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General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

Masterlist

You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction.

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!”

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such

He treats you like a goddess

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months

James is the best husband

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

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ice cream man | b. barnes

“she like to twirly swirly, in my vanilla coupe. she like the sugar cone seats i just took off the roof.”

summary | the new ice cream man has a sweet tooth for you

warnings | non/dubcon sex, dark!bucky, creepy!bucky, smut, sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, age gap (reader is legal), slapping, anal fingering, man handling, choking, unprotected sex, humiliation kink, older man taking advantage of younger woman, manipulation, degrading, breeding kink, DARK!FIC, 18+

a/n | don’t read if you don’t like dark!fics and dub/con sex, it’s that simple! xx

you thought this was how you were going to die. you’re going to die from the fucking heat. it’s not the most fashionable way to go out, or the fastest. it was the third week of july, and you didn’t expect it to be this hot. the concrete was hot to the touch and the air was thick and humid. the occasional cool breeze was almost a blessing that only lasted a few seconds. you spent the long, hot days taking your dog to the local park. other days were to hot to even leave the house, and when the local grocery store ran out of your favourite ice cream you were practically heartbroken.

today was one of those days where all the playing and heat tired you out, so you spent the day binge watching a bunch of movies that all seemed to have similar plots. it was boring really. your dog, puddles, hopped up onto your lap and started licking your face, making you giggle at the funny feeling. you tried to get her to stop, and soon your attempts succeeded. she jumped off your lap and ran off, most likely searching for her squeaky donut toy you bought her for her birthday. you went back to watching the movie that was playing, but you absentmindedly payed attention at all soon.

you let out a yawn and stretched, then went back to thinking about what you’d do for the rest of the summer. your thoughts were disrupted when a all to familiar tune was heard playing in the distance. the ice cream truck. finally whoever drove one came around. you stood up and ran to the window, seeing that it was mr. rogers’ truck. you heard he retired since he got married to some lady. you wondered you took over, maybe a friend or family member. apparently, ever since your mom was little, she remembered when mr. rogers’ dad drove a similar truck through the neighbourhood, it was a family business. it was too hot for you to not buy something. you ran upstairs and opened the drawer, where a ten dollar bill laid there before your eyes. you grabbed it, didn’t bother closing the drawer and ran downstairs and shut the door behind you.

the truck wasn’t that far, so you waited until it drove a little closer. from where you were, you could see the man driving it, the new ice cream man. he was a brunette, long brown hair tied in a bun and he wore the pink t shirt mr. rogers always used to wear. his arms were huge, and you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t good looking. with a face like that he should be a model. he looked right at you and drove towards you. he stopped the truck and you walked up to the small window. he walked to the window and wore a big smile on his face, showcasing his pearly whites. you smiled at him awkwardly, and he returned the gesture. “hello doll, i believe you’re the infamous y/n, right?” he asked, as you fiddled with the bill. “infamous?” you questioned, your brows furrowing with confusion at his words. “steve- i mean mr. rogers, told me about this sweet girl that lives on this street, so that has to be you right?” he spoke with a sweet tone, almost as if you were a toddler. you smiled sheepishly at his words, growing small under his gaze. “y-yeah i guess” you nodded.

“well, what can i get ya?” he asked. “can i have a crybaby?” you didn’t bother looking up at him. “of course” he left for a second and came back, the treat in his hand. “one crybaby for to pretty doll” his tone was sweet once again. you took it from him and handed him the bill but then he tutted. “keep it, steve told me how he gave you free ice cream, i’d like to keep that tradition” he smiled. he was just like mr. rogers, only more handsome and creepy. sure steve have you free ice cream, only because you sometimes brought him lunch. you took it from him and dug into the delicacy. you thanked him and started to walk back to your house. “no problem, have a good day” he walked back to the front of the truck and started the engine, driving off. you weren’t sure whether or whether not you’d like him to come back soon.

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bucky drove off with a grin on his face, thanking the heavens that steve told him about you. you were exactly how he imagined you, young and beautiful, almost like a little doll. he loved the way that you didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, not even caring for the reason and to why. there was little boy waiting with a fistful of money clutched in his hand. bucky parked and walked to the small window, and the boy walked up to him. “umm, can i have a chocolate ice cream?” he asked sweetly. “sure, that’ll be five dollars” bucky told him, grabbing the cone and moving to the machine. “uhm, i only have three dollars, is that okay?” bucky looked back down at the kid but couldn’t find a part of him to give the ice cream for only three dollars. “no can do kiddo” he put the cone back. “but, you gave that girl ice cream for free” the little boy pouted.

yeah, but that’s only for her. bucky didn’t say anything and when back to the front seat, starting the engine and driving away, knowing the little boy probably ran back to his mom to tell her about the mean ice cream man. he chuckled lowly to himself, and decided to go back home to catch some shut eye. it was his business now, nobody was going to tell him what to do and what not to do. he took a right and headed down the road, meeting the speed limit. then, he remembered you. he smiled at the thought of you.

he was excited for tomorrow, knowing that it was going to be even hotter than today, you’d have to buy ice cream to cool down. it was only the beginning of summer break, and he could already see what kind of plans he had in store for the both of you.

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the following morning you woke up too early. it wasn’t like you caught a blink, the heat was too much. you laid in bed for a few minutes staring up at the wall, before your stomach decided it was time to head downstairs. you left your room descended down the stairs, just to see puddles sleeping on the couch. you smiled at the drool of her mouth and decided to leave her sleeping. you went in the kitchen and searched the cupboards for something that didn’t need any cooking. your eyes laid on the box of lucky charmes you bought as a treat for yourself. “this’ll do i guess” you mumbled before grabbed the box and grabbing a handful of the cereal.

you went on with your day, brushing your teeth, taking a nice cold shower, put on a simple sundress that you wouldn’t overheat in. you managed to take puddles for a walk before it got too hot. you knew the ice cream truck had to come today, especially since it was going to be hotter than yesterday. as if it was planned, you heard the tune playing. you got up from the couch that you were laying on and walked to the door, but black clouded your vision for a few seconds. you blinked it away and mentally cursed yourself for getting up so fast. you shut the door behind you and stood on the sidewalk, just like yesterday.

you spotted the pink truck and it wasn’t that far. there were at least ten kids lined up at the window. who could blame them? they probably had been playing outside that day and you only left the house for a few seconds but you felt like you were dying of heat. you waited patiently for the truck, wiping sweat off of your forehead. maybe this time you’ll get a vanilla cone.

