#look at her tiny paw prints

[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[shawtuzi]

i’m very extremely excited to post this so pls enjoy!! i read ‘jealous girl’ by @elsweetheart and immediately fell in love w basketball player!abby so this is pretty much inspired by that just not as much talk about basketball!! if u haven’t read any of her works i highly recommend literally every single on of them<33

wc: 4.1k

cw include: black coded fem!reader, basketball player!abby, abby wears rings—yes i think that deserves a warning, strap on usage, some teasing on abby’s part, talks of abby being a brat tamer, oral both kinda receiving??? (reader sucks abby’s strap idk whether that counts or not), a little choking n spitting, lots n lots of praise coming from both sides, talks of breeding, tiny bit of strength kink, a wee bit of aftercare—i think that’s about it so sorry if i missed anything!! (this is not proofread btw pls excuse any mistakes)

abby was a busy busy girl. between classes, basketball, training at the gym, and tending to her needy gf poor baby had her plate full all day everyday. but on rare occasions she pushed all that aside to make more time for you—the needy gf in question. she missed you terribly whenever she wasn’t around you so she could only imagine how you felt :((.

today she had decided to skip her two hour long training session at the gym and instead suggested the both of you go out for a picnic. you were ecstatic to say the least which brought a wide smile to her freckled face.

currently she was sitting on the plush pink couch in your living room while you were in your room getting dressed for the picnic. your parents had splurged and bought you an off campus apartment bc by god there was no way you’d be able to fit everything you wanted in those tiny dorm rooms. abby visited your apartment as much as she could or you’d make your way to campus to spend the night in her dorm that she thankfully had to share with no one. being the mvp of the basketball team came with a few good perks—sharing a room with no one being the best one.

“you ready to see my outfit?” your honey smooth voice called from your room. before abby could answer she heard the clicking of heels and the little taps of your kittens paws against the hardwood floor. you were wearing a short, white sundress with strawberries printed all around it. she eyed the white kitten heels you were wearing and made a mental note to grab a pair of more comfortable shoes for you to wear just in case the heels began to blister your feet.

“you look beautiful babydoll,” she smiled bringing her large hands to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. god you were so pretty n soft. she honestly had half a mind to bend you over and eat your pussy from the back but she had a better idea. “i gotta grab something from your room real fast, how bout you give cinnamoroll some food before we go yeah?” she spoke referring to your fluffy, white rag doll kitten that was currently messing with the scratching post abby had bought for her as a gift. “you got it babe!” you obeyed her command and began opening a can of cat food for the kitty meanwhile abby was in your room rummaging around in the bedside dresser that was on her side until she found exactly what she was looking for.

once she was done she walked out to find you standing by the front door with a dopey smile on your face. she grabbed the wicker basket full of delicious treats you had prepared off the marble counter and you two were off! but not before abby made you triple check that you had your house key. there were three incidents where she had to help you break into your apartment bc you forgot your key and she was not about to make it a fourth. “you got everything you need doll? once i leave this complex i’m not turning around,” she said with the slightest bit of sternness in her voice. your eyes widened knowing by her tone she was serious so you quickly opened your purse to make sure you had all your belongings.

“let’s see…emergency lipgloss, eyelash glue, mini fan, second emergency lipgloss, my key, and…where is my—ohhere it is! yep i’m ready to go abs!” you said gleefully, grabbing abby’s hand to place it on it’s rightful place on your thigh. abby gave your thigh a loving squeeze before pulling out of your apartment complex. the drive was mostly quiet besides the radio playing in the background and you humming along to it. “you look very handsome today abs,” you spoke softly playing with the silver bands on her fingers. abby felt her cheeks flush when you called her handsome—if she had a dick it would for sure jump at your sweet compliment. “thank you angel ‘n you look gorgeous as always…my beautiful gorgeous girl,” she smiled bringing your hand to her lips to give your knuckles a sweet kiss.

you both finally made it to the park, the sun just minutes away from setting making the sky a pretty mixture of pink and orange. “oh it’s so beautiful out,” you swooned, pulling out your phone to take a picture of the sky. once you had taken a plethora of pictures—some of the sky and some of yourself, you walked over to abby and laced your fingers with hers. she picked the first open spot she saw and laid the pink plaid blanket out before setting the wicker basket down. she pulled out all the food while you watched the geese swim in the small lake in front of you, your chin tucked in your knees looking adorable as ever.

you settled on making the two of you chicken caesar wraps with sweet potato fries and two slices of homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. “these are delicious y/n you’re quite the chef,” abby said wiping her mouth with the pink cloth napkins you’d packed as well. “oh abby i make these for you at least twice a week they can’t be that good anymore…although i did add a little bit of buffalo sauce this time,” you giggled, taking another bite of the wrap.

after finishing up all the food, not even leaving a crumb behind, you and abby just sat in silence basking in each others company. little did you know abby was becoming more sexually frustrated by the minute. that dress….that damn strawberry dress practically had her in shambles as she watched it slowly ride up your thighs with every little movement you made. “c’mere angel,” she grunted maneuvering your body to sit you on her lap. she thought you would’ve felt the little surprise she was hiding in her jeans but you still didn’t have a clue in the world :((.

while you were babbling about a new collar you had ordered for cinnamoroll abby was slowly but surely dying of horniness with each passing second. “it’s so cute it’s pink ‘n it had these silver rhinestones on it! i just know she’ll love….it,” you trailed off when you felt abby buck her hips up and that’s when you felt it. you craned your neck to look at her, your glossed up lips parted in disbelief. “you. did. not.” you gasped digging your freshly manicured nails into the denim of her jeans. “did what?” she asked with the sickest smirk on her on her lips.

it was no secret abby liked to wear her strap underneath her clothes but it was always in the privacy of her dorm or your apartment never in public. “abby…we can’t what if someone sees,” your voice was so scared and shaky it was too adorable. abby nuzzled her face into your neck inhaling the sweet smell of shea butter and coconut, “see you’re sounding like you don’t want this but i can feel your hips moving baby, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” she chuckled against your neck pressing one, two, three kisses to the most tender spot. you were honestly in shock that she was indeed correct, your hips had suddenly grown a mind of their own and began grinding gently against the bulge in her jeans.

“o-okay okay! i want it….but not here. wan’ you to take me home and take your time with me,” you mewled arching your back just the slightest into abby’s chest. abby hummed in agreement, tapping your thigh softly as a sign for you to get up—which you did without a second thought. the two of you packed up the containers and blanket in silence before making your way to abby’s car. abby opened your door for you before going to her side, yet another idea hatching into her brain as she watched you pick at your dress. “babydoll,” she said her voice dropping an octave, “want you to do something for me while we drive back.” you turned your head to her, hearts practically appearing in your eyes as you listening to her every word very carefully.

abby undid her belt and you were about to object saying you wanted to savor the feeling of her at home, but before you could say anything she spoke up once more. “i know you wanna wait till we get home to fuck and we will, but until then you think you could suck me off while i drive?” oh shit. your lips parted as if you were going to say something but you just nodded making abby tisk and shake her head. “gotta here you say it out loud baby,” she said and you quickly replied with a shaky ‘yes i will.’ she hummed in content before unzipping her jeans, pulling out the violet eight inch silicone dildo that has ruined you more time than you could remember.

abby wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and pushed your head down till you were face to face with her strap. “go ahead don’t be shy s’not like you haven’t sucked my dick before,” she chuckled giving your cheek a rough pat. without a second thought you wrapped your lips around the tip giving it an experimental suck. “that’s my good girl,” abby sighed happily, patting your head gently before starting up her car.

your panties were soaked beyond belief it was sooo embarrassing. abby was the type that kept things strictly in the bedroom which you completely respected, so to see her so eager for you to suck her off while she drove had your pussy throbbing with need. of course abby knew she couldn’t physically feel your plump lips around the silicone but by god she swore she could feel your throat tighten with every bob of your head. “don’t be afraid to be sloppy baby,” she hummed running her calloused hands slowly up and down your back. you obeyed her command with a quickness and began using more spit, the lewd gluck gluck gluck sounds coming from your throat had her clit pulsing. she bucked her hips up just the slightest bit to give her clit some attention causing you to gag around the dildo. “shit— sorry baby i’ll be gentle,” she cooed apologetically, giving your head a loving pat.

before you knew it you were in front of your apartment much to your dismay. “alright babydoll let’s head in,” abby chuckled breathlessly. her cheeks were completely flushed and she was the tiniest bit sweaty despite the ac being on full blast the entire drive. when you lifted your head up you had a pout on your swollen lips making her laugh once again. “don’t worry angel once i fuck your soul out you can suck my dick n’ keep me warm in your mouth for as long as your pretty little self desires,” she gave your lips three kisses before tucking her strap back in her jeans. before she could open her door your hand gripped onto her hoodie, “promise?” you whispered, your voice the tiniest bit hoarse. abby smiled nodding her head.

“i promise.”

as soon as you stepped into your apartment abby pushed you against the counter, kissing you with so much love and wanted your knees nearly buckled. she moaned against your mouth, bucking her hips against yours. “this—this fucking dress goddamn. been driving me crazy since i saw you in it,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your breasts to give them a rough squeeze over the soft material. “abby,” you mewled at her aggressive touches.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips and you wasted absolutely no time. you jumped up and her strong hands immediately caught you, pulling your body impossibly close against hers. abby kept mumbling out incoherent sentences to herself so quietly all you could here was something about you being ‘so pretty’ whispered over and over again until her knees knocked against the end of your bed. abby gently laid you down taking a moment to admire you in your current state. you had the biggest fucking pout on your lips and your hands were gripping onto the fluffy blanket beneath you. every couple of seconds your legs would spread a little wider making abby smirk.

“pull your dress up for me a bit,” she commanded, running her hands gently up and down your thighs. you quickly pulled your dress up past your thighs giving abby a mouthwatering view of your pink cotton panties. “well what do we have here?” she grinned, running her thumb over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. you didn’t give her a direct answer, instead whining out a pathetic ‘abby’ that boosted her ego even more. you huffed, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “c’mon don’t be a tease i thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” your tone was borderline bratty but abby decided to let it slide since it had been days since she last properly took care of you.

“you’re right m’sorry baby,” she gave your thigh a soft kiss and then another until she slowly but surely made her way to where you needed her most. you felt her nudging at your clit with her nose and your impatience was definitely getting the best of you. “c’monnn abby just—o-oh god!” you squealed when you felt abby begin to lick and suck at your pussy over your panties. she had felt so close yet so so far it was driving you bonkers. “what’s with the face?” she chuckled against your pussy knowing good and damn well what your problem was. “s’not enough i-i need more. give me more please?” abby could’ve gotten a toothache from how sickeningly sweet your voice was.

abby wrapped her fingers around the waistband of your panties, giving your covered clit one more kiss before pulling them down. she tossed the garment aside and threw your thick thighs over her broad shoulders, staring you down like she was about to eat you whole. “look at my girl using her manners, taught you well didn’t?” she spit on your clit, making your hips jolt. abby was good at a lot of things: basketball, academics, cooking, anything that had to do with cars but at the top of the list in your opinion was her ability to brat tame. before she met you you were as spoiled as they came and although she found it quite hilarious watching you throw temper tantrums over nothing it got old very quick. so whenever you decided to act like a brat with her she made no hesitation to bend you over her and lap and spank you until you were blubbering out apologies and promises that you’d stop being such a damn brat.

the first time it happened caught you completely off guard. she had said something along the lines of you being too spoiled for your own good to which you replied that she was stupid and didn’t know what she was talking about. suddenly you felt a quick, but very rough smack against your ass making you gasp. “watch your mouth yeah?” was all she said, now rubbing her hand against the burning skin. that was only the tip of the iceberg but we’ll go to that another time let’s get back to the smut shall we!!

by now abby’s tongue was moving sloppily against your pussy while three of her thick fingers pumped in and out of you with vigor. you were bucking your hips up every time her fingers brushed up against that spit that had your toes curling, but she just pushed your right back down eventually using a little more strength than she usually did with you to keep you planted against the bed. “feel s’good abs. can’t wait to have your dick in me n’ feel you in my stomach,” you weren’t a hundred percent sure what was coming out of your mouth, the feeling of abby’s fingers fucking into you already making you go a little dumb.

abby groaned against your pussy, pulling away just the slightest bit to spit on your clit before diving back in. she was being so fucking sloppy the noises of her lips smacking against your pussy would’ve made you embarrassed if you were actually focused. “taste so good honey i could stay down here for hours,” abby mumbled before taking her fingers out making you whimper from the loss. you had a complaint sitting right on your tongue but it quickly disappeared once you felt abby’s tongue begin to prod at your tight entrance.

abby had tongue fucked you into three orgasm before you were finally begging her to fuck you with her strap. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing to her full height making you feel incredibly small. she removed the plain black hoodie she was wearing along with her jeans, leaving her in a gray wife beater and black boxers. she walked over to her side of the bed and opened up the bedside drawer till she found a small bottle of lube. “i think i stretched you out enough but can’t be too sure, don’t wanna hurt you or anything,” she spoke softly giving you a sweet smile. she rubbed the lube up and down the length of the dildo as you watched intently, the sight of her veiny hands stroking it had your thighs squeezing together.

she walked back over to you and grabbed your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed. “ready?” she whispered tapping the fat tip against your clit and you quickly nodded, using your feet to push her body closer to your. abby slowly pushed the tip in and it was a good thing she used the lube, even after getting three orgasms out of you and using three of her fingers on you you were still a tight fit. “kiss me please,” you whimpered, clutching onto abby’s wife beater. she obliged and smashed her lips against yours. she was slowly but surely pushing the rest of her strap inside you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit to ease the sting of her stretching you out.

she finally bottomed out and you had never felt more content in your entire life being caged between her muscly arms as she gave you pleasure others could only dream about (it’s me i’m others). abby glanced down and her pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of yours struggling to take every inch she had to offer you. “wow, f-fuck you really have the prettiest pussy don’t you doll? all for me yeah? no one else?” she pulled out halfway before slamming back into you making your body jolt. “y-yes abby s’all yours please keep going,” abby didn’t need to be told twice that’s for damn sure. she folded your knees to your chest and began putting in some serious work, not even bothered that the force of her thrusts had her thighs slapping against yours so hard her thighs were turning a dark shade of pink.

her hand wrapped around your throat squeezing with a little pressure, the coolness of her rings felt so good against your skin that was practically on fire. “so…so good abby s-so fuckin’ good,” you slurred, bringing your hands up to cup her face. her cheeks were flushed pink and her hair was sticking to her forehead that had a light sheen of sweat over it. “look s’handsome too you look so good,” there you went again calling her handsome, it was almost like you wanted her to fuck you until your bones were jelly.

