “A likely story.”

“Find her, she can help you,” Triss begged.

“I don’t need help!” Jaskier snapped. “I don’t need fixing. I. Am. Fine! I have Geralt, and our pack, I have my music, my poetry, my love. I’m happy, Triss. Why would I ruin that?”

Geralt whined next to him. Jaskier threaded his fingers through the thick white fur on the back of Geralt’s neck. He peered down at the wolf who tilted his head, a slow wag of his tail. Jaskier frowned, trying to work out what his darling witcher was trying to tell him. “Geralt? Are you saying you think we should find Yennefer?”

Geralt nodded, yellow eyes blinking up at him.

“The witch who was part of my utterly wonderful childhood?”

Geralt nodded again.

Jaskier scoffed, looking between his wolf and Triss Merigold. Triss was smiling far too smugly, she knew she’d won. Jaskier was curious about his heritage that was true, and Geralt knew that. They’d looked through the old library at Kaer Morhen but found nothing substantial. Jaskier had decided then that it didn’t matter, but now the idea of finding his own kind was once again dangling so tantalisingly within his grasp…

But then again…

So was Yennefer of Vengerberg.

Was he really ready to see her again? Would he ever be?

He looked down at Geralt, chewing his lip. Geralt butted his nose into Jaskier’s palm. Jaskier smiled faintly and nodded. He wasn’t ready to see Yennefer again, but with Geralt by his side he could do it.

“Alright then,” he said, his voice only cracking a little bit. “Where do we find Yennefer?”

Triss smirked, putting her hands on her hips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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