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bucky knew today was going to be hot, he knew it. but he was surprised at the amount of ice cream he sold so far. he figured after he gave you ice cream, he’d finish for the day. but he didn’t expect so many kids would buy ice cream. he didn’t say anything to them, only handed them the treats and took the money without a word. sometimes he didn’t even spare a glance at them. when the last kid payed, he thanked god. he headed back to the front and drive to where you were, happy to see you waiting for him.

he waved at you, but you didn’t even bother returning the gesture, just looking at the menu beside the window. his gaze trailed down your body, noticing that you were wearing a dress, one that made you look amazing. “hi doll, how are you?” he asked trying to grab your attention he so desperately wanted. it was a wild contrast from how he treated the other customers. “good” you mumbled out. you wiped your forehead again when you felt sweat building up. “what can i get you today?” he smiled sweetly, staring at you and occasionally stealing glances on your gorgeous swells. “can i have a vanilla ice cream?” you asked, finally looking up at him. “of course” he smiled and grabbed the cone. you caught a glimpse of his stitched on name tag, trying to figure out his name. “my name is james, but my friends and family call me bucky” he said as he made your treat, almost as if he read your mind.

“bucky” you repeated, the name rolling off your tongue making him love the nickname more. you watched as he slowly perfected the swirl. “i like the way you say my name doll” he expressed; his voice lowering a few octaves as he said doll. he handed you your cone, not driving off immediately. you dragged your tongue up the cone, enjoying the sweetness. he bit his lip at the site. you felt ice cream on your face, then realized how debauched you probably looked with ice cream dripping down your chin.

bucky handed you a napkin to wipe up the ice cream, nodding his head. you quickly wiped the ice cream off and tried your best to not look like you were sucking dick. you turned to walk back into the comfort of your house, feeling buckys eyes burning holes through you.

bucky smiled to himself as he watched the way your hips swung side to side. tomorrow he’ll put his plan into action.

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you woke up late, and with a startle. puddles jumped onto your stomach and then started licking your face no tomorrow. you pulled her off of you and went to go feed. you ate a few handfuls of cereal and took your time to get ready. you brushed your teeth and took a long, icey shower. today wasn’t as hot at least, and you were grateful. you plopped yourself on your couch and noticed that netflix added some new movies. you chose atomic blonde and laid back, holding puddles in your arms.

the end credits rolled and your eye lids felt heavy. you had just finished your fourth movie of the day and you lazily scrolled for the fifth. the unexpected ring of the doorbell made you jump, your heart beating faster. you slowly made your way to the door, hesitant to answer it. nobody really knew where you lived, other than your parents and friends, but they were all spending their summers in some fancy resorts. you slowly opened the door to see bucky. of course he knew where you lived.

he wore a big smile as usual, showcasing his pearly whites. you meekly smiled back, before he started speaking. “you didn’t buy any ice cream today” he frowned, as if you disappointed him. “yeah, wasn’t too hot today” you mumbled, opening the door a little more. “i brought you this” he handed you a cherry slushie, the bright red a contrast to his all black outfit. you took a sip of it and relished in the sweet taste, knowing your dentist wouldn’t like to hear about the amount of sweets you’ve been eating. “thank you” you smiled, taking a few more sips. “uhm, do you mind if i use your washroom? i’ll be so fast you won’t notice me” he asked.

you knew you’d feel bad if you said no, especially since he came here to give you a slushie. you nodded and allowed him in your humble abode. he stood in the middle of your home and looked around, familiarizing himself with the place. “there’s only one bathroom, just go upstairs and in the door next to my bedroom” you explained to him and he quietly thanked you before descending up the stairs.

you couldn’t stop sipping on the slushie, it tasted different but you liked it oddly. you even drank the melted crushed ice and flavouring at the bottom and wanted more. the sugar woke you up and you no longer wanted to go to bed so soon. you felt slightly weak in the knees for some reason, so you sat on the couch. want and need soon started coursing through your veins, and when you closed your legs together, you felt pleasure shoot up your spine.

wetness started pouring out of you practically, your panties drenching slowly. your core started to throb and you rubbed your thighs together to alleviate the yearn for pleasure. you moaned softly and so desperately wanted to shove your hands down your panties and rub at your clit furiously. but you couldn’t, bucky was upstairs and it’d be embarrassing to have him come back downstairs to see you masturbating. soon that was the least of your worries, the need in your pussy was more important at this point for you. your desire started to grow so much your muscles and mind started to hurt.

“surely it should start taking affect on you by now” you heard buckys voice coming down the stairs. he soon came into your sight and you noticed he took off his jacket, left in a white t-shirt that seemed a size or two too small for him. “w-what?” you finally comprehended his words, confused as to what he was implying at. “it was expensive really, but i got my hands on it. it’s a chemical, safe to digest, but it just enhances your desires” he explained, but his words sounded like static as you started to grind again the pillow under you. you moaned wantonly and heard him chuckle bitterly at you. “can’t control yourself, can you?” he teased, grabbing the plastic cup that the slushie was just in and throwing it in the garbage.

you felt your juices leak down your thighs as you reached your climax, a moan leaving your mouth that didn’t seem to stop. he somehow made his way towards you and ripped the pillow away from under you. “why- why won’t it stop?” you asked as he knelt down in front of you. “like i said doll, it enhances your desires” he smiled up at you as he trailed his fingers up your thigh. his other hand spread you legs farther apart, but you tried to close them shut. he tutted at you as he spread them even wider and his fingers reached the crotch of your socked panties. “you’re fucking dripping” he bit his lip at the sight and pushed two fingers against your swollen, throbbing clit. you bucked your hips against them but he pulled his fingers away. “please” you whined out to him, jutting your lip out as all you could think of was getting fucked. “beg for it” he spat at you, moving his hands to the straps of your dress. he tugged at them hard until they ripped, then he it pulled it off your body along with your bra.

your nipples hardened immediately and thought you were about to throw a whole tantrum to get him to touch you. “p-please daddy, please fuck me i’ll do anything please” you begged, your voice now hoarse. you didn’t even realize what you had called him until you heard him groan lowly. he pulled down you panties and sniffed them, making you get even wetter. he stuffed them in your pocket and before you could register anything, you felt his tongue lapping away at your pussy. he drank everything you had and then some. you swallowed thickly as you watched his tongue swirl around your swollen clit. moans continuously left your mouth as he sucked harshly on your clit.

you tangled your fingers in his brown locks and tugged at them, making him growl ferally. you tugged harshly at his hair again when you felt him push two fingers in your entrance. he pumped them in and out of you feverishly as he sucked on your clit. you felt him curl his fingers up against your g-spot, making the knot in your stomach come undone. you gushed around his mouth and fingers as you tried to catch your breath. he pulled his face away from your pussy and sucked on the two fingers that were just in you. your juices made his beard glisten and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

he pulled them out and stood up, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to look up at him. “what do you say doll?” he asked as he lightly stroked your cheek. you didn’t know what to say really, he could be asking for a thank you or anything else, and the throbbing in your pussy made it hard to think. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he pulled his hand away and before you knew it, his hand struck your face. you whimpered loudly at the stinging and prickling the slap left behind on your skin. “try again doll” growled, stroking the other cheek. “t-thank you” you said lowly, embarrassment eating you up.

