#if you really care about foxes then let them stay wild

[idkfitememate]

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 (You are here!)

You thought that the interaction you had with the boys would be enough to satiate you for a long while.

Well you were wrong.

Because now all you wanted to do was go into Mondstadt and see everyone.

There was one thing holding you back, however…

…And that was wondering where the story was.

Now, you unironically had been getting “vIsIoNs Of ThE fUtUrE”, or rather the updates and current story as it continued in your world.

Your world…

Shaking off the slight homesickness, continued on your mission. Finding out where ever which ever sibling was in the story.

What you weren’t expecting however was to watch a Paimon being fished out by a hungry looking Aether.

Oh Gods.

Oh Fuck.

THE STORY HASN’T EVEN STARTED????

This is new, considering that in nearly every fic about the SAGAU the story was up to the current update or it had stopped all together.

… Did you mention that you were a vivid reader of fanfiction? And player of Genshin? Because you were.

Tiptoeing backwards, you suddenly hear the shrill voice of a certain fairy… as in fairly large pain in your ass-

“Oh! If you’re really hungry you should go hunt that boar right there! I’ve never seen a painted one though…”

OH SHIT OH FUCK-

You ran away before the blonde could even turn around, hearing Paimon’s voice call out for you to stand still. No you weren’t gonna stand still!

You continued to run, cursing yourself out in your head for being noticed.

You were happy where you were! With your family! You already interacted with Mondstadt in the form of Razor and Bennet, that was enough!

You rushed deeper and deeper into the forest, stopping when you noticed your family ahead. Trotting before them, you laid down in front of the fire.

Ever since finding you, they refused to eat boar meat, switching to fox and bird so you wouldn’t have to sit and watch them cook something that looked like you, which was nice.

Right now they were roasting a bird over the fire, spices filling your nose as you curled up around it. Another change was the increase of Mita and Lawa and samachurls at the camp. Two of each element for each type of churl to protect the camp, and you.

This was also true for other mobs. Slimes and Whopperflowers, anything else in the immediate area. The number was upped.

And with your heightened heart rate?

The number only went up.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

By now, Aether and the small girl he had come to find was named Paimon had already cleared out a Hilichurl camp with the Outrider of Mondstadt, Amber.

Wiping sweat off her forehead, she turned to the duo.

“For some reason, the number of Hilichurl camps has been growing rapidly in the past year, even more so than before. Your help is immensely appreciated!” She said, sighing.

Aether only stood by before speaking up.

“Have you seen a painted boar around here?” He questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! The Boar of the Wilds! Yeah, quite the trouble maker they are. They’re a weird boar too, sticking around Hilichurls and the such. But they help the kids so we don’t see them as too much of a threat. Why?” Amber smiled as she turned around to face the Traveler, who was glaring at a now heavily sweating Paimon.

“No reason…” He said through grit teeth, making Paimon shake and mutter something about ‘not knowing’ or something of the sort.

“Well anyway, let’s get you into the city Traveler!”

And with that, the trio continued on their walk, unaware of the slime watching them.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

So you really are at the start of the story.

You paced around the fire as your family watched sitting cross legged.

You had two options:

1. Travel with Aether and see all 7 nations.

Or

2. Stay where you are and live with your family till the story ends.

Your first instinct was, of course, to stay with your family. You had built a life here, no matter how crude.

Your family cared for you and you them. These specific mobs were going to live on in your heart and you’d be damned if you’d leave them. Because if you did, the odds of travelers and others of that nature might find them and…

Well you didn’t want to think of what’d happen.

You shook you head and snorted, pacing faster. You ignored the worried cries of those around you as you continued to think.

Now that the story started, that meant that shit was about the hit the fan.

You had noticed a lack of Divalin, and more windstorms. With how happy things had been, you tired to ignore it.

Ignore the signs.

But a small voice in the background of your head had told you.

It told you that the story had started. That you’d have to do something.

But if you did you’d mess up the whole story, and then you wouldn’t be able to predict what happens next and you’d loose all sense of control you felt you’d had.

The abyss.

You glanced back at your family.

One thing you made sure of was that there were no Abyss Mages around. Without them, your family was more than docile around humans, not truly seeing a reason to hurt them without cause.

When they would try to reverse the curse… if you left your family…

…

…

… You rammed into a tree.

Small screams erupted from them as the tree tilted over and fell, the top splintered from the bottom where you rammed it. Letting out a loud squeal, you rammed into another.

Why was this so difficult??

On the one hand, with your knowledge you could probably make so many lives better and easier!

But on the other, after you help one, it could cause a ripple effect and make you loose your grasp on what was happening, leaving you unable to help.

And with cautious you were, you didn’t even know if you’d come back if you’d die!

Would you be willing to die for these people?

Another tree fell.

You’d die easier than a human, what happens if you die.

What happens if you’re forced to leave your family?!

You rammed another tree.

Your breathing quickened and your eyes started to water.

The wind began to pick up.

When your hooves made contact with the ground, the earth rumbled.

You could no longer hear the shouts and cries of those around you.

What would happen when you died?

Would your blood be gold?

More trees fell.

Your eyes were blurred with tears.

You were barreling through the Forrest at this point, mind of every type crying out to you.

Crying out for you to stop.

You didn’t want to die.

But others would die for you.

You could stop so much.

… You could’ve stopped so much.

When the thought hit that while you’ve been messing around for just over a year, people were getting hurt, you ran faster, and hit harder.

The wind whipped harder. When you looked up you noticed Stormterror and Aether fighting above the city.

Had you been so caught up in your own stupid emotions that you failed to notice the city closest to you was under attack?!

How fucking STUPID could you be?!?!

You rammed harshly into a large tree, being stopped by both the winds of Teyvat and the sheer thickness of the tree.

Shaking your head you looked up.

… The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero.

You had ran all the way to Windrise.

Hiccups forced their way out of snout and tears poured out of your eyes.

You sobbed.

Everything was blurry and your ears were ringing. You were tired of thinking.

You barely registered the Pyro Samachurl laying a churl blanket around your back while warming it.

More and more mobs surrounded your sobbing form and slowly cuddled around you. Warming you.

And eventually, you fell asleep under the large and warm pile of Hilichurls, Mitachurls, Lawachurls, Samachurls, Slimes, Whopperflowers, other boars, foxes, and birds.

You were safe. You were loved.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

“You have to check it out! I understand that the main issue is The Stormterror, but Miss. Jean! It’s a large pile of monsters and animals! This could pose a great threat!”

The distressed traveler continued to rant at the Acting Grand Master, causing her to sigh.

Everything lately had been so stressful, even with the help of the Blonde Traveler. Currently they were with Lisa at The Temple of the Lion.

She genuinely, truly didn’t want to ask them to help with this.

So she decided to check it out on her own.

Standing from her desk, she walked around to shake the hand of the now silent traveler.

“Don’t worry. I’ll check it out and do what I can to help in the situation.”

She was met with many thanks from them as they shook her hand up and down with vigor.

Lord Barbatos she was tired…

Making sure she was all ready to go and had her trusty Aquila Favonia, and headed out.

Nodding at everyone she passed, she quickly made her way out of the city and towards the place of interest.

The place said to be the historical ground of her hero, Vanessa’s ascension to Celestia.

The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero, Windrise.

Running her way over, it was very apparent that the Traveler was not kidding. She could see the large multicolored blob from where she was, though it wasn’t moving.

The thing had just recently appeared, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still dangerous.

Creeping towards the pile, she was met with the cacophonous sound of snores from monster and animal alike.

And she was now confused.

Never in Jean’s life had she ever seen a fox curled around a Sawachurl. Or a bird sleeping peacefully on a Lawachurl. Or boars cuddled up with Mita and Hilichurls.

Wait.

Boars cuddled up with… oh.

Sighing she readied her sword to attack and find where that boar was under all this, before a Frostarm Lawachurl shook itself awake. The sudden movement startled her and she was met with the blank carved eyes of its mask boring into hers.

The two stared for a bit, before it huffed and laid back down, cuddling into a Blazing Axe Mitachurl who was… well… cuddling it’s still-red-but-put-out axe.

Jean was bewildered at the interaction, standing from her attack position. Looking more, she took a risk.

She stepped forward.

She was met with whirrling of a Ruin Guard starting up.

If what she was thinking was true, then why was anything of Ruin here?! The boar hadn’t been known to wander into any of the shrines or otherwise where they may have been found!

She was met with a Guard turning to her. Again she readied for an attack.

Only to be met with small ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’.

It, like the Lawachurl only glanced at her, before lying back down.

Okay, what was going on?!

Now she just decided to walk through the large crowd, though through is a strong word. On was more like it.

And as she got closer to the large Oak tree, she noticed the dip right at its trunk. The pile only got larger, and when she got to the trunk, there was a large divet. Jumping down, she was met with the culprit she thought she’d meet.

The boar.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Being shaken awake was not what you wanted right now.

Groaning and huffing, you tired to push the hand off, only causing it or come back and push harder.

You continued to shove it off until it finally stopped. You sighed in relief and snuggled back into the warmth around you, falling back asleep.

At least, until you heard the scared cries of a Sawachurl.

Cracking your eyes open you immediately notice an angered(??) Jean standing over you and a Pyro Sawachurl. And she was directing that anger(???) towards the small churl.

Oh. Hell. No.

Jumping up you lightly but into her. Though your ‘light but’ sent her crashing into the large wall of bodies behind her.

Which started to wake up the large pile.

Animals and monsters grunted and groaned as Jean stood in shock at the ripple effect of your actions.

You were just watching a fox climb up the tree in interest.

The whole pile had woken up, standing confused at you and the only human. Jean was noticeable tense.

Shaking off the blanket, you snorted, grunted and oinked into the crowd. And after a moment, they began to disperse, much to Jean’s amazement.

“How did you… anyway. You can’t do… this anymore, alright? I don’t understand how you got these monsters and otherwise to not attack humans but I’ll have you know that you gave passing travelers quite the scare. You understand, right?” Jean asked.

You stood and gently nodded, still tired and slightly overwhelmed by past thoughts.

She sighed and made a decision.

Walking behind you - making you look at her with interest - she wrapped her hands around your midsection and picked you up, causing you to struggle.

Your distressed squeals filled the air as she began to explain. “I just - ngh - need to keep an eye on - hey watch it! - keep an eye on you - ow!” Her words were interrupted by your squirming and moving in her arms, but at her words you slowed.

… Right. The Stormterror situation.

She looked down with concern when she noticed you no longer struggling - she was expecting a fight the whole way - and was startled by the far off look in your eye.

Sucking it up, she began to carry you back to The Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Seeing you in the office was not what Kaeya was expecting.

Having never met you personally but hearing stories around the city, seeing you in Jeans office sat beside her desk was a surreal experience.

The only reason he was here and not waiting for the Traveler was because he had been told the Jean had left, and with Lisa also not there, he was in charge for the moment.

Was he just a bit pissy that he was the only asked after they realized Lisa was gone?

… No comment.

But by the time he got back it didn’t matter because Jean and… you were already there.

He barely got a word in anyway because the door swung open with the Librarian and Traveler in tow.

“We’re back!~” Called Lisa. Aether stood behind her, red in the face. Kaeya wasn’t shocked with how… sultry she could be.

She was definitely an acquired taste, that was for sure.

But the moment of peace was broken by your loud squeals and oinks of distress, and the blue-coded man noticed you were looking at their new blonde friend.

And when you got up to start running, he made a split second decision.

He dove for you.

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

A sharp crack was heard when your hoof made contact with Kaeya’s face.

You stood startled for a moment, before making eye contact with Aether again and panicking all over again.

You hadn’t made your decision!

You thought you’d at least get until he finished the Main Story Quest to make your decision!

Your panicking and running form was confined to the room as Jean commanded the doors be shut and locked from the outside.

This choice was made clear after you made a b-line for the door and rammed into it. You stumbled a bit for a second before running around again.

Using any kind of Vision or otherwise was immediately out of the picture due to the confined space and bunches of important documents and books in the vicinity.

Jean also tried to make a grab out you, which worked for a second… until you infused your body with Electro, shocking the shit out of her.

Now they had no clue what to do.

Well wait… nevermind.

Trying to coral you was the best bet.

And that’s what they did. But that just made you more wild.

Didn’t they ever hear the saying “A cornered animal will fight twice as hard.”?

Because that’s exactly what happened.

You rammed into walls and windows, no longer squealing but screaming.

It sounded sickeningly human to them.

You rammed past them and into the desk, causing a sharp letter opener to fall onto you.

Slicing your skin and making you bleed.

Gold.

It shined as you collapsed to the floor. Shaking and crying. Tired and hungry.

Those who were awake - you knocked out Kaeya - stood in shock as you continued to cry.

Lisa silently traced the paint on your fur. It’s swirling patters that, now that she saw them and was analyzing them anyway, looked like the patterns that lined the statues of their Creator.

Jean finally thought about your odd relationship with the creatures of Teyvat. How they listened to you and became docile in your presence. How they payed attention to only you and never harmed humans when around you. You calmed them. Like the Creator.

Paimon - who watched the ordeal from a corner in fear - put together how the fauna blocked Aether from reaching you and how the wind seemed to boost you away from the duo. How Teyvat seemed to help you. Much like it would the creator.

Jean and Lisa turned to each other. They just thought you had a weird mutation or something of the sort! Maybe even a vision! Would be the first time an animal got given a vision but that’s what they chalked it up to!

But this… they thought of who they thought was the Creator who was sitting on their throne right now, enjoying the finer things in life.

They were… lying?

The person they had been worshipping for.. years now.. was FUCKING LYING?!?!

Jean dropped to her knees and Lisa shook.

A whispered murmur left Paimon’s lips which startled Aether.

“The Creator…”

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Waking up in the med bay of The Knights of Favonius Headquarters was not what you were expecting.

A bandage was wrapped around your midsection and a guard was stationed at your door.

The most shocking thing however, was that every Vision Holder in Mondstadt - including the Traveler - was in your room.

Even Albedo and Eula.

Shaking and coughing alerted them to your now awake status. Those who were seated now stood.

You noted the bandage on Kaeya’s chin and felt bad.

Though that quickly turned to confusion when everyone - again, including Aether - bowed.

Then that confusion turned to fear as they spoke in unison.

“Our humblest greetings, O’ great Creator.”

…Shit.

And that is Pt. 3! The reason I’m gonna leave it like this is because I like open to interpretation stories, plus requests are still very open! So endings are entirely up to how you, my readers, want it to be! I have a hyperactive imagination, and love stories like this, and I want to see what you guys could come up with because I love you guys’s ideas! Thank you all who have joined me on this journey of Boar!Creator!

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[cupcakeshakesnake]

are you serious about believing that cats shouldn't be let outside?

why? like don't get me with that "oh they'll kill animals" well yeah, maybe they will. it's their natural instincts, and allowing them outside promotes a range of natural behaviours. so isn't it cruel to prevent that? and if you believe they shouldn't be allowed to go outside, isn't it cruel to choose to keep them inside instead of just *not having a cat?*

also for that arguement the rspb says " there is no scientific proof that predation by cats in gardens is having any impact on bird populations UK wide." while you may not be from the UK, the UK isn't a place where domestic cats are native either!

I wonder if you are American as so many Americans seem to have this weird opinion - is it very common to believe solely in indoor cats where you live? /gen q. it's very common to have cats that go outdoors here in the UK, and the concept of outdoor cats doesn't exist - if someone mentioned an outdoor cat I'd think of a cat that never went inside, like idk a barn cat. a website I found said 90% of cats in the uk can go outdoors but based on what I'm seeing on your feed and Tumblr it's very different for you?

Yes, I'm serious.

I suppose it's also a natural instinct of coyotes (US), foxes (UK) and hawks to kill cats, so isn't it cruel to prevent that? Cats may have natural instincts but they are not part of nature. They're not part of your local ecosystem, you brought it there. Do you only care about your cat fulfilling its 'natural instincts' and nothing else?

Let's say you have, oh I dunno, the Xenomorph from Alien. Let's say you love it a lot. Are you gonna set it free on the neighborhood because its natural instinct is to kill?

If you believe children shouldn't stick their fingers in the wall socket even if they want to, shouldn't you just not have children?

And yes there is plenty of scientific proof. Cats are not native ANYWHERE. If your cat just stays in a fenced garden or maybe a catio, it's fine, but studies found that cats' kill counts are so high because even 'freeroaming' cats roam less than their wild counterparts (i.e. jungle cats) and thus kill in a more concentrated area. They also kill for fun and not just to eat. Cats have contributed to the extinction of 63 species of birds, mammals, and reptiles in the wild, I'm directly quoting an article here.

Very weird of you to push the American button just because I disagree with you, I am in fact South Korean, and oh believe me outdoor cats are barely a thing here. Cats here are either firmly indoors or stray, save for very rare cases. Most cat owners (and people in general) live in the city and if they let their cats out, a variety of things could happen - such as their cats eating trash and getting sick, being hit by a car, or being killed (or worse, captured and tortured) by ill-meaning people (which has very well happened before).

+ Edit) Let's talk cruelty. What is more cruel, a cat being bored out of its skin, or the cat being flattened by a car, or countless small animals being torn apart and left to die? All of which is preventable with a few extra steps from the cat owner.

In my opinion, having cats (or any other pet) is a lot like raising children. Of course their needs should be paid attention to, but they themselves don't always know the best way to go about fulfilling those needs and it's your responsibility to keep them safe and happy at the same time. You can't let them do whatever they like all the time. AND, you are responsible for what your pets/children do.

#snake got an ask #anonymous #dni if you're an outdoor cat person /hj /srs

[ellabsprincess]

Hi sweet pea.Could you write something about reader being in a famous like rock or metal band and basically being a total slut but then she gets a girlfriend (Ellie) and tells everyone she has a girlfriend but not showing anyone what Ellie looks like or telling them her name and then one day reader is doing an interview with another band who they are on tour with and talks about having a girlfriend and the other band is like wtf no u don’t ur literally a whore and then reader brining Ellie out to show them

it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable doing this okay bye love you <3

omfg sweat pea??? literally marrying you rn cause that's so cute!! also i literally LOVE this idea like rockstar ellie has been on the brain!!

also i followed the main inspo of your ask, but changed it slightly, sorry!! i just think it fit better as i was in the middle of writing!

enjoy my love!!

p.s. love you too!!

"rock n' fucking roll" (rockstar!ellie x rockstar!reader)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+, lowercase intended, switch!ellie, switch!reader, marijuana use, ellie is kinda a loser for reader, twinge of angst from ellie, smut, they fuck while high but they're like barely high, ellie has a happy trail and a hairy pussy, cunnilingus, nipple sucking, fingering, relationship talk, love confessions, mutual pining, reader has nipple piercings bc i'm living vicariously through this

also i am not really knowledgable of bands, music, or performing, so if something is inaccurate, you saw nothing...

important note: ellie and reader are referred to as "sluts" in this fic. that is simply for the purpose of the story and because the anon asked for that specific element. i do not encourage or condone slut shaming of any sort

tags: @m-3-ijiworld @seraqhites @uraesthete @hehatesmati @letsreadsomesins-shallwe @elliespookie @dropsofs4turn @millersaurora @jjmaybankslittleslut @lonelyfooryouonly

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can't stay at home, can't stay in school

old folks say, "you poor little fool"

down the streets i'm the girl next door

i'm the fox you've been waiting for

hello, daddy, hello, mom

i'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

the music is deafening in your ears as you begin to perform. singing your heart out to the angry and aggressive beat, with ellie by your side on bass, and dina behind you on drums.

the venue was dirty and full of drunk and stumbling people, but you didn't care. not when the sound of the bass was nearly rupturing your eardrums as you swayed your hips in your miniskirt and pranced across the stage, mic in hand. your thighs were adorned with provocative garters and ripped tights, and your shirt was a 90's baby tee with some alt band's logo plastered on the front. you were a perfect mix of girly, provocative, and alt, just unashamed to be yourself when on stage.

ellie was quite the opposite next to you. her dirty and beaten black converse stomped the floor to the beat of dina's drums. she wore ripped, tight jeans, with a vintage flannel opened over a white wife pleaser.

her guitar was cherry red, almost the same shade as the lipstick you were wearing, and she had her signature rainbow guitar strap slung over her shoulder.

pouring your soul out into the lyrics and feeling the music, you fell to your knees on the dirty stage, whipping your hair around messily as you stared into the audience. you felt ellie get closer to you, standing just above you and looking down at you with a nefarious glint in her eyes as her fingers flew over her guitar strings.

the song finally came to an end, and you sung the lyrics as you continued to hold ellie's gaze.

hello world i'm your wild girl

i'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

ellie strung her guitar a few more times, letting the sound echo through the room before reaching her hand down to grab you by the chin, pulling your head upwards and signaling you to stand up. her signal of dominance sent the crowd into a frenzy. cheers and screams filled the room as you heard distant comments like "i love you ellie!!" and "top me please ellie!"

you just rolled your eyes at the panic of the crowd. you were used to ellie's stage antics at this point, and you knew it was for nothing more than attention and crowd engagement. besides, you always had your own fans at the shows. finally standing to your feet and catching your breath, you spoke into the mic.

