#I LOVE GIVING HER FUR!!! TAIL FUR THAT GOES ALL THE WAY UP HER BACK

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Laios x Beastkin!Reader

an. Senshi, Chilchuck, and Marcille x Reader are mentioned quiiiite a bit in here. Izutsumi x reader is more sparse. split between furry/scaly/feathery beastkin after the more general ones in the beginning. SORRY if the formatting is weird I got "text limited" a lot on this lmfao

this is a lot so. <3 show sum luv

general sfw

when you two first meet...bro is ELATED. He knows Izutsumi, which is fine, but you're an entirely different one. Who also doesn't seem to be super against him getting to know them

He asks SO many questions. What are you mixed with? Are you naturally born or artificial? What's it like having wings? A tail?

He's testing out all your features. He loves them so much.

When there's downtime, he likes to conduct "research". This goes for analyzing your features and making notes, comparing them to his books and other notes, and even more intricate tests like reaction time and stuff.

He'll hold a candle/torch by your face and test your pupil dilation. It's oddly intimate because he's just staring you down and its like. okay. are we gonna kiss orrrr

Loves. Loves. Loves just WATCHING you. Seeing the way you pounce on little bugs for fun or get spooked by certain noises. He just smiles and is all amused.

You'll catch him doodling you pretty often. He makes notes like "y/n caught a treasure bug today. They seem pretty skilled at hunting. Failed to kill it for some reason...just played with it until it scurried off." The doodles are like...surprisingly pretty decent. The monster portions of you are the best looking and most detailed. But it's so cool to see just how much he pays attention to you and your idiosyncrasies.

Your interactions with Izutsumi also interest him. Do you guys get along? Are you prey to her? Or is she to you? If you and Izu are talking or around each other he's watching like a hawk out of pure curiosity.

However...there's a particular page in his journal where he's providing feedback on how he would make you "better" aka cooler. It's basically just his own ramblings. No Laios, an extra set of eyes and the ability to breath fire and ice and everything in between is not. better. you're just salivating over the idea of your monster OC

If you bring this up to him he actually agrees. After a lot of note taking and observation he's really fascinated just on how well suited your entire existence is to...surviving. He has a lot of theories he'd love to share about you.

But he has e x t e n s i v e notes on your body. It's something that fr makes you blush because, why is he theorizing about the base of your tail and how it connects to your spine? and the number of nipples you have? wait...how is his guess right...?

But Laios is so useful. You might as well call him your owner. You don't have to lift a finger when it comes to taking care of yourself. (He misses his dogs so you fill in.)

He takes care of your skin/fur/scales/feathers, cuts your claws, helps you file down your hooves or horns. He's very into taking care of you if you'll let him. (Marcille also hops in on this since its her love language LOL. When she's not busy with Izutsumi she helps when she can.)

If you are like...afraid of water or don't enjoy bathing. You are like the party's pet. They're debating on how to get you clean before Chilchuck is like "if you don't take a bath I am going to kill you and throw you in there myself." Laios then goes all puppy dog eyed bc he thinks Chil is being to hard on you and then he sighs and is like "fine. I'll buy you a treat when we get back to the surface."

Marcille/Laios are really good when it comes to bath time. They aren't weird about it (Laios is checking you out but. In a curious type of way. Marcille is giving him side eye if hes getting too...Laiosy. But he respects your boundaries. Just imagine Laios happily scrubbing you while humming a tune awe.)

And when it comes to sleeping arrangements...you can alternate between anyone in the party. But Laios and Chilchuck are your best bets. Marcille is an excellent sleeping partner if the dreams don't bother you, shes soo happy to have you sleep with her and she's soft and smells nice.

Laios happily lets you sleep with him. He's actually not super cuddly (unless you are he'll reciprocate). But he is very much like, giving you a ton of space. If you fall asleep before him he just relents and sleeps as comfortably as he can around you lol. Literally just like any other pet owner.

Chilchuck....sleeping with him is difficult bc Izutsumi will fight you on it, but she relents if you can fit in without much issue (bonus points if you're warm) so. You guys can both overheat this poor man. Izu may even start cuddling with you more. She finds a lot of comfort in having another beastkin in the party even though she won't say it.

And speaking of Chilchuck...you're likely a bit more cooperative than Izutsumi, so he gets your help when it comes to checking for traps and finding treasure. With your elite hearing and other abilities, he's actually really pleasantly surprised how useful you are. (If you were a half-foot he'd definitely want you in his guild). He gives you pets and treats when the others aren't really paying attention (He doesn't want them to see him doting on you is all LOL).

Okay. So. Your diet. This is an anime about eating so. Let's get down to it.

Whether you're a herbivore, carnivore, or omnivore--Laios is ENSURING your needs are taken care of in the party. It is of upmost importance to him.

He takes notes and asks about how certain foods make you feel. Are you more energized? Less energized? Stomach hurting? Pooping well? (Will ask this with upmost sincerity, he wants to make sure the butter/milk/etc used in their cooking isn't interfering with your tummy. Whether you want to answer this is up to you lol).

Laios and Senshi happily adjust things to your needs. Laios will spend time foraging with you, Senshi will find certain monsters with more nutrients that meet your needs. Senshi is also like, really knowledgeable about nutrients, so sometimes in your food he may grind up shells or bones to meet calcium needs and such. When he cooks he'll give you bones or soften them up in water so you can eat the marrow. :-)

Senshi...is the coolest though. He also lets you perch on him (like Izutsumi) and since he's lived in the dungeon for so long, he knows a lot about monsters firsthand. If it applies, he'll give you tips about yourself or some monsters you should prey on. Senshi and you go on little foraging trips too. He'll have you sniff things out in return for extra food during dinner.

Laios likes to see you hunt prey and eat it raw, though. Everyone else would rather not and it makes them sick but he thinks it is SO cool. He honestly wishes he could do that. He takes hunting lessons from you and will give you tips on being stealthier and such.

Your teeth really fascinate him. He likes testing your bite strength on different types of material (Like wood, stone, bones, etc.). He'll stick his fingers in your mouth and admire them if youd let him. He gives you so much praise in general its so cute.

AND. PETTING YOU. He is so tactile if you let him (i mean look how much he tries and fails to pet izutsumi). When you give him the all clear he is like. jumping for joy. he LOVES to pet you and praise you. He absentmindedly pets you when hes sitting down or standing by you. And when you nuzzle into his touch his heart SOARS. You can see on his face he's blushing and has that like. excited wiggly smile <3

I think when he's just sitting around he just messes with your tail. He likes it.

Lay down beside him and he will happily pet you and be like "do you like this? Is this a good spot?" Present. Your belly to him. and he is over the moon. He pets you wildly and is like "Who's a good boy/girl/monster?" He is so unashamed about doing this too. Chilchuck would put a stop to it if you didn't like it so much.

If you give him kisses or tongue bath's he's eating that shit up (i mean. look at those extra comics w him and dogs he lets dogs just kiss all over his face omfg). He isn't a huge fan of getting his hair wet (sensory issue) but when it's your drool...he can't help but be excited. Laios is all like "they're grooming me?? this means they like me, right??? Can I officially say I befriended a monster???"

It's proof that you care for him and view him as apart of your pack...he is just over the moon at this.

I will say...Laios is way too "has no backbone with you" for a while. You're chewing shoes? You can't help it! Stealing snacks? It's instinctual! Playing too rough with Izutsumi? C'mon guys...

But when he notices his party actually getting upset. You will be surprised how he can put his foot down. Not even max puppy eyes work on him. He will leash and muzzle you if needed.

But you can always get away with messing with his stuff. He thinks its fun to chase you around when you got his shirt in his maw. Then he happily wears the torn up gear and Marcille is like "let me sew it..."

For Scaly Beastkin:

He's so helpful when it comes to shedding season. Laios finds nice rocks all the time and helps scrape off any patches that are drying and crusting and hes not even phased and doesn't think its gross at all. He would keep some skin to test its resilience if you let him.

And going with that, when you need to shed and soak he would help you find a place and will happily assist with the shedding. He's so excited to be there honestly. But he feels bad you are uncomfortable so he lets you cuddle up under the water with him while you wait for your shed to soften up <3

Laios runs his fingers over your scales absentmindedly...just loves feeling how smooth they are, especially after he spent so much time helping them maintain that pristine smoothness.

He gets Marcille's help to make a moisturizing ointment to put on you every now and then so you don't get to dried out in the dungeon!! Marcille starts to fret about that too. You're just kinda chillin and she'll reach over and put ointment on your hands/cheeks/tail. Just areas you may be susceptible to drying out.

Also...he lets you use him as a heating rock. Sunshine is really limited in the dungeon, so...when you need a warm up he's there and waiting and extremely excited to warm you up with a hug.

For Furry Beastkin:

Brushes you. He'd do this EVERY evening (and morning) if you let him. He takes notes, too. Do you have an undercoat? Or is it just one? What does this mean about what environment you originated from?

He probably tries to use your shed fur to embellish his own clothes or put in his pillow/blankets. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle I guess?

And to add to that...remember how Marcille made a cute little cat head from Izutsumi's fur? He does that too. He and Marcille make cute little shapes outta your shed and giggle together about it.

If you get fleas...he is the party member you should tell. He'll help you get rid of them and won't rat you out to the other members LOL. He'd probably blame himself if it spread and the rest of the party is like "you expect us to beleive. you got fleas. Laios you would be excited if you got them."

For Feathered Beastkin:

Preening....<3. When you have pin feathers he is so sweet and gentle. gently picks them out. It kinda tickles bc he's just gliding his fingers over your wings. You'll catch him sighing in content and burying his face in the softness. It's so sweet.

He collects your feathers and shows them off to Marcille (who also really likes them.) Your down is SO useful too. The party has the softest blankets and pillows thanks to you. When you're molting everyone is calling dibs on the feathers to stuff in their bedding.

Laios examines your wingspan and is really interested on stuff like weather you can fly or not. If you can, he's in awe. He wants to see it. Maybe even fly with you if he can. Its always been a dream of his to do that.

nsfw

tw (for nsfw). monsterfucking? if that counts. mentions of vent/cloaca/knot

This man. It is so easy to tell overtime just how fucking horny he gets over monster stuff. He is addicted to just how much you differ from him. Your scales, fur, feathers, wings, etc....he thinks they're all extremely sexy.

He just loves the primal aspect of it? Like you act on instinct. Do what makes you happy. Like of course you have human reasoning and such but STILL. You're so non human and otherworldly it makes his stomach knot up and his dick hard as a rock. He wants to know EVERYTHING about you.

If you have a heat/rut cycle...he is. fucking. begging you come to him for help. jfc you don't even have to let him stick his dick in you. He just slowly probes your hole with his fingers and legit GASPS when he feels it clench around him. Not only is he learning so much about you and monster anatomy but hes also having his monster fucking dreams come true.

