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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏 | L.JN | PART ONE

— Prologue: “Holy shit i have a MAN THING.”

— Summary: Kim Gauel is your typical smart girl who doesn’t mess about and Lee Jeno is your typical hot sports player on the hockey team. One night their bodies swap and are forced to be each other.

— Genre: SMUT SMUT DNI. SERIES. Crack comedy(?) with romance. Body Swap trope. Swapping identities trope. Bickering to lovers. Coming Of Age. Dirty jokes incoming. Jeno is a fucking horny ball of fire. Gauel is a good girl type meanwhile Jeno is your typical frat into sports with actual personality.

— Notes: I love identity swapping trope with comedy.

— Tag List: @baehaechannie @devinitysann @toroufriteh

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When Gauel thought about renting a house with a bunch of roommates she didn’t really think it would be a bunch of losers who are guys.

Every Wednesday night they open up the tv and have a whole gaming night until freaking midnight or sometimes past midnight until the sunlight comes up.

She is currently trying to study so it’s not very helping hearing screaming guys at each other.

Trotting out of the bedroom Gauel encounters a heinous sight of football obsessed boys with another gaming obsession to add on to their life bucket list. These types of people have the lowest ambitions and she hates to admit it, they don’t have anything going for them in her eyes they might be the low scum of the barrel but nonetheless the only sole reason as to why she is currently living under one roof with them is because they split the rent up.

It makes the situation easier and more adorable to split the high rent together into eight sections. Nonetheless Gauel not only feels like a freaking outcast now, she feels like she’s about to live through a nightmare now.

She steps in front of the tv causing the boys to combust loud groans complaining. “Come on move out my way my freaking Mario kart will become tenth place!” The blonde boy with a strong jawline and piercing black eyes, that would be Lee Jeno. The hockey star playing and an absolute menace on the high school team.

Jeno and Gauel never see eye to eye and whenever they talk it’s usually a bunch of misshaping insults thrown at one another.

They come from such different backgrounds it’s like comparing two different universes together. Gauel came from practically nothing with a single father who works hard labour fishing jobs and goes on sea explorations leaving his daughter to look after herself.

Meanwhile Jeno comes from a very rich part of Incheon where his father invests in truck companies and actually owns the most used truck company in Korea right now.

The young girl pushed her glasses on the bridge as she stands in front of the screen. “Can you guys keep your voices down? Seriously some of us are trying to pass our history test tomorrow.”

On the side a boy with black hair and a very noticeable accent. “Yeah — that someone being only you in this world.”

Gauel glares when the boys collectively laugh finding Mark’s side comment hilariously true. Which it is but that was no need to invalid her freaking complaint.

“Ha ha very funny.” She dryly replied and Jeno smirks widely checking her up and down. Now noticing the attire of what Gauel wore it was a simple pairs of shorts and a tank top which reveals enough cleavage and the sheer thin looking legs.

He whistles looking down. “You wouldn’t mind giving us a little twirl if you’re going to stand there looking pretty,” he soft leans adding. “Right?”

Gauel forms a display series of disgust and anger on her beautiful face as she wore the glasses reflecting the expression quite well. “You’re disgusting.” She spat turning around to leave going back inside the room.

The boys collect their laughter again together she can hear their voices finding this so amusing to see how reactive she became.

Donghyuck exclaims. “Good one Jen!” Renjun chuckles. “I’m still surprised she hasn’t kicked us out yet.” The Chinese boy with lavish split dye hair with the bottom being blonde spoke.

“Ehh. She was desperate and she knows we are loaded so who wouldn’t? On the plus side now we can party as much as we want without our parents being on our asses.”

Chenle whistles grabbing the remote controller of the Mario kart they were playing for hours now. “Just saying. If you’re not going to hit that soon, I might.” He retorts mentioning an emphasis on Gauel’s door as he widely smirks.

Donghyuck widens his eyes wowing again. “What no way?” He screams a little unable to contain the shocking truth from his friend. He leans whispering to Chenle. “You mean HER?”

He gave a strong nod smirking at the thought of actually hooking up with the smartest girl in their high school who’s known for a strict ‘no dating policy’ considering she puts on more focus on the studies than actual socialising or having fun per say. To have a popular boy want to actually do things with her was a surprise — but to have Zhong Chenle say that? Geez his friends were bewildering.

Jeno frowns. “I don’t know what you see exactly in her Zhong. I mean let me get this straight.” Turning around the blonde boy faces his friend with a serious expression unable to shake the idea even out. “You’re wanting to sleep with Kim Gauel the girl who’s never kissed a guy probably in her entire freaking life, only knows how to study and become a teacher’s pet — and has no friends. At all.”

“And she doesn’t even look that good!” Jeno shrugs not quite getting on the couch yet but still moving a lot.

Chenle cockily responds shaking his eyebrows in pleasure. “The innocent and smart ones are the way to go.”

“Trust me boys on this one.” Chenle said convincingly.

Donghyuck blurts out. “As long as it’s not Jaemin’s type in girls I think you’re good on my part.” The boy looks over to him with a side-glare enough to burn a hole into Donghyuck. “Elaborate on what my type exactly is?”

“Whores with chlamydia.” He says with a fake smile. Jaemin the one with a side part on the hair gets up rolling up the sleeve to the shirt as he darkly exhales. “Yah Lee Donghyuck.”

“Your type isn’t any better. You’re the one who slept with a woman over the age fifty.” Jaemin smartly puts out causing Donghyuck and him to play punch each other and near-strangle themselves on the floor.

Jeno laughs watching his friends fight knowing they will make up in a bit or two only you had to wait it out to see their stupid faces come together once more. Mark taps on Jeno’s shoulder as he would point the daggers to the door opening when looking over Jeno saw the young girl coming out going to the bathroom with a towel in arm and a bunch of products in the other.

Mark smirks. “You can’t deny she has a cute face.” He said trailing as Gauel was no longer in the frame.

“Cute face but nothing going underneath.” Jeno said in a matter of insulting her as he looks away. “And not my type at all. I prefer — sexy girls. You know like Kim Jennie in class A3.”

“There’s nothing in this world that would make me feel anything for that annoying nerd.”

‘And there’s nothing that will make me love you, Lee Jeno.’ Gauel thought with determination with an ear to the door eavesdropping on the conversation.

‘They’re just a bunch of womanisers.’

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A new arrives just like any other but leaves a straining taste on the tongue surfacing soon to reality when waking up from the deep slumber in depths that felt like a heavenly surge dream but now deforms to a long lasting images of hell.

Rolling off the bed Gauel walks out of her bedroom groaning with half asleep eyes barely opening, only seeing blurriness and using hands to move around to get inside the bathroom.

And when she did she sat on the toilet sliding off the pyjama shorts and rubs the eyes with the palm groaning once again. “God I hate mornings.” She said reaching the toilet paper but once she did.

The legs spreading a little open she soon realised who she was. Gauel looks around gasping letting the toilet paper drop rolling on the ground completely leaving a trail of white toilet paper in a circular motion. She shakily looks in between the legs to see well something that shouldn’t even be logical possible —

A man thing, was all that came into her head as she stood up going to the mirror to check who’s identity it was.

She stood being Lee Jeno.

“Holy shit i have a MAN THING!”

But the minute she yelled out having a voice deeper octaves than before it sounded exactly like Jeno — it’s like SHE WAS Lee Jeno and no longer the girl she was before.

The bathroom door re-opens and she saw her own body now standing that has left her own very room shockingly watching Gauel with widen eyes pointing at her own chest.

“Holy mother-of-God I have TITS WOWSA!”

She glares shouting in absolute disbelief and shock to see what was happening; they swapped bodies.

They swapped lives out of nowhere, out of any triggering factor that could be causing this to happen.

Jeno was in her body and Gauel was in his body.

However the boy now stuck in a girl body was fondling the breasts in amazement he had widen eyes of fascination as he exclaims trailing a bunch of ‘Whoas’ and ‘Wows’ enough to irritate Gauel and come forward pointing at him.

“Yah don’t touch my breasts like that!” Gauel yells out reaching over to smack his hands off her own precious body.

Jeno looks down at Gauel seeing the shorts she wore that belongs to his a very vibrant bump on the crotch and he croaks out teasingly adding seeing one eyebrow wiggle.

“Oh look at you,” the blonde boy starts. “Something for you excited this morning or what?”

Gauel was confused what he meant but when seeing the boy’s eyes go down to the crotch area she hesitantly looking down puts up her palms on the crotch in panic rushing to her face.

“I- w-what is happening why are you getting hard?” Gauel fumbles upon the sentences beginning to stutter out and Jeno begins to smirk forward. “Oh no not me. You are getting hard.” He’d correct matter of factly.

“Why… Why is this happening to us. Why are you in my body? What is happening this can’t be real.” Gauel grabs her own head as she looks in the mirror finding this to be quite figuratively fucking impossible.

Jeno on the other hand turns around whistling. “I have no idea but honestly i did always wonder how it feels to be a girl.”

She glares pointing out. “I bet it’s your fault we are like this now! What have you done to me.”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t even want to be you if I wanted to be a girl I would’ve picked someone with a bigger ass and tits just saying.”

Gauel never felt so traumatised but as well as embarrassed and insulted at once it felt like a complete game loss to her and now Lee freaking Jeno has to be and act like her until they can figure out how to solve this voodoo mystery problem that’s going to absolutely be the end of her.

Another door opens causing them both to turn around and look at a boy coming in to use the bathroom but stops when they saw them.

Jisung’s ruffled up hair sideways he looks at them sleepily like he suddenly just woke up from a dream.

“What are you two doing here? Get out if you’re not using it.” He said going in.

Gauel begins to push Jeno and Jisung out now saying a repeating ‘No, No, No, No not yet’ causing the boys to be left shocked and behind the door as Gauel grabs the doorknob.

“I haven’t done my skin care routine yet.” She says seriously. This was her routine she has to continue or else it will damage her sensitive skin.

Jisung furrows at her. “Hyung you don’t have a skin care routine. The only routine you have is take a shower and brush your teeth in the morning.” It was odd to see his friend suddenly fall into a random pool of moisture and cleansing.

Jeno couldn’t help but mentally slap himself because she totally forgot she wasn’t in her own body — she was in fact IN HIS body now.

His friend is confused when the door slaps and he rubs the back of his head letting the hair run through the fingertips as his gaze turns to Jeno.

He awkwardly didn’t say anything because he usually doesn’t speak to Gauel, and she doesn’t usually speak to him either he was one of the quiet ones who did his own thing.

“Yo bro mind giving me back the tee shirt you owe me?”

He spoke freely because he knew that Jisung has his own shirt but he totally slipped out disregarding the fact that he’s a woman now and not himself which leaves him staring at a confused and broken down Jisung watching in fear.

What shirt does he own a girl?

“Uh what?” Jisung said back.

“Uhm never mind don’t… don’t worry about it… bro.” Jeno slowly trails look away and then turns around suddenly. “Wait,”

Jisung stops going back to stare at the girl who was scaring the living heck out of him.

Jeno warily questions.

“Why are you speaking informally to me?”

The taller boy with a younger baby face bows his head apologetically unknowingly he never once asked about her age and now he was scared. He assumed she was younger or at least similar age but apparently not?

“Oh… sorry… Noona.” Jisung added awkwardly.

“Ahuh better freaking be.” Jeno arrogantly said crossing arms grumpily.

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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I have a request to make if you are willing. platonic yandere centaur Aoi Kanzaki with a child reader who loves horses. please and thank you.