“thank you daddy” you whimper, not knowing if he’d slap you again. he hummed in approval and moved the hand that was on your cheek to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat and applied pressure. you immediately wrapped your hand around his wrist, trying to pull his hand away but your efforts did nothing. black started clouding your vision and you tried pushing him away. he pulled his hand away and slapped you again. “what was that for?” you asked him, clearly enraged at the fact that he just choked and slapped you for no reason.

“don’t fucking talk to me like that, or i’ll leave you here to get off using that pillow and your fingers, but that won’t do anything to help” he threatened. you didn’t know whether it was empty or not, but you didn’t know how to stop the continuous arousal that grew. he pushed you forward so your face was pressed against the couch and he shifted your body so that your ass was up in the air. your wet pussy was fully exposed to him and you felt yourself getting even wetter, not knowing that was possible.

you heard the buckle of his belt come and he lifted your head up, wrapping it around your neck and tightening it, squeezing your throat slightly. he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung up and hit his stomach. bucky pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed your hands, using his shirt to restrain you. “now you can’t fight back” he mumbled under his breath, giving a few strokes to his cock. “look at you, all needy for some random man to fuck you, what a fucking slut” he growled, grabbing the belt and pulling it as he rubbed his cock up and down your folds. you whimpered at his degrading words, feeling shame that you really did want him to fuck you.

but through all the shame and embarrassment, you still felt needy. you just wanted it to be over already, so you didn’t have to deal with it any more. buckys hand came down and struck your ass, admiring the way it shook back at him. he did the same thing to the other cheek, continuing even though you begged him to stop. each spank was harsher and more painful than the one before. you knew you’d have trouble sitting when this would all be over. with no warning bucky thrusted into you harshly, stretching you painfully. he pulled back and thrusted into you again, moving his hips at a pace you couldn’t handle.

the hand around the belt pulled harder and his other hand slammed down against your ass. you didn’t bother holding back any moans, practically screaming at the top of your lungs at this point. he made sure to get deep and ruthless, his cock almost poking at your cervix at this point. you felt the familiar knot tighten up fast, threatening to come undone with just a few thrusts more. your walls clenched around his cock, making his pace speed up. “fucking cum just like the whore you are” he spat at you, making you whine an gush all around his cock. his thrusts didn’t falter, instead they became more faster.

you were overstimulated, babbling nonsense from being so fucked out. you felt another orgasm building up, and again, and again. you were drooling at this point, trying to get him to stop. his thrusts grew sloppy and irregular, and your walls contracted in around him. you were milking him for all he was worth. you were close, but his thrusts weren’t enough for you to cum. bucky shoved two fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck. you did as he told and he abruptly pulled them out. you didn’t know what he was doing, and even though your mind was hazy with lust, you were still scared.

with no warning or preparation, he shoved the two fingers that were just in your mouth, into your ass. “fuck!” you yelled, voice even more hoarse as you squirted around his cock. he fingered your ass hard, making you yell and contract in both pain and pleasure. “gonna fill this tight pussy up, just a little fucktoy only good for me to fill up again and again” he growled, cock poking harshly at your cervix.

“n-no, stop!” you tried to get him to stop, remembering that you weren’t on birth control and he wasn’t using a condom. a harsh thrust came from him and he groaned loudly, his cum painting your walls in white ropes. your eyes went wide when he gave a few more thrusts to prolonge his orgasm. “i’m not on any birth control” you rasped out, making him chuckle softly. “i know, i don’t care” you knew he was probably smiling creepily at you.

“gonna fill you with my cum ‘till you’re swollen” he pulled his fingers out of your abused asshole and pulled his cock out of your pussy. a few drops of his cum leaked out of your sensitive pussy, but he was quick to push it back in with his fingers. you thrashed your legs on the couch, doing nothing. he brushed hair out of your face and ran his thumb against your lip. he smiled at you before speaking. “don’t worry, i’ll fuck all your holes” he snickered at you, just when you wished he would just leave.

“i don’t plan on leaving anytime soon darling.”

a/n | first dark!fic! i do plan on writing many more soon, i’d also like to note this was inspired by every dark!bucky/dark!verse fic i’ve read! xoxo, sab <33

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littlegoldenbirdie · 4 years ago

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Headcanon hot potato

Thanks to @hrodvitnon’s MonsterVerse shenanigans, I like to imagine Kamata-kun as being basically a giant curious puppy who sounds (to other kaiju) like a baby alligator crossed with a squeaky toy. He hasn’t quite evolved the self-awareness to give two *bleep*s about the pain of existence, or maybe even notice it, for that matter. He just keeps scooting along, pausing every so often to shake like a wet dog.

Shinagawa-kun, however...

The MINUTE Kamata-kun starts changing into him, that’s when it hits. The pain, I mean. Or at least the awareness of it. But his mind still isn’t advanced enough to question things.

Shin himself? He’s got the brains to wonder why. I dunno if he’s made the connection between Humankind and his suffering, but he’s certainly aware of how much harassment he’s getting.

#kamata-kun #shinagawa-kun #shin godzilla

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axel-fics · 5 years ago

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❝ Do you want to join me in my blanket fort?” I imagine with how tall Axel is, the fort would have to be HUGE lol or he squeezes the best he can in it

I changed one teeny (not really) thing about this prompt so I hope it’s a delightful twist for you!!

A Perfect Evening

The clock tower perched at the top of Twilight Town rang out in the distance. 6:00pm, finally. Taking up an extra shift at the town’s one and only coffee shop wasn’t exactly how you planned your day out, but you could use the extra hours of pay (not to mention more tips). After a long day of running around on your feet, all you wanted to do was run home, slip into a hot bath and crawl into bed.

Instead, you spent your entire walk home from work thinking about what needed to be done still. Cook dinner, clean the house no doubt from any catastrophes, make lunches for the next day. Sighing to yourself, you realized there really wasn’t much time for ‘me time’ before you’d be too exhausted to do anything else.

Turning your key in the keyhole, you heard laughter and shushing from the other side of the door accompanied with your dog Ollie’s playful barking. When you entered, you found your entire living room an elaborate mess of pillows and blankets forming a very lopsided fort. Your eyes fell on the very prominent figure who’s head stuck out like a sore thumb underneath one of the blankets, no doubt belonging to Axel. Giggles could be heard from underneath, as if trying to suppress themselves from being any louder.

“Hmmmm, I wonder where everyone is,” you thought out loud. Playing along, you circled the fort, ‘oblivious’ to where your targets were hiding.

“MOMMY!”

“Serafine, you scared me!” You let out a loud gasp as your four year old daughter, dressed in a purple ballerina outfit and donned only one sock, jumped up into your arms and clung tightly onto you.

Axel crawled out from underneath the blankets, greeting you with a kiss on your cheek. “Had to keep her entertained somehow. It was either this or teaching her how to skateboard with Roxas.”