"thank you all so much for coming out tonight, you guys were amazing! have a great night!"

you, ellie, and dina all threw up peace signs at the cheering crowd before retreating backstage. the three of you were exhausted, all covered in sweat but high off adrenaline and the praise of your fans.

you all entered the green room and found yourselves collapsing into the nearest chairs. ellie handed you and dina bottles of water to ease your sore throat and dehydrated states.

"wow, what a fucking night," ellie commented.

"yeah, i think you made about half the girls out there drop their panties," you teased.

"oh shut up."

"come on, don't act like you don't know what you're doing," dina chimed in.

ellie could only laugh and roll her eyes before letting her head roll back and rest on the plush chair, too tired to argue with the both of you.

after a few minutes of reflecting on the night's show and wolfing down water and snacks, you noticed dina making her way out of the room. when you asked her where she was going, she explained that she had made plans earlier with her friend jesse and was going to be out the whole night. how she had the energy to go out after that show, you had no idea, but you honestly didn't care in your exhausted state.

you suddenly realized how much pain you were in, and how uncomfortable and sticky your outfit had become, and you felt a need to change immediately. all you wanted was just to go back to the band trailer and slip on some comfy clothes and relax the rest of the night.

ellie clearly had similar ideas.

"hey, wanna go back to the trailer and smoke and chill the rest of the night?"

"fuck yeah"

back at the trailer, you wasted little time before making a beeline for the shower. you nearly moaned at the pleasurable feeling of washing away all the sweat and exhaustion from your skin. you probably wasted too much time in that small room, but you didn't care. stepping out of the cramped bathroom in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and a tank top, you found ellie relaxing on her bunk. she had stripped down to her wife pleaser and some black boxers, and was scrolling through her phone.

hearing you move towards her, she looked up at you, sitting up to grab and light the blunt hastily thrown on the table near her bunk. as you crouched down to sit next to her, you didn't notice how she looked you up and down, staring at your chest through your thin top.

were those nipples piercings?

her thoughts were interrupted as you held out your hand to take the blunt from her, taking a long drag and turning your head to blow the smoke away from where you were sitting. you took another, shorter, drag before passing it off to ellie. she took the blunt between her fingers with a shaky grip, and nearly choked on her inhale as if it was her first time smoking. she couldn't take her eyes off of you.

she shamefully stared at your soft thighs barely hidden and covered by your short shorts and your tits perfectly in her eye level as you relaxed and enjoyed the beginning of your high. you looked tired, but blissful and almost angelic. her heart ached and longed for you, tired of her desperate stage antics just for an ounce of your attention, and a second to stare into your pretty eyes.

she wanted you so bad. she wanted your body, of course, but she wanted your heart even more. her chest twinged with pain every time she heard you laugh loudly at someone else's joke, or when she pretended to be asleep as you got fucked by some random chick in your bunk after a show. your moans were just too pretty to sleep through, and she wanted to commit them to memory so she could imagine it was you under her every time she had a quick fuck on a bathroom counter.

she always left those girls satisfied, and she gained quite the reputation as a good lay among the fanbase, but it was never enough. every time she made a girl cum on her tongue, or fucked someone until they were dripping all over her strap, she just imagined it was you. not as a one-night thing, but as her girlfriend.

of course that would never happen. you didn't do relationships. you were a rockstar and you were on the road constantly, who had the time? you only wanted to get off and forget a girl's name the next morning. you would never want ellie. you would never love her, never belong to her, never moan "i love you" as she fucked her strap into you over and over-

"earth to ellie?" you looked at her concerned, your eyes wide.

"oh shit, sorry. my bad." she had drifted into her own mind, and had been holding the blunt, sitting and dreaming about you for the past few minutes, without addressing you or caring to even pass the blunt back.

"it's fine, are you okay?"

"yeah, m'good."

"okay, will you pass me the blunt then?"

ellie didn't know what came over her. maybe it was her starting to feel her high, the slight fuzziness in her brain, or maybe it was just exhaustion.

"actually, no."

"no??" you responded, looking both offended and confused.

"no, we're gonna talk instead."

"ellie we can talk and smoke-"

"no, i need you to hear me."

"okay, els, you're freaking me out." you backed away from her slightly, your eyes narrowed, confused by the change from her usual kind nature to this abruptness and rudeness.

"sorry, i don't mean to scare you, i just..." she sighed. "i'm fucking tired of this shit. i'm tired of what's going on with us. it needs to end." shock was evident across your face.

"ellie, what? are you tired of the band, a-are you tired of me?"

"no! i mean, yeah, but that's not it."

"ellie just fucking spit it out!"

"i'm in love with you!"

your eyes softened, and your mouth gaped slightly.

"i'm in love with you and i have been for a while," ellie's voice quieted, and she looked down at her lap, unable to meet your gaze. "i'm tired of pretending like i don't want something with you. all those stage antics, fooling around and flirting with you in front of our fans? i just want you to look at me. and i fuck around with the fans because i have to distract myself from you or else i'll lose my mind. and i'm fucking tired of hearing you fuck other girls out there when i know i could treat you so much better. i just want you, and i'm tired of pretending that i don't." ellie sucked in a deep breath, almost winded from her rant. she slowly looked up, to find you looking at her with tears in your eyes.

"wha-," she started before you were practically leaping into her lap. you grabbed her face in your hands, forcing her to look at you.

"els, you have no idea how long i've waited to hear that."

you crashed your lips onto hers, meeting in a messy and desperate kiss. she whined into your mouth as you licked at her bottom lip, relishing in the fact that you were finally able to kiss her. pulling away, you left her breathless.

"sooo, you feel the same way?" ellie was flushed bright red, but all you could stare at was the love in her eyes and the prominence of the small freckles all over her nose and cheeks.

"yeah, i do. i love you, els."

"fuck me..."

"planning on it," you quipped back with a giggle and a smirk on your face.

"oh no, i didn't mean- we don't have to if you don't want to. we can go out on a date first, take it slow if you-" you stopped her ramblings with a kiss.

"els, i've been wanting to do this for so long. we're gonna this right now, okay? unless you don't want to, or?"

"no no i definitely want to i just wanted to make sure you didn't feel like we were rushing this."

"not at all, baby," you said with a smile, returning your lips to hers as as the kiss quickly got heated. ellie was whining into your mouth as her hands found your hips and your hands started to travel up under her wife pleaser. you started to tease her, finding that she had gone without a bra as your fingers brushed the underside of her small tits, making her shiver. her hands traveled lower on your body, cupping your ass and massaging lightly as you both moaned quietly, full of desperation and overwhelmed from the relief of the pent-up tension between you.

"fuck, els, go ahead and lay back for me,"

ellie looked up at you with a puzzled look on her face. "what, oh no, you really don't have to, this isn't about me."

"i promise i want to, okay? now lay back and let me play with that pretty pussy."

ellie nodded reluctantly, before laying back on the bed. you slid down to the floor so you were kneeling between her spread thighs, taking in the sight before helping ellie slide her boxers down her legs.

you could've cum from the scene before you. ellie was looking up at you with pure need in her eyes, desperate to feel your mouth, your fingers, whatever you would give her. she was absolutely dripping, so worked up just from kissing you, and her pussy was so pretty. she had a gorgeous happy trail leading down to her hairy pussy, and you couldn't believe it was all just for you.

"again, you really don't have to, girls usually don't-"

"shut up and let me taste you"

you dove in, your tongue finding her clit and causing her to moan above you, her thighs closing around your head before your grabbed them and pinned them to the bed. you finally reach her needy hole, already clenching and dripping for you as you start to fuck into her. you were moaning at the sweet taste of her as she pleaded above you.

ellie feels like she's in a dream. the girl she's been miserably pining over for months actually loves her back, and now that girl is between her thighs doing magical things with her tongue. already she's overwhelmed because no one's really ever pleasured her like this before, and she still can't believe that it's you that's making her feel like this.

"gonna use my fingers now, okay?"

ellie can only let out a high pitched whine as you take you hand off of one of her thighs, and bring it to her hole as your tongue finds her clit again. you suck lightly on her throbbing clit as you plunge your fingers in, slipping in easily from all her arousal and your spit.

you look up at her, making eye contact as you find that sweet spot inside her, speeding up the pace of your fingers to hit that spongey spot over and over again. ellie was seeing stars, and she was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

"fuck...gonna......cum....fuck"

"shh, baby, just relax. cum on my face els, i know you can do it baby."

without warning, her thighs tremble uncontrollably and she gushes all over the lower half of your face. you fuck her through her orgasm, slowly pumping your fingers in and out as you lick up her juices and carefully leave feather-light kisses all over her sensitive pussy.

she sits up on her elbows, smiling down at you as you finally pull away from her, putting your soaked fingers in your mouth and sucking, tasting her once more.

"holy fuck, baby. you're gonna be the death of me," ellie teases breathlessly. "now get your ass up here so i can return the favor."

you obey, climbing up into her lap. she smirks knowingly when she feels the wet fabric of your sleep shorts touch her thigh. her hands find the hem of your tank top, meeting your eyes for permission before slowly pulling the clothing off of you. she gasps when she sees that her suspicions were correct.

adorning your pretty puffy nipples are cute heart-shaped nipple piercings. her mouth gapes wordlessly, and you start to get worried at her silence.

"do you not like them?"

"oh my god, no, baby, i love them, i'm just speechless because they're so fucking pretty."

"oh," you giggle at her astonishment. "do you wanna suck on them?"

ellie doesn't even answer you before her mouth is latching onto your left tit, bringing her hand up to circle and pinch your right nipple as her tongue starts to flick deliciously and she starts to suck lightly.

you moan and gasp at every suck and lick, the pleasure almost overwhelming on your sensitive nipples. you grab ellie's hair harshly, pulling her hair impossibly closer, and feeling yourself soak your shorts even more when ellie moans at your roughness.

you start grinding yourself on ellie's thigh, seeking pleasure and relief from the wet mess that is now between your legs. "ellie…mmmf….need your fingers baby."

only continuing to worship your tits, ellie takes her free hand and snakes it down into your pants, moaning when she feels how you've dripping down your inner thighs. she circles your clit lightly before finding your hole and sliding two fingers in. her fingers move slowly, as she wants to savor the moment and the feeling of your puffy nipples in her mouth.

she continues alternating between your tits, making them shine in the light from all her spit. you move your hips to the rhythm of ellie's fingers, fucking them deeper into you. ellie is relentless on your tits, absolutely fixated on them as well as the feeling of your dripping and clenching pussy on her fingers.

you moans start to get louder as you let our desperate pleas for your release, babbling incoherently.

"ellie, please let me cum, oh god i just wanna cum."

ellie detaches from your nipple for just a few seconds to answer you, "cum for me baby, never said you couldn't."

and so you do, feeling your release drip all over ellie's hand as she enjoys the last few moments of her mouth on your tits, sucking on them through the waves of your orgasm before finally moving away, not wanting to painfully overstimulate you.

you're both speechless, just enjoying the bliss of your orgasms that is heightened by the few hits you took earlier.

"wow," you say, your thoughts too flighty to think of a more coherent statement.

"yeah, wow." ellie agrees.

wordlessly, she kisses your forehead and moves to place you down on the bed. she grabs washcloths and clean clothes from your bunk, cleaning you and herself up, wiping away all the sweat and cum. she helps you into your new clothes, and she dresses herself in comfortable sweats before moving to lay down next to you.

your mind is now clear of the fog from your orgasm, but the exhaustion has finally hit you, and you feel yourself drifting off as ellie pulls you into her muscular arms.

"love you els"

"love you more than you'll ever know, baby"

1 YEAR LATER ...

"thank you so much madison square garden, you've been amazing! have a great night, we love you new york!!" you call out in the roaring crowd, signaling the end of your show as you make your way off stage, ellie and dina in tow.

you enter the green room, in disbelief and still riding the high of the show as you're met with the sight of your opening acts relaxing and enjoying the refreshments and peace of backstage.

"holy fuck babe, i can't believe we just played the garden!!" ellie comes up behind you, scooping you up in her arms and kissing you passionately.

"i know els!! i'm so proud of us!!"

"get a room you two," dina grumbles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"babe? that's a surprise," a voice calls from the other side of the room. your head whips around to find it belongs to the lead singer of the first opening act for your show.

"excuse me?" you ask, your tone clearly full of annoyance and surprise.

"well, sorry, just never thought that either of you sluts would commit to a chick," he comments, smiling devilishly at your surprised look.

"what the actual fuck is your problem dude?" ellie shouts, before you can even think of a response.

"in my book, once a slut, always a slut," he taunts, causing a small chorus of laughter among his bandmates.

you and ellie move in sync towards the man, but a flash of dark brown hair is faster. dina steps in front of the man, winds up, and punches him clean in the nose, causing him to stumble backwards and fall as he trips over his own feet.

you and ellie stare in shock at dina's actions.

"i'd suggest you get the fuck out of here," dina says, seething. the band members quickly scramble to the feet before practically sprinting out of the room. "oh, and you're never opening for us again, you sick fucks!"

dina smiles as they exit the room, before turning to you and ellie as you're both still frozen in shock.

"what? no one messes with my favorite couple."

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hope y'all liked this!! i honestly love the rockstar au and i'm totally willing to do more fics and drabbles with these characters!! send me some asks if y'all want more :)

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In a Heartbeat: Chapter Two

FANDOM: EXTRACTION

PAIRING: TYLER RAKE AND ESME DRUMMOND (ESTABLISHED OFC)

WARNINGS: angst. Big time angst.

SUMMARY:  Dhaka nearly ended everything before it even began.  In it’s aftermath and with Tyler’s life teetering on the threshold between life and death, Esme is about to realize just how strong she can be.  And that love happens when it happens. There’s no rules. No rhyme or reason. No timeline.  

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Chapter Text

“Nik found us a little place,” Esme announces, as she tends to his beard; using a pocket comb to make her way through the wiry hair. “In Austria. Just on the outskirts of Gmunden. It looks really pretty; it’s right on the edge of a lake and it’s surrounded by trees and you can look out at the mountains.”

Reaching for a pair of cuticle scissors that rest on his chest, she chews on her bottom lip as she focuses on snipping the wiry hair. The gray is more noticeable now that his beard is longer and thicker, and she momentarily pauses her work and carefully studies his face and hair; enjoying how the strands of silver sparkle in the sunlight that streams into the room. They’re a sign of wisdom and experience; testaments to life often lived on the edge that take up residence at his temples, the nape of his neck, and throughout the wild top tresses.

“You know…” She uses the comb to sweep his bangs off his forehead and away from his eyes. “…I’m really digging this older guy vibe you’ve got going on. It’s kinda sexy; all the gray hair you’ve sprouted over the past five months. Once you hit fifty? You are going to be one hell of a hot silver fox. I’m going to have to beat the women off with a stick. And probably a few men.”

Returning to the task at hand, she carefully trims the hair above his top lip; mindful of the combination of breathing and feeding tubes that have been keeping him alive and nourished. When it became apparent that she was going to continue to ‘stand off’ against them, the doctors had -albeit reluctantly- switched their course of care; ordering the nurses to teach Esme the basics in case they’re ever short-staffed and other patients need to be of higher priority. She knows their excuses are bullshit; that they’re simply tired of her constant presence and her refusal to spare them the work of looking after someone they’ve already written off as a loss. And she’s also aware that they’re just biding their time until legal paperwork is drawn up and processed; licking their lips in anticipation of when they can serve her with a court order to have him removed from the machines.

Yet their pressure -both passive and actively aggressive- doesn’t sway her. Despite being both physically and mentally exhausted, she is staying the course; digging her heels in even deeper and willingly and readily accepting any ‘task’ they want to assign her.

“I am NOT very good at this,” Esme laments, as she returns to trimming his beard. “I am definitely not cut out to be a hair stylist, that’s for sure. You know what we’re going to do as soon as you’re out of here? Get you to a good barber. Because you’re starting to look homeless and unloved and I don’t need some bleeding heart picking you up off the street like you’re a stray.”

She hums as she works; upbeat show tunes and Beatles medleys that help keep her spirits up. They’ve been waning lately; the darkness she’d successfully fought off for so long now a near-constant presence. In two weeks it will be six months since he was declared ‘clinically dead’ and placed on the respirator. Half a year since she’d last seen him open his eyes and heard his voice; vividly able to recall those last few minutes that they’d spent together in Dhaka. Tucked away in that litter-strewn alley as dawn broke around them, unabashedly crying when he broke the news that he was going to send her off with Saju and Ovi. There was a better chance she’d make it there -and successfully get across the bridge- if they split up; he’d act as a decoy by creating chaos within the heart of town and drawing the enormous police and military presence away from the checkpoints. He’d admitted he wouldn’t be able to focus if she was with him; afraid he’d become so obsessed with her safety and well-being that he’d make simple, stupid mistakes. And in turn, cause BOTH of their demises.

On her part, there’d been anger. Confusion. Heartache. She’d initially lashed out at him and accused him of lying to her over the course of the last five days; none of the softer and adoring words had been true, and neither had been the hopes for a future or their plans to travel together. And when she’d seen the hurt that darkened his eyes and furrowed his brow and tensed his shoulders, she had changed her tactic; begging and pleading with him to change his mind. She’d be able to handle herself. Promising that she’d stick tight to him and wouldn’t be a burden or a distraction; he’d be able to focus on the job at hand. After all, he was the first person that had ever made her feel safe and secure. Protected. And it absolutely terrified her to have that suddenly snatched away.

It had felt like hours had passed since their initial goodbye; still feeling the callouses on his skin as he gently cradled her cheek in his palm, her lips still tingling from that long, shockingly tender kiss. And those words…spoken just before they parted…still echoing in her ears.

“I’ll see you when I see you.”

It was the second time he’d said it. In less than thirty-six hours. Just that very morning he’d unexpectedly dropped it upon; a genuinely tender and hopeful moment as they parted ways at the extraction point. The drive there had been spent in silence; Tyler making the quick and effortless transition from the soft-spoken and attentive man she’d been intimate and shared secrets with to ruthless and calculated mercenary.

Yet it hadn’t frightened her. His mere presence and his smell and the glances and reassuring smiles he’d cast in her direction made sure of that. He may have become ‘all business’, but the other Tyler was just lingering just at the surface; the one that had shared his deepest and darkest confessions with her and who’d cried when talking about his son and his fight with cancer and the horrible decision he’d made prior to his death. And who’d shown every end of the sexual spectrum during their times behind closed doors; rough and aggressive and domineering one moment, slow and tender and worshipping the next.

She had never met anyone like him. In more ways than one.

And it was right before she began her trek through the forest and towards the river when it became abundantly clear that every kiss they’d shared, every secret spilled, every tear they’d shed, had all been real. He had meant the words he’d said; the excitement he’d shown at the idea of travelling together and of even seeing her birthplace and meeting her family. And the optimism he’d shown when talking about the possibility of a future…a REAL future…together.

Although a simple moment, it had seemed so deeply personal and intimate; the way he’d pulled that bulletproof vest over her head and made sure it was tightly and securely fastened. Already so protective; forgetting about her own background in the military and her years spent on the job in his quest and desire to keep her safe and sound. No one had ever made her feel that way before; nurturing and adoring and caring instead of being indifferent or malicious in both their words and their actions.