Goddamn. These platonic Yanderes are so hard to write for! But okay, okay. I’ll try again! Thank you for being patient with me and my constant forced rejections

Kanzaki Aoi- Horseyback Rides

Aoi has never really had anybody she could care for or play with throughout her life, as she was a mythological creature, shined out of the human society unjustly. A real life centaur that had the lower region of a dark blue-mixed-dark brown coated horse but the right-up torso of a human. She suspected she’d be alone for the rest of her life but no… she has been giving a liferafter as she was drowning in loneliness and emptiness

You… a adorable child that wound up in the forest she resided in, alongside a bunch of other mythological beans she had befriended. Most mythological creatures would have left you to die in the cold, scary forest as revenge for how humans treated them but not Aoi. Aoi had quickly developed a fondness over you, picking you up as you slept in a weak shiver and begun to trot back to the mansion. She didn’t have much fur to provide warmth for you but she held you closely

The way you woke up and smiled at her made her heart, you seemed to have liked her already but your excitement blew up when she stepped back, revealing her centaur bottom-half. Aoi was shocked at your response to her sudden movement, your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hands reached out for her horse backside and legs. You like horses? Aoi got her needed answer in no time, yes, you do just like horses! You love horses and you immediately leant up to sit on top of her horse back

Aoi knew you had a family somewhere but she truly didn’t care anymore, she finally has a friend who understands her and doesn’t suspect a landslide worth of housecare work from her. She just wanted to sit down with you and play with you forever, she didn’t want to keep working under Shinobu, she just wants to care for her adorable little human. Aoi grew so attached to you that it became a maddening obsession

Aoi needs you. Needs you to function as you take away all the dark thoughts but yet produce even worse darker thoughts; senses of aggression and overprotection. She winds horse legs up as you play with a cute horse plush she sew for you and kicks at absolutely every mythological creature that dare to find you, hid away in her bedroom

Aoi’s big-sister like passion over you overly thanks her past decision of saving you from that day, a single cold night in the forest guarding the Butterfly Mansion, would have killed you without her stepping in and bending over all four of her horse limbs. She will protect you, her precious little baby sister. Aoi does her best to hide her rotting behaviours from you as to not make you scared of her

You absolutely love her, a pretty real life horse lady and she can’t stand the idea of making you hate or fear her. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to her and she won’t let you go back to the humans, you’re with her now. You don’t need the humans anymore, you can stay with the pretty horsey! Doesn’t that just sound so great?

Aoi flashes a wide smile with a sick sense of sisterly love at you as you giggle excitedly and clung your arms over her shoulders. You just loved it when she carried you around, her hooves clicking loudly on the floor and her raven black tail flicking against your back, causing you to giggle even more. Every sense of affection and joy you express to her, Aoi’s obsession over you and having you as her baby sister grows

You’re all hers now, a adorable horse-loving little girl and all it took was for her to show off her centaur lower-half

“Are you enjoying your pony ride, Dokusha? Are you warm. I hope you always want to have pony rides, my dear”

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topaz-witch-tea · 6 months

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✨️Yanqing making flower crowns for everyone✨️

Hello!!!!! I am really sorry for getting to this so late!!!

This prompt is adorable so thank you for sending it to me 🥰

I am finishing this up at 1:47 AM so apologies for any grammar mistakes.

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"Here!" A crown of red and white flowers was presented to Jingliu. She could smell the small roses and jasmine flowers woven around the green stem base, the overall product was much better compared to her nephew's early works.

She took the garland from Yanqing's hands and placed it on her head. "Thank you, Yanqing. You've gotten better at making them." A beaming smile greeted her before the boy returned to the flowers with her wife, most likely preparing another flower crown for the other attendees at the picnic. The white lion, the ever-present guardian of her beloved nephew, followed him back to the field and made sure not to step on any potential blooms for the tiara.

"His work has gotten better," Yingxing said as he refilled her cup with more peach wine.

"I agree, it suits you, Master." Jing Yuan laughed. Dan Feng nodded in agreement before turning his attention back to watching his child pluck flowers from the field.

The field was part of the Yuan family's private estate, a part of Jing Yuan's inheritance after his parent's passing. They never did agree with his choice to join the Cloud Knights nor did they agree with his decision to marry his husband over settling down with a nice girl and continuing the bloodline. However, he was their only son and ensured their comfort in old age and fulfilled his filial duties until their deaths.

They had not seen each other for quite some time and a group vacation was sorely needed. In the interest of saving money and not worrying about security detail, Jing Yuan had offered up this place. It was far away from the bustling social centers and ensured none of them would be disturbed by outside work. Today was one of the cooler days of the week and Yanqing had pleaded for a picnic outside so who were they to deny such a request?

The estate was nothing too pretentious for a wealthy, influential family but everyone had to admit it was a spectacular garden. The pavilion from where they drank tea was settled above the pond, the water dotted with a splash of pink lotuses and the golden, glimmer of koi fishes. Tall plum trees and sweeping willows were scattered across the garden, providing much-needed shade from the encroaching summer heat. Brightly colored flowers covered much of the area, leaving only a stone path for its inhabitants to navigate.

Now, those stunning flowers were plucked quickly and roughly by an excited little boy as he brought them over to his auntie to be made into flower crowns. If Jing Yuan was any less doting and perhaps more attached to his parent's memories, he may have tried to divert his child's attempt at plucking the peonies or manhandling the jasmine blossoms. Baiheng was no better, encouraging the child in his antics and weaving flower, stem, and leaves in their creation.

Baiheng presented the finished items to Yanqing, who took the garland and ran back to the pavilion. Mimi slowly trotted behind to ensure her young master did not fall into the pond like last time. A crown of small peonies and little white flowers was the design this time and Yingxing was the recipient.

"Baba! Here!" The Furnace Master lowered his head for it to be placed on before pulling Yanqing into a tight hug.

"Ahhh! Baba! That tickles!" Yanqing squirmed before breaking free. "I'm going to get the other one now."

"Watching him run is exhausting me. I don't know how he has that much energy." Jing Yuan said as he watched his child run at full speed through the garden.

"You were the same though. You had so much energy when you were young, it was quite exhausting for all us old folks." Dan Feng's eyes never leave his child, especially after the whole falling into the pond incident.

"You also woke up so early, such a change from when you are now." Yingxing chimed in, remembering how Jing Yuan would wake up at 4:00 AM to train.

Before the general could respond, Yanqing arrived with Baiheng in tow, a bright pink crown of Azalea's adorning her head. The boy ran up to Jing Yuan first, holding a crown of begonias and chrysanthemums.

"A-die! Your turn!" The boy exclaimed. Jing Yuan bowed his head so Yanqing could place his handiwork atop it.

"Thank you, Yanqing." A gentle smile crossed his face as his son smiled proudly at his work.

Yanqing ran back to Baiheng to get the last crown he made. "Here you go, Yanqing."

A crown of magnolias seemed to be the choice for Dan Feng's crown., stark white flowers to match the white flowers on his clothing. Yanqing had originally wanted lotuses but his last attempt at plucking them led to him falling into the water and scaring the koi fishes and his family to death.

"Ba, it's your turn!" Yanqing exclaimed as Dan Feng pulled the boy into his arms. Due to his horns being a bit too tall for his child, he placed the crown on his head by himself.

"Do you like it?" Yanqing looked up at his father.

Dan Feng smiled and hugged the boy tightly. "Yes, I love it very much. I'll figure out a way to prevent the flowers from dying so I can keep them forever."

Yanqing leaned into Dan Feng's embrace, "There's no need! When they die I can make more!"

The rest of them laughed at the boy's proclamation, excited to see his next set of works but also worrying about the future of the garden.

Thank you for reading!!! Please feel free to send me asks or message me to chat!!!

#yanqing #yanqing’s happy family au #jing yuan #dan feng #yingxing #honkai star rail #jingrenheng #hsr #baiheng #jingliu #jingliu x baiheng #Yanqing's happy family au asks

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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I want to ask what the Monkie Kid crew relationship with animals is? I know Sandy loves/is loved by cats, and there is a funny theory that I seen that Wukong is just an animal magnet. But what are your thoughts on this?

Wukong has Disney Princess-level animal magnetism. But especially towards Horses. Sun Wukong is barred from most derbies/tracks cus if he walks in, all the race horses will immediately trot over happily cus "The Bimawen is here!!" And he'll happily jump the fence to give every horse a petting. And yeah almost all wild animals (save apex predators) just feel happy around him.

("Havok in Heaven" 1961)

Macaque, despite his foreboding aura, often ends up swarmed by younger/baby animals. He pretends not to know why. It's cause he has shameless mom instincts. Even if he was considered an Outsider to the original Monkey demon troop, he was adored by the infants he cared for. Those said infants are now grown immortal monkeys who see him as their many-times great-grandmother. If Sun Wukong is the honorary "Grandfather/Yeye/Waigong Sun" (as said in JttW) to all monkey demons, then Macaque is "Grandmother/Nainai/Zumu Liu'er". A similar effect occurs in rabbits (decendants of the wild moon rabbits he knew when he lived with Chang'e).

Sandy ofc loves cats and has similar Disney Princess-energy towards wild animals as seen in "To Catch a Leaf". Also tarantulas - you know why.

Pigsy claims to hate animals, but he folds if a cat or dog even headbutts him. Makes a million excuses why he doesnt run off the alley cats the hang out outside the restaurant. ("They're good for pest control.", "Leftovers gotta go somewhere.", "Tang you're petting one right now." Etc).

Tang loves animals like cats, but its a 50/50 if they'll even indulge him. I hc that he's a little scared of dogs and large birds (cicada instincts), but will pet a friendly good boi if they make a good first impression. Thinks pet bugs are really neat and underrated (Pigsy has banned him from getting any).

MK loves dogs. He is pure dog loving energy. Will look at an immortal celestial warhound and ask "Who's a good boy?" and he'll most likely get a tail wagging. Also thinks turtles are mega cool.

Mei I hc wasn't allowed pets in the Long/Dragon household, so she can be over-enthusiastic when meeting new critters, and gets sad when they scurry off startled. Wukong has been teaching her some of his old Bimawen tactics though, since she really loves horses (literal horse girl energy) and was def the little girl who asked for a pony every birthday.

Red Son is def a lizard/bird parent. I love the hc that his fave animals are chickens, and could def see him having a loose hen in the palace (wearing hygenic birdy pants ofc). He also seems like he'd vibe with desert/hot climate reptiles who see him as a heat lamp. Towards cattle and big farm animals tho? His territorial bull instincts flare up and starts picking fights.

Nezha likes snakes. Don't look too deep into it. (They remind him of Ao Bing). Thinks cats and dogs are overrated.

Bai He. Cats cats cats! She loves them in all their forms. Big, small, fluffy, sphinx! Like Mei she can be over-enthusiastic, and often gets scratched/bitten by street animals she tries to befriend. Big cats seem to like her for some reason.

+Bonus au character: Chenxiang loves birds. Especially water birds. They remind him of his very early childhood when ducks, geese, and crane would follow him and his mother while lotus harvesting. Will not stand for goose slander. Will get swarmed by flocks of birds if left alone in a public park.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 days

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I think it would be really cute if someone calls Eri is ‘Apple Blossom’ because those are the flowers that turn into the yummy apples she loves (Lucifer or Charlie from Hazbin Hotel)

-You were considered an…usual citizen of Hell, mainly because you didn’t belong there. You belonged in Heaven, but someone was able to kidnap you from Heaven and spirited you away to Hell, hiding you there.

-You managed to slip away one day, running, trying to do whatever it took to hide away from this scary man who had a bird like head, who was torturing you for your unique abilities to rewind things, a healing ability to put it simply.