“Well, this,” you motioned with your chin, “was the better option. Thank you, Axel.”

“Momma, do you wanna join me and Daddy in our blanket fort?” Serafine asked. She gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. She takes after her father too well, you thought.

“Pizza’s already ordered,” Axel said. “Serafine and I were just about to read a couple books when you walked in.”

“Pwease Momma?”

“Of course I would love to join you both,” you smiled and rubbed your nose against Serafine’s. Out of excitement, she started to squirm in your arms before you set her down, racing back into the fort and out of sight. Crawling underneath the top blanket, you discovered an entire afternoon’s activities sprawled out on the floor: drawings of both Serafine’s and Axel’s using the crayons Namine gave her for her birthday, empty candy wrappers and bags of chips, a collection of Serafine’s favorite books, and a few stray dog toys that Ollie managed to hide under some pillows.

As the two of you curled up together, Axel got on all fours and climbed back in, the top of the blanket smushing his spiky hair flat down around his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, earning an amused glare from your husband. Ollie pounced in shortly afterwards with a squeaky toy in his mouth, and finally the whole family was together in your perfect little world away from the world.

A few hours later, the three of you were still snuggled up against a large pile of pillows, Serafine tucked between both you and Axel with Ollie’s head resting on her lap. As you read one of her favorite stories, Serafine’s eyes started to droop until she was fully asleep, the comfort of your soothing voice and her father’s radiating heat sending her off into a deep slumber. Being as careful as you could, you lifted Serafine into your arms and carried her all the way into her bedroom, making sure not to disturb her from any peaceful dreams.

Quietly closing the door, you turned to Axel and let out a long sigh. “That was the most perfect family night.”

“Yeah, sure was,” he grinned. “Buuut, I think I know how to make it even better.”

“Oh, really?”

“Why don’t you join me in my blanket fort, madame, in the bedroom?” He held out his hand and gave you a cheeky smile, making your ears burn hotly.

“How could I ever say no to that?”

#axel x reader #lea x reader #kh axel #kh lea #lea #axel #kingdom hearts #oneshot #tooth-rotting fluff #all the fluff #domestic!axel

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sesskag1postchallenge · 5 years ago

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Ch2 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Created by awesome people on the SessKag SitBoy Discord, one post at a time in complete wild abandon. This is a SessKag crack fic.

Chapter 2:

mythicamagicToday at 3:20 AM Sesshoumaru, meanwhile, had taken off on his own, eyes narrow. He could still hear the words of his mother ringing in his ears as he flew above the trees. But it was no matter. He felt certain he'd smelt Naraku's foul stench close by.

Walter205Today at 9:04 AM Inukimi watched her son go after giving the strange garment the briefest of sniffs before dropping it to the ground in his haste to leave. She sighed softly before turning to glance at the others. Her Sky Palace would be a most suitable location for the breedings to occur, perhaps she should round everyone up from both camps and have them waiting there for both her son and her hopeful second when they arrive?

Even if no one else breeds on their own, they could prove a useful distraction fodder for her amusement while she waited, in addition to an added incentive for her son and the miko to come visit her, if for no other reason then to "retrieve" their companions, then she would be able to spring her growing little plan into action. Nodding to herself silently, she smiled softly as her hands started glowing pink as she called her debilitating poison to the surface of her claws…

Slayer07/30/2019 While Sesshomaru stood shocked that this she/he incarnation asked to play with his hair. Naraku took his moment of shock to escape in a massive cloud of miasma

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Poof! Frustrated, Sesshomaru glared at the new incarnation, "Do you always do what Daddy says, or can you think for yourself?" Gritting his teeth, "Your weak blood will sully my sword if I run you through."

Walter20507/30/2019 Jaken could still hear the clashing of swords but they were fading into the distance. Earlier Kohaku and Rin had tried to flee from Inukimi, leaving Jaken free to make his escape in the other direction. Trying to follow the path his Lord took through the forest, he came upon a hot springs. Neither his Lord nor the enemy he sounded to be fighting were present, although the miko's yellow satchel and odd items were strewn about the area, along with some signs a fight or two had taken place here.

His curiosity once again got the better of him as he examined several items from the Miko's Satchel, before coming across another odd garment, this one containing straps and two cups, the latter of which had soft padding that felt very pleasant to the touch. Jaken had no idea what this was used for but them came up with the idea that it might some kind of padded armor, meant to be worn under the clothes.

After stripping and bathing in the springs, he tried putting it on, but it seemed oddly sized for a toad of his stature. Still, he managed to get it where one cup protected his head and the other gave him some comfort when he sat down. On the negative side though his clothes couldn't quite fit over the armor but to be honest the padded armor covered enough of him that he didn't need to worry about it for the time being, after all the two battling warriors could return at any moment so Jaken hurriedly collected the other things into the Satchel before carrying it off into the forest, away from the sounds of battle.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 It smelled... Fusty. Or maybe it could be described as wet dog smell, but less without the dog and more... "Ah you're awake!" Kouga grinned, looking down at her. Kagome winced. Wolf. "K-kouga.." she sat up, squeaking when the furs draped over her naked body slipped down. She quickly hugged them to her chest. "Where are we? Where's Naraku?"

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 "Ah, there's no need to hide. I've already see-!" Clap! Her palm left a bright red mark on his cheek. "You've seen nothing!" She held fistfuls of the fur against her chest, and repeated slowly, "You. Kouga. Have. Seen. Nothing." He scratched the back of his neck, "Uh, right." He blinked, still smiling. She wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face, instead she gritted her teeth, "Thanks for saving me back there." Not catching a hint, he patted her head, "Of course I would protect my woman!" His expression quickly shifted to anger, "Where was dog breath!?" Kagome shrugged, "Back at camp, I was at a hot springs." That wasn't the point though, she needed to know, "Were you able to get Naraku?" Kouga shook his head. "Now that you are awake, I need to track the bastard down." He tilted his chin at a young wolf youkai to his side, "This boy will take care of you until we return." She looked over at the child and winced, "Wai-t!" But he was already gone.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Kagome sighed. Well, there was no way she'd be waiting around twiddling her thumbs. She awkwardly glanced at the boy. "Could you um.. Turn around for a second?" The boy complied, and by the time he was given permission to turn back, Kagome was standing in a dress she'd somehow fashioned out of the furs that had been acting as a blanket. The boy blinked. "How did-" "No time~" she smiled brightly, waving. "I'm gonna go now. Do you have a bow and arrow handy?" Or underwear she wanted to add.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Itchy and smelling something akin to what she imagined an opossum might smell like, Kagome left with a bow, some arrows, and a package of food she suspected might be rancid. Trying not to be rude, she'd taken the offered package despite the smell, but with no intention of eating it, she left it by the entrance on her way out.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Sango had taught her how to track, but it didn't exactly take a genius to work out which way Kouga had gone after leaving the rocky terrain. Broken twigs paved the way, like a hurricane had swept through. Wincing as the forest floor met her bare feet, Kagome raised her head, feeling the tell tale pull of jewel shards further ahead.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Unconcerned, Kagome made her way through the path created by the brash wolf, when something strange caught the edge of her sight. The little object gleamed in the sunlight. A plastic covered ramen cup..."How did this get here?" Looking further ahead, she noticed more items from the future dropped along the path. "Oh no!" She'd left her bag at the hot spring. "Some one has my backpack!" Stomp running, she gathered up her things, carrying them against her chest until she couldn't carry any more. She eyed her first aid kit in a bush. Her brow ticked. "I'm going to kill someone..."