I mean it is a given with Laios but his fucking face is always in your hole. He loves eating pussy/ass so fucking much. And having your dick, clit, or knot down his throat drives him wild. He eats your slick and cum like he's starving. He's so sloppy with it too--there's spit and slick and cum all over his face and he's just slurping it all up like its his last meal.

He definitely "examines" you. He'll stick his fingers in you and stretch out your hole just to get a better look at what's inside. (imagine his thumbs sliding in and prying you open.) The muscles pulsating and the color and the smell...god he's drooling. You feel all vulnerable and exposed but he's just constantly praising how amazing your body and its functions are.

He busts so quick with a beastkin it....wow. Like. You are seriously all he has ever dreamed of and shit. I can't imagine he'd be able to contain himself. He cums and just still wants more, he fucks you through the overstimulation until he cries

Oh he wants to know whats in your pants so bad its ridiculous. Like. I cannot explain just how much he is vibrating with excitement

If you have a cloaca...he's very gentle with your hole at first. You explain to him what to look for, what feels good. He'll gently explore with his fingers until he finds the right hole and then he's going at it. He's shoving his tongue in there happily too. He knows what a cloaca is. He knows it's a singular vent for waste and sexual functions. Doesn't matter. His tongue is going in there. Laios is beyond excited to taste everything and see what makes you squirm.

If you have a knot...it's a given he wants you to knot him. It takes him a few tries (he can't take your knot at first because he's too tight) but when he finally is able to its like. euphoric for him. He loves feeling your warm cum in his ass and your desperate pants against his throat as your overstimulated self gets adjusted to being stuck to him. Gods.

Plus...I've discussed this on my blog in more detail but with a beastkin reader he's definitely into

You biting/scratching him up. He lovvveess being marked. Use him as a chew toy PLEASE

Predator/Prey rp: He's a trained hunter but he wouldn't mind being hunted...He loves how strong you are and how you can turn the tables on him if you wanted.

Just?? You being feral?? He likes it when you act more like your monster side and just treat him like a toy.

Breeding Kink: Even if you aren't able to get pregnant or breed (either due to sex or incompatible genetics due to being part monster), he's still really into it. You can fill him up vice versa...He loves the feeling of having you last inside him and he loves knowing you're still filled up from him. Plus, it adds to the more animalistic part of sex which is what he likes

[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | HIS FUTURE WIFE

request : Hi, this is my first time requesting so I don't really know how 😅, but can you write something with Sirius being in love with reader and basically just like jily type of love where he always follows her and calls his future wife — @moonlightwonderland

length : 1.1k

“There’s my girl,” Sirius grins, walking up to you with his arms open as if he was expecting a hug. 

“I’m not your girl, Sirius,” you huff, clutching your books closer to your chest and side stepping, avoiding his arms entirely. It’s been a year since Sirius Black has decided to pursue only you and abandoned his playboy persona. Now he was a committed man. His entire focus has zeroed in on you and you hate it. You hardly used to draw any attention but now, most of the female population at Hogwarts was glaring you down. It’s not your fault Sirius Black decided to turn over a new leaf and made you his primary objective; these girls need to stop making it seem like you forced Sirius to take amortentia. 

But, from the circumstances, you might as well have given him the love potion. He follows you around and does whatever he can to get your attention, even if he makes a fool of himself. He goes out of his way to buy and give you your favourite treats from Honeydukes and helpfully does your bidding wherever, whenever. It would have been a nice gesture when he brought down books from higher shelves for you that one time…if only he didn’t immediately demand a kiss as ‘thanks’ right after. He deserved being hit upside the head for that.   

You just want to be left alone so you wouldn’t have to worry about constantly being stared at by envious girls or gossiping teens who had nothing better to do with their time. 

“My future wife then,” Sirius’s boyish grin grows wider the instant you roll your eyes at him and stomp away, figuring a different route for your journey to class would help you avoid the rebellious teen. But Sirius is unrelenting, following after you with a skip in his step. 

“Stop following me, Sirius,” you groaned and quickened your pace but it was no use. His persistence is challenging and you eventually succumb to his irritable company. 

“But I don’t want to, wifey,” he protests. 

“Don’t call me that, and it doesn’t matter; I want you to leave me alone,‘ you counter. 

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Your bickering is commonplace in the hallways and within classes now, although it’s more a legitimate argument for you and Sirius is just playing along. It truly was a mystery to everyone why the Sirius Black, notorious fuckboy and ladies man was suddenly abandoning all that for one girl. Only he knew the real reason. And it was frustrating, especially to you. He can’t just change everything about his mannerisms and force all that attention on you, his good looks, fun personality and enchanting eyes could only absolve him so much. You’d rather be dead before you ever confess that to him, though, it’ll only worsen your situation. 

You did have one saving grace, however. When classes were over, you could find peace and quiet down by the black lake, teetering on the borders of the forbidden forest. This was where you had met your year-long dearest friend, Snuffles. Injured and quivering from the cold, you nursed him back to health a year ago, abandoning your classes for the day so that you could make sure he got better. You knew that dogs weren’t allowed at Hogwarts so you didn’t want to risk anything by taking him to madam Pomfrey. Thankfully, his injuries weren’t too bad at the time and he just needed some company to care for him lovingly. 

“Hello handsome,” you smile upon seeing the familiar black dog through the trees of the forest. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, he bounds over with enthusiastic barks and happy tail wags, “I’m happy to see you too boy!” kneeling down, you hug him around his neck and press kisses into his soft fur, “How are we today, hm?” as if he could understand you, Snuffles barks and sits before laying down to rest his head in your lap. 

Cooing at the large beast, you begin your usual pets as you delve into how your day was going, making small jokes and giving the occasional complaint over workload and stress build up. Snuffles gives a gentle whine as he paws at your thigh as if distressed over your worries and you smile warmly. He seems so human, someone that really cares about you and your wellbeing, it was nice to have. 

“Thank you for worrying about me Snuffles,” you muse softly, “but I’m really okay…so long as Sirius Black stays the hell away from me,” you huff in annoyance. It’s only natural that the conversation directs itself to the man in question as he’s made himself a prominent part of your days for the last year, “ugh! He’s so infuriating,” you frown down at the black dog still resting in your lap, “he won’t leave me alone no matter how much I tell him to. He’s been doing it for a year now and I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Today, he actually called me his future wife! What’s that about?!” you groan and push your head back. 

The sky is a pretty blue and you stare at it for a while before you continue, looking down when you feel a significant shift in Snuffles’s postion. The large black dog sits up and leans over to prop his head up on your shoulder and press his muzzle into your neck. He finds a sensitive spot and elicits a dulcet giggle from you, “if only he was as sweet and gentle as you, Snuffles,” you sigh, a small heat climbing up your neck and settling into your cheeks, “maybe then he could finally get me, just like he wants,” Snuffles pulls away and huffs, his version of a subtle sneeze. 

“Excuse you,” you tease, reaching up to scratch at the fur on his neck before you cup his face and bring his nose close so you could boop it with your own. 

“It’s a real shame, though,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around Snuffles’s neck once more and tucking your face into his fur, “his looks are exactly my type…”  Snuffles stiffens under your embrace but you don’t notice, “and he has some good personality traits too…if only he wasn’t so irritating,” there was a stutter in Snuffles’s movement when you lean back and pet his head softly, “you know, he started acting strange like this after I met you, Snuffles…I-” it was just a passing thought but there was a sudden realisation that slowly consumes your features, reflecting primarily in your eyes. It doesn’t help that the large dog before you slowly morphs into the man you were just complaining about. 

“Clever girl,” Sirius grins as he takes your chin in his fingers and pulls you in close, his breath ticking your lips as he continues to whisper, “I expect nothing less from my future wife,”

When he kisses you, sweet but amorously, you kiss back.

a/n : my first request! lets go! i hope i did it justice darling, and i hope everybody enjoyed the read!

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Game On

(one of my favorite clips, lowkey)

Jasper X Reader

Summary: A little snippet of wolf!reader playing baseball with the Cullens. You and Emmett have a little rivalry going, and you'll do anything for some Jasper scratches.

Word Count: 1021

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“You sure you can keep up with us, wolfie?” Emmet calls from the batter’s box with an absolutely snarky grin.

You cock a brow at him, settling into a crouch with an equally vicious smile, “Just you watch me, Em, you won’t make it to first base.”

“I’d like to see that,” he taunts back, twisting his grip on the bat and posing it over his shoulder.

Jasper chuckles from across the field, the sound easily reaching your sensitive ears, “Take it easy on him, darlin’.”

“No can do, Jas.” Your friendly rivalry with Emmett started as soon as you and Jasper got together, only made worse by you being a shifter. Competitiveness runs deep in your blood. “Someone has to put him in his place, and you pansies sure aren’t going to.”

“Ooh-” Emmett hisses through his teeth dramatically. “-you gonna let her talk to you like that?”

“I’m not one to get offended by a few words,” Jasper shoots back, smirk all too cocky, “Not like when you whined a full week when she called you a cream puff.”

“Hey-”

“It’s time!” Alice chimes before Emmett can stand up for himself.

You snicker and he throws a glare your way.

Game on.

With your enhanced speed and strength, you put up a good fight against the vampires. It’s almost unfair, you and Jasper working perfectly in sync, getting them out one at a time. On your turn to bat, the feeling of smashing the ball, brutal and unrestrained, makes your whole body spark to life, driving you through the plates like a flash of lightning. It’s exhilarating.

Nearing the end of the thunderstorm, the game is close, your team up by one run. Emmett is back up to bat. Chest heaving, heart pounding, you make eye contact with him and, with the most wolfish smile, mouth a silent, ‘Bring it.’

Emmett scowls, eyes focusing back on Alice, and you hear Jasper chuckle softly.

Alice winds up, moving with practiced ease, and launches the baseball straight down the line. A crack of thunder overlaps the loud ring of the bat slamming into it, and it goes flying. You go flying after it.

You tear through the trees, eyes bright with glee as you follow the ball. The wind whips your hair around wildly, the damp ground giving way under your feet. You feel free. Out of breath, every muscle aching, but free. The moment right before your feet leave the ground, adrenaline surges through every cell of your body and you explode into a mess of fur and snapping teeth.

You jump, far too high, far too fast. But your teeth clamp down on the baseball, practically ripping through the leather, before you go crashing to the ground in a flurry of dirt and grass. The earth shakes at your impact, the sound louder than the storm’s thunder.

“(Y/n)!”

The family of vampires freeze, eyes wide. Jasper races after you. Worry burns through his veins as he comes to a stop at the crater’s edge. Gold eyes narrowed, he desperately searches through the haze of dirt for a sign that you’re okay.

Then you pop back up, and all his concern dissipates. You, in wolf form, look up at him with happy, squinted eyes, the ball still clamped firmly in your jaws. Your whole body practically shakes with how hard your tail is wagging.

“Well look at you,” the blond sighs, shaking his head, “I didn’t know wolves could fly, darlin’.”

