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fumekara · 2 months

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ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Part 1)

SatoSugu x Gn reader

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart.

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a second part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out.

Tw: A lot of angst, polyamorous relationship, swearing, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic.

WC: 2.2K

After parking in the driveway, you sank into the car seat, still gripping the steering wheel with both hands and let yourself go into convulsive, uncontrollable crying.

For days, you had been stifling the inner turmoil that gripped you, holding back your tears and trying not to think back to Satoru and Suguru's words that had hurt you so deeply, to the fact that your relationship with the two men you loved so much was slowly falling apart…

To the fact that you had just lost your cat.

On the passenger seat lay a cat collar, the same collar that your cat, Nuko, had long held until an hour before and was now without an owner.

You did not know whether your tears were only and solely due to the cat's disappearance or because Nuko's death was the straw that broke the camel's back.

He had kept you company for years, you had adopted him in high school when he was still a kitten, you had cared for him by loving him and giving him everything he needed, and you had taken him with you when you moved in with Satoru and Suguru.

You would never see your little friend again, of course you expected this, he was still an old cat and for a couple of days he had been giving clear signals about his health showing that he was not well at all, so you took him to the vet, even though you knew there was little you could do for him.

The death of your pet is something everyone has to face sooner or later, after all Nuko had lived a long and happy life.

However, you hoped he would stay with you a little longer, because you had long felt that Nuko was the last one in that house who cared for and needed you.

And now he’s gone.

You know you made the right choice, the vet had informed you that his condition was too critical, in a few weeks he would have died anyway, but this would have put him out of his misery straight away. Simple and painless, he would feel nothing, he would go in peace.

And so you did.

You held back tears when you gave the OK for the operation, you held back tears when you removed Nuko's collar from his soft gray fur, you held back tears when you stroked and cuddled him for the last time.

"Thank you for always being there for me, you have been a great friend," you told him hoping he would understand that he would be loved and remembered even when he was gone.

You held back tears when you stayed by his side and when the vet told you the operation was successful.

You held back tears when you filled out the paperwork at the reception desk, you held back tears when you left the veterinary clinic and headed for the car park, and you held back tears as you drove home.

But now the emotions you had repressed were pouring out of you and you couldn't control them, all you could do was cry and think about what would happen when you got out of the car and crossed the threshold of your home.

You hadn't said anything to Satoru and Suguru, they didn't know anything about what had just happened and you were pretty sure they wouldn't care and wouldn't give you any consolation anyway, you weren't even sure they loved you any more since you'd had that fight.

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That day was hard for them. You first noticed that both of them must have had a bad day at work, the small scratches on their faces was evidence and they were also more nervous than usual, Suguru also must have injured himself during the last mission as he was holding his side and struggling to keep his back straight.

You knew that their work as teachers and wizards exhausted them and often made them return home with a few extra bruises. You always took care of them when they needed it, several times you treated their bruises and cuts when they returned from a particularly demanding mission, often relying on Shoko's advice on how to treat them.

You received a kiss on the forehead or lips from them as a thank you.

You always offered your boys a shoulder to cry on and all the love you could give them, and they did the same to you. And you wore their love like armor to face the storms of life and work.

They were at the front door, Satoru had just taken off his shoes, while Suguru had taken off his coat with difficulty and extreme caution, confirming your hypothesis that he had been injured on the mission.

You greeted them with a smile and walked over to hug them as you always did.

"Not now Y/N," Satoru told you firmly in a colder tone than usual. You turned away from them as you saw them heading towards the kitchen, hearing the white-haired male cursing in a low voice. Suguru made his way behind him as if he had not noticed your presence as he grunted from the pain in his right side.

You were amazed at their behavior. Normally they would have welcomed you into their arms and told each other how your days went. 'Did something bad happen?' you thought as you joined them in the kitchen.

Satoru had his back to you with his hands resting on the sink jamb while Suguru sat at the table, both of them seemed to be rather restless.

"Is everything alright guys?" you asked hoping you could figure out what had made them so nervous.

You heard Satoru sigh heavily "Yes, everything is fine" he said coldly still holding your shoulders.

You looked at Suguru hoping that at least he could give an answer to your question, but the black-haired man seemed not to be interested in doing so.

You approached your boyfriend's side to see how serious his wound was, you hadn't seen any blood or anything, but you wanted to be sure there was nothing too serious. Between him and Satoru, Suguru was the more patient and calm of the two. You gently brushed one of the long black locks from his face and gave him a small smile. He must not have liked the gesture, however, because he turned away as if you had given him an electric shock.

You tried to maintain a caring attitude, not wanting to make the situation worse.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt, dear?"

"Y/N, please let it go. It's fine," he said, not using his usual sweet and calm tone.

You didn't like this attitude they were both using with you at all. But you were really worried and did your best to try to be helpful.

"Let me help you, Sugu', if it's serious I can...".

"Y/N stop, I told you that you don't have to worry about it!" he interrupted you acidly as he gave you an icy stare, making it clear that he had no interest in talking to you, much less getting treatment from you.

You looked down at the floor and got up from your chair, leaving Suguru alone, but this made your worries increase.

You approached Satoru who had removed the blindfold from his eyes, but still had his back to you. "Toru... What's going on?" you gently touched his hand, hoping that a small trace of your warmth might give him some comfort, but your gesture was bitterly rejected as he removed his hand from yours.

"Y/N stop it, I already told you it's OK!" he said, raising the volume of his voice a little too high "For God's sake, stop being so fucking clingy!"

"I just want to know what's going on" you said, turning to both of them "you know you can tell me about everything".

"Y/N enough!" you heard Suguru as he turned in his chair towards you "we have other things to think about and we don't have time for your bullshit".

Now you felt offended, you knew they weren't really mad at you. They were using you as an excuse to vent their frustrations. But you didn't like being scolded when you just wanted to help. It wasn't the first time this had happened, lately it seemed like they were getting ruder and ruder with you every time something went wrong. You were starting to get sick of it.

"Wanna know how it went at work, Y/N?" asked Satoru sarcastically " SHITTY, that's how it went. The meeting with that bunch of assholes from our superiors went horribly and on top of that we got our asses kicked by a special level curse." he paused "And the last thing we need is you asking us to hug you and give you attention. Are you satisfied now?"

"I wasn't looking for attention, I just wanted to he-"

"Y/N for the last time, piss off!" shouted Suguru at you making you realize it was time to stop. You looked at them both in astonishment, you were sure that the last people who would say such a thing to you were them, your boyfriends.

Geto noticed your expression and that was enough to soften him "Just...leave us alone now, please." he said in a calmer tone.

They both looked away from you.

You put your hands on your hips and looked at the floor with a sad expression " I'm sorry" you said and left the kitchen.

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That evening you did not speak to each other, you dined in silence and kept your gaze fixed on your plate so as not to meet their eyes. You didn't know if they were still bothered by you, but the words they had said to you kept coming back to you. About how they thought you were clingy and that your mere presence was enough to make them lose their temper.

When you finished eating, you decided to wash the dishes in the sink, as Satoru had set the table and Suguru had prepared dinner that night.

As you were drying the last dish, you realized that your cat's bowl, which was lying on the kitchen floor, was still full from this morning, also the water bowl. You hadn't actually seen Nuko all day.

You put the dry dish back in the cupboard and went to the living room to see if your cat was there, perhaps lying on the sofa or armchair.

"Nuko?, where are you buddy?" you called him as you walked around the rooms of the house looking behind the curtains, the sofa, the television, but nothing.

It had happened before that Nuko left the house and returned after a couple of days, but that was when he was still a young and energetic cat, now he was old and spent his days in the house or in the garden.

you looked in the bedroom you shared with the boys and looked under the bed to see if he was hiding there.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

You looked up even though you knew it was Suguru's voice.

"I can't find Nuko, he hasn't touched food today," you stood up avoiding eye contact with the man in front of you.

"Have you tried the guest room? He really likes it," he told you, scratching the back of his head and staring at the wall as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The guest room was your bedroom before you moved into Satoru and Suguru's when you made your relationship official. However, Nuko had a habit of taking naps there, as if habits die hard for him.

You headed toward the room and, not seeing the cat above the sheets, peeked under the bed. Nuko was lying in the shadows and raised his little head after noticing your presence.

"What's wrong buddy?"

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Satoru and Suguru knew they had to apologize to you, but they had decided to give you some space after what happened. They did not ask you why you had decided to sleep in the guest room so that you could come and sleep with them, even though they would have liked to do so.

"We really messed up, Sugu," Gojo murmured, "I feel bad about what happened, we went too far with them, they didn't deserve it."

Suguru also felt guilty about the way things had gone with you, but at the time he had yelled at you he was convinced he had a broken rib and was furious about being reprimanded by his superiors at the meeting. When he had seen you looking for Nuko he had tried to apologize, but could not find the words.

"Yes me too, tomorrow we will apologize to them properly," he said, turning off the light.

"No shit."

They hoped that the next morning things would settle down. It was not the first time you had argued, but never had they used those words with her in that way. Both men were happy and lucky to have you in their lives and were so grateful for the love the three of you had built together, but they feared they had crossed a zone from which there was no turning back.

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adora-but-ginger · 10 months

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Cool About It

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: he was dead. he was dead, but he was right in front of you.

word count: ~2.2k

warnings: talk of grief, a panic attack, stages of grief, angst, fluff(?)

a/n: i listen to phoebe and boygenius so much that honestly it's surprising that i haven't written a fic with one of their songs as a title yet. get some tissues ready just in case, folks.

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one last thing, please don't repost my stories.

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When you saw him, your heart damn near stopped pumping.

You had gone through the stages of grief and had made peace with your partner's death. So, when you saw him, well, not him him but still him, you froze.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, seeing his face again, but knowing it wasn't really him. He had the same brown eyes, same figure, and the same hair, but you knew that that was where the similarities ended. This version was stiffer, rougher around the edges.

He was explaining the whole multiverse and cannon events and whatever else, but you weren't listening because the last time he talked to you it was in your arms whilst the life drained out of him. The tears were rushing to your ducts, and it took your all to keep them down. He was going on and on about some stupid watch and you were supposed to act like it was all normal? Your mouth had fallen slightly open and as much as you kept your body from reacting otherwise, your eyes betrayed you.

Memories of the two of you, of what once was, couldn't stop breaking your mental doors down. Your life together, when you were sure that he was the love of your life and that you could actually live out a life in content, all taken from you, no, stolen from you. And yet he was here and in front of you explaining a stupid watch.

You couldn't do this. Youcouldn'tdothis youcouldn'tdothis. You could feel your hands shake as they reached out for the watch, and you knew you had to get out of there when you met his eyes. They were his eyes, but not his eyes. He was looking at you with brows turned down and a frown on his face, and damn if you weren't about to break into a sweat if you stayed in this version of his' presence. So, you took the watch from his grasp and practically bolted out of there, not saying a single word to him. You couldn't trust your voice, hell there wasn't much you could trust about yourself right now.

You gasped for escaping breaths the second his doors shut behind you, feeling like you were about to have a heart attack. All you could think about was him, him, his smile, his gentle words with you, his stupid turtlenecks that you loved so much, his cat, his everything. You needed to leave but had nowhere to go. Back home you would be filled with more memories, and the bare walls of this giant establishment wouldn't do you any good either. You were imploding in on yourself, and about to spiral in a universe that wasn't your own. You--

"Hey, I wasn't done talking to you." You squeezed your eyes shut as that voice filled your ears. You stood with you head hung, chest shakily rising and falling. His voice held more of a sternness to it, like whenever he would scold someone for being rude, or whenever he wou-- stop. Stop. You needed to stop. You were sure he was saying more, but your hearing had become muffled, your senses shutting down. The world felt underwater, and you were sinking.

You shivered as his hand was placed on your shoulder, turning you around.

"Are you okay?"

It was such a simple but such a loaded question. His eyebrows were scrunched, and god it was all the same.

"You walked out while I was still explaining this to you. Why?" You could feel your eyes become unfocused. You were angry, angry at the multiverse for bringing this upon you, for making you reopen a wound that had just scarred over. His hand gave your shoulder a squeeze then, and you tore away from it like it scorched you, though the only burn marks were in the familiarity of his fingertips.

"Get away from me."

You had wanted to say something that wouldn't rise any more suspicion, but clearly that wasn't what was going to happen. You could barely get a sentence out, choking up at the end. You could see him grit his teeth as he mumbled something and a figure popped up on his shoulder, seemingly talking back to him.

He leaned down to meet you more at your level of height before talking again. "You don't get to tell me what I do and don't do. Clearly there's something wrong. What is it?" He spoke stoically, void of emotion. Maybe that's why you responded--your Miguel always spoke his feelings.

You took a few deep breaths to try to steady your breathing before looking at him. When you did, you didn't even recognize your voice. "What's wrong? What's wrong is that you're dead." You could barely restrain the emotion in your words, and once again were reminded that you needed to get out of there before you started a conversation you couldn't handle. You felt like you were drowning, and you wished that this could all be just another nightmare.

He cocked his head ever so slightly in question, and you glanced to the yellow figure by his shoulder before shaking your head and turning to walk away. Maybe it was a little harsh to leave him there standing in confusion as you went to attempt to wash his memory from your mind again, but you weren't in the best state of mind right now.

The dam broke as you heard the yellow figure say "cannon event," "you," and "partner," and you left without another trace.

After your first encounter with this new Miguel, you avoided him like the plague. You weren't in HQ a lot, but when you were, you were in the most solitary spots you could locate. If there was a briefing with him in it, you focused your attention on everything but him, though you could feel his eyes on you. It didn't help that a ragtag group of younger spider people decided that you were unofficially their newest member, dubbing you one of the 'oldies' alongside a Jess and Peter B. You didn't talk much, and they didn't push so you thought they were okay. If even a glimpse of Miguel became visible though, whether it was just him grabbing lunch or seeing him turn down the hallway, you disappeared.

Over the recent few days, it was getting harder to hide though. He seemed to be everywhere. Whether you were grabbing a meal, spending time with the group, or just minding your own business, he was always just around the corner.

Being home wasn't any better either, as he was everywhere there too. You hadn't moved out of your shared place, not only because it was a steal but also because it was the last remnants of him that you had. The uneven shelf he built for your birthday the year before he died, the cards he would write for you, the teddy bear that he surprised you with after you caught a nasty cold one year. His favorite records, his old sweatshirts, hell you were half sure that his ghost was here too. Sure, you were still living in grief a little, but it was hard after all of the time you spent together.

You only came back here every night for the cat you two had, if you were being honest. He had sworn up and down that he wasn't a cat person, but then you came home one night after your spider activities and there was a fluffy ball of fur that he had found roaming around his job, and just like that there was the new addition to your family. You gave the purring creature some pets and food, murmuring words of comfort, explaining your hectic day you'd had. It was a mysterio anomaly this time, always a hassle they were.

And then before you could even react, your senses (and the furball at your feet's) went haywire, and that bittersweet familiarity rushed through you again.

Your head whipped around at the intruder, and you sighed as he took in his new surroundings. "What do you want, Miguel." Your cat perked up at his name, and you had to pick her up as a result. "It's not him baby, I'm sorry."

His tone was bone-chilling, indifferent. "You're right, I'm not him and I can't be him." He took your demeanor in, and you could sense a slight shift in his posture as the portal behind him shut. "I'm sorry that I'm not. But that doesn't mean that you can avoid any interactions with me, especially when I've been searching you out."

"What? You've been what"

You could tell he was soaking the place in as he moved closer to you. "I see how you try to act like I'm not reminding you of him in meetings, and I--" a breath escaped him as he tried to gather his thoughts, choosing his words carefully. "You don't know much about me, but one thing we share is grief. Lyla explained the situation--and she also convinced me to come here in the first place--" he grumbled the last part, shaking his head. "--and I can't wrap my head around it because you also look like someone I loved who I lost." He gave you a moment to let the new sink in. "I tried to reach out to you, but--" His words were cut off as your eyes widened. That's why you kept seeing him everywhere, he was trying to tell you he had been suffering too.