While Mark and all his cruel words and taunts, beatings and sexual assaults had stripped her of every ounce of trust in men, it had taken Tyler less than a week to restore not only her faith in others, but the most primal of needs and urges. Sex had never been a priority; it’s hard to find yourself THAT attracted to someone when you’d spent years having the most basic and most vile and degrading acts forced upon you. But with Tyler, it had been near instantaneous. An attraction that she’d felt the moment of their introduction in the outback; when one of those enormous, calloused and scarred hands had practically swallowed one of her own. The stories alone should have left her intimidated; the scores of incredibly dangerous missions he’d been involved in and the trails of blood and rotting corpses he left behind.

It was his eyes. Brilliant yet soulful blue; a humanity and a tenderness that he kept buried just under the surface. He wasn’t as broken or as soulless as he perceived himself to be; not truly the empty shell that he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t turned to stone despite the hardships of the life he’d been living; instead his grief, guilt, and heartache so enormous and overwhelming that they left him numb and jaded to anything beyond his four walls. His addictions were proof that he was still very much alive; a troubled, lonely, touch-starved man that sought out unhealthy ways to ease both his physical and mental suffering.

She’d been privy to those sides he’d long buried. In the same way she had so blindly and wholly trusted him, he had done the same with her. Speaking openly and honestly about his son and the cancer that had not only robbed him of his life, but his father’s comforting and loving presence in those final moments. He spoke about his alcoholism and his addiction to pain meds; how he’d tried to stop on many occasions but found the suffering just too difficult to bear. And he confessed to the death wish he’d been carrying around since he’d abandoned his child; not really wanting a sniper’s bullet to cut him down in the middle of the job, but wholeheartedly believing he deserved it.

While he’d wanted to change and continued to desperately cling to any semblance of life, he didn’t quite know how to tackle his demons or fix the issues that surrounded him. He’d never been taught healthy coping mechanisms; not allowed to mourn the loss of his mother or to even show some glimmer of emotion during her funeral or those long days and nights of grieving that followed. It was a sign of weakness, after all. A real man didn’t react from the heart, let alone speak from it. And his father would simply not allow a ‘fragile and pathetic’ man to live under his roof.

And then one day, after years of beatings and cruelty, that abused and tormented child transformed into a deeply troubled man. Saddled with decades of trauma and toxic masculinity that his father had so viciously beat into him.

“I’ll see you when I see you.”

He’d spoken those words after making sure every piece of velcro on her vest was attached ‘just right’, then grabbed hold of the shoulder straps and pulled her into a kiss. It had been long and languid and heartbreakingly tender; nowhere near as intense and hungry and desperate as those they’d shared over the course of five days, but incredible in its own right. A kiss that held so much promise and a tinge of worry. A potent mixture of hope, optimism, and fear. The best-case scenario would be that the job went according to plan; he’d successfully rescue Ovi and return to the extraction point in less than two hours’ time. Unscathed. After that they’d be free; they’d get to safety, collect their money, and make good on all the plans they’d made. The worst-case scenario was the mission being an epic failure. And their parting words -ones made with the best intentions- would turn out to be a permanent goodbye.

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It feels like a lifetime ago. Mahajan’s double-crossing, the brutal and untimely deaths of their team members, Saju’s relentless hunt in a desperate bid to save his own family. So many things had gone wrong in such a short period of time; a struggle to survive in litter-strewn alleys and sewers filled with feces, garbage, and rats. They hadn’t had a chance to relax; unable to catch their breath before the next disaster came charging full speed ahead. And it was out of desperation that Tyler had played the one card he still had up his sleeve; someone he’d known for years and had always been able to trust. After all, he’d saved the man’s life on more than one occasion. If that wasn’t deserving of even the tiniest bit of help, what was?

Neither could have known - as they lay in a mess of tangled sheets and naked limbs in the bed of Gaspar’s guest room, that the worst was yet to come. Holding onto a semblance of hope that they’d walked through the fires of hell and somehow lived to tell about it. Believing they’d simply lie low for a couple of days and then be on their way; wait for the pandemonium to settle and then move about somewhat freely and easily.

Only friends are sometimes your worst enemies. Gaspar’s allegiance with Asif and his subsequent betrayal had led to disaster; an attempt to kill Tyler in order to get his hands on her and Ovi and the ten million dollar ‘prize’ that he’d be rewarded with. And in the end, it had been the fifteen-year-old that had pulled the trigger; saving all of their lives yet setting the stage for what would be the most difficult hour of their entire lives.

Crossing the bridge.

It’s still so vivid. The wails of the injured and the dying. The smell of fire, gunpowder and spilt gasoline. The pollution wafting off the filthy water. The blistering sun and the suffocating humidity. The taste of her own sweat as it dripped from her nose and gathered along her top lip. And the blood. So much blood. Covering her hands and staining her clothes. The scent of copper as it hung heavily in the air. And the fear and panic in Tyler’s eyes as he straddled the threshold between life and death. His body impossibly heavy as it lay across her lap; his battered and bloodied hands desperately clutching the front of her shirt as he gasped for breath.

She briefly closes her eyes; pushing back the flood of tears and the painful, traumatic memories. Still unable to think about those moments before help had finally arrived; how minutes had seemed hours as she sat -a filthy, sobbing, terrified mess- with her fingers shoved in the bullet wound in order to staunch his heavy bleeding. Wondering if perhaps her efforts would be all for nothing; Asif’s remaining men making their way to the bridge and discovering them there. Alive Tyler would immediately be killed; they would have made sure she watched as they put a bullet -or several- into his already beaten and broken body. Her fate would have been so much worse; likely kept captive -for days, weeks, even MONTHS- and abused in every possible way. All she would have been able to do was suffer through it; unable to fight back against the strength and the power -and the amount- of her attackers. She’d never been a praying person; she didn’t necessarily believe or not believe when it came to a higher power. But during moments of solitude, she would have begged and pleaded to anyone…anything…to permanently end her torment.

Gathering her composure, she shoves all thoughts of Dhaka aside and returns to the task at hand; slowly and carefully trimming his beard, mindful of the hairs that crowd close to the ventilation and feeding tubes. She misses his face; the one that wasn’t taken over by life-saving measures. It’s been so long since she’s seen it; whether it be that slow, boyish smile or that sly, almost mischievous smirk or the intensity that narrows his eyes and furrows his brow. And his eyes; a brilliant, captivating blue that can quickly transform to dark and stormy. She’d been privy to so many things during those five days in Dhaka; body language and facial expressions and sides to him that he’d never allowed anyone else to see.

And she’s not ready to give any one of them up.

“So about this place. In Austria…” She moves to the bedside table and opens the top drawer; placing the comb and scissors inside and then picking up a pair of nail clippers. “…I think it’s perfect for us. It’s in the middle of nowhere; surrounded by trees and mountains and it’s right on the water. It’s got two bedrooms and one and a half baths and the cutest open-concept living room and kitchen combo. It’s not luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but it IS comfortable. Quaint. And I don’t think we need much more than that, do you?”

Picking up his right hand, she patiently and gently tends to his nails. “I mean, I know it’s going to be pretty damn cold in the winter. And there’s going to be a lot of snow. But I’m used to it. I grew up in Colorado, remember? I know it’ll be a hard adjustment for an Aussie; you’re used to sun and sand and surf. But I think you’ll do alright. Actually, I KNOW you’ll do alright.”

When the conversation runs dry, she once more returns to humming as she works; finishing the rest of his nails before applying a hospital-provided moisturizer to both hands. Concentrating on the callouses on his palms and the one on the tip of his trigger finger; working the coconut-scened lotion into rough, thickened skin.

“I bet you haven’t been pampered like this in a long time,” she says, as she firmly massages his wrists, fingers, and thumbs. Diligently working at loosening the ligaments and tendons that have tightened over the course of the last six months. “If EVER. And I don’t mean to make it sound like I hate doing this, but buddy, you owe me one hell of a back rub when we finally get the hell out of here.”

It helps. Talking about the ‘when’ instead of the ‘if’. It’s the one thing that has kept her grounded and sane for half of a year; the plans they’d made and her determination to see them through. As long as she holds onto that little bit of hope, she hasn’t lost complete control of the situation; managing to keep death lingering at a comfortable distance while she navigates the grey and the gloom between here and there. If she allows herself to use the word ‘maybe’, she’s written him off; handed him the same death sentence that all the doctors and even Nik and Yaz have burdened him with. She refuses to give up; taking every flinch and flicker of his eyelids and twitch of his fingers or toes as a sign that he’s still fighting.

And nowhere close to surrendering.

She takes care of his hair next; spritzing it down with mandarin-scented detangler before making her way through with both brush and comb. Slipping a hand between him and the bed and gently lifting his head from the pillow; apologizing profusely when she feels as if she’s yanked a little too hard at the knots. And as exhausted as she is, she finds herself somewhat enjoying the tasks that she’s been given; a natural-born caretaker who’d been neglected and touch starved most of her life and in turn, wanted to make sure no one else experienced the same things. A mother hen so to speak; badly longing to protect and nurture another human being but never getting the opportunity to do so.

Until now.

“Pretty shitty circumstances though,” she says aloud, and drops the hair care tools into the top drawer of the nightstand. “I think I’d take the worst possible case of man flu over this any day of the week.”

Guilt immediately sets in. Worried that IF he truly can hear her and understand what’s being said, he’ll assume she feels he’s a burden. That the blame lies solely upon him in terms of her emotional and physical exhaustion and that she’s simply stuck by his side out of a feeling of misplaced servitude. He had saved her life in Dhaka, after all. Surely that must make her feel as if she owes him. That waiting on him hand and foot and perhaps even feeding him and cleaning his ass for the rest of his life is merely payback.

“I don’t really mean that you know.” She’s quick to apologize; using her hip to close the drawer on the nightstand and then leaning against the railing of the bed. And she chews nervously on her bottom lip as two fingertips swipe his bangs off his forehead and away from his eyes. “Not in the way it probably sounded. I don’t mind doing all this stuff. I WANT to do it. And I know you’d probably do the same for me. I just meant that it’s shitty circumstances that got us here. I’m sure you’d rather be anywhere else.”

Removing a tube of chapstick from the pocket of her hoodie, she snaps off the cap and leans over the bed railing. “You’re totally drying out here,” she laments, mindful of the breathing and feeding tube as she glides the bubblegum-flavoured concoction over his top lip, followed by the bottom. “I’m sorry it’s not the strawberry one you got used to in Dhaka. Remember how you always used to mention it? Every time you kissed me? About liking the taste of it? I ran out. And this cherry one was the closest thing I could find to it in the pharmacy here. There…” She uses a fingertip to clear excess from his lips. “…totally kissable now. Not that I wouldn’t kiss you before, but…” Pressing a kiss to each corner of his mouth. “…it makes it a little better.”

Pocketing the balm, she reaches for the lever on the bedrail and sets it into the down position. Gently straightening and smoothing out his blankets, she fluffs both the pillow behind his head and the one that supports his back before taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

“Tyler…” She takes one of his hands in both her own. “…we need to have a little chat. I know it’s kind of unfair right now; you can’t exactly give an opinion or argue with me. And I promise that once you’re out here and back to normal, I MAY let you get a word in edge-wise from time to time. But for now, there’s some things I need to say. That I’d rather you hear now than never hear them at all, you know? Because…”

Sighing, she anxiously yanks the elastic out of her ponytail; shaking her long, dark tresses for before simply gathering them up and putting them back once again. “Look, you’ve been amazing, okay? You’ve done everything I’ve asked you to do; when it comes to giving me little signs that you’re making your way back to me. And I’m so proud of you; I know you’re tired and you’re healing but you’re still trying to help me out. That’s why it kills me that I have to do this. That I have to ask for more.”

She turns his palm up to face her and commences drawing slow, smooth patterns on it with the tip of her finger. Her eyes riveted on the beside monitor; a smile spreading across her face when his heart rate escalates.

“I keep telling them. That you ALWAYS respond to that. And that you’ve been responding to other things, too. I told them you’ll wiggle your toes or your fingers when I ask and how sometimes your eyelashes will flutter and other times you try and put your hand on top of mine. They don’t believe me; they think it’s all in my head. They keep saying that you’d do for them and the nurses if it was intentional. And you know what I said? I said ‘maybe he just doesn’t give a shit about any of you’.”

Sighing, she reaches up to tuck wayward strands of hair behind her ears.

“Tyler, I know I’ve asked a lot. And that you’ve worked really hard to give me what I asked. I know you’re tired; you’re trying to build up your strength so you can wake up and get the hell out of here. But we’re running out of time, babe. I told them I’d shut things off at the start of the sixth month; that’s only a couple of weeks away. I don’t want to do it, believe me. I want to keep you on these machines for as long as I can; until you’re a hundred percent ready to come off them. But if I don’t do what I promised, they’re going to take me to court. And they’ll get an order to override me and do what they want. I don’t want it coming to that. You deserve so much better than THAT. So this is where I need your help. AGAIN. I need you to do more, okay? I need a bigger sign. One that the doctors can’t brush off. I need something that says you’re almost ready; you’re stronger and you’re healthier and you’re almost at the finish line. I don’t want to say that I’m desperate, but I am. I really need this. I really need YOU. Because I’m starting to get really scared and you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel safe and protected and…” She valiantly struggles to hold back a flood of tears. “…and I never knew I even needed to feel those things. So please? Just do something. Anything. That shows them they’re wrong. Please.”

She waits for a sign. Another increase in heart rate. A flicker of his eyes. The wiggle of fingers and toes. And she’s crestfallen when nothing happens.

“You’re probably sleeping,” she laments, then slaps a hand against her forehead. “God I am so fucking stupid. Of COURSE you’re sleeping. You’re in a coma for Christ’s sake. I’m starting to lose it. I really am. I’m even talking to myself lately. Out loud. You can’t tell me THAT’S normal. And there’s one more thing…” She laces her fingers through his. “Now is going to be harder than I thought. To say what I need to. I don’t even know what I’m so scared of; it’s not you’re awake and you can laugh at me or act disgusted or just totally shoot me down. But I need to get it off my chest. Because if something does go wrong and something bad DOES happen, I’d never forgive myself for not telling you. So here it goes…”

Sighing heavily, she steels herself.

“I love you, Tyler. And I know what you’re probably thinking; about how it’s way too soon and that there’s no way you can love someone so quickly. Believe me, I never thought it was possible either. Until it happened. I don’t expect you to feel the same way; it’s not like you’ve spent the last five months like I have. Dhaka probably seems like just yesterday in your mind. I don’t expect you to wake up and say it back; not unless you FEEL it. And maybe you never will. I don’t know. Maybe those five days were as good as things were going to get. But I HAD to tell you. And to be honest, I needed to admit it to myself, too.”

For several minutes she sits in silence; tightly clasping his hand and watching his face for any change. The curl of a lip or the flutter of eyelashes or the swell of a cheek with an attempt of a smile. He’d been showing remarkable progress within the last few days alone; voluntary movements of his hands and feet and a slight grimace of pain when the night nurse had to change IV sites. But today he’s motionless; not even the smallest of flinches. Peacefully at rest; his beard and nails trimmed, his hair combed, and his skin warm to the touch.

“I’m going to go and do my stuff,” she says, and lifts his hand to her face; pressing a kiss to each battered knuckle and at the base of his wrist. “Do some yoga, take a shower, go down the hall to the kitchen and get something to eat. So I’m gonna just let you rest and…”

The moment she slips off the edge of the bed, his hand tightens around hers. Not with the strength of a man who’d been declared clinically dead and was relying on machines to keep him alive, but the strength of someone still very much alive. And fighting like hell.

“I knew it.” She allows the tears to come; cradling his cheek in her palm as she leans over the bed and rests her forehead against his. “I KNEW it.”

*****

Although running behind, she sticks to her morning schedule; simple ‘luxuries’ that she’s clung to to keep what’s remaining of her sanity. A lengthy and rejuvenating yoga routine that helps centre and ground; the furniture moved aside in the sitting area of Tyler’s private room to make space for herself and her mat. A long shower in one of the many ‘for family use only’ bathrooms; the pounding water working out the kinks in her neck and soothing the aches in her back and hips. Finished off with that first tea of the day and a quick and quiet breakfast. Steaming hot perfection combined with a bowl of yogurt, granola, and fresh fruit; always at the same table -and seat right next to the window- in the ICU’s small yet fully stocked and manned cafeteria.

It makes her feel human again. To focus on herself. But it’s fleeting and soon taken over by feelings of selfishness and guilt; ashamed that she’d allowed herself those moments of peace and clarity while Tyler continued to exist in that void between life and death.

But today is different. His response to her request for a more significant and more obvious sign and her profession of love has rejuvenated her; her confidence has returned to her step and her optimism and hope are both stronger than ever. She knows they’ll try and convince her it’s all in her head; gaslighting her into believing that she’s so desperate for a miracle that she’s become ‘delusional’ and is ‘highly imaginative’. But she knows for sure that his squeeze of the hand was the real deal; it was strong and assuring and sending a clear, unwavering message that he’d not only heard her pleas and requests, but was doing his best to acknowledge AND answer them. And now only one real challenge remains. Getting him to show the nurses and the doctors the same responses when they speak to him.

“This place is getting busy again,” Esme announces as she re-enters his room, her soiled yoga shorts and tank in hand; stuffing the latter into a near overflowing she’s been promising to take down the laundry room for over a week. “Remember how I was talking about all those rooms opening up? People getting shipped up to normal wards? Well, they’re full again.” Sighing, she gathers her damp hair in both hands and styles it into a haphazard bun; securing it with the elastic she keeps around one wrist. “A lot of pretty young people, too. I don’t what’s going on and how they’re getting so sick or so hurt, but…”

A barely audible grunt from across the room interrupts her mid-sentence. The anxiety is immediate; her stomach clenching and her jaw tightening as she tries to digest the never heard before sound. Any change of the ’norm’ brings about near panic; a fear that something different automatically means disaster. And her brows are knit together and her eyes are narrowed as she apprehensively glances over her shoulder.

His eyes open. Barely. The gaze is groggy. Confused. But steadily fixed upon her.

“Tyler?”

Another grunt. His eyes briefly closing before he raises a hand; trembling furiously as it reaches for the breathing tube.

“No! No! No!” Dropping her remaining belongings on the floor, she rushes to his bedside; fingers curling around his wrist. “Don’t touch that. You’ll yank it out. Hurt yourself. The nurse needs to do it for you. Can you see me? Hear me? Do you understand what I’m saying? Blink if you do.”

He obliges her request.

“What are you doing awake? What…?” Her words are cut off by a choked sob; one of pure shock and disbelief. And she wraps both arms around his neck and presses a kiss to his temple; tears spilling down her cheeks as she rests her head upon his shoulder. “You prick! Leave it to you to wait until I was out of the room!”

It takes tremendous effort and strength, but his hand comes to rest in the middle of her back; rubbing it in slow, smooth circles in an attempt to console her.

“You know how long I waited for this moment?” Pulling away, she lovingly ruffles his hair. “Almost six months! A half a year! I’ve thought about it every day. What it would be like when it happened. And what do you do? You go ahead and totally ruin it for me!”

He attempts a sorry. Words unable to get passed the tubes shoved down his throat.

“I’m just teasing you. Just giving you a hard time. Don’t try and talk, okay? Not until they get those things out of you. Do you know where you are?”

A small nod.

“Do you remember what happened? Do you know why you’re here?”

Another. Followed by heavy-lidded eyes surveying the room; brow furrowing at the sight of the various bedside machines and the wires attached to various parts of his body. And when he looks back at her there’s a mixture of emotions written on his face; a heavy dose of fear and concern.

“I know it’s a hell of a thing to wake up to. Being here. And I know you’re probably really confused right now. Your mind is probably all fuzzy. Nothing much is making sense, huh? You’re probably scared, too. I would be too.”

He raises a hand; knuckles brushing against her cheek before his arm once more falls heavily onto the bed.

“I’m okay,” she assures him, as she sinks down onto the edge of the bed and takes his hand in both of hers. “And so is Ovi. Nik’s had people with him ever since he got home. They follow him everywhere; keep a close eye on him. Just in case.”