Slayer07/30/2019 Jaken felt a shiver run down his back and a dark sense of impending doom.

Walter20507/30/2019 That sense of impending doom proved accurate when a distantly familiar female figure emerged from the edge of the clearing that he had been taking a breathing break in. It took several moments for Jaken to remember where he had seen the lithe figure with red hair and eyes before. While he couldn't remember this particular female's name, he recognized what she was instantly.

"You...you're...," he stammered as he took a few steps back with the satchel at his side.

"Karan, of the Panther Demon Tribe. I remember you, you're Lord Sesshomaru's Lackey. I bring an proposal to him, an offer from our leader Toran," said the figure as she came closer to him.

"N...no, stay back!" yelled Jaken as he started taking items from the largely depleted satchel and throwing them at her. Karan dodged most of them with ease but one item caught her interest for an unknown reason to her. A vial with a dotted green substance inside, with a little note attached that read; 'For Buyo, do not take to past'.

The cat's curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the vial and took a quick sniff before her eyes glazed over. She stuck her tongue and gently licked the edge of the green stuff before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed backwards, mewing and purring softly as she spasmed and thrashed about on the ground.

"Buyo must mean Panther Poison, I must keep this with me," exclaimed Jaken as he gathered the various spilled things, put them back in the satchel, then continued on his way.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 "Merow...merow...merrrroooooow." Kagome swallowed hard, staring at a fully transformed panther demon as it batted at a squeaky toy she'd intended to use as a way to taunt Inuyasha. She blinked, and shook her head. The youkai suddenly hissed at the stuffed toy and it caught fire. "Merrrrrrow!" Her tail swished back and forth, and she rolled over onto her back, kicking in the air at an invisible opponent. Kagome sighed, "I'm so done today. If one more crazy thing happens..." That's when she heard the squawking up ahead. "Jaken." She seethed. His head was illuminated by the setting sun, and what he was wearing was unmistakable. The lace. The silk. The 600 yen price tag dangling from the strap. With a clatter, everything in her arms fell to the ground, and she charged the stupid toad with an arrow in her hand. "You perverted frog! Just you wait, when I get my hands on you, you're gonna pay!"

Walter20508/01/2019 The feeling of impending doom was upon him again. Turning his head as he heard a noise behind him, Jaken's eyes opened wide as he took in the visage of the spectre of death herself, an irate and familiar human female scantily clad in furs, eyes glowing as pink a color as the tip of the arrow that she held in her hand.

"Please no I'm sorry you can have it all back!" he squawked as he shrugged off the bra and dropped the satchel. All it did however was to make it where she could strike him at will without further damaging any of her belongings. With a cry of fury that channeled all of her frustrations of the day, she stabbed the arrow into his toaddy buttocks, causing him to cry out in anguish as the little purifying power there burned his slimy tooshy.

Flexing her arms that had built up years of strength from lugging around said packed yellow satchel, Kagome lifted the impaled Jaken up onto her bow and notched him into the sky as she pulled and released, sending the toad arcing into the night sky with a terrified yell on a pink contrail as she sent him blasting off again.

Collapsing to her knees afterwards as the adrenaline started to wear off, Kagome took stock of her belongings present. She picked up her brand new push up bra by one of the...uninfected straps and examined the slime and sweat infested materials within as she mentally wrote off the expense, knowing that even if she washed it five hundred times she would never be able to wear it without thinking of the toad wearing it.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 After digging a small hole, Kagome said a few kind words about her bra before dropping it in, "I never got to use you, but you were one of the best bras I've ever bought online." She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand, "I wish I could have worn you at least once before the end." She pushed dirt over the tiny grave. For a moment she wondered if tempting the well's power would be worth it for the chance to have a bra again. Probably not. She could try to make one, but it'd be a sad comparison to what had been lost. There was a chance she'd run across one of the other two she'd brought with her, but the likelihood of finding them was slim, and who knew if Jaken had rubbed his slimy butt all over those as well. Backtracking to gather up the belongings she'd dropped at the sight of the filthy little creature, she noticed the panther demon had left the area. The faint sounds of battle laid ahead. With her backpack zipped closed, she pulled it up on her shoulder. Fists clenched, glaring at the path ahead, Kagome vowed to do more damage to Naraku than biting his tentacle the next time they met.

imjaneees08/01/2019 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she's a scorned woman who just got a few good bucks wasted. Underwears were ridiculously expensive and that was one fine pair she just got herself. Not mention if was probably desecrated by an overgrown toad with major personality problems.

A shiver went down her spine and Kagome didn't know if it was out of revulsion or her sometimes reliable sixth sense telling her that things weren't about her way again.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 Darkness crept in, but she could still hear the clanging of swords and growls of youkai. Out of no where, Kagome fell back with an, "Oof!" Her back slammed into rocks while her chest felt like a brick sat on it. Coughing, she opened her eyes to the strangest visual. A woman, no a man, straddled her breasts. Glittery bearded, blood red eyes sparkling, hair tied up like Kaguras'. "Hey girl!" Kagome blinked, "Um, hi." She winced, "Do you think you could get off my chest?" He shook his head, "Daddy says I can't, but let's be friends anyway! Okay?" The crazy look in his eyes gave her chills. She nodded slowly while praying to Kami she'd make it through this.

Slayer08/01/2019 In a flash of red and white the bearded lady was tossed off of Kagome.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 Blinking through the dust, Kagome expected to see Inuyasha standing there with his sword at Sparkle Beard's throat, but, much to her surprise, it was Sesshomaru promising his death.

imjaneees08/02/2019 Still reeling from the very creepy image of Kagura with a beard, Kagome silently prayed that if was the real Sesshomaru this time. She's had enough tentacle experience for one day.

Walter20508/02/2019 Both of them had been momentarily distracted by the pink arrow arcing up into the night sky in the distance with a screaming form atop it, but Sesshomaru with his superior battle prowess was the first to recover and managed to land a fatal blow against Murakumo. The incarnation let out a hideous death scream before it changed into mocking laughter before his form disappeared and a golem token appeared, split in half.

Sesshomaru sighed audibly, recalling that after his eleventh power up while hidden in seclusion that Naraku had gained the ability to provide golems for this incarnations in addition to himself. In addition, after his 13th hidden power up, he had gained the ability to equip his bees with biological boomboxes that mocked them whenever they defeated a golem.