Silence filled the air for a beat, the clock on your wall being the loudest in the room.

Eventually, you gathered your thoughts and spoke. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." You set the cat down and walked to him, closing any remaining distance.

"It's not your fault. The multiverse must be pretty angry at us. "

You don't know what caused you to laugh, maybe you were losing it, but the sound erupted from you anyways, shocking him briefly. "Yeah, I guess it is, huh."

There was a pregnant pause then, before he started laughing too. There the two of you stood, with all the knowledge of one who bore the same face yet with none of the knowledge at all.

And then you sat down, and he followed, and you talked. You both talked for who knows how long, about the versions of each other that you once knew. You both felt like fools, but it was nice to revel in the past for once, and you think that he would be happy with you making this progress. It was only when the sun rose in your universe that you realized just what you were doing, but you felt more at peace with it, in a way. He told you about his partner and his daughter, and you told him all about the two of you.

There were a few differences between them, subtle but still there. He made breakfast with you then, choosing the raspberries instead of the blueberries that he would always go with for the pancakes made. Once your plates had been cleared, the noises of the world waking up started to surround you, but all of the two of you could do was observe the other. You were both low on sleep, but you couldn't care then, for the tension had been lifted. He still held the stoicism when he talked, but you could tell that something had changed. Something had changed for the both of you.

It was time to head to work, but you wanted to get it off of your chest before you chickened out. You felt your nerves tingling as you prepared what you were going to ask, trying to make it sound nonchalant. "You know, maybe the universe is trying to give us another chance. I know that my Miguel would be laughing at this interaction between us, telling me to go shoot my shot." You huffed in amusement as you could imagine exactly how that interaction would go. You could picture it, too, him picking on you playfully for finding interest in him.

You were expecting a shake of the head and a 'let's forget this happened' comment, but instead he looked at you, his words catching you by surprise. "Yeah, I mean out of all the people to fall for, it makes the most sense that it would only ever be you. Even if it's a different you."

And yeah, it would be different, and you were in no way replacing him, but you think he'd be happy. Which is why your next words slipped out before you could even process what you were saying.

"Would you like to catch dinner sometime? I know a great empanada truck nearby."

You had never seen him smile, or show any positive emotion, side for a few quirks of his mouth as he was reminiscing last night. But there he stood; the tiniest bit of his lips turned upward as you went to feed the cat before you went to HQ.

And yeah, maybe you were going to be walking into dangerous territory, but you didn't have to focus on that right now. Because you two didn't need to talk about the fact that you had seen the other's face for a significant portion of your life. You didn't need to talk about the habits that were similar.

His voice drew you from your thoughts. "Yeah, I would like that."

A pause, and then a huff.

"What's the cats name?"

"Gabriella."

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yaut-jaknowit · 7 months

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Before A Throne

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3225

Summary: We'ar-ow takes you to a new spot on the ship. New for you. Her throne room. As the Monarch of this clan, she must delegate tasks and ensure her clan thrives. It's a perfect time to show you off. As her pet, you are sat upon the steps of her throne and forced to stay. Like a good pet.

Author Note: Uh-oh… that anger is rising!

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A black, leather-style collar was hanging from We’ar-ow’s pointer finger. An offer, but more of a demand. It was for you. A collar. For you. To wear. Your body shook with rage that somehow didn’t pelt her in the face with swinging fists or venom-filled words. This was beyond anything you could handle.

“Why?” you grounded out through clenched teeth. The last two days have been calm. She lets you stay in your room the entire time as you wasted away from boredness. But it was better than facing the damn dragon that has you as her pet. Oh, that really grinded your gears truly right now. How dare she?! You’re a person! With thoughts, with feelings, with emotions. She thinks it normal to chain you up with a collar. You’re not a dog or some Houdini child. You’ve been good around her, for the most part.

Her piercing gaze was kept on you as she peered over her mandibles to look down at you. God, she was massive. At least two feet taller. Probably closer to three feet taller. You don’t even reach her midriff while standing in front of her.

The two bottom mandibles flutter mindlessly. “Pets wear collars.” She was completely pushing your buttons. Your nails bit harshly into the pads of flesh that made up your hands. “Pets wear their collars proudly,” she continued.

Your teeth grinded against each other as you gazed up at her. Anger had to be rolling off of you in waves. Deadly, fatal waves that if it was any other Yautja, you would be dead in a heart beat.

A deep breath cycled through your lungs. “I’m not a pet,” you argued, finally putting your foot down. You were done playing this game.

Wow, it took four days to break you.

We’ar-ow leaned down, invading your personal space, and wrapped a hand around your neck. Instantly, you freaked and kicked out your legs to fight for life. Her hold wasn’t vicious or hurting. Just something to keep you there, before her. “But, you are. Your skin is marred with my symbol as Monarch. And your previous failed to protect you, his pet. Why resist? I can give you life worry-free and relaxing on furs I’ve hunted myself,” she explained and slowly blinked at you.

At her words, your eyes narrowed. Dwainet had hunted furs for you, as a mate. From experience, that was a mate thing to gather survival items for the other. But, you did only had one life experience. So maybe she was just doing what an owner does with a pet.

“You forcefully put that mark on my skin! And as a pet. I won’t lower myself to that standard just because it’s an easy life. I’d rather live a hard life than be humiliated as a pet,” you spat out the last words as if it was vile. Truly it was. “I wasn’t a pet to Dwainet. He was my mate.” You finally let the cat out of the bag.

And she didn’t react in a negative way. Just ‘hmpf’ed and slightly grinned. Her face was still close, breath baring down on you. “You think I didn’t know that. You reeked of his mating scent. What I don’t understand is why? You would let a low ranking, barely blooded male to mate with you?” she questioned as if it was the more absurd thing to ever do.

Now she was questioning your love life! God, save your soul. “Because humans don’t care about that! I fell in love with him.” Her hand tightened for a second, your body freezing when you remembered how easily it would be snap your neck.

Then, she took a step forward, forcing you backwards. All the way until your back met the cool wall of your new room. It felt like she grew an extra foot or two as she completely towered over your trembling form. You had made a fatal error, you felt it in your bones as she studied you. “Young and dumb. The two of you are. How was this lesson learned? Well? I hope.”

You wanted to shy away from her intense stare down, but the Yautja refused to let up for a moment. As if she wanted to get it through your thick skull. “What do you think would’ve happened if I had not found you? Unclaimed physically by another Yautja. You were just a plaything to anyone who came along your path. You are ooman. You would not survive out there,” she stated. Her hot, thick body pressed against yours, trapped between her and the wall. Not an inch of relief to escape.

That boiling rage just came back in full force. Fire flickering mightily in your eyes. “You think I’m just some weak human that needed saving? You think you are doing me favor?!” you scoffed and wiggled a little. It just further increased your worries. She wasn’t letting you go or move.

Plainly, frankly, she stated: “yes.” Her thumb stroked along the ridge of your cheek bone. If it wasn’t for the sharp talon at the end so close to your eye, you would’ve been possibly distracted. It was soothing, almost. “So, either make a choice now. Make this easier on yourself and I or I will show you why I was made Monarch.”

The translator even carried over the dreadful threat in her voice and words. You didn’t have much of choice besides pain and suffering. You let your head loll back and thunk against the wall. “It’s a lose-lose situation, anyhow.” You paused and stared blankly up at the grey ceiling. “Just get it over with.” You were not winning this argument. You would never win one with her. You were done.

Her hand slipped away, leaving behind goosebumps. You heard the clinking of metal before the warm leather embraced from the back of your neck and locked together on your throat. You swallowed and felt the way it effected the bobbing of your throat.

“Ruach finished your clothing as well. Pick what you want. I’m taking you out.” Your body froze at her words. You knew she wasn’t about to kill you. She was hauling you back into the public of her kind. Somewhere you didn’t want to be. The last place you wanted to be. It’s only been two days… can’t you get like two years to recuperate after that traumatic episode.

Like you learned earlier… there was no winning an argument with her. It’s best to just shut up and sit along for the ride. Until an exit becomes clear. That was your new goal. Going home.

We’ar-ow turned around then and walked out of the room. At least she’ll give you some privacy to change. The least she could give after humiliating you lately. You knew nakedness was fine when it came to their species. It was the norm. To you, however, was the complete opposite.

How will you ever survive in this new world.

Up against the wall was a newly placed box. You stomped over to it and ripped open the lid. Just like how We’ar-ow had stated, Ruach had finished your clothing. Your jaw dropped at the first one on top. It wasn’t anything revealing or anything but it was strictly formal. Well, shit. Formal meant parties or gatherings of the sort. Such things you will most likely be forced to join.

A grumbled groan passed through your nose. You dug through the box to find something that could be considered for your kind. Please have a T-shirt and short or pants. Something close to it, please!

Maybe god had mercy on your poor soul. A semi-normal looking T-shirt with off-setting pants sat in the box. You pulled those out with a smile and pumped your fists above your head in victory. “Yes!” you cheered, ready to strip when chittering laughter met your ears. You froze then whipped your head over in the noise’s direction.

Of course, it couldn’t be anyone else. You shied away from her amused gaze and stood normally. There goes your privacy.

“I did not know it takes clothes to please my pet,” she purred. There she goes, ruining the moment. Your shoulders slumped, teeth grinding against one another.

It was worth a shot. “Gonna give me privacy to change?” you questioned and did your best to hold back the anger in your voice. An emotion she chittered her amusement once more.

“No.”

If only you could throttle her. You sighed in defeat before swiftly stripping down to your underwear and pulling on the new clothing. They fit… perfectly, as much as you hated to admit it. They weren’t snug in any place. The fabric didn’t rub. In all honesty, the fabric felt like heaven against your skin. Not too soft that it felt like nothing was there, but was smooth to your skin. If the situation was different, you would be thanking Ruach for the clothing. Instead, you just cursed at him less in your mind.

The Yautja strutted over to you and lightly grasped your chin to bring it up. There was a softness you’ve only seen in the privacy of her space. “They are to liking?” she asked, voice softened close to a whisper.

Your throat bobbed, head unable to nod. “Y-yeah,” you stuttered, feeling how your heart pounded in your chest. So hard, it felt like it was about to jump out into her hands.

She hummed, other hand coming up and stroking the like-leather collar around your throat. “You may not like it now. Once your emotions clear, you will see how being a Monarch’s pet will be a great life.” The moment was crushed. You turned your head out of her hold and took two massive steps away from her. She continued to stand before you, hand falling back to her side.

“We head out now,” she demanded then spun on her heel and marched out of the door. In the whirlwind of emotions flying in your head, you timidly follow after her, like a shadow. Your new clothing swaying with each step as the two of you left her room and into the elevator.

Yautja filled the halls, conversing or going their own ways. Just like before, all of them spilt, leaving a wide, respectful berth to their Monarch. You just went along with everything, feeling the way the new collar burned against your skin. A reminder in the back of your mind, a sight that everyone could see. You seethed quietly.

After a couple of minutes, you realized you didn’t know where she was taking you. These halls weren’t familiar, even after half a year being on the ship. Dwainet never took you out of his room often. Something you didn’t mind too much. Away from danger, away from prying eyes.

A simple door slid back to reveal a massive room with a towering ceiling. Your jaw dropped. You’ve never been here before, let alone heard about it. Your steps slowed to a stop as you took in the room. We’ar-ow took notice and looked over her shoulder. “Come,” she stated and gestured with her head to keep up. Which, you did to the best of your ability as you admired the place.

This was no simple room compared to the door, something you realized. It was highly decorated, like a throne room for a king or queen.

That’s when it hit you. It was a throne room for We’ar-ow. She’s the Monarch. The highest standing power within her clan. Why has she brought you here?

Mentioned Yautja gracefully took the steps up a throne designed for her size. She sat down then crossed a leg over the other and leaned on an elbow. With her other hand, she motioned with a finger to come towards. Like a lost dog, you did so, eyes flickering around the place. You still couldn’t believe the size of this place and the way it was filled. It was definitely different compared to anywhere else on the ship.

The steps were taller than back on earth but you still climbed and stood before the Monarch on her throne. With no one in here, she let a small smirk grace her lips. We’ar-ow pointed to a spot next to her throne, still on the steps. “Sit, I have a few issues to resolve,” she said and let her arm rest in her lap.

Whatever magic gripped you was broken at her words. Sitting at her feet like a peasant! You wanted to scream at her. Instead, you hesitantly plopped harshly on the steps next to her throne and crossed your arms. To be honest, that hurt you more than you expected. You glared at the floor.

A hand petted the top of your head. “Calm, pet. This will be over shortly.” Yeah, when I find a way to escape from this hell hole and go back home.

It wasn’t until now that you realized how homesick you were. Away from your friends, you family. God, you left them without much of a notice. Gone, just like that. They probably think you’re dead or something like that. You shake your head to get her hand off. She pulled away without complaint.

Then, the real fun began.

Just sitting there while she talked with other Yautjas. For hours. For literal hours. Your butt on the metal covered in what felt like carpet wasn’t nice. It ruined your back, made your buttock muscles beyond sore. Worse of all, you felt yourself going crazy! What did she expect you to do for hours and blankly staring at the ground?! You needed something to toy with, something to fidget with. This couldn’t be a daily thing.

Thankfully, you had the translator, so you had one thing to entertain yourself with. Listening to the talk of everyday life of a Yautja and the clan. An idea came to mind as you observed. Maybe you could find out a way to escape by listening. Learn their patterns, learn the place from the inside out. A sly smile graced your face but was quickly wiped off. You couldn’t have anyone getting any hints of your thoughts.

This is how the day went on. You, a pet, sitting at their master’s feet as she discussed with her people about issues among the clan. During the entire time, you kept a passive look on your face as you rested your chin on your hand. How long will this go on?

Yet, this time gave you a chance to think so more. That’s all you could do whole you waited, impatiently, mind you.

To We’ar-ow’s room has a keypad that she inputted a code to entire. A code you didn’t know was strictly for her room or her own code to have access to the entire ship. You’ll have to pay closer attention to when she puts it in to learn what it is. Hopefully, it was the latter to help you get out of here. If she had a keycode to access the place, you’ll have unlimited access everywhere.

Perfect. At least, you have an idea on where to start.

“Pet.” As much as you hated to admit it, you turned your head in We’ar-ow’s call. Immediately, you scowled and rolled your eyes. How stupid of you.

We’ar-ow had stood up sometime during your inner monologue. You also stood up as well, considerably short than her hulking form. Her eyes met yours for a short second before she began to walk down the steps. You stayed for an extra moment and admired the throne room one more time. It was different to any other place you’ve seen on the ship. It was nice to see something fresh here.

Not another words was spoke to you. It was back to her room once more. You didn’t mind it one bit. Away from prying eyes and able to find something to fidget with, at least.

After passing the threshold of her quarters, a hand landed on your chest and pushed you flush with wall next to the door. You couldn’t help the gasp that pierced the quiet air. Your hand coming up to wrap around her thick wrist, as if you could pull it off. “We’ar-ow?” you questioned, the first time you’ve uttered her name.

You saw the sharp rise of her chest the second after the name left your lips. The hand added a hair of weight, enough to be noticed. We’ar-ow leaned in, further crowding you to the wall. Her limb slid up to wrap around your neck, thumb forcefully tilting your head up more. She bent at the waist, knees bending to help her get to your shorter height.

With trembling rapture, you watched as she brought her massive head to your neck. You felt her hot breath fan over the fragile skin there. You whimpered in terror and clenched your eyes closed.

Then, she rubbed her head against your throat. The entirety of your body tensed painfully, ready for a killing blow to happen. But nothing besides the confusion on what she was doing. She changed sides of your neck, continuously rubbing against you like a cat. Your voice was lodged in your esophagus, stuck behind a lump of fright.