-It was Charlie who found you, thinking you were adorable, and Vaggie immediately knew that you had been taken from Heaven, telling her girlfriend and the two agreed to hide you at the hotel.

-Needless to say, the other residents of the hotel were quite shocked to meet you, as you were such a sweet and gentle child, despite the pain and torture you endured.

-Angel immediately took you out shopping and when you came back you were wearing matching outfits, as he said you had to always look fabulous!

-Husk did his best to avoid you, not wanting to taint you by accident, but he was surprised when Angel didn’t. Husk always makes sure you have juice, never letting you have any booze, and he will sit there and let you pet his wings, trying to ignore your sweet words on how fluffy he is!

-Niffty adores you, finding you to be the cutest, most adorable thing in existence and she loves when you ask if you can help her in the kitchen. You can always help her, but she makes sure you stay away from the knives.

-Charlie became like a big sister to you, doting on you, teaching you everything she can, which also includes musical numbers, much to Vaggie’s ‘amusement’ but she’s very protective of you.

-Vaggie is like a guard dog with you, she knows that the one hunting for you is still out there, and she isn’t willing to risk your life or safety in the slightest. Vaggie lets you play with her with hair all the time, as Charlie has been teaching you how to braid.

-Alastor was very apprehensive about being around you, he would always send you to one of the others, not willing to deal with you, mainly because he had no idea what to do with a child. He wasn’t mean to you or anything, he would just pat your head softly and tell you to go find Charlie or whoever was in the area.

-You were peeking around the corner, holding something to your chest, looking for the Radio Demon himself, wandering the hotel’s public areas where you’ve seen him before.

-You spotted Alastor up ahead and your eyes lit up, a little smile coming to your lips as you trotted after him.

-Alastor heard your little footsteps, “I thought I heard someone following me. Are you looking for Charlie?”

-You shook your head, “I was looking for you Alastor.” He seemed surprised by your words, bending at the waist, looking a bit menacing but you weren’t bothered, “Oh and why is that my little apple blossom?”

-Your eyes went wide at his words, sparkling lightly before you held up what you were carrying, a crayon drawing of Alastor, holding it out to him, “I wanted to give you this since you’re always so nice to me!”

-He was a little confused, not remembering being nice to you, as he would always send you away, but such is the innocence of a child as he took the drawing, seeing that you did your best to capture his essence.

-His wide smile never left his face as he leaned over and patted your head again, “Thank you Y/N.” you beamed up at him before you scurried off, going back to your drawing supplies so you could make one of Angel next.

-Alastor couldn’t help but look down at the drawing, feeling something, he wasn’t sure what it was, in his chest, as he returned to his tower, pinning the picture on the back of his door before moving to the window.

-What an odd child you were.

#eri reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin niffty

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shhtickerbook · 1 month

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Iced Chocolate

Chapter three

chapter three is up! Some more fluffy sickfic caretaking :) posted under the cut and on AO3 as usual

chapter one

chapter two

Just as expected, Willy’s fever was pretty high. But the sheen of sweat across his brow already proved that rather obviously. Abacus proposing a lukewarm bath would help the temperature come down a little, as well as making him feel a lot fresher.

“Do you think you could try standing up?”

Abacus suggested, wanting to test the waters of how frail he was. Willy did his best, slowly sliding his legs off the bedframe. Wincing in disgust as his hands sunk into the soaked mattress, a bath right now sounded heavenly. With Abacus’ help, he got to his feet, but as soon as his body adjusted to the change in gravity it felt like his stomach was doing front-flips.

“OooOoh”

He groaned, shaking his head and sitting back down again before he lost any liquid left in his stomach from the night before. Taking slow deep breaths until the nausea passed, he felt so vile.

“You just sit there, I’m going to have to call in the cavalry.”

After a few minutes, Abacus returned with further assistance. Piper Benz poking her head around the door frame with a sad smile.

“Heard a little friend of mine wasn’t feeling too good”

She said as she approached the boy, from what Abacus had briefed her on he was feeling very sick and small. She adored the few times that she’d cared from him when regressed, but just wished it was in better circumstances now.

Willy weakly lifted his arms, Piper gave the best hugs. So she quickly reciprocated, Willy clinging onto her hard.

“Now I heard that Lottie has run you a bath, and you can’t be feeling very comfy right now I’d say.”

Willy nodded into her shoulder, linking his fingers around her neck. Piper then lifting him right up into her arms, Willy squirming away in alarm at first.

“No- mmgross”

He was still pretty soaked, and was panicking he would make Piper all dirty. She wasn’t in the slightest bit phased through, just chuckling as she stood up with him in her arms.

“These overalls have seen much worse, trust me. So don’t make yourself even sicker from worrying okay?”

So after a few moments he managed to relax into her hold, placing his aching head against her chest to listen to her heartbeat. Abacus wrapped a blanket over him before they left the door, they quickly trotted down the stairs outside to reach the entrepreneurial suite. Piper tucking the blanket over the chocolatiers head to protect him from the blizzard.

Lottie was waiting by the bathroom, pouting sadly when seeing the bundle of blankets that contained the boy. She opened the bathroom door for them to enter, Willy immediately greeted by the scent of violets.

“I decided to add one of my bath cubes and a few other little things, they were a gift from a long time ago, but we don’t often get the opportunity for luxury here”

Lottie explained, most of the crew here just had to rely on a washbasin which certainly wasn’t the ritz. Reluctantly Piper had to forcibly detach Willy from her to put him down on a stool, who whined at being pulled apart from her.

“Cmon buddy, you’re gonna feel better soon I promise”

She said as she lifted his chin to look up at her. Her heart breaking at his tired tearstained face. Abacus stepped inside, testing the temperature of the water. Perfectly lukewarm and tepid.

“I’ll sort him out here, I don’t suppose either of you could change his sheets? He’s going to need a fair amount of nursing, the poor sod.”

Both women nodded, Willy had done quite a lot for them all. It was the least they could give back to help him when so sick. Abacus closed the door and turned to Wonka again, who had his knees up to his chin as he held the blanket around him tightly.

“Alright, now would you like me to just leave you here to get on with it, and I come back to check up?”

Abacus offered, although he was clearly feeling very small and sickly, he still had to respect his

basic boundaries. But Willy looked conflicted at the question, frowning as he thought. The very small fraction of his bigger self was adamant that he could bathe on his own for goodness sake, but in his sick addled mind? He really felt helpless, and he didn’t want to be alone. Abacus saw him fretting with himself, so knelt down to his level.

“Or I could stay? If that’s what you’d prefer?”

Willy bit his lip as he looked to the ground, before looking up for a second and nodding. Grateful that Abacus made the suggestion so that he didn’t have to ask.

“Msorry”

He mumbled feeling so pathetic, he couldn’t even bathe himself. But Abacus scoffed at his nonsense.

“You have nothing to apologise for.”

Abacus emphasised as he placed a hand on his shoulder, it was clear he was feeling a lot younger than usual. So very carefully he helped him out of the sopping wet nightgown, Wonka looking somehow even smaller in thin vest and undershorts. Pale arms shivering violently.

“Now would you like to undress and hop inside? I’ll turn away until you’re inside”

Willy smiled weakly with a nod, appreciating the privacy as he undressed. Quickly hopping into the lavender tub, the foam creating a security barrier.

“I’m in”

He mumbled, Abacus turning back as promised. Not able to hold back a smile at the sight, his small frame being drowned by the mountain of bubbles. He stretched his legs out, shivering a little.

“It’s..cold?”

He frowned at Abacus, like he was playing some cruel trick on him. Willy had been hoping for a nice hot bath, having not had one for a while.

“It’s not cold, I checked. It’s just lukewarm, we’re trying to lower your temperature, not increase it any further.”

Abacus had pulled a stool out to sit by the tub, dipping a cloth into the water before dabbing at his forehead. It didn’t make much sense to Willy still, he felt cold, how was his fever high? His attention then moved to the bubbles infront of him, reaching out to hold them. They smelled nice, but he couldn’t quite remember what they were called.

“It’s violet, I know because my Eleanor douses herself with the stuff”

Abacus smiled sadly as he spoke of his wife. Although they exchanged letters since he’d been away, he missed her so. And each letter would always carry that violet musk. Willy held the bubbles closer, he liked the smell. Maybe it would transfer nicely into a flavour for chocolate. Impulsively poking his tongue out to test it, Abacus noticing and flicking the bubbles from his hands.

“Oh my goodness No! That’s soap, you silly boy”

He chastised as he shook his head, somehow the chocolatier always found new ways to alarm him with his nonsense. Willy looked up irritatedly, feeling like Abacus had completely overreacted. At first it had tasted interesting, but extremely quickly the taste in his mouth was entirely soap. Willy wiping at his tongue with his hand in an attempt to try and rid himself of the taste.

“Wasnt gon eat it. Thought it could be a flavour.”

Abacus just chuckled exasperatingly, returning to the cloth and gently sponging at Willys hot sweaty skin. Typical Wonka behaviour.

“Well I’m pretty sure Violet has been used in confectionery before. I was once gifted a box of floral fondants, but I’ve never been keen on fondant myself. But I don’t see why you couldn’t try it in a recipe.”

He suggested, taking a mental note to try and find some actual violets for Willy to experiment with. Just as long as it kept him from trying to eat soap again.

The following half hour went by blissfully, Abacus even washing Willys hair for him. He’d only been using a slither of soap at the washbasin for the past weeks and his curls were in less than perfect condition. Lottie had even left a small bottle of her own liquid shampoo for them to use.

The sensation of his hair being washed brought back some memories of his mother, Winifred would work many odd jobs as they traveled from place to place by canal. She once worked a shift at a fancy woman’s salon and helped do a brides hair for her wedding. When she returned back to the boat she came with off-cuts of soap and gossip from all the fancy upper class ladies. Then practiced all the things she’d learned with Willys hair that night, the entire canal boat smelling

freshly of soap for days.

He was so engrossed in his daydreaming that he didn’t even notice Abacus trying to get his attention to sit back up. The accountant just found it rather amusing, Wonka lying face up in the soft lilac water with his brown hair creating a halo around him.

“Cmon lad. The waters getting a little too cold now”

Willy blinked his eyes open, slowly sitting up in the water. Feeling a slight head rush as he did so, and he was starting to feel a bit chilly. Abacus grabbed a towel from the rack, holding it open to create a privacy screen for Willy to step into. The towel was soft and warm, clearly belonging to somebody else and not one of the scratchy thin Scrubbit ones.

Somehow Willy Wonka managed to look even smaller inside that towel, especially when Abacus wound it around him tightly so that only his face and a curl of his hair was visible.

Although Willy still felt pretty dreadfully unwell, he at least wasn’t sweaty and damp anymore.

A jaunty knock came at the door, Willy turning his head in interest. A jolly sing song voice ringing out as the door opened a crack.

“Special delivery for somebody!”

Willy winced a little at the volume as Larry Chucklesworth cracked the door open ajar. Lottie and Piper had filled him in on what had happened and heard his little friend was in need of some fresher clothing. Abacus let him inside, the “comedian” holding a pair of deep blue pyjamas.

“Thank you Larry, these will do nicely.”

Abacus took them from his grasp, unfolding them to find they were certainly far too large. It would have to do regardless. Larry smiled sadly at the sight of his friend, who for the first time couldn’t quite hold his signature confident grin. Crouching a little to his level.

“Hey there, heard you’re pretty sick little guy?”

Wonka nodded slowly, Larry was just stating the obvious.