Right on time came by a saimyosho going "kukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku..." as it flew by before being swatted by Sesshomaru's green poison whip. Turning, he headed in the direction that the arrow had come from earlier, before coming across the sight of a beared version of Kagura sitting on the miko's chest. He stopped and stared at the two of them before knocking the bearded thing off.

"Right, enough is enough for one day," muttered Sesshomaru as he unleashed an attack on the untypical figure. The incarnation deflected the attack, but by the time the smoke had cleared, Sesshomaru had gathered Kagome into his arms and formed the ball of light around them both before taking off into the night sky. The bearded Kagura tried to pursue but was rapidly being left in the dust.

revang08/02/2019 “Boo, that’s no fun,” Murakumo pouted, coming to a stop when the pair were out of his range of detection. “And just look what they’ve done to my lovely sakura pink hakama! This is going to take scrubbing.” After a minute of dejectedly stroking his ever-sparkly beard, he sighed. “I suppose I have to go report back to daddy now. He’s, like, so not going to be happy.”

Walter20508/02/2019 Inukimi sighed as she wrapped a hand around the enchanted necklace resting on her shoulders, watching the impudent half demon before her actually try to challenge her authority over all of them. He had drawn his sword and even dared to raise it against her, in her own sky palace none the less!

"Now you'll die for kidnapping us! Take this, Blades of Boulders!" yelled Inuyasha as he used the Rock Tetsuiga to unleash boulders formed into the shapes of claw strikes at his half brother's mother.

Unsuprisingly, a barrier formed into existence to block his attack, leaving him dumbfounded that one of his most powerful recently learned attacks was totally ineffective against his nemesis. As was usually the case, he fell back on a old friend of his next as he leapt into the air for his next attack.

"It's over. Wind Scar!"

At this point Sango, Miroku, and Shippou placed their heads into their hands. They knew he had run out of options at that point, but why does he think that that'll work? All three of them sighed out loud while the old energy attack struck and sizzled out against the barrier.

"Are you done playing tantrum, Inu Child?" asked Inukimi as her eyes started glowing with warning of potential punishments to come.

revang08/02/2019 Inuyasha growled low in his throat, still brandishing his Tessaiga. He didn’t know what this crazy bitch was capable of, and he didn’t like it one bit. There was no way in hell he was going to just let her keep them here captive. He still had to go find Kagome!

Miroku sighed and shook his head at his brash hanyou friend. He appreciated the protectiveness, and knew it was his way of caring for them, but sometimes.... Well, this had gone on long enough.

He calmly walked up and placed his hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Come now, Inuyasha, is this any way to treat our hostess? She has promised Kagome will be joining us here. We should listen to what the lovely lady has to say.”

This last comment earned him a glower from Sango, and he smiled back at her guiltily, scratching the back of his head.

Walter20508/02/2019 "Naraku, today is the day that I will end your reign of terror. This time you've gone too far, going after my intended like that!" yelled Kouga as he leaped to attack the demon that had been looking for his trail.

"Ah, the young demon leader of the Wolf Tribe returns. Did you come to peacefully hand over your five shards of the jewel?" asked Naraku mockingly as he prepared for battle.

"Shut up and die!" Kouga yelled as he leapt into the air and attacked with a leg kick. He surpisingly made impact with Naraku's body, wondering why he didn't impact the barrier first. The answer became clear when his leg started being absorbed into Naraku's body.

"No! I don't want this, you can't take me like this, I won't let it happen!" yelled Kouga while trying to free himself from Naraku's digusting mass.

"Heh, what would you know about not wanting something? If you had any clue you would know that Kagome doesn't want you in the least, yet you still pine for her affections at every turn as if she's going to suddenly warm up to you. But don't worry, I'll give you the companionship that she never will as you become one with me," Naraku cruelly taunted as the wolf continued to be further absorbed into his body.

revang08/02/2019 Suddenly in the sky came a bright pink projectile, squawking shrilly as it raced directly towards the fighting pair. At the last second, Naraku threw himself back, just barely avoiding the dangerous missile of purity, but losing his hold on the wolf. The arrow yelped repeatedly as it tumbled over and over itself, finally resting in a thatch of bushes several yards away.

Walter20508/02/2019 Kouga was not one to waste a good opportunity to run away. In a quick swirl of dust he was gone, taking the screaming pink object with him as it was caught up in his cyclone. Knowing that Naraku would be chasing after him though, he changed direction and instead of heading back to the Wolf Demon Hideout he instead started chasing Puppyboy's scent, although he seemed to almost be flying as the scent on the air seemed.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 "See!" Kouga thought to himself while running, "Kagome just saved my life, there's no way she could have known of my being in danger if she didn't feel it in her heart."

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notapaladin · 4 years ago

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that i will never leave your side

In which Acatl gets a puppy, because if anyone deserves unconditional love it’s this guy.

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Theoretically, the rainy season was almost over. Theoretically it should be getting cooler, or at least drier. The Storm Lord apparently didn’t care for theoreticals, because the sun on Acatl’s bare back was merciless and every deep breath felt like he was inhaling lake water.

At least there was a good breeze and better company. Teomitl had come to meet him for lunch, and it was difficult to be too surly about the weather—or indeed, about anything—when his lover was settling down next to him with that radiant smile and offering him tamales stuffed with greens and hot peppers. The breeze wasn’t enough to make holding each other comfortable, at least until the sun went down, but it was just enough for Teomitl’s fingers to tangle lightly with his as they ate. He found himself smiling.

I’m going to miss this, came the thought. He would. When the dry season began, the army would make their preparations for war in earnest, and he’d be lucky to see Teomitl at all before they left. And then...then there would be four long, cold months without his lover’s smile. He cast his gaze down to his meal. He’s strong and intelligent. He’ll come back safely, whether it ends in a victory or not. He has to.

Teomitl flicked a glance over to him. His own tamale was almost gone. “Good, isn’t it?”

“Mm.” He would have added more peppers, but it was still delicious. He gave Teomitl’s fingers a quick squeeze. “It’s not too spicy for you?”

He could feel his lover stiffening and glanced over to catch his glare. Apparently the question had affronted him; whether it was because he hated being the object of concern or thought it would make him seem weak, Acatl didn’t know. Probably both. “Never.”

Acatl raised an eyebrow at him and waited.

Sure enough, Teomitl’s shoulders relaxed, and he shook his head with a snort. “Just because your favorite meals come from Chantico’s own hearth fires doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t handle hot food.”

He thought about that. “...It’s not that spicy.”

“Remember when Neutemoc ate some of your food by mistake?”

He winced. Admittedly, watching his brother’s whole face turn red had been mildly entertaining, but the coughing and swearing and hopefully-not-serious death threats hadn’t.

“Exactly,” Teomitl said.