The terror that controlled your body had you froze like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what to do or act in this situation. Dwainet has never done something like before.

Finally, you were able to swallow. “W-what are, are you doing?” you asked, voice trembling. All you could do was stare up at the ceiling as she kept rubbing herself on your neck.

“Scent marking you,” she explained, free hand pinning your hip to the wall as well. You were completely stuck, no room to escape from her clutches. You gritted your teeth painfully, chest taking shaky breaths.

So, she was doing what cats do, or dogs as well. Rubbing her scent on you, further claiming you as her pet. You slowly untensed your muscles to relax against the wall and let her do her thing. The day had been long and drawn out. The quicker she gets this done, the quicker you get to be in the safety of your room.

It was just the neck she went for. The hand on your hip slid up, underneath your shirt and palmed at your stomach. “Hey!” you snapped, without meaning to. That was too far though, more than something you were willing to let go.

We’ar-ow’s scent marking stilled, releasing a short trill in question; a sound you haven’t heard before from her. You reached for the limb on your stomach and tugged on it. “That’s too far.” But, the hand didn’t budge. “Don’t, don’t touch me.”

“I must scent mark you. You still have that male’s scent lingering on you.” Her hand, thankfully, slid back down to rest on your hip.

“Just stay to my neck, okay?” Your voice continued to tremble the entire time. And, We’ar-ow took you seriously. She pulled away from your neck and stared down at you. Not a word was said as she walked off like nothing happened. On the other hand, you stayed glued to the wall, life partially flashing before my eyes.

The Yautja left you there, to your own devices.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow #monarch

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brunosaderogatory · 1 year

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Show me your headcannos about luca and alberto's relationship, please :D

To start it off, let me just say: you should not have asked me this. You opened the biggest can of worms in my tackle box, cause these boys have been marinating in my head for nearly 2 years. This post is gonna be a long one. That being said,

Physical Properties

Their height distance remains relatively the same, with Luca at 5’8 and Alberto at 5’11

Luca’s favorite feature on Alberto is his eyebrows. His freckles take second place (obviously), but he thinks that they compliment his facial structure really well.

Alberto’s favorite feature on Luca is his eyes. He likes how big and round they are, and he can tell when Luca is spacing out, because they drift just a hair apart. No one else notices this detail

I think they would have a size difference too, like, after years of fishing (and living with Massimo), Alberto grows up to be a Bear of a man. Like super strong, Luca loves this, and has absolutely 0 complaints.

Skills/Jobs

Alberto pays for Luca’s tuition through odd jobs in his teens

Luca grows up to be a teacher in Portorosso and talks about Alberto often to his students, and Alberto grows up to be a fisherman with painting as a side hobby/gig, Luca as his #1 muse. Luca will come to him, describing a recent daydream, and Alberto will make it real.

Luca is interested in things like mythology, astronomy, science, etc. and while Alberto barely ever understands it, he always brings/sends newspaper or magazine clippings of these topics like a cat bringing its owner a leaf

Luca and Alberto are both neurodivergent (Luca w the ASD and Alberto w the ADHD) and they are constantly infodumping to eachother (alberto about vespas and basically any automobiles, Luca about the sciences and mythology)

Luca also becomes an author in his later years, writing (usually short) memoirs and each and every. Single. One. is dedicated to Alberto

Alberto plays the mandolin (not the best, but pretty decent) and will rewrite songs to fit him & Luca, and then serenade him later on <3

On that topic, Luca favors the pop genre, while Alberto favors Opera, but they both lose their fucking minds when “50 Special” by Lunapop or “Citta Vuota” by Mina comes on

They also had citta vuota play at their wedding and you cant convince me otherwise

They have godly amounts of communication skills and it makes every one around them jealous

Alberto’s love language is touch and cannot go 15 fucking minutes without laying a hand or brushing against Luca when they’re together. Likewise, Luca’s love language is words of affirmation and will not *stand* for alberto talking bad about himself, which he has a habit of doing, and will crowd him with thoughtful compliments

Luca (teacher) brings up Alberto plenty in his lessons, and his students. fucking. love him. He’s like a celebrity to them

They protect & look after eachother. If someone is going after Alberto with words, Luca steps in. If someone is going after Luca with strength, Alberto steps in.

Timeline/Moments

They met on the 18th of June (the day Luca 2021 came out)

They got married as soon as they could. Like the day it was made legal, Luca was filing a request

They hold true to their promise of exploring the world together, visiting a new country every other year for usually weeks at a time. They’re just out there trying their damnedest to live life to the fullest and experience everything there is to offer

At some point, Alberto realizes he needs glasses 24/7 and Luca forces him to get them, but he refuses to use them because he thinks it ruins his style. Still, to this day, Luca, Giulia, and Massimo are the only ones to see him wear them

Going off of the last one, Luca wears readers. It took a little while for Alberto to get used to, but then they started growing on him

When on dates, Alberto is usually handed the bill, but Luca always pays. he does not understand why they keep on handing Alberto the bill when he has a greater salary, but Alberto does. He does understand

They never adopt kids because it was illegal (and it still is, btw. L Italy) But! They do always have a dog (usually a pit, because they have an affinity for beings that society gives a bad name) and 2 cats.

Luca was originally a dog person and takes forever to warm up to the possibility of having a cat, but Alberto manages to convince him and after a month it’s like. His child.

They basically become the adoptive-grandfathers of the queer teens in Portorosso. just adopting the weirdos and misfits, freaks and geeks left and right.

They get a house together and walking into it is like walking into a museum exhibit. Alberto has a hoarding problem and Luca cannot resist the urge to bring home cool rocks. It’s littered with trinkets from wood carvings to miniature Vespas. The walls are covered in photographs and art. Thanks to Luca’s organization skills, though, it’s actually very well put-together and designed instead of messy. You can also tell a lot about them from their decor, too - everything tells the story

At old age, Luca develops Arthritis (like his grandmother) and becomes a bit dependent, but Alberto never complains about having to help him with even the most simple, mundane tasks

Alberto gets Luca a bright red Vespa as a graduation present (Luca loses his mind, but that should already be understood), and then teaches him how to drive + helps him get his license

Luca is on social media a lot more than Alberto, and lost his fucking mind when he came across the MLM pride flag. Old man ran to Alberto to show him, who had the same exact reaction, cheering like it was the Super Bowl (because it’s Their!!! Colors!!!!)

They never grow up. they stay playful, silly kids together as they age, and even when they’re relationship gets serious, they’re barely rarely serious with each other (if that makes sense)

Before they officially met, Alberto scoped him out. That trail of fallen junk was *planted* I swear. And that scuba suit?? That was planned

Miscellaneous

They never get rid of their clothes from the first summer, even after years of unused and lint collection.

Alberto cooks, Luca tries (and fails. and lies, claiming he *loves* the taste of burnt food and Alberto should suck it up and try it)

Daniela and Alberto start out having a bitter/rocky relationship, but grow to genuinely like each other over time (their shared affection for Luca *definitely* helps this)

Alberto does dumb stuff throughout his youth, like piercing his right ear or getting a permanent tattoo of an upside-down, bright pink triangle, that makes Luca question if he has a death wish, but it grows to be more of a sweet thing over time that they look back on with nostalgia

They go hard with the PDA, but don’t even notice it. Giulia will be begging them to stop and they’ll both be confused like ??? Stop what

I know this is gonna sound insane, but hear me out: Luca, albeit in his old age, as a tumblrina. he’d force Alberto to get it too, and Alberto wouldn’t exactly understand and just treat it like instagram/facebook, posting the “catch of the day” or what recent painting he’s finished. Course, Luca reblogs all his posts and tags it like “husband posting!!! ��️”

Alberto uses several nicknames for Luca (sweetheart/tesoro, spacey/spaziale, love/amore, dear/caro, etc.), Luca doesnt. Luca tried to, once, but Alberto shut it down, because he loves the way Luca says his name and doesn’t want it replaced with anything else

Alberto has mild dyslexia & severe dysgraphia (formed by trauma. Thanks, dad), and Luca will often read to him, help him write, etc.

Alberto is a hopeless romantic and absolutely spoils Luca rotten for any other man.

They go on dates. Like a lot. Especially ones at night, out to sea.

They were each others firsts, for everything. First friend, first lover, first kiss, etc.

Luca likes to jokingly call Alberto “Giralamo” just to keep him on his toes, until Alberto took the joke too far and legally changed his name to have it be is middle name

Ok that note, “What’s wrong with you, stupido?” And “Piacere, Giralamo Trombetta” become less personal/emotional phrases, and then into jokes that they use to embarrass eachother, before circling back to being really personal + emotional again

(Context: Italians have a tradition of embarrassing the hell out of your friends/family members at graduation) Alberto showed up to Luca (and Giulia’s!) graduation event in full drag + kissed him in front of. very. *very* many people.

During their teen years, Alberto would send Luca relatively-saucy photos of himself (like flexing + kissing his biceps. or shirtless mirror pics. that kind of stuff). worst part is, it would work + Luca would be flustered/enamored for the next week

Alberto tries out pickup lines & hits on Luca a *lot* and they’re mostly horrifically cringy, but Luca loves his dork boyfriend and blushes at them anyway

Luca writes love notes to Alberto, leaving them around in places he know’s he’ll find, and Alberto does the same, but with doodles and pictures

Luca repeats “Piacere, Giralamo Trombetta” to himself in Genova, along with the hand motions, as a stim. you cannot convince me otherwise

Alberto & Lorenzo formed a nephew-uncle relationship, and then Alberto started dating Luca. So that worked out

They cut and do each other’s hair instead of going to the barber because they’re both picky about their style and the hair-turning-into-fins thing just makes it a hassle

THEY ARE MASC 4 MASC. neither one is hypermasc, BUT THEY ARE STILL MASC NONETHELESS

This shouldn’t need to be said, but they help each other out with mental problems. Luca helps by loving Alberto through each and every one of his mistakes, by being patient & caring & giving constant praise & fighting back when he starts to get self deprecative. Luca helps Alberto build back his self esteem & will to self-preserve. Alberto helps Luca by supporting him when he gets paranoid about current events, or what might happen in the future, or what has happened in the past. Alberto helps calm him down and think rationally (surprising, for a guy like him), instead of fueling his anxieties

They are only “out” to a certain few, and a good number of those few don’t even live in Portorosso as adults. The rest just have to figure it out, and you think it would be easy, seeing two men living together with 3 pets, not a woman in sight, spotting the eccentricities beaming at you from miles away, but it’s not (until they get married, obv, but that’s much later on)

They both get SUUPER giddy over letters. Luca does a little hop-dance that’d make way more sense underwater, and Alberto kicks his legs so hard Massimo can hear it from 2 stories down

Fish-related ones

Luca (and his family) teaches Alberto seafolk culture (it doesn’t always work out, by he tries his best to get along & integrate)

Luca will 100% pull Alberto out of bed at 1 in the morning to swim far out to sea, past the island where Portorosso is just a line on the horizon, and look at the night sky without any light pollution affecting it. Sometimes Alberto complains, but most times he doesn’t because he sees how happy/awestruck Luca is and gets soft

Their favorite date spot is the Island, especially in that seaside cave that’s partially filled with water.

Last thing:

Both of their queer journeys fucking sucked. They were both difficult as shit. If you think being gay in 1900’s Italy was easy, you’re wrong. If you think realizing you’re in love with your best friend, who lives almost a hundred kilometers away, in a society without texting, or inexpensive out-of-town calls, with 75% of the population being Catholic, is easy? You’re wrong. (Not to mention the whole sea monster barricade & Alberto’s People-Pleaser issues!) Those boys would go through a lot just to come to terms with it, and then to confess, not only their sexuality but also their attraction? Bro. be real. It would be a goddamn miracle they got together in the first place, and then to stay that way for the rest of their lives? god

There are certainly more headcanons and ideas in my brain, but I still want *some* material for the queue, so this’ll be it. for now

#you should NOT have asked me this #asks #do i tag this?#i dont know #luberto #long post #inbox

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pan-fried-autism · 1 year

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The North Experiment Part 2: The interview

Characters: Swap!Grem Mewton, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer), Swap!M0u5e

Summary: After unpacking and setting up her stuff in the cabin, Grem pays a visit to a friend.

Two paw hands took a crumpled shirt out of a suitcase, and placed it on a bed. They deftly folded it up into a comfy little square before putting it into a drawer. With that, Grem-- the owner of the hands-- closed the now empty suitcase.

Grem put the suitcase in the corner of the cabins bedroom. It was a little small, and plainly decorated— there was a twin sized bed in the middle of the back wall, with a fuzzy quilt over the blanket, an end table with an old looking lamp, a clothing drawer with a large mirror above it, and a few dusty painting of fruits and flowers, topped off with a dangly little ceiling light (came with its own fan!).

M0u5e was flopped onto the bed, arms and legs splayed out while her ears flicked up and down delightedly. Her little tail flipped and wiggled around, if a bit robotically.

Grem took notice of this, and smirked a little. "Enjoying the bed?" she asked the little robot.

"It's very warm. And soft."

The cat chuckled. Adorable.

Grem left the room and walked out the door into the living area, taking a look around. The rest of the cabin was about as simple as a bedroom. A brown leathery couch sat against the wall near the bedroom door, with another, smaller quilt draped over the back. Above it was a painting depicting what Grem assumed was an importantish old man. In the corner of the area, across from the couch was a small table with a retro-looking TV and a VHS player. Between the two was a bookcase, containing VHS tapes and a couple of books. In the middle of the area was a low coffee table atop a rug (which stopped the wooden flooring from getting scratched).

Next to all of that was a little kitchen. The bathroom door was by the corner, and a little two seat table was between that and the bedroom door. The actual cooking area was against the other two walls, the connecting left and front wall. There was a beige, roundish fridge, a plasticky-looking microwave, a toaster, a kettle, and an oven, along with mahogany counters topped with granite.

It was, above all, a cozy place. Good idea to have rented this one.

Hmm.

Eh, might as well visit Nik now, Grem thought.

She went to the little coat rack and took her coat off one of the hooks, putting it in, and slipped on her boots. She took her mittens out of the pockets of the coat, and put em on over her paws. She ran back to her room and took out a pair of socks, getting out one and putting it over the stubby part of her shortened tail.

She turned to M0u5e, still flopped on the bed.

“Hey, M0u5e, I’m gonna go visit my friend Nikolai now. You’ll be fine here by yaself for a bit, right?”

“Yes, Dr. Mewton.”

“Hey, it’s a personal setting, ya don’t gotta call me Doctor here. Just Grem will do.”

“But isn’t this for an experiment?”

Grem went to say something, but then stopped. She shrugged after a couple seconds of thinking. “It’s a fun experiment.”

“Alright. See you soon, Grem.”

And with that, Grem exited the bedroom, along with the cabin altogether a few seconds later. Just to be safe, she locked the door before she left.

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

Man, how can Nikolai live in these conditions? Grem thought to herself. I know he’s like, dead, but it must get ACTUALLY cold to him sometimes.

Grementine was trekking through the snowy hills and small mountains, looking for her friends cave again. She had been here enough to have a general idea of where he lived, but it was still hard to see sometimes when the snow was blanketing down from the heavens.

Her arms with crossed across her chest, and she shivered here and there. Even with the layer of fluffy fur covering her body, Grem still got cold.

Finally, after about 5-10 minutes of walking (she couldn’t tell which), Grem came across a cavernous opening in one of the mountains. It was quite large, and lined with thick blue ice around the edges going into the cave. A large icicle hung from the top left corner, luckily not near Grem.

Grem approached the cave, somehow feeling even colder just from doing so. She peeked on the cave-- all ice walls and large stones, no Nik. Feeling a little awkward, she knocked her fist against the entrance of the cave as if it was a door. She stood still, eyes darting around, for a few seconds.

Until she heard something.

"Ahem."