“Hey did ya hear about the sick fish? He was a little eel!”

Larry joked with a grin, pausing in silence as he waited for a reaction. Usually Willy would try offer a sympathetic chuckle, (honestly, he often didn’t understand them) But this time he didn’t have the energy to do so, just raising his eyebrows in un-amusement, Abacus as well.

“Tough crowd huh? It’s probably just cause you’re feelin so nasty.”

The comic reassured himself as he gently pinched the chocolatiers nose. He was much more accustomed to the giggly little Wonka when he was feeling regressed, it was peculiar to see his buddy looking so forlorn.

“Well I best get him dressed and back into bed, could you grab Piper to help him get upstairs?”

Abacus requested, with Larry nodding with an exaggerated salute before exiting. Willy reached out to take hold onto the new nightclothes, the differing texture intriguing him. They were faux silk, making them slightly cool and slippery to the touch. Abacus nodding to himself, the fabric would be much better at keeping him cool and less sweaty from fever.

There were small embroidered golden stars dotted across the fabric, Willy tracing them with his thumb. They were really pretty, too pretty infact. Reluctantly he returned the pyjamas back over to Abacus, looking away sadly.

“Can’t-”

He mumbled, Abacus’ brow furrowing in confusion. He understood that they were likely a little too big for him, but he didn’t seem to mind much before.

“Whatever do you mean? Larry is more than happy for you to borrow them.”

Abacus began to unfold the clothes, wanting to dress him sooner than later so he didn’t get too cold. Willy was looking away to the floor, biting his lip before explaining. He felt embarrassed to say it, but Abacus had been more than understanding about the topic before.

“I’ll just make them all gross again”

He muttered agonisingly, but it was true. And especially with how sick he felt, he couldn’t be sure if it would happen again. With how pretty they were, he didn’t want to ruin them. Abacus tutted affectionately, reaching over to pat Willys knee.

“I think Larry was aware of the risks when he offered them. And don’t forget, last time I checked we lived in a washhouse. Things can be easily cleaned.”

He assured him with a warm smile, Willy feeling a lump in his throat, aside from the pain he already had. He struggled to understand why Abacus was so..? Okay with everything, even the icky stuff. Before his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Alright you, I can hear Piper on her way down. Let’s get you dressed and back up to bed where you belong.”

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 1 year

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Hi can I please request 5 on Valentines list for Melissa x Reader (Reader is also a teacher and the reader is the one who wears a hot outfit in public) thanks.

"You're gonna wear that in public?" "Is there something wrong with it?" "I'm gonna have to find a stick to beat people off with, is all."

Ask and ye shall receive.

So I had already envisaged a little something for this when I first read the prompts, but had it the other way around, that Melissa was in the outfit. Worry not though, since you were so kind as to ask, this has ended up a request one, get one free.

Hope you enjoy!

Reader (All Dressed Up With Somewhere To Go)

You were pretty sure you had tried on every single item of clothing in your wardrobe as you stood before the mirror in your bedroom, the bed now strewn with rejected outfits. Your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. Melissa was due to pick you up in twenty minutes. If you wanted to have any chance of taming your hair and putting your make-up on what you were wearing would have to do.

You weren’t good on dates and if you were honest, had no idea how quiet how you’d been lucky enough to score a date with Melissa. You had been struck by her appearance since the moment you started at Abbott. Always having a soft spot for red heads, your crush on her felt almost inevitable. The more you got to know her, your crush only grew until you had to admit you were head over heels in love with the woman.

You had done your best to keep it under wraps, but it had proved rather difficult with a camera crew around. It had proved all but impossible after Barbara had reviewed a few clips of she and Melissa for the crew and had caught sight of the adoring expression aimed at her best friend on your face in the background.

To your shock, she had encouraged you to pursue the red head. She had, on the next breath warned you that you would not like the consequences if you hurt Melissa, but your overall take away from the conversation was that she was in support of a potential relationship.

You really hoped never to find out what those consequences may be. A successful date tonight felt like the first step in avoiding a furious Barbara Howard come Monday morning. Making quick work of your minimal make-up, you moved on to your hair. There was no time for any elaborate styling, but as you stepped back to take in your final appearance, you found yourself giving a nod of approval.

It was nothing you’d ever wear at school. Too revealing by far, and most definitely not practical for teaching small children in. But for a date, well, you hoped it might just pass muster.

You didn’t have a chance to worry or ponder further as you heard the buzzer for your apartment door. A quick glance at your phone confirms that Melissa is precisely on time. You quickly trot to answer, about to tell her you’ll be right down, when her voice comes through the tinny speaker.

“First floor, first on the right, yeah?”

“The very one,” you reply, a smile on your lips at the fact she remembers.

You move to open your door in readiness. You draw in a nervous, stuttering breath as the sound of her heels on the concrete steps gets louder the closer she gets. Your breath catches in your throat as she turns the corner. Of course she would wear the leather pants. She knows the effect they have on you.

“You’re gonna wear that in public?” Is what you get by way of a greeting.

You look down at yourself. Yes, it was different from what you wore at school but it wasn’t that bad, was it? “Is there something wrong with it?”

“Hon, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

You look up to find Melissa stalking towards you, an expression you haven’t seen before on her face; pure undisguised lust.

“Nothing wrong with it at all,” she repeats, her eyes travelling up from your heels as her gaze slowly rises to meet yours. “I’m gonna have to find a stick to beat people off with, is all.”

You feel a blush colour your cheeks as she finally comes to stand before you. The compliment is unexpected, but somehow very Melissa.

“And beat them off I will,” she smirks. “Because it looks like I got myself a date with the hottest chick in town.” She pulls one hand from behind her back, presenting you with a single red rose. In that moment, the bravado is gone. There’s a soft, hesitant look on her face as she holds the flower out to you. It’s adorably romantic and you can’t help but fall a little bit more in love with her.

“Thank you,” you say quietly as you carefully take the rose. There’s a line being crossed here and you’re sure you can both feel it. “It’s lovely. As are you.”

Now it seems it’s Melissa’s turn to blush.

You step forward, cupping her cheek with your free hand. “Are we really doing this?”

She knows what you’re asking. You’re friends, and to ask for more feels selfish and greedy, but oh how you want it. But only if she does too. “We are,” she says, her voice soft as her eyes flick towards your lips in unspoken question.

Your answer is to lean forward and press the ghost of a kiss to her lips, careful not to smudge her make-up.

“We’re definitely doing this,” she grins as her eyes flutter open. “Especially with you looking like that.”

Melissa (The Lady In Red)

“You’re gonna wear that in public?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

Melissa stops suddenly, still fastening the back on her earring. “Is there something wrong with it?” she asks as she looks down at her outfit, her voice full of false bravado. Her face tells you another story, however. To most, it wouldn’t be noticeable, but you’ve spent hours cataloguing every minute detail of her face. You could write a book on the minutia of her expressions. Her jaw clenches slightly, a flicker of worry in her eyes that won’t quite meet yours. For all she tries to be tough, you know behind that hard exterior, she’s still scared and unsure, the age gap between you often playing on her mind, even if it’s the furthest thing from yours.

It's knowledge that’s been hard gained. For the first few months of your Abbott career Melissa had tolerated you at best. You had tried not to take it personally, learning that she apparently did it to all new teachers at Abbott. No point in wasting time in getting to know you if you were just going to leave. Except you hadn’t. Semesters and holidays came and went, and you were still there. Still giving everything you could to help the kids in your class.

That had earned you some respect, but what broke the silence between you both were your actions during a fire alarm. Your kids were easy enough corral towards the exit, but as you reached the doors, you caught sight of Melissa trying to guide the huge number of students in her now double class in the right direction while still trying to calm a hysterical little girl who clung to the doorframe. Her aid was nowhere to be seen, though even if she had been she would likely have been of little use.

Telling your kids to head outside and line up nicely in front of Ava, who you guessed would have been the first to leg it from the building when the alarm went off, you turned back to go and help the redhead. At the time, neither of you knew it was a kitchen mishap that had caused the alarm to go off, so as far as you were aware, the threat was real and the only thing on your minds was getting the kids out safely.

By the time you reach her classroom door the little girl who had been by Melissa side had retreated back into the room, now hiding under her desk. “What’s more likely, them following me or her letting me help?” you ask without preamble.

She looks up at you in surprise, not having heard you approach above the din. “Uh, I…I’ll get them, you grab her.”

You nod, not questioning her for a moment as she moves to stand before her students. Able to focus her attention on the mass of noisy children in front of her she quickly gets them in line, pausing before leading them to the exit to throw a worried glance at you.

“Go, I got this,” you tell her. “I’ll be right behind you.”

She hesitates for a moment, but nods, beginning to lead her kids along the hallway while you locate the terrified little girl under Melissa’s desk. Crouching down, you off her a smile. “It’s getting kinda loud and scary in here, isn’t it?”

She nods, tears streaming down her face.

Reaching behind you, you pull Melissa’s jacket off the back of her chair, struck by an idea. “How about you hide under Ms Schemmenti’s magic jacket? You’ve seen how she’s not afraid of anything, haven’t you?”

The girl nods, her lip trembling.

“That’s because she’s got magic in her jacket. It’s like a knight’s armour. You hide under here and nothing will be able to hurt you.”

The girl darts forward and throws her arms around your neck, allowing you to drape Melissa’s leather jacket around her before lifting her in your arms and making a hasty exit towards the fire door.

You find Melissa outside, the relief on her face obvious when she sees you. She frowns, however, on seeing her jacket covering the small girl in your arms. Ducking your head, you whisper to the girl. “You think you can go to Ms Schemmenti? She’s even more magic than her jacket. She’ll make sure nothing bad happens.”

It gets you a raised eyebrow as you pass the girl into her arms, where she immediately burrows into the redhead, but you wave it off, offering a smile before heading to find your own class.

She had found you after school that day, a smirk on her face as she asked precisely what you found so magical about her.

As icebreakers went, it wasn’t the worst, even if it did make you blush terribly. You’re still not quite sure what you managed to tell her in answer to her question, but apparently it was the right answer, given that a few weeks after the incident you had gone on your first date.

You push yourself up from where you had been sitting on the sofa, coming to stand in front of her, taking her in in all her glory. “Not a thing,” you smile softly. “You look stunning.”

And she does, her make-up minimal apart from her vibrant lipstick and her hair in loose curls, just the way she knows you love. The outfit isn’t half bad either. She suits red, and when it’s a dress that highlights her curves with a neckline showcasing her assets she really suits it. The bright colour contrasts her milky skin and has a way of drawing the eye. “I only had to say something because I’m gonna have to find a stick to beat people off with, is all. You don’t happen to have a spare baseball bat taped around here somewhere, do you?”

You watch as a blush spreads across her cheeks. “Shut up!” she says with a laugh.

She makes to walk past you but you catch her hand, turning her to face you once more. “I’m serious. You look beautiful.”

She ducks her head. It’s a habit, you’ve noticed. Tell her she looks hot or sexy and she takes it with a smug smile. Call her beautiful and she goes immediately bashful on you, like she doesn’t quite believe it. It's something you’re working on.

“Now, I know that you’ve put your lipstick on already but if you don’t let me kiss you now it’s going to the only thing I think about tonight and that’s not fair on Barb when it’s her birthday.”

“The only thing, huh?” she smirks, regaining a little more of her usual composure as she sees your eyes drift from her face.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you whisper, already leaning in to capture her lips. Your cab wasn’t due for another ten minutes. Plenty of time for a make-up touch up.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

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the-fluff-piece · 11 months

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A delicate dance of swords part 2

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After Zoro startled you with his unusual flirting technique, he is moping - and you leave him be. When he is almost ready to call the whole thing off before it began, he realizes that he is actually the one for you and makes a very (not) smart plan on how to win you - he will dive into the world of romance tropes!