it didn’t take long for your fourth orgasm to hit you like a truck, the shriek you let out nearly scaring poor cinnamoroll to death as she was sitting oh so comfortably on the couch. “yeah that’s right gimme another one c’mon baby,” abby grunted, gripping your cheeks in her hand before giving your face a rough slap. out of the corner of her eye she saw something move and glanced over to see cinnamoroll watching the two of you go at it like rabbits. “w-what’s wrong why’d you stoppp?” you whined tapping on her bulging biceps. abby blinked a few times before turning her attention back to you, “the cats watching,” was all she said makinf your brows furrow. you craned your neck and there was your kitten witnessing everything. you gasped covering your face with your hands, “go shut the door she doesn’t need to see her mommies doing this!” you cried shaking your head in disbelief. abby felt her heart swell a little when she heard you refer to you both as cinnamorolls ‘mommies.’

abby carefully pulled out, quickly making her way to the door to shut it but not before muttering a sorry for shutting the door in the poor kittys face. she turned around and nearly fell to her knees when she saw you were in a new position. you’d stripped yourself of your dress and were face down ass up, slightly wiggling your hips in a way to signal her you were ready to take her once more. “you’re a goddamn dream,” she muttered, gripping the fat off your ass in her hands before giving it three quick smacks. with no warning she pushed herself in to the hilt, making quick work to grab your hips so you wouldn’t collapse from the force. she set her knee of the bed before making a steady rhythm, the squelching of your pussy making her clit pulse. fortunately in this position the harness brushed her clit in the most delicious way possible, unfortunately though it was causing her thrusts to be a little sloppy.

she pulled you up by your neck, pressing your back against her chest. “tell me you love me,” she grunted resting her forehead on your shoulder. you mumbled out a weak ‘i love you’ but it wasn’t enough for her. she was hitting the right spots and it was making your brain so damn foggy you could barely think! not to mention your orgasm was creeping closer and closer :(. “say it louder,” she growled tightening her grip on your neck. you said it once more but it still wasn’t enough and abby was absolutely fed up. she brought her lips close to your ear before saying, “i swear to everything that is holy if you don’t scream that shit i’m gonna pull out and make you hump my shoe to get off.” her words were enough to make you cum on the spot, loud shouts of ‘i love you abby!’ echoing throughout your apartment.

abby held your body close as she continued to grind against you chasing her own orgasm. “motherfuck—shit y-you feel so good baby, so good for daddy like always,” she whined against your shoulder. she relished in the aftershocks of her orgasm before slowly pulling out of you once more. you flopped against the bed, groaning from soreness already. you turned on your back and quickly shuffled underneath the covers waiting patiently for abby to return from cleaning up the strap on. she returned shortly with a dopey smile on her face. you weakly lifted up the blanket signaling for her to join you which she happily obliged, gently maneuvering her body on top of yours so she was able to lay on your chest without crushing the rest of your body.

“i think…that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sighed dreamily, running your fingers through her hair that was no longer in its signature braid. she was about to speak when you both heard a little feet tap against the floor and automatically knew who it was. “my poor baby c’mere,” you pouted tapping the spot next to you on the bed. cinnamoroll was quick to jump on the bed and nuzzle into your neck purring contently. “so sorry you had to see that your poor eyes,” you cooed to the cat like this wouldn’t happen again in the future. abby chuckled shaking her head at how silly you were being, “you’re too cute babydoll…and to follow up with what you said before: that was the best sex we’ve had yet.”

trust and believe abby was already planning out the many positions she was going to put you in once you both gained some energy back hehe.

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[ikilledjoffery]

Hiii how are you ?

Can u write daemon Targaryen x reader. She can be a Lannister or a Stark and daemon bring her a gift

Lannister a little lion ou a dire wolf that he found on a mission or something and everyone in court is like: normal husband will present his wife with gold, daemon bring a wild animal.

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“Someone get that beast out of here! Lock all the doors!” Peeking out from the doorway in which you were hiding in, you saw a bigger woman screaming and flailing her arms running away.

“What in the seven hells is that all about?” With a whisper you leaned out the door a bit farther looking for the source of her upset. But all you were met with was more chaos. People of the court fleeing and throwing things in random directions. The party had turned into a madhouse. 

“Y/n!” Jason Lanisters irritatingly shrill voice burned your ears as he spoke, rudely entering the little hidey hole you had put yourself in. 

“Hello to you, Jason.” Rolling your eyes you moved back to sit at the small table in the corner nearest the window as he looked all panicked leaning against the doorway heaving in air like he had been held underwater for a while. 

“Put your dragon in a damn cage!” He yelled at you, his cape ripped on one side making him look more lopsided than he normally was. Jason’s finger was bleeding the slightest bit as he pointed it at you. The amount of distress he was in would’ve been concerning if he wasn’t always a giant baby. 

“I have no dragon?” You cocked your head to the side and picked up your goblet taking a small sip from it as you watched Jason’s eyes free themselves from his head. 

“Daemon! Fucking Daemon!” He jumped up and down a little as he threw a fit meant for a toddler. His skin turned as red as pieces of his uniform as he displayed his true nature. 

“Daemon isn’t here Jason, he was sent by his brother to retrieve materials in the west hills.” You were somewhat sick of hearing things get blamed on Daemon as this was quite the usual behavior of many. Most generally you did have to stand up for his actions or lack thereof. 

“The fuck he isn’t! He let a lion loose in the castle! In the fucking castle Y/n!  That ass is trying to kill us all.” Jason took steps further into the room, his legs visibility shook. 

“So you’re telling me if I leave this room I will find Daemon somewhere along with a lion?” A smile that Jason did not appreciate spread across your features, along with an eye roll that made him want to take his sword out and knock your head clean off. 

“YES!” He screamed, shaking his head from side to side stomping his foot. 

“Alright.” With a chuckle you rose from your seat, downed the rest of your drink, and walked past Jason gesturing to him to take your seat. You shut the door behind yourself as you walked into the open floor room. People were still scattering, fighting, running, crying, and acting a fool. 

“This does look very Daemon oriented.” Speaking at a normal voice seemed odd to do in the circumstances but you were talking to yourself seeing as to how no one else was in a listening mood. 

“Princess! Go to your room! Run!” One of the guards that was cowering behind a large pillar decorated in gold yelled over to you. 

“From what? I see nothing.” You looked around yourself and around the room as he continued to warn you of the dangers that surrounded you. That was until you saw movement from underneath a curtain. 

“Hello?” You bent down slightly and creeped over to the moving curtain despite protests from many. The curtain was moving around and little paws were making prints and scratch marks through the red fabric. An attempt that looked like climbing happened before you were fully able to touch the curtain. 

Taking a deep breath in, expecting a rat or an invasive wild animal, you moved the curtain back and sitting hiding its feet was a tiny little lion cub. 

“You're the big scary lion?” With a laugh you scooped the small scared creature in your arms as it shook and started pawing at your dress trying to create a place to rest and hide its head. 

“So you like him?” A voice piped up from behind you over the chaos that somehow continued to spread like wildfire. There stood Daemon with a smug grin on his face as his eyes jumped between you and the court that was ary. 

“Daemon, why did you bring me a lion?” You sighed and chuckled at your husband while also readjusting the small creature in your arms.

“It’s a gift, Targaryens have dragons, Lannisters have lions.” Though his response would sound correct from his perspective seeing as to how they were represented by dragons and had dragons the same could not be said for Lannisters. 

“No darling, we do not have lions. Clearly” Gesturing toward the mess with your head you tried to show him that he was incorrect.

“Clearly you do now.” He pointed at the small cub falling asleep in your arms, clinging onto the bodice of your dress. 

“Daemon, why was he running around unsupervised?” You had played the scenario you had entered again remembering Jason’s theatrics about seeing Daemon and the Lion. 

“He was trying to find you, I gave him your scent. The little lion almost found you, he just had a lot of people to get through.” Daemon rationalized letting a lion run around freely without any regulations. In a party meant for the court nonetheless. 

“Thank you.” Taking a step forward you placed your head against his chest not able to give him a proper hug as both your arms were fully occupied. 

“Anything for you my love.” Daemon sounded somewhat sarcastic as he put his arms around you not enough to crush your new friend. He pressed a kiss into your hair as you snuggled closer into his body. 

“There he is! That monster!” Jason had found his way out of the room, most likely after having a breakdown but he still managed to stand a good distance away and scream at the two of  you. 

“Monster? The small cat or my husband who brought me a little gift?” Watching you challenge Jason was something that Daemon often enjoyed.

“That’s a lion you idiot! A lion that HE let loose!” Jason put his hands on his hips and placed one foot in front of the other one. 

“It’s barely a lion! Look at it! It’s the size of a newborn babe, and it’s sleeping like one as well. He let it loose because he didn’t expect a bunch of fully grown adults to rise in panic over such a small creature that represents us.” Daemon put an arm around your shoulders, letting his hand drape over your arm as he smiled at Jason and the rest of the remaining court. 

“I apologize for my reaction, your highness.” One of the ladies stepped next to her husband and offered an apology. 

“But we didn’t expect a live animal. Normal husbands give their wives gold. Daemon gave you a lion cub. You can see where that would be a bit of a shock.” Her husband looked down at her with an upset look on his face, then returned to looking at the two of you. 

“Yes, well Daemon has never been credited for doing the traditional things.” Pride was what your voice exhibited as you spoke of your husband who stood pulling you as close to him as he could get. Your grins matched one another as you looked amongst your peers. 

“And I never will. However, I will bring you a pack of lions if this is what happens.” Daemon jested leaning down to kiss the side of your head. 

“Gods you are something else Daemon…”

#daemon imagine #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x reader

[kth1fics]

Paw Prints Academy (BTS Collab)

❝Welcome to the Paw Prints Academy for Dog Training and Behavior Program! Thank you for taking part in our community of puppy adoration and love. Seven authors have come to participate in telling a brand new story for you all; confidently trained by the best dog trainers PPA has to offer! We will continue to support and resource you with the softest, fluffiest, and wholesome interactions as you venture deeper into your program! We strive to give you the best dog training (fics) experience possible!❞

Song Theme: Harvest Moon: Spring (Town) ♪

Sit. Stay.

⤑ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Baby Angst, Smut ⤑ Author: @daechwitatamic ⤑ Summary: Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

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Training to Love

⤑ Pairing: Min Yoongi x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Drama, Smut ⤑ Author: @jimilter ⤑ Summary: Yoongi knew he didn't have the kind of time on his hands that is required to care for a newly rescued dog, but didn't let that stop him from bringing a frightened and ailing Holly home. But now that his roommate's moved out and he's not any less busier than before, he turns to the avenue that is pet-sitting. You come highly recommended and…are uncannily good at managing his fussy puppy. Not to mention that you're also really beautiful, adorable, caring, with a laugh that tinkles like wind chimes, and—maybe Yoongi needs to look for another sitter before both him and his puppy get too attached.

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Best In Show

⤑ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @kth1fics ⤑ Summary: After gaining a new member to your family, you begin to attend puppy training classes to help your new baby learn some basic lessons. She’s fantastic; a very clever and smart dog as she wins the hearts of many! You think she can steal any show with her quick witted charm, but her trainer is a strong competitor with winning you over.

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Off-Script

⤑ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @sailoryooons ⤑ Summary: Namjoon has always been meticulous. He likes his life organized and he likes sticking to what he knows. So why is it that his new dog seems completely set on being unpredictable and untrainable? Thankfully, you seem to be the magic fix for Moni’s untamable side. You even manage to help Namjoon loosen up and live his life a little more off-script.

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Canine Conundrum

⤑ Pairing: Park Jimin x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @jeonqkooks ⤑ Summary: The perfect conundrum consists of three variables: You, Park Jimin, and a golden retriever who does not give a flying f*** where he takes a dump.

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Amaryllis

⤑ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Romance, Fluff, Smut ⤑ Author: @jeonjcngkook ⤑ Summary: As far as love goes, you have only known the feeling of it from the way cherry blossoms float in the air and the fluffy animals you spend your days with at the puppy training academy. But nothing could have prepared you for the blossoming warmth in your heart when an attractive stranger enters your life alongside his tiny Pomeranian and suddenly you’re reminded that flowers cant blossom without sunshine and you may have found your light in Kim Taehyung.

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Must Love Dogs

⤑ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F Reader ⤑ Genre: S2L, Fluff, Light Angst, Smut ⤑ Author: @sugalaritae ⤑ Summary: You are a cat person. You don’t get dogs or the appeal of them. High energy, slobbery, poo f***ing everywhere. You prefer the quiet of cats. The small bursts of energy that last an hour tops. They are clean(er) than dogs with a place where they know that they go to the bathroom. It’s preferable. So, you're not entirely sure how you got roped into looking after your best friend's dog for two months but when you meet Jungkook and his animal best friend - Bam - you think maybe you can pretend to be a dog person. What's the worst that could happen?

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[sweetstarart]

Welcome home house interior headcanons!!!

Home looks mostly normal but in every single room something is missing (The kitchen only has one chair, the bathroom has no mirror etc.)

Their indoor walls are the same color as their outside walls and their wooden floors are the same color as the door

Many of Wally's furniture has eyes however they are not alive most of the time

Sometimes Home uses them as an extra pair of eyes

Their favorite piece of furniture is a sofa with eyes at the arms

This sofa can walk if home so chooses!

I've said it before and I'll say it again, almost every floor in the house is made of mattresses!

Everywhere is a cozy place to sleep accept the bathroom

All the rooms are decorated with adorable dog themed stuff and accented with clown and dog stuff (horns, balls, prank stuff, chew toys etc.)

There's food hidden in every room 👀

Barnaby would rather you take your shoes off the door so there's less dirt and mud on the mattresses but he won't rly enforce it. He'll say "Take your shoes off, or dont!" And never mention it again

Sleeps in a rly big dog bed that has a pattern that looks like ketchup (i drew his room before but I wanted to mention it bc it was fun to make ^^)

His bathroom is a mix between a human bathroom and a dog salon (bc I am all about this dog motif)

There's paw prints everywhere even on the ceiling!

The wallpaper looks like his vest

Looks like a Bodega but a lot bigger

Has a freaking grill behind the counter so can make hot dogs

Has tons of stuff in jars behind the counter as well

Has a secret room, thats where he sleeps at night

It's a rly big room and it has everything he needs (including a secret bathroom!)

Sleeps in a sleeping bag in a hammock like a caterpillar in a cocoon

Has absolutely everything in his room

Has a red and orange tile floor!

The wallpaper looks like his shirt

Her house has a green carpet that resembles grass

It even has little flowers in it!

Her wallpaper in her bedroom is pink with little white flowers on it

The rest of the wallpaper matches her dress

Her bed has tons of heart shaped pillows of varying shades of red and pink

Has a massive closet that looks tiny, but is actually a walk in closet!

Has a big cozy love seat ^^

#barnaby welcome home #barnaby beagle #barnaby b beagle #wally welcome home #wh wally #wally darling #howdy welcome home #wh howdy #home welcome home #julie joyful #julie welcome home #welcome home julie #welcome home #welcome home home #welcome home howdy #welcome home headcanons #welcome home hc

[littleseasiren]

Pumpkin

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 500 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 20: Pumpkin Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

"Ok, so the pie needs to cool down first. We can check on it in a few hours. That'll be more than enough time to decorate it before tonight," you tell Bucky as the two of you stare at the pie on the kitchen counter. "Do you think it's sweet enough? Maybe we should sprinkle some sugar on the top?"