The cat jumped, letting out a little 'merp' and turning arond quickly, before she breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing who it was: Nikolai.

Nik was a somewhat tall man (from Grem's perspective), and had a certain presence to him. He wore a large, tattered puffy winter coat that shrouded his face. All Grem could see most days was his chin and lower jaw. It was very pale in colour, some of it flaking away. He was kinda dead so it wasn;t too surprising, if a little disturbing at times.

"Oh, hey Nik!"

"Well, if it isn't Dr. Grementine Mewton. A self-made scientist, who no matter the sacrifice will go with it; if it interests her... What brings you to my realm... Doctor?" Nikolai greeted her, a little cold with a touch of warmth. He happened to catch a glance of Grem's tail, wagging around with the sock on it flopping about. He chuckled a bit. "... And with a sock on your tail, no less."

"Eh, it's cold out. Bite me, you." she quipped at him lightheartedly, following him into his cave. "I just wanted to talk with ya, update ya on my life. Maybe ask ya something."

Under the hood of the coat, one of Nikolai's eyebrows went up a little bit. "Very well. Talk with me, friend."

For a few minutes, Grem sat on the icy floor with Nikolai telling him about what was going on these days. He nodded at her new ideas for dangerous inventions, chuckled at the things that customers did at her work, and scoffed at Jack's newest attempts at "wooing" her.

"You know, Dr. Mewton," he added in, "I really could freeze that fool for you. It wouldn't take much effort."

She shrugged and waved it off. "Eh, don't worry about it. I told ya, I have plans for him."

Nikolai simply nodded, though with a slight look of concern on his face.

Grem repositioned herself in a better sitting position, before continuing. "Anyway, Nik, I was actually gonna ask ya something."

"And that would be..?"

Deep breath.

"Well... I'm staying up here the whole weekend... and I brought M0u5e with me."

"Your little robot assistant, if I remember correctly?"

"Yes sir. Ya see, I was wondering if... maybe you wanted to come over and meet him? If ya want to of course." She asked, nevrously muttering the last part.

Nikolai stopped for a second, and seemed to be thinking a bit.

“… I won’t be able to go inside.” he finally stated. “Any warmth will speed up the process of decay.”

“You can stand in the doorway if you want.”

Nikolai was silent again.

“Are you sure you want me over, Grementine?”

“Of course!” She exclaimed, right ear twitching a little. “M0u5e would love to meet you!”

“… Alright.” He agreed. “Would you like a specific time to meet up?”

A big grin appeared on Grems face, and she quickly got up, slipping a little before steadying herself. “Hmm…. How about this: it’s like, what? 2:30, 2:40 maybe? In two and a half hours, I’ll make supper and then come get ya.”

“I guess that could work.” Said Nikolai.

Grem started shaking her fists up and down, cleary excited. “God, I can’t WAIT to have ya over! You’re gonna love it.” She chirped. “I think I’ll go now. Thanks for talking!”

The lich smiled and waved goodbye to Grementine, who turned around and walked away.

The cat suddenly stopped, though, and turned around again, pointing at nikolai.

“Oh wait, one more thing before I go: in case I forget to come up, my cabin number is A-2! It’s with the smaller ones.” She announced to him.

Nikolai, though confused at first, smiled again. “Alright, thank you for telling me, Dr. Mewton.” He replied. “See you soon!”

And so, watched by two pairs of eyes, Grem began the journey back to her cabin, where M0u5e patiently awaited her.

#grem #dr grementine mewton #fanfiction #swap AU #swap!grem #swap!nikolai #swap!m0u5e #m0u5e #M0u5e Mewton #nikolai #Nikolai akdow #fiction #the North experiment

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swedennotfromsweden · 2 years

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The Story Behind Sweden (not the country)

So, I’ve always preferred cats over dogs. I didn’t really get why so many people were hyped up over puppies or big dogs or the like. I got a cat when I was eleven or so, a Ragdoll-Tuxedo called Salem (who is still alive and whiny to this day). But my sis got a Border Collie puppy last year called Kuiper (@dear-kuiper) a while after our old Collie (Luke) died. And for some reason, Kuiper made me really want my own dog. (The grooming process got me the most interested cause I’m a ho for cleaning.)

Even though I loved Australian Shepherds and Golden Retrievers are beautiful, I always had more intrigue towards Labrador Retrievers. I ended up studying all the useless stuff: like their history and their appearance and stuff like that (you know, things that don’t really matter if you have the dog. But it was still cool to study none-the-less and it isn’t totally useless). But I couldn’t get a dog until Kuiper was older, so I kinda fell out of studying it all. Occasionally I would learn more things but not usually.

A year after getting Kuiper, my dad and sis go out for a walk and notice a yellow Labrador Retriever puppy that escaped from his yard. Even though the road wasn’t busy (I believe) it still wasn’t exactly safe. So they guided him back inside where his two siblings and his mother was. My dad tried to call out to the owners to warn them about the fence but it didn’t seem like they were home. They ended up going back the next day, hoping to see the owners this time around, but they were still not present.

Around the third day, the dogs also just vanished.

At the end of that same week (I think it was the same week), a friend of my mom shares a picture from our local animal rescue of the mother and her three puppies. My sis, mom and I went to go see them in person and they were so incredibly friendly. Apparently, they’ve been locked outside without food for two weeks while the owners were out on vacation. Sadly, the mother wasn’t friendly toward cats so there was no way we could adopt her.

Since we came to visit the puppies pretty early, we at least got to give them all names. We called the mother Aurora, the white puppy Dustin and the female puppy Elle. The one puppy that truly stood out to me was a sickly, small golden Labrador who mostly kept to himself. Walking far away from his siblings or laying by himself in the corner of their big cage. I don’t really know why, but he really stood out to me.

That’s the puppy I called Sweden and we ended up adopting.

He was extremely quiet and sleepy and he couldn’t even make eye-contact with us. Unfortunately, I got the oh-so-wonderful puppy blues and it was hard for me to take care of him for the first few days. He ended up getting Kennel Cough his second day and then Parvo on his third or fourth day. He was in the hospital for two days before coming home. Once he was healed, he became a whole new dog. Excitable, playful, an actual puppy.

He took to training extremely well, learning five new tricks and preforming almost flawlessly on his first lesson. He learned to sleep on his own bed at night and would cuddle up to me when I was eating. He learned more and more and picked up on everything so quickly. He got along with Kuiper so well that he would get so happy whenever he entered the room. He had quite a few socialization experiences and has a deep bond with his vet.

I don’t know if this is a fate-type of thing or what, but since 2021 I got this strange want for a male yellow lab and here I am one year later with a male yellow lab.

#the story behind sweden (not the country)#labrador retriever #labrador #labrador mix #sweden the puppy #i can't link dear kuiper for some reason #dear-kuiper

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eclecticrecap · 1 month

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WHOSN DAMN DOG IS THAT

I was in a discord call, yet again, I talked about this with a newfound encouragement to sort of investigate this, I had some sort of intuition to go outside, so I did. I opened the door and immediately this dog jerked his head to me, he was standing by the car left behind, and I decided to kneel over and say "Come here!" and I'll never forget how he lowered his head whilst trotting excitedly over. Immediately he went to roll over on his back and just melted to someone petting him, I decided to give him water, gave him a soft blanket to lay on outside, and of course, the second I went inside, his howling continued until he wasn't alone. This dog refused to go, and well, it was freezing, so he was let inside and was ecstatic, and of course all he did really was sleep on the floor (much like me) in the comfort of a warm place to sleep. We had assumed he belonged to someone in the area, at first, however. It seemed nobody in such a small country town would claim him, but. Someone in particular had a microchip reader, and by closer look, she discovered he had front teeth missing, most likely an old dog. But he did have a microchip, it was last updated in 2016, and we were instructed to ask various shelters or vets about records. But it seemed this really didn't help to discover where he belonged, the shelter that did recognize his microchip said the information was outdated, and they couldn't reach anybody. He apparently was born around 2016, from what I remember. They didn't necessarily provide any other help, with just a log of his name being Cole, all they suggested after that was to just keep him at the shelter, but from my mother's judgement it wouldn't particularly do much. So they had tried to post about him, wondering if maybe the owners would see facebook posts, word of mouth, but after a while, they just met dead ends, with no other option but to just keep him.

This was a wild fucking change for me though, I had NEVER had a dog my entire life up until this point, my parents had more experience so that was probably the only thing that made him in good hands, but it took me a while to even adjust to hearing dog sounds, surprised to think I'm so desensitized from barking now when back then when I first heard Cole I was shocked. The worst of this was also the fact he at first didn't seem to know how to behave around cats, and had to get taught to not chase them, so the cats started to FUCKING HATE HIM, and flat out avoided going downstairs alltogether. But Cole in the end ended up being a really good boy, he's a chonky unit, had to be taught not to mess with cats, sometimes thinks too loud of a vehicle is going to threaten the property and will yell profanities. But he is a good boy to other things.

#He one time heard a really loud shaky truck and he lost his shit and growled at it as it drove by #not just that but he lost his shit at someone SIMPLY WALKING BY THE GATE

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777elizabet · 9 months

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Family Albums

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

1:31 PM

'Ruth looks over the widow's walk,upon the street there paces a young man. His anxious face glances up at her. She is a queen ,blue black hair piled upon her head,hazel eyes penetrate his. Ruth serves the masses ,she appears to know all.She waves her hand to summon him.

Her home looks upon the French quarter. It shimmers in the morning light,the marble facade imperious as it's owner .Ruth ,a creole,a quadroon,was the daughter of an enchantress,so they said. . .'

" What are you doing in New Orleans?" She asked, "we haven't been there enough to write anything about it?"

Kerrie rolled her eyes.

" It's something different" she replied to her mother. Kerrie had just read 'Skye Cameron',and wanted to be a mysterious Southern beauty or at least write about one.

She was 'cute', plump,blue eyed , bespectacled,and had dark brown hair, curly brown hair. She'd yet to discover her country,and the stark drama of the prairies.In her defence,she was also fourteen,the last time she was in Nova Scotia; her aunt took her to McD's ,for a burger and a milkshake ,rather than eat the lobsters that covered the sideboard. They winked at her,and waved. To eat something that greeted you, didn't seem right . One tried to escape,that was it ,burgers and milkshakes forever.

Kerrilyn was an avid reader and loved to write. Mills and Boon(Harlequin,in North America) fed her heart and soul for now. She read other genres,too,classics,fantasy and fiction,but at 14, romantic suspense was what she loved .It didn't matter that the heroines fell in two categories:

A) impoverished gentle woman,or B) sweet naive ingenue .

She didn't think she fit either, truth be told ,every fourteen year old was an ingenue. They may act tough,they may curse a lot,or never say boo to a ghost,but they were all ingenues.

'How many times have you been told to write what you know?' She rolled her eyes . What did she know? Nothing ,she thought,she lived in Canada!! All the interesting stories took place in other places and in other times. Saturday afternoons on tv,consisted of 'Stampede Wrestling's, ' Bugs Bunny',and get ready for it...'Hockey Night In Canada'!!! Two channels,CBC and CTV. Everyone else had cable! Her little sister watched cartoons at the neighbours. They had cable and a coloured tv.

Sometimes she babysat for her big sister,she liked that,the last time she stayed there they watched 'Gone With the Wind' and they introduced Lori to old movies. Kerry and Lori stayed with Violet ,when their Mom did a double shift and their big brother was out on the rigs.

Natalie smiled .

' Come with me l want to show you something'. Kerry left the typewriter and followed her Mom upstairs. She went into the storage room and pulled some books off the top shelf,behind them beneath a blanket of cat hair,there was a metal box. Her mom placed them on her bed.

' Sit down,let's take a look ,shall we.'

Her mom had two old Bibles and the metal box.From around her neck,she took a key and handed it to Kerry.

' Go on ,open it.' She took the key from her Mom,and opened the box.

'Wow!' behind the bills,receipts and warranties,was a bigger pocket filled with

Letters and photographs . A face that looked a little like hers,winked back.

' Who 's she?'

'That's Pax'.

'Who?'

'Her name is Pax, she's my aunt.'

'What's her real name?'

'Makepeace Mathilde Thackeray.'

'Really? 'Natalie laughed.'

'Really. My grandparents were Quakers and they named the girls for virtues and flowers.

'But what does Pax mean?'

'It's Latin for peace.'

'What?'

'Peace'

'Oh'.

'That's kind of cool.'

'She was kind of cool.

'How do you mean?'

'When she was a little older than you,she was learning to fly cropdusters with my grand dad .'

'Really? Wow!'

' Eventually she took her experience and flew supply planes in the second world war.

The picture ,Kerry held was of a round face,freckled girl with curly hair. She wore a flat cap ,a duster coat and Levis.She was leaning against her plane and smiling. Beside her stood a young guy the size of a Sherman tank who looked kind.She flipped the picture over and written on the back were the words " Pax and Spence,1940."

'Who was he?'

'My uncle.'

She thought about the difference between the couples from 'Gone with The Wind' and 'Skye Cameron'. The couple in the photo looked like they ...well liked each other. 'Scarlett and Rhett', didn't,nor did 'Skye and Justin.' How could these two actually liked each other,and be married?

' Uncle Spence used to come out and give her flying lessons,in return she helped him with his book keeping.What began as a simple act of bartering,became a friendship then after the war,they married '.

'Friendship!?'Knowing her daughter's current taste in books and movies,she was trying hard not to laugh.

'Friendship is a better way to begin a long-term relationship than initial sex appeal,trust me baby,you are more likely to have a 50 year marriage with a friend than a one night stand .'Natalie 's husband was out on the rigs ,with

their son. He was an engineer and he took his son out with him to train as a millright.

Most of the time, Natalie was on her own. With Jake and Greg on the rigs, Violet married with a new baby,Lori and Kerry were her last babies.Lori still liked to snuggle ,but Kerry needed a firmer hand. Kerry was funny,kind and a habitual procrastinator! It was time she met Pax!

Makepeace ,according to her mother,was a lot like Kerry.She wasn't a procrastinator ,but she was definitely bloody minded.Somewhere ,Natalie thought,Her mother would be smiling. Pax was her favourite sister .

So Natalie dug out the family records. Along with the Bible's and the random snaps,Natalie climbed up to the attic and brought down photo albums,baby and scrapbooks.

' Why do you have all this stuff?' Kerry asked eyeing all the stuff on her mother's bed.

' Beats the hell out of me ; I suppose, because after Grandma Iris moved into her smaller place,we had the room to store her things.' Momma replied.

'Wow, that's a lot of stuff...'

'Yes.'

' Do you look at it often?'

Natalie smiled.

' I do,especially when I'm missing the family.'

' Grandma Iris, was the family historian because she was the oldest girl.'

Kerry picked up a snap of her holding a baby. Iris was solid,she was wearing a floral dress and bouncing a baby. They were on the beach and behind them was a reddish brown cottage.In another photo ,her mom was wearing an orange and black Mini dress and a leather cap. Natalie looked like she stepped off the set of'

mod squad.' It was the early sixties and her mom was having an espresso. This woman was a far cry from 'the jeans and scrubs ' lady ,that sent her off to school each morning .

'Momma!'

Natalie looked at the photo,and smiled.

'I wasn't bad,was I?'

'Where was that?'

' Your Dad and I went to Los Angeles; He had an opportunity to work on a project in East Central,but we decided the benefits here ,gave us a better quality of life. So you might have been raised a valley girl.' She laughed .

' I wouldn't have minded that.'

' Yes but your dad and I would have had to pay a fortune for your cast,last year ,rather than having healthcare cover it.' Kerry looked at her wrist.

' I didn't know that,I thought everybody had healthcare.'

(Ingenue!)

'We came back to Canada,not only because of healthcare ,but because Alberta was going through a boom.' That went over her head ,thought Natalie, she's fourteen.She had yet to sit down and enjoy a lobster fresh off the boat.Fries were an essential food group .