You

Zoro was a little bitch, everyone knew that. When something bothered him he could be the bitchiest little shit in the world. You were currently assessing the extent of his moping up in the crow's nest from below. He has only been training or grunting single syllables since he took you by surprise with his flirting. Thinking about it, you wouldn't have said no, it just came seemingly out of nowhere and you were startled. He could have given you a heads up- but than again, he was Zoro, it was probably his most subtle attempt to just take your hand and make you caress his abs. You were pretty sure that he would normally just unpack his dick and ask "...want to?"

As the thoughts wandered through your brain, you decided to leave him be. He would come out when he was ready to talk about it. Deciding to use the slow day for some relaxation, you stretch out on deck with your new book - taken by the Bandit king. It was about a ruthless bandit leader in the mountains who has to escort a scholarly princess across dangerous paths to her planned wedding. Filled with lots of romance, misunderstandings and sex. Just what you needed right now. The bandit king, Bane, was just falling for the cute princess, a good part. Soon, you were totally lost in the story, not thinking about pirates or mad swordsmen in crow's nests at all.

Zoro

He swore he would talk to her as soon as he sobered up, but after his breakfast drink that would take a while. Every time he thought about what happened, his thoughts returned to the moments when her hands were on his body and he almost lost his mind. Would her hand have dipped any deeper, he would have completely surrendered all control, raveging her like an animal there and than.

But she didn't, she ran away. He lost.

He should eat. The cook must have some leftovers lying around. Zoro peaked out from his nest to assess the situation. She lay on deck, reading. He would just casually stride by, like nothing happened, get some food. And than apologise and tell her he would never bother her again.

Great plan. Climbing the ladder down, he was blinded by the bright sun and groaned. After his eyes adjusted to the blazing sun, he was unable to tear his gaze from her, he studied her face for clues about her mood. Y/n's eyes beamed as she read, her adorable face was showing delight, her cheeks were pink and she nibbled her lower lip so sweetly, he wanted to rush to her and have a go at her lips, too. Whatever she read, it excited her. Zoro's eyebrow rose as he saw the cover - it clearly depicted him - no, someone similar, posing topless with a giant sword. Interesting.

He read the title as he strode by and mumbled a "morning" to y/n and Robin, not really waiting for an answer. He noticed a similar book in her hands. Very interesting, indeed.

The thought that she enjoyed something like this got him thinking, he would have to look into that. But his aching head was making it hard to think, so he trotted on to the dining area.

He certainly felt better after a sandwich and a short brawl with the cook. With renewed motivation he set out. When he emerged into the sun again he noticed that Robin was alone. Perfect chance to ask here about these swordsman books.

"Oi, Robin, watcha reading?" He asked crouching down in front of her.

"Hello Zoro, it's just a novel, you see?" She showed him the cover - depicting a muscular man with flowing blonde locks, holding a buxom lady to his chest - "hungry highlander husband" it read.

Zoro tilted his head.

"What is y/n reading? Something like that?" He asked, nonchalantly. Robin chuckled. "Oh no, this is a highlander timetravel novel, Y/n is currently reading the "bad bandits" series. But I guess they are similar, although the themes are different. Do you want to read it?" She already reached for a book stack next to her when Zoro already snatched the book y/n was reading from her seat. It lay open on her towel, marking the pages she had just read.

"I like this one" he said matter of factly, careful to preserve the marked pages with his finger, and retreated to the crows nest. Robing waved at him and wished him fun.

Let's see what she was so excited about. He read the summary on the back about a bandit escorting a princess and had to grin at the promise of a hot romance. Now he got her. Caught her in the act - reading a book about dating a warrior with a sword. This was a manual to her love, and he would use it. He felt incredibly smart.

He started with the pages that she had read.

The princess' clothes had gotten wet and the bandit made her undress to dry the clothes by the fire and the book described in great detail that she didn't feel comfortable undressing in front of him, she felt too flat-chested, too pale, too frail and at the same time too round, not hot enough in general. The book made it very clear that the man was absolutely into the woman - and she was absolutely attracted to the man as well. Horny, vivid descriptions of rock hard muscles, calloused touches and steel stiff penises pushing against fabric filled paragraphs.

Zoro let his hand glide over his own body, he felt the bulge of his abs, the raised lines of his scars - his own rough hand, calloused from wielding his swords all day since childhood. A confident smile spread over his face. He was that man, he was sure. She was into that. New hope blossomed inside of him - that he would soon be inside her. The girl in the novel didn't react willingly, though, kind of like y/n, full of anxiety, running away or reacting harshly and distrustful. All because she had doubts, responsibilities and felt ashamed. Maybe y/n thought like that, too? Even if it made no sense. Their love would not be forbidden, they could pretty much do what they wanted with each other, he just had to explain that to her. He had the upper hand now. This book was his guide!

He skimmed through the pages, scanning for words that indicated intimacy and read a few paragraphs. He didn't expect such a strange story - with such an alarming absence of swordfighting.

He read a few pages where the protagonists stopped at an inn and had to share a room with only one bed in it. Both seemed unnerved about it, but secretly wanted and enjoyed it. He got hard and she got wet, there was some rubbing against each other but for some reason, they would never admit it. So stupid! They just neede to talk to each other, it was the clear solution.

This is where he was superior, he would simply communicate his feelings directly and he'd be fucking her brains out in no time. Such a genius move! He also noticed that the woman in the book was constantly feeling not hot enough for the guy, or interpreted all of his remarks and actions in the worst possible way. Zoro would also take that into account. He would simply speak his mind and tell her that he wanted her. Badly. The way she fought, the way she looked at him, how extremely comfortable he felt when she was around. They would be an unbeatable team. Zoro would never have to feel alone ever again.

He flew over the pages until the end - finally, some hardcore action! Reading the sex scene, Zorro already envisioned doing all those dirty things to her. He would taste her pussy, moaning against her flesh. Would flip her around and enter her from behind, hard and deep. He had the stamina to make her scream all night. Already feeling his cock stiffening, he set out to make that fantasy a reality.

With renewed motivation, he got rid of every bit of clothing except his pants. There was no mirror to check his appearance, but he was sure he looked hot as hell, ready to be put on the cover of a book.

You

When you came back with your sunscreen your book was gone.

"Robin, did you take my novel?" You asked your friend.

"Oh, is it gone? I hadn't noticed" she said with a strange smile. What was she up to? She had her own books to read, a whole stack of them! And there was an unclothing scene going on, damn!

Good thing you already bought the whole 24 book series, you could just read another until it showed up again. They where stacked next to your seat and you took wanted by the warrior out of the pile. It was about a different couple finding each other but could be read on its own.

You settled down, getting into the vibe of the new couple and getting invested in the story. The male lead was much more aggressive and mean than Bane had been, but that was also hot. The heroine would surely tame him.

You were just reading about how Mortimer, the fearsome warrior of the king, saved his beloved from a horde of ghouls when someone's shadow appeared on the page you were reading. You looked up and Zoro was in front you- he was wearing a pair of short cargo pants and nothing else - beside his most handsome lopsided grin. With his tan skin, his steel muscles and confident demeanor, you could almost mistake Zoro for the hero in your book. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered how his body had felt. Your face heated up and it was hard to look into his piercing blue eyes.

"Uhm, hi Zoro. What's up?" You asked, noticing an ear sprouting from your parasol above your head as Robin hurried away.

"Y/n, I am sorry I startled you the other day." Zoro said apologetically. "I realize now that I didn't talk to you enough" he explained.

"Apology accepted" you answered. You felt the pressure resolve, so it had been a misunderstanding and he was rational enough to talk.

"So now I want to tell you clearly how I feel" he said sitting down on the edge of your seat, leaning nearer. You swallow, what now?

"You know, I don't care if your boobs are small or if your complexion isn't perfect or even if you have a tummy, I still want to fuck you!" He exclaimed with a content expression and a wide grin.

"So we can just go to the dojo now and-"

He didn't need to finish that sentence, so you used your fist to finish it for him. Your hit landed square in his face with the force of pure fury, sending him flying.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" You screamed just as Robin and Sanji came running around the corner. As soon as the cook saw what happened he applauded and praised your strength, Robin said "oh my!"

"Oi what was that for? I just told you that I want you?" Zoro's mad voice boomed from the other side of the ship.

"Are you sure that's what you said you brute?!" You screamed at him in the distance. Now, everyone was on deck to see what was going on, Chopper was pressing against Sanji's legs in fear, Luffy seemed completely puzzled and Brook made some kind of dumb joke about being a skeleton that didn't quite land. You were not planning on giving then more to stare at, so you retreated to the girl's bedroom to process that the man just basically insulted your looks. And he expected that you would be grateful for a pity fuck? He got hit in the head little too often. Or too little.

Zoro

Things were going really great until she hit him completely out of the blue. She got him while is guard was down and he felt his jaw dislocate as he flew across the ship. Her strength was definetely growing. But he didn't have any idea where he went wrong with his confession. He tried to appease her insecurities and he told her that he wanted her - where was the mistake?

As Chopper tended to his newest injury, he pondered how he would go about this. He was sure her reaction was something the girl in the book would do, if the protagonist wasn't so squeamish and weak. He adjusted his expectations, so he wouldn't win her with a simple confession. Maybe he would have to go about it like the guy in the book, he go the girl in the end, right?

He took the book out of his haramaki and began reading again, this time a new part without sexual tension. The protagonists stop at a small town and share a moment watching the sunset together, telling each other about their past. Easy enough, Zoro had great eyesight, he could watch a sunset. He was also excellently informed about his own past. Now he just needed a town.

"Oi, Nami!" He approached the navigator. "When do we get to the next island?"

"Day after tomorrow" she answered without looking at him. "Why?"

Why indeed? What is Zoro's plan? Will it work? What kind of island will it be?

Stay tuned!

Leave a comment, write me a message or reblog with creative tags, it makes me want to keep writing ❤

Author's note: Yes, I think the idea that Zoro reads typical romance novels HILARIOUS and yes, I think I am a genius to see how he tries to break the rules and get the happy ending.

Any wishes for tropes he should try until he gets what he wants?

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #op zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro fluff #zoro fanfiction #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #x you

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feliniakattus · 2 months

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The City

i’ve been struggling with coming up with ideas for the city - they always seem too humanlike rather than the animals they need to be.

So. there is a focus on a system or group of parallel mountain ranges and physical fighting in the city. Groups are divided into six or so creatures, each of whom have elected one member of their group into a higher group, called a Peak. (these smaller groups are called Slopes).

The biggest, most important thing for a City creature is their faction. Divided into four colours: Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue, loyalty is defined solely on where you live. For instance, an entire town could be made up of Blue loyalists.

Champions are the most important creatures of all. There will be one champion per faction, and they are the creature who has remained undefeated for the longest. Every season, every combatant in a faction's fighters will be pitted against each other. The victorious creature will be named that season's champion. Champions usually have very long winning streaks, so much so that generations have been defined by which champion was winning at the time. Even when they lose their champion status, they’ll be trotted back out at every opportunity, appealing to an older audience and bringing even more creatures to the matches.

The current champions are Thyra, of the Blues, Einar, of the Reds, Cedar, of the Yellows, and Ginger, of the Greens.