"There's no need for extra sugar, you're sweet enough already," Bucky says as he bends down and kisses your neck, down to your collarbone.

"You don't have to flirt with me, Bucky. I'm already yours," you giggle as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

"I love hearing you say that," he whispers in your ear. "And I'm yours."

He turns you around, then gently picks you up in his strong arms. "You said we have a couple of hours to kill, right?" You follow his gaze as he heads towards the bedroom, happy to be on the same page.

Bucky almost trips when a white ball of mischief runs past his feet, but his strong arms keep you safe until he gently places you on the bed.

A few hours later, the two of you are dressed and ready to go to Steve and Natasha's anniversary get together. They were keeping their party small, happy when everyone offered to bring a dish to the party, so they didn't have to cook.

The first thing you see as you enter the kitchen is some yellow splotches on the kitchen counter. When you move closer, your eyes fall onto the Pumpkin Pie the two of you had made together earlier. You're so distracted by what you see that you don't even hear Bucky stop next to you.

At the one end of the pie are two tiny pawprints, then a few more going to the centre of the pie. You gasp when your eyes reach the centre as you notice two deep holes where tiny paws had obviously punched through the pie filling crust that had still been setting.

At the other end of the pie is a splatter of pumpkin filling, the splatters having landed on the kitchen table along with small yellow paw prints leading to the TV room.

You and Bucky stare at each other in amazement before you follow the paw prints into the room. Alpine is laying on the floor, busy licking yellow pumpkin pie filling off her beautiful white coat. When she spots you, she meows in irritation.

"Don't look at me, Alpine. You're the one who walked all over our pie and fell in," Bucky calls from behind you, laughing at his cat's hilarious antics.

"Do you think if we cover the pie with cream that anyone will notice?" He asks as his blue eyes meet yours.

"Guess we'll have to find out. If the rest of the team finds out about this, the teasing will never end," you admit.

Alpine watches the two of you with her pretty blue eyes, her little leg hair tinted yellow, looking like she's wearing boots over her white fur. At least she loved eating pumpkin.

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[socially-awkward-skeleton]

tagged by: @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @theresaruggedroad @thesingularityseries and @madparadoxum (this week) and @nightbloodbix @ivymarquis @g0dspeeed @kyber-infinitygems (last week, tagging you all back this week) thank you all so much!

I've been struggling to do much writing at all lately, but I have a bit from Kit's Herald/Role swap AU I've started messing around with. This fic leans really heavily into the supernatural side of the FC5 lore and of course twists the origin of Kit's arrival in Hope County:

A foggy haze of smoke filled the red, infernal sky as the sun beat down upon the desert and heat rose from the golden dunes in blurry striations. Kit was in a daze, her thousand yard stare focused on the mirage in the distance while her mind was addled by pain. The twisting of metal shrapnel sheared away at meat and bone, slicing through veins and tendons as flames devoured through fat and flesh in equal measure. Fever clouded her vision and her limbs became numb as the clothes on her body charred like a Fourth of July barbecue. The fire in her belly was fading, her very life slipping away from her like sand through her fingers. Her mouth became as hot and dry as the world around her, the tongue that hung from the corner of it now thick and heavy. The steady thumping in her skull started to slow along with the beating of her heart as the lights in her eyes collapsed into tiny pinpricks, tunneling the view she had of the wreckage around her. Screaming faded into the periphery, the terrified moans and groans of her unit members desperately clinging to life became a hellish, cacophonous choir and from out of the desert, something crawled towards her – a dark mass. 

It stole the breath from her lungs, nearly ripped the heart right out of her rib cage that begged to distend and snap apart. Whatever it was – and despite the adrenaline that coursed through her removing all clarity of thought and mind, preparing her for the great beyond – only one thought came to mind: it was ancient. Older than the mountains and the sands that caged her, something that came long before the stars and the sky they called home. Primordial. The Alpha and the Omega. 

The burning sun and the scorching heat of the fires that nipped and gnawed away at her stung at her eyes, tears spilled down her cheeks as the form and figure grew closer. Then silence fell. Impossible silence. That same crushing nothing that came while in the eye of a storm, and she was facing down a tempest. Giant paws stomped down, leaving prints in the sand that turned to glass. Golden eyes stared out at her, but there was nothing feline behind the glare affixed upon her (despite the gaping maw filled with sharpened teeth like knives) instead they were slits with a light behind them that was far more human than they should have been. This was no earthly creature. There were no lions in Afghanistan. And yet here it was, mane and all, bowing in her company, and licking up the blood that poured from her wounds with its rough pink tongue. 

The breath hitched in her throat as she tried to croak out a scream, but she was rendered speechless. A waking nightmare and she was unable to make a sound, all she could do was lay there and blink and pray. Pray that she’d be deemed inedible, pray that she’d be saved, pray that someone would come and spare her life. Pray that she was deemed worthy in the eyes of something holy. 

It’s massive head rose, eyes looking into her own as if it could read the very thoughts that rushed through her mind. Sinking into its gaze, she fell deeper into the black, empty pit at the back of her mind where the darkness sat dormant and entombed, waiting to be released onto the world. She just had to let go of what little control she’d been allowed in life and open that lid to Pandora’s box. 

And then a voice – not quite male, not quite female, something that was a convergence of the two – arose from out of the dark and infested her mind. “You know pain. You know suffering. Would you like to be free?”

It asked the question and yet her vocal chords were already burned to the point she could no longer speak, her lungs having filled with acrid smoke would not allow for even choked words to spill forward from her lips, but somehow she was able to answer. “Not if it means dying.”

A laugh, cold and mirthless, sent a shiver down her spine. The rattling of a tail screaming through the very weave of time itself. It coiled in the back of her skull, and whatever amount of human evolution and countless generations it had taken to get her here was stripped back until she was nothing more than an ape who’d discovered fire as a means to hold back the dark. She was a sniveling being in the presence of something it’s simple mind could not comprehend without being driven mad. 

“You wish to live?”

“Yes.”

“What would you give?”

“Anything.”

It was a simple trade, a barter that worked in her favor. What she might have had to give up was a small price to pay for what she’d receive in return – a second chance. For what, she wasn’t quite sure yet: redemption, revenge, reclaiming her birthright? She supposed she’d find out in due time. She’d sacrificed enough in her life, it was time for all that effort to be recouped and repaid in full. 

As the fire extinguished, and the bright glow of headlights fell upon her, she was more alive than ever. Skin had regrown, her hair no longer melted, blackened and burned, the milky cataracts of her eyes scraped back to the icy blue gleam they had once been.  She was reborn, made anew in God’s image. Chosen. Saved. A miracle that should never have been. The lone witness to the hand of God still willing to burn bushes for those most fervent in their belief of him.

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#can you tell my love for the vvitch is coming through with this wip lmao #i've also gotten back into reading my clive barker books so that should give a frame of reference for where i'm #going with this fic eventually #wip wednesday #fic: kakia #oc: kit cross

[fallenclan]

// ⚠️ TW • this fic contains child death.

Shrewkit has the brilliant idea to sneak out. Sorrelstem wouldn't even let them out of the nursery earlier, the thought of going into the snow scared him.

"There's this tunnel behind Maplestar's den," Shrewkit eagerly said, her paws shuffling the moss. "We could totally get out through there!"

He glances at their mother's empty nest. Sorrelstem was out on patrol tonight. Waspkit and Owlkit kit softly snore in the empty space, while Salmonkit, on the other end of the nursery, snores loudly. Antkit occasionally flicks an ear but doesn't do anything. He would dismiss noise as Salmonkit being hyper at the wee hours of dawn.

"Sorrelstem'll be back soon, then we'll never get to leave!" Shrewkit exclaims, prodding his nose. "Moosekit, please?"

"It's too cold," Moosekit says. "And we're too little to leave camp."

"We're almost six moons! Wouldn't it be cool if our mentors took us out to the territory and we already knew where everything was?"

Moosekit, for all his Responsible Older Sibling instincts, can't deny that the nursery is boring. And Sorrelstem coddles them all to death; when she returned they'd be holed up in the cave for the next quarter moon.

"Fine. But if it gets too cold we're turning back!"

It starts snowing as soon as they get off the rocks.

"Maybe we should go back," Moosekit says, glancing towards the entrance that Pinefrost stood guard at.

"No way! We've made it this far!" With those idignant words, a snowflake lands on her nose and she sneezes.

They slowly walk down the slope, leaving tiny paw prints in the snow. He shivers.

(In retrospect, he should have stopped her. He should have woken up Lightningtail, or Blizzardfang, or told Pinefrost--)

The snow gets heavier, and soon they're backed against a tree, waiting for the whipping winds to settle. The tree tilts precariously above them.

Shrewkit shivers, and presses into Moosekit. "I'm sorry!" She wails above the storm, her voice high with panic. "Mom! /Mom/!"

Moosekit feels his fear rising. It's /cold/ and Shrewkit is /cold/ and his fur is puffed uo but it won't stop the snow from piling around them.

Shrewkit stands, and signals for him to bite her tail. Like some horrible life and death game of follow the leader through the snowstorm.

They settle against a rock, one that provides shelter against the storm but is slanted a bit. It's not high up, but Shrewkit misses the first jump and he has to nose her up the rock.

"I-it's gonna be okay," Shrewkit says, her teeth chattering as she shakes. "We're g'na be fine. Mom and Teddyfluff will come find us, then we c-can go play with Salmonkit and Lionkit and Mosskit and..."

She trails off, her words dying down. Every sense is overwhelmed with snow and wind and shivering, and he curls up, giving up on blinking away his sleepiness.

Shrewkit is not there when he wakes up.

He glances down, and around him. "Mom? Teddyfluff? Waspkit? Owlkit? Salmonkit? Lightningtail?"

"Mom?"

He stumbles off the rock, crashing facefirst into a snowy bush. He stands up, turns around, and spots a flicker of pale ginger.

Shrewkit looks very peaceful, in the snow. Her eyes are closed, she's not madly shivering like he is. Like she was asleep.

"Shrewkit, why're you sleepin' in the snow?"

He prods her. "Shrewkit? Shrewkit? Shrewkit?"

She is completely still. He pushes his nose onto her freezing cold cheek. "Shrewkit wake up, we gotta get back to camp."

A rustle in the bushes behind him.

A black cat with a trademarked ginger spots over his eye pelts through the bushes. Behind him, a black cat with white markings and a gray and white fluffy she-cat.

"Crowflame?" He briefly recognizes Willowsplash and Pinefrost, but Crowflame is here. He knows Crowflame, he totally saved Owlkit. He would save Shrewkit too.

Crowflame stares at him, with a distant look of anger. Then he looks at Shrewkit, and the look of anger slips into one of horror.

"Oh, stars," Willowsplash whispers. Pinefrost is unreadable, but the way the fur on the edge of her spine stands tells him all he needs to know.

"Shrewkit's sleeping," Moosekit says. He's not sure if he really believes it anymore. "She's sleepin' in the snow," he repeats. His eyes are foggy and his voice shakes.

Crowflame stares at him with a look of distant sadness. "Moosekit, how long has she been here?"

"I'uno," he mumbles. "I woke up and she was here."

Crowflame presses his nose to Shrewkit's still flank. "May the stars guide you to their skies," he whispers. Then, he picks her up by the scruff. "Willowsplash, go find Maplestar's patrol. Tell them we found them. Pinefrost, you go find Teddyfluff's. I'll take them to camp."

Pinefrost, with a look of shock, pads across the brief swath of trees. Willowsplash stares numbly at her paws, but follows.

"Moosekit, come with me."

He follows Crowflame. Crowflame knows what to do. He's Crowflame. He's smart and thoughtful and--

"Why did you sneak out?" He says, voice muffled through Shrewkit's fur. "It was too cold. You should have had some warriors escort you if you wanted to go play."

"We're almost apprentices," Moosekit bites out. "We were fine until the storm!"

"You clearly weren't," Crowflame growls, but seems to bite his tongue, because a long pause passes. The only sound is the crunching of snow under his paws and the distant squawking of birds.

"I'm sorry," Moosekit quietly says.

"I know."

He stares at Shrewkit's limp form dangling from his mouth. And that's when it hits him. Shrewkit wasn't asleep, or pretending, or just really tired.

She was gone, like Henryclaw was. Dead.

"Mom? What happened to Henryclaw?" He'd asked. It was when the vigil was happening.

"Sometimes we try our hardest, but cats still get hurt," Sorrelstem said. "Henryclaw watches over us from the stars now."

"Shrewkit's in the sky," he whispers. "Her body's still here, but she's actually in the stars. Do you think she's in the stars?"

Crowflame hums, muffled through the pale ginger fur in his jaws. "I think Shrewkit's in the stars, with Goldenstar and Henryclaw and Mistyfish. She's in the stars, and if you look really closely tonight and one shines brighter, that's how you know she's looking for you."

Moosekit nods along, but he's not really listening.

He is confident he will never forget the shrill wail of his mother when Crowflame gently set Shrewkit to the ground. She sobbed the whole night, ranging from near silent tears to full blown wails and screams that nobody could calm.

Waspkit and Owlkit stare at him with wide, scared eyes, and he brushes past them to collect Shrewkit's trinkets. Shiny rocks, tiny flowers. A pretty feather that Teddyfluff gave her.

He stares at the empty nest. Soon, Silverbelly would come and take it, and he'd never see it again. Soon, Salmonkit and Lionkit and Mosskit and Antkit would stumble into the nursery with wide eyes while Lightningtail and Blizzardfang attempt to explain death to three moon old kits.

His apprentice ceremony is in a half moon. There were supposed to be four new apprentices in a half moon. Now there will only be three.

He should have stopped her. He should have woken up some other cat to escort them to explore. And because he wasn't responsible, he would never talk to her again, would never play moss ball, would never go play in the snow that killed her-

He stares bleakly at his paws. They were supposed to be apprentices together.

It wasn't fair.

-🍭 (im very sorry)

AUGHHHHH AUGHGHGHAU GHGH MY HEART DUDE THIS IS AGONIZING. and yet SO fucking good holy shit. lollipop anon you have just wrenched my damn heart out and stomped on it <3 holy fuck

#tw child death #child death tw #child death #fallenasks #fallenfic #lollipop anon

[goblinpuppy35]

Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

(Previous Chapter) - Part 4 - (Next Chapter)

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

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Heavy footsteps echoes up the stone stairs towards Lupin's private quarters. Hagrid's large leather boot kicks the door open, striding into the open plan living room, holding Y/N's unconscious body in his arms. Slipping past Hagrid's large frame Remus enters the room looking visibly stressed. Upon arrival to the scene of the incident the nurse had ordered him and Hagrid, who promptly appeared himself to find out what all the commotion was, to take Y/N to the closest closed quarters which had a fire place. By luck this was Remus' private chambers.