Shaking off the dirt clinging to your fur, you scramble out of the hole you created. Without hesitation, you push into Jasper’s open arms. He chuckles as you wiggle in his grip, letting out little happy huffs as he scratches your head. You love it when he gives you scratches in wolf form, it’s like getting a massage in human form.

“You know-” You perk your ears and pause to look up at his slanted, mischievous grin. “-Emmett won’t like this.”

You let out a muffled ‘woof’. He better not like it, because he just signed his defeat. You won. The thought makes you growl happily as you adjust the ball in your mouth. Time to show off your victory.

Jasper sticks by your side and you trot back to the field. The moment you reach the tree line, Emmett lets out a loud, rumbling groan.

“That has to be cheating!”

“Umpire?”

Everyone turns to Esme. Emmett looks so hopeful, but then she looks at you and winks. You’ve never been so happy to see someone’s face plummet.

“You’re out, Emmett.”

You drop the ball and let out a small victorious howl. The man glares at you playfully, but you catch the smallest glimpse of a smile when you do a few happy stomps and throw yourself at Jasper. The blond grunts as your full weight takes you both to the ground. 

“Darlin’,” he wheezes out a bright laugh, “you’re crushing me.”

You huff, not caring even a bit as you drop your head on top of his chest. More scratches. You deserve more scratches, you won the game! Jasper can feel your insistence, having grown accustomed to reading your more chaotic emotions in this form, and gives in when you nudge him with your nose, licking his face. He curls his fingers through your thick fur, earning a happy grumble from you.

“We’re going to head back to the house,” Carlisle announces, voice ringing with amusement, “Feel free to join us when you would like to.”

Which ends up being far later in the night because there is something so lovely about just curling up with your vampire and watching the stars come out. He eventually goes and retrieves your extra clothes (he started keeping some with him after several phasing accidents) and you return to the Cullen household, where you mercilessly mock Emmett.

“How does it feel to lose to a wolf, cream puff?”

“(Y/n), I swear to God I’m gonna-”

You dash up the stairs, giggling wildly. Jasper follows behind slowly, tossing the bigger vampire a smug grin.

“Next time, you shouldn’t underestimate her.”

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This idea came to me at like midnight and I wrote down the idea and I love it. I hope you guys enjoyed it too!

[callme-holly]

Hi! Could you do Sodapop x a reader who adores her little dog? Like she loves lap dogs and has one of her own. If you can’t think of a fic you could do gang x !dog person reader?

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DARRY CURTIS:

Honestly, I can see Darry loving your dog. He knows you two are practically a package deal, and it doesn’t take long at all for your dog to fall in love with him. If your dog is a lap dog, I can just picture Darry and you sprawled out on the couch together, the dog sitting between you both.  The two of you will go on early morning dog walks together before he has to go to work, and then later on when he gets home. It’s like a little routine the two of you have fallen into. He also never complains when you spoil the dog; he’ll just shake his head fondly and let you get on with it. 

SODAPOP CURTIS:

When I tell you Soda might love your dog just as much as you do, I mean it. This boy is a dog person. He’ll play with them in the yard for hours, throwing balls, playing tug-of-war, and chasing them around. It’s a good way to get his energy out as well as the dog’s.  If your dog is a lap dog, no worries; Soda isn’t prone to cuddling up on the couch. It’ll just be the three of you cramped onto one small section, in a little pile, and y’all wouldn’t have it any other way. Its guaranteed that he’ll spoil the dog just as much as you do; he’ll bring back treats from the DX, and at dinner, he might slip a few scraps under the table. Needless to say, he is just as smitten as you.

PONYBOY CURTIS:

Pony might be a little unsure at first, but it won’t take long for him to warm up to your dog, and before you know it, he adores it. He will let the dog climb all over him, even if it means getting fur or slobbering over his clothes—he knows it makes the dog and you, in turn, happy.  If your dog is a lap dog, he will let it curl up with him on the couch whilst he reads. Sometimes, you might catch him absently scratching it’s ears or back. He’ll also sketch your pup on occasion and has quite a few pages in his sketchbook dedicated to the dog.  Going on walks together is something he loves and looks forward to. It just gives him another excuse to get out of the house for a little while.

JOHNNY CADE:

Johnny develops a soft spot for your dog from the first moment he meets them. He’s immediately kneeling down and fussing over them, giving them scratches and pats and receiving lots of licks in return. He will feel so comfortable around your dog, especially if they’re a lap dog. He’s more than happy to sit on the floor, the dog sprawled out across his legs as he played with their ears, running his fingers through their fur. He finds it incredibly comforting and grounding. Sometimes, you’ll catch him mumbling to your dog, telling them things he might not feel comfortable telling anyone else (me too).  He probably spoils your pup just as much as you do, but in his own quiet way. 

DALLAS WINSTON:

Dallas will be a little indifferent at first, shrugging off your dog’s attention and trying to push them away. But after you catch him sitting on your couch, the dog in his lap as he watches TV, you suspect he doesn't hate them as much as he lets on.  If the dog jumps in his lap while you're around, he’ll grumble and complain, but he’ll never actually push them off. He’ll pet them absentmindedly, scratching behind their ears, his tough exterior cracking slightly when the dog nudges him or wags their tail at him.  When he goes out, he’ll bring the dog along with him, especially if they’re big and tough. He’ll also make sure your dog is capable of protecting you if someone were to both of you. Dally doesn’t spoil your dog to the same extent as you, if at all, but he’ll still sneak scraps under the table or swipe a tennis ball to throw around halfheartedly.

STEVE RANDLE:

Steve is all about your dog the second he meets them, and he’s instantly smitten. You best believe that pup becomes his little partner in crime, going along everywhere with him. He knows how much they mean to you, so he’ll do everything he can to make sure they’re well looked after and taken care of. He’ll pick up food and treats from the DX to bring home and will go out of walks with you all the time. He matches their energy perfectly, always down to play fetch or tug-of-war with your dog, running around with them and chasing them around the yard. If they’re a lap dog, he’ll definitely let them sleep up on the bed with you both, giving them a designated spot at the foot of the mattress. He also brings them to work with him, especially when you can’t be home, letting them sit beside him whilst he works on a car.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS:

TwoBit falls in love with your dog almost instantly, and they instantly become his best friend. He fusses over them all the time, giving them scratches and pats and letting them jump all over him.  If your dog is a lap dog, Two is all for it. He’ll let them climb into his lap at any time, even if it means getting covered in fur. He’s always sneaking them little bits of food, no matter how many times you tell him not to, and before long your dog always knows to sit next to him at dinner.  He also loves taking them out on little adventures too, like wherever you both go on dates, it’s got to be somewhere dog-friendly. 

[anonymous-dentist]

POV: Loboier

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Moon!

His body hurts, but He is used to it by now.

He whines his way out of His House, shakes His fur out, stretches, and cries. He cries a lot. (But not loudly, because His Bobby is doing Human Work inside, and He doesn’t want to disturb him.)

Craning His neck back, he says hello to the Moon(!) with a howl.

“Salut, Loboier!” the Moon says back. “Bonne nuit!”

His tail wags. But His body hurts, so He lays down in the grass and closes His eyes. If He pretends hard enough, he can pretend that He is in the Woods with his Pack.

The breeze ruffles His fur. Maybe it’s actually His Spreen saying hi, but without his knife this time.

He growls at the thought. His Spreen… how evil!!

His eyes snap open as the Big House’s door opens.

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!

His Jaiden doesn’t even get a chance to say hello before she has Him on top of her licking her face and saying hello.

“Hey!” she smiles. She pets between His ears, juuuust right.

‘Hi!’ He says, barking loudly so she can hear him. ‘I love you!!’

His Jaiden is his favorite Jaiden. She built His House and she buys His Bones and she plays Ball with Him. She gives the BEST belly rubs!!

He bites her forearm gently. There! Wolf Jaiden!

But his Jaiden just laughs and says, “Nice try, but I’m already taken.”

Pain! Heartbreak!! Agony!!!

(Jaiden is a Jaiden. Not human, but Jaiden. So she can’t be a Wolf, but He still tries every Moon, anyway.)

Dejected, He lets His Jaiden down the stairs and into the yard. She goes to get a Ball, which is fine. It’s whatever. It’s fine.

His body hurts.

With a whine, He settles on His stomach and rests His head on His paws. He closes His eyes. Maybe His Spreen should’ve just finished the job. Letting Him go might have been crueler than letting Him die.

The door to the Big House opens again. He smells who comes out, and His tail wags a little in response- thump-thumping against the grass. But He doesn’t get up. He Hurts.

A cold, calloused hand settles in the fur on His back.

“Is he okay?” His Cellbit asks His Jaiden.

“Yeah, I think so,” she answers. “Sometimes this happens. It’s… complicated.”

His Cellbit hums in response. Grass crinkles as His Cellbit settles into it. He pets Him softly- so, so softly.

He cracks an eye open and looks up at His Cellbit.

Wow, He thinks. He’s beautiful.

The Moon casts His Cellbit’s hair silver. His Cellbit’s eyes almost seem to glow in the dark. Shadows make him look almost like a statue.

He shuffles in the grass until His head is resting on His Cellbit’s lap. His Cellbit’s other hand is also on his lap; He kisses it and wishes he could do that when he’s Human, too.

Quietly, He says, ‘I love you.’

He asks, ‘Do you love me?’

He says, ‘Because I love you. I love you a lot. CellbitCellbitCellboCellbit.’

His Cellbit laughs quietly and says, “I don’t speak wolf, guapito.”

That’s Him! His Cellbit’s Guapito!!

Suddenly much happier, He rolls onto His back and shows His belly to His Cellbit. And His Cellbit is sooooo smart! He starts rubbing His belly, and he’s soooooo cute!!

Smiling, He declares to the world, ‘I love My Cellbit!!’

The world disagrees, because the world doesn’t like His Cellbit, and because His Cellbit doesn’t like the world. But He doesn’t need the world’s approval. So long as He and His Cellbit like each other, that’s all He needs.

And one day when He turns His Cellbit into Wolf Cellbit, He’ll be able to tell His Cellbit EVERYTHING!!

But, for now, He settles for some more kisses and a smile. (He’s sure that His Cellbit understands, anyway.)

[trohpi]

Hiya ^^

I heard that you take one-shot requests with trans characters and so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with this...

I git the idea bc I just got my fcking period (suxks as a trans person) and needed some comfort so I thought trans!Sirius (ftm) having his period after hogwarts where he and Remus live together and he feels like sh!t because he's bleeding out and it's giving him dysphoria and then Remus takes care of him and makes him hot chocolate.

I'd rely appreciate it. Thank you so much <3

hello!! hope youre feeling better, periods can be tough ik. this will actually be my first request, sorry it took longer than expected. i hope i did your idea justice and that you enjoy <3

wolfstar w/ ftm sirius • 2.4k words • cw: periods, dysphoria

cross-posted to ao3

Sirius wakes to the sound of incessant meowing and a low ache in his gut. Bleary-eyed and sleepy as he is, he doesn’t even register the pain at first. He shifts under rumpled sheets, mid-morning sun flooding the room and blinding him. A ball of splotchy tri-coloured fur sits in the window sill, pawing at the glass and disrupting the blackout curtains Sirius insisted they have in the bedroom. Unwanted light filters through the window and he groans.