His brow furrows as he regards her intently.

“I’m fine,” she stresses. “I was a bit banged up. Nothing serious. I’ve had a hell of a lot worse, believe me. I didn’t even need to spend the night here. Not as a patient, anyway. You did what you promised. You got Ovi out of there. You got him home. Safe and sound. It’s over. It’s all over. It’s been over for months now.”

Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling. Tears sparkling in his eyes.

“I know you’re probably really confused. You’ve probably got a lot of questions. But you’ve been here for six months. So have I. I wanted to make sure that you were taken care of. That no one would give up on you. And I knew this was going to happen. I knew you were going to fight your way back. That you weren’t ready to give up. You weren’t ready to leave.”

He shakes his head.

“The conceited part of me wants to say it’s all because of me. That I’m the reason you’re still here. That you made your way back just for me. But…”

His eyes find hers once more; hand squeezing hers as tight as his weakened body will allow.

“Sweet talker,” she chides, and leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You try and rest, okay? I’m just going to go and call your nurse and she can contact your doctor or come and check you herself. Whatever she needs to do. I just…”

His grip tightens on her as she slips off the bed. The fear once more returning to his eyes.

“I’m not leaving, I just need to get your call button. It’s on the other side of the bed. I need to use it to get your nurse in here. Don’t worry…” Pushing a hand through his hair, she places her lips against his brow. “I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not EVER.”

*****

It seems so different now.

So foreign.

Almost uncomfortable.

It’s so quiet. All the bedside machines unplugged; dark and silent and shoved into a corner of the room. She had gotten so used to it; the hiss and the hums, the beeps and the clicks. The noises quickly becoming a part of her new existence; blending in with the chatter of the staff as they wandered the halls and the rattle of gurneys as they passed by the room. And she almost misses them; unaware of how familiar and routine they’d gotten until they suddenly ceased to exist. They had been a security blanket almost; something steady and constant that had signified life and hope and had kept her going at even her darkest and most difficult of moments.

He sleeps soundly; aided by powerful painkillers given through an IV line and fed to him through a programmed pump. She’d insisted on it; reminding them of the addiction issues that had been previously addressed and admitting -painfully- that he couldn’t be trusted to administer to himself. They’re hard things to accept; the powerful and all-consuming ties he has to both alcohol and Oxycontin. In Dhaka they’d briefly talked about it; he’d confessed to his addictions and admitted that he wanted to break free of their clutches. Getting clean was a priority now that he had someone in his life; he wanted to be rid of the worst of his vices, no matter how difficult it would be to walk away from them.

“You make me want to be a better man,” he’d announced, the sincerity in both his voice and his eyes had making her choke up. No one had ever given her a more beautiful compliment. Such honest and heartfelt words coming from someone like him; a phenomenally strong, seemingly fearless man weighed down by the enormity of his mistakes. Carrying around the burdens of guilt and grief and regret.

Not of that exists right now. He’s temporarily at peace; free of the monsters and the demons that have plagued him for years. His unassisted breathing slow and deep and rhythmic; his weakened and battered body trying to build whatever strength it can in order to begin the long, arduous road of healing. His skin is pale and the circles under his eyes dark and haunting; she’s already promised to get him out into the sunshine as soon as the doctors feel he’s up to it. He sleeps with his face turned towards her; unruly hair splayed out across his pillow and looking shades darker against the crisp white sheets. And there’s a slight smile curving his lips; perhaps feeling the tremendous relief that comes with walking through the darkest and deepest recesses of hell and living to tell about them.

Despite there still being a long and arduous road ahead, she feels as if a tremendous weight has been lifted off her shoulders; no longer concerned with deadlines and ultimatums and feeling an immense satisfaction at the doctors being proven wrong. And it had taken everything she had not to gloat when the primary care physician finally showed up to asses Tyler’s current physical and mental state and remove him from the machines. Feeling an immense sense of pride in him when he was able to answer -using nods or shakes of the head- basic questions regarding both his and her identity. Showing no signs of coma-induced amnesia; knowing her name and not only how they met, but how he ended up in the hospital in the first place. The line of questioning had been short and simple, but had immensely irritated him; the darkness in his eyes as he glared at the doctor gave a clear cut message: the interrogation was pointless, he wasn’t stupid, and he was simply tired of the other man’s shit.

The extubation hadn’t gone as smoothly as staff had hoped. What should have been simple and routine became a three ring circus when she was asked to leave the room; Tyler immediately panicking at the mere thought and his heart rate and blood pressure spiking to near dangerous levels as his fight or flight response kicked into high gear. Shockingly angry and strong for someone who’d been in a coma for half a year and only minutes before had appeared weak and docile. And with that the arguing and the threatening had began; Esme insisting that it was in his best interest if she was allowed to remain in the room where he could keep his eyes on her at the very least.

“He’s scared,” she’d informed them. “He’s scared and he’s confused. And I’m the one thing that’s been constant for the last six months. I’ve ALWAYS been here. He’s gotten used to that. What harm is it going to do if I hang around? It’ll help, if anything.”

For several minutes the bickering back and forth had continued. As had Tyler’s kicking and thrashing about in bed and the threats of “sedating him for everyone else’s safety.” She refused to let that happen; there was no need to drug him up when simply letting her stay by his side and hold his hand and talk him through it would more than suffice.

Her tenacity and stubbornness had been the victors in the end. And she’d held his hand in one of her own; her lips pressed against his ear as she talked him through the entire process and whispered words of comfort and reassurance. Telling him she wasn’t going ANYWHERE; there was nothing and no one that could possibly tear her away. Not now. Not ever.

******

Exhaustion sets in, coming on strong and fast. It’s aided by her newfound optimism and the fears she’s been able to shed, and she welcomes the chance to rest with open arms. Carefully prying open his fingers in order to slip her hand out of his; his grip surprisingly strong and fuelled by his fear that if he stops touching her, she’ll simply disappear. But he’s sleeping soundly and neither movement nor absence of touch disturbs him; not offering up a single flinch as he continues to alternate between lightly snoring and murmuring in his sleep. And kicking off her slippers, she leans back in her chair; drawing her oversized hoodie tighter around her body and then stretching out her legs and placing her feet on the mattress. Giving him just enough contact that if he does wake, he won’t immediately panic; her toes tucked securely underneath the back of his left thigh.

When she wakes, the sun has shifted position in the sky; beams streaming through the courtyard’s glass roof and casting shadows upon the lobby’s walls and floor. For what seems like several long, tedious minutes she fights disorientation; her weary brain struggling to identify and make sense of the sights and sounds that had been part of her life for half a year. Yawning loudly, she presses the heels of her palms into her blurry eyes; keeping them closed as her hands move to her shoulders and she massages at the tight, aching muscles.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She gives a small start; eyes rapidly flicking open and falling on the nurse that busies herself on the opposite side of the bed.

The younger woman gives a sheepish, apologetic smile. “I tried to be as quiet as possible. Sorry.”

“No need to be. It wasn’t you. I think my neck was crying out for mercy. I didn’t even realize you were here.” Esme frowns as concern sets in. She hates how quickly it can grab hold of her; the panic that comes with the fear of losing the one thing…the one person…that you truly DO love. Her life had changed half a year ago. Meeting someone who was just as damaged and tarnished as she was.

It could have gone so horribly wrong; two hurt and lonely people only making each other worse.

“Is he alright?” She attempts to keep her anxiety under control; the mere thought of him having a setback and ending up worse than before just too much to bear. While all her spoken and unspoken pleas and promises had been both accepted and answered, it’s been a nagging worry; a quick and sudden regression that sentences him to a life in a near -or full- vegetative state.

Even then, she'd stick by his side. Put her entire life on hold in an effort to improve his. And provide whatever care he needed. No matter how 'hands on'. “He’s doing just fine. Breathing well on his own; his numbers never drop below ninety-five percent.”

“And that’s good, right? Especially considering how long he needed that machine for? To already have numbers that high…”

“It’s excellent. Far better than anyone expected.”

“No one expected much from him, did they? And they sure as hell wouldn’t listen to me. I told them; that he was responding to my voice and when I tickled his palm and sometimes when I combed his hair. I knew what I was talking about. It wasn’t all in my head. I wasn’t hysterical or crazy like they said.”

“No. You most certainly weren’t.”

“You were the only that believed me. That didn’t think I was nuts.”

“You fought with too much passion and too much conviction to be anything BUT truthful. I could tell in your voice and in your eyes; you truly believed what you were saying.”

“I may not have known Tyler very long, but I know that he wouldn’t give up without a fight. Maybe before he met me, he would have. But we talked about the future. OUR future. There was no way he was giving up on them. On me. On US.”

“I wish all of the patients here at someone like you in their corner. I like to think that if they did, they’d heal a lot faster; knowing that someone is fighting for them and making sure they get nothing but the best. Do you know how many have no one? Whose families have just given up and stopped coming altogether?”

“I can’t even imagine being that way. Just abandoning someone. Especially someone I love. How do you live with yourself? How do you sleep at night? Pretending as if they don’t even exist anymore?”

“I don’t understand it myself.”

“It’s just so sad. The thought of them being all alone. No one caring about them. I know it’s not easy; seeing someone at their worst and not knowing if they’re going to make it or not. It’s hard; to lose someone you care about. But ignoring them and pretending they don’t exist doesn’t make it all go away.”

“And the guilt afterwards? The regret? If they DO die?”

“I couldn’t live with myself. I wasn’t going to do that to Tyler; just leave him here and go on with my life. I didn’t want him to be alone. He deserves so much better than that. And if he was going to die, I was going to make sure he had someone here with him.”

“I assumed you’d been with him for a long time. Considering how hard you fought. How you wouldn’t back down.”

“I know it doesn’t make sense. The way I am. So soon after meeting someone. But I know how I feel. About him. And I know it isn’t wrong. Because nothing wrong could ever feel this right.”

“There’s no rules. No time limit. Whether it’s weeks, months or years that you’ve known someone. And don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

“They don’t even try anymore,” Esme laughs, and leans back in her chair. “They know it’s a lost cause. My family gave up a long time ago.”

For several minutes they go co-exist in silence; Esme watching as the nurse tends to replacing IV and catheter bags, resetting the timer on the pain pump, and using an iPad to jot down the various numbers in regard to his vitals. And she’s beginning to doze off once more when the younger woman’s voice captures her attention; her head snapping up and her eyes flickering open.

“He’s got quite the hold on you there,” the nurse nods down at the bed; Tyler’s hand covering one of Esme’s feet in a surprisingly strong grip.

She wonders when he’d done it. If it was a subconscious moment while he was sleeping or if he’d woken up briefly and intentionally took hold of her. “He’s protective. Even while he’s like this. Just wants to keep an eye on me. Make sure nothing bad happens. Or I don’t get away.”

“I don’t think he has to worry about that. Especially that last part. You know, if you want to get out of here for a bit, I don’t mind sticking around. This was my last patient for these rounds. So if you want to go grab a tea or something to eat or eve get some fresh air…”

“I don’t want to leave him alone. If he wakes up and I’m not here, he might freak out. He might…”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll be right here. Sitting with him. I don’t mind spending my break here. You need some time to yourself. Even if it’s just to wander around a bit. Feel the sun on your face. The worst is over; he’s done his time in hell and come out the other side. You can breathe again.”

She chews on her bottom lip; considering the opportunity that’s been presented to her. And sighing, she turns her teary eyes towards the younger woman. “Please take care of him.”

“Of course. He’s in good hands.”

Giving a nod of approval and a smile of appreciation, she stands; pushing her chair away before approaching the side of the bed. Running her fingers through her hair before holding it back off his forehead; lips meeting warm, smooth skin.

“I’ll be right back,” she promises, a fingertip lightly trailing down the scar that inhabits the left side of his brow. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? I won’t be gone long. I’m not leaving. You don’t EVER have to worry about that.”

#Tyler and Esme series #In a Heartbeat #Tyler Rake fan fiction #Tyler Rake fanfic #Extraction fan fiction #Extraction fan fic #Chris Hemsworth #Tyler Rake #Extraction 2 #Extraction #Tyler Rake x OFC #Esme Drummond #Esme Rake

[thatwildnya]

Do you know about the game Spiritfarer? Because it has some really cute hug animations that made me think of your centaur AU! I just think hugging some of the guys would be really cozy/comforting - like soul revitalising cuddles you know?

Btw I love your writing very very very much - it sparks joy! Keep being awesome and stay hydrated! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

nya: hello, sorry for the late reply! both our wifi’s have been bad lately and we can’t spend much time on the internet without using data oof-

wild: neither of us have heard of the game but after looking up some gifs of the hugs i can say that hugs with the furry boys are just as comfortable and cozy as they look in the gifs.

the fluffiest boys are Silver, Lilia, Jack, Epel, and Rook. Rook (red fox) takes care of his fur so he can be close to Vil, otherwise he’d be covered in dirt and messy all the time from digging holes to hide his stuff like a fox.

Lilia has to constantly clean himself because he likes to hang out on the ceiling, where there’s a lot of dust. if he doesn’t anyone who tries to snuggle with him will get the sneezes.

Silver puts much more effort into his personal hygiene than his canon counterpart in this au. he adores mc (aka you) a lot and always wants to be at his best for them. if you’ve read the latest chapter introducing idia and ortho you can see how overprotective and in tune with mc he is.

Epel (jackalope) and Jack are always digging around the backyard and would track mud and dirt into the house often if someone wasn’t keeping an eye on them. you would think Vil is the reason they stopped but it was actually Silver. as mentioned above he’s always looking out for mc and is usually the first to reprimand the youngest for getting messy until they became teens.

hugging Silver and Rook is like cuddling a very soft and fluffy cat. they are both happy to lay on their back in their centaur forms so you can use their belly as a bed.

Jack won’t lay on his back unless he’s getting belly rubs because it’s uncomfortable for him to lay like that for long. he has no problem going full wolf and letting you cuddle into his side though.

Epel is the size of a flemish giant rabbit, he makes a good cuddle buddy when his antlers are gone for whatever reason. otherwise you’ll risk getting a cut from them, he tends to squirm in his sleep.

Lilia is the best of them all to use as a bed. his furry half is a bit warmer compared his skin half so you don’t need to use a heavy blanket, that’s what his wings are for. lay your head on his humanoid belly it’s like the cold side of a pillow. once he start singing you’ll be out for the count.

if our au gets more attention nya and i might start releasing little side stories of mc and their adventures with the boys. maybe we’ll start taking requests too.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #twst centaur au #questions questions questions

[sunshinesdaydream]

For the character asks, wolffe, fox, bly, cody

Thanks for the ask! I have some notes along the way here.

Wolffe

Sorry Wolffe's will be kind of Rebels Era-centric

one aspect about them i love He is the stereotypical curmudgeon with a heart of gold. Especially in Rebels era.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them I believe it was fear for his brothers that made him contact the Empire in Rebels. I'm guessing that scattered on that planet are probably other clones that are just trying to live out their years. Even if it were only the three of them, he was probably just trying to keep all aspects of the rebellion away for safety sake.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character He definitely has a tattoo in honor of Plo Koon and one for the Wolf pack.

He's very much a romantic. He loves the classic roses and dinner, dancing under the stars, sharing an umbrella in the rain, etc. His brothers don't tease him about this because the way he speaks of these things are as if it is the "proper" way to do things. Really he just loves giving his S/O this overt pageantry of romance.

Related to him, but not directly about him. I think that in Rebels when he says the Loth wolves fight just like his boys that some of the force energy of his boys were actually with him in the wolves at that time.

one character i love seeing them interact with C3PO. Weird, but let me explain. I really don't like C3PO, he annoys me much in the way that he does Wolffe. But Wolffe still listens and measures his stride to stay along side him at C3PO's normal pace instead of making the droid do the shuffle-run to keep up. It just demonstrates his actual personality.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more Ahsoka. I want to see them be semi-siblings because of Plo Koon.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character He struggled with Rex basically being default leader among the refuge clones post order 66. Not based on Rex's abilities, he knew how good Rex is. But his strict, more traditional military sensibilities made him feel that Rex should have handed that role over to a CC.

Fox

one aspect about them i love How he has become like the OC of the fandom.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them How important it is that he has become that. And how universal some of the headcanons of him are. Especially as he hunts not one, but two fan favorite characters and shoots one of them. That as a fandom we took that and turned it around.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character Other than he can intake more caf than any living being?

He loves plants, and wants to see what they are like in the wild having lived in durasteel and duracrete his entire life.

one character i love seeing them interact with

We don't get a lot of canon him interacting with anyone. But in fanon I love him interacting with the other CCs.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Cody. I do not like the headcanons that portray the rest of the GAR as looking down on the Corries. I think Cody especially knows exactly how hard of a job Fox has without the support that Cody himself gets from his Jedi General.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

This is actually for Fox and all of the Corries. The reason you don't see them without their helmets much is because they are hiding brothers among the ranks. The downside to the facial tattoos is sometimes when they are removed (in universe) it still looks like something may have been there. Also those with remarkable scaring. If all of them rarely go without their helmets around nat borns, they can hide people like Dogma. This was Fox's Idea and he works closely and covertly with the other CCs, particularly Cody, to absorb them without outside notice.

Cody

one aspect about them i love His kindness, his caring for people.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them I can't think of anything that isn't widely accepted.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

one character i love seeing them interact with Rex. It's clear as the series progresses how highly he thinks of Rex. Very my baby brother is a freaking prodigy, I can harass him but don't you dare say a single word against him. I will end you.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more Still Rex. We do get quite a bit of them together but they work so very well together.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character See this is where we get to Codywan. I'm very much a Codywan shipper. I primarily ship them romantically. But at the same time, as with Ezra and Sabine I could easily ship them platonically.

Either way after he leaves the Empire, Rex helps him get his chip removed, and he goes to live on Tatooine with Obi Wan.

The reason he isn't there in Kenobi is because he went off on a fishing trip on Seelos with his brothers and Obi Wan was depressed because his bestie/husband was gone.

So, admittedly I'll have to circle back to Bly. The poor sweetie, I really don't have much in the way of headcanons for him outside of shipping him with Aalya. I just gotta get a bit of watching him in and I'll have it. I WILL tag you in it so you still get the ask!

Character Ask Game-Star Wars

Headcanon Masterlist

#headcanon ask game #ask game #clone trooper headcanons #clone wars headcanons #star wars headcanons #Commander Fox #Commander Cody #Commander Wolffe #Sunshine Writes

[darkeninganon]

I'm not licensed and even I know that if you raise a wild animal around humans and don't teach them anything about being afraid and defending themselves that they're going to die if you release them into the wild

As painful as it sounds, a lot of people DON'T know that. They really think that nature will outweigh nurture. It.... doesn't.

Animals (humans, cats, dogs, birds, etc.) have an inherent desire to get the most out of the least amount of work. Where I live, so many people are "Homesteading" (aka, trying to raise chickens and produce in suburbia) that Cooper's Hawks are a MAJOR issue because they're overpopulated, inbred, and no longer migrating due to an abundance of food (livestock birds including chickens, turkeys, pigeons, and even the wild birds who try to nab some food).

They are no longer competing with a small food supply, so they don't see a reason to leave (migrate/kick out their kids).

Animals DO NOT WANT TO WORK for their food. It's part of the reason why rehabbing Corvidae and Raptors is so hard and they often CAN'T be released and either go to a sanctuary, zoo, or education center.

That isn't even taking into account the animals that just.... come out wrong. My mom and I have at least five right now that can never be released; and Eastern Cotton Tail with no fear of humans (Pug; runs up to us demanding food), a Red Squirrel (Jalapeno; literally followed a child into her house and let himself be picked up), and Albino Grey Squirrel (Snowflake; Albinos can't survive in the wild due to their condition), an opossum suffering from metabolic bone disease (Charleston; another rehabber who didn't know what they were doing), and a red fox (Nibblet; She was abandoned by mom and decided she liked humans now).

Pug, Jalapeno, Snowflake, and Charleston will stay with us; we have enough room and supplies to care for those four.