Thyra, the gray and black molly in the centre, is a relatively young champion. She is approaching her fourth year, meaning that she is a little above 15 human years. So far, she remains undefeated on the mat. She’s a little bad-tempered, sometimes overly proud and reckless, but Thyra has a good heart.

unrelated art of older Thyra murdering someone. I imagine for a period of her life she dropped off the face of the earth, leaving her family, her faction, and her adoring audiences to wonder where she had gone, while she explored League ground. It would have been a dangerous part of her life. I don’t think she likes talking about it.

Einar, the horned Yeenix on the left, is a new champion but an older Yeenix, at 7 years old. (55~ human years.) He is fiercely loyal to his faction, almost worryingly so, and will be seen beside the ring, slathered in red dye, whooping and yipping to boost up the crowd. It’s rumoured that he’s considering retiring the spotlight and passing it onto his daughter, a Yeenix who has made a name for herself with new, flashy moves that captivated the audience.

Ginger, the small winged cat in the right corner, is perhaps the least likely champion. Still, she has displayed a remarkable propensity for violence, using her wings to glide out of the way of her much larger opponent, and her sharp claws are almost unavoidable. She is remarkably popular amongst almost every single creature, regardless of faction, and can scarcely leave her hut for fear of being spotted on the streets and confessed to. So far, she remains single, and remarkably popular.

Lastly, Cedar. An ancient court kattus and yeenix hybrid, he was probably around when Smoke and Dark still lived in the city. The father of Oak the Elder, he is a crowd favourite, even though now he’s trotted out less and less, and never for very high-stakes battles. He’ll probably have retired by the time Oak the Younger comes to the city.

Aside from fighting, the city also likes to indulge in “sophisticated” activities, such as partying, getting piercings, and elaborate tattoos. A mark of pride is to own extensive tattoos, and/or be a tattooist. The most important part of the tattooing is that it marks you as more developed than the League kattii. They keep slaves of other species and eat raw meat! Most kattii who think this way feel overly sympathetic towards those who fled the Leagues, putting on a display of ‘oh you poor thing, to have escaped such savagery!’ It’s a sentiment echoed on the other side, where some of those in the Leagues mark them as degenerates and bleeding-hearted fools.

Thyra’s first girlfriend, Tojo, was also the Yeenix who gave her her first piercing. Thyra asked about her tattoos and stared dreamily into Tojo’s while the yeenix talked about payment. Their first date consisted of a lot of nervous staring and eventually, the most awkward first month of teenaged dating you’ve ever seen. Eventually, Tojo came to watch the new champion of the Blues fight, and the new champion of the Blues endorsed Tojo’s tiny business. For a long time, they were the most popular and successful creatures in the city.

Religion is obviously different to that of the Leagues. Most kattii are agnostic, or otherwise unaffiliated with religion, but some gravitate towards a worship of the old world, where simple plants like acorns and grass are honoured for being “pure”, unfused with another creature. Those who follow this faith will pray in ancient churches of woven grass, leaving offerings of drawings, feathers, flowers and leaves.

Those who are particularly devoted will wear an acorn around their neck, to symbolise their faith. It is a high honour to be bestowed with an acorn, as their numbers are extremely limited with no hope of collecting more. Smoke was a quiet, withdrawn molly, but one who was extremely religious. Her acorn was incinerated in the fire that took her life, leading Dark to bring his daughters to the Coalition.

While they lived in the City, Smoke and Dark would have resided in smaller neighbourhoods, often just a few blocks which shared the same factional affiliations.

These neighbourhoods or streets, really, are tight-knit communities, often with one hut becoming a family home, passed down from parent to child. This means that a hut usually has an average of four creatures in it at any one time: parents, children, and the partners of children. Roughly half of their kids will move into the huts of their partner’s parents, as one hut can only fit so many couples. This unfortunately means that aromantic and asexual creature get left out in the cold, having to rely on friends or queerplatonic partners. As some aro and ace folks don’t wish to have to rely on their friends, and aren’t interested in a queerplatonic partner, they can decide to build a hut of their own in a neighbourhood with friends or family, or disappear into the league’s territory and try to join them. This is the less popular option, for obvious reasons, but one that more and more aro and ace kattii are taking.

Each faction has a council, known as a Slope, an elected group of kattii, each of whom are elected members from random regions: several neighbourhoods joined together. Three from each of these councils will be internally elected as mayor into a group known as an assembly, or a Peak : 12 creatures from a wide range of places responsible for making important decisions that concern all of the city. This government is affectionately, or disparagingly referred to as the “Cordillera”, a cordillera being a system or group of parallel mountain ranges. It’s a reference to how the government is a series of parallel groups working together to define the mountainous social landscape of the city.

So that’s the city. It’s a lot more comforting to see it written out, and remind myself that I have a good plan for it!

#xenofiction #original work #fantasy world #worldbuilding #fantasy writing #my art #xenomog #xenomoggy #original art #felinia: the city #felinia: thyra #felinia: the cordillera #important felinia lore #felinia: bonus art

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miekasa · 2 years

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gojo’s son calling everyone baby is adorable, but i am also interested in the opposite concept you mentioned of levi/nanami’s kid calling them by their first names 😅

HHHHHH HELP 😭😭 no because tell me it wouldn’t happen to them. All the gentle parenting in the world, kids are spoiled with affection, but extremely compassionate and well-mannered and the only catch is their four year old looking them dead in the eye and call them by their first name 😭

You keep telling Kento that it’s a phase, that your daughter is just experimenting and probably getting used to the fact that her daddy has a name other than daddy, but it doesn’t make him any less exasperated. Your son never calls him by his first name, so why must his sweet, baby girl torture him so. You have to resist laughing when he comes home from a hard day of work, and gets hugs from your children; your son squeezing him extra tight, before rambling on about his day, and then your daughter, running into her father’s arms, only to happily squeal, “Hi, Ken!!”

He doesn’t get why it’s only him—she never calls you by your first name—but he’s being patient 😭😭 the exasperation in his expression only worsens to hear from Gojo that his two year old calls him “baby,” and Kento is stuck with the world’s most determined four-year-old calling him by his government name. (It does fade away, eventually. She goes back to calling him daddy after some time, and when he dares to ask why, his daughter only shrugs telling him that her brother told her “Daddy” was his real name.Kento would have to pack his son an extra treat for the next week of lunch).

Levi gets something… similar. His kid sits down square in his lap one day and asks him directly, “What’s your real name?” Levi leans forward, his nose brushing against hers to play along, “Depends. Who’s asking?” “Me, daddy!” When he does finally tell her, he doesn’t get much of a response; he laughs internally, he supposes “Levi” wasn’t all that much of an interesting answer when she trots away to her bookshelf afterwards. Soon, though, you and Levi come to learn that your daughter doesn’t like other people addressing him as “her daddy,” and vice versa, is quick to correct you when you call him Levi instead of “daddy” in front of her.

When you’re talking to her through the rear view mirror, accidentally saying Levi’s name in conversation, the toddler is quick to perk up, “Daddy’s picking me up today?” You pause, looking back through the mirror to her determined little pout, as if she’s testing you; and you do your best to conceal your laughter—because she’s truly her father’s child—before you nod, “Yes, daddy’s gonna pick you up today, my love.” Erwin finds this out the hard way, when he’s left to watch the small girl and is telling her about their dinner plans, “Your dad left his card, so we can—” “His name is Levi.” Erwin is stunned to say the least, and he’ll never admit it out loud but he’s a little… scared to argue with the toddler, only nodding before correcting himself, “Right, Levi left his card, so we can order pizza for dinner, if you want.”

#anonymous #no bc justice for nanami 😭😭😭#can’t get yuuji to call him by his actual name; has to suffer from his own kid calling him his government name #he truly cannot win LMFAOOO #nah bc levi’s kid looking erwin dead in the eye and correcting him. like father like daughter fr no dna test needed #nanami x reader #nanami.ask #levi.ans

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semiferalstreetcoyote · 9 months

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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

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hotpinkboots · 1 month

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~"𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘"~

(Magenta x Fem!Reader Fluff Oneshot)

Summary: Introducing Magenta to Earth music has become a nightly tradition.

Note(s): Reader is female, Reader is described as slightly taller than Magenta (Magenta is 5'4), year is 1975, THIS IS SUPER CUTE AND I MADE MAGENTA REALLY SOFT HERE :')

How long it took to write: 3 hrs, 30 mins

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𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆 lay in bed on her stomach, a pillow propping her chest up. Her hand rested on the wooden footboard bench, so she wouldn't get any nail polish on the bed. She was repainting her nails a vibrant red after the former coat had chipped away from a day of chores. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, olive green eyes straining from the warm yellow light shining dimly from the lamp upon her bedside table. The television was on, a rerun of The Twilight Zone playing on screen. She occasionally looked up to watch. Magenta had taken a liking to the show, especially the eerie introduction theme.

A gentle "rap, rap, rap" sounded from the other side of the shut door. She lifted her head to listen further, so that if somebody should speak to her through the door she would hear it. Magenta considered not answering, as she wished to relax for the night. She began to drag her gaze back to her nails, until moments later, she heard the soft static of your small orange radio. It was never the most high-quality radio, but it sufficed. Many songs had been played on that little handheld device, songs that you and Magenta swayed to in the night, kissed to, and made love to.

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Now aware that you were at the door, Magenta slid out of bed and trotted to her body mirror. She quickly reapplied and blotted her ruby-red lipstick, and fluffed up her hair (using the heels of her hands rather than her fingers since her nails were wet), before heading to the door to let you in. Dancing alone together had become your and Magenta's favorite way to bond. You'd find her and turn on the radio, and she'd stop what she was doing to dance with you. Words were unnecessary in these tender moments.

Magenta stepped aside to allow you to walk in. You murmured a soft "Hi", and she did the same, looking up at you through her thick lashes. She warned you that her nails were wet, and told you not to scuff them. You set the radio down on the nightstand, lowering the volume to fit the moment comfortably. Magenta looked down at the small portable radio fondly, a new song introducing itself to her through the speaker.

"What's this song called?" Your lover asked, her voice husky and low so as to not interrupt the moment with too much talk. Magenta reached open her arms to wrap them around your neck, capturing you in a hug. You returned the affection by kissing her forehead while allowing your hands to pet her back soothingly. "Dream Lover," you responded quietly. Magenta's red lips pulled up into a grin. "It's cute. You're cute."

You mirrored her smile, eyes brightening at her sweet compliment. You muttered a few words to the song, while between words pressing kisses that matched the rhythm to her forehead. Magenta chuckled under her breath, before she caught your lips with hers in a soft kiss for a couple of seconds. She broke away and settled her cheek upon your shoulder, silently wishing that she could pull you closer, despite how you were already pressed together in a snug hold.

Somehow, she always wanted more of you, no matter how close you were, no matter how much time she spent with you. Magenta wished she could fulfill her love for you, but it wouldn't be possible. She adored you more than words and actions could ever describe. So, she settled for basking in your presence adoringly. You cupped the nape of her neck with your right hand, idly massaging her neck with your thumb, while your left hand kept it's place around her waist.

You swayed in place with Magenta until you were both too tired to sleep, exchanging gentle kisses and caresses all through the night. The morning felt so very far away with the two of you in your own little world of romance and music.

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dixonsmonroe · 10 months

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Plus One

Part 3 of the Lost and Found series.

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Bucky decides he’s finally ready to adopt a cat, so you venture out into the city to find his perfect match.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2,875

Author’s note: what kind of person would i be if i wrote a fic about two cat lovers and not bring in alpine? (i also tried to refrain from going into vet tech work mode while writing the scene in the vet’s office and tried to keep it short lol.)