' Daddy wasn't bad looking.' Natalie smiled.

'He's pretty good I suppose.'

'Who's this?'

A young fair haired lady looked up from sepia ,with a gentle smile and a look of hope.

'That is your Grandma Iris.'

That's Grandma!'

'Don't look so surprised,

Grandma was a looker and a very smart lady'.

' I wasn't surprised at that,I just don't remember ever seeing this picture before.'

' Some of the best stories are found in your own family,Kerrilyn. Where do you think Phyllis Whitney found inspiration for her first stories?'

' Your Grandma was a teacher, she started teaching at 16...'

' How does that happen?!'

'As far as I understand it ,some young women and men ,applied to a Teacher ' s college known then as

" Normal School". They trained on the job,Pax did the same thing until she began to train as a pilot. Your Grandma was teaching a group of kids ,just a little younger than herself,think you could do that?'

Kerrilyn was gobsmacked ,she had a hard enough time keeping her classes straight.

'Wow, how'd she do that?'

' By being a lot tougher than she looked. Your Grandma boarded away from home and came back to the farm only when she could afford to.

She lived either in an apartment above the school or she boarded with a family, nearby in the community . In Nova Scotia, some teachers rowed a boat to the school ,on the prairies they rode horses .

Imagine that,up at 4, she had to start the furnace ,gather the water and prepare for her classes...

'Okay ,okay ,Grandma made Scarlett look like a wimp,point taken...'

Natalie laughed and so did Kerrie eventually.

' What's for supper?'

' Supper?'

' Mom!'

' Kidding ... We' re having salmon and rice.'

Kerrie was about to protest ,then she thought about Pax , Grandma Iris and her mom ... Then she decided, tonight she would make peace with her fear of fish,she would eat every bite... But if it looks at her ,she'll live on bread and butter for the rest of her life.

Fini

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rhyske · 11 months

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oh my god, Belphie is such a sweetheart! I love the little black spot on his nose and it looks like he has eyeliner and that is too cute! oh so when i called him escape artist i wasn't too far of huh? haha

I have 3 cats and one was an accident. My mom wanted a ragdoll so we got Tex, and we also got Slinky (a black house cat) so she would have a friend. Then I found a grey stray in my village and I took him in and named him Totmes, my baby. the girls don't like him very much (eww boys!🤢). Totmes and Slinky love the balcony but especially Totmes, he'll be there all day in the sun and I worry the sun will melt his brain or something.

So far Mass Effect is all right but I think I've come to the conclusion that I like fantasy more than sci-fi but maybe I am wrong and I'll be obsessed with it in a minute. The romance options for ME1 are... not great but I am planning to romance Liara in the first one at least and see how it turns out and then I might pursue someone else when the options open up in the second game. My brother played femshep and romanced Garrus so I want to do something different than that even tho he's so cool. For roleplay purposes I'll have Garrus as more of a best friend character to my femshep.

that's how I approached it in dragon age too. Varric was Hawke's bestie and Fenris was OBVIOUSLY the romance option cause he's just that good imo. In inquisition, Dorian was Lavellan's best friend and Solas was her romance option because of the DramaTM.

I try to play my characters as separate from me so sometimes I choose the mean option and I'm just like I'M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO BE MEAN BUT SHE WOULD SAY THAT AAAA. Lavellan was pretty grumpy at the end... well the beginning too because she never wanted to be the inquisitor.

ANYWAY mass effect has been difficult because the full dialogue isn't really what i expect from the little text option. sometimes it feels like the choices doesn't matter? idk but i'll figure it out!

this is the first time I've properly played D&D so it's a bit of a learning experience for me! what did you use to play as? ^^ 💜

He's precious 🥰 Haha, yeah, no, literally half an hour after I responded to you I found the front door open and him nowhere to be found. He's safe, he realized we found out and came running back 😂

Does Totmes have a lot of brain cells? Could be they are actually melting. I joke that Belphie killed his last brain cell when, the first day we got him, he forgot cars have windows and tried jumping out, only to smack his head into the window. I love when cats kinda choose you as their owner and not the other way around 😆 Your cats sound so precious 💕

I definitely think ME1 is the weakest of all the games. I wasn't super invested in it my first time around (and it's still a bit more of a chore to get through whenever I replay), so I don't blame you there. Just hold out until ME2, it's the game that made me fall in love with the series. Yeah the romances...are very lacking in 1. They branch out so much in 2 and 3.

GASP YOU ARENT GONNA ROMANCE GARRUS??? As someone who is a rabid Shakarian fan and can't romance anyone but the dumb turian boy, I am obligated to say you are making a mistake 😂 But if Garrus didn't exist, I'd probably romance Liara so 😆 Thane is also a good contender, you'll meet him in 2 😏

Dorian was my Lavellan's BFF too! I always imagine one going to the other like "GIRL GUESS WHAT." Tali/Liara always end up being my Shep's BFF. I imagine them having girl nights and gossiping a lot 😆

I didn't like how Inquisition just....ignored your origin. Like, when you play as a Lavellan, you don't follow the Maker. You might not even know how most shemlan cities operate! And you want me to be your religious idol??? No thanks! But nothing is ever done about it and it's frustrating.

I always tend to play as if I was in the MC's shoes. And it's helped me learn a lot about myself, tbh. But I can't be mean to most characters cause it makes me feel bad 😭 Unless they deserve it.

Choices do matter (: You'll see your choices echo through the games, in what ways you can approach missions (Paragon vs Renegade) and how people remember you (if you were rude or polite). How much attention you put into your teammates is a big mechanic in 2, for example. It's hard to see how your choices change things until 2, since y'know, first game and all. Keep at it!

I played as an elf rogue my first, and only time, playing DnD. That was my first ever exposure to DnD, so I knew nothing. Now that I know a lot more, I wanna play again and really lean into the roleplay and the shenanigans. Who are you playing as? :D

#purple heart anon #sweetheart anon #asks #i answer #i talk

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spacegaynsfw · 2 years

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In light of your resent self discovery, I present to you an anecdote:

I was on a red eye from NY to FL, coming back home from a vacation. Not only is it night, I also tend to fall asleep in moving vehicles. Both because they give me the tired sleepy or to combat the motion sickness I get from time to time.

I’m fine at LaGuardia (and this was before it was renovated Nad COVID, so this is classic LaG, busted ceiling tiles, poodle sized rats, water damage and all) so even though my aunt tells me I should use the restroom before we board, I ignore her.

Anyway, seats are called, boarding happens, and I’m out before we even reach altitude.

A few things wake me up.

An announcement from the pilot, the ding of an indicator, and the need to pee. It’s not bad, but it’s there.

Now idk if the pressure changes in the sky can effect your sense of needing to go, but the closer we got to ground, the worse it got. Like full on, crossing and uncrossing my legs, wiggling in my seat, biting my lip, anything I could think of to NOT piss myself on this Boeing.

This lead to a secondary problem.

Sort of.

You see, in many people with a uterus, when the bladder expands, it can press against the internal structures of the clitoris, causing arousal.

I am one of those people.

I am also the unfortunate owner of a very leaky tap. My average discharge appears to be equivalent to what most others experience usually during arousal. So you can imagine what it’s like when I actually am horny.

I can and have leaked through my jeans before.

So now, I’m wiggling and desperate, doing everything I can to NOT piss myself, even as it feels like I already sort of did because I’m leaking like I’ve been edging (I mean I technically sort of was now that I think about it) and it’s making the need to go even worse. Like dipping someone’s hand in warm water while they sleep.

Finally. FINALLY! We make it to ground. But my aunt, —who I’m sitting next to, mind—doesn’t like trying to merge into the line to get off of the plane, and because of who I am as a person, I said I could hold it a bit longer. Even as I felt actual tears beginning to form in my eyes.

We finally make it off of that god damned flying death tube, and when I tell you I dropped my stuff and ran to the nearest toilet, not even checking the signs. I am dead serious. My aunt was actually starting to ask if I was okay when I bolted.

I was lucky, in a way, because cleaning had just finished the restroom I bolted into so there was no one else in there.

Which was good considering I had probably one of the best orgasms of my life in a restroom at Ft. Lauderdale International Airport at 12:30 in the morning.

I’m not usually loud, I still live with my mom and with three cats, any weird noises immediately gets the fuzzy bastards running to see what’s up. But I still moaned like I found fucking salvation in that tiny aluminum bathroom stall, legitimate tears were running down my cheeks as I came.

I was hunched over and shaking for the solid minute it took to actually pee, and because of angles, the stream was hitting my clit, topping the whole experience off with a sprinkle of overstim.

I sat there shaking for a few seconds once my bladder was actually empty, trying to get enough of my brain back online to seem less like I came in the bathroom hard enough to consider converting, and more like I was angry at being awake at that hour and not at home.

I had to spend some extra time at the sink to clean up my face, also my legs were still a little wobbly from orgasm so I needed help standing.

I’ve tried to hold it like that again on my own, not often, cause that could actually do some damage, but I don’t have the self control to hold it until it’s that bad again.

Still! Holding it while jerking it is a fun challenge, and it makes the orgasms feel, the best word I have is tighter, but that doesn’t make a whole lotta sense does it.

- @sticky-note

EKFKSNDKSBDKSJSJA NOTE PLEASE

first of all that’s hot as hell but also I am sorry that this occurred on a plane/in an airport because that sounds like a version of hell for me DIFJDBDJSK

But YES yes exactly with the whole pressing against the internal parts of the clit like that’s the whole thing. And good sweet Jesus god the relief and the whole ?? Yeah. YEAH man jeez. N tbh I know exactly what you mean by tighter for whatever it’s worth ??? It’s just. There’s more going on. Idk fjdbsnsk

But yeah holding when you don’t have “legitimate” constraints is a lot harder than when you do (for instance if I was in my truck for work I could hold it 80000x longer than I can just chilling in my apartment, bc my brain knows there’s no free pass by way of going to the bathroom in the truck, but my bathroom in my apartment is 3 steps away at all times) but lemme tell you when you have someone telling you whether or not you have permission to go that is also another thing 🥴

(But yeah obviously don’t go ham on this because your poor pelvic floor muscles will seek revenge in the future, although I would say you’re probably not in danger with recreational holding every now and then. The types of folks who usually experience symptoms with that are like…… truck drivers who drink a fuckload of energy drinks and then have to hold it for EVER because truck.)

#tori answers questions #max answers questions #anonymous #sticky-note

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Hi Sashi!!!! I've finally worked up the courage to request for your event haha

If it's no trouble, could I possibly request an nsfw with Kisuke x a female reader with the 'finding shelter' prompt in a Modern AU please?

If not, that is perfectly okay! Thank you, have a wonderful day/night🖤

Hii baby! of course! I give it a twist to the prompt so I hope you don't mind me experimenting with something a bit dif! Please enjoy and sorry about how this turned out to be long as f 😂 thank u for requesting! 🌙

ㅤ 🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Urahara Kisuke x F! Reader ~ Seeking Shelter

tw: Ok, sorry to spoil the story but this is important to be adress; the city suffers an earthquake and several aftershocks after the initial one. Everybody is alright. I know this is a sensitive topic, I was born in one the most sismic places in europe so I kinda experienced this situations a lot of times. So please if this is triggering for you, do not read. if you ask yourself why I wrote 119 instead of 911 it is because 911 in Japan is 119

tw 2: NSFW. Shameless sex with the owner shop after he comforted you. Vag, oral, fingering. Modern AU.

wc: 5.6K (Posted also in AO3 so it's easier to read)

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It’s been a long time since I have loved. I moved looking for adventures to the other side of the world.

You came unexpectedly like an earthquake, shaking my life…

You protected me from the danger. While I thought the walls were crashing around me, the ones that really did were my heart’s...

The new shop that had opened no more than a month ago seemed -as always- lonely. You wondered why there weren’t many clients and thought maybe it was about the store to be newly open. In any case you never had the need to visit them until that same night.

The last hours of a stressful day were encountering you tired but always with a smile on your face. You took a look at the shop right across the street before opening your door and then entered to be received by your cat, Momo. He was meowing out loud, more than normally, taking you by surprise.

“What’s going on, baby? Are you hungry?” you asked him as you walked inside to discover his plate had no food left. “Oh, you ate a lot, huh?”. You walked up to the cabinet where your kitty cat has its stuff to realize he had run out of food. “Ah shit, I completely forgot, Momo!”.

You were already thinking about opening a tuna can from yours to feed him, after all it was your fault and he deserved a treat occasionally, until you remembered that thankfully, like a saving star, the new store in front of your apartment was still open when no other was. “Momo, I will buy your food in a second! Let’s go” you chimed, grabbing your keys, and waiting for him to follow you. He was trained to accompany you, and it was not a big deal since you only had to cross the street. Your cat meowed sadly, hating probably on that store. He loves tuna over the rest of things and that place took the opportunity out of him, but he was still up for the small adventure of meeting a new store.

You retouched your lipstick. That day you felt adventurous and chose a bold red colour for them. “Life is pretty boring”, you thought. “Maybe a little colour would spice things up”

The air felt heavy, it wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold either. Above you the moon shined peacefully, and some of your neighbours’ cars were already parked outside. You look at each side of the street before crossing and right before entering the store, a classic Japanese one, you put Momo over your shoulder. “Just in case they have a dog, you know?” you told him, to which he responded purring his head against your temple.

“Hello? Is it still open?” you entered bowing, respectfully due to the late hours. There was nobody around, and it didn’t seem weird for you at first, cause normally the owners are usually in their houses at the back doing stuff when their stores aren’t busy. You took a look around, everything was in its place, and you even found your favourite candy, “Chappy the Bunny gummies”. You giggled and told Momo if he wanted some.

“Meow ~” a black cat greeted you first, jumping gracefully from behind to the counter, causing Momo to stiffen up over your shoulder. You thought it was weird, because Momo was in fact a pretty sociable pet, but maybe he just got scared. “Hi, kitty! What’s your name? Are you the manager here?” you joked, patting its tiny head.

“Hi! Welcome!” a man’s voice caught you by surprise. You looked towards him, a big smile and golden locks sprouting from under a green and white striped bucket hat. You weren’t able to see his eyes completely, something that made you a little nervous. “Yoruichi is my manager, yes. I’m Urahara Kisuke! Nice to meet you! What were you looking for?” he chimed, so charmfully that despite the fact it was the first time you met this man you felt as if you had known him from another reality.

“Hi, I’m (Name). I was wondering if you had some cat food. Any brand would do. This kitty ate it all and we ran out of it” you told him, earning a bump on your head by Momo who apparently wasn’t gonna eat “any” brand. “Hi, Kitty. You ate it all, huh? I don’t sell cat food, but my manager here would spare some for him, right Yoruichi-san?”.

You felt terrible, you wouldn’t like to take food from other animals. “Oh, it’s ok! I can give him a tuna can until tomorrow, it’s ok!” you instantly told him. Momo meowed happily but the black cat came closer to Urahara, grazing his body against him in a beautiful way, showing conformity to his request. “See? Yourichi-san is ok with it!!”

Momo fixed his feline gaze on his counterpart, and you could swear he was spitting insults at the black cat, but as long as he didn’t dare to move from your side, Youruichi was safe from any possible attack related to the tuna situation.

“Here” Kisuke handed you a little bag with the cat food. “Thank you, sir, how much is it?” you asked, reaching for the little purse hanging from the keys. He tilted his head to the side, “how… much? It’s a gift from us! Though, I have a special request in return” he said, pointing at you with a hand fan and then blowing his golden locks slightly off his face.

You couldn’t resist the urge to take a subtle peek under his hat to see his eyes. You were able to see one of his steel grey eyes and despite him looking friendly and funny you could swear deep inside his iris there was a hint of mystery… and perhaps roughness and madness, you know, like the mad hatter.

You swallowed; his vibe was at best confusing. Or maybe it was just your imagination… “Please, tell me your request” you proceed to speak, curious and a little scared. What does this man could ask in return for a little bag of cat food after all?