“Linette,” Sirius calls, voice thick and almost whiny with sleep. “What are you doing?”

She only meows again, tail twitching eagerly as she watches whatever it is that has caught her attention outside. Likely a bird or a squirrel, or perhaps one of the bunnies that moved into the backyard. Sirius huffs and moves to sit up, aiming to grab Linette and exile her to the living room, when a painfully familiar cramping of the abdomen hits him and Sirius’ mouth goes dry.

All remnants of sleep wash away in an instant, leaving him hyper-aware of every feeling, every minute sensation in his body. The incoming headache, the tight soreness of his lower muscles, and— Sirius discovers with a shudder as he shifts— the warm wetness of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Sirius mumbles, a sick feeling churning within. He quickly gets up, swallowing thickly at the small blood stain on the pale blue sheets. Moony just bought those, he thinks fuzzily, and suddenly he feels the urge to cry.

Sirius’ periods have always been irregular, no way to consistently track them, and it’s only gotten harder in the months since he’s started his masculinization potions. It's almost worse when he’s blindsided like this, wholly caught off guard by the onslaught of hormones and emotions. At least when he knows it’s coming, he can mentally prepare. This time, his walls were down, and now his mind buzzes as he stares at the stained sheets below.

He can’t handle this right now. He quickly looks away, resolving to deal with it later. Numbly, he scoops up a squirmy Linette from the window sill and makes his way out of the room.

Remus is curled up on the sofa, cup of too-sweet coffee cradled delicately in scarred fingers as he reads a book, the Muggle one his mother gave him when they moved in last month. He perks up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see Sirius in the hall entrance. The small, fond smile on his face quickly falls into a concerned frown when he sees the paleness of his face and tense line of his body.

Sirius’ breath hitches, a tangled mess of emotion swelling within him. He wants to not exist, and yet he wants so desperately for Remus to hold him, to cradle him just as delicately as he would the chipped porcelain mug he drinks from every morning.

Remus sits up, setting the well-loved mug aside as his book falls facedown on the cushion beside him. “Cariad?”

Sirius’ eyes well with tears, but they don’t fall. Sirius hates crying, has hated it since he was a child and his mother would punish him for it. Even now, nearly three years since he got out of that house, he can’t shake the urge to bottle everything up and hide.

Linette squirms in his arms again, dragging him back to reality. Sirius sniffles, letting her drop to the floor. The mostly-white calico wastes no time sprinting back to the bedroom, no doubt to meow at the window once more, but Sirius hardly pays attention to that. No, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend, who has already made his way over to him with an air of worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out but is unsure if that would be okay. It would be. Sirius craves his touch, always will.

Sirius reaches out and tangles their fingers together for him, squeezing harshly as if doing so will tether them together.

“There’s blood on the sheets,” he mutters, and the concern melts into understanding.

“That’s alright,” Remus says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll handle the bed, you go take a bath.”

Sirius immediately shakes his head. “No, Moony, you don’t have to—”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I want to do this for you.”

“But…” Sirius chews on his lip, looking away shamefully. “It’s gross, Rem.”

Remus reaches up and gently grips his chin, tilting his head up to make Sirius look at him. His hazel eyes are tender and reassuring, immediately making Sirius melt just a bit.

“How many times have you cleaned up blood from my sheets after a full moon, Sirius?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. That blood isn’t from… from down there.”

“It’s just blood, love,” Remus says patiently. “Doesn’t matter where it came from.”

He hesitates, chewing on his lip once more. On one hand, he thinks he’ll end up in a ball of tears if he tries to clean the sheets himself, but on the other hand, he can’t help but feel self-conscious. Despite having been together for close to two years, Remus hasn’t seen that yet. Sirius has made sure of it. Sure, he’s been there during his period— he’s cuddled him and helped fulfil his cravings and warmed up the Muggle heating pad Lily gave him in their fourth year— but he hasn’t actually seen the blood. Sirius’ dysphoric mind is convinced that he will be disgusted with Sirius and his body when he sees it, even if he knows that Remus would never.

“I can see you spiralling,” Remus mutters, running his thumb along the backs of the other man’s knuckles. Sirius sighs.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Sirius,” he says softly. “Let me help you, please?”

He swallows thickly and, before he can change his mind, says, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Remus repeats with a smile, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Now, go take a nice long bath, cariad. I’ll have your heating pad and a cuppa waiting for you when you’re done.”

Sirius hums, a warm feeling settling in his chest. “Switch the tea for a cup of that special hot chocolate your mother sent and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“A cup of mam’s hot chocolate it is, then,” Remus says easily and Sirius feels a small smile slip on his face, his first one all morning.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good.” The other man puts some space between them and before Sirius can even mourn the loss, he’s being gently shoved in the direction of the bathroom. “Now go. I’ll get your clothes too once you’re in the tub.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you, Moons.”

“Of course, love.”

And with that, Sirius moves down the hall and stops by their bedroom. He grabs his wand and some of his clothes— minus the fuzzy knit sweater, which is actually Remus’ and two sizes too big— and makes his way to the large, tiled bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a quiet snick and, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mirrors, he quickly casts blurring charms on them all. He usually doesn’t have to resort to such measures, rather comfortable in his body now that he’s been magically transitioning for over a year, but his periods always bring about a particular sense of discomfort regarding his appearance.

Trying his best not to let his thoughts drift negatively, he strips off his bloodied clothes and sends them to the laundry hamper in their bedroom with a flick of his wand.

The water is warm and relaxing when he sinks into the tub, soothing aches he didn’t even realise he had. Sirius sighs, letting his head fall back against the tile and his eyes fall shut.

Sirius had almost thought that he was done with periods. He hasn’t bled in months, and he had just started getting his hopes up that the potions had finally stopped his cycle as they were meant to, but no. He feels a bit defeated, if he’s being honest with himself. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle this on his own.

But you’re not on your own, a voice in his head reminds him as he begins to clean himself.

And the thing is, the voice is right. He has Remus.

Sirius has always had trouble seeking help from others, most especially those he’s close to. It always sparks a sense of shame. Maybe his mother moulded that into him, or maybe he was always like this. Whatever the reason, he struggles.

Remus tells him it’s okay to need help sometimes. Sirius knows that, logically. He’s been on the receiving end of that request more times than he can count for Remus— in the days leading up to and following the full moon he needs all the help he can get. He also knows that if someone cares about you, they won’t mind lending a hand when you need it. It just takes some getting used to, Sirius supposes. The care, the support, the concern.

He is getting used to it, slowly but surely. Has to, when he lives with Remus Lupin of all people. His tall, scarred, mean-looking werewolf boyfriend is actually the softest and most loving person he has ever met, and he refuses to let Sirius get away with shutting him out.

Sirius loves him even more for it.

Only a couple minutes later finds him dripping onto the bath mat, towel wrapped tightly around his waist as pink-tinged water swirls down the drain. He quickly pulls on Remus’ sweater and begins rummaging through the cabinets, searching for his cloth pads. He finds one buried underneath a pile of hair scrunchies and he places the pad in his boxers, securing it with a light sticking charm just so he doesn’t have to worry or think about it.

He tugs on his baggy sweatpants with a wince, lower muscles cramping in protest at the lack of soothing warmth now that he’s left the bath. It’s not quite bad enough to need a pain relieving potion just yet, especially not before he’s got his hands on his heating pad, but he can already tell this one will be rough.

At least he’ll have Remus to help him through it, even if he has to force Sirius to let him do so.

Sirius feels a bit like a wet cat as his damp curls drip onto the muted orange sweater he stole borrowed. He quickly grabs his abandoned wand off the counter and casts a quick drying spell, feeling the weight disappear off his head as his curls become light and bouncy once more. With a huff of satisfaction, he slips his wand into his pocket and opens the bathroom door to leave. Immediately, he hears a pleased mrrrp followed by Linette darting between his legs, purring and rubbing all the while. He chuckles, bending over to scratch at her cheeks.

“Finally more interested in me than the birds outside the window, huh, ma pépette?”

Linette purrs even louder in reply, rubbing so aggressively against his hands that she nearly stabs herself in the eye with his fingers. Sirius snorts inelegantly and scoops her up, letting her perch herself comfortably on his shoulder before he finally steps out of the bathroom.

Immediately he can smell the faintest hint of chocolate and nutmeg wafting from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles in his chest as he shuffles into the living room. On the sofa sits the quilt Effie gifted them when they moved in, Sirius’ heating pad folded with care on his seat. Gentle music plays from the wireless and he has to bite back a soft smile. Merlin, he loves this man.

“Have a nice bath, love?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, two steaming mugs held in his hands. Linette chirps happily at the sight of him, and Sirius privately agrees.

“It was alright,” he hums lightly. “S’that for me?”

“Ah, no, actually. Figured I’d get two hot chocolates all to myself while my poor, sweet boyfriend wastes away on the couch all by himself.”

“How utterly cruel of you, Moons. I’m heartbroken.”

Remus snickers. “Go sit down, Pads.”

“Mm, alright.”

Sirius plops down on the couch, jostling Linette whose tail flicks in displeasure, and burrows under the cosy red quilt. Before Sirius can even think to do it himself, Remus has set the mugs down on the end table and grabbed the heating pad.

“Rem, I can—”

“No, I’ve got it,” he reassures. “Drink your hot chocolate, I’ll set this up.”

“If you say so,” Sirius says a bit reluctantly.

Linette drops off his shoulder onto the couch cushion next to him as he reaches for one of the mugs.

The first sip is heaven, always is. Hope Lupin’s hot chocolate recipe is a gift from Merlin himself.

“Godric, this is fantastic,” Sirius groans delightedly. Remus chuckles as he plugs in the heating pad.

“Isn’t it?”

“Tell your mother she’s a saint for me next time you phone her.”

“‘Course, Pads,” Remus says as he walks back over, careful to avoid tripping on the cord. Linette hops down and starts smelling it curiously.

“C’mon, baban, leave it alone,” he chides while batting her away gently.

“Aw, leave her be, Remus! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could chew on the cord and be electrocuted,” he deadpans. Sirius blinks.

“Right. Forgot Muggle technology is utterly terrifying. Carry on, then.”

Remus snorts and picks her up, setting her on Sirius’ lap which has already started to warm up. She purrs, cuddling into the heat and closing her eyes contentedly. Sirius runs a hand through her fur while he takes another sip from his mug. A weight settles next to him on the couch as Remus cuddles up to his side, reaching over him to grab his own hot chocolate from the end table.

Sirius hums happily, tilting his body into Remus’ and melting against the cushions. A little peck on his temple makes a soft grin slide on his face and he lets his eyes fall shut.

“Thank you for this, Moons.”

A hand reaches out to tangle with his own, squeezing gently but firm. “Of course, cariad. You mean the world to me.”