Rushing to the sofa Remus pushed off the piles of books and parchment he had stacked upon it. With great care Hagrid placed Y/N's curled up and shivering body on the cushions. New footsteps could be heard and gliding into the room appeared the nurse, instantly crouching down next to her unconscious patient. "Make yourself useful and lit that fire! Quickly now!" Remus did has he was told, as he struck a match he suddenly become aware of how much his hands were shaking, almost enough to extinguish the flame. Taking one a deep breathe in to centre himself Remus began to light the fire.

After the fire was ablaze Remus helped Hagrid carefully pull the sofa towards the heat as the nurse has accommodated Remus' tiny kitchen space with namouras herbs and filled vales  which she was mixing together into a pascal and mortar. Remus was told to collect all the blankets he could find, fortunately he had plenty. Returning to the fireplace he looked down upon Hagrid who was petting Y/N's head tenderly. He looked as concerned as Remus did. "He's a good kid you know" Hagrid blurted out seemingly to no one in particular, "real hard working, never complains. It's been a long time since I've had help around the castle and at first I told Dumbledore, 'I don't need no help thank you very much' but" at this moment his voice caught in his throat "but I was dead chuffed to have Y/N's company around the castle. Did you know despite having magic parents he was born a Muggle? .. oh that might have been a secret actually". Remus had kneeled down next to Hagrid and placed a hand reassuringly on his strong shoulder "Yes I did" and he smiled warmly at the half giant, "can't be easy that but you don't see that getting him down" Hagrid said with a woeful sigh as Y/N moaned quietly. "Save your tears Hagrid the boy will be fine" interrupted the nurse as she marched over holding a bowl. Shooing the two men out of the way she lifted up Y/N's chin and guided the rim of the bowl to his lips. Steam rose from the bowl and it's contents smelled reminiscent of mauled wine, "This thermal position will do the trick, though it will take several days to take full effect. In the mean time he must stay as warm as possible".

Remus started to pick up another blanket, "I'm afraid that won't be enough" explained the nurse "we need him to return to body temperature as soon as possible for a full recovery to happen. The best way to achieve this presently is to take in the body heat from another person". Remus griped onto the blanket tighter "what are you looking at me for?". "Well I can't do it" exclaimed the nurse " I have another patients to see to and sorry Hagrid my dear I think the sofa would break if you tried. You'll only have to do it until his skin is not longer cold to the touch Professor". There was a moment of hesitation, Remus looked down at Y/N and straightened his posture in determination "alright then!".

Respectfully the nurse took Y/N top layer of clothes off, leaving him in a vest and boxers, Remus stripped down to the same effect in the other room, returning with a blanket draped over his body, concealing his abundant of scars from the others. "Well we will leave you to it" said the nurse stocking the fire one last time "if you need anything please come and find me" and with that her and Hagrid left Y/N in the care of Remus.

Awkwardly Remus paced around the unconscious Y/N, the end of his blanket dragging along the floor. This was not a situation he expected to be in and he didn't quiet know how to approach it, however with another weak uncomfortable moan coming from Y/N's lips the Professor knew he couldn't wasn't anymore time. "I'm sorry about this Y/N" he muttered as he gingerly slide onto the sofa behind Y/N, throwing the blanket over both of them and pulling several others over for extra insulation. Only their heads and tops of shoulders stuck out. You wouldn't be able to tell they were barely wearing anything underneath. Remus would feel the contrast in temperature between them, he severely wishes he could have asked Y/N first but slowly he wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and pulled him closer to his front, resting his own head in the crook of Y/Ns cold neck. Each time Y/N whimpered quietly Remus held him tighter, he did his best to not focus on the fact the young man he was attracted to was pressed up against his body and just concentrate on ensuring Y/N gets better. As the evening drifted into the night Remus noticed Y/N's shivering and cries diminishing, moving his hands across Y/N's skin he was significantly less cold to the touch. Wondering if he should get up or possibly makes some food Remus suddenly felt Y/N's body twitch, "Y/N?" Remus whispered excitedly as Y/N's body twitched again and then shuffled, turning around slightly to face Remus' body before Y/N started to burry his head into Remus' shoulder, shaking softly, still unconscious. Despite the seriousness of the situation Remus' heart began to flutter, he moved his arms to hold Y/N's back, their bodies in a tight embrace "It's okay Y/N" Remus hummed, resting his chin on top of the groundskeeper's Y/H/C hair "I've got you". They stayed together on the sofa throughout the night.

Alas the next morning Remus had to attend his classes but he was revealed to observe Y/N's condition looking better. Seeming to take the form of a coma. As the week continued Remus kept watch on the fireplace throughout the long evenings which Y/N slept deeply. Stirring up the embers with an iron poking rob causing the warm glow to increase around the room at night. He had tried sleeping in his own room the second night but was incapable of drifting off knowing Y/N was in the other room. 'What if he wakes up and needs something?' Remus kept wondering. Inevitably he ended up bringing his bedding out into the living room area and curling his body up in the large arm chair he placed next to the sofa. He would read through the night, sometimes aloud to Y/N and when he grew tired he would set down his book and stare at the sleeping man, often only the top half of his face poking up from all the blankets, the flicker from the fire danced across his eyelids and forehand. One night Remus leaned forward to asset Y/Ns temperature by placing two of his fingers against Y/N's cheek, this action cause Y/N to breath in deeply and exhale almost as if he was relaxed.

The end of the week had arrived and Remus was teaching his last class of the day. The third year had some of his favourite students Neville, Ron, Hermione and Harry of course however once Remus saw the sheepish figure of Draco Malfoy enter his classroom he had to conceal his bared teeth. Since the incident the weasel had made himself absent from Remus' classes, he'd heard from the teacher grape vine that a serve punishment was in order however Draco's father was certainly going to come to his son's aid. The full moon was still weeks away but Remus could feel the wolf inside him grow. He knew he would get great pleasure out of throwing the young Malfoy out of his class and down the stairs yet he knew this vengeful thirst would not solve anything. Remus continued the class as normal, any engagement he had with Draco was certainly colder then how he talked to all his other students and Draco himself strived to avoid all eye contact with the Professor as humanly possible.

Finally the end of the teaching day has arrived and briskly Remus made his way up the long stair case to his chambers often taking the steps two at a time. Swinging his door open he was met with instant panic when his eyes fell upon an empty sofa, blankets thrown across the arms and floor, the balcony doors were open letting in the cool breeze. "Y/N?" he said softly and then louder in a more panicked tone as he started to enter the room. "Remus?" a voice flouted from the open doors out onto his balcony and soon after it's figure appeared. "Y/N" Remus sighed in relief placing his hand on his chest. Y/N was standing straight in his boxers and vest, grasping a glass of water in his hand. In the back of his mind Remus couldn't help but think how well Y/N fit into the surroundings of his chambers. 

"I woke up about an hour ago and I wasn't sure were I was. I felt so thirsty. By the time I found a glass I figured from all the books around and the chocolate hidden in the cupboards this must be your lodging". As the light shone from behind Y/N, finally Remus saw his smile, the same smile he had missed so much through the week and now it spread to his own face as he walked out onto the balcony to join Y/N. "What happened? My memories all blotchy" Y/N asked looking up at the Professor. "You were struck by a freezing spell. Your whole body began to freeze over. The nurse was able to give you a thouring remedy but you've been unconscious for a week as your bodies been recovering ". Y/N look back into the room towards the sofa "I've been there on that sofa for a week.. and you've been looking after me?" looking back up at Remus with an expression of shock and gratification. "Well someone had to keep an eye on your temperature, your barely wearing anything are you not cold" Remus asked and instinctively reached out to touch Y/N's cheek, causing the younger men to step back in surprise. "Oh I'm sorry, it's become a force of habit this week" Remus laughed weakly and a moment of silence fell upon both men. 

"Thank you Remus" Y/N finally said, his cheeks either pink from the cold or embarrassment or possibly both, avoiding Remus eyes and settling on his nose. "I'm just glad your okay now" Remus replied earnestly. For the rest of the evening the two sat on Remus' sofa together talking, Y/N transitioning from drinking multiple glasses of water to cups of herbal tea. Remus brought Y/N up to date on the comings and going around the school, how many of the students were asking after him and how he struggled not to throw Malfoy out of his class earlier that day. This caused Y/N to scoff in his tea before placing it down "I bet that boys going to run away in terror if he sees me in the corridor, now that I'm invincible" raising up his arms to jokingly flex his muscles. Remus chuckled as he bite down on a square of chocolate and then his expression turned serious "I was really worried about you Y/N. I know it wasn't your fault but as a muggle you are more vulnerable to stuff like this". Y/N cocked his head to the side "well I'm lucky I have someone like you around then. I understand what your saying Remus but I also don't regret what I did". Remus smiled across the sofa, his arm stretcher across the back almost touched Y/N's shoulder "I know you don't. That's what make you brilliant". The fire wood crackled in the background as both men smile at one another, content in each others peaceful company. "umm Remus I've been meaning to ask" Y/N finally said "where are my clothes?". 

"Oh Christ! Yes. Sorry" Remus leaped off the sofa and heistly went to the table were a neat folded pile of washed clothes were as he hurried explained what the nurse had instructed him to do and how he felt bad he couldn't ask first but it was a time sensitive situation. "Remus, Remus it's okay" Y/N said through his laughter, "You did what you had to do. And I'm very grateful for you". Taking his clean clothes Y/N walked to the bathroom to change saying he probably needed to go and find the nurse before heading back to his own quarters. Remus stood alone in the room as he waited for Y/N looking around, the idea of his space housing just him again made it feel colder and empty. He didn't want Y/N to leave.

When they approached the door neither one knew exactly how to say goodbye. "Thank you again" Y/N said as he hover in the doorway, Remus' figure towering above him. Then before Remus would figure out what to say Y/N pulled him in for a hug, their height difference meaning Y/N's arms were wrapped around the small of Remus' waist and his head and against Remus' chest. It felt wonderful. All Remus could do was soak it in and gently place him hands on Y/N's shoulder blades. A moment passed before they separated, without saying goodbye Y/N simply waved and smiled before descending the stairs. Remus felt such a strange mixture of his heart growing and breaking at once.

#remus lupin #remus #lupin #90s #young remus lupin #gay #fantsay #fanfic #remus x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x male reader #the marauders #magic #wizard #romance #90s nostalgia #gay romance #goblincore #gardener #garden #werewolf

[1-800-teax]

Birthday Boy

Loki x Black!reader

December 17th

Y/n and Loki’s House - 5:00am

Third POV:

Y/n’s eyes flutter open, slowly becoming more aware of her surroundings. She could feel her silk bonnet slipping off of her head, the cool air blowing over her blanket-covered body, the feel of Loki’s strong arms wrapped around her and the smell of her shampoo in his hair as his ahead is rested on her chest, snuggled comfortably.

Y/n slowly lifts her hands to rub away the sleep, turning to look at the clock resting on the nightstand. The time reads 5 o’clock am.

Y/n carefully removes her self from Loki’s grasp, replacing g herself with her pillow. Fixing her bonnet and the blankets on Loki, she makes her way out of the bedroom quietly.

Clicking on the kitchen lights, Y/n stretches as she moves across the room to gather the ingredients for Loki’s cake.

She washes her hands, staring to make Loki’s favorite cake. After 10 minutes, Y/n puts the cake into the oven, setting a 30 minute timer.

Y/n walks over to her and Loki’s at home library and retrieves the fresh bouquet of flowers she picked last night while Loki was out with Thor, as well as the handwritten letter she wrote for him.

Y/n places the bouquet of the flowers onto the kitchen island, propping up the enveloped letter on the side of it.

She fixes the petals of one of the flowers and feels soft fur wrap around her ankle, looking down she sees Gigi rubbing against her leg.

“Good morning, Gigi.” She says in a voice that a mother refers to her child.

She reaches down, picking up the cream colored - blue eyed kitten and places kisses along her head.

“Are you going to sing happy birthday to daddy?” Y/n asks the kitten to whom replies with a quiet ‘meow’. Y/n giggles, taken Gigi with her to retrieve all of Loki’s presents she had midden all around the house.

As Y/n walks into the living room, she finds her oldest cat Knox laying, asleep on the couch.

She giggles at the sight and continues on placing the presents onto the coffee table, on display for Loki.

Next, she takes the big banner the says ‘Happy Birthday to my favorite DILF!’ accompanied by paint covered paw prints, numerous hearts and kitties flowers, even a not bad attempt of painting his helmet.

Y/n uses the help of her step stool to pin up the banner the the entrance of the living room. Y/n steps back, admiring her handiwork.

“Do you think it looks good, Knox?” She asks her cat when she notices he’s awake. The cat looks up at her blankly and goes back to licking his paws.

“Good enough.” Y/n shrugs.

The timer goes off and Y/n rushes to the counter to turn it off and to take the cake out of the oven.

Y/n checks if the cake is done, it is and sets it down to cool before icing it with a green frosting the best she can, her trained eyes are focused on trying to form the perfect flower, to which she eventually gives up on and instead finds a smudged petal method that doesn’t look that bad.

After about an hour of decorating the cake, she finally finishes and places it on a decorative glass heart-shaped cake display.

Y/n places the cover over the cake display and places it next to the flowers and the letter.

Y/n smiles widely at what she achieved. She looks at the clock on the wall showing her that is almost 7 o’clock, which is when Loki usually gets up.

Y/n quickly places the Polaroid camera on the counter and makes her way upstairs to her and Loki’s bedroom. Sneaking back in the bedroom, effortlessly and tiptoeing to the bathroom to freshen up.

After washing her face, brushing her teeth and tossing aside her bonnet to tie her hair into a slick bun with simple edges.

Y/n walks out the bathroom quietly, finally taking a moment to admire Loki as he slept. The way his broad-muscled shirtless back is stretched over the bed as he sleeps on his stomach. The way his soft and fluffy curls fall over his eyes and the tiny snores escaping his mouth.

Y/n smiles and walks towards her side of the bed and slips into the bed, slowly.

Just as Y/n picked up her current read. Loki’s breathing evens out, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

Y/n could feel her heart beat pick up and butterflies in her stomach a Loki’s eyes meet hers and he gives her a warm smile to which she returns.

Loki sluggishly pulls himself towards Y/n, resting his head lighting in her chest. “Good morning,” he mumbles in his deep morning voice.

“Happy Birthday, handsome.” Y/n whispers, running her hand through his hair, and along his scalp as her other hand traces circle onto his back.

Loki hums in pleasure and lifts his head to look into Y/n’s eyes, giving her a appreciative smile.

“What would you like to do today, my love?” Y/n softly asks as Loki puts his head back down, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.

“Stay in bed all day with you.” He whispers out.

“Anything you want, baby.” She says closing her eyes as she continues massaging his scalp and back.

Loki’s heart flutters at the pet name and snuggles more into her chest.

-*-

After about an hour and half of cuddles and kisses, they both decide to get up and get something to eat.

Y/n waits to Loki to use the bathroom and they both walk downstairs, when Y/n stops Loki before he can enter the kitchen and instructs him to close his eyes.

“My love…” he tails off a small smile in his lips.

“Loki Friggason.” Y/n playfully scolds him with her hands on her hips.

Loki’s stomach flips and he does as she says, a wide smile on his face.