Seeking to cover his embarrassment, he took another bite of his tamale—it was almost gone—and commented, “I do know you like sweet things, though.” He’d discovered it purely by accident back when Teomitl had still been his student and a late-running lesson had resulted in them eating lunch together; he hadn’t known anyone could follow up a full meal with that much honey-drizzled fruit without the world’s worst stomachache to show for it. The thought of it still made him feel a bit ill, but even then the open and honest delight on Teomitl’s face had struck him to the core.

And now he had the pleasure of watching Teomitl turn very slightly red around the ears, which was better. “And?” he huffed. “Mihmatini is much worse.”

He smiled at the memory his lover’s words sparked. “Oh, I know. Has anyone ever told you about the time she tried to climb a cactus to get at the fruit? She was...oh, about eight at the time.”

Clearly, nobody had. Teomitl blinked at him, and Acatl watched as comprehension slowly dawned across his face. “She didn’t.”

Now he was grinning, and didn’t bother to hide it. It had been distressing at the time, but in hindsight he could admit that Mihmatini’s stubborn pout had been hilarious. “She did.”

Teomitl, to his credit, managed to hold in his laughter for one heartbeat, two—and then he cracked, shoulders shaking as he broke down in squeaky giggles. It was the cutest thing Acatl had ever heard in his life. “Oh, gods,” he wheezed, shaking his head. “I know I shouldn’t laugh—but I can just imagine her face—”

“Don’t tease her about it,” he warned. Not that he necessarily thought Teomitl would, but...well. I want him in my arms because he wants to be there. Not because his wife threw him out of the house.

“I enjoy having all my extremities attached to me.” Teomitl paused, studying the remnants of his tamale. “Besides, she has enough to worry about.”

A nasty chill oozed down his spine. “What happened?”

“Nothing!” And then he paused, glancing up at Acatl through lowered lashes. It was a sight that could have melted a stronger man’s heart; Acatl felt his own thump hard in his chest. He was always weak to that look—but then his lover continued, and the words jarred him back to reality. “She was wondering if you wanted a dog.”

A dog...? The words jumbled together in his head, and he had to take a moment to comprehend them. “As what, lunch?”

“As a pet,” Teomitl huffed.

Acatl blinked at him. “...A pet.”

Teomitl fidgeted, fingers toying restlessly with Acatl’s own. “The royal kennels are full of puppies this time of year. And she—I—that is...we’re planning on getting one for ourselves, too.”

“I’m not sure I...” He bit his lip, thinking. As a child, only a few families in his calpulli had been able to afford to keep dogs, and he couldn’t recall any of them being particularly sentimental over the beasts that kept vermin away from their turkeys. When he dealt with them now, it was invariably on the sacrificial altar or the dinner table. He’d never given any thought to having one as a companion. Wagging tails. Bright eyes. A warm and enthusiastic welcome home.

Teomitl seemed to take his silence as refusal, and pulled his hand away with a curt, “Forget it, then.”

Acatl twitched in surprise, lifting his head to watch the faint flush that stained Teomitl’s cheekbones. “No,” he blurted out—he might not be sure about the notion of a pet dog, but he was absolutely sure he hated the way Teomitl withdrew into himself when he felt hurt. Before Teomitl could pull away any further, he took his hand again. “I’ll come with you.”

Teomitl stared at him. “You will?”

He laced his fingers through Teomitl’s own, letting a smile tug at his lips. “I can see it means a lot to you.”

Now Teomitl was definitely blushing, and dropped his gaze to their joined hands. “...I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m away.”

He couldn’t stifle his smile anymore. “And you think a dog will keep me company as well as you do?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Teomitl muttered. “And if we both get dogs, they can play with each other, so they won’t be alone either.”

Oh, my heart. Acatl had to kiss him for that. It was a law immutable as the gods’ wrath. When Teomitl sighed and melted into it, not even the heat could stop him pulling the man into his arms.

It was some time before they managed to leave the courtyard.

The royal kennels were tucked away near the House of Animals. Compared to the extravagant enclosures for the rarer beasts, they were almost nondescript—a series of low, plain buildings with a strong smell of raw meat and wet dog. Acatl had never been there. He’d been half expecting chaos and noise, but the place was quiet. The slaves and servants moved with brisk purpose, one or two with medium-sized dogs on rope leads, and Acatl wound up gazing after them as they passed. They looked friendly, at least.

They made it two steps into a well-swept and almost aggressively clean courtyard before the kennelmaster appeared. His cloak was plain, but there were feathers tied into his hair and carved bone earrings in his ears. “Ah, my lords! How can I help you today?”

Teomitl stepped up, saving Acatl from having to put a sentence together. “We’re here to look at the most recently weaned litters.”

The man’s polite smile held a thread of real warmth. “Of course, my lords, right this way.”

As they followed the kennelmaster into the depths of the complex, Acatl drew closer to Teomitl’s side and asked in a quiet undertone, “Are you sure about getting one so young?”

He nodded. “They’ll be easier to train.”

Acatl thought about the small children he knew. At least when they needed something, they could tell you in human words. Puppies would just howl. So, not that much different from little Ollin, I suppose. “And needier.”

“Hm.” But Teomitl’s eyes were sparkling in a way that said he didn’t see this as much of a downside.

Acatl sighed, shaking his head. Teomitl had grown and changed so much since they’d met, but if his new hound needed to be housebroken or taken for a run around the main island, he would think nothing of delegating to a fleet of servants. Acatl would have no such safety net; he didn’t know what Ichtaca would think about him acquiring a pet, but he suspected it wouldn’t be complimentary. No, like as not he’d be doing all the work himself. He didn’t need the extra burden.

And yet...he thought about the dry season, and the cold, and four silent walls. He thought about affection that demanded nothing save trust. It was tempting.

They were coming to a long line of wooden cages, each filled with dogs. The Revered Speaker’s hunting dogs were long-legged creatures, most with short hair but one or two hairless. Acatl avoided looking at those; their wrinkled skin reminded him unpleasantly of ahuitzotls, and no amount of love for Teomitl would make that association palatable. The kennelmaster led them to the very end, where one cage—larger than the others—held several dozen puppies of all colors.

“Well, my lords, you may go in and say hello.”

He opened the cage. Teomitl went in, crouching down for a better look at a sleeping black-and-white one. For the space of a heartbeat, nothing happened.

And then one of the puppies yipped, and the rest swarmed, and Teomitl went down in a sea of wriggly, roly-poly bodies.

“Oof!”

Acatl all but scrambled in, reaching to help him up, but realized as soon as he did so that he’d miscalculated. Entering the cage put him and his sandal straps within range of sharp little teeth, and when they pulled him off-balance he had to sit down before he fell. “Teo—ack!” He’d seen puppies before, from a distance. A nice, safe distance. He hadn’t seen them like this, all wiggling excitement and fur as they clambered over his lap.