“You do, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, you know.”

Remus hums, pressing another kiss to his head before he says softly, “Well, good thing you don’t have to, then.”

[shalomniscient]

sev thank you for responding to my ask last time i love yukong too shes one of my favs <3 so like i thought about this before i went to sleep some fluff of my fav women yukong: her head is on your lap, and you're in your room, sunlight flitting through the curtains as you clean her fox ears with a fluffy ear pick. she purrs and her tail twitches slightly at the sensation, and she rubs her face against your palm when you scratch the base of her ears. shes fierce and stern at work, but on the weekends, she unwinds once in a while, showing this side to you and you only. "work has been so stressful. thank you," yukong whispers. she reminds you of a kitten as she curls up in your lap, and you cant help but place a soft kiss on her nose. her nose scrunches up adorably, and you let out a tinkling laugh as you run your fingers through the fur of her tail. natasha: "you idiot," natasha reprimands, but you can still hear the love in her voice. you feel her soft hands through the latex gloves as she takes her time to dress the wound on your back. as she cleans the gash with an antiseptic, you gasp as it stings horribly, but the pain subsides as natasha places apologetic kisses all over your bare skin. you know her well enough to understand what shes trying to tell you, to be brave, that she loves you, and to never, ever get into danger again. himeko: you melt as fingers massage your scalp in all the right ways, because youve been with himeko for as long as you can remember, and she knows every single way to make you feel good. himeko hums as she washes your hair with her shampoo, and you sigh as you catch the scent of it. it smells like roses. it smells like her, like home. home is where himeko is, and wherever she goes, you follow. youve travelled on the astral express with her, through worlds, through galaxies, and you would easily do it again in a heartbeat. "thank you for staying by my side," himeko murmurs, and you lean back against her, eyes closed, as she rinses the shampoo out of your hair.

kafka: her front is pressed against your back, one of her hands is wrapped around your waist, the other on top of your right as she teaches you how to hold a bow properly. her head resting against your shoulder, she moves her hands with yours, placing the bow on the violin strings as you struggle to play a note. you grimace as the violin lets out a shriek, but kafka chuckles, "look, youre a natural."

rmb to rest well! yours, cookie anon <3

🍪 the way you are holding up the fluff economy on this blog LANJXMDOSKS this is so cute 🥺🥺🥺

ear care with yukong….. SHDJKDKDDKKD i feel like that could be such an intimate activity among foxians? like grooming is with cats. usually it’s something reserved for family members, but yukong loves and trusts you enough to let you care for a comb her ears and tail 🥺🥺🥺 it’s so relaxing for her and she just absolutely melts into the bed 😭😭😭 someone show this senior citizen some love frfr

AAAAA TASHA 🥺🥺🥺 she’s so overworked but she’ll always have time for you, you’re always her top priority. seeing you in pain hurts her too, so she always wants to take care of you. but if you keep getting hurt like this she’s gonna have to go out with you on patrol 😤😤😤 nobody wants to mess with the doctor with a rocket launcher after all LMAO

this ‘meko is similar to one i wrote before !!! not sure if it was you who requested it but bathing with himeko is so 💕💕💕 she’s SO good with her hands which is beneficial in other ways but also she gives KILLER massages… by the time she’s done massaging the shampoo into your hair and scalp it feels like you’ve ascended LMAO if she’s massaging other parts of your body it feels just as good. good luck moving later because it’ll feel like she massaged all the tension out of your body so you can’t move 😌😌😌

AAAAAAA LEARNING VIOLIN WITH KAF ??? i think she’ll appreciate if you really do put in the effort, even if you’re not that good at it. it shows that you care about what she cares about and it makes her killer heart flutter 💕💕💕 she’s such a patient teacher too, she doesn’t snap when you get something wrong, instead guiding you to the right way. her PRAISING also helps… like she’d be running her mouth the whole damn time, telling you how well you’re doing and how maybe one day the both of you could play a duet….. she’s so down bad for you it’s CRAZY

[erenyeagerssgf]

streamer!silver wolf as your gf

♡ characters: silver wolf

♡ contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, hcs, not proofread

♡ a/n: this inspired me to write again after a long time. i love silver wolf sm and i don't see enough content for her, so here's my piece! requests are closed, but suggestions are welcomed!

silver wolf definitely lives in a house with blade & kafka

they are also probably content creators or something

kafka is kind of her manager because she could care less about pr and sponsors, she just wants to play games!

has a really cool set up (best equipment only) and room but it's messy

always looks for cheats/funny glitches in every game (she gets genuinely amused by it💀)

silver wolf definitely gets so invested with what she's doing that she forgets to eat & drink water when she streams

you've probably encouraged chat to make sure they remind her of water breaks & sometimes you come in with food you've made her

always chewing pink bubblegum tho

silver wolf's membership/special streams are her teaching viewers how to code

i feel like she makes song covers once in a blue moon

she has a nice voice and she knows it, it's just too much work to record the vocals, find an instrumental, and all that!

on another note, she makes u playlists <3

i hc she listens to punk music (punklorde duh) & hyperpop

oh and she def gets u guys matching items! a fur tail keychain (which she attaches to her belt most of the time) & scrunchies/hair accessories

back to streaming, silver wolf's a master at rhythm games (she eats proseka players up)

definitely on leaderboards

hasn't really considered entering a pro gaming tournament, but you encourage her because she's just so good!

silver wolf is a bit hesitant to have you on her streams, but when you are, she LOVES playing games with you

you guys coop stardew valley & are married in game for sure <3

just like she did to the trailblazer, she will force you to pull for characters you probably don't even want

lowkey encourages you to make bad decisions in game, you get so frustrated and she thinks it's sooo funny

she makes up for it though when you're offline

you'll find this really rare item and look at it like ??? when did i get this?

when silver wolf gets tired on stream, she cuddles herself up in the blanket you got her so she could be more comfy <3

her viewers thinks it's so cute omg

she definitely makes fun of the people in chat that are down bad for her, she only wants your affection🙄

as a joke her viewers probs make really "cringy" thirst trap video edits of her (sometimes with you) and she likes to react to them on stream

silver wolf is pretty expressionless most of the time, but she cracks a smile and a few chuckles at the edits, they're too amusing to not laugh at

you've probably saved some edits of her on your phone though👀

randomly goes through your phone one day & is like wtf??? there's a whole album of edits dedicated to me??

actually gets a bit flustered & cuddles with you later <3

omg yk how she likes to pinch cute things? she ALWAYS pinches your cheeks or other parts of your body

ugh i love her <3

unfortunately, i’m giving up the layout i had with the pictures. tumblr just won’t let me format my posts the way i want it to😔 enjoy!!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Who warms your soul

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 21

Prompt: Snow

Rated: M

CW: nudity, sexual innuendo; monsterfucking (implied)

Tags: Fantasy AU; King!Steve; Dragon!Eddie; established relationship; soul bond; bathing together

Notes: Set in the same universe as Hic sunt dracones.

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Winters in the kingdom of Hawkins are harsh - especially around the solstice, when the nights are longest and the sun a pale and weak thing. Whoever can stay inside does, huddling close to the fireplaces. 

Which is why one morning, some five months into his reign as king, Steve is surprised to wake up to voices and laughter wafting up from the castle grounds. His first thought as he pokes his head from the blankets is that it's way too bright outside, and for one panicked moment he thinks he overslept. Then his vision swims into focus and it clicks. 

"Snow!" 

He rushes over to the balcony, but it's covered in a thin white blanket and he flinches back as soon as his naked toes make contact. Down in the courtyard, a small crowd is already gathering, scooping up snowballs. 

Steve whips around, smile wide and giddy.

"Eddie, look, it snowed!" 

Dark eyes glare back at him from under a cocoon of furs and blankets. A black, scaled tail is poking out at the other end, swishing annoyedly. 

"Beautiful," his mate deadpans. "Fantastic, even. Now come back here." 

The laugh that has been building in Steve's chest bubbles out. 

"Aw," he coos, crawls back into the nest and peels the blankets from Eddie’s face. "Is the big, bad dragon scared of a little snow?"

"'m not scared," Eddie reluctantly lets himself be coaxed from the nest with kisses and caresses. "Don't like it. It's just frozen water, what's so great about it? It's cold, wet, sticky, it gets everywhere…"

"Clothes might help with that."

Eddie scowls at him. Steve can feel how their soul bond quivers with his own mirth. Finally, his dragon groans. 

"You really wanna go out there, don't you?" 

Steve is already shrugging into his warmest clothes. 

"Yup. There's always a big snowball fight on the first day of snow. I was never allowed, but this year I'm so in!" 

"Shame your parents are dead," Eddie grumbles as he trails after him into the castle halls. "I feel like killing them all over again, simply for putting me through this." 

*

They've hardly entered the courtyard when the first snowball bursts against the side of Steve’s head. He yelps and laughs while bits of it get stuck in his hair and under his collar. Eddie actually hisses and shrinks back against the wall, where Joyce is watching the mayhem with a fond smile. Steve gapes at him in mock-affront, but whips around when another projectile hits his back. 

"Got him," Dustin cheers from somewhere, then ducks for cover behind the nearest wall.

"Oh, you're dead," Steve growls, grabbing a fistful of snow as he goes. His fingers sting and go numb with it. It feels glorious. Like freedom and being alive.

"Yeah?" Robin pokes her head out from a snow palisade. Her face is flushed, eyes manic with glee. "You'll have to get us first, dingus!" 

The kids shriek and wrestle her back to safety. Her smile is so wide it looks painful, and his heart swells with the knowledge that it matches his own. He loves her, loves all of them so fucking much. He's grateful every day to have them all here. Safe and warm and together. 

Home. 

His gaze flies across the courtyard, guided by the invisible tether that is the bond. Eddie is talking about something or other with Joyce, wings furled tightly around himself, shoulders drawn almost to his ears - but when their gazes lock, his eyes light up and the connection glows with warmth, in spite of the cold.

And then another snowball hits him in the chest and he spends the better part of the morning chasing Robin around the courtyard to get his revenge. 

*

"You want me to what?"

Eddie wrinkles his nose at the steaming water like it's something gross. 

Steve laughs and splashes him with his foot. 

"Come in with me. Nothing like a nice, hot bath after a snowy day. It'll chase the cold right from your bones." 

Eddie bristles. "I'm a dragon, I don't get cold bones. What does that even mean?" 

"You sure?" Steve cocks an eyebrow and stretches, lets the candlelight glisten of wet, flushed skin. Eddie’s eyes flash gold and the bond shivers with desire. "Because right now, you seem more like a disgruntled cat, getting scared of a little-" 

He doesn’t get any further. There's a snarl, and a splash, and then he's faintly aware of water sloshing to the floor as he's crowded against the wall of the tub and kissed breathless. 

They stay like that for a while, trading breath and touch and whispers, and Eddie actually lets himself be wrestled into position for a backrub. Steve grins as he starts to purr softly. He really is like an oversized cat, sometimes.