Y/n quickly rushes in the kitchen where she sees both of the cats lying on the floor, she removes the cake display cover and lights the 3 candles adorning the center of it.

Hurriedly, she places a party hat on her head, and places mini versions onto their little heads before picking them both up, holding them to her chest.

“Okay, you can come now!” She notifies Loki.

She hears him chuckle before enters the room.

His eyes shine brightly, and tears start to form in his eyes as Y/n begins to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him as Knox and Gigi meow along as if they are singing.

Loki laughs at the sight and when the performance is finished he applauds resulting in Y/n bowing.

She sets down both cats who brush pass Loki’s legs as he makes his way towards Y/n.

She smiles brightly and widely up at his tall frame. Loki doesn’t say anything as he cups her cheeks in his big hands , kissing her deeply.

Y/n returns the gesture and after a minute they both pull away, foreheads pressed together.

“Thank you, my love.” Loki whispers and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Y/n smiles up at him before ushering him to both out his candles, cheering when we did.

Loki chuckles and rolls his eyes at her antics, Y/n giggles as well.

“Come on, let’s take a picture.” She says and slaps a party hat on Loki’s head.

“I look ridiculous.” Loki pouts out.

“We look ridiculous together.” Y/n says happily and giggles at Loki’s reaction, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips.

Y/n gathers Gigi and Knox, holding them up to her chest and Loki positions himself behind her, raiding his hand to take the Polaroid picture.

Just before Loki can click the button, Y/n swishes all of their heads together, smiling brightly.

The sound of a camera click echoes through the room.

“Perfect.” Y/n says looking at the photo as it finishes developing.

Loki removes his party hat, placing it next to his cake and smiling at his bouquet of flowers.

He turns to thank Y/n again when he doesn’t see her.

“Y/n.” Loki calls out to her.

“Living room.” She replies.

Loki makes his way out of the kitchen and into the living room, laughing when he sees the banner.

“Do you like it?” Y/n giggles out as she asks him.

“I love it, my love.” He replies happily, walking over to where she is sitting on the floor next to the coffee table playing with Gigi and Knox.

“What’s all this, love?” He asks, noticing all of the presents.

“They’re for you, handsome.” Y/n tells him in a ‘duh’ tone.

Loki’s eyes shine as he looks deeply into her eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, absentmindedly.

“What did I do to deserve you?” She says him, picking up his hand next to her and kissing it tenderly.

Loki hums and Y/n continues to play with their cats.

Loki hums contently and genuinely wonders what he did to deserve someone like you. To deserves being treated like this.

Little did he know, you were wondering how you deserved someone like him.

#y/n #x reader #loki x avenger!reader #loki x black!reader #lokilaufeyson #loki x reader #marvelimagines #the avengers

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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THIRTEEN.

The first thing that wakes you up is a slew of body aches. 

And these aren’t the kind of body aches one gets from sitting too long or going too hard with the cardio the day before. These are excruciating aches that make you moan in pain, feeling like someone is running you over again and again with a monster truck. ‘What the hell?’ you think as sleep begins to clear. 

When your eyes slowly open, you squint at the blinding sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining right in your face. Instinctively, you raise your hand to block the blinding sun rays. And then you stop. 

For a moment, you stare at your hand for a moment, carefully examining your fingers, painted nails, knuckles, and the fine skin covering them. No paw pads. No claws. No black fur. ‘No,’ you think as your heart plummets. ‘There’s no way…’ 

When you go to raise your head and stretch your legs out, you are shocked and absolutely horrified to find that your legs aren’t those of a furry feline, but those of a human. To make matters even worse and more of a horror movie for you, you also find yourself trapped underneath the big, buff, fine-haired arm of your co-worker. ‘Oh, shit!’ you think in panic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ 

Aizawa is knocked out and twisted around to face you, his handsome face serene and positively peaceful in his slumber. On the other side lies little Eri in her ice cream cone-printed PJs, her back to you. Aizawa’s shoulder-length hair cascades across the couch cushion in waves of beautiful, black locks, making him look almost like another version of Sleeping Beauty to you. As if it is your duty to kiss him awake. 

You don’t have enough time to admire his beauty due to the severity of the situation. You’re in your human form. In your coworker and crush’s dorm. How or why you transformed out of your cat form without you feeling any of it through the night, you have no idea. But all you know is that you need to get the fuck out of here. 

Suddenly, Aizawa lets out a tiny moan from beside you. Holding your breath as panic sparks inside of you, you look over at his face and check for any signs of him waking up. You still for a moment, waiting for his eyes to flutter open or for him to begin stirring. Nothing happens. As quickly and as quietly as you possibly can, you hold your breath and slowly, ever so slowly, slip out from underneath his arm. He doesn’t make a sound. 

Once you’re out by the grace of God without waking him, you quickly scramble behind the couch. You press yourself against the couch, doing your best to calm your rapid breathing. You have to leave. You have to get out of here. You close your eyes and attempt to activate your quirk, envisioning yourself in your cat form in an effort to jump-start your transformation.

‘C’mon, c’mon!’ you think, digging your nails into the floor. Nothing happens. Your human form stays, your body aching and exhausted. 

Your heart hammers against your chest and confusion fog your mind, a fresh anxiety attack taking full effect. How did this happen? How did you not feel anything in the night that signaled your transformation? Usually, you feel those body tingles that cause you to leave during the night, but none of that happened. You slept soundly, and that concerns you greatly. 

Maybe you were so deep in your sleep that your form just couldn’t hold on anymore and you slipped out of it without your mind processing it during your slumber. You had exhausted your quirk.

‘Dammit!’ you think, angered at yourself. You thought you were getting better with this. You thought you had mastered your quirk. Perhaps you have, but something about being in Aizawa’s dorm weakened you. Not to mention sleeping next to him–feeling his warm skin against your fur; his hard body shielding your smaller one; his fingers stroking your back and ears as his scent curls around your senses. He relaxes you. He strips you of your defenses. 

The sound of a soft groan suddenly silences your thoughts. Your ears perk up high on your head and point behind you in the direction of the sound. It is masculine, deep, and no doubt Aizawa’s. When the sounds of the couch springs fill the air as the sleeping giant rises from his slumber, panic blooms inside of you. You’re doomed. He’s going to find you and then he’ll never talk to you again. 

Aizawa lets out a yawn before the sound of his phone ringing permeates the air, the ring set to the theme of “Renai Circulation”. If you weren’t about to shit yourself from getting caught, you’d laugh. Another soft, sleepy moan fills the air, this one coming from Eri. 

“Sorry, puddin’,” Aizawa coos from above you. “C’mon, you’ve got an hour left.” You’re not sure what time it is, but if this is around the time Aizawa starts getting ready for work then you need to move fast. 

You hear the couch springs bounce again as Aizawa picks Eri up, shushing her sleepy groans of protest. The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor make your heart beat faster, anticipating him hearing it and looking behind the couch to see you. Luckily, that doesn’t happen. His footsteps momentarily disappear into Eri’s bedroom. Still crouched behind the couch, your hamstrings begin to burn from being stuck in one place, but you don’t dare move. Not until you’re sure you’re in the clear. 

Your gut proves you right when Aizawa’s phone begins to ring again and he reemerges from Eri’s bedroom to grab his phone. The sheer sound of the beloved anime song ends when he answers the call. “Aizawa,” he gruffly says, sounding like he has no time for the BS. “Yeah,” he tells whoever it is on the phone. “I’m ‘bout to get dressed. I’ve got class in an hour. Hold up a second.” 

He stands near the couch for a while, not talking anymore. You can only wonder what he’s doing as you crouch behind the couch, hamstrings begging for release and your blood pumping in your ears. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to silence your breathing. All the times your quirk could’ve fucked you over, it chooses right now? 

“Disarmed,” the robotic voice of a woman says overhead, signaling the disarming of Aizawa’s security alarm. “Yeah, I’m back,” he says into the phone. “Just turnin’ off the alarm.” You could’ve laughed with joy. You hear the footsteps thud across the floorboards as he walks over to the right side of the room, disappearing into his bedroom. His bedroom door creaks shut, muffling his voice. 

Slowly, you peek from behind the couch, finding the door completely closed. Quickly, you pop up from behind the couch and race to the window. You push it open, letting the sunlight and early morning spring breeze hit you in the face. Below is only a dumpster and before it lies the cut, green lawn of the UA campus.

“Fuck it,” you growl determinedly. Taking hold of the window, you climb up onto the ledge and crouch there for a moment, listening for the sound of a door opening or footsteps. There is nothing. 

Without another moment of hesitation, you leap from the window and drop right into the dumpster below. 

Thank God you took off for today. 

You’re especially thankful for your smarts when a horrid smell permeates from the trashbags that break your fall. You retch at the aroma of rotten food and whatever the hell else fills your sensitive nose, covering your mouth to avoid vomiting. You don’t have enough time to recover though when you hear Aizawa approach the window. “Da hell?” you hear him mutter questionably to himself. 

Quickly, you jump out of the dumpster and crouch beside it. You peek up at him, finding his head poking out of the window. His tired eyes search the perimeter of the dumpster, brushing right passed you crouched in the darkness. “Daddy?” a tiny voice mews from the dorm. He looks behind him before disappearing back into his dorm. “Go back to bed, puddin’,” he tells Eri, his tone soft and loving. “It’s just the trash men.” 

As soon as the window shuts, you sigh in relief, releasing the breath you were holding. You rise to your feet, groaning softly at the pain in your legs. You give yourself some time to recover from your humiliating fall before slowly making your way around the building to your dorm, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and feeling paranoid that someone may see you. However, no one does. 

You instead opt to use the front doors to the building instead of climbing the tree to your window, using your school ID number to punch into the passcode to open the doors. The lobby is empty and the security guard at the front desk is asleep, his snores permeating the air. You zoom past him, heading for the elevators, and get one with no problem. 

When you’re finally on your floor, you make a beeline for your door, take the key from under your welcome mat, and unlock it to your empty and welcoming dorm room. As soon as you’re inside, you slowly walk to your bathroom. You need to get the stench of garbage and shame off of you.

After taking a much-needed hot shower with as much soap as you can squirt into your hand to scrub off the germs and dirt you believe are soaked into your skin and hair from the dumpster, thanking God that once again that you decided to take off today, you wrap yourself in your fluffy robe and take a seat on your toilet where you begin to decompress. 

And regret your life’s choices leading up to this moment. You deeply exhale, releasing all of the tension that was held in your body during your escape from Aizawa’s dorm. The realization that things could’ve gotten way differently for you hits you and you feel more and more like shit.

‘Karma’s a bitch,’ your intrusive thoughts hiss at you. ‘You’ve become selfish and now look at you; wallowing in dumpster n’ shit.’

Your head hangs heavy as a headache blooms in your skull from the stress. It’s not even the dumpster part that has you–it’s the fact that you were stuck in Aizawa’s dorm, cut off from any possible escape. If things were different and he had caught you, he probably would’ve never spoken to you again. The idea of it makes a lump form in your throat and your bottom lip wobble. All of this just to get closer to him? How did you ever get so low? 

Your self-loathing is interrupted when there is a sudden knock on your door. “Darling!” Nemuri calls through the door. You sigh, running your hands down your face. You really didn’t want any visitors today. Despite yourself, you drag yourself out of the bathroom to answer the door. When you do, Nemuri stands there wearing a purple sundress and a denim jacket paired with some flats, looking like an absolute babe. 

“Hey, you,” she greets. “Damn, you look like you’ve been through hell last night.” She smirks at you suggestively. “Shouta have you up late?” 

Obviously, she isn’t reading the irked expression on your face or the tight line of your lips. “More like this morning,” you grumble. “And no, it has nothing to do with Shouta. What are you doing here anyhow?” 

Nemuri’s smile fades, replaced with a confused scowl. “We planned for breakfast this morning, remember? It was your day off, so you said you had time for a date. Plus, you told me you’d tell me all about your and Shouta’s date last night.” 

Realization floods inside of you, taking you back to your agreement yesterday during your lunch break. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, slapping a hand on your forehead. “I’m so sorry, ‘Muri. I totally forgot. I’ve been out all night and things got so crazy this morning.” 

Nemuri peers at you, a wrinkle between her brown. “I can see it under those eyes,” she says with a frown. “Sounds to me like the date didn’t go well. Should I go and give that man a piece of my mind?” At the mention of Aizawa, you wince. You really don’t want to talk about this, but you also know Nemuri won’t let it go. 

“No, you shouldn’t,” you defeatedly sigh, “because the date never happened.” As expected, Nemuri’s eyes widen in shock. “What?!” she exclaims as she pushes you into your room and slams the door behind her. “What happened?” she demands. At your ashamed expression, her eyes turn serious. “Y/N, please don’t tell me you were out as Night Claw last night,” she groans. “You stood Shouta up just to kick some ass?” 

“No!” you scoff, irked at the accusation. “I’d never do that because I’m not a bitch! I made sure I sent him a voicemail before I went out last night. There was a bank robbery, Nemuri. I had to go.” 

“No, you didn’t!” she argues, sounding extremely angered at your decision. You don’t even want to imagine how she’d react if she knew where you really were after coming back to the dorms, looking so tired and down in the dumps this morning. “There are plenty of highly equipped pros in this city that are more suitable and prepared for those types of crimes. Leave it to them, Y/N. That isn’t up to you.” 

Though she is right, your pride gets the best of you. You can feel a hiss coming on. “So you’re sayin’ I’m neither equipped, suitable, nor prepared for street crimes because I’m not a “real” hero?” you snap. “Just because I didn’t graduate from UA and don’t have a license doesn’t mean I’m any less of a good crime fighter, Nemuri.” 

Nemuri’s eyes widen at your words, the sting of hurt beneath them. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she softly sighs. “I’m sorry. I just meant that your job starts with the kids at UA. Not to fight on the streets every night when you don’t have to. Just look at you!” 

Her hands move to motion over your body, your robe covering the rest of your bruises. You hug yourself tightly, trying to shield yourself from her caring, worried eyes. “I’m just scared you’re going to let your life pass you by and never take advantage of the opportunities in front of you because of your hobby, Y/N.” She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it. “You deserve a guy like Shouta. I just don’t want you to ruin this for either of you.” 

And finally, the lump in your throat becomes too much and you start to cry. As you do, Nemuri immediately comes to your aid and wraps her arms around you, holding you close. “Fuck!” you sob into her shoulder. “I really am ruining this for myself, aren’t I? I’m gonna fuck this up because of this stupid hero shit.” 

“It’s not stupid,” Nemuri protests sternly. “You are an amazing hero, Y/N; with or without a license. You don’t need a little piece of paper to prove that you’re worthy of fighting crime and helping others.” Though her words feel good to you, they do nothing to soothe the shitty feeling that is currently enveloping you. 

Nemuri pulls away to look at you, her gaze soft but serious. “But if you’re going to do that then Shouta should know the truth about why you didn’t come to your date last night. Or at least an apology. He’ll find out eventually, especially if you start dating him.” 