“I’d like you to tell me which food does your little kitty eat, that way I can sell it to you every time you need it” he chimed gracefully, earning a sigh of relief from you. “Sure, sir Urahara-san” you mumbled, petting Momo in the head.

The ambience suddenly felt heavy for some seconds, it wasn’t exactly hot, but you could sense something slightly oppressive in the air around you. He did the same and your eyes met for a brief second. None of you spoke, but both clearly understood there was something weird going on. Momo and Yoruichi suddenly jumped off their places into the floor of the shop.

“Momo?!” you asked, because even if the heavy atmosphere was gone by then it wasn’t usual that Momo would act so weird all of a sudden. You thought he was going to pick a fight with Urahara’s cat, but it wasn’t the case. Both of them looked and meowed at the both of you and ran to the back of the store.

Urahara walked after the cats, telling you to follow him. The felines -now friends- ran to hide under some boxes of who knows what at the storage. “Momo?! What’s going on? Get out! You are messing up Urahara-san's inventory!” you scolded your pet, feeling ashamed. First you took food from his cat and now your cat is creating a ruckus in the back of that man’s store.

But Kisuke laughed, he seemed really carefree about the situation, but deep inside his eyes were scanning the place just to find the disturbance that could have been causing the cats to suddenly run away and seek shelter. And in fact, the kitties were right… a huge danger was coming closer to you. Animals are known to sense vibrations that for humans go unnoticed and you soon understood that they were absolutely right in hiding…

The earthquake early warning alarm went off right 20 seconds before the first shake occurred under your feet. Kisuke’s phone and the store radio rang announcing strong tremors to be felt near your zone and how you must be prepared for it. You widen your eyes, looking outside a little window at your apartment sure you shouldn’t go back there even if all your stuff would become dust.

At first, the ground shaked almost imperceptibly, but a few seconds later the whole place began to move from side to side. The earth was trembling, and that was definitely the earthquake hitting your area. You lose balance, but the man wearing a green haori and a bucket hat saved you from falling. “Careful, (Name)-chan” he said, smiling beautifully as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Careful, follow me…” he sweetly and calmly told you, and stumbling you both walked together to some stairs that would take you to a little basement. He held you up in his arms and put you inside the little door that would lead to there, and then he entered. “Youruichi-san, Momo-kun ❤ ~?” He called the cats, who flashed their green and yellow eyes showing him they won’t be moving from where they were. “Very well, stay there then!” he said and much to your desperation he closed the little door over your heads.

You protested. “Momo!! Why? Why is he outside?!!”

“Calm down Miss, they are cats! They will be safer than us! I even left the bag of food open so they will be fine! Don’t worry!” He told you, placing his hands over your shoulder to calm you down even though the ground beneath your feet was shaking, intensely and never endlessly. Some cans fell from stands that were covering the walls of the basement and you noticed there was also a bed and some blankets there.

Yet, your eyes were blurred by tears that were flooding your lids. You were scared. It was your first earthquake since you have moved to Japan, and you have never experienced something like that. But you, nevertheless, felt safe. Safe in the arms of a store manager that you had just met. “Sir… is this?” you asked, trembling, grabbing the sides of his green haori. “An earthquake, (Name)-chan. Don’t panic, we will be safe here. I do use this place as a shelter for stuff like this” he informed you with the softest tone, bringing you closer to his chest. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in those arms, as if for some reason you knew that man from past lives.

You suddenly heard loud crashes, sounds you would attribute to structures falling, walls crashing down or who knows what. But you were safe, and aside from the initial panic nothing has hurt you, nor him. Urahara quickly took his phone to check on the security cameras from the place and outside as soon as the initial trembling had passed. Smoke all around didn’t let him see clearly, but he did see that Yoruichi and Momo were sitting outside the store looking perplexed at what was happening to the building.

“The kitties are alright, see? told you!” he said, smiling and showing you the screen. Screen that soon turned black as the electrical power and perhaps the CCTV cameras were damaged from the debris. You breathed alleviate. Nothing mattered the most than Momo and of course his new friend, Yoruichi. The buildings could crumble but as long as you had your only companion in this lonely life, you were happy.

But now, there was another problem… The basement door was completely stuck, and it was almost impossible to open. “We are stuck here, Urahara-san!” you screamed in horror. “Don’t fear, let me try… probably something heavy fell over it, but we will manage to opeeeeen…. thee- fucki- door” he finished, pushing the door up with no success.

“Well, yes. We are stuck. How unfortunate…” he mumbled, trying to keep his cool not to scare you. You sat over the little cot that was taking over half of the space of the basement. Basement that in fact saved your life, probably.

He sat crossing his legs on the ground facing you. Kisuke didn’t speak for a few minutes, and you could see him think about something intensely. You, that really needed to know what to do next, regretted the moment you got out of the house without your phone because “it’s just a second, we cross the street and we come back”.

But you won’t come back, at least for a couple of hours… or even more. You were unaware of the damages outside and how busy the emergency systems must be by now. Plus, you were safe, who knew how many people might need help before you. And that was stated by Kisuke soon after he realized he had been in silence for a long time now.

“So, my phone shows we are still at risk of aftershocks. I can quite access any website, Wi-Fi and power is gone. The phone service too. Do you have your phone to check if you have a signal?” he asked, making you feel like an idiot because you didn’t have any phone with you.

You blinked and took your hands to your temples. “I- I didn’t bring my phone with me… I’m a fucking idiot”. Urahara tilted his head, “an idiot you say? Why? is not that you could predict an earthquake after all”.

You couldn’t understand why and how that man could be so calm and had always the right words to tell, but you were grateful to be in this situation with someone like him… though the mystery behind his eyes was still haunting you, after all he was just a stranger to you.

“Thanks, Urahara-san. You have saved me with your quick reactions, I will be in debt for this forever” you admit, because it was true. You had frozen the very moment the alarms went off. You weren’t in the slightest used to that type of emergencies, not at least where you were from. “You are welcome, darling. Would you like some tea?” he offered you, as he stood up and brushed his wrinkly clothes off imaginary crumbles.

“Tea?” you asked, where the hell would he be getting tea in a basement? “Uhum, plain green or peach flavoured? I bet you like peaches, your cat is called Momo!”. The blonde man reached for one of the boxes scattered on the floor and took two bottles of iced -well not that cold- tea.

You couldn’t help but giggle. That man had everything ready for this? Was he some kind of psychic? “I love peaches, indeed” you said, stretching your arm to grab the bottle he was passing to you. He gifted you a sweet smile, and the shadow from his bucket hat made his eyes look dark… dark, intense, sexy. But somehow… dangerous.

“It’s just a shadow” you shook your head, easing the warning signals your mind wouldn’t stop emitting.

During the following half an hour he asked about when you had moved to Japan and what you were doing there. You gave him brief information about your life that he took it with a smiling countenance. He also told you that he had left his old work to become a freelance researcher and had to open the store to sustain his investigations. Though, he never told you what those “investigations” were based on. He also told you he wasn’t living alone there. His friend and his two kids were fortunately out of the country during those days. “They took a trip to Hawaii; can you believe it? And me, here, vibrating with the ground” he joked, as careless as possible.

The time passed and even if you were expecting his phone to warn you about new tremors, it didn’t. And because it didn’t work, the next aftershock took you by total surprise. It was even stronger than the initial earthquake and you felt dizzy and scared once again.

“God damn, this is a never-ending shit, isn’t it?” he said, holding you in his arms. And you couldn’t say no, you just felt safer around his embrace for the endless two minutes the trembling lasted. This time even the emergency lights flickered, and you could hear how stuff fell over the door of the basement making it more impossible to lift than before.

You stayed kneeling on the ground with him hugging you despite the aftershock had stopped. He didn’t have a problem keeping the hug, but the moment he attempted to loosen the grip you tighten your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry Sir, but… can I stay like this a little longer?”. He nodded and pushed you closer once again.

You don’t know how many more minutes you stayed like this, but you enjoyed every single moment of it. A subtle manly scent filled your senses as your cheek was pressed against his chest. The green kimono, loosen and wrinkly opened opportunely allowing you to take a subtle look from his prominent collar bones to his belly. And it’s not that you would think of sex during an earthquake, but you would lie if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.

And Kisuke knew, and he wasn’t mad in the slightest, because he wanted you as much as you did want him. But the reality of what was going on hit you soon and it wasn’t time to think about this like a plot for a porno. He cleared his throat as you two parted away. You fixed your eyes on the ground and numbed knees, your cheeks were burning, and you could swear you were blushing like in those anime you watch.

“I’m gonna try to call 119, ok?” he said, tucking a tuft of loose hair behind your ear. “Y-yes…” you mumbled, softly grazing the same place his thumb caressed a second before. But he didn’t have any luck. The lines had collapsed, and his phone informed he had less than 15% of battery. “Shit…” he protested, pressing his hat against his head and face.

And then, the emergency lights started blinking and beeping sounding nonstop.

He didn’t let his annoyance get to him and forced his good mood to return quickly after he remembered you were there next to him. “Listen it’s almost 2 am, the lights turn off automatically at 2:10 to save energy so it's gonna be dark in here until 6 am. What about getting some sleep?” he told you, pointing to the cot behind you.

You sat on the cot and untied your shoelaces quickly before the lights went off, feeling terrible as you were going to use the only bed available. “Urahara-san, take this” you said, giving him the little pillow and covers to him. “You shouldn’t sleep on the floor in your own place, but at least use this”.

You frowned, you weren’t annoyed, but it took you by surprise. “Uh… there? the two of us?” you asked, stuttering.

“No, silly. You. I will sleep on the floor, don’t worry” he laughed, and you wanted to bury your head inside the centre of the earth.

“Thank you, (Name)-chan. But call me Kisuke, please. We are going to be stuck in here for a long time, might as well get comfortable with my name” he told you, fixing the futon on the floor, right next to the cot. “I hope you don’t mind me sleeping closer to you, it’s just that the racks there are prone to falling and I don’t want to wake up with a huge bump on my head” he giggled, resting his back on the floor.

You smiled subtly, taking a look at his fine, handsome features and the messy beard on his chin. He had taken off his hat finally, and despite the flickering lights you were able to see his facade perfectly. “No problem Urahara-san…I mean, Kisuke! Please, wake me up if you need something from me” you told him, soon realizing the weight of those words, covering your mouth as the lights finally turned off.

You couldn’t sleep for at least half an hour more. “I should connect my tongue to my brain… those words sounded so badly” you thought, until the exhaustion of the terrible situation hit your body and your eyelids finally closed. You drifted into a reverie land, something similar to heaven. A strange society where people would wear black kimonos and swords. Kisuke was there too, funny enough he was “a captain” in that society. Dreams are said to be a place of wonders but that simply amazed you by the number of details your mind had created.

Soon that society started trembling, and you realized it wasn’t your dreams but the real world. This time even harder than before, the cot legs closed, and you fell into the floor hitting your back against it. You opened your eyes, scared as hell and almost shouting, but loving arms wrapped around you in a supportive embrace.

“Kisuke…” you whispered, nuzzling into what you think was the crook of his neck, because the lights were still off. “Don’t worry it’s just another tremor. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, with his chin over the crown of your head and his hand going up and down your back while the trembling motions would still go on and on.

You sniffled. “I’m ok. I got sc-scared” you mumbled, containing tears, because you were frankly fed up with that torture. “I’m glad you are safe, (Name)” he sighed, placing a peck on your head.

You widened your eyes, because he had just kissed you… and you weren’t mad, you wanted it so bad… you really wanted it. “Don’t cry, ok? It will be over in a couple of hours, I’m sure. Please try to relax” he said, brushing your hair back as he felt his neck damped with your salty tears.

Would it be that bad if you dared to kiss his neck? just a kiss, a peck, just placing your lips over his skin. Would it really be that bad, that indecent to do so during a moment like this? with a man you just knew but that had saved your life?

And you did, despite any moral rules.

Your lips barely grazed his skin. And you could feel him stiffen up. But he didn’t push you away. And then again, another peck, this time with clear intentions of kissing him. Another one came after the second one, this time subtly touching his skin with the tip of your tongue, leaving a wet spot.

Kisuke sighed, realizing a building up tension inside his own soul. He was burning already, and you turned the fire on with just a simple action. “(Name)-san?... are you-?” he asked, pushing you a little off himself, faces only illuminated by a little standby red light from the emergency lights.

You couldn’t pronounce any words, but you could surely express your intentions with actions. You crawled up to face him. Lips close, oh so close. Both could feel the warmth of your breaths on them. “Should I kiss you now, (Name)?” he asked, despite knowing the answer already. “Uhum…”.

Your lips met, sealing in a kiss that went from simply grazing mouths to passionate tongue dancing. He softly grunted as you made out, striping a moan from you when his hands went straight to squeeze your hips. Your bodies pressed, eliminating any opening in between them. Close, so close. Hard and wet, both sexes were. Throbbing, needy, stress to be released choosing sex to do so during such adverse situation. The world seemed to be caving in around you, but you were safe in the arms of a man you just met, but you felt your souls were already connected from before.

Kisuke slowly but surely guided you to be on top of him, pure darkness, everything you felt was based on the rest of your senses. Your hand rested on his chest. He felt warm on your palms and the tips of your fingers. Tips that traced a path from his jaw to his belly, slowly, delicately, teasing him… You humped slowly over his growing hardness, you felt him harder each second it passed, and your panties became wet as his tip would caress just the right point.

“Benihime” he moaned, pulling you from your arms to meet his mouth, needy oh so needy. “Benihime, my crimson princess… those red lips” he whined before attacking your mouth once again. You moved your hips back and forth, this time harder, ripping from his throat a guttural grunt. And he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed your wrists and in a quick, violent motion you were then pinned against the floor.

Kisuke lifted your shirt, he was so desperate for you he didn’t even bother to take it all off. He just wanted to bury himself in between your breasts. And he did, kissing, nuzzling, even licking each and every patch of skin around your lingerie. He passed his arms under you, searching for the clasp of your bra to free you from the clothing jail.

Once you were completely exposed to him, even if the subtle led light of the emergency lights were the only source of illumination he didn’t care and he didn’t need to see to enjoy your hard sensitive nipples. He sucked, he licked, he even nibbled on them. “Why is it that you are so delicious, princess? your skin smells and tastes so good” he said in between sucking and taking gasps of air to continue with the sweet torturing stimulation.

You passed your fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs off his face, unable to see but eager to feel his features. Only one of his eyes under the shadow influence of the darkness was visible for you, the red glare of the standby light would reflect on his steel irises turning him into something similar to a demon. A demon that couldn’t stop devouring you.

Kisuke’s hands squeezed your breasts once he decided it was time to occupy his mouth in other parts of your anatomy. He let a trail of kisses from your chest down your belly, pulling your pants off with just his teeth. “Now, let me… let me take you to heaven” he mumbled, breathing closely to your wet core.

You squirmed and bit your own forearm to muffle a loud moan wanting to escape your lips. “I wanna hear you sing for me, princess… don’t cover your mouth” he ordered as the first finger penetrated your entrance. He pumped it up and down several times to get it wet enough for you to taste it yourself. “Taste yourself, aren’t you delicious?” he said, taking his finger to your mouth and making you suck it all.

He shivered, the way you suck the whole finger made him want to stick his dick inside your mouth and fuck it until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he resisted the urge to do so, because that moment was just for you, and he wanted to have a full course meal with your core.

His tongue attacked your spread labia, his fingers held you open. He went up and down, circles around your clit, sucking and slurping your increasing honeys without spilling a single drop of them. You arched your back; sure this was the first time a man was matching the pleasure your own fingers only knew how to give.