"'m not." 

Steve chuckles, hands wandering down, to the scar tissue at the base of his dragon's tail. Eddie shudders and melts into the touch.

"Good?"

A blissful huff, bodies slotting together in the hot water. "Always so good to me, my king." 

Steve sighs, rests his forehead against a scaled shoulder. 

“Thank you.” 

For finding me, for saving me. For the sacrifices you make for me. For putting up with the dark and the wet and the cold, all for my sake.

Eddie hums and twists around so that he can pull Steve into his lap.

“You were the one who found me though, my love. And what’s a bit of snow when you get to be with the one who warms your soul?”

Steve is about to protest, but Eddie kisses the bite mark on his shoulder, and his hands slide down, and he forgets what he was going to say.

“And now,” his dragon mumbles over the sound of his first moan, “let’s get you out of this tub and into our nest. I can think of a million other ways to chase the cold from your bones.” 

I've always hc'd dragon Eddie as hating snow. 😅 This is before he re-learns how to fly - in the winters after, he defo snatches Steve off to somewhere warmer for a few days at least. 💕

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[newtonsheffield]

Morning Molly, take good care of that throat please. Faking a little COVID is not the worst thing ever.

I'm afraid I'm in the need of an expansion of the «one of us has to be the viscount» of Newtie attending the meetings, controlling the lands and taking tea with visitora. What a busy agenda

Okay! Let’s do this. Newton being the backbone of Bridgerton House. He’s got a lot to do

His life was so good now. Newton had to admit, he’d been very sceptical when his Kate had dragged him onto that bobbing, water bound, nightmare. But England was nice, for the most part. Sure, the ground was a lot colder on his paws and he wasn’t quite in love with the way the rain sat on his fur and he didn’t look as handsome when he was drenched, but it had it’s moments.

Kate had been sad, for a little while, He hadn’t liked that. He hadn’t liked the way she’d smiled when everyone was looking at her and the moment they turned away her face fell. He had been all she’d had in those moments. He’s curled up beside her on the bed and pressed his nose to his neck while she’d clutched his fur and her shoulders heaved. He had been there for her, hadn’t left her side while she’d slept those days away, so still he had thought she might never wake up. And then came Anthony.

Newton had taken one look at the man and huffed. Ludicrous. He had rolled his eyes and let the growl build in his chest.

Well, you can just keep your paws to yourself. Looking at my Mama like that. Shame.

It had only gotten worse. And then one day, Kate sat with him, her hands running through his fur the way that made his tail wag.

“Anthony asked me to marry him yesterday, little one.”

Well, I’m not living with him, Kate. I’m not.

“I’ll be so happy with him.” There was a smile on her face that made him feel guilty for putting his paw down. “He loves me and I love him. And you’ll like living at Bridgerton House.”

Newton Huffed, I don’t think so.

“And we can go back to the country. We can go to Aubrey Hall.”

It was okay, there. Newton whined.

“And you’ll have the children to play with.”

They might give me sweets I suppose. Newton sighed, I suppose if you’ll be happy then I’ll be happy.

And truly, it was nice to see Kate happy. Even if it was with Anthony. And he liked the plush carpets of Bridgerton House, he liked his bed and he liked Gregory and Hyacinth chasing him around. The only problem was Anthony.

The man was absolutely useless. Truly. Didn’t do a single thing. Not a day goes by that Newton didn’t have to step in and do something for him. Every day started the same.

Newton’s eyes opened slowly, groaning as he stretched. He rolled his eyes as Kate giggled from the bed and made his way downstairs.

Starting the day Late again, Anthony. Newton tutted as he hopped downstairs, following the scents from the kitchens. Ooo Sausages this morning, Perfect. Morning Clara!

“There he is.” Clara Hummed, stopping to scratch between his ears. “Are you hungry?”

I’m starving! Newton yipped, wagging his tail. I’ve got a lot on today.

He polished off his breakfast and sighed as he made his way through the breakfast room, where the family would be waiting for him. I’m here. I’m here, don’t worry.

Newton looked around rolling his eyes when he noticed Anthony was still shirking his responsibilities upstairs with Kate. He waited for someone to fill his bowl for second breakfast, accepting a scratch on the head from Anthony’s Mama and then his brother Benedict.

Your Son is keeping my Mama from her breakfast.

“You’re such a sweet boy aren’t you?” Anthony’s Mama hummed.

I am Violet, Yes. I’ve got a lot on my schedule today, I’m going to bother Katie.

He met Kate on the stairs, she and Anthony giggling as they made their way down and Newton bristled as Kate crouched in front of him.

“There he is.”

Ugh You smell like Anthony. He just has to ruin everything for me.

“Newton, Good morning.”

Newton Huffed as he looked at Anthony. When you’re ready, I’m ready for my walk, one of us to greet the people.

He and Katie and Anthony, unfortunately, took their walk in the park every day and Newton made it his business to greet everyone while Anthony distracted Kate, whispering in her ear and winking at her like an absolute Harlot.

We’re walking Anthony! Please!

They made their way home and Newton made himself comfortable on the sofa next to Hyacinth and Kate while Francesca’s gentlemen came to visit and Anthony lounged around.

He leaned over the sofa, tugging on Hyacinth’s hair with a stupid smile on his face while he nudged Newton.

“Newton, go and bite that man’s breeches.”

Newton sighed while Kate scoffed. “He’s not going to do that, He’s a good boy.”

Do it yourself! Newton harrumphed. I’m trying to have a nap! One of us has been busy today, Anthony!

“Go on, just a little nibble.”

Newton sighed as a knock sounded at the Front door and he leapt down fro the sofa to greet the new guest muttering as he left Lord, I just have to do absolutely everything in this place.

[harrysmimi]

Grocery Shopping

Coffee And Pancakes series P9

Synopsis: Harry and YN being domestic

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"Look at him!" YN cooed, watching their new kitten walk out of his carrier.

"He seems a bit hesitant." Harry pointed out.

"He'll get used to it." YN shrugged. It was just today that they got to go pick up their little fur baby. It was love at first sight case with YN and the kitten as he wouldn't leave her. Even now he was waddling upto her. "Look at his little bum!" YN laughed watching his tail up as he walked upto her making Harry giggle as well.

"He's quite fond of you, isn't he?" Harry said, "I don't blame him though."

Harry teased her how men would hit on her randomly, whether it's at the grocery shop or at her cafe. Or even her Turkish neighbour. He didn't mind it because, one, he trusts her and two, it pisses her off and he finds her very adorable with her puffy angry face.

YN was lied om the floor om their bedroom as the kitten approached her, climbing onto her stomach he made his way to her chest lied down and curled up to a ball purring the loudest. "I'm gonna cry. Harry!" She whisper screamed making her Fiancé laugh.

"Why do I think he's gonna steal you from me?" He lied down next to her petting the small animal with his pointer finger.

"Probably the only man I'm gonna gush over after you." She commented, her eyes teary. "I've always wanted a kitten, thank you for agreeing to get one Haz!"

"Awh, love!" He snuggled his nose in her hair. "He's very adorable!"

"He is!" She cooed. "I wanna give him a house tour but I don't wanna get up and ruin his sleep!" And she sobbed quietly.

"Okay... You're gonna cry all day, aren't you?" He found her very adorable in that moment, "aren't you going be up for lunch?"

"I can't. I am now obliged to stay here."

"Yeah? Mr. McKitty have you obliged to stay on the ground as his royal highness naps away?" He poked fun at her.

"Oh for god sake we're not naming him McKitty!" YN rolled her eyes.

"Why? It goes with McFish, doesn't it?" He teased.

"Leave us alone!" She whined crying, "you're just going to poke fun at me all day."

"You're going to forget me for another boy? I see how it is now." His faux offence had her giggling. "All jokes aside, do you have a name for him?"

"Oh, I kinda wanna name him Loki!"

"Loki?" He looked at her confusedly, "I thought you'd say Eros or Star Fox!"

"No, I wanted a cat named Loki since the first Thor movie came out." YN explained. Watching the cat get off her and plop down on the cold floor on the soave in between her and Harry. He was already playing when they went to go pick him up and had tired himself up so he was napping now, comfortably enough. "My dad didn't wanted pets at home so I never got one. Though, I used to sneak in stray cats and feed them all the time."

"You have one now." He was admiring the little feline too.

The little kitten was asleep curled up in a ball with his tail tucked under his bum, paws all tucked in under his chin. With his baby pink nose on display. He was the one they ended up picking because the kitten took liking towards both them, he seem weirdly comfortable enough already to nap on the floor in middle of the room.

"He looks like you." YN spoke after a second of complete silence.

"How so?"

"He's got green eyes and pink nose." YN went onto to point out the features. "...and he's white."

He laughed adding, "I must have forgotten giving birth to him."

"You're weird sometimes."

He giggled. "Do you want to name him Loki?"

"He's yours too, Harry, do you have any suggestions?"

"I quite like the name." He said, "it suits him for some reason. I believe anytime he'd ask us to Kneel in front of him." YN laughed at that, though she sensed a but coming up.

"But..." He raised up his pointer finger in air, "he looks like a Milo to me. I don't know, he just does."

YN looked at the kitten plopped on his tummy with his back paws played out out a bunny, napping away on the cold floor. He does look like a Milo to her too now that Harry has pointed it out.

"Yeah!" She sighed, "we can name him Milo and we can get one more and name him Loki!"

"Baby, we just got him." He sighed, "in two years or so, yeah?"

"Maybe in next Six months?" She negotiated.

"Two years."

"Eight months?"

"A year and half..."

"Ten months and two days?" That made him chuckle.

"A year." He made a deal.

"Deal!" She agreed.

Milo Styles was officially part of their family now!

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Next day, Milo was settling in quite well. He used his litter box twice but had an accident this morning which is fine. He's a wee little baby he'll learn. He slept in his carrier all night which had a blanket Harry bought for him and a toy which his previous gave them. He already knew a few tricks, like to roll over and fetch.

He keeps trying to trip Harry over for some reason since this morning, having YN fangirl over everything he does. She had him placed in the pocket of her robe as he napped and she prepared for breakfast with her Fiancé.

"Baby we need to go grocery shopping." Harry announced closing the fridge door getting out the last carton of eggs.

"We can go after breakfast?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He agreed.

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Later that day YN and Harry headed to the grocery store, but YN realised they forgot the reusable bags so she ran upstairs quickly to fetch them whilst he got his car out front.

"Hello YN." Deniz, YN's neighbour greeted her by the lift as she was waiting for it with reusable grocery bags in her hands. She was responding to Brielle complaining about how fucking messed up faux contractions are over the trio's group chat. Her choice of memes to describe her misery had YN giggling.

"Hi." She smiled politely.

"How have you been, haven't seen you around that much?"

"Oh I was away for the weekend and work's been a little hectic." She explained, "I got engaged, so I'm really good. How about you? Your roommate said a couple of weeks ago that you went back home when I went to return your plate." Just when she finished her talk the lift door ding open, both of them got in to go the basement parking.