You sigh, wiping your tears away. “You’re right,” you agree defeatedly. “I need to apologize to him.” But after some food and much-needed alcohol to make you feel less like you just stepped knee-deep in shit. “I could really use a mimosa right now,” you groan in need. 

Nemuri quirks a smile. “Breakfast date?” She drops her arms from yours and you make your way to your bedroom to get dressed while she waits on your couch. 

*********** 

After gathering courage from the two mimosas you consumed at breakfast and a pep-talk in your bedroom room mirror, you finally text Aizawa. 

It is hours after you left Nemuri to venture back to your dorm where you now sit, typing out a message to Aizawa despite your trembling fingers: 

You: Hey…I’m so sorry about last night. Can we maybe meet for lunch? My treat, wherever u want 

*Read at 11:55 PM

Ten minutes later, he shoots you a text back, much to your surprise: 

Shouta: Sorry I was talking to a student. I’ve got lunch in an hour. Meet at the ramen place 

*Read at 12:05 PM

You: U got it! 

*Read at 12:07 PM 

You let out a sigh of relief as you fall back onto your bed, your phone held close to your chest. You can’t believe your luck! This means now you’ll most certainly have to woman the fuck up and face Aizawa head-on. Nemuri is right: he deserves this much. So after picking out a cute little sundress and applying some lip gloss to at least look decent, making sure you get the ramen place directions right, and ordering yourself a Lyft, you meet Aizawa an hour later for lunch. 

The restaurant is very homely and small, but obviously, the place is popular judging by the number of people filling the booths and tables. You stand at the doors to the establishment in your sundress and flats, clutching the strap to your crossbody purse. You begin to slip out your phone to text Aizawa that you’re here, but a whistle on your left stops you. 

You turn, finding Aizawa sitting at the booth closest to you near the window. Behind him are framed pictures, most of whom are pro heroes that visited the restaurant over the years. He is nursing a glass of iced water and a paper menu, his eyes set dead on you.

You suddenly feel hot despite the sundress you’re wearing. After taking a deep breath, you walk up to the table and try to appear confident, but when you speak, your voice betrays you. “Hi,” you weakly say before clearing your throat. “Thanks for meeting me on your lunch.” 

Aizawa hums in acknowledgment as you sit down across from him. He’s still in his jumpsuit and scarves from work today but still looks hot as fuck. You try to hide your flustered expression behind your menu, hoping glancing over at the choices of lunch specials will help you get your shit together. You don’t have to do it for long though because a tall man with salt and peppered hair and a fluffy beard comes up to your table. 

“Ah, welcome!” he says cheerfully as he pours you some iced water. “My name is Tarou. I’m the owner of this place. Shouta, who is this beautiful lady accompanying you on your lunch for the first time?”  Aizawa hides his reddened face inside of his scarves, making you soft giggle to yourself at his cuteness. “I’m a friend of Shouta’s, Y/N,” you say to Taroy, shaking his hand. “I work at UA with him.” 

“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Tarou jokes with a throaty chuckle. “Nothing like some good ramen to take the load off. So what can I get you two lovebirds?” At Aizawa’s groan of embarrassment, he quickly corrects himself. “Oh, apologies! I mean friends.” He gives you a wink despite Aizawa looking like he wants to die. 

Aizawa orders “the usual” which is just regular miso ramen while you go for the mildly spicy miso ramen with extra egg (since you’re planning on paying). After fetching your other drinks (you opt for a passion fruit iced tea while Aizawa sticks with the water), Taoru goes to whip you up your lunch. 

For a few minutes that feel like a whole eternity, you and Aizawa sit in extremely uncomfortable and tense silence. You don’t look at each other, instead staring outside or at your hands. Anywhere but into each other’s eyes. You’re burning for him to say something first but you know you’ll have to be the one to break the ice first. After all, you called him here. 

So after a sip of water and gathering all of your self-confidence, you speak. “I’m so sorry about last night, Shouta,” you begin, earning his attention. His eyes meet yours, nearly rendering you speechless by their intensity, but you persevere. He deserves this.  “I know I’m jumping straight into it here,” you sigh, “but I can’t keep this guilt in. It’s eating me alive! I feel terrible about last night and believe me, I wanted to meet you, but…” 

You look down at your hands, folding them on the table to give them something to do. And to come up with a decent lie. Though your conscious is telling you differently, you know you can’t tell him why you didn’t come last night. He’d never speak to you again. Not to mention you’d probably lose your job. 

“I got caught up in a call with one of the UA students’ parents who were upset over her behavior and it didn’t end well,” you say after quickly deciding on a lie to consider to be believable. 

You go on to explain yourself further, but Aizawa puts up a hand to silence you. “You don’t have to go into details. I don’t even think you can do that as a counselor.” 

You quirk a small smile. “I can’t, but I at least wanted to give you context,” you sheepishly reply. “I was dressed and ready to meet you, but after the call lasted for more than ten minutes, I knew I couldn’t. I–” 

“Stop,” Aizawa firmly says. You button your lip, your ears flattening slightly at his strong tone. However, his eyes are soft and understanding–all of which you know you don’t deserve. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would’ve been even more upset if you didn’t try to call. Plus, you meeting me out here to talk to me about it helps too.” 

Your ears perk up at his words, your tail embarrassingly straight and high due to the utter joy you feel. “So…we’re friends again?” you breathlessly ask.

Aizawa gives you a crooked smile, reminding you of a younger version of himself. “Y/N, we were always friends,” he chuckles. “But this proves to me how good of a person you are. So yes, apology accepted.” 

You swear you could leap over the table and kiss him silly. How can a man be this compassionate and forgiving, especially to someone like you? Someone who keeps secrets and sneaks around? What did you to be blessed with him? 

Someone clearing your throat makes you both startle, seeing Tarou suddenly standing at the table with two steaming bowls of ramen. “Don’t mind me!” he chirps with a wide, knowing grin. “Just bringing you your meals!” 

“Thank you,” you giggle, your stomach grumbling at the scent of the broth. “You have such a cozy little restaurant, Mr. Tarou. So many pictures too.” Your eyes admire the walls behind Aizawa, examining each framed photo of pro heroes standing with the owner. You gasp when your eyes land on the familiar, muscular blonde standing with Tarou, both showing off their biceps. “You met All Might?!” you gasp in shock. 

“Please, just call me Tarou,” the owner chuckles, a prideful glint in his eyes. “And yes, I did. I named one of my dishes after him. But even that isn’t my prized possession on these walls.” He moves to the wall and takes one of the pictures down, showing it to you. “This right here is.” 

You look down at the photo dated, finding three young men sitting at a table with three bowls of ramen. You recognize one of them as Mic with a big grin on his face while a youthful, black-haired boy sits next to him, looking pissed that he’s in the photo. As soon as you recognize those familiar tired eyes, you coo in adoration. “Is that you?” you squeal endearingly at Aizawa. “Oh, my God, look at you! You’re a fetus!” 

Aizawa hides his face behind his hand, blushing with embarrassment. Tarou laughs heartedly, clapping a hand on the pro’s back. “That’s from his UA days. You wouldn’t believe how short he was back then.” 

“Tarou!” Aizawa growls, the flush overtaking his cheeks growing profusely. Tarou lets out another bark of laughter before escaping behind the front desk to avoid Aizawa strangling him. 

Your finger presses against Mic who still had that tall hair and glasses. “So that’s Mic…and this is…” Your finger trails over to where an unfamiliar boy sits across from Aizawa and Mic, laughing hard with his hand on his stomach. He is a handsome young man with tanned skin, a bandage on his nose, and stark white hair that reminds you of a cloud. You can feel his bright attitude even through the photo, picturing him as a lovely boy whoever it is. 

“Who’s this?” you ask curiously. When you turn to Aizawa, he is already staring at the photo and his expression is somewhat somber. “That’s Oboro,” he replies, his voice a tad softer. “He was a friend of mine in UA.” 

“Are you still friends now?” you ask, not picking up on his reaction at all. “Is he a pro hero?” Aziawa’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as swallows, still staring at the photo longingly. “No,” he faintly answers, albeit rather slowly, as if he’s afraid of saying anything at all. “He, um…he passed. A long time ago.” 

Your heart drops at his words. “Oh, Shouta,” you softly gasp, “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve never said anything.” Your ears droop, ashamed of yourself, but Aizawa shakes his head. “You didn’t know. Not many know except Mic.” 

He continues to stare in silence at the photo, his eyes trained on Oboro’s face. You can’t quite identify his blank expression, but you can tell by his reaction that Oboro meant a lot to him. You wonder briefly if Aizawa was different back when he was young. Was he just as vibrant and full of life as this Oboro was? Did Oboro’s death steal all of that away? 

In that moment, you don’t care whether or not your relationship with Aizawa reaches something romantic. Though you want something more, you’re also happy just being his friend. More than anything, you just want him happy and you want to be part of that happiness. Unable to leave him like this, you slide your hand across the table and cover his hand with yours.

He never moves it away, but he looks surprised by your action. “Thank you for telling me,” you softly say. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, okay?” You offer him a comforting smile. 

Aizawa smiles back, turning his hand upward so he can lace his fingers with yours. “Okay,” he replies. 

And so begins your friendship. 

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

[imogenkol]

Winter Wonderland at The Lodge

words: 2.1k warnings: none tags: holiday fluff, werewolf girlfriend acts like a puppy

okay so I may have cheated and combined a few prompts, but I really liked the idea of having a small little holiday fic for them because I used to do it every year. The prompts are: snowball fight, kiss under the mistletoe, and cuddle in front of the fireplace requested by @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cassietrn thank you all so much, hope you don’t mind!

Nadya reveled in the wonderful sensation of snow beneath her boots. The sound was immensely satisfying, like all of the times she went out of her way to step on a fallen autumn leaf just to hear that one of a kind, delicate crunch, only now it was every step on the mountain trail. Not enough wolves or game had cleared the path of white powder, so the human trudged on through it with a beaming smile that not many understood in this particular weather. 

The last time Nadya had been in the snow she was nearly too young to fully understand it. Blurred memories surfaced as a light flurry came down around her, the tiny snowflakes melting almost instantly once they landed on her shoulders. She recalled a lumpy clump of ice in her palm that she had attempted to mold into a snowball, but lacked any coordinated technique given that her hands were so tiny. She kept trying, but it annoyed her how fast her fingers went painfully numb until, eventually, she just gave up. A shiver accompanied the memory and Nadya adjusted her beanie and pulled her coat tighter over the layers she wore to keep the winter’s sharp bite at bay. 

A soft rustle in the trees drew her attention. Nadya scanned the woods, but couldn’t see much in the dense white landscape. The trail didn’t go near any patrol routes, so she doubted it was a werewolf. Even if it was, they would give her a wide berth out of courtesy. Jayde made sure of that. Must be a deer or some other critter scavenging for scraps. She pulled her camera out of her bag and continued on. 

Nadya didn’t keep track of all the photos she took, but she started to wonder if she would run out of all the film she received as an early Christmas gift. The magical winter forest was just too beautiful not to appreciate both in person and behind the lens of her camera. From the sugar dusted landscape to large paw prints along the trail, Nadya captured it all. She was so engrossed, in fact, that she almost hadn’t noticed the snap of a twig close by, soon followed by another several paces from the first.

Whatever it may be, it was moving fast.

This time she felt certain that something out there watched her. The feeling crept up her spine and caused a deeper shiver than the cold did. Nadya lowered her camera and searched the woods around her once again. Her instinct felt too strong to ignore and she did not appreciate being stalked. 

“I can hear you,” she called out. “Do you need something?”

Silence overtook the forest. 

Nadya backed away as she tried not to let unease settle too heavily in her gut. Perhaps it was only a deer. She couldn’t imagine any werewolf would dare toy with her like this. 

The human was about to turn around and walk back up the trail towards the Lodge when her legs connected with something large and soft behind her. Nadya jumped back with a startled yelp. She flipped around to see a massive white wolf stood in her path, tail wagging and tongue lolling out in a wolfish grin. It had been her all along.

“Are you serious?” Nadya yelled, though laughter broke through her irritation. 

Jayde sat on her haunches and looked far too pleased with herself. The stark white color of her fur blended seamlessly with their surroundings. She probably didn’t even need to try that hard to slink around unnoticed in this weather. Nadya never would have spotted her at a distance.

“You scared me, you know,” she complained and put her camera away.

Jayde let out a short bark and bowed playfully as if she were an energetic puppy and not a werewolf who could rip a grown man to shreds in seconds flat.

“That’s how you wanna do this, huh?” Nadya bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. Unlike her past self, her hands were bigger and much more deft now. She easily shaped a perfect sphere of snow. The wolf barked again and dodged in the blink of an eye, but Nadya had already launched the snowball in her direction and it impacted with a dull thud. With a triumphant laugh, she said “I might not be a softball lesbian, but I still have damn good aim!”

Jayde frolicked around her and Nadya scrambled to make another snowball. She feinted left, but Nadya anticipated the move. All of their training sessions taught her what to expect from Jayde, even in a play fight. This time, the clump of snow connected with her face and she shook it off with an indignant snort.

“I know all your tricks by now,” Nadya boasted and quickly sent another volley at her.

They went back and forth – the werewolf running in sporadic circles to avoid incoming attacks as the human used tree trunks as cover while she built her arsenal. Snow now caked the thick white fur of Jayde’s coat, making her look even fluffier than usual. She could pass as a polar bear, Nadya thought. She landed another hit and realized Jayde had enough of losing. 

Nadya saw it coming. “Don’t do it!” she shouted, but had no power to stop her girlfriend’s retaliation. 

Jayde leapt and her massive wolf body tackled the human into a pile of soft powder. Nadya’s startled cry became a giggle, which quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as Jayde’s snout poked at all of her ticklish spots. She tried to wrestle her head away, but Jayde was relentless. Then Nadya wrapped her hands around her muzzle and firmly clamped it shut, causing an indignant growl to rumble in the wolf’s chest. 

“What are you gonna do now?” she challenged.

Jayde tried to shake her grip loose, but Nadya held on tighter, forcing her to use one of her giant paws to pry the girl’s hands off. Nadya knew full well that Jayde needed to be gentle with her and she took full advantage of that, shrugging her claws away. Jayde knew it, too. After a frustrated huff out of her nose, another more intimidating growl vibrated throughout her whole body like a clap of thunder, but it had no effect on the human at all. Nadya simply cocked a brow and placed a quick kiss on the werewolf’s nose. That shut her up fast. 

However, just when Nadya was about to claim victory, Jayde’s eyes twinkled mischievously and she plopped herself down right on top of her like a Great Dane who thinks it’s a lap dog. Nadya became completely pinned to the ground, sinking further into the pile of freezing snow that melted rapidly under their combined heat. She lay there groaning for a few moments before the weight became too much. 

“Alright, alright. Truce?” she suggested in a strained voice. 

Jayde nodded and stood up at the same time Nadya released her muzzle. The girl sat up and shook her head with an exasperated sigh, staring into the glowing amber eyes before her. There was an anticipated pause. 

“Well, hello,” Nadya finally greeted with a giggle and held her arms out.