Nibblet is going to a center; where she will live with an older, blind red fox. We tried so hard to get Nibblet to stop being so friendly to people. We put two other fox pups in with her, we stopped interacting with her (excluding food and water). And yet, she still wants to come into our house. Not really to cuddle, but to play/just be in the area she perceives as "home".

That person is raising this fox to see people, cars, dogs, etc. as safe and okay to interact with. They're not. People will see that fox as having rabies and call the police/animal control.

That fox's life is going to be cut short and full of pain and suffering because of one person who can't let go of their ego.

#baka monarch #ask #Animals #animal rehabilitation #stupid people #Sorry this is so long #Also what is this new tagging way #I hate it

[occultdaddy]

Some thoughts for the karlnapity fae au I wrote a while ago. I'm thinking about working on it again. (and might rewrite part 1 for ao3) Some of this will be spoilers.

Karl is a monarch in a Seelie court. (I haven't decided on the courts in this au yet.) As said monarch he has the ability to alter the flow of time in his court, Seelie lands, and maybe even other parts of the Faerie. But not without great risks. Messing with time is always dangerous.

Sapnap is Karl's knight, and an Unseelie. One of the few, if not only, in Karl's court. Seelies tend to look down upon Unseelie, but you're pretty fucked if you show any of that infront of Karl. He has a lot of scars and while Unseelie warriors&knights usually tend to take pride in them, Sapnap's are hidden away under clothes and armor. The one on his throat and the cut in his brow are the exceptions. Sapnap knows more about humans than Karl as he's very close friends with Dream and George.

Quackity is human and a university student. Appearently in his friend group he's one of the few not in know about the fae.

I'm thinking BadBoyHalo is a wild fae. Wild fae are those not associated with any court. In this he's not Sapnap's father, but he did take care of him for a while.

Dream is human, but he's sligthly fae touched. He has a mask that lets him traverse the faerie on his own more easily and safely. George is also human and pretty close friend with Quackity as well.

Wilbur is half fae who pass as human. When Quackity finally finds out, some of the weird stuff he's said and done suddenly makes a lot more sense. Wilbur and Quackity are friends. Wilbur owns and works at the little book café Quackity likes to study at. He also lives in the appartment above the book café.

Philza was human. The thing about the Faerie is the longer you stay in it, the more it changes you. The Faerie and its people also happened to really take a liking to him, even long before he married one of the most powerful Unseelie Queens. Technically his title is royal consort, but her people regards him as their beloved King almost as much as she is their loved Queen.

Technoblade, Tubbo, and Tommy are all human. Techno is scarier than most fae and even to a lot of fae folk... That is if you don't know him. Tubbo and Tommy are def trouble makers than need to be saved from the Faerie from time to time.

Techno pretends to be upset that his best friend went off to basically be an unseelie King, but is extremely happy for him. Wilbur is how Phil and Kristin met. No actual family ties, but found family for sure.

Ranboo doesn't know he's fae, but he is a secretly a court heir. He befriends Tubbo and then Tommy and eventually somehow gets folded into the entire friend group.

Fundy is fae. There's some human in there, but generally if you're more than half fae you are fully considered fae. Half fae who can't pass as human and/or stays in the Faerie for long enough are often counted as fully fae as well. Sneaky fox you both love and hate.

I haven't decided on Niki, but felt bad leaving her out P: regardless of what she is, she has her own bakery and supply baked goods for Wilbur's book café.

Antfrost and Awesamdude are also wild fae. Though unlike BBH who has always been one, they used to be court affiliated.

Skeppy is a seelie, but mostly stays either with Bad or in the human ream. He often try to troll Technoblade, and fails. He usually wears glamour to look human even in the Faerie.

Callahan is jötunn. (This is me bringing in more lore from my own story. Sorry not sorry) Jötnar are forces of nature, even more so than fae. He's one of the few that are still around and actually interacts with others, even if he doesn't speak.

Ponk??? Human??? Yes.

Punz is human and Purpled is his younger fae brother.

Connor is Sonic.

#Karlnapity #Dsmp fae au #I haven't decided on other characters yet #Connor is obvs a joke #Or is it #dream smp #I don't think I want Wilbur to be Fundy's dad even tho it fits with him being mostly fae part human #Maybe younger half brother or more found family #Like if he's the dad it's adoptive #Also considering including non-dsmp mcytbers #Like we got Joko as a goblin #Why do you think he does all those goblin checks #Goblin as in a small fae creature like brownie or imp or kobolds #Folklore stuff #His true form would literally just be his lil avatar dude #Just a lil fella #Clown Pierce could be a Dullahan #That would be fuckin perfect #Slightly altered version but still OP #Watch me expand the entire thing to multiple fics when it was just supposed to me filling out the universe a little #But still mostly just centre around karlnapity

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Nick Wilde is based on Nick from Zootopia. He is a 25 year old shapeshifter, pawn shop employee, and uses he/him pronouns. He has the power of shifting. Nick is portrayed by Michael Evans Behling and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Growing up, it felt like the world was out to get him. Where Nick came from, ‘predators’ were seen as dangerous, and there was no hiding the shape he took in a town of shifters. He was a good kid; he followed the rules, said please and thank you, played nice, but none of that mattered. He was a fox, and foxes should be avoided. When he was harassed at school, teachers turned a blind eye, refusing to get involved with his kind. Still he tried to make friends. He thought he was making progress by joining the boy scouts, until a traumatic event at one of their meetings became his breaking point. He was still just a boy when he realized that whatever he did, he’d be seen as a criminal, so he may as well be one. From then on, he put his guard up and he refused to get close to anyone. He started a business out of conning people, travelling to surrounding towns where no one knew his name to make a living, and he was good at it. It upset his mother, but he decided a long time ago that he wasn’t going to be like her --- a kind, upstanding citizen walked all over for something out of her control, begging for scraps because no one wanted the reputation that came with hiring a fox. As much as he hated it, this was the life he lead. Then Judy came along. She was annoying, persistent, bossy, a goody-two-shoes... but she was also his only friend in the world.  Over the course of the investigation, Nick started to believe that he could trust them, and his annoyance turned into fondness. He stopped caring he’d been blackmailed into being their partner; for once, he had the chance to do something good, to put his skills to use, and he wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. He wasn’t going to watch her fail. He really thought they could do it, that they stood a chance. It felt like they were onto something until they awoke in a strange but charming little town with no memories of how they’d arrived. Soon after he got a job at the local pawn shop since Judy --- his walking, talking headache --- refused to let him fall back into being a conman. He knows she wants out, but if Nick was being honest, he wouldn’t mind staying. At least the people in Evermore don’t look down on him yet.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Flynn Rider: For some reason, Nick feels like they’re one in the same. He’s interested in getting to know him more as a person than a boss, but he’s cautious about trying to make friends. Only once has it worked out for him. ❀ Vanellope Von Schweetz: He knows what it’s like to be bullied, outcast for something beyond your control. Despite the tough guy act, Nick can’t help but feel a little sympathetic for her. ❀ Rosetta Fleur: Nick can’t tell if she’s into him or if she just doesn’t shut up. It’s better than the attention he’s used to getting, so he can’t find it in his heart to tell her to leave him alone, even when she’s driving him nuts.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#michael evans behling #nick wilde #zootopia #animated rp #tumblr rp #male bio #has powers #taken bio #taken male

[anonymousfoz]

Doomsday Uprising Part 3: Change

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Many years had gone by as Galaxy had reformed his land. It was much more green and life had seemly to return in full force to the planet. His days spent farming, exploring, and hunting. He expanded his cottage to house more people. If more people ever came, and he was right. He befriended and became part of a wild wolf pack. The radiation made the wild wolves more human-like. Able to stand up on their now extended long legs and talk to the best of their ability. They stayed at the other houses in the winter when food became scarce. He didn’t feel as lonely after this. Since after the majority left, a few wolves would always stay behind. He improved his magical ability and physical strength. Galaxy seemly did not age and the wound on his thigh remained. He had become desensitized to the pain, which allowed him to push past other pain in his later years. His old life felt like dreams, almost distant. However, it would all change soon.

It was any other normal night in the autumn season. Galaxy had gone to the other houses and made sure there was a heat source going all night to keep whatever wolf inside warm. He only had to do this to 5 other homes. The ginger returned to his own just before the sun had set. He quickly cooked himself a piece of boar meat, seasoned it to perfection, and enjoyed his dinner. He retired to his bedroom once the sun had fully set and closed his eyes, ready to start another day tomorrow. That’s when she returned. Demi teleported to the planet. She was back in her normal form. Orange fox ears, green pupils, and normal sclerae. Her iron chest plate appeared much shinier than her previous and her iron leggings were now replaced by mysterious metal from the fight. The goddess walked through the village, seeing how much had changed over the years. She had reached Galaxy’s cabin to find him dead asleep. She looked at him before touching him to attempt to wake him up. The man would not awake. She did not want to be violent with him as it could cause panic. So she waited until dawn. When the bearded man had awoken, He seemed to not see Demi in the darkness of his room. She let him go through his morning routine as she sat at his table waiting for him. Finally, he came, and the two locked eyes. She saw the same amount of fear in his eyes as the night of his banishment.

“Good to see that you are doing well,” she chimed. “Why are you back? Is my time here over? Do other clans want me dead?” He asked, his voice panicked. “No. Calm down. I’m just in to check in.” She had lied, and he knew it. “Tell me why you are really here.” “I was here because your time had come to an end. Your former clan no longer wanted to have you alive and sent me after.” His heart sunk. He forgot all about them. The flames? Firey Rebels! And the potatoes something… powered potatoes. “But I’m not going to murder you. You seemed to do the one thing your father could not.” “Which is?” The ginger man seemed confused and became intrigued. “Change. For the better and care for others. And that is all I could even ask of you. Which is why I am offering you a deal. A chance back to the life you once had. But it seems you do not want that back.” He sat for a moment and thought about what he was going to say. “I do not want to move, but it gets lonely from time to time when the wolves leave in the fall. And only a few stays. Maybe I don’t know some outcasts can come and stay here?” His response made Demi silent. Without realizing it, he gave an answer Demi wasn’t expecting. He had come full circle from slaughtering the outcasts and banished to trying to find a home for them. Demi had agreed and before long, she was gone. The day after Galaxy awoke to his thigh wound seemly disappearing and more people in his village. He did his typical routine and was about to head out when he saw something that wasn’t there before. A wooden box with the words “gift” carved into it. He had opened it to see the black chest plate from the night. It was not clearly the same, but it was meant for him. He stood confused as to why it was left before putting it on. He could find out later. First, he had to take care of his new people. And as the sun fully came up, he was gone. Doing what he did best. Farming, exploring, and hunting.

#doomsday uprising #fiction #writing #fantasy #writeblr #my writing

[niccymo]

The ‘Spice of Life’✨ Legacy Challenge

Sometimes playing the sims can get a little stale, and somewhat repetitive, especially The Sims 4. I know I can get stuck playing the same stories over and over again, so I decided to create this challenge to add a little excitement and variety to my, and hopefully your, game-play!

After all, variety is the spice of life!

Gen 1: The Wild Child

You’re a sim who loves to get down, go on adventures and spend time with other sims! You can be a bit of a handful for some sims, but that’s okay! You’ve been wild since the day you were born and you wouldn’t want to be any other way. You have about a million things you want to do in your life time and you’re gonna do them all!

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Dance Machine, Adventurous, Outgoing

Generation rules / goals:

Join the secret agent career and get to the top of it before your sim becomes an elder

Once your sim is an elder have them start a new job, keep them on their toes!

Complete the Friend of the Animals aspiration

Master the Dance & Pet training skills throughout your sims lifetime

Have five animals in your sims house-hold at one time (these should be cats, dogs, raccoon, foxes, etc.) - you don’t always have to have five but you should at some point

Have you sim have at least 10 friends and having a falling out with one of them and become enemies

Have a best-friend that is NOT your partner / spouse

Have your sim go out at least once every weekend to either the club, the bar or somewhere else they can dance! They’re a dance machine remember!

Your sim can have as many children as you like, but keep in mind that they have a lot of animals in the house

You must have at least one child in order for them to become heir, they can be adopted or biological, it doesn’t matter!

Go on at least two family vacations, one of these must be to Mt. Komorebi

Have your sim be a very relaxed parent, no rules, no pressure to get good grades, etc. (Parenthood is needed for this but if you don’t have it that’s okay just do your best without it!) 

Gen 2: The Money Maker

Your parent was the coolest! but you always wished there was more structure in your life. You’re a perfectionist, and truth be told a little materialistic, but that doesn’t make you a bad person! You love to hangout with friends, playing video games and chatting about the latest Sci-Fi movies. From the time you were a child you knew you wanted the best things in life and were determined to work your butt off to get them! 

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Traits: Perfectionist, Geek, Materialistic

Generation rules / goals:

Have your sim start working as a teenager to save up for their future house

Complete the Mansion Baron inspiration

Reach the max level of the Business Career in either the Investor or Management branch (although the Investor branch makes a bit more money!)

Master the video gaming skill throughout your sims lifetime

Have your sim start their own club once in their teens with ‘Play video games’ as the main activity. Keep this club going throughout your sims life and try to have a club meeting once a week 

Make your sim go to GeekCon whenever they can, once they have kids bring them along as well!

Have a hobby that can make you money - kind of like a side job. Whatever skill you choose (painting, flower arranging, etc.) master it

Once your sim completes their Mansion Baron aspiration have dinner parties once a week - Your sim is materialistic and they want to show off the nice house they’ve worked so hard for!

Once your sim becomes an elder have them retire and focus only on hobbies and relaxation (only once they’re reached the max level in their career though)

Gen 3: The Tree Hugger

You grew up in a wealthy household with pretty much everything you could have wanted. You had a great childhood and your admired your parents work ethic, although you knew that when you grew up you wanted to do something more meaningful for the world than investing. So you packed up your bags as soon as you hit young adulthood and moved to Evergreen Harbour

Aspiration: Eco Innovator

Traits: Green Fiend, Vegetarian, Good

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim should be a vegetarian as soon as they hit their teenage years

As a teen your sims should also start their own garden and begin working on their gardening skill

Your sim should complete the Eco Innovator aspiration within their lifetime

Master the Gardening skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Juice Fizzing skill throughout your sims lifetime

Join and reach the max level of the Civil Designer career

Your sim should live as sustainably as possible for this generation, this includes owning a bee box, having a dew collector and recycling with the home recycling machine

Have your sim marry someone as Eco-friendly as you bonus points if it’s Knox lol

Have an at home, eco friendly wedding in your sims backyard / yard. Having the wedding cake be a honey cake, get creative with it!

Adopt an animal that’s not a typical pet (raccoon, fox, etc.) your sim found this little buddy while dumpster diving and bonded instantly

Gen 4: The Undecided

You grew up with a parent and grandparent who accomplished great things; they were sims who worked hard and stuck to their guns. You have always been..well a bit different. You can’t even decide what you want for breakfast, let alone pick a career or spouse. This makes you jealous of others like your parent and grandparent who you believe have their life together.

Aspiration: You must change your sims aspiration 3 times during their life but never complete one, not even their childhood one.

Traits: Non-committal, Jealous, Erratic

Generation rules / goals: 

Join and quit scouts as a kid; get about halfway through before you quit

Have your sim join at least two jobs as a teenager. They can join and quit more if you like

Get your sim to level 5 of at least three skill during their lifetime before they quit those as well

Change your sims career multiple times, making sure they never reach the top of any career

Get your sim married, and divorced...twice. It’s up to you whether you sim ends up finding someone to stay with. However, your sim must have only have one child from all of their relationships.

Have your sim have an affair during one of their relationships. It’s up to you whether the partner finds out about this or not

Your sim must lose their relationship with the Gen 3 sim (their parent) after a big fight over Gen 4′s jealousy issue. Your sim should never speak to that parent again

Your sim must never be best friends or true lovers with anyone; they are non-committal and that means no matter how much they care for another sim they feel somewhat unsure about every relationship

Gen 5: The Vampire Groupie

Your childhood was less than ideal, although your parent loved you they had a lot of their own problems and that left you pretty lonely at times. Your solace was a particular vampire movie about a sim who falls in love with a vampire. “That could be me,” you though, “That WILL be me.” So when you become a young adult you take everything you have and leave in search of your dream life in Forgotten Hollow, the only problem with your plan is that you’re just a bit squeamish... okay a lot

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Traits: Romantic, Family Oriented, Squeamish 

Generation rules / goals: 

Your sim should watch a lot of movies as a child and teen. Of course your sim loves that particular vampire movie that definitely doesn’t rhyme with Highlight, but really they love all movies

As soon as your sim becomes a young adult move them into Forgotten Hollow

Meet and start a relationship with a vampire of your choice; you can put a sim from the gallery in your game or date Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, or even Vlad Straud if you want!

I think this goes without saying but your sim should be turned into a vampire for this generation lol

Complete the Master Vampire Aspiration

You can have any career for this generation, it doesn’t matter!

Master the Vampire Lore skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Pipe Organ skill throughout your sims lifetime

Start a ‘Vampire Club’ with only other vampires present, you can use this club to do any kind of vampire activity - however, since you left your old life behind, these sims are your only friends

Your sim is squeamish so they personally choose not to drink other sims blood unless absolutely necessary, this means your sim must grow and sustain a garden full of plasma plants

Once your sim obtains a plasma fruit (and two garlic) they can prepare a Sunlight Reversal Cocktail if they like, that way they can go into the sun during the day; this isn’t required though

Your sim must have at least three kids. One of these children should NOT be a vampire. This will be the heir. If all of your children are born vampires you can use a mods to make them human. I recommend MC Command Center, which you can find here: https://deaderpool-mccc.com/#/releases

I also recommend this mod: https://modthesims.info/d/589300/child-vampire-manifestation-v1-9.html which basically makes it so that child vampires can perform any vampire actions, just like teens, young adults, etc.

Gen 6: The Beach Bum

Your parents are absolutely wonderful, but are weird. In fact, you’re convinced that you’re the only sane one out of your whole family. You love them but who in the right mind would want to live the life of a vampire? You knew early on that the vampire life was not for you, and thank goodness you just so happened to be the only sibling born human! I guess you can thank those recessive genes. You want to live the Beach Life, spending your days out in the sun and working to conserve the beautiful island of Sulani!

Aspiration: Beach Life

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Loves the Outdoors, Free Trait / You can pick your sims third trait!

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim must move to Sulani as a young adult and spend their whole life there

Reach the max level of the Conservationist Career

Complete the Beach Life aspiration

Befriend as least one mermaid - your sim can become a mermaid to if they want but it’s not necessary

Marry someone who already lives on Sulani as well

Have your sim live in a house on the beach at least once during your their life

Complete the sea shell collection

Spend ALOT of time outside; fish, ski-do, tan on the beach - your sim loves the outdoors and the Sulani sun, anything they can do outside they will

Keep a close relationship between your sim and their parents & siblings - even though they don’t love the vampire life they love their family

Gen 7: The Tinkerer

You’ve always been a homebody, hanging out in your house on the computer and tinkering with things in the home. Your parent was always nagging you to go outside and play as a kid. As soon as you were old enough to hold a wrench you were fixing things. You knew when you became a young adult you wanted to go to Foxbury Institute and learn to program and create robots!

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Traits: Genius, The other two traits can be anything you choose!

Generation rules / goals:

* For this generation I ABSOLUTELY recommend this mod which shortens university. It just makes it sooo much easier to complete a degree: https://modthesims.info/d/646803/shorter-university-degrees.html *

Your sim should spend a lot of time inside as a kid, using the computer, reading books, playing video games

Have your sim complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child

Master the Logic skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Robotics skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Handiness skill throughout your sims lifetime

Once your sim becomes a teenager they should be the one who fixes ANYTHING broken within the household

In order for your sim to attend Foxbury Institute for a Computer Science degree your sim must have certain skills (such as computer programming, robotics, etc.) since it is a distinguished degree. You’ll need to work on these skills as a teen to have a chance to be excepted there. If you don’t feel like having your sim work on those skills as a teen your sim can attend Britechester University but they should still work on the robotics skill!