"Yeah, my grandmother was sick so I had to go visit. She passed." The blue eyed man shared. "I'm coping quite well since yesterday."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that!" YN cooed, "how is your family doing then?"

"They're doing fine." He shared and in no time they were in basement. YN waved him bye before jogging her way to her Fiancé.

"Was that Deniz?" Harry asked, "haven't seen him around."

"Yeah, remember his roommate said that he was visiting his parents in Turkey? He said his grandmother was sick and she passed." YN shared.

"Awh! That's sad." Harry cooed. He pulled out of parking lot and drove to the grocery store.

"Do you have the list?" YN asked peeping into Harry phone. He had the list pulled up on the notes app with the things they needed to get this week.

"Mhmm, we can start with the fruit and veggie aisle?"

"I say we start with the snack aisle and go to veggies last." She smiled cheekily, "we don't want veggies to go bad whilst we walk around, do we?"

"Cheeky! Come on." He followed her as she pushed the trolley with her.

"One more bag! It's different flavour!" She whined for another family pack of Lays chips.

"Baby remember you can't eat processed food?" He reminded, "you get the blue packet or the yellow one."

"But it's Indian Masala Harry, you can't handle that!"

"I don't eat that anyway love." He shrugged.

"You're annoying." She huffed and switched out the packets and walked ahead of him. "No, no, no, no we gotta eat healthy!"

"These are protein bars."

"No, no, no put tem back. Put them back." She shook her head. He just held back his laugh and snuck in a few in the trolley anyway. He makes sure she has one on herself all the time as she sometimes get's too distracted at work that she somehow forgets to eat.

Both of them mostly had fun at the grocery store, weird but it was true. No one spots him at the store or they just don't care enough. But he saw a trio of his fans at the store taking a few sneaky pictures of him. He asked YN to split up so they can wind up early before a potential mod of his fans gather by the store if those people post the update in that moment. It was a weekend.

He picked out a few fruits whilst YN was just six feet away from him picking up veggies. She cooks most of the time or is incharge of everything, Harry can only make simple pasta dishes. But he is learning, okay!

Last night he made lasagna for dinner in his own!

YN always wondered how he ate properly and healthy food when he couldn't cook anything but pasta. She seems to forget he's (or used to be) on tour most of the time and he's actually rich as hell and heaven that he had hired personal chef coming up to his place to prepare his meals, or he just popped at his mum's or sister's. He's been humbled since he met her, he said.

"Hello love." YN was approached by a man, she glanced at him briefly being spooked for a second. Chose to ignore the man. "I needed help picking from these big aubergines." He was stood merely five inches away from her. Same about her height just a little taller and bulkier build enough have her intimidated and disgusted.

Ew!

EW!

"I don't know if I can help, sorry." YN walked a few steps away from him, picking up Tomatoes and bagging them. She looked over her shoulder to look for Harry who had his back facing her picking out the most perfect looking apples he could. He's been wanting to make a fruit salad for the longest. But that man made her really uncomfortable there. He stood next to her picking up carrots and cucumbers, seeing that he actually tried to touch her hand picking a carrot next to the tomato she was reaching for. She felt his gaze burning into her skin.

Not wanting to tell him off like she did once ages ago and almost got herself hurt, she hurried up with what she was doing so she could go fetch her Fiancé to accompany her. With her hands full of little bags of veggies she went back to Harry not knowing what to do.

"Harry!" She plopped the bags in the trolley and stood close to him, holding onto his arm.

"You alright, darling?" He enquired seeing her so anxious out of nowhere.

"Don't look, but that man there really made me uncomfortable." She shared whispering, "we still need to get onions and potatoes for your soup that you wanted to make tonight, he's stood right there." But he looked over and spotted the man stood there.

"Did he tried to do something?"

"He tried to touch my hand, but let's just not make a scene get our stuff and leave, please?" She requested knowing he would make a complain to have the man thrown out of the store.

YN wouldn't mind that but she goes to the same store even when Harry is not home. Once she almost got herself (god forbid) abducted from the parking lot when she politely declined to help a man load his car with groceries. It was back when she had just moved with Brielle and her mum, making a short trip after classes to get some stuff make something to surprise her friend for her birthday.

"Okay," Harry nodded and walked with her to the aisle and picked up everything they needed from that section. "Baked goods!"

"We passed it two times!" She whined, already tired of walking. He walked behind her close by.

"We're almost done here." He announced, "do you want to get icecream on the way home?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded. "Oh I also need pads and stuff."

"Already got 'em." He had her caged in between the shopping cart and him, his hands rested on the handle bar on either sides on her as they walked. She read him the list and checked things off as he placed each item in the cart.

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In the car park, loading the boot with their grocery YN heard Harry sigh.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't look behind, there are people taking pictures of us."

"Oh!" She sounded nervously, almost dropping the egg carton but he caught it.

"Careful, baby." He giggled, "it's ok—" he was interrupted by someone tugging at the hem of his shirt.

It was a little eight year old girl. She looked nervous het happy as she looked up at Harry with her big brown eyes. "Hi Harry!"

"Hello love." Harry greeted her.

"I, I am here with my Mummy. Can you please sign this for me?" She held out her Hello Kitty diary and unicorn pen towards him. She also had a unicorn bag pack. Harry looked at the direction she pointed out, two cars away was stood her mother.

"Sure," Harry crouched to match her height, "what's your name?"

"Ellie." She announced, "I love your music. Mummy took me to see you last time."

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement, "did you had fun? Was I a good performer?"

"Mhmm, I really love Adore You, it's my favourite song. Especially the fishie!" She held out a hand, her thumb and forefinger held close to one another to show how little she thinks the fish in the music video is.

"You love fishes, huh? It's my favourite too. We've got a fish too, haven't we YN?" He was still busy writing a note to her.

"Yeah!" YN nodded.

"Thank you!" Ellie smiled taking back her diary and pen from Harry.

"Can I give you a hug?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Ellie launched herself at him with a bear hug, he hugged her back. The little girl proceeded to give YN a brief hug too before she was running off to her mother waving bye to Harry.

"She was cute!" Harry cooed.

It warmed YN's heart to see him interact with babies and little kids. She haven't yet gotten over the time of Brielle's baby shower day when both of them hung put with her little nephew all day. The boy was very much infatuated by Harry but he still preferred YN more. She can only imagine how he'd be with their own little one.

"What you thinking about, darling?" Harry caught her attention when he shut the back door of the car closed.

"Nothing." YN shook her head, "I'd say we go on an impromptu picnic but we have to put the produce away in the fridge."

"Hmm, we can do that." He agreed, went to open the passenger side door for her. "We can go tomorrow, yeah?"

"Okay." YN got in the car, mumbling a little thank you to him.

"Also, we need to put together a decoration set up. I'll let you pick that 'cause I picked the venue." He shared once he was in driver's seat.

"Oh, how kind of you, sir!" YN gasped in faux surprise.

"We can make a Pinterest board." He suggested, earning an excited laugh from her. He drove back home readying himself to drown in deep waters of what pinterest is.

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N O T E :

This is just a filler chapter, plus introduction to His Royal Highness Milo YLN-Styles, brother of His Royal Highness McFish.

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[cruesuffix]

70's kitty Mick with his little mustache I can't AAUGGGHHHH!!!!

Give him all the scratches and pets!!!!

Wait what if they actually stayed together? What if she was there when he changed his look? Imagine him coming home and jumpscaring his wife because suddenly he doesn't have a mustache anymore and his hair/fur is black and he has bangs. Or maybe she just walks in on him cutting/dyeing his hair in the bathroom and she just stares in shock...

Anyways we love ginger kitty!!! He gets all the kisses!!

starting to grow very fond of little 70’s orange cat!mick because of you anon thank you so much for that!!!

(omg btw do you know how some cats have different colour fur on/near their lips sometimes?? that’s kinda like micks moustache during that time!!)

also awww i love the idea of them staying together tbh! maybe micks been away for a really long time, maybe he was on tour with one of his bands and had to be away for a while. so, sharons just patiently waiting for him to come back, missing her little orange kitty so bad. then, he finally comes back, and as soon as he opens the door she’s running to him. he’d walk in, leather jacket on, sunglasses still on and black hair/fur and ears + tail newly dyed blue-black. at first she doesn’t notice the change, cause she’s too busy hugging him and telling him how much she and the kids missed him. and then she looks up and gasps. she nearly pushes him away! that’s how much he accidentally scared her.

she’s automatically pouting and playfully scolding him about the new look. he tries to explain to her why exactly he changed it up, but all she can do is whine about no longer being able to feel his moustache tickle her lips when they kiss. all she can do is just stare at him cause… that’s not her husband!! it would take her quite a while to get used to it. like… he looks like a totally different person, and maybe she’d occasionally make jokes about her husband being replaced by a crazy rocker!

but it would be even funnier if he dyed his hair/fur at home. maybe he forgets to close the door while he’s doing it and sharon happens to walk by. as soon as she sees what he’s doing she freezes. she can’t help but walk in and immediately ask him what he’s doing. he stops and looks at her all sheepishly and goes, “i don’t know… i needed a change?” she tries not to show how sad she is cause… well, she liked her little orange kitty the way he was. still, she’d encourage him, maybe even help him cut his bangs. and then he shaves off his moustache and she’s trying not to laugh. ofc mick would notice and ask her what’s funny and she’s just smile.

“you just look like an entirely new person now.” She lightly chuckles and mick can’t help but grin too.

“yeah, get used to it! this is the face you have to look at for the rest of your life!”

ughhhh sooooo soooo cute!! love the fact that mick probably jumpscared everyone he’d known as a ginger when he debuted his new look. cat!mick would be even funnier cause I think everyone would joke about him being an entirely different cat pretending to be their little orange kitty!! oh, and he’d also end up changing his name so that’s even better!

we absolutely do love this ginger little kitty!!!<333 i especially love your prompts about the little ginger kitty anon!!<333

[oflights]

wip snip 2.3

thank you for the tag, @m0srael! i'm still plugging away at turkey baster fic, wherein draco is still on his quest for a suitable sperm donor (but hasn't taken harry up on his offer. yet.)

in this (rather long, sorry!!) snippet, harry has dropped off ginger foster kittens, and he and draco are talking, as they often do in this fic, about getting pregnant.

“Are you going to try it for yourself? You seemed interested.” Draco doesn’t clarify what he means, mostly because he wants Potter to. While he can admit that Potter would, will, be a brilliant father, he doesn’t love the idea of Potter stealing his idea and making a go of this, either on his own or with someone else. All right, he hates the idea of Potter making a go of this with someone else, purely for the sake of young 20-year-old Draco who learned the hard way not to fancy blokes like Harry Potter, but doing it on his own doesn’t sound good to him either; chances are he’ll be better at it than Draco, because that’s how their lives have always worked.