Urahara pressed your belly down, as his tongue was joined by a beckoning motion of his fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but moan louder, pulling from his ashy blonde hair as climax would soon hit your body. “Come for me, (Name)-san” he encouraged you right at the verge of exploding. And you did, to a body completely surrendered to him, trembling, repeating his name…

“Kisuke…”

You realized the releasing pressure of your orgasm damped the whole place around you and even his forearm. And he was satisfied, but not completely. It was time for him to have a reward, and you didn’t hesitate in pulling him closer.

“Princess, you are eager for more, don’t you?” he asked, while you, drunk on passion, untied the kimono that was barely covering his body. “I want more, Kisuke. I want more from you” you pleaded, sitting on the floor, and kissing his hip bones as he remained kneeling near you.

“And I’ll be pleased to give it to you” he chimed, pushing you back to the floor. You spread your legs, erroneously thinking he was going to fuck you in a classic missionary position. Oh but, Urahara Kisuke is anything but classic and so it shows. “Turn around, my dear (Name)-san” he ordered, helping you with his hands around your hips.

You waited for further instructions with your belly against a wet patch of your own last orgasm. He pulled your hips up but pressed your head against the floor. “Just ass up, you will like this”. Of course, you did, you wanted him to fuck you in any possible way.

You felt him place behind you, his left leg on the side of your hip, the other with his knee on the ground. He dragged his thumb up and down, from your entrance to the perineum and from there to your rear. “I’m kinda trying to decide where to fuck you first” he told you, passing his palm from the small of your back up your spine. You shivered. His soft, lustful voice could have been enough to drag you to hell and heaven.

Next step was using the throbbing, dripping tip of his dick to graze your entrances as he lubricated them mixing his own squirt with yours. Up and down, sometimes sloppily barely entering. You moved your ass against him, wagging your hips as if you were some kind of kitty cat. You needed him to already be inside you. “You want me? huh? princess?” he asked as he aligned himself with your entrance.

“Yes, Urahara-san… I want you”

“Then fuck me, go ahead” he said, inviting you to move. Order you didn’t even need to hear because you instantly pressed yourself against him. As you did, you felt your walls being stretched with him filling you up so good. You remained for a couple of seconds still, allowing your core to satisfy its need of being full by his hard shaft.

He couldn’t resist himself being still for a single moment more and so he started moving in and out of you. “Ugh, so tight” he grunted with his teeth clenched. You, at this moment, could only allow him to destroy your insides, mind blank, only focused on pleasure. He went on and on and on, making your legs tremble and hips weak.

“Getting tired, huh?” he asked and quickly with a hand around your belly he pulled you up and sat back with you still attached to him. You ended up sitting backwards on him, feeling him penetrating you even deeper than before. His teeth carved marks on your shoulder and back as his hips would move up and down, in and out of you and sometimes around.

Your body humped at his hammering motion, your breasts being squeezed by his hands, his tongue licking the trails of sweat on your back, your nails carved on his inner thighs at each side of yours.

Kisuke and you lasted long until the lights turned on again, showing each other's lustful tinted faces as who knows what number of orgasms were hitting you. “Good girl, sing for me one last time” he moaned, with his lips pressed on your cheek while his hand turned your face to the side to see you better.

“Yes… K-Kisuke… I-” you moaned, only able to pronounce such incoherencies because your body was bursting once again. You clenched around him, once, twice, milking his dick with your own core walls. He let himself go when he was sure you finished, bathing your insides with a so needy warm release. “Princess…” he sighed; forehead pressed against your shoulder. Bodies covered in sweat as the little basement was nothing but fresh.

Reality soon hits you both, but you didn’t care, and remained there attached to the other for a good amount of time. None of you dared to speak, until he helped you stand up to trembling, spasming legs.

“Well, this was certainly unexpected” he said, scratching his nape. “It certainly was, Urahara-san” you mumbled, smiling shyly. “I know we are still trapped here, but… would you join me a little longer in “bed”?” he said, extending his arm towards you. You took it with no hesitation and snuggled next to him. What could go wrong? either way nobody knew you were still down there… Your eyelids and his felt heavier and heavier until both fell asleep in cuddling.

…..

“Are you alright, miss? Sir?!!” “Meow, meow” “Are they naked? What the fuck?”

You sloppily opened your eyes watching people dressed in orange reflective vests take a look through the door of the basement. Momo and Yourichi were already next to you licking your face. “The hell…?” you mumbled. Kisuke pressed his body against yours grumbling because of the noises that were disturbing his sleep.

“KISUKE… THEY ARE HERE TO RESCUE US…!!!”

“Ah… just five more minutes Tessai…”

“It’s not Tessai, Urahara-san… it’s the firefighters”

Turns out that Momo and Yoruichi were intelligent enough to bring rescuers to the shop. The place wasn’t that damaged, and the door was just stuck because a huge rack had fallen over it and not a million debris as you thought.

“Huh, so it was just the rack? Oh, I knew, but still couldn’t opened it”

“But Sir, you had another exit on the other side, see? Behind that rack there” a firefighter pointed out the same rack he told you could fall during your sleep.

“Shut the hell up…” he grunted at him, while you widened your eyes and gawked at the realization of you didn’t wanting to see the door there, just in front of your eyes…

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A Furry Predicament, but reversed (Reader turns into a cat)? Pretty please with a sweet lil cherry on top? (I recently stumbled across your blog and may I just say that I absolutely adore your works??) Thank youu and take care~~

A Furrier Predicatment [Genshin x Cat!Reader]

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Synopsis: It's your turn to be a cat after this incident.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): Ah you did OwO that's very sweet of you. It's alot of fun to write, especially when your imagination is stunted and you just gotta spit out something silly.

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[Diluc]

Any beloved pet owned by Master Diluc would be under the most high quality and meticulous treatement. Mostly for cats since they tend to be calm while elegant...to some extent. If they were dogs then he'll ensure that they also serve as a partner for sniffing out trouble such as a certain bard who'd might've sneaked into the wine cellars. But you weren't either, so to say, you were both a beloved AND a cat.

As he picks you up gently into his arms, Diluc would be a little baffled on what to do next. He has no idea how to care for delicate creatures as he never had one (other than a pet tortoise but that's different) in which he needed to look for help. But who? The staff? Certainly not, no one can find out that his partner turned into a pet (imagine all the scandals he'll be in). Jean? Anything but the knights of Favonius. And most certainly not his brother.

So Diluc ends up figuring everything out by himself (old habits die hard). All the sweets and regular meals you craved were no long in your menu, you were forced to have a proper cat diet because he believed it was healthier. Half of the time he has no idea what he's doing, since you were a cat and all you could do was "meow" (which Diluc forgets. He tries to have a mundane conversation until you stare at him with feline eyes. That was when he remembered).

"What would you like for tonight's dinner, my love?"

"Meow." He has alot to learn.

Though Master Diluc often gets very tired and he attempts to take a quick nap before killing himself over the next set of duties. That is, until you could help it. Being a cat has it's furry and comfy advantages. So you leapt up to the bed as quietly as possible and onto the side of your lover, circling a few times to see if he was really asleep. When he was you snuggled close to keep him warm, hoping it would lull him into a rest even deeper. He slept like a baby.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

If the Cavalry Capatain were to own a pet, they would either be charmed by him or snaring their teeth because of his unreadable and suspicious aura. Animal instincts are quite powerful. But your case wasn't the latter, thankfully and he could feel himself growing fond of this new found relationship. Almost. What should he do with you now that you're a cat, Kaeya wonders.

Belly rubs and a lot of them. He absolutely adores the way your cute little nose scrunches up while he runs his fingers on the center of your tummy (though he knows when to stop, Kaeya is rather gentle with you nowadays). You found that he absolutely adores the shape of your nose, would pick you up and boop yours with his own somehow knows how to be his flirty self despite your unusual form.

There was this one incident where you saw something shiny flashing over the wall. Slowly you followed it as the bright dot moved futher and further away, evetually gaining speed. Little did you know it was Kaeya who was watching you swipe your little paws up and down against the wall while he was just cleaning his sword. How could he help it? You were often so headstrong and independent, now you were just an adorable little kitten that loves to play with yarn and shiny things. It backfired him though, now there were a bunch of scratchmarks marring the surfaces (which he had to pay for repairs).

Takes you out to Windrise so that you could get some fresh air (also for you to find somewhere else to shed your fur other than his humble abode). Kaeya sits back under a tree while you either chase a butterfly or start slapping against the dandelions (only sneeze when they fly into your face). He wasn't sure if you were aware of what you were doing right now, if you were then he'll have lots of things to talk about once you turn back into human. If not, then at least he had the opportunity to witness such a soft side coming from you.

~xx~

[Xiao]

If any animal were to go close towards the adeptus, they would run away. Xiao isn't very good at interacting with others, pets included, usually they would run into the alleyway or hide around the legs of their owners while he glaringly, blankly stares at them (Even though he wouldn't admit it, Xiao thinks to himself, how soft is cat fur?) Now he gets to touch your cat form and turns out that fur is very ticklish yet pleasant against his skin.

Would be the most awkward conversationalist, the poor yaksha was already terrible with his words (often coming out harsh so he prefers to either keep away or say nothing at all) and even with you sometimes, now it was almost impossible to communicate. Xiao is not very good at reading a cat's body language. When you want him to hold you again, you'd walk in circles. He assumes you were hungry and leaps out the window to go fetch some fish...for the nth time there was a pile of raw salmon stacking upon the floor. Xiao thinks that maybe salmon species weren't to your liking, hence he does out to find another one.

As he plays his flute, you'd magically doze off on his lap. (There was one thing that you both can communicate with at last). Slowly but surely, he comes to learn the different gestures you make for certain situations. You often rub yourself upon his leg which he had heard to be a cat's way of claiming their territory. That was when Xiao picks you up, FINALLY. Though the real reason why it took him this long was because he was hesitant to hold you. He never really held a pet so naturally he has no idea how to hold a cat. Ends up cradling you in his arms because it seemed to be a safer option <3

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this," Xiao softly says to your lazy form, observing the way your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, "But I...forget it. We can stay like this for the time being, if you'd like. If not, that's fine too."

You stay.

~xx~

[Albedo]

The only pets Albedo had were for his alchemic experiments (plus they were put in cages too). Fact be told, he would make a terrible pet owner with the lifestyle he has now. The alchemist would be so absorbent into his work that he'll most likely forget that he has someone to feed and by the time he realized it, they would have already starved to death. After hearing glass bottles crashing to the floor, Albedo bursts into the rooms as the smoke fills it completely, finding a cat lost between it. The cat was you. He knows because he made the potions.

Sometimes he'd a little too scientific for his own good. Albedo assumed that when you turned into a cat, you've gone into cat mode and ends up treating you as such. "No, don't go near any bodies of water. You wouldn't like it." He almost forgets that you were once human which is very much like him if you had to be honest. Though when he does find out that you still carried human traits, Albedo must find ways to adapt things to your liking.

He makes your food himself. He's not a cook but he sure is good at everything he does, even if it's something he never did before. This goes for other areas too such as the size of your bed, if you need a little couch to stay on or maybe some tools to play around. (The only time when he is a good pet owner). In his sketchbook he'd have a bunch of blueprints and contraptions of what to make next. There's something enjoyable when spoiling you, those little reactions when you're pleased, like the twitch of your whiskers or the lift of your tail. Albedo finds is very cute.

On top of all that, he could also make you a potion to turn you back into normal. It seemed that it was the last thing he thought of on the list. Albedo was too occupied with treating you like a cat that it all flew over his head until now. Time flies when you're having fun.

~xx~

[Zhongli]

Unlike Albedo, anyone who has Zhongli as a pet owner would be considered to be a very lucky animal. He radiates a calm and serene aura that gives the perfect environment to have infinite nap times. People look at this man and wonder why his pet never gives him any trouble, especially when cats were considered to be both fiesty and needy. But they just didn't know that the cat was you (not like it would make a difference, any animal would know that Zhongli was no ordinary man).

How on earth does he know what you're saying? Maybe it's because he was once an archon. You could meow and he knows exactly what you would like to snack on. You could tilt your head, he takes it that you were curious on what he was currently doing (which was exactly what you were wondering), you can say nothing at all yet as if he could read your mind, Zhongli comes over to pet you with his gloved hands.

"How can I tell? Indeed it is because you're my lover, of course. Throughout this time we spent together, I've come to learn the way you speak through your eyes. They seem to hold true no matter what form you take. It's rather comforting."

Though there were many moments where you sneak up behind Zhongli. His hair, his ponytail- so long. Must play with. As you jump up and down with his thin strand swings side to side, it'll take a few seconds for him to decipher what your were doing. The minute he turns around he catches you with his hands midair and laughs heartfully. Cats were very endearing creatures.

~xx~

[Childe]

Back home in Snezhnaya, Childe would probably have owned a dog or two. They were mostly meant for hunting purposes, big and large furry creatures with thick skin suitable to endure the harsh cold. He has dogs because cats hate him for some strange reason. They either hiss or snootly turn their backs on him, one time he picked one up as a kid but his face bleeding after the cat scratched him with their paws. But of course you wouldn't do that to him. You would never~ he was your cutie pie anyways.

He was an obnoxious hugger, not gentle at all. Childe forgets his strength as a human man and when he squeezes you tightly against his chest, you'd spike out on all ends because by the archons, you're suffocating. But it was your fault for feeling so comfy and warm! Similar to Kaeya, they're both obnoxious but Childe deemed himself to be even worse. He'd rub his face against yours, commenting on how sensitive it sways. Tonia once told him that she wanted a pet cat instead, maybe he should also bring you back to his homeland now.

Yes he would love to play with you. Bring in the cat toys...or not. This was the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, what were you thinking? Normal cat activities? Not here. He's gonna teach you how to hunt like how he taught his dogs to hunt in Snezhnaya. You gave him the most deadpanned and dissapointed look with your large feline glare. Not only was he disliked by cats but he certainly was not good with them.

Though he can take it down a notch sometimes and just indulge in relaxing activities. When there was nothing else for him to do or when he was just tired after a productive day, he'd sit by the kitchen and you on top of the table. While you yawned and leaned down for a nap, Childe plays with the small of your paws to the soft edge of your nails. If he taps your nose, your whiskers twitch. Your ears are nice, maybe he should get you a headband version once you turned back to human.

You immediately wake up when he touches your tail.

~xx~

[Venti]

Achoo!

You sometimes wonder how is it that the anemo archon was able to live through 2000 years without getting beaten up by a cat. If andrius was a large cougar than a wolf, maybe he wouldn't be an archon now. Which is why you are to stay miles far far away from him unless you want the whole of Mondstadt to be blown away by the wind.

Wears a mask (as if this were the covid19 pandemic), although it doesn't take away all his problems, at least it'll minimize it. Venti always has a box of tissues ready but you can tell by the puffiness of his eyes that he's been sneezing alot. He really tries his hardest to pitch in every once in a while when Albedo was working on a cure for you to go back to normal. Though acts as if he was quarantined by staying all the way at the other side of the room.

"Ahahaha don't mind me. It's your local bard of Mondstadt dropping by to see how things are going. I wanna make sure how long it will take for you to make the potion? Just curious!"

No hugs, cuddles or anything involving close proximity. This makes Venti very pouty and impatient. Albedo finds it very hard to concentrate with all the sniffling and sneezing that he had no choice but to kick him out. It didn't help that the location was Dragonspine, now he was sneezing even more.

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devildomimagines · 3 years

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Hi! If that's okay could i request the brothers or the undateables (Luke included but platonic) with a MC who has a pet parrot? Their parrot is super cuddly and is on their shoulder or near them 24/7 and everyone think he's adorable but he's actually a spoiled little shit who will not hesitate to screech if he's not being held and paid attention to (he also does that annoying thing where parrots throw things off the table and when you put It on the table again they throw it again just to piss you off-) like, even if MC payes 0,01 seconds of attention to them he's screeching bsosh-

Anyways, look at the gremlin who inspired this request

He's a bastard birb but i love him anyway😫💞 (fun fact i stopped cuddling him to type and this dude started chewing on my phone case-)

Awww! How cute!!! I wish I could draw too because the idea of MC with a bird buddy is so fricking adorable!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience while I worked on this. Also thanks for the picture of your bird because I love him! 10/10 would spoil.