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration

Graduate university with a degree in Computer Science

Live in a modern style house in any world

Gen 8: The Believer

Your parent has always been a technological genius, creating artificial intelligence. But you’ve always known that science wasn’t needed for there to be fantastical things in this world. No one else in your family believes your crazy ideas about alien but hey, you once heard that your great grandparents were vampires, so it could be possible! Sure you’re a little erratic but you’re determined to prove the existence of aliens, and befriend them. How will you do this? Well by becoming an iron pumping, rocket building astronaut of course!

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Traits: Athletic, Self-Assured, You can pick your sims third trait!

Generation rules / goals:

You sim must join and reach the top of the Astronaut career

Your sim must live in Oasis Springs

Have your sim complete the Body Builder aspiration - astronauts have to be strong after all!

Master the Rocket Science skill

Your sim will unlock a rocket when they reach level 10 of their career (the rocket can either be the Apollo Rocket - unlocked though the Space Ranger branch of the astronaut career, or the Retro Rocket - unlocked through the Interstellar Smuggler branch. You can choose which rocket you want)  but honestly who wants to wait for that, so as soon as your sim gets to level 5 of their career use cheats to unlock the rocket and start building!

Once your sim has completed their rocket you must level up their Rocket Science skill to level 10 and then install the Wormhole Generator upgrade. This will allow you to travel to Sixam and meet aliens!

Your sim must befriend and marry an alien they meet on Sixam. If you don’t like that particular alien you can either come back to Sixam or open CAS and edit them, either is fine.

Have your sim have a baby with their new alien spouse. Only have ONE baby.

If your sims baby is born NOT an alien you can use cheats to make them one. MC Command Center can be used for this and is linked above for Generation 5

Gen 9: The Star of Sixam

You’re an alien and you’ve proud of it! You loved listening to your alien parent tell stories of your home world and knew that when you grew up you wanted to make your relatives on Sixam proud. The best way to do this is of course to become the most famous alien musician the Sim world has ever seen!

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Self-Assured, Perfectionist, Music Lover

Generation rules / goals: 

Your sim must NEVER wear their disguise unless absolutely necessary - they are very proud to be an alien and they don’t see any reason to hide that

As a child your sim should complete the Artistic Prodigy aspiration

Master the Violin skill throughout your sims lifetime

Master the Piano skill throughout your sims lifetime

Your can have your sim master the Singing skill throughout their lifetime if you want, but it isn’t necessary

When your sim becomes a young adult move them to San Myshuno, where their musical dreams can really take off!

Have your sim busk for money in San Myshuno at least 5 times

Have your sim reach the max level in the Musician branch of the Entertainer career

Your sim should marry or be with someone who is also musically interested - you can enter CAS and cheat this or create your sims partner

It doesn't matter how many children your sim has for this generation, but the heir should NOT be an alien - you can use MC Command Center to make them human if you need to

Gen 10: The Apprehensive Actress / Actor  AKA the Final Generation!

You grew up in a VERY artistic household, with parents who were both interested in music and one parent who made a huge career of it. You love acting and knew your parent was ecstatic when you started showing interest in acting as a teen. Unfortunately you don’t really like the idea of being famous...

Aspiration: Master Actress / Actor

Traits: Loner, Good, Creative

Generation rules / goals:

Your sim is an artistic child, however we aren’t gonna worry about completing the Artistic Prodigy aspiration as a child because we did that last generation - you can do it if you want though!

When your sim becomes a teen they should begin working on their acting skills

Your sim should reach the max level of the Acting career

Have your sim master the Acting skill

Your sim should marry someone non-famous in a private ceremony with only those sims (or family and close friends if you like) present

Your sim should maintain as good a reputation as possible - they are still a good sim, they are just a bit anti-social

Once your sim finished the acting career and has achieved the Global Superstar rank they should retire

Your sim, now retired from acting moves to one of two lots in Brindleton Bay that have NO neighbours

They should spend the rest of their life making money off of artistic projects such as knitting, painting, etc.

Have your sim leave the house only when necessary to avoid the paparazzi, and if they do go out they must wear a disguise

Your sims spouse can have any career, but they should NOT be famous in anyway

It is up to you whether you decide to have your sim have children and continue the family :)

Well we’ve come to the end of the challenge!! I just wanted to say if you decide to play this challenge or even have taken the time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It means the world to me to be apart of this sims community ❤️

If you decide to play this challenge on your tumblr pleaseee use the tags #spicechallenge or #spice of life challenge. That way I can see what you do with this challenge, that would be amazing 😊❤️

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[elysiadjarin]

Day 6: Hand Kink

Day 6 of Kinktober! Already almost a week in, huh… I figured I’d dip into the rich Japanese side of mythology this time. I hope this is an acceptable tribute… Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Trigger warnings for violence mentioned including physical assault, some family abuse dynamics, implied sexual assault (does not actually happen), and mild descriptions of death. Also sexual content including soft dom themes, PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual.

Tags: Beast Youkai x reader, fox spirit x reader, exophilia, terato

Small Sun Showers

“It’s such a small thing, really.”

You slid the bag you’d brought into the hollow of the old tree. Avoiding the ropes strung around, you carefully sat on the rock next to the tree.

“I brought you some sweet buns, this time, with poppy seeds,” you said, ignoring the comment that had come from the dark hollow. “Since you said you missed some of the herbs.”

The sound of crinkling came from the hole, followed by the sounds of munching. “Attentive to me, as always, sweet one,” the disembodied voice cooed, though a moment later burning orange eyes stared at you from the darkness.

You studiously avoided the gaze, looking down at the grass under your feet. A sliver of shadow from the abandoned warehouse nearby fell over you, giving you some shade from the warm sun. As always, you didn’t respond to the epithets. You never did.

“How is the temple doing?” The voice asked.

“It’s fine,” you answered, almost automatically. “The festival is coming up soon, so everyone is excited.”

“And yet you do not, hmm?” The eyes tilted, as though the head had cocked at her curiously.

Your eyes slid away, more towards the forest beyond the tree. Unconsciously, your fingers tugged at the long sleeves you wore, despite the warm weather.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “As a Shrine Maiden, I’m supposed to be doing the Miko Kagura. I’ve been practicing, but…”

“You wear long sleeves again.” A hint of suspicion crept into the voice.

Despite yourself, you flinched. “I— I’m just-“

A low growl issued from the tree. “A spirit has been harassing you again, hasn’t it. Why haven’t you called an exorcist? Or told your Father, the Priest?”

You turned your head away. “It’s been contracted by someone else,” you admitted, voice thin. “I… can’t tell Papa.”

A pause. “Because it was bought at a high price.” A sneer laced the voice. “Then how do you plan to get rid of it? You can’t hold it off forever yourself. And it’s already injured you, hasn’t it.”

You shook your head. “I’ll find out a way. I can’t bother anyone else with it.” Your eyes slid closed, the bruises mottled up your arm throbbing.

“Or you could create a contract with something far more powerful,” came the slick purr. “If you’d only break the talisman, I would make a contract with you, sweet one.” The sealed beast offered, for not the first time.

“You are a beast youkai,” you answered, voice steady. “It is against your nature to bind yourself to anyone, much less become the guardian spirit of a small temple.” You reminded both him and yourself.

“Unless we have reason. Even the mightiest of beasts might be swayed by beauty such as yours.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips as you turned your face away. You? As if. The beast youkai only even spoke to you because you gave it food and paid attention to it out of your own loneliness, not because it somehow cared about you. You couldn’t bring yourself to really believe that.

With a soft sigh, you plucked at your sleeves. “What do you want me to bring you next time?”

But the voice stayed quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, something in its voice had changed. “Do you truly not believe me? I do not lie when I say that I would bind myself to you. I would never let you be injured. I would protect you, like your family cannot. I would hold you close,” the voice said, a dreamy tone in its voice, “and I would shower you with everything you deserve.”

You fought the tears that welled in your eyes as you abruptly stood, grabbing your bag. “If you don’t have any requests, I’ll just bring anything,” you interrupted, struggling to make sure your voice didn’t waver.

A sigh, so soft that you wondered if it were only the wind. “A meat bun.”

You nodded, then headed back down the hillside towards home. Reaching up, you angrily smeared your tears from your cheeks, breath hitching on your sobs.

You could never allow yourself to believe the words of a youkai, much less a powerful and dangerous one like him. No matter how sweet his words, how genuine they sounded… Everyone always lied to you. He would be no exception.

You tried to ignore the little part of you that wondered if maybe, just maybe, dying at the hands of the youkai would be better than continuing the misery of your life.

~

“Fouuuund youuuu.” A yawning mouth sprang from the darkness, black eyes fixed with crazed bloodlust on your body.

You dropped to the floor, scrambling across the hardwood to slide towards the doorway. Leaping back up, you ran for your life. Your breaths came fast and shallow as you blindly ran, tripping through the dark halls of the temple. Behind you, you could hear cackling laughter as its talons scrabbled after you.

You reached out your hand, then burst though the main doors, stumbling across the stones out front. Looking up, you froze.

An entire group of men stood in front of you, all staring at you with leering, jeering faces. The one in the front, the one your brain automatically assumed was the leader, stepped forwards.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He grinned, his eyes sliding over your shoulder.

Something grabbed your arm, wrenching you back. You stifled a cry, sinking your teeth into your lip as claws brutally dug into the bruises already all up your arm. The spirit held you, its tight grip almost unbearable.

“I guess the boy must really hate his family, huh?” the man sneered, hands in his pockets as he stared at you down his nose. Reaching out with his foot, he kicked at you like some sort of trash. “To think that he’d offer his own younger sister in exchange for his debts.”

Your heart sank. Of course. Your brother who had gotten into debt with the yakuza. Of course he’d offer you: the only girl, the precious little shrine maiden.

Sadly enough, it didn’t even surprise you. But at least now you figured out why the spirit had haunted you in particular so insistently, and how much trouble you were in. Which, you snorted bitterly to yourself, was a lot. Probably at risk of your life, at best.

A wild thought flashed through your head, desperate but somehow… insistent. Your eyes briefly scanned the crowd of men. You were smaller than most of them, and probably in better shape at this point. If you managed to get a brief head start, you weren’t too far away— enough to maybe be able to get there just fast enough. But you’d have to immobilize the spirit first, at least temporarily.

Thickly, you swallowed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. You had enough. Just enough for one— Your other hand landed on the spirit’s as your eyes flew open. The spirit let out a piercing shriek, letting go of you as the searing spiritual energy burst through your palm. You didn’t hesitate.

Breaking into a dead sprint, you headed straight for the hill behind the temple. Behind you, you could hear the angry shouts of the men as they started after you. You pushed yourself, ignoring it, taking as many shortcuts as you could, heart pounding in your ears as you gasped for air. Your legs were starting to ache, and you could hear them gaining on you; but the warehouse was in sight.

Skidding around the corner, you ran straight for the tree. Your hand reached for the talisman.

When the yakuza men caught up to you, they found you kneeling at the base of the tree, a shattered seal at your feet.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you whispered into the hollow. “Please… if you help me, just this once… I’ll give you myself in exchange,” you promised weakly.

“It’s too late now, little girl,” the boss sneered, starting to step towards you. “You’re coming with us.”

But before he could say anything more or another move was made, a dark mist began to swirl around the area. Shouts of confusion arose as the mist covered everything, too dark to see through, almost too dark to even move in safely. A low, grating laugh spilled from the darkness, just as you felt yourself being lifted up.

Startled, you gasped softly and clung to the solidity you could feel under your fingers. Lips parted, you stared at the familiar orange eyes that slowly materialized in front of you. A wide, fanged grin split the darkness underneath the eyes; and slowly, a body started to emerge from the swirling dark mist.

“Well hello there, my sweet one,” the familiar voice cooed. Long, pitch black hair tied in a low ponytail framed a pale face. The beast youkai, one that you now recognized as a Fox, held you effortlessly in one arm, pulling you close to his chest. He towered above the ground, dwarfing you in every way possible. His entire hand curled around almost your entire thigh.

You swallowed. “H-hello,” you whispered tremulously, not even sure what to think at this point.

“You released me,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. He leaned forward, and his nose brushed against your cheek as a soft purr rumbled through his chest, reverberating down into you.

Your fingers clenched in his robe, surprise flittering through you that he wasn’t… leaving. Or killing you.

“My brave darling,” the youkai fairly gushed, nosing against you. “Now I can finally fulfill my promise to you.”

“Promise?” you repeated dumbly, mind whirling. What-?

He chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I? That I would contract with you, if you set me free. Protect you, cherish you as you should be.”

He’d actually meant it? What?

“I…” You stared up at his orange eyes, fixed on you intensely. Your breath stuck in your throat as the familiar ache of longing overcame you. Reminded you of your stupidity, falling in love with the beast youkai that you thought would never even glance at you if he were free.

“Of course I’ll do anything for you,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to briefly lick away the tear-streak on your cheek. “As if I would deny you when you offer me the one thing I truly desire more than anything else.” He grinned, eyes sparking. “You.”

And then his fingers tilted your chin up, and your eyes squeezed shut as his lips landed on yours. The kiss was warm and soft, surprisingly so. You could feel your spiritual energy gravitating towards him, could feel it wrapping around him, infusing him, as he made a contract binding him to you and your spiritual energy. He reluctantly let go of your lips, the dizzying kiss making your head spin as you gasped for breath.

“My name is Kaz, sweet one,” he murmured, orange eyes half-lidded in simmering contentment.

Unthinkingly, you repeated the name. “Kaz…”

His eyes glowed. “Now then. Why don’t we start with these filth?”

In the next moment, the mist cleared to reveal that everyone now stood in the empty warehouse. Kaz still held you in his arm, keeping you close against his chest as he stared at the yakuza men starting to reorient themselves.

The boss cursed, glaring at you and Kaz. “Hand her over,” he spat, bristling. “She’s ours.”

But Kaz only laughed, his teeth baring as feral glee glittered in his eyes. “Give you my precious shrine maiden?” he cackled. “Didn’t you ever consider the fact that she is in fact a shrine maiden at a temple, with her own powerful spiritual energy? Enough to make a contract with a powerful beast like me?” He licked his lips. “And your blood… smells wonderful.”

Some of the men started to look wary, clearly leery about the sheer size of Kaz, especially in comparison with you.

Kaz tilted his head toward you, just as he flicked his fingers. A soft sort of puffy cloud materialized beside him, and he gently set you on it. “Stay here while I get rid of these nuisances,” he said gently, his fingers brushing across your cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” With one last sickeningly sweet smile, he turned towards the men. A sword materialized in his hand, practically the size of your entire body.

You looked away, bile rising in your throat. The blood drained from your face as you heard the men screaming, the sound of the carnage making you reach up to clap your hands over your ears. Though you were sure the men were far from innocent or deserving of mercy, the brutality of their deaths was undeniable. A high-pitched, inhuman shriek indicated that the spirit they’d contracted had also been shredded by Kaz.

It made you wonder. How powerful was Kaz, exactly-?

After another moment, you felt Kaz lift you up again in his arm. Eyes flying open, you grasped at his shoulders as he pulled you close against himself again. His other blood-spattered hand still held his sword, but his eyes were adoringly fixed on you.

Reaching up, you absently wiped away a tiny drop of blood off of his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered. Despite yourself… you felt safe.

His eyes visibly lit up, and his grin widened as he gazed up at you. “Ah, my darling praises me!” You could swear his eyes had hearts in them. “Do I get a kiss?” His grin turned teasing.

You swallowed thickly. “I… I promised you myself if you helped me,” you said weakly. “It’s all I can really give you… besides my spiritual energy—“

Kaz leaned forwards, his face so close that you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “Be my bride,” he whispered, his voice a heady murmur.

You breath hitched. “K-Kaz?” Had you… heard him right-?

“You offered me yourself, darling,” he purred. “So, be my bride. I am contracted to you, aren’t I? So I will be an impertinent beast and ask the shrine maiden to be my bride without shame.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered.

He paused, as though he himself didn’t believe you’d agreed.

Because you both knew that as a youkai contracted to someone with spiritual energy, you had the power to entirely command him to do anything… and deny him anything. Yet here you were, agreeing to be his bride.

“Okay, Kaz,” you repeated, not meeting his eyes. You could feel the color splash across your face.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t as though you really had many other options. Kaz could promise you some sort of safety even against your own family, and his power was certainly enough to protect you against other youkai. It had taken one of the highest-complexity talismans to even seal him away in the first place, and you could already feel through the contract how powerful he was.

The idea of being his bride… wasn’t really disagreeable.

“Darling,” Kaz breathed. His lips gently slid against yours, the touch soothing and almost… grounding. “I’ll be a most devoted husband, I promise,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes and decided that you would try to believe.

The talisman had been such a small thing, really.

~

You smiled as you walked down the street, stretching your hand out to gather the raindrops that pattered down and pooled in your palm. The weather had been beautiful, but despite the warm sunshine and hardly a cloud being in the sky, it had still decided to rain.

Pausing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, you lifted your face and let the raindrops splash against your face in a cooling shower. You loved the rain, the way it seemed to wash away all your heavy worries and soothe the ragged edge in your soul.

A shadow fell over you, and you opened your eyes to see Kaz standing above you, smiling down at you. He leaned down and swept you up into his arm, one hand holding your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist. A startled laugh fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders.

“Is my darling enjoying the fox wedding?” he cooed.

You flushed, just then realizing the common name for the burst of cloudless rain. You gave him a shy smile, then nodded.

He chuckled. “Should we celebrate, sweet one? I can give you a gift, if you like.” Between one breath and another, he’d shifted you both somewhere else.

You gasped, eyes widening as you saw that you were floating on a soft, wispy cloud, now deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. A place no other people were, where the rain pattered softly against the leaves of the trees and dripped to the undisturbed grasses below. Flowers bloomed beneath your cloudy carpet ride, and you leaned over to brush your fingers through the colorful blooms.

The cloud rose a little, coming to a stop and floating peacefully. Kaz pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your entire waist. He smiled, watching your expressions as you looked around in delight.

“And what do you think of your wedding veil, my darling bride?” Kaz murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against your hair.

You looked down at the long, wispy cloud under you, and smiled. “It’s pretty. Thank you, Kaz.” You tilted your head back to smile at him.

His orange eyes flared, and he caught your lips in a burning kiss that seared through you like foxfire. Letting out a surprised squeak, you grasped his robe, fingers tangling in it for support as he pulled you closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Your head spun as your eyes fluttered closed.

When he finally parted, you gasped a little for air, blinking dazedly. His hand gently slid up your waist and side, sliding to your back, pulling you flush against him. He pressed another kiss to your lips. You realized, with a burst of embarrassment, that the rain had entirely soaked your shirt, plastering it to your body and leaving rather little to the imagination.

“Darling, my darling,” Kaz murmured against your lips, “won’t you let me touch you?” His hands slid down your body, fingers caressing you sensually.

You bit your lip, heat staining your face. It wasn’t fair. He knew your weakness for his hands. His large, strong hands that held you close, admired your body with touch. His calloused, capable hands that protected you, defended you, worked for you.

You nodded shyly, peeking up at him. Your lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid under your shirt, starting to map out your skin. His tongue slid against yours in a soft kiss, almost distracting you from how his hands deftly explored your body.

It almost startled you when your back landed against the cloud, Kaz hovering above you with his hands wrapped around your waist. His robe slipped open, sliding down his shoulders as he observed you with burning eyes.

“So beautiful, darling,” he purred, his hands trailing down to your pants. “Can I touch? Please?”

Shyly, you nodded, one hand over your mouth as you let out a quiet whimper, chest heaving with breath. Kaz’s hands were so broad, so warm… handled you with such a reverent sort of gentility and softness that you couldn’t help but bask in it, melt into it.

A steady purr rumbled through his chest as he kissed his way down your jaw and neck, fingers sliding into your pants and underwear to pull them off. Sliding his hands under you, he pulled your body up against him, lips sliding across yours.

Your hands braced you against his chest as you gasped, feeling his cock land heavily against your stomach. It throbbed against you, but he quickly distracted you as one hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his mouth hot against your skin.