Potter shakes his head, and Draco all but Occludes to hide how relieved he is. “No, that wasn’t quite what I was interested in.” He gives Draco a significant look there, and Draco just blinks back at him, missing whatever implication he’s supposed to glean before narrowing his eyes.

“Ah. You don’t want to be the one to carry?”

“No, I don’t—never mind. No, it’s more like I’ve taken your advice; I shouldn’t give up on doing it with the partner I want. I’ve just felt a bit—stuck, I suppose. I’m not sure what to do next.” Potter frowns thoughtfully, the kitten back in his big hands, rubbing absentmindedly through the tufty fur.

“Well, you’re not on a time limit, like I am,” Draco says, going slightly cold at the thought. He’s lost nine weeks to using the Book of Sperm; less than four months is a terrifying lack of time. He knows he’ll have to discuss different options with Healer Harper the next time he visits, but he’s dreading the thought.

“I understand, a bit, why you don’t want to lose this place,” Potter tells him, looking at the pet room all around them. “It’s so—you. And the garden—I would kill for your garden.”

“Bertrand’s going to rip it up,” Draco says. It’s satisfying how pinched Potter’s face goes, like he really does understand how devastating that would be. “He knows how much I love it; he’s told me how he wants to destroy it. I can’t—I won’t let that happen.”

“And there’s no other way?” Potter asks, before scrambling to add, “Not that I think you won’t—I mean, you’ll be fantastic with a baby, no doubt about it.”

“Really? No doubts at all?” Draco grins, expecting Potter to join in on the joke, but he just raises his chin stubbornly, nodding firmly.

“Not even one.” The moment hangs between them, oddly charged. Draco, of course, can’t help thinking that Potter has changed his tune, though he manages not to snipe that out. He knows that, rationally, knows that how Potter feels about him has changed; it’s the only reason they’re in this same room together, surrounded and covered by kittens Potter is entrusting to Draco’s care.

“Thank you,” Draco says, and then he clears his throat and gestures at the kittens, dipping his head to nuzzle the one at his shoulder slightly, stroking the one in his hand. “And thank you for—them. I needed this, really.”

“I did promise you were next up, and you’re always brilliant with them. Though, I should warn you—I don’t think you’ll have them for very long. Kneazle hybrids usually get snapped up fast, and Millie has a friend who might want two.” Potter’s shoulder slump apologetically, but Draco waves at him dismissively.

“I know how this works, don’t worry. I won’t get too attached.” Out of the corner of his eye, Odette seems to appear from nowhere on the wall, a dark gray cloud swishing her tail teasingly, proving him wrong. He ignores her pointedly to grin at Potter. “Do they have names yet?”

“Nope. Be my guest.”

“Excellent.” Draco sets down the kitten he’s holding next to the one between his legs to rub his hands together greedily, and he watches with delight as the two of them immediately curl up together, the feather toy held between them and poking out from between their little kitten bellies. “All right, since these are Weasley kittens, and there are seven of them—”

“Oh, you git—”

“—I think these two are Fred and George. This one up here—” He reaches up to stroke the one on his shoulder, smiling at the purring that elicits. “—is the dragon one, what’s his name? The fit one who said I was cute that time—”

“Charlie,” Potter bites out, face clouding, though he’s clearly also holding back a laugh.

“That’s right, you’re Charlie, aren’t you? Perfect. And those over there, the sleepy ones—Ronald, of course, he’s the one getting his turn at a bath from Beau, surely he needs it—and which ones are girls?”

“There are two girls; this is one,” Potter says, holding up the one that Fig is so fascinated by. He grins over at Draco. “George is a girl, too.”

“Wonderful. That one’s Ginny, then, of course—the one all over you—”

“She’ll punch you out for saying that, you know.”

“Yes, she does often resort to violence, that works perfectly. And that leaves Percy and Bill over there with Beau, right? Have I got them all?”

“You have.” Potter is faintly beaming at him, and Draco can’t help his slightly dopey smile back, forgetting to be self-conscious about it. There’s something too delightful about all this, too comfortable and joyous.

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oh, are you at all like me? by acaciapines ( @acaciapines )

Once upon a time there was a girl and a demon.

The girl’s hair was the color of Dust, a gleaming gold, and with it shining in the wind she lifted her sword, and drove it straight into the heart of the demon that had tried to call her little village its own. The people loved her. They say her soul was a brilliant white dog, a guardian, large as an ox. He grappled with the monster. With his fur a light to drive it back.

And so time turned on. Technology improved. The people lived. A thousand years passed. A kingdom grew, the loyal mutt-souls of the common people protected by the noble lines of knights, bloodhounds and shepherds and retrievers. Happily ever after, right?

Tsht. Yeah. You know, they say only dogs get happy endings.

(A Nimona daemon AU: in which Ballister's daemon changes shape, impossibly, the night of the Queen's murder, and this is of some interest to Nimona.) Completed, 49k words.

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Chap 4:

Her mother said, her voice hushed, Gloreth? Her father said, you told us you were Settled. The girl at her side stared at her parents, at her village, and finally last to her daemon, who was stomping a hoof on the ground, her tail flicking. Maybe there were many thoughts that ran through the girl’s head, maybe there was just one. The daemon wouldn’t know. But what the daemon did know was this: That the girl she had shared a life with closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she said, I am Settled. This is not my daemon. The daemon started. What are you— But the girl continued to speak. I have suspected for some time. I didn’t know how to say it. I was—worried. For what happened to my true daemon, my true soul. For this one has only convinced me to lie to you, my family, my neighbors. But it is not my daemon. And the girl walked right past the pitchforks, and was not stopped. [...] She knew very little, but she did know two things: She was a monster. And monsters were alone.

Chap 5:

You know, they say a dog saved this kingdom, centuries ago. It’s—dumb, really. That such a small, stupid thing could shape the course of history all the way until now. I really did try, you know. To be good. It’s just the harder I tried the more I realized that good and Nimona weren’t ever going to coexist, and I guess back then I just—didn’t want to die. So I chose Nimona, and figured I wouldn’t bother trying being good. Not if I would never fit it. I bet I know what’s right up there with the definition for good. A dog. It’s tiring. I guess that’s the word. That I could go for so long like this. And—I mean, for a bit, there? I really did want it all to…to end. To just. Give up. I could’ve given up a long time ago. I mean, I know that would’ve been the quote unquote good choice. You get to see the family trees of language, when you live like I do. You get to see how words start to mean other things. How soul becomes daemon becomes dog. It’s the only form I’ve ever taken that’s hurt me. Everything else, sure, maybe it gets a bit itchy, if I stick to it for too long, fits oversized, or too-small, but those are all problems I can solve. I roll into something new. But dog, well. I mean, that’s how it goes, isn’t it? When dog means good means you get to exist, and then there’s me. And that won’t ever be true for me. I don’t know. Maybe I’m still tired. It’s—kind of stupid, isn’t it? I mean, everyone else, they looked at a big shadowy beast of rage and despair and pain, and they called it a monster. But even that was better than… You can only cram yourself into a tiny box for so long before you have to burst out of it. Or you’re going to die there, and when you die, they’re only ever going to see what they wanted. I could’ve died, so long ago, like I was supposed to. Can you imagine it? What would that epithet even say? Not Nimona, that’s for sure. Maybe loyal daemon. Like loyal dog. Like never-changing. I guess some part of me figured—well, this way I’m going out on my own terms. I’ll die a monster, but…it’s not like I was ever going to be anything else. So I might as well be a monster. It’s closer to me than daemon or human could ever be, that’s for sure. It’s… I really thought I’d never see you again. I’m not sure I really believed it, when I first saw you on TV. I guess I wanted to, but you were—well, not what I was hoping for, that’s certain. You didn’t get it. I just wanted to be Nimona. It should be simple for everyone to be okay with that. Why should there only be two choices? Why only human, or daemon? Well, I say fuck those roles. I get to make my own choice.

[boydykedevo]

Day six of @tazsapphicweek! This one doesn't fit a prompt, so I'm just calling it the free choice square :p

ao3

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Admittedly, Dani has no experience with rabbits. Ever.

Honestly, she has limited experience with most earthly animals; back on Sylvain she’d had a few pets over the years, but they weren’t too similar to the kinds here, and although she’d known a few rabbit-people, that’s quite a different experience.

But she must give off some sort of “I’m responsible and know how to care for your pet” vibe, because the cute girl who arrived at the lodge just now has given her bunny to Dani without a second thought. 

“This is Dr Harris Bonkers,” she’d said, dropping the beast and a baggy of food into Dani’s arms, “can you watch him for a bit? He’s super friendly, don’t worry, just play with him for a bit.”

Dani stared at it for a moment in shock. She started to say something along the lines of “what?” or “huh?” or even “excuse me?” but the moment she looked back up, the words died on her tongue.

Aubrey was what Mama had introduced her as, and she was gorgeous. She was smiling at Dani, and it was so sweet and adorable and endearing that before she knew it, Dani was nodding and confidently responding, “sure thing!”

Then Aubrey smiled again — even bigger, somehow — and bounded off, leaving Dani with a bunny doing his best to nest in her arms. 

Well. Alright then. 

“Jake!” she called out the second Aubrey had left with Mama again. “I’m gonna need some help!”

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They end up in Jake’s room, with Dani rolling a baseball back and forth for Dr Harris Bonkers to chase and Jake sitting next to her and googling for advice. “How hard is it to ask a clarifying question?” he gripes for probably the twentieth time. “Like, I don’t know, when to feed him? How long she’ll be gone?”

“Fuck off,” she tells him. 

Jake gasps and covers the bunny’s ears. “Language!” Dr Harris Bonkers wiggles free and starts chewing on the ball again. 

“Mama’s not gonna keep her all night,” Dani insists, more confident than she feels. “A couple hours? We can manage that.”

Jake nods sagely. “Think he’s gonna put in a good word for you?”

She doesn’t dignify that with a response. 

Unfortunately, he’s not done. “You know what they say about rabbits.”

She sighs. “What?”

“Fastest way to a girl’s heart,” he finishes, leaning back on his elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Cuz they like… hop. They hop fast. You know.” He pulls his phone back out. “Wait, how fast are rabbits?”

Dani laughs and runs a hand down Dr Harris Bonker’s back. His fur’s as soft as it looks. “Super fast. Practically tiny tigers.” She pauses. “Were tigers the fast ones?”

“Cheetahs,” Jake corrects. “Twenty-five miles an hour?! Holy shit!”

It’s her turn to yell “language!” and cover the bunny’s ears. He seems mildly put out at all the ear handling, and hops away from her hands. “I don’t think she’s gonna fall in love with me cuz I watched her bunny real good. I don’t think it’s gonna happen like that.”

Jake snorts. “Did you miss how she was looking at you early? Trust me, ship has sailed, it’s mutual.”

Dani’s face goes hot. Really?! Aubrey was into her too?! “Oh.” She hadn’t considered it might be more than an idle, one-sided crush.

“Bunny-sitter to lovers,” he sighs dreamily. “Tale as old as time.”

“Tail as old as time?”

He cackles.