Belphegor

He squinted at the parrot, the screeching was interrupting his nap.

“MC,” he whined, “get it to stop.”

“Sorry, he’s just so clingy, I stopped petting him for just a second.”

Belphie pouted as your concentration moved from rubbing his back to playing with the bird.

He pulled at your sleeve and placed it on his head, “You have two hands.”

You sighed, how would you ever get anything done like this?

Beelzebub

At first, he mainly only sees the parrot as something similar to chicken.

Once you explain that it’s a friend, not food, Beel was worried that he’d hurt the small creature so he just tended to avoid it altogether.

He’d watch quietly as you played or took general care of the cage.

One time, he happened to be eating a banana and your parrot hopped over to him asking, “Treat?”

Beel’s eyes opened wide and looked over at you, his face asking if it was ok?

“Yeah! He loves bananas!” You confirmed and watched as Beel sweetly offered his banana to the bird to take a nibble.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately the first experience Asmo had with your parrot was when it pooped on him. He was not a fan.

The next unfortunate misunderstanding was when the parrot chased him, naturally he ran, not wanting to be pooped on again and that only added to the chase.

“Asmo, you have to stop running, he thinks you’re playing!”

“But MC! He’ll do unspeakable things to me!” Asmo was close to tears.

“Ok, ok, come here,” You opened your arms and he dived towards you. Swiftly you caught Asmo in a hug and the parrot swooped in and landed on your shoulder.

The pair came face to face as Asmo peeked a look, “Pretty boy!” the parrot squawked. When Asmo’s face softened, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that was something you told your pet and not something the parrot was noting of Asmo.

Satan

Originally intrigued by the little guy.

He was somewhat familiar with the behaviors of cats but he didn’t know much about birds

You’re excited to share all the tricks and phrases you’ve taught your bird buddy as Satan takes notes.

Satan has a lot of questions and you answer the best you can but you’re no expert so you promise to get a bird book for him.

With a scratch of his chin, he asks, “And why is he so attached to you?”

You laugh, “I’m assuming it’s because he loves me but it’s probably because I’m the one who gives him treats.”

Leviathan

He didn’t have a strong feeling towards the bird one way or the other at first.

When the bird picks up the intro tune to one of his animes, his interest starts to grow.

He thought it was cute and happened to catch it on video one day. When he posted it online, it blew up.

Levi tried to teach your parrot other tunes but lost interest when there wasn’t an immediate turn around.

The first time he saw the happy dancing of your parrot, his interest was back lol.

He can be caught bopping along with your parrot if there was ever a time they were left alone together.

Mammon

I feel like he would dislike the bird (mainly for drawing your attention away from him) but the bird actually really likes playing with him.

Mammon always has something interesting to the bird whether it’s his feather keychain or his glasses or some shiny trinket.

Your parrot likes tapping the side of Mammon’s glasses to get his attention.

He’s pretty good at handling the bird and when asked he admits to taking care of a crow without Lucifer’s knowledge so that stays between the two of you.

He definitely talks to the parrot like any other being, “Oy!” He points an accusatory finger at your parrot, “Knock it off with the nipping!” and thus the parrot takes a nibble at his finger.

Although he talks a big game, he secretly loves that you two can be bird parents together.

Lucifer

His pride takes a hit that he, the right-hand to the crown prince of Devildom, has to compete for your attention with a parrot.

Oh the withering looks he gives as your pet screeches for your care.

He does know a thing or two about wing care though. XD

He also knows exactly the right spots for scritches near and on the wings and your parrot is putty in his hands, that boosts his previously wounded pride just a bit.

I think he would secretly spoil your parrot as an extension of spoiling you.

Deep down he’s a big softie for animals so extra toys and treats find their way into the house.

Luke

Luke liked the bird initially until it screeched at him.

From then on he was kind of scared even if he wouldn’t admit it.

It’d take a lot of coaxing to get him to pet your parrot but I think you could convince him eventually.

He enjoys how you gush about all the things your pet can do and so he starts to warm back up.

Slowly he gets back to being comfortable and the next time there is an unexpected screech, he’s better prepared.

He starts watching parrot videos online and looking up treats he could make that were safe for parrots.

Solomon

I feel like he knows some things about birds but isn’t particularly fond of animals in general, not that he hates them but doesn’t really get the hype.

You with a parrot on your shoulder is pretty cute though.

Solomon smiles as you play with the parrot, the two of you bouncing. He’ll sneak a picture, just for him.

If you ask him, he’ll play along too.

Through watching you care for your bird, he’ll start to understand the bond between pets and their owners.

Eventually does get interested in the diet of your pet but you assure many times that it’s being taken care of and that he doesn’t need to concern himself with it on top of his studies.

Simeon

Secretly loves birds but he couldn’t keep one as a pet in the celestial realm.

Absolutely beams the first time your parrot hops over to him to investigate.

Giggles when his hair gets pulled for attention but lovingly pets the tiny bird head.

Even with his limited technological knowledge, he takes a lot of pictures. He wants to be able to remember this time when he goes back.

He would absolutely relish the opportunity to take care of your parrot if there was ever a need and I’d trust him to do a good job.

Offers to help take care of anything related to the bird for you definitely not to act like it’s his pet for a short amount of time.

Barbatos

He’s hard to impress but appreciates the refreshing sight of you smiling at your pet.

Barbatos is pretty knowledgeable so he knows what foods are ok to give to your parrot so he always has them on hand when you come around.

He smiles at you as your attention is on scolding the bird for biting at Barbatos. He wasn’t hurt, but he appreciates your concern.

You get a chuckle out of him when he catches you and the parrot in a game of chase.

Once the bird warms up to Barbatos, he chirps at Barbatos to get the treats he’s learned Barbatos usually has.

May make a toy for the bird, and even if your pet is typically picky about toys, he loves this handmade one.

Diavolo

He’s obsessed. He loves animals and he loves you so it’s all heart eyes for him.

He has Barbatos prepare treats for you and your parrot when you come to visit.

Adores your demonstration of tricks and claps at the end.

He asks if he can hold or pet your bird and of course you say yes. Your parrot’s reaction was to bite at the unknown fingers and Diavolo just laughs.

“He’s spunky, I like it!”

For sure gets toys to try out for each time you visit and whether your parrot plays with the toys or not, he just enjoys the time spent with you two.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #god they would spoil this bird so hard

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ms-starflower · 3 years

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Spook-tober Day 1 — Decorating

@maribat-october-rarepairs

So, technically, it’s October 2nd for almost two hour here, but it’s probably still the 1rst somewhere, right? Well, I don’t care anyway.

It’s my first time writing for an event (Maribat or otherwise) and I wanted to write both prompts for Spook-tober - Maribat Month and the Maribat Rare Pairs Month, but didn’t have time to start writing before 11pm.

This one's for Spook-tober, though it could also qualify as rarepair since it's a Stephinette (is that the correct shop name???), because Steph is my Queen (Cass too, but I wanted Steph today). Though they don't interact (yet) but I think I’ll write a follow up for other days' prompt, maybe (day 9 and 21, I’m looking at you,).

Anyway, let’s start.

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“You sure you got the right address, miss?” The cab driver asked her with a skeptic expression. It would have been alright if the man hadn’t asked the same thing in at least twenty different ways during the ride.

“Yes, thank you Monsieur. I’m exactly where I wanted to be,” Marinette answered with a tight smile, like the twenty previous times. Giving him the money she owed him, she got out of the car to stand in front of the gigantic gate of Wayne’s Manor. The place was kind of intimidating.

Still hearing the car behind her when she reached the intercom, she turned toward it. The driver was shamelessly looking at her, probably waiting for her to get refused access.

“Are you waiting for something, sir?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“You’re gonna need a ride back, don’t ya? I’m already here, might as well,” he smiled at her with condescending amusement. Marinette was tempted to tell him that she would prefer to go back to the city on foot than to get into his car again. But her parents raised her better than that, so she only smiled politely.

“There is no need, sir, I really don’t know how long I’m going to stay here.”

“Yeah, right,” the man huffed, still staring at her.

Deciding to just ignore him, Marinette turned to push on the intercom’s only button. It took a minute before an elegant and accented voice responded.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

“Ah, hello sir. I’m Marinette, Jason asked me to come?”

“Indeed, Master Jason warned me to expect you.”

When the gate opened, Marinette made a point to turn around to smile and wave goodbye at the cab driver. She would cherish his dumbstruck expression for a long time.

Her victory was short lived, though, when she saw how long the march from the gate to the house was going to be. Jason better be on the brink of death. Or the world, she wasn’t picky.

When she finally got there, an old gentleman she thought might be Alfred was waiting for her.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, I’m Alfred, the family’s butler, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alfred said with a kind smile and a nod.

“The pleasure is all mine, sir. And just Marinette is fine,” she told him kindly, walking into the house. “Jason is okay, right? He didn’t say why he wanted me here, and I have to admit that he got me worried.”

Jason had been determined to keep her as far away from his family as he could manage before, and the sudden change was really odd.

“I see,” Alfred said slowly, closing his eyes for a second. “Master Jason is alright, Miss Marinette, do not worry. He just… Well, why not let Master Jason explain the situation to you himself. If you would follow me.”

Marinette followed him for a couple minutes through a couple of corridors, before he opened the doors to… a battlefield.

She thought that, maybe, it was supposed to be a living room, but it was hard to say, under all those decorations. They were literally everywhere. Throwing on the couches, a couple of boxes were overturned in a corner, a couple of garlands of little cartoon ghosts hanging hazradly from the chandelier. It was a mess, but she could see that someone probably tried to… decorate? Maybe? It was a really bad job, though.

Jason and a man she assumed to be his brother were battling with a plastic pumpkin and a skeleton respectively, while two more men and a woman—probably also Jason’s siblings, she heard Bruce Wayne was kind of a serial adopter— were cheering on the sidelines and a brooding teenager was glaring at them. Everyone froze as soon as they realized that they weren’t alone anymore. Alfred only sighed, nodded at her before going back to where they came from.

“Hey! Pixie! Great, you’re here,” Jason exclaimed excitedly, letting go of the pumpkin he was shoving into his brother’s face and stauttered toward her.

“Jason, in the name of everything that’s holy, what the hell?” Marinette asked with a voice deceptively calm. She could see the woman and one of the men behind Jason wince at her tone. Good.

“Well, see, we wanna decorate the house for Halloween, now that it’s time—”

“Jason,” she interrupted incredulously. “We are in September!”

“Well, technically, it’s already October in Russia,” the man that had been fighting with Jason piped up.

“Yeah, what Timbers said,” Jason said with a serious nod while Marinette could only look at him in astonishment. “Anyway, Bruce said we can decorate all the room in the Manor like we wish if we can make this one presentable, without the help of Alfred. And I really want to make a cat theme for his bedroom, so I thought; hey, you know a designer…”

“I’m a fashion designer, Jason, not an interior designer!”

“Same difference, Pixie. You’re my only hope, all of them are hopeless in terms of good taste.”

Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose, ignoring the various protests from Jason’s sibling, before taking out her phone.

“So you proceeded to send me ‘Hey Pix,” she said, reading the message he sent her earlier with a bad imitation of his voice. “‘Need you at the manor asap, urgence lvl 3’ before ignoring me, making me think that the world was probably ending—”

“World ending is at least a lvl 5, Pix, come on,” Jason interrupted with an offended expression. She ignored him.

“—Forcing me to take a cab with a absolute jerk driver—”

“Why did you take a cab? You have a car!”

“Adrien took the car, he is visiting Chloé in New York. But that’s not the point. The point, Jason, is that all of that was because you needed me to help you decorate for a day that is literally in a month?”

“Hey, Halloween is a very important celebration,” Jason’s brother, the one that had been cheering the loudest, told her with a solemn expression.

“I’m French, I don’t care about Halloween,” she deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, what?” The one Jason had called Timbers, probably Tim Drake, looked pained at the very idea that someone could not be obsessed by Halloween.

“I mean, we used to make speciales and sales at the bakery, and I’ve been to a couple of costume parties, but we don’t really pay attention to Halloween until around the 25 of October.”

“That’s sacrilegious,” Jason said, and almost all the others agreed in a way or another.

“Maybe for you, Americans,” she told him with amusement. “But it doesn't change the fact that I’m not going to help you.”

What? Why?!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“Because, one, I don’t have anything to gain from it,” she said, showing him one of her fingers before adding a second. “And two, do you know how long the walk between the cab and the door had been? And all of it just for decorations?”

“Aw, come on, Pix! Bruce is going to make Alfred judge, and I have projects for the cat theme!”

“There is nothing you can say that is going to make me change my—”

“Hey guys!” A cheerful voice suddenly interrupted her, the owner barging into the room like a whirlwind. The woman was slightly taller than her, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a beautiful smile that brightened the room and Marinette could feel the hearts that were making their way in her eyes. The girl was cute. Uh oh. “You are decorating already?! Cool! Be right back, let me just grab my stuff!”

Then she was gone, and Marinette could only blink slowly, before turning back toward Jason.

“Alright, I’m in.”

“What? Why— Oh, no, no, no! You’re not going to crush on Steph—”

“Oh, her name is Steph? What a lovely name,” she mumbled, looking back in the direction she disappeared. “But if you don’t want my help, I can just ask for her number and let you fend for yourself with the decorations, you know.”

“Pixie!” Jason complained, making his sibling laugh or snicker at him.

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Fun fact: when Marinette says that France doesn't care about Halloween until around October 25th, I’m talking from personal experience. I don’t know if it’s the same in all of France, but I grew up in Paris’ region (It’s not Paris Paris, but it’s like, the places all around and we call it régions parisienne) and they don’t care about it. Where I live, the shops don’t start selling Halloween themed candy before, like a week (maybe two?? when they start early) before Halloween and the children rarely go trick or treating. (I lived in this house for ~five/six years, and I’ve never got a child knocking for candy on Halloween.)

Again, I’m not saying it was like that for everyone in France, maybe it was only my city, but I thought it funny to have this opposition between Marinette and the Batkids.

#MaribatHalloween21 #maribat #mlb x dc #platonic jasonette #stephinette

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?

....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀

WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such.

Enjoy! :D

Lucifer

In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.

But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is.

So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.

So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.

And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.

You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.

You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.

(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)

So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?

You fall off the roof.

And you just get right back up.

Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?”

You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.”

Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”

You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?”

You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh.

Fangs.

...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.

Mammon

You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met.

Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.

Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much??

But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable.

Just weird.

But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.

He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses.

“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?”

You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.”

Briefly, Mammon considers running.

Instead, he says, “What the fuck?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?”

...What the fuck—

Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.”

So that he can escape before you try to eat him.

“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin.

You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”

He squeaks.

Levi

Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.

You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!

...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him.

The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty”

Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!

He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?

When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”

“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?”

He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(

But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks

So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?

You guys are having a game night in his room.

He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.

He throws up a little bit.

And screams.

And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.

But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D

Satan

Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts

Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human.

At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.

And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.

You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.

He’s so intrigued by you.

But you frustrate him SO much.

He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!

“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”

“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!”

“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”

“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.”

“A chupacabra bit me!”

Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort.

He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.

Asmo

“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?”

You smile. “Something like that.”

And you fuckin’ bite his finger.

His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows!

He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”

“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”

“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~”

You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”

Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.

“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?”

He’s already taking off his shirt.

“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”

Beel

When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.

He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.

Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full.

It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving

You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~

Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!

But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.

He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)

He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj

He just thinks you’re really neat!!!

But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(

Belphie

Listen.

We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.

(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)

(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)

(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)

He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.

Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.

So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh

He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right?

He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(No it doesn’t)

(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)

(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)

(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)

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