The white wolf immediately fell into her embrace, nuzzling against the human and knocking her beanie askew. Nadya ran her hands through her fur, enjoying the soft, insulated warmth of her wolf form. Jayde was definitely built for this kind of weather. It made Nadya want to curl up with her somewhere quiet in the pines with the smell of campfire smoke in the breeze, but the melted snow had started to soak into the layers of her clothes. She shivered again. This time her teeth chattered as she held the wolf closer for comfort. Jayde whined in concern. 

“Yeah,” Nadya agreed and reluctantly pulled away to stand up. “Maybe we should head back. I think I need to rest by the fire.” 

That idea brightened the wolf’s demeanor. Her jaws carefully snatched onto Nadya’s sleeve, pulling her in the direction of The Lodge. Nadya chuckled again and eagerly followed. Just in time, too, because the snow storm returned with a vengeance by the time they got back indoors.

They went to their room first so that Nadya could shed her wet clothes and Jayde to change back into her human form. For Jayde, the process barely took a minute, two if she hadn’t shifted in a while. To this day, it fascinated Nadya to see. The ease with which she flowed from one form to the other and back again. Her breaking bones seemed to bother her as little as cracking joints. 

Nadya always loved to touch her after a shift – to lace their fingers together, hold her close, and feel the residual wild heat of the animal that still lingered just beneath the surface of her skin. If she looked closely, she could see shimmers of gold in the fibers of her midnight blue eyes. That’s what she loved the most. And Nadya knew how to draw the wolf back out whenever she wanted, too.  

“Did you look up?” she asked, lingering halfway out of their room as they started towards The Den. 

Jayde flashed a crooked grin. “Didn’t need to. I could smell mistletoe from down the hall.”

Almost as soon as Jayde left for patrol that morning, Nadya opened the package she had hidden in the closet and hung it right above the doorway. She knew if she didn’t act fast, Jayde in all her romantic tendencies would beat her to it. For once, Nadya wanted to jump the gun for their first real Christmas season together. 

Without further hesitation, Nadya leaned in. Even the way Jayde kissed her felt more intense after a turn. Jayde’s lips were warm enough to chase away any chill. She grabbed onto the girl’s hips with retrained strength, but her fingers still dug desperately into her skin. Her passionate cadence had that underlying primal hunger, which compelled a human like Nadya to surrender to it, but she was well accustomed to the desire of a wolf and knew how to calm its restless spirit when needed. A gentle caress down the sides of Jayde’s neck drew out a low, inhuman sound similar to a growl, but not quite as harsh. A submissive sound, Nadya thought. It slowed the ardent push and pull into something more tender, dulling both of their minds in an utterly blissful stupor. 

As they pulled away, Nadya smiled at the bright golden irises that stared back at her. In a blink, they faded. 

“You did that on purpose,” Jayde said.

Nadya gazed at her not so innocently. “Will you make me cocoa?”

The blonde laughed and pulled her girlfriend along. “Anything for you.”

With a winter storm raging outside, The Den started to gain more wolves in search of leisure time. Some were at the bar, others at the pool tables, but Jayde and Nadya claimed their usual spot right in front of the fireplace. Flames crackled and popped as they danced against the blackened brick. 

Nadya sat in between Jayde’s legs on an old leather couch, leaning back against her chest and happily sipping on a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Jayde always went above and beyond to make it gourmet style for her. Fancy chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, homemade whipped cream, festive sprinkles. Most importantly, she made it with love. It put those cheap packets to shame and Nadya practically lived off of those every winter at her old apartment.

“How was patrol?” Nadya asked, placing her hand on Jayde’s knee and giving it a warm squeeze.

“Boring as hell,” she answered and nuzzled against the side of Nadya’s head in much the same way she had as a wolf earlier. “Until I found a no good human on the wrong side of the property line.”

“I hope you took care of that,” Nadya replied with mock-concern. 

Jayde hummed into the curve of her human’s neck. “I’m afraid she’ll keep causing me trouble.”

The brunette scoffed. “Not nearly as much trouble as you give her.”

“Well, there’s a new year coming. Who knows what might happen?”

A warm, content grin came across Nadya’s face at the hope she heard in her girlfriend’s voice. Almost as if Jayde actually looked forward to another year. Perhaps she did. It certainly felt that way when her arms tightened around Nadya’s waist as they watched the fire together. 

“As long as you stay with me, I think it’ll all work out, Jay.” 

“I think so too, love,” she agreed softly.

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#oc insp: nadya bishop #oc insp: jayde thatcher #ship insp: woven and thatched #me mostly posting fluff of these two for the mutuals to see: they don't even know half of the horrors I've put them through :) #but god I am so incredibly happy to get back to some festive fluff #this is big for me ok

[bakuliwrites]

Day Three- Muriel of the Kokhuri

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Silk, Glacial, Citrus, Muriel (The Arcana) Pairing: Muriel x Reader Tags: Fluff, Snuggling, Kisses, Inanna! Word Count: 800

Wind cuts through your body, icy and sharp, chilling the very marrow in your bones. Not even the heavy coat wrapped around your shoulders is enough to combat the almost glacial Vesuvian winter. It’s unusual to be getting this much snow and ice, but a passing storm has practically turned the city into a kingdom of ice. The cobblestone is slick with frost, slippery and more dangerous with each passing moment. Vesuvia moves at a snail’s pace, its citizens cautious as they slide along the narrow passageways and tiptoe carefully through particularly slippery alleys. Icicles hang from awnings, crystalline and wicked as daggers. Occasionally, as you pass by, one will fall and shatter to the ground beneath, sending shards of ice in every direction. Tiny icebergs float down the canals, and some of the smaller ones have nearly frozen over entirely.

You are grateful once you reach the powdery snow beyond the city streets. At least you won’t have to worry about slipping, though part of you is nervous about falling into an embankment and getting stuck. Luckily, you know this area like the back of your hand and manage to traverse it quite well, trudging slowly through the thick layer of snow and into the dark forest. It’s deathly quiet, save a few somber colored birds that flit from barren branch to barren branch, chirping a greeting at you as you shuffle by. Another violent gust of wind nearly knocks you to the ground beneath, but you manage to steady yourself on a gnarled tree. The tip of your nose is frozen, your breath releasing in clouds of fog. What you wouldn’t give for a cozy blanket and a crackling fire right about now. 

It’s then that you spot a large figure lumbering towards you out of the swirling snow. A lantern swings at their side, pools of warm light wavering with each step they make. Out darts a small wolf from behind one of the nearby trees, yipping joyously at the sight of you, snuffling your outstretched hands as you reach to pet her. 

“Inanna!” you exclaim, burying your frozen fingers in her warm fur, soft as silk. Her tongue lolls out to the side, happy whines escaping her throat. After a moment, she wags her tail enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow, before darting back towards the not-so-mysterious figure. A grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you abandon the tree that steadied you and dart towards your rescuers. 

Muriel catches you up in his embrace, holding your shivering form close and warming you in an instant. 

“You’re freezing,” his low voice rumbles in your ear. When you glance up to meet his gaze, his brows are knit with worry. 

“Not with you here, I’m not,” you mumble against him, burying yourself in his chest. He lets out a small chuckle before gently nudging you and taking your hand in his. Inanna prances eagerly beside you, sending up bits of fluffy snow into the air and leaving perhaps some of the cutest paw prints in her wake. You chit-chat quietly with Muriel about your day at the shop and the perils of this unusually frozen Vesuvian winter. You worry about the forest, about the animals that call this woodland home. 

“Spring will come soon enough,” Muriel mutters, a soft, knowing smile reaching his eyes when he looks to you, “And then the forest will bloom again.”

He gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. With this, the two of you fall silent for a bit, enjoying the tranquility of the winter wonderland surrounding you. It’s not long until you reach Muriel’s hut. Smoke pours from the chimney and a welcome blast of warm air greets you as soon as you open the door. It smells of citrus, bright and inviting, two cups of lemon tea waiting for you and your beloved by the fire. Muriel takes your cloak from you, hanging it up to dry and gives you a moment to strip yourself of your icy, soaking clothes. 

Once you’re situated, Muriel guides you to the furs before the fire, snuggling close and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. This frozen Vesuvian winter is no match for Muriel’s gentility and warmth. 

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You hum as he draws you in, warming you to your very core. No amount of chill or ice could penetrate the comfort of this home. Inanna cuddles up to the two of you, slumbering peacefully as you and Muriel enjoy some invigorating honey-lemon tea and lay kiss after kiss to one another’s lips. You arrived home just in time, heavy snowfall pummeling Vesuvia almost as soon as you settled in for the night. But you are unconcerned, safely wrapped up in Muriel’s embrace.

A/N: I always get wordy with Muriel and I'm not entirely sure why. Don't get me wrong, I adore him. I'm just surprised that of all the M6, Muriel is the one I get the most wordy with when it comes to headcanons and mini-fics, haha. Also, I seem to have a common theme in the first fic and this fic, and that theme is being cold. I think I must be channeling how cold I am right now, lol. Thank you for reading! Up next will be Prince Sidon from The Legend of Zelda! As a note, not all of these fics will be Character x Reader. Many of them will be, but they might also be Character x Character, or simply have no pairing :) I'm just letting the prompts take me where they may.

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[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 1: Snow

Fandom: SWTOR

Pairing: None (Gen fic)

Rating: PGish

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“It’s snow.”

Risha leaned around the corner, peering down the hall into the cockpit.  The words had been said so breathlessly, she wondered if --

No.  It was the cold weather variety, not the fun sort.  She wrinkled her nose as she made her way up to the other human members of the crew aboard.  “The cold weather better not delay the delivery of that gonk droid.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eva said dismissively, utterly distracted by the flakes that danced across the front viewport of Virtue’s Thief.  She’d just landed at Pallista Spaceport on Alderaan.  The proper systems were being shut down, but Eva was on autopilot, enthralled. 

Corso, perched on the edge of the co-pilot’s seat, stabbed at a few flakes that fell on the other side of the viewport near him.  “You can even see all the angles and crystals on these.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen snow before.”  Risha craned her neck down slightly to get a look at the angle of approach.

“I have!” Corso insisted, slightly offended. 

Eva was unashamed as she continued to marvel.  “I heard rain for the first time when I was three years old.  I think I was… five, six?  When I first saw snow.”

“You’re a true-born spacer,” Risha commented.  Her parents’ ship had been planetside far more often than this hand-to-mouth smuggler family.  But there was something about Eva’s open awe and …child-like behavior.  Not childish – important distinction. 

“On this ship, not far from Bespin.” 

That struck Risha in… she didn’t want to say heart, because she still wasn’t completely sure Eva and her dump of a ship weren’t disposable. 

She felt something fuzzy twine himself between her ankles, as if sensing the lies in her head.  Damn that cat.  “Likewise.  Outer Rim.”  She almost added “the Mandellian Gambit,” but she checked herself; she’d already told that story about Nok to Eva, and the last thing she wanted to do was blow her cover.    “We eventually settled on Dantooine.  The only action on Dantooine was the change in seasons.  But winter stayed far too long, most of the time.”

“Well, Dantooine’s a backwater.  Anyone would get bored, even with snow,” Eva noted, eyes still fixed on the outside. 

Just then, one of the hatches to the outside of the ship opened up.  That snapped Eva out of it, and she spun in her chair to look back down the hallway.  Risha could almost hear the gears whirring as Eva passed her by.  Hylo unwound himself from Risha and trotted after Eva.  She disappeared down the stairs into the cargo hold.

Corso and Risha exchanged a look and followed her. 

The frigid air poured into the bay, the gangplank down and the doors open.  Eva casually strolled down the walkway.  She made bootprints in the thin layer of snow already on the ground and leaned up against one of the Thief’s landing gear.

Hylo put one tiny paw out into the snow, inspected his print, then turned tail and went back up into the warm ship…

Which wasn’t going to be warm for long.  Risha shivered.  “Ugh, why didn’t he just use the regular exit?”

“Maybe didn’t think of it.  He came up through the cargo hold while we were loading up… because he was used to it,” Corso answered uneasily. 

Risha almost made a comment about him being a poor merc if the thought of sentient trafficking shook him up but … she bit her tongue instead when her eyes adjusted to the stark white and the dark figure a few yards away from the ship.

Bowdaar stood out in the little snowstorm.  He seemed to be shifting his weight back and forth – no.  He was…

He was wiggling his toes in the snow for the first time in … stars knew how long.  A century?  Maybe?

He tilted his head up, letting his mane tumble back from his shoulders.  The wind grabbed at the edges of his fur, making them dance. 

And then a snowball hit him square in the chest.  The Wookiee turned to stare –

“Oh, sithspit, he’s gonna eat her!” Corso grabbed at Risha’s arm, but she shook him off. 

Bowdaar stared at Eva, who already had a second snowball in her hand.  She tossed it in the air once, as if considering her options, caught it ---

And then Risha was eating cold slush – “You TRAMP!” 

Before she could control that impulse or play it off cool, Risha found herself scrambling half-blindly toward the snow, because Eva Corolastor was due for a snow facial.

This indignity would not stand-- !

Risha was dead-set on taking out Eva, but then she heard Corso laughing –

She’d fix that—with two fistfuls of snow shoved right down his shirt—

Corso screeched like a little girl.

And Bowdaar huffed, loudly – and launched a snowball the size of a boulder at Eva, knocking her off her feet.  She cackled, the entire way down.

“Captain!  The ship’s temperature—”  C2-N2 stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

The volley of snowballs sent him shuffling back to the safety of the hallway.

@fluffyfebruary

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[themotherofblood]

Caught Up in a Moment

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold Au

A/N: now if somebody had truly protected Sansa in the books/show

tw: Mentions of blood, animal death and suicidal ideation. Smut! breeding kink vibes, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap lovelies), quickie

Yet another fitting, another horde of dressmakers had invaded the Red keep, this time both you and Tywin were the subjects of this torture. The dressmakers laid fabrics on his shoulders to choose from as he mostly replied in grunts and glares, you could barely breathe in the corset they had put you in, to fit the metal armoured corset out front. One thing your good daughter had major influence over, was how the ladies dressed in King’s Landing. Though you would go along with it, just so the dressmakers give her good reports, only to change it near last minute. You took a deep breath of relief as you ladies undid the outlandishly tight corset, you were sure that had you worn it any longer. It would have bruised you.

You were let out earlier than your husband, to your surprise. You sons had laid out in the sun, out in the varenda with pillows and sheets on the ground. Around them were different coloured berries that now their nurses were mushing into seperate bowls as per your order. The boys loved their about to be sister by law, and their lady “Sasa” loved them very much too. While she was child herself, you’d hoped that having her own children would give her more comfort, or perhaps a reason to find light in the situation she was imposed to. It would be rather daft to think she’d be elated at the union, Tyrion wasn’t a horrible person, a little explicit at times but a good man nonetheless.