“So tiny and sweet,” Kaz mumbled against your neck, his voice half-drunk. His fingers slid across your thigh wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his hips, pushing you into the plush softness of the cloud. Your mind started to fuzz, entirely focused on the way his hands grasped at you, somehow greedy and gentle all at once, and the way he handled you with that deft confidence yet tender infatuation.

“Kaz,” the moan left your lips before you could quite help it, your entire body humming at every brush of his fingers.

His answering hum was low and amused as he started to gently slide into you, making you gasp and arch. His cock slid into you without resistance. You’d gotten so wet just thanks to his soft touches and gentle attention. He murmured your name against your lips as he slid wholly into you, seating himself inside with a heavy breath.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you tried to somehow ground yourself. Everything had started to go fuzzy, especially as his hands wrapped entirely around your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his grasp iron as he ground up into you.

His pace, once he started thrusting, stayed steady and almost agonizingly slow. But when you whined, he chuckled and slid his fingers between your lips instead. You let his lithe fingers gently play with your tongue, while his other hand kept you anchored to him.

You could feel the coil inside you steadily growing, getting tighter, closer to the edge. Everything felt so hazy and light, like the solidity of his body was the only real thing, the only think that mattered. Like his hands were the only things that kept you grounded, held you down, safe from drifting away.

“K-Kaz.” Your teary eyelids opened to gaze up at his face.

“Does this please you, my darling?” Kaz murmured, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and down to press against your clit.

“I— I love you.” Your fingers curled against his chest.

His orange eyes widened, then flooded with that pure, infatuated adoration. “I love you, my sweet darling,” he purred, kissing you. “And I am so entirely yours.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you with a force that left you lightheaded and dizzy. The pleasure suffused your entire body until you were gasping, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whimpered.

You finally floated down from your high to the feeling of Kaz’s hands sweeping over you. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He pulsed inside you, but still kept his pace slow and steady as he fucked you through the aftershocks.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His hands clenched around your hips, and he let out a groan as he rested his head beside yours. You could tell that he was so close, his hips starting to stutter.

“You feel so lovely, so warm and tight and soft, darling,” Kaz groaned. “Please, can I—“

“It’s okay, Kaz,” you reassured sweetly, voice shy. “You can.”

He jerked one more time, sinking into you with a low groan. His entire body shuddered as he came, pouring into you as he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. For once, you didn’t mind the bruises.

Pulling back, he caught your lips in a deep kiss, mouth slanting over yours. He poured the love, the gratitude, the adoration between your lips until you felt as though you could drown in it.

“I will always protect you,” he promised against your lips.

And for once, you believed the promise.

It was such a small thing, really.

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[cinnamonest]

Kemonomimi/Hybrid Darling - Genshin

Another January req ahhh, sorry this took me so long. This was the earliest but I got a ton of animal-girl asks after that one catgirl post, so, this was what I came up with.

I had too much fun with this. I wanted to go for a couple types of kemonomimi and the kind I think they'd like/work well with. And I tried to include some lesser-appreciated kemonomimi as well, and not just the standard cat, bunny and dog, although they're there. And some I had more than one I couldn't decide on so I did both.

This isn't exactly all yandere, it's more like mild-to-moderate dark content. Some of these are pretty wholesome and some get darker/have problematic content. The darker ones and hornier ones are beneath the cut. And some are a longer than others, I just had more thoughts on some.

TWs: fem reader, contains light-to-moderate ns//fw content, forced domestication of feral hybrids, hybrids are property, discussion of heats, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of non/dubcon, impregnation mentions, discrimination? Idk basically hybrids are looked down on/considered property, sexualization of animal traits, kidnapping/trapping, you get the idea, also kinda emotional abuse bc Scaramouche

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So worldbuilding, I'm thinking like... a universe of like, you know, kinda the same road we were going down with the catgirl thing, where hybrids are kinda seen as "lessers" and are essentially property. They're less intelligent than humans, some are domesticated, some are feral.

They're more or less treated exactly like actual dogs and cats and the like - they can be bred and sold as property, some are feral and live on the streets/in the wild, and generally if found, they're free real estate as long as you can care for them. I imagine anti-abuse laws exist, though.

Venti - cat

It's unfortunate, really, for him to fall in love with the one animal he can't be around. He likely takes in a stray, a little lost catgirl rummaging through trash outside the tavern or something like that, he takes pity on such a sweet creature and decides to hand you some food day after day. Living in the city, this catgirl is perfectly adjusted to human speech, so he just kind of offers to let you come with him. He doesn't really have any place to stay long term, but he lets you come with him throughout the day, and it's really a lot better than staying outside all by yourself.

But there's the obvious issue... that he's allergic to you. He invests in some really strong allergy medicine, likely commissions the alchemists to make some for him, just so he can be around you. Being the lenient owner he is, he still lets you roam around during the day, gets you a pretty little collar so that way you don't get lost and can't be returned. He likes showing you off to people, his pretty little kitty, and besides, people are weak to animals in general, so you end up earning him a bit of extra mora because you soften people's hearts and make them a bit more generous when giving him donations.

As a catgirl, you have a natural desire to be taken care of and owned, and given the immense amounts of freedoms you have, you don't ever really have a lot of conflict with him. It's a good life, honestly, one of the best that you could have gotten.  ...There's still the slightest hints of yandere tendencies, though. You can't help but notice that the collar isn't a normal one that just clips, but has a lock and key so that you can't take it off. Just a subtle, little reminder that even if you wanted to leave... well, you know.

Chongyun - fox

Specially the arctic variety. It's hard to obtain, and he most likely has to pay a good deal for one, but he figures an arctic fox hybrid, which are very rare, is best suited for his lifestyle, so you won't be bothered by the cold. He's a little embarrassed of buying a hybrid, but to be honest he does intentionally seek one out, being the sexually repressed horny teenage boy he is, he's had more than one fantasy about them.

He's the sweetest. He takes good care of you, really, he's super into trying to be the best owner ever, you get the idea. He borrows books from Xingqiu on how to properly care for foxes, what food you like, etc. Since they're so rare, you're likely captured right out of the wild, and can't speak very well, so you work together on that. He spends a lot of time on care and grooming and the like, giving you baths and brushing your tail and hair. He likes the fluffy tail to be honest. It's... a thing for him.

He's slightly shy in terms of others seeing you, he tends to be a bit defensive and overprotective, especially because, he figures, you're so rare and expensive that someone might try to steal you away. This results in very limited contact with others, and limited freedoms. You can't roam around or anything, he keeps you by his side. He's ok with you staying with Xingqiu if necessary, but that's about it. He has a leash and will keep you on it anytime you're not securely inside.

Xingqiu - fox

Yeah, they match, he honestly decides to get one right around the same time as Chongyun because hey, if he's getting one, he might as well too. He goes for a more normal kind, but still somewhat an exotic pet as foxes are to begin with. Likely a red fox or a black fox hybrid. They're highly coveted and turn heads wherever you go, and let's be real, spoiled rich kid that he is, he loves his status symbols every now and then.

And speaking of status symbols, he invests a startling amount of money in a collar -- it's got jewels and gold and all that, has your name and his engraved into it, along with the commerce guild's emblem to make sure people know where to return you should anything happen. He likes to take you for walks in public, he's not too afraid of theft, since his house is well-secured, but he does keep you on a leash when you're outside.

It's a normal thing in the family, it's likely his brother also has a hybrid, so whenever one is gone, the other supervises, and lets the two hybrids play together or something. He won't take kindly to the idea of you potentially developing a fondness for his brother, though. If you do, or even if you're misbehaved in general, you lose estate-wandering privileges and end up in a cage until you can promise to be better.

Bennett - bear

Bear hybrids are, you see, notorious for being hard to domesticate. They can be pretty stubborn, clumsy, need to eat a lot, and, the primary factor that deters people from having them as pets, they hibernate. Most people can't afford to feed them as much as they need before hibernation, and don't want to keep a pet that sleeps several weeks at a time.

But as such, bear hybrids, unlike many catgirls and doggirls and the like, don't worry much about being taken or claimed as property, so they are more careless. They're... less fetishized than other hybrids. You don't have the long fluffy tail or big moving ears that humans tend to sexualize, you have a short stumpy tail and little round ears. Feral cat/dog/fox girls would never be so careless as to sleep out in the open, but you naively think you have nothing to worry about. But to him, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. He's seen plenty of catgirls and doggirls, but you're special.

Luckily for him, you're not moving a muscle, because he manages to catch you in said hibernation. He slips and falls directly into some cave, and you're just laying there. What incredible luck, he can't really believe something so fortunate would happen to him. And hibernation is so deep, you don't even wake up when you're being transported. He can't afford to bring you back home, since he doesn't have a place of his own, and his dads would never let him keep you, but he can't risk this little beargirl that he's fallen in love with at first sight getting away and never being seen again. So he drags you away to a little place where he once found himself trapped... The temple. He now knows how to operate the mechanisms keeping you trapped, so he can always get out and keep you in.

It's rather disorienting and frightening when you wake up in a completely different place than you fell asleep, but he's so sweet about it, you know? Insists that there's nothing to worry about, because sure, most people can't take care of a bear hybrid, but he will dedicate all his time and energy (and there's a lot of energy!) to keeping you happy and healthy.

After all, he's always finding food in chests rather than mora, and he frequently has beehives fall out of trees right on his head, which he'll bring back for you to eat, covered in stings. He assures you that if you were outside, you'd surely be mistaken for an animal and get hurt by hunters, this keeps you safe. He even brings back logs for you to scratch your claws on so they don't get too long. And he's not too restrictive, he'll take you for long walks in the woods. Unfortunately, your human side renders you still weaker than him, unlike an actual bear that could kill him in one blow, so you can't really get away. He'll do anything you want as long as you accept your life, and he visits you so often that it's somewhat easy to adjust to, he even sleeps there often at night. It's an easy life, and you no longer have to worry about finding food yourself or getting hurt, so, like a lot of feral hybrids, you can adjust to this life pretty easily, if you try. He doesn't mind the hibernating, it's not quite like actual bears, it's only every few months for a week or so, and it's not as if he can't play with you in your sleep anyway.

Zhongli - cat

The standard, of course, but it's fitting. Literally one of the best owners you could ask for. Definitely one of those people that pours unreasonable amounts of money into a pet, making sure they have the nicest of things, and gets new things all the time. He could acquire one in a variety of ways, really, but also most likely ends up taking in a stray. Ironically, likely not just a homeless one like Venti, but an actual feral one, one from the actual wild that doesn't speak well, doesn't wear clothes, is a little bit aggressive and very scared. He likely rescues one from an unfortunate situation, being cornered by some predator or stuck in a hunting trap. He's just weak to pity, really, and your soft little crying and struggling tugs at his heart, he can't just let you die, so, he takes you in. Even though you're hissing and thrashing and clawing at his clothes the entire time he's dragging you along, until dumping you right into the little abode you'll be spending your life in.

It's kind of funny because you're not exactly suited for the soft, gentle housecat lifestyle. You're used to struggling and running around, not spending your days lazing and being taken care of, and certainly aren't used to obedience. It's... frustrating how you struggle, but don't worry. He's patient like that.

Declaws you early. Assures you it won't hurt a lot, and it's better for you this way! ...After all, now you stand no chance of ever surviving on your own. You need him. Not that you didn't already need him, but it helps you recognize that. Besides, you're so soft and sweet , at least he knows you are deep down, so having those sharp little things just isn't befitting, you have no use for them in your world of softness and gentleness. And besides, thanks to you he had to buy new clothes.

Despite being rowdy and moody and initially not fond of taking commands, you have to admit that having reliable food sources is pretty nice. You settle into the soft lifestyle, and eventually find yourself liking it, apologizing for being so disagreeable when you were first rescued, the word you now use rather than taken.

But he accepts that and assures you it's fine, you were just scared and lashing out as animals do. He takes a lot of pride in the taming process, honestly. There's something really fulfilling and satisfying about seeing you go from feral and aggressive and defiant to soft and obedient. The heats make you crave touch and help, and they're an important part of said taming process, using your desperation as leverage to remind you how nice he is and how grateful you should be.

Kaeya - dog

He actually doesn't go get some doggirl from an actual market or source of any kind, no, that doesn't quite fulfill the savior complex style narcissism he has, and he considers himself too busy to own a hybrid anyway. Until one day he's forced to deal with one, some little mutt hybrid that was caught stealing food out of homes or something of that nature, and he's told to go handle the situation, since they can't put the little thing in normal jail with a bunch of human men for, well, her own safety, so they just have her locked up at the headquarters.

All locked up, stuffed in a crate, and sniffly, tears in your eyes and ears pressed flat against your head, it's pitiful really, and so unfair, he thinks, you're too dumb to be held responsible the same way a person is, and you had no choice, you were starving after all. Much like actual dogs, people tend to neglect mutt dog hybrids, view them as having less value, so your life is probably one of neglect and being tossed around from one apathetic, cruel owner to the next. It's just so, so heartbreaking.

You'd be so much better off in an actual home than prison, and something like you deserves another chance. So he pulls some strings and gets you out, on the condition that you have to come live with him. Signs a few papers and it's a done deal. And you'll be grateful.

You're so, so grateful to not be locked away, and for the first time in your life you have an owner that loves you and is nice to you, so of course you'll be obedient and adoring. Unlike the doggirls you can buy and obtain in high end places, that are stuck up and ungrateful, that haven't known hardship.

In a way, you're kind of alike. He understands the feeling of being thrust into a new scary environment, of feeling discarded and abandoned, so it's partially that, too, as well as the security of knowing you'll be thankful, that makes him decide it's a good idea. There's a feeling of understanding there, as well as pity and the more manipulative aspect of your thankfulness, and, deep down, the fear of abandonment he knows you have, and will be good to make sure you don't end up thrown out again. Dogs are loving, loyal creatures after all, and they have a desire to be loved in return, that is, they crave affection, which he can give you if you're good, and deprive you of if you're not. It's even easier to control you than a human darling. And the heats help, making you needy and begging and the process is good for bonding, becoming so used to and attached to him you can't imagine a life without him.

Oh, and if said past cruel, abusive owners live in Mondstadt or anywhere nearby, they'll be getting an unpleasant visit.

Childe -  cat, bunny

Ah yes, the standard kemonomimis of horny™.  And they're supposedly insatiably horny themselves. He has no shame, so he'd just buy one. He's a lot more restrictive with a hybrid than a normal human darling, likely putting you in a large cage a lot of the time. In this world, people are more envious of hybrid-havers and are more prone to trying to steal them, and being creatures who become senseless when it comes to food, you don't know any better when it's being waved in front of your face and you'll just walk right into the hands of anyone holding out food, so he can't just let you roam.

Cats are notoriously temperamental. Hence, they tend to be sold to people who enjoy... taming rowdy things. They have a bit of fight in them. And he likes that well enough. It would be no fun if you just did everything you were supposed to by default.  He gets one that still has claws, but it's a control factor, constantly threatening you with declawing if you don't behave. You know they put you to sleep for it, but he still exaggerates and makes it sound so awful it scares you anyway, so you'd best not scratch if you value them. And he will, actually, follow through on it if you are bad enough, but you'd have to really scratch him up to reach that point. He exploits cat weaknesses, honestly, like laser pointers and dangling things and kinda makes fun of you for being so easily entertained and simple minded. Given the tsundere nature of cats, it makes you mad, but your angry pouting is easily turned once again to mesmerized entrancement, cutting you off mid sentence the moment something is once again dangled in front of you.

Bunnies are less temperamental, but have a lot of energy that can be hard to keep up with. But, they're highly sexualized in this culture, often marketed as submissive little bunny sex dolls, complete with fluffy puffball tails and the consumer's choice of pointy or floppy ears. Still, a lot of that energy translates to just needing to get bred and stuffed with baby bunnies, so, it works out, he can exert all the daily frustrations of work and you can get out the energy you need to with bouncing. And you sleep in spontaneous sessions, which can get annoying if you're wide awake at like 3 am, so he tends to force you to lay down anyway, even leashing you to the bed if necessary. 

He also likes to just, tug the tail, no matter which creature you are. Whether it's fluffy bunny tail that you can wrap the fuzz around a finger and tug on or a waving winding cat tail that can be grabbed. He just likes the mewling/squeaking reaction it gets and the way you jolt.

Diluc - dog, bird

He probably owns actual dogs, really, for security purposes or whatever, so he kinda lets you play with them whenever he's busy. He's... slightly shameful, likely has someone else go buy one, or rather, adopt one. That way he can insist he just wants to be a good person and adopt a hybrid to a nice home, you know? Not for... other purposes. He's generally a sweet but strict owner. His actual dogs can go where they want, but you're an inside doggirl only. Even though you don't leave the house, though, it still feels somewhat appropriate to get a collar, it's just kind of the thing you do.

You're limited to indoors, but can still walk around. He gets maids to take care of you if he's too busy, but doesn't mind if you come in and lay on the floor while he works either, provided you're not too whiny. Not that it's annoying, but because he's weak to said whining and whimpering and will end up dropping whatever he's doing to give you attention and ends up getting nothing done.

Still, doggirls do have heats, and so that is something that needs taking care of. He's awkward about it, but still sweet, even if a bit rough. He's not actually all that familiar with the process and has to ask you how long it lasts, what you need, etc. It becomes something to look forward to.

It's not exactly a kemonomimi, as they have no tail and have human ears, but I could also see him having a bird hybrid. They're rare, and highly elusive, but they exist, and they're very, very afraid of people, so contact is limited and you can't really find them for sale anywhere. And notably... they love fruit. It's likely by a stroke of luck that a bird hybrid is hungry enough to start sneaking into the vineyards and taking off with what's more or less his profits, so that's a bit irritating, so he'll just kill whatever pest is stealing, he thinks. It starts at night (maybe out of smarts to avoid being seen, maybe an owl hybrid, your choice), but he knows something is stealing from him, so he decides to stake out one night and wait for whatever thief animal is running around and is rather surprised to see something so rare. Obviously killing you now is out of the question.

It's a really strikingly beautiful creature, too, really, and it's more or less just an instant fascination/obsession. But if he lets you get away and scares you, you won't come back, so he knows he only has one chance, so he lets it slide that night and plans ahead, gets a net trap of sorts, or has workers help him capture the thing the next night. You fight and struggle and all, but in the end you can't get away, so you get dragged inside.

The first order of business is, obviously, clip those annoying wings of yours. It's honestly an instant game over situation, and traumatizing for poor bird darling. Not only is it painful, but it seals your fate -- it's a permanent procedure, and without them, you'll never be able to survive on your own, so you are more or less forced to accept whatever this man has in store for you. Poor thing. But at the very least, you're loved and taken care of, given a pretty cage to stay in, and now you can have all the grapes you want, so... that's a plus, one little highlight amid your misery. It's what you get for stealing.

Xiao - raccoon/tanuki

Honestly it's hilarious. Raccoons are cryptid forces of chaos. Replace with tanuki if you want to go for something more setting-appropriate. They're fast speedy lil things, they're nocturnal, but they sleep all the time, they eat anything, they're lazy, they climb trees, they hide. They are generally thought of as being very unintelligent and, most of all, are relentlessly stubborn, both in real life and in North American/Japanese folktales respectively. They fear neither God nor death and they will look you in the eye as they defy you.

Being known to live around the bases of mountains, especially where there are bodies of water, it makes sense a little feral raccoon would find Jueyun Karst a good place to make a little den. Lots of amber deposits/tree resin to lick at, nice protective trees, a rocky environment to nestle in. And you happen to choose a spot right smack in the middle of the territorial local adepti. This is, of course, an issue, so he goes on their behalf to tell you to, well, get out, that as a half human, you're not welcome to stay.

Now, most people are generally terrified of the adepti and would run away at the first sign that they are unwelcome, so it's quite the surprise when this creature, angry at being awoken and bothered just says... "no." Refuses to budge. Tells him to get his own tree. He's... taken aback? Again, it's actually rather funny, he doesn't know what to... do, he's never really dealt with someone simultaneously so weak and small but so blatantly defiant before.