Warnings: a whole bunch of fluff and also cats

There was a light knocking at your door as you finished getting ready for the day. You and Bucky had agreed to leave for the animal shelter at eleven AM, and it was only ten-forty. You thought it was adorable how he was itching to start looking for a cat, and today was finally the day. You tried to assure him that it wasn’t always as easy as it had been with you and Gomez, that sometimes it takes a few different tries before you find the one. He tried to act nonchalant, acting as if he wasn’t too worried. But even under that tough exterior you knew he was excited.

Gomez happily trotted over to the door and sat in front of it. He looked back at you as if to say ‘my second favorite person is here, are you going to let him in?’ You had no idea when he had learned the sound of Bucky’s footsteps specifically, but he always knew when it was your supersoldier neighbor on the other side of the door.

You gave your cat a small scratch behind the ear before opening the door. Bucky stood there with a brand new looking cat carrier. He leaned in and kissed you softly and your heart fluttered. You had been seeing each other for about four months at this point, and while neither of you had used labels yet, there was always a hello kiss waiting for you.

“Morning,” he smiled, and you stood aside for him to come in.

“Morning,” you grinned back at the way Gomez did figure eights between Bucky’s legs as he walked into the apartment. “You look prepared.”

“Yeah,” he blushed a little and tried to hide it while he paid most of his attention to Gomez. “I know you said I could use Gomez’s carrier, but I wanna make sure I have everything, y’know?”

“I get it,” you replied with a grin, because you did get it. “Ready to go?”

“I am,” he said and stood up.

While you walked over to the door, Gomez let out an indignant chirp of protest.

“Sorry, pal,” you said and kissed him on top of his head. “Maybe when we get back we’ll have a friend for you.”

You walked your way to the train station and caught the first one to the stop near the shelter.

“How does Gomez feel about other cats?” Bucky asked you.

“He doesn’t really pay attention to them for the most part, I’ve seen him get along with other cats, but he definitely prefers people,” you explained. “You really want them to get along, huh?”

“Well, I don’t want him to think I’m replacing him,” Bucky said, and you could tell he really wasn’t joking. That made you feel warm all over; you knew that Gomez had essentially claimed Bucky as his own territory, but the fact that Bucky was planning around your situation made you feel like he planned on sticking around.

When you walked up to the doors of the shelter, you were welcomed by a young woman who gave you a warm smile.

“Hi, welcome,” she said. “Looking to adopt a cat or a dog?”

“A cat,” Bucky replied. “Preferably good with other cats.”

She nodded and waved toward the door that led to the cat area of the shelter. “Come with me.”

You followed Bucky and walked by plenty of different cats. You pointed out a sweet old lady cat who rubbed her face against your hand between the bars of the kennel door. It said “I’ve been adopted!” on her information card. It made your heart happy; a lot of older animals often got left behind at shelters.

“She’s probably the sweetest one we have here,” the girl said. “She’s been passed up by a lot of people because she has a lot of health problems. A couple is taking her home in a few days, they have the means to pay her medical bills and they fell in love with her immediately when they met her.”

“That’s so sweet,” you smiled.

Bucky smiled at the cat as they passed by. They met a few candidates; a tuxedo kitten that liked chasing shoelaces, but was not a fan of other cats. A little orange cat who immediately flopped onto your shoes and showed his belly. He reminded you a bit of Gomez, except a little lazier and less mischievous.

Bucky seemed to like them all, but you could tell there was that lack of a spark with any of them. Still, it was sweet to watch him interact with them.

When the verdict was that none of them were ‘the one’, Bucky didn’t have to say it out loud. You could see the slight disappointment behind his eyes, maybe that other people wouldn’t notice, so you politely said you both had a lot to think about and that you’d be in touch with the shelter.

As you walked out, you tried to keep Bucky’s spirits up; it was only the first shelter, there were plenty more cats to see in New York, he’d find the one, etc.

As you walked out of shelter number three with still no luck, you could tell your words were becoming just that and nothing more. His shoulders seemed somewhat heavy, and he looked defeated.

“Hey,” you said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze as you walked. “I’m sorry. I know it’s frustrating.”

He sighed heavily. “That’s okay, we can try again to–”

There was a loud crash off to the side in an alley near you. It was late afternoon, but there weren’t many people around, so of course you weren’t exactly jumping to investigate.

When you heard a loud ‘meow,’ Bucky felt differently. He turned to look in the alleyway and as he walked slowly down it, a little ball of fluff bolted out from behind a dumpster.

The cat looked at the both of you, Bucky now stopped in his tracks so as not to scare her. She gave you a little ‘mew?’ and walked towards Bucky slowly. You held your breath to see how the cat would react, and you weren’t the least bit surprised when she started rubbing on his legs and asking for pets.

Bucky slowly knelt down and scratched her behind the ears, like Gomez liked. You walked slowly closer to them, her purring loud and insistent. The cat saw you and meowed again, this time coming over to you and pushing her head against your hand that you had offered out.

“Well, son of a bitch,” you smiled.

Bucky seemed like he couldn’t believe it, like this was too good to be true.

“Think she’s got a home?” He asked. It was a fair question; you assumed that under all the dirt and filth on her long fur, she was white and probably matted. She was skinny, very much so, like she had only been living off scraps for a while.

“She seems to love people,” you replied. “I say we start walking and see what happens. Maybe she likes her little alleyway.”

Bucky stood up and gave a small huff. “We can’t leave her here.”

“Something tells me she’s not going to let us anyway,” you grinned, watching as the cat rubbed her face on your leg.

Sure enough, as you both started walking away, the little cat trotted beside you to keep up and you could tell it was taking everything Bucky had not to pick her up. When you got to the entrance to the subway, you stopped him.

“Put the carrier down and maybe see what she does?” You suggested.

When Bucky did so, the cat seemed a little unsure. She sniffed the open door, but didn’t go in. Instead, she rubbed up on Bucky’s legs again. You held back a giggle and watched as he marveled at this small animal. She let out a loud, demanding meow, and he scooped her up. The moment she was in his arms, she laid her head back against his arm and closed her eyes contentedly.

“I’m gonna call my vet,” you said, taking your phone out as Bucky looked down at this cat like it was his own kid. “We should get her scanned for a microchip and see if she has an owner.”

He grunted in agreement, even though you knew he had probably already decided this was his cat now.

After a visit to the vet, and all the nurses fawning over how loving and adorable this little ball of fluff was, it was determined that there was no microchip. The doctor said because of how thin she was, she probably hadn’t had any actual cat food in a long time. They were able to fit her in for a full appointment that day, Bucky insisting that he would pay for any testing and vaccines she needed.

When they brought the cat back out to you, she was clean and happy.

“I was wondering what you looked like under all that dirt,” you smiled and scratched under her chin, which she loved. “What’s the verdict?”

“She’s clean and healthy, no fleas, but we treated her for a skin infection, and we gave her a bath which she was surprisingly very good for,” the nurse smiled. “Is this going to be Gomez’s new friend?”

You smiled and looked at Bucky, who nodded happily. “That’s what we’re hoping for.”

The nurse gave Bucky a handout of everything about the visit. Which food to feed, how many calories she should be eating to get her to a healthy weight, and when she should come back for a recheck.

When you left the facility, the cat still didn’t want to get into the carrier, so Bucky put her in his jacket and zipped it up with her head sticking out. The cat looked perfectly content, and closed her eyes the whole train ride home.

“What are you thinking of for a name?” You asked.

“I dunno,” he said. “I’m gonna think about it tonight.”

When you got back, you hung out upstairs in his apartment with the two of them for a while.

“She’s really sweet,” you said as you watched the cat fall asleep in Bucky’s lap.

“She is,” he replied, scratching under her chin.

“I’m gonna let the two of you get acquainted,” you said, standing up and leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. “I’ll be back tomorrow to visit.” You said, this time to the cat.

“Hey,” he took your hand and pulled you down for a kiss on the lips. “Thanks for everything, sweetheart.”

“Anytime,” you smiled and headed back downstairs.

When you closed the door behind you, Gomez was immediately attached to you. He sniffed your jeans obsessively, as if to ask, “where have you been, and with who?”

“Hey, bud,” you scooped him up and he purred against you. “I think we found you a little friend. I hope you like each other.”

He chirped at you and you laughed.

“You’re right, what am I saying? Of course she’ll like you,” you set him down on the bed and he rolled onto his back and stretched, seeming content that his human was back in his graces where she belonged.

When you woke up the next day, you heard a bang from above you. You startled out of bed and looked around. Gomez was still sound asleep at the end of the bed, so you got up and put on your sweatpants.

Bucky’s apartment was right above you, so you figured you could start there. You jogged up the stairs, but stopped when a little plastic ball with a bell inside came jingling towards you. You stopped it with your foot and looked to find Bucky at the top of the stairs, brown paper shopping bags broken in his arms.

“I see someone is having an eventful morning,” you smiled and started picking up the various things he dropped. There were about a million cat toys, a box of cat treats, and a cute little light blue collar with fish skeletons on it. There was also a case of cans of wet cat food, which you assumed was the noise that had woken you up.

“I thought you bought everything already,” you raised an eyebrow, amused at the sight before you.

“I thought I did, but I wasn’t sure if she liked dry or wet food, so I went back for some more stuff,” he said honestly. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but I know you like to sleep in on your days off, and I was getting kind of antsy.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Let me help you with this stuff.”

You carried the cat’s things into his apartment, and she was at the door immediately, greeting you as if she’d known you her whole life. You pet her and tossed one of the toys onto the floor, which she immediately darted after. She wasn’t a kitten, but with her behavior she couldn’t be that old, either.

You started setting her things out, and picked up the collar, now noticing the little gold name tag on it.

“Alpine?” You asked.

He shrugged. “She didn’t really strike me as a ‘Snowflake’ or a ‘Snowball’.”

The little cat looked up at you and you admired her fluff and her sweet, blue eyes.

“Alpine,” you said finally and tested out picking her up, which she let you do happily. “I think it fits.”

You and the cat looked at each other and she slowly blinked contentedly at you. When you looked back up at Bucky, you caught him leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest, grinning at you warmly.

“What?” You arched an eyebrow and smiled back.

“Nothin,” he walked over and kissed you. “It’s nice to see my two girls hangin’ out, that’s all.”

Your heart skipped at that; You figured it was his old-fashioned nature. But now you were wondering if you truly were official, if you were allowed to call him your boyfriend or not.

“I like the sound of that,” you said, looking up into his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked, placing another soft kiss on your lips. “Are you my girl?”

“I am,” you smiled. “Of course.”

You placed Alpine on the ground and put your arms around Bucky and kissed him. It was nice, knowing you were someone’s. You didn’t ever really care for labels, never cared so much for commitment. But with Bucky it was easy; you always felt safe, and you were never insecure about yourself or about what he was doing. You trusted him, and as much as that scared you, it also thrilled you.

“Think we should introduce them?” Bucky asked, nodding to Alpine.

You shrugged. “I feel like maybe we should give her a couple days. She just got here, I don’t wanna overwhelm her.”

“Good idea,” he agreed.

A few days later, you both decided it was time. You had given the cats each something that belonged to the other, so that the smell wasn’t foreign when they met. You were sure Gomez would be fine, but you knew next to nothing about Alpine. She was sweet with people, but you didn’t know what her life was like as a stray. You just stayed optimistic and kept your hopes up.