A sheet of thick paper laid prepped on the ground as the handmaiden tried her best from letting the little lords rip at the paper, you watched as they garbled nonsense at one another, other than a few words they could already say. Like mama, papa, Sasa, Jams, Eci, and Tion. Both boys would turn one in three fortnights, and you looked at them as how so much time had already passed. Both boys positively lit up as they saw their mother approach them, Jamie stood up with the help of the handmaiden and slowly waddled over to you in wonky steps.

“Ah my love, mama missed you.” You kissed each of his pink cheeks making him giggle, walking over to lower yourself on the sheets, “Mhmm, the berries are yummy huh?” You asked Tyeon as he had already dipped is hand into the mushed pigmented fruit and began licking his hands. “We have a mission today. We are going to make a gift forLady Sansa’s wedding.”

Both boys looked at you like puppies trying to decipher what you said, Tyeon immediately picked it up by garbling out “Sasa!” Before screeching out a high pitched giggle and Jamie mumbled “Gif.” Under his breath as he played with your hair.

Tywin had taught you this, his experience in raising children was one up yours. He had strictly instructed the staff to not communicate with the children in a cooed voice, instead speak to them as if they understood every word. This worked perfectly to their merit as both boys quickly began picking up common words. While the mother in you couldn’t help but coo at them as you put them to bed, most days you spoke to them as normally as you could.

The handmaidens and you spent the next while, dipping your sons hands into the berry mush and making imprints of pigment with their hands, while originally this was to be done with the finest paint that money could buy, you weren’t sure if the raw minerals would be safe in their sensitive skin, instead you opted for berries. Even lion managed to get a few paw prints in, to which he spent a good while, licking at his paws to clean out the sour taste from his toe beans. You made a few thumb prints of your own, next to the tiny palm prints of your sons. By the end of it, the paper was covered in palm prints but you weren’t quite done, your sons held an admirable amount of concentration through this endeavour and yet both of them were covered in berry juice, same as the skirts of your gown and your chest.

“Dada.” Tyeon smiled with his half grown smile, Tywin was stood resting against the posts that held the varenda’s arch ways. He walked over to where the lot of you were sat, the maid stood up to bow at him while he waved her away.

He lifted Tyeon onto his lap as he sat down, “Quite the mess you’ve made huh?.” He asks as Tyeon pressed a sticky palm onto his father’s cheek. He caressed the little boys head before handing him to the maid.

“Have them bathed please.” You told the maid before kissing the top of Jamie’s head. “Get you all clean?” You asked him, hoping he would mimic one of the words and so he did, “keen.”

“I suppose I could use a basin of warm water and a new dress.” You said while inspecting the purple and red mess that coated your dress and neck, you placed four rocks on the corners of the parchment so it could dry in the heat of the sun. While Tywin inspected what it is that his sons and lady wife had attempted to make, you saw the confusion in his face an elaborated.

“The hands are petals, I’m going to paint the rest when it has dried.”

A basin of warm water was placed in your room, before the maid stood stead for anything else that you might require.

“Leave us.” And on cue, every staff personnel poured out your quarters, leaving you and your husband alone. The second the door shut, you were onto him. Legs on either side of his lap as you straddled him, your hands on his face as your lips met, frantic and needy. You had begun trying again, your moon cycle had held a perfect cycle again, since the birth of your boys eleven moons ago.

This time the act of procreation was different, with the conceiving of your sons, it was a subconscious duty that always remained at the back of yours and Tywin’s minds. It was duty to be fulfilled, your end of the bargain. For Tywin this time, it was appreciation, it was the view, the prospect of it. He wanted see you swell, and truly admire it, this part of him that wanted to keep you full of him was primal, animalistic and also a problem. Tywin Lannister had a reputation to uphold, which was hard to achieve when you would prance into a room, looking absolutely devour-able and salacious and all he wanted to do was bury his cock, balls deep within you and fill his seed to the brim within the warmth of your walls.

Every moment of time was used in efforts to see you full, baths together would end up with you bent over the edge, a hand on your mouth to silence your brazen moans as he fucked you on the small council table. Late nights when he would return from his day of work, only to rouse you with your cunt full of his cock. Any moment he could steal you away, he would to use your sweet little pussy and leave it full to its brim.

You had detached your lips from Tywin, getting up to walk to your room, hands working on the front bodice of your gown to undo it. Your husband followed close behind, pawing at your small clothes and then removing them off you. You rested your palms against the table, where a basin of warm water awaited you, to clean the sticky berry residue on you. Tywin beat you to it, taking the wash cloth and dipping it into the water, before pulling you to him, your back flush against his clothed chest. He ran the cloth on your chest, all the while finding himself occupied in marking your neck like the true multitasker that he was. You began to grow frustrated, however your husband was done soon enough.

You bent over the table, presenting your sweet little cunt to him, as he shook his head in amusement. His hand quickly undid his trousers and let his cock spring free from his breeches. He shamelessly took in the view in front of him, his eyes raking down your back to your pussy before resting the tip of his cock in your folds. Teasing his cock within your wetness as he slid his cock over your clit, circling it at the swollen flesh before pushing in, making you and him groan in unison. He spent no time in letting you adjust, his fingers held your hips as he drew himself back and pushed back in before setting a determined pace of full and hard strokes into you.

“This what you wanted wife?” He grunted

“Yes, yes!” Your breathless whimpers and whines filled the room as you clutched onto the table harder, as your head fell, pressed to the table in pleasure. You felt Tywin’s hand snake upward to lift your body up, his fingers digging into you jaw as his forehead fell on your shoulder. This was war for him, and he’s never lost one that he waged in his life

“Give me another babe.” He grunted in your ear, reaching forward to play with your now swollen clit. The pressure within you grew, his cock hammering within you as he whispered obscene things in your ears. You cried out as that ever so familiar tingle spread through your body, clenching around your husband’s cock as he fucked you through your peak

“Fuck.” He panted out, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm hit him, his arms tightening its hold on you as his body spasms, his seed spurts within you yet again, to the brim just as he promised.

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“Ah these are perfect!” You commended the dressmaker, admiring the fine blue tinted leather. You paid the man his gold before folding away the fineries, taking them along with you to visit Sansa. You felt terrible for not being around for quite a while, motherhood had you consumed in responsibilities and your desires in other, because if you weren’t mothering, you were fucking your husband.

The knight stationed by her quarters announced your arrival to Sansa before you entered, you immediately engulfed the girl in a hug, radiating all your comfort within you to her. As her wedding neared the more people were afraid that she’d run, making Sansa spend most her days in her chambers.

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered, her voice meek and sullen

“And I, you.” You reassured as you pulled back, it is only then you found a familiar face stood at the corner of the room. Shae. You tried not to react but Sansa cleared your confusion.

“She is my new handmaiden.” She clarified, with the certainty she said it, you were sure she had no idea who Shae was.

“Ah, well good. She can help dress you.” You said walking past her to lay down her present on the bed.

“Riding clothes?” She looked at you confused as her hands ran over the fine leather.

“You and I, the Kingswood and cake. Doesn’t that sound like a party?” You nudged her shoulder with yours.

“But, the queen-“

“You are not to step out the capitol.” You mocked Cersei’s words. “Being queen regent, especially with another on the way; gives her only so much power. Being the Hand’s wife, gives me more.” You smirked at her.

“Go on change! I bet you’d look fearsome in it.”

You had taken four of your household guard and Fredrick, you watched a small joy spread through Sansa as she saw the brown stallion you procured for her, you had taken the same route as the one Tywin took you down, you watched as Sansa took in the scenery, she looked content for a moment, feeling the chilly air through her hair and the earthen smell of the woods unlike the shit and perfume that coated Kings Landing. The green of the trees made the red of her hair strike out further as your trotted deeper into the woods, until you reached the clearing. The two of you set down the blanket and few snacks that you’d brought along with you, the whole while laughing about how the brown stallion had taken a liking to Starlight. You two spoke of all the things you’d missed at court, about the dresses Sansa had made for her and the ones being made for you, and yet a more serious issue lingered on her lips. Which she eventually voiced.

“Were you afraid of your wedding night?” Sansa asked hesitantly

“In truth, I was. Yes.” You did not want to lie to her anymore than the people around her already were. “Lord Tywin was kind about it though, as any well raised lord should be.” You reassured her,

“Di- did it hurt?” She finally asked what she really wanted to.

“For a bit, though it fel- felt good after a while.” You blushed and Sansa’s eyes widened. She’d changed the topic after that.

“Could you walk me down the aisle?” She asked

“I could ask.” This wasn’t a promise you could make since the wedding was to take place at the sept, and their rules were rather strict.

“I always envisioned that it would be my father, my mother would dress me in ivory and all my brothers would be there.” Her lip began to quiver the more she talked, you placed a comforting hand on her back, rubbing it up and down to console her.

“It isn’t much but, I will be there with you. The whole time.” You gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Promise?” She whispered

“Promise.” You tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “Now, would you like to learn how to shoot?”

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You sighed, dropping your quiver of arrows and your bow next to the door of your quarters, as you walked in, you stopped cold at Cersei sitting at your husband’s desk while he wrote his letters.

“Surprised you came back.” Cersei sneered

“And… why wouldn’t I have?” You questioned her, choosing to ignore her tone.

“You took Sansa beyond the capitol! What if she ran!” Cersei’s voice raised as your looked at her unamused.

“I suppose there is an explanation coming?” Tywin spoke up, leaning back into his chair.

“She is miserable, locked in her room of most days. A little kindness would hurt-“

“What if she ran!” Cersei cut you off.

“She wouldn’t have.”

“You do not know the first-“ This time you decided to cut your good daughter off.

“She wouldn’t have run. Sansa Stark is no good to us, if she throws herself from a balcony.” You huffed out an annoyed breath.

“Just like your mother.” She sneered before pushing her chair to get up.

You saw red at the way she mentioned your mother, there was much of what Cersei concocted that you had tolerated in the past year and a half, her harmful words, attempts to humiliate you, turn your husband against you but this is where you drew the line. Just as she was about to brush past you, you grabbed onto her forearm, your bloodied gloved fingers digging into her porcelain skin. She whipped her face at you, angered as she tried to pull her arm.

“Watch how you speak of my mother, you won’t be queen for long.” You dug your fingers in even harder as you levelled her up. She turned her head back to look at her father to defend her, but Tywin was intentionally focused on his correspondence. You pushed her arm away, freeing her from your hold as her eyes raged in furry before storming out of your quarters. You let out an annoyed breath, looking back to where your husband sat, who was now looking at you.

“She is right, Sansa Stark is a political ward, she would have run given the chance.” Tywin’s voice was stern. “But I understand what you did was necessary, I hope you took guards or we are about to have a much lengthier conversation.” He raised a brow at you.

“I took four, and said political ward is about to be your daughter by law. It would be unbecoming of me as a mother to not protect her, should I pray for a daughter for us some day.” You explained your positioning.

“What did you bring?” He asked, changing the subject as he eyes your blood stained gloves.

“Rabbits, would have tried for something bigger but Sansa was overcome.” You pulled your gloves off, walking to the basin to rinse your hands. “Had them sent to the kitchens for supper.”

“What’s with all the letters again?” You had taken note of all the correspondences again, he hadn’t received or answered these many since the battle of the Blackwater.

“Scullion crew of some sort, the brotherhood. It’s maddeness at Riverrun.” He explained while wiping the ink off his hands. Clearly looking forward to the supper as he walked towards you.

“I’d like to see you hunt someday.” He said, leading you to the hearth. That’s when something that you and Sansa were talking about, hit you.

“There was something I had been thinking of earlier, husband.” A smile spread on your lips as you thought more about it.

“Go on.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You were a knight once.” You smile grew further.

“I was. Yes.” He raised his brows, curious about where you were going with this.

“I wonder if Ser Tywin Lannister was as grim and broody as Tywin Lannister, The Great Lion, Lord of Castley Rock, Warden of West, Hand of the King and Saviour of King’s Landing.” You jested climbing onto his lap as you ran through all his titles. “Am I missing a title?” You giggled, making him scowl at your antics.

“Oh wait I am.” You cleared your throat before continuing “Sheild of Lannisport and Protector of the Realm.” You listed as if you were announcing his arrival to the court. “I wonder if sleeping with Ser Tywin Lannister would be different.”

His hands reached up to hold your face, pushing your stray hairs away from your face. “You are getting braver, aren’t you? His voice held a thrilling threat to it. “Behave, and tonight I just might show you how sleeping with Ser Tywin Lannister would feel like.”

Ah, toying with your husband was never a dull affair

next chapter

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[dreamlandreader]

Foolish Fire Fur Baby Headcanons

An extra special final delivery for @popjunkie42-blog

I didn't originally plan to write these headcanons but whilst writing the final chapter of Foolish Fire, I couldn't stop thinking what Feyre and Rhysand's life would look like with an adorable three-headed pup, and just had to write them down.

Thank you once again for being the loveliest of giftee's. I am so lucky that I got to create for you! I hope you enjoy these extra little headcanons 💖

✨ Despite not wanting to bring the three-headed dog home, and swearing he would not be walking it, within days Feyre catches Rhys napping on the couch, Nyx tucked under one arm and Cerberus under the other.

✨ He spoils Cerberus rotten, always slipping him food under the table during dinners with the Inner Circle, despite Feyre's disapproving glances.

✨ Feyre and Rhys very quickly learn that they completely underestimated how big the tiny pup would get. After six months, Cerberus reaches Rhys's hips when stood on all fours. His size may be intimidating to strangers, but he has the biggest heart.

✨ Feyre was nervous about how Cerberus would act around Nyx, but the pair very quickly became inseparable.

✨ He loves to give Nyx piggy back rides, and every night he guards Nyx's room, protecting his tiny friend.

✨ Cerberus is the most pampered dog in all of Prythian. He loves to get cuddles and despite his size (and multiple heads), he thinks he is a lap dog, and demands to sit directly on the lap of any visiter.

✨ The Inner Circle are obsessed with him.

✨ Cassian and Cerberus love to play fight with one another, wrestling and rolling around on the floor. To Cassian's dismay (and Nesta's great amusement) he usually ends up losing.

✨ Az has spent many hours keeping himself entertained by teasing Cerberus with his shadows, the pup running around in circles and howling at the weaving darkness.

✨ Mor was unsure of Cerberus at first. Despite being an animal lover, three heads means three times more slobber to ruin her shoes. Once she realised that the dog loved to be pampered however, she had found a pedicure buddy for life.

✨ Elain spent hours in the library after meeting her new furry nephew, researching what food was safe for pups to eat. The next day Feyre, Rhys, Nyx and Cerberus returned home from a walk to find Elain had baked several different dog friendly cakes, biscuits and pastries, which Cerberus was more than happy to accept.

✨ Amren was more curious about the pup than anything else, but a few times she was caught giving him a gentle pat on each head, and whispering secrets into his ears.

✨ He loved to sneak into Feyre's home studio to test out her paints. One day he stood on all of her paints, then rolled around in them, coating his fur. When his owners came home they found multi-coloured paw prints all over the white marble flooring and a Cerberus shaped patch on the velvet couch.

✨ He adored Feyre, and would often follow her around like a shadow. He would never forget that day in the woods, the kindness she showed him, and the family it brought him.

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