The natural reaction is to just throw you out himself. Snatches you right out of the tree by the ringtail and drags you squealing and whimpering. Now, these creatures have quite the claws on them, so it's only natural to lash out and scratch him, but that... makes him mad. You get a slash in on the arm and he gets so mad that he drops you and gives you one good thwack to the head and puts you out cold. He didn't really mean to, the anger just got the better of him. But now, he can't just dump you outside Jueyun Karst, because you could easily get eaten by monsters, and well, as a half-human, he's technically obligated to protect you. So dragging you to the abode was supposed to be temporary, he might even let you out once and put you back in the wilderness, telling you to go find somewhere else to live... only to find you back in the same spot. So he throws you out again. And you come back. Out of stupidity or defiance, he's not sure.

Eventually he realizes that you're just going to keep coming back no matter what, so, to permanently deal with the issue, he decides to be nice and, rather than just killing you or whatever, keeps you. You are one of those hybrids, after all, and he doesn't know a lot about the culture surrounding humans and hybrids, but he knows that they essentially keep them as pets, the same way you would any other pet, except they're fuckable. This way you stay out of the way.

Unlike a lot of owners, he doesn't focus on trying to domesticate you in a human sort of way. Most hybrid owners try to get their little hybrids to be more human-like, with a few exceptions like obedience and sometimes leashes, but they encourage them to have human behaviors in terms of eating at a table, dressing themselves etc. He takes the pet idea a bit too seriously so he just... goes off of what he knows you're supposed to do for an actual animal. He's seen humans take care of dogs before. You get them a bowl for food and water, you put collars on them, bathe them every now and then, buy them things to chew on. He also clips your claws down to nubs so you can't scratch him anymore.

Unlike with normal yan!Xiao, this time around it starts off as keeping you just so that you're not a problem, until he can figure out what to do with you. Problem is he never really does figure out what to do with you, so your captivity becomes permanent. After a while, not that he'd say so, but he realizes he's become emotionally attached, and actually enjoys your presence, and kinda likes watching you walk around all naked and shameless, so he just decides to keep you. He never really announces that he's made that decision, but if you ask when you get to leave, he'll just bluntly tell you you're not. Too bad for you. Should've listened the first time.

Razor - wolf, deer

People probably mistakenly think he's a hybrid a lot before realizing he has no ears/tail. He knows hybrids exist but has never seen one, probably thinks they're limited to cats and dogs, but at some point whilst making the ventures he likes to avoid into human society for this or that reason, sees you! And gets confirmation that you're not a doggirl, but an actual wolfgirl!

The thing about our wolfgirl is that she's... completely domesticated. Born and raised in captivity, never set foot in the wild. The situation is the complete ironic opposite of all our boys here ripping animalgirls out of the wild. But that doesn't really deter him, he's convinced that once you get outside, where your real home is, you'll fit in, and everything will come naturally. You weren't meant to be in the city, you were meant to be out in the woods. It's where you belong.

It's like... reverse domestication? Sure, you don't know how to hunt, but you can be taught. You must have been so sad and alone in human society. You're pack animals, meant to be with others of your own kind, it's basically cruelty for them to deprive you of that and force you to live with humans. Honestly, you probably belonged to someone else already, being domesticated and all, he just... straight up steals you. He doesn't have much concept of theft -- you were there walking around, only chained up to a wall in a yard, practically asking to be taken, the chain is so easy to break.

Also, the jealousy. He wishes he was a hybrid sometimes. Like, how come YOU get to have ears and a tail and sharp teeth like lupical while he's stuck with dumb human ears and teeth? The world is unfair.

Now, what's honestly funnier is a prey animal darling. A sweet little deer (maybe a cat or bunny, too, it all works really). It's on sight. Growling and eyeing you. He knows something about you is... exciting in a weird way. Same as the thrill of the hunt. Wants to chase you down and watch you run as you squeak and squeal out of terror, the little white fluffy tail bouncing around. Watch your little ears tilt and flatten, watch you cower and tremble, but at the same time, oddly enough, he doesn't actually want to kill and eat you. You're... exciting in some way he doesn't quite understand yet. He'll figure it out.

The thing is, you're in constant terror because the wolves, unlike him, are ready to absolutely rip you apart, so he has to tell them that you're friend not food and that you might be the odd one of the family, but you're still part of it. That doesn't stop you from noticing that sometimes they... look at you with a hunger in their eyes... drool a bit when they watch you... Fortunately for him, this results in you quickly running to him for protection and comfort, crying because you're scared and would greatly prefer to not be eaten.

Scaramouche - lamb

Ah, lambgirls. Soft, fluffy, and by far the least intelligent, but most soft and timid of all hybrids. Wooly curly ears and a puff tail. They're actually not too popular, as they require a lot of constant vigilance so they don't get themselves killed in some dumb way, and their wool is more easily matted and requires more cleaning than a furry animal, and they're not culturally hypersexualized in the way other hybrids are. They're incredibly spacey and airheaded, often drifting off into space and very unaware of their surroundings. And they're all domestic, can't survive in the wild, but this actually makes them somewhat rare, as there are no feral lambgirls, yet people don't often create or breed domestic ones as they're unpopular.

He probably acquires you by accident, some stray thing that ended up lost and just wandering out on the road, no real destination or even knowing where you are, so on encounter with this odd-looking guy you say exactly that, not even really capable of pretending otherwise. That you don't know where you're going or what you're really doing.

He'll never say he took pity on you, but that you seemed at the very least competent enough to follow basic instructions, and if nothing else can be useful as a dumb slave animal. Better put to some use than just existing, so returning you is out of the question. You don't really have any better ideas, and the guy says he'll feed you, and you are hungry, so... you just follow him. It's that simple. You don't complain over being collared and you don't argue over the choice of name when he gives you one, since you tell him you don't have one, and you'd know if you did, since, despite being cognitively... challenged, sheep do have excellent memory. He remarks that you were probably just thrown out for being too stupid, but before you can confirm or deny, tells you that that's ok. It's better if you're stupid, since stupid, dumb animals follow orders better. They know their place and accept it, and that's good.

You get accustomed to life as a pet pretty easily. And he throws a fit every time you do something dumb, since you do fuck up a lot of instructions, but (not that you have deep enough thoughts to notice), he never actually threatens to get rid of you. And whenever you fuck up something you were doing for others, on the occasions that someone else needs this or that fetched out of drawer or cabinet and he allows them to delegate that task to you, he shoots death glares at them when you hand them the wrong thing, a silent message to not dare criticize it, so they just thank you and pretend it's fine.

He complains about how difficult it is to untangle and brush your wool, why can't you just have fur like the better kinds of hybrids,  it's a waste of his time, but... he always insists on doing it himself, won't let anyone else do it, not even you. Always grumbles that the collar is useless and a waste of money, but... also insists on getting the best kind, an expensive leather one that won't easily come off, and a little bell so he can find you more easily. Talks about how other hybrids like bunnies and cats are hotter and more fuckable, but doesn't seem to have a problem with fucking you on a daily basis and cumming to the little noises you make. He bullies you, pulls your ears or tail at random to make you bleat, chokes you on your own collar, tells you how dumb and simple you are, but once beat a subordinate for mocking you. Every now and then will occasionally absent-mindedly stroke your head in a way that's oddly gentle.

If you were smarter, you might be able to draw conclusions about what he says versus how he truly feels, but you aren't. Just a dumb little lamb happy to have someone that likes you enough to make you theirs.

Albedo - ???

Yeah see the thing is. What the hell are you? He doesn't know, and neither do you, actually.

He finds some little hybrid out in the mountains or something that's... vaguely mammalian. It has limited human contact and not the best speech, but it's manageable. The thing is, whatever you are, it's a solitary creature that doesn't exist in groups, so you don't actually know what your kind is, and have little to no memories of a parent. Or so he finds out by trying to make conversation. Probably originally finds you caught in some animal trap or digging through his things, or, in your human side's curiosity, watching this new intruder to your habitat from a distance, and he likewise takes notice. So it actually becomes a sort of obsessive fascination with him. He's constantly trying to figure you out, he knows a lot of things you aren't, but not what you are.

Uses process of elimination to filter out possibilities -- the tail is too fluffy for a dog or wolf, too short for a cat, too long for a bear or rodent. Ears are somewhat pointed, somewhat round, not quite big and not quite small. He decides he can't go on physical evidence alone and needs to observe your behavioral patterns as well. The only way to do that is to eventually transition you to captivity.

So he's nice. Builds trust with the weird little feral hybrid creature. Leaves food laying out, gradually moves the bowl closer and closer to the little camp he has. He knows you won't come willingly, but it's for the sake of science, so he feels less bad about eventually setting a trap, or drugging the food. And you get more aggressive in captivity, but hey, all hybrids are domesticatable with time, you're half human after all. Even though hybrids are a bit on the unintelligent side, you're even more so with the extreme naivete. So he can pretty easily convince you that it's for a good reason, that he's protecting you from predators or something. And he begins to perform experiments and observations on you. What time of day you sleep, are you nocturnal or not, what foods do you like the most or dislike, a carnivore or a herbivore or omnivore, that kind of thing, narrowing down possibilities, the irritating thing is eventually it reaches a point where there's something wrong because just when he thinks he's got it figured out, you do something or have some feature that rules out that possibility. So he moves onto reproductive abilities. Do you have heats or not? It turns out you do, he finds out unintentionally while just checking up on you in your little cage. And it would be animal cruelty to just let you suffer like that, you know. And gives you medicine that induces lactation, just to make sure you're a mammal. Not that it's a fetish or anything, no.

Eventually you become domesticated and easier to deal with. This person feeds you and gives you a warm environment, and you're safe from the cold and predators here, so once you're past the initial phase where you freak out and struggle because you're just scared of an unfamiliar environment, you become adjusted and realize this life is better for you, easier, without worry. All you really have to do is exist and follow instructions and not cause problems, it's easy enough. The collar he eventually gets you is uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it. And he never does figure out exactly what you are, but decides it ultimately doesn't matter that much. He didn't come to a conclusion, but he still got something good out of the whole venture.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dark content #tw: dubcon #.hybrid

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What Parents Do (Judy Hopps X Child! Reader)

Request: I was watching Zootopia again, and I was wondering if you could do a Judy x Child!Reader where Judy discovers a lost child/toddler on one of the missions, and Judy takes them in?

A/N: Full disclosure this probably sucks don't be too hard on me I'm getting back into the swing of writing, haven't written any longform in a minute. I thought this was a cute concept though if I messed it up I'm sorry. Also do I smell Uncle Nick content???

“They just ran out in front of the car! Nick nearly hit them!”

Judy Hopps was slightly frazzled. She’d been a police officer for the ZPD for almost two and a half years now, very little got on her nerves nowadays. She liked to pride herself on her ability to stay calm in a crisis, but this was a whole new level of upsetting for her.

While on her usual nightly patrols with her partner, Nick Wilde, the pair almost ran over a small child who had run into the road. Nick had swerved and just missed the poor baby. Thankfully, there was no traffic going the opposite way because it wasn’t a main street and it was eleven at night.

The two had climbed out of the vehicle and hurried to check if they were going to need to call medical services or someone else, but the child was barely phased. They did seem hesitant to let Nick or Judy help but after a little convincing, they rode the entire way back to the police station with them.

In that time, the two officers had learned their name was (Y/n) and they didn’t have any parents to go home to.

Now, Judy was recounting the tale to Clawhauser and Chief Bogo, so they could find somewhere proper for young (Y/n) to stay. Normally she hated working overtime, but she was really worried for the kid.

Nick had taken up babysitting duties and the two seemed to be getting along fairly well, if the laughter from the other room was any indication.

“We’ll have to get them a social worker and put them in the foster care system, but those things take time. We won’t be able to set something up until tomorrow,” the Chief rubbed his forehead, it was clear he wished he were at home right now, doing whatever it was he did on his off time and not dealing with this mess that they had accidentally stumbled into.

“Where will they stay until then?” Judy crossed her arms, she wanted to make sure everything would be alright before she headed home for the night. She still felt a little bad that her and her partner had almost run the poor child over.

Clawhauser and the chief exchanged looks, they clearly both had something in mind. Something that Judy probably wouldn’t like.

She placed her hands on her hips. “If they don’t have anywhere to stay tonight, I’ll take them home with me. That way we know they’re safe.”

There were no arguments and everyone just wanted to get home to their beds, so paperwork was pushed off until the next morning.

Judy walked out to meet Nick. (Y/n) had made themselves comfy on the fox’s lap, clearly quite content to just stay there forever. When she walked out, both of them looked up at her expectantly.

She knew she had an obligation to tell (Y/n) about the foster care and their social worker, but something in her just couldn’t do it. Instead, she lifted the kid off of Nick and smiled forcefully. The only one in the room who would be able to tell something was wrong was her partner, and she trusted him to keep his mouth shut.

Sometime on the trip home, (Y/n) fell asleep. The two adults remained in silence, partly not wanting to wake the young one up and partially just too exhausted to talk.

They went their separate ways and Judy carried the child into her new apartment. She was grateful she’d moved a few weeks prior and now had an extra bedroom for the kiddo, careful not to wake them up, she brought them through the apartment resting them gently on the bed.

“Don’t go.”

She had turned around to leave but a small paw on her wrist stopped her. She turned back around, had the kid been awake this whole time or had she accidentally woken her up on the way home.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m just down the hall,” she smiled, gently. She was exhausted and needed rest but she didn’t want to leave the kid all alone if they were afraid of the dark or something.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“How about I stay with you?” Judy sat on the bed and made herself comfortable, allowing (Y/n) to also settle down beside her.

She watched them settle, peacefully falling back into sleep and she ran her paws along the top of their head. There was so much unknown about this child, where they came from, who they really were, even what they were because Judy had never seen an animal so small and meek looking. They had to be some sort of prey.

It was in that moment that Judy decided to heck with it. She’d take care of this child. If nobody else in the world wanted to care for them, then she would. It would be worth all the teasing she’d endure from Nick, the panicked phone calls from her parents, the judgement from anyone who didn’t really understand what was going on.

Who better to love someone who had suffered a great deal than someone who had also suffered a great deal and gotten past it?

She’d do whatever it took to keep (Y/n) safe, because that’s what parents do… right?

#disney imagine #zootopia imagine #judy hopps imagine #judy hopps x reader #nick wilde imagine #nick wilde x reader

[hanniejji]

MIYA TWINS, KITA, SUNA, AND SAKUSA AS OLDER BROTHERS

[ miya osamu x y/n ] [ miya atsumu x y/n ] [ suna rintarou x y/n ] [ kita shinsuke x y/n ] [ sakusa kiyoomi x y/n ]

anon: miya twins, suna, kita, and sakusa as your older brother hcs 👉🏻👈🏻

note: your wish is my command :') | m.list

warnings: it's just me typing out what kind of brother i wished i have

MIYA OSAMU

you're one lucky bitch

you're his taste tester the moment he starts cooking

from his first cooking which was horrible until he finally succeeded in becoming gordon ramsey himself

he's a chill brother—bonding will just be the two of you hanging in the living room and doing each other's business with osamu's snacks of course

he has the habit of pulling you closer when you're with him

he doesn't hesitate tutoring you when you need it uwu

makes you handmade bento every morning and will throw a tantrum—yes, a tantrum—if you ever eat food that isn't made by him

"my heart is broken into pieces and it's your fault"

gentle teasing because you already get teased a lot by atsumu

and sweet nicknames uwu

never goes out without asking you if you want him to buy you something uwu

the mom™ kind of brother

he even nags like one too oof

he'll be thankful if you aren't as wild as atsumu because he's tired of dealing with his shit

he also loves cuddling you to sleep! you used to sneak into his bed when you were young uwu

gives good advices and encourages you whenever you're feeling down

MIYA ATSUMU

wild as fuck

probably was scolded by your mom because he kept running around with you in his arms probs made you cry when you were a baby lmao

the crazy fun type of brother but he's also an annoying jerk

you either love him or hate him, there's no in between

not a week goes by without one of you pranking the other—it's an unspoken competition

definitely thought you a lil bit about volleyball

but if u have a different hobby then he's the most supportive one owo

he does his research on your interest and makes sure you're not overworking yourself unlike a certain blonde 👀

annoying traits aside, he's sweet in his own ways

little spontaneous adventures!!

midnight shopping and convenience store foods osamu gets annoyed whenever you do this lmak

he sneaked you out of the house once just so y'all can listen to the foxes yip at night in the backyard

always buys you your favorite snack when he passes by a store without a fail

he loves it when you rant to him, he feels trustworthy and listens intently to your words

you share gossips with each other there's literally a scheduled time for sipping tea

"*gasp* what a bitch! she did that!? really!?"

"hey, hey, listen to this—so this guy—"

SUNA RINTAROU

two tired siblings

your bonding time is sleeping together oof

his the most chill and vibe™ brother because he literally doesn't mind anything that you do lmao

you probably have his resting bitch face too fjsjd

soft smile are reserved for you uwu

everyone think he's an irresponsible brother at first but he's actually good at taking care of you

he knows what to do when you're sad and if he needs you to calm the fuck down

one of you just goes to the room of the other and just plops next to them even if you have rooms of your own lmao

he just loves curling around you ma'am fbsog he sleeps better next to his sibling uwu

stocks of jelly sticks for the both of u uwu

you can talk to each other with just looking at each other

you, passing by suna:....

suna, nodding:....

you, raising your thumbs up and walking off:...

atsumu: wtf just happened?

will never let you go home without him so you're gonna have to stay after practice

he does extra better when you're around watching him but you don't need to know that

cue growling fox suna when someone doesn't matter if he knows them approaches you fjsjfo he's glaring at them and snarling for them to go away because no one's allowed to touch a single piece of your hair

you caught him softly humming you to sleep once uwu :')

and he scratches/pats your head too uwu

you're literally his cub and he's your big bad protective fox

KITA SHINSUKE

i wish i have him as my brother :(

kita's the sweetest mfoker and i love him so much

he probably knows everything about you and not in a creepy way fjsifo

also has a sixth sense when it comes to you

kita, suddenly standing up from his desk and out of the room:

aran: where u goin?

kita: my little sibling is calling me

aran: ha?

loves helping you when you need it whether it's about school or friends or your club things and has this big proud smile when you achieve something you've been working hard for

"they're growing up too fast" wipes tears

"you see that? yeah, that's my sibling and im proud of them"

gets you gifts as a reward no matter how many times you tell him that he doesn't need to buy you anything

"you deserve everything, accept it"

extra happy and does better when you're watching his games

melts when you cheer for him

"YEAH THAT'S MY BROTHER Y'ALL HE'S THE BEST CAPTAIN!!"

aran: you're crying

kita, discretely wiping his tears but fails to hide so: n-no im not

teaches you the ropes in the fields but won't force you to join him, he wants you to pursue what you want to do in life :')

but will still be giddy whenever you visit the field and help him around uwu

if you're a girl, he knows how to tie your hair for you and has extra hair ties and pads in one of the compartments in his bag

he's prepared for everything fjelg he deserves the best brother award

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

there's no way that he's letting you near anything or anyone else

he's gonna make sure you grow up aware of your surroundings and yes, you also hate germs and touching dirty things but not as much as him

as long as you wash your hands it's ok

your bonding time is cleaning around the house and shopping for cleaning supplies fksbof

he trust you and only you and sometimes komori

like kita, if you're a girl, he has things in his bag prepared for when you have emergencies

except he sucks at tying you hair but it's the though that matters uwu

idk if he's rich or what but he buys you everything and spoils you too much it sometimes painful whenever you ask how much he spent

in return you also give him things as if he doesn't have them already lmao

he acts like he doesn't enjoy it but he loves your back hugs or when you ask about his day because he's aware he neglects his feelings sometimes

he doesn't show it but he's thankful whenever you bring him food or take care of him the same way he does to you but you're more affectionate oof

he's conflicted between telling you to not come to his matches because you're gonna be surrounded by strangers and loving it when you cheer his name after a particularly good spike

since he's busy with practices, he calls you on the phone every night without fail and ask about your day uwu it's also to make sure that you're doing well lmao

he's very very very very protective

and sometimes overbearing but he has good intentions and just wants you to stay safe and healthy :')

#haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu imagines #haikyu scenarios #haikyu x reader #hq scenarios #hq imagines #hq x reader #hq headcanons #honey writes #miya twins #suna #kita #sakusa #hq