When Bucky came to the door, Gomez was there waiting. You opened it and found Bucky holding Alpine. Gomez tilted his head in curiosity, watching as Bucky closed the door behind him and put Alpine down in the living room. The two cats stared at each other for a long moment, and all you could think was here it comes, they’re going to hate each other, there’s no way–

And before you could finish that thought, Alpine meowed happily and started purring loudly. Gomez also softened and tried rubbing up on her. Before you knew it, they passed by each other, and Gomez followed her around as she investigated the apartment. The relief that flooded through you was almost euphoric.

You looked up at Bucky, who looked like a proud father, and smiled.

“Best case scenario, huh?” You said.

He put his arm around you as you watched Alpine roll over and show Gomez her belly, which caused Gomez to go over to her and lick her face. The two of them acted like they were old friends; it was very much a “where have you been all my life?” situation.

For the rest of the night, you sat on the couch watching TV, both cats snuggled on your laps, sleeping. Bucky’s arm was around you and your head was resting on his shoulder. It all felt very domestic, and you were surprised at how much that made your heart swell. You glanced up at him as he was enamored with the show on your television, and you couldn’t help but smile. You directed your focus back to the TV, and you didn’t catch the way he smiled softly down at you. He’d never been in love, but if it was anything like what he’d heard described so often, he was certain that this was it.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #my fic

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greenandhazy · 2 years

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Thomas Barrow, His Boyfriends, and Their Dogs

I have thought long and hard about this, folks.

Philip - They have two whippets. Elegant, slightly nervous, ready to run at the slightest provocation. When Thomas first arrives he's skeptical because they're pretty useless compared to other dogs he's known, but gradually they start to follow him around the house and he becomes more fond of them. Philip isn't a baby-talk-the-dogs person but they do eat better than most human beings and have custom-made dog beds set up in several different rooms of the house, and if he and Thomas are traveling for a week or more they always bring the dogs along.

2. Edward - An Irish setter, a dog he's very familiar with from the country squire life he'd been expecting. I did look this up and the first formal guide dog programs weren't established in England until the 1930s, an offshoot of German programs aimed at WWI vets but! Informally, Edward's ideal day is a nice fall afternoon, strolling down the path, talking with Thomas and letting his hand rest casually on the dogs head/neck/back, occasionally giving her ears a little tousle. Sometimes she'll run ahead, but she has a generally calm tempermant and comes back when whistled.

3. Tom - His grandfather used to have border collies back on the farm in Galway. He mentions this to a tenant farmer whose dog has just had puppies, and the farmer insists that he takes one. He's a tough little dog, scrappy, always needing a job, and they get along like a house on fire. The dog tries to herd Thomas a few times which prompts some grumbling, but Tom catches him sneaking him treats and that just about melts his heart. Really, their relationship only starts because Tom sees how much Thomas loves his dog and his daughter, and things progress naturally from there.

4. Jimmy - A beagle. Thomas jokes that Jimmy and the beagle are the same creature--chatty and energetic and always wanting attention. The dog occasionally howls along to the piano, and she and Jimmy wrestle in the sitting room sometimes--Jimmy does a lot of the dog's exercising, and Thomas is secretly a little jealous that she clings to Jimmy more than him. However, she has never obeyed a single command Jimmy has ever given but will immediately obey Thomas, so, that's something.

5. Richard - A dalmatian. The best-trained dog on this list, bar none. Richard is devoted to training the dog. He's an excellent watchdog and has an extensive repertoire of tricks, and the sight of the dog trotting at Richard's side, contrasted against Richard's dark overcoat, is one of Thomas's favorite things. He never feels more at home than when they're sitting on the sofa together with the dog lying at their feet, his tail giving the occasional thump.

6. Chris - Airedale Terrier. Chris's terrier is half-trained, in that she will stand watch outside gay bars and alert if the cops are coming, but any other command she obeys only if she feels like it and sometimes she causes trouble on purpose. Chris complains but wouldn't have it any other way. She adores Thomas on sight, and in the early days of their courtship Chris will use the dog's feelings as a convenient stand in for his own. ("You can't come back for two whole weeks? Wow the dog will be so disappointed..." etc.)

7. Guy - A Norfolk terrier. The most spoiled dog in Hollywood. 75% of the time, if Guy is home, her feet are not touching the ground. He sometimes holds her up to his face for the power of double puppy eyes. Thomas jokes that the next tricks he's teaching her are "bite" and "kill," and Guy is deeply insulted on her behalf. In reality, she is too dumb to understand what's happening but wags that little tail like crazy whenever they're both in the same room, running between them and yapping if she feels the conversation isn't including her enough.

#thomas barrow #.....et al #guy dexter #chris webster #richard ellis #jimmy kent #edward courtenay #philip duke of crowborough #what is his official tag name idk #downton abbey

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 11 months

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"I thought you didn’t like cats?" For Peter & Lucian? (Aka time for dog jokes again?)

Lucian must really love Peter a lot in order to put up with his nonsense.

Part of that new vamp Peter au I've got going on.

Warning: post-vampire hunting, blood drinking

On with the fic!

Lucian kept glancing over his shoulder and Peter finally had enough of it because Lucian kept telling him it was nothing. "What is it? Are we being followed? What's your all-powerful nose smellin' that my adorable bat nose can't? Picked up somethin' interestin'?"

He sniffed the air. "Cause all I'm smellin' right now is this nasty ass alley with whatever... festering things are in it. And pizza, but I think that's from some place nearby."

"You need to really develop your sense of smell to find specific scents, Peter." Lucian informed him. "I can't keep being the one doing it."

"Eh. Anyway, what's up? Are we being followed? Did someone survive?" Peter asked, looking down the alley.

"No, they were all taken care of, we didn't leave any of the vampires alive. But we have been followed since we left the building." Lucian then pointed at the end, towards a corner. "By her."

Peter raised an eyebrow, then squinted a bit, and finally noticed what Lucian was talking about. Peeking around the corner was a tiny black head of a cat. Then he heard the little thing meow.

They watched as the little black cat came trotting down the wet, smelly alley before stopping a few feet away. She watched them carefully, little ears flicking. Peter took note that she was one of those cats that had the long fangs, the kind that poked out and you could see the tips.

"Aww, she's like a Halloween decoration." Peter smirked as he watched her stretch, arching her back like those scared cat props you see in people's windows and yards.

"Yes, and she's been trailing us this whole time, for some reason." Lucian sighed.

"Really? Come here, cutie." Peter said, getting down to a squat and removing his backpack, pulling out a water bottle full of blood. He shook it up, hoping it would be a bit more liquid-y that way, then poured a bit into the cap. "Think she'll like a taste of pig's blood?

"I don't know, Peter. I'm not sure if cats even like- oh." They watched as the kitty cat approached, sniffed the cap, and lapped at the blood.

"Aww, like a much more adorable vampire. Could put some fake wings on you, you'd be adorable!"

"No." Lucian said instantly and Peter looked up at him, pouting.

"I didn't even say anythin'!"

"You just... you have this tone in your voice, like when you tell me about something you found online and suddenly it's at the front desk in just a day or two. You're impulsively interested in taking her home."

Peter stuck his tongue out at him and decided to give the kitty attention instead. He grinned when she nuzzled at his hand, purring. Poor thing looked so thin, had she been in that building when the vampires took it over? Had they prevented her from hunting mice or whatever?

He watched as she slipped away from him and moved to rub herself all over Lucian's legs, purring even louder. He could see Lucian looking down at her, and looking very much like he was trying not to smile.

Peter smirked. "I thought you didn’t like cats?"

Whatever hint of a smile that was there was suddenly gone. "It's not that I don't like cats, most animals know to fear- oh, you're making a dog joke again, aren't you?"

"HA! You finally caught one of 'em! I've made at least six this evening!" Peter put the cap back on his bottle and stood up. "What do we do with her?"

"She probably has a home."

"I don't think so, if she followed us from the nest, I think her home used to be that building. And we kinda... set a lot of the inside on fire burnin' bodies."

Lucian looked at him, giving him a hard look and Peter leaned down, picking her up. "Just a few days, okay? Until we can get her to a shelter or somethin'?" Peter asked. "Look at her, she's so cute and sweet, and she looks like a little vampire!"

The lycan looked at the cat, who was currently now nuzzling Peter's face and trying to slip into his hoodie, which made him laugh. Lucian sighed. "Just until you can bring her to a shelter."

"Cool! Thank you, babe!" He gave Lucian a kiss before looking at the cat. "Now, what to name you..."

"No, don't name her, then you'll want to keep her."

"She needs a name!"

"Cats do not always need them, it is their way."

"Meh, you're not fun, she's gettin' one despite your nonsense."

I dunno if they'll keep her, but Peter wants to name her after a famous vampire lady.

#john's drabbles #lucian x peter vincent

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chidoroki · 11 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 38

Chapter 38: “Forest of Vows”

Letting y’all know right now, if these become rather short, you can blame TotK. I purposefully had a good week of chapters written out in advance this whole time because I knew I’d become too attached to the game (& I’m loving it so far of course, though I don’t feel like I’ve gotten very far atm). So it’s been a few days for me personally to write more, but here we are and oh boy, what a way to start by saying farewell to this absolute queen. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll fangirl about you more once September hits.

That’s because all the books the house had were transported over from the human side of the world, sweetie. I was gonna question whether or not demons even use books, but then I remember Ayshe’s father taught her how to read, so yeah, they do. Anyways, I know demons are generally larger than any human but I wonder if these huge trees make them feel small at all? Or it’s probably all so normal to them they don’t even think twice about it.

This little fantasy of Emma’s is too cute. I love that she thought of the other kids like Phil who were left behind at the house, but it hurts not seeing Norman there. Is it safe to assume Ray made all that food? Funny how Emma sorta predicted him becoming our team chef later on.

My boy, for once in your life, can you please pat her head nicely? Especially when she’s injured! Pfftt I don’t mind it really, but I liked how the anime switched it up and just had him scare her with the jar instead. Her yell was equally as good. & I know for sure I was reading an unofficial translation the first time I picked up this series because I distinctly remember Ray going “Heyoooo” instead. I dunno why it stuck with me but to this day I greet people with that a lot.

Him watching out for her once again and more importantly, HIS APOLOGY!!! Anime made his voice SO SOFT it brings me close to tears. And she just smiles and accept it all!

He is so darn grateful, look at this smile!! I know the second season messed up a whole lot, but I gotta thank them for nailing this whole scene. All voice actresses did a splendid job with these two.

HIS PROMISE!!! One of my favorite moments of whole series and no doubt one of his best, probably the pivotal moment of his character development actually.

“Ray once believed his life was cursed and that he deserved to die after spending years thinking his family were nothing but a huge burden. So for him to come around after his attempted suicide and vow to live and protect the siblings he was so close to abandoning is the perfect example of character development. Needless to say he does stay true to this promise by being completely loyal to Emma and supportive of their family throughout the entire rest of the series and I’m so proud.” - a lazy chidoroki

Ray spent most of his life sorta isolated from the others because he knew the house’s secret and didn’t want to drag anyone else down with him, so for him to come around and tell Emma that it’s better to work together with everyone to reach their goal.. it just hits so hard.

My random pen question from ch23 about whether the WM pen actually had ink or not has been answered (though Snickers pointed this out too in the tags that day so thank you for not letting my mind wonder endlessly about it).

Could you imagine just walking around with your best buddy, having the time of your lives admiring this grand forest, when suddenly they fall through the ground with no explanation. Talk about scary.

It hasn’t even been five minutes and Ray’s already proving how serious he’s keeping his promise. I love this boy and all that rage on his face. Also, Chris being totally lost about what’s happening and just having Emma drag him everywhere.

Favorite panel/moment:

Yet another head pat with Chris and his adorable trotting.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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