Teomitl was no help. He was flat on his back and clearly in his element, ruffling one puppy’s ears while seeming blissfully unaware of the one gnawing on his cloak. Even more were vying for his attention, and he chattered to them in a tone Acatl hadn’t even heard him use with Ollin. If he was feeling suicidal or felt like sleeping alone until the end of next summer, he might have described it as cooing. “Oh, look at you! Yes, hello—oh, no, I can’t pet all of you at once!” It wasn’t stopping him from trying.

Acatl was regretting having put his cloak back on. The extra fabric only meant more things for puppies to chew, sniff at, and get tangled in, and it was a struggle to remain upright with half a dozen tiny things all snuffling around him. “Excuse—no, do not chew on my hair!” Annoyed, he jerked his head out of the range of curious teeth, but even that didn’t help; the offending dog, a red-and-white female, seemed to view it as a new and exciting game. Another one took the distraction as a chance to bound into his lap and rear up on its hind legs, planting its slobbery tongue on his chin.

“I’m terribly sorry,” said the kennelmaster, who did not sound sorry at all. Acatl threw him a glare, but it was hard to summon up much irritation with a puppy licking his face; its tail was wagging so fast it was practically a blur.

Besides, Teomitl was delighted, and his joy was infectious. Acatl was more acutely aware of it than he’d ever been of his own heartbeat or of his patron’s magic. When a tiny yellow puppy shoved its nose into his ear, the reward was another one of those undignified squeaks of laughter that always flipped Acatl’s heart upside down.

Before he knew it, he realized he was smiling. “...You love dogs.”

Teomitl’s grin split his face. “Mm-hmm.” A mostly-white one started trying to gnaw his hair, and he gently shoved it away. “I always wanted a pet of my own.”

“I can see that,” he murmured. Teomitl had grown up like a wildflower under the eye of an assortment of nurses and tutors and older, distant relations. He doubted any one of them had looked at the lonely boy his lover had once been and thought to give him any sort of gifts, never mind a companion that would repay his care with unconditional devotion. The thought pinched Acatl’s heart.

But before he could get emotional over it, the dog in his lap was pushed off by its bigger sibling, who proceeded to stomp in an irregular circle—remarkably uncomfortable, that—and settle down to sleep without a single care in the world. Blinking, he looked down at it. It was mostly black with dark orange feet, eyebrows, and muzzle, and its fur was very, very soft. Its floppy ears looked even softer.

“...Oh,” he managed.

Teomitl pushed himself upright, dislodging a few of his own furry passengers. “I think you’ve been chosen.”

Carefully, he risked lifting one hand and stroking the puppy’s ears. It snored on, undisturbed, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “...Good boy,” he murmured. “Good boy.” Its ears really were very soft. It took a moment before he could respond to Teomitl’s words. “...Perhaps I have.”

Long ago, Teomitl had done much the same thing—had barged into his life and made a home for himself in his heart, standing on the steps of his temple in the setting sun. “I still need you” flashed into his head, followed a moment later by the just as devastating memory of another sunset on the temple steps, when a smile had reached into his chest and pulled joy from the depths of his own uncertainty. He gazed down at the dog in his lap. It wouldn’t be the first time someone else has chosen me, and look where it’s gotten me now. A joy I never would have known otherwise.

“Well?” Teomitl asked. “What do you think?”

He bit his lip, thinking. One of the dog’s hind legs twitched, as though it was running in its dreams. “...This one seems to like me.”

“He has good taste,” Now Teomitl was smiling; Acatl suddenly, fervently wished they didn’t have an audience. It was too easy to imagine himself leaning over and kissing that smile.

Before he could do anything reckless, he shifted his weight in preparation for getting to his feet, and immediately realized he had a problem. “...Ah. How do I...” He looked down at the dog again, which hadn’t even stirred...but which surely would, if he got up too quickly and startled it. He chewed his bottom lip again. Surely, carrying a puppy couldn’t be too much different from carrying one of his baby nieces or nephews, but it was so small.

“Like this.” Teomitl reached over and adjusted his hold, helping him settle the puppy—his puppy now—into his arms. As he’d thought, it was much the same as carrying a human infant, but the puppy had a wiggly body and dull little nails, and as Teomitl helped him nestle it against his shoulder it blinked sleepy brown eyes at him. He barely dared breathe.

A dog. Something to take care of. Something that will live by my side so that I won’t be alone. “I’ll take him,” he blurted out.

“Really?” Teomitl looked surprised, as though he wasn’t expecting Acatl to make a decision so soon.

Truthfully, Acatl hadn’t been expecting it either, but it felt good. It felt right. He thought of the long months ahead, of going home to an empty house at the end of the day, of eating his meals in silence. He thought about a cold nose tucked into the crook of his arm and little paws twitching in dreams. He even thought, briefly, of playing tug-of-war with the hound it was sure to grow up to be. Maybe he could sacrifice his formal cape to the cause. “Really.”

“An excellent choice, my lord.” Acatl twitched; he’d almost forgotten the kennelmaster was there. “Will you be needing a cage for him?”

Ah. Right. Dogs needed things like beds and chewable objects that were not his sandals, sleeping mat, or cookware. “...That would be appreciated, yes. And a leash, as well.”

As the kennelmaster left, presumably to find what Acatl had asked for, Teomitl beamed like the sun. “What will you name him?”

He hadn’t thought of a name, but one came to him anyway. “...Miton, I think.” Little Arrow.

Now Teomitl was blushing and swatting his shoulder, but it was worth it.

#obsidian and blood #acatl #teomitl #paladin writes stuff

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elachuz · 7 years ago

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are you like... ACTUALLY boss baby kin? :/ because ive been meaning to follow you but youre kin with someone from a kids movie? WTF?

Survival of the fittest.It is the law of the jungle.There is always someone trying to take away what is yours.How do I know?I almost passed me.Tim Templeton...Cease from monkeying around.The hot dogs are cooling.Hot dogs?At least I remember.Very good friend is lunchtime.I was seven ...and at that age, one depends on your imagination.Tim!Our heroe!Relax, Mom and Dad.I got this!HOT SAUCESujtense!Sometimes I rescued my parents.Over there!Other times, they me.- I lose control! - Tim, look out!Tree!I can not hear you well!Slow down, Tim!- Gira, Tim! - Turn!- You got hurt? - I'm fine.See those teeth.There were only three.Los Templeton.And three is the perfect number.Interesting fact.The triangle is the strongest shape in nature.It was the luckiest kid in the world.My parents had a great job!Company working for the world's largest pet:PerriCorp.- Yes, Mr. Francis. - PerriCorp you need.It is time to act.Working in an area called Marketing ...in throwing new products.Although my parents worked very hard ...always they reserved enough for me.Three stories, five hugs and my special song, okay?Done deal.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightHey, Tim, how about having a little brother?No thanks. So I'm fine.Life was good. It was perfect.But go falling asleep ...something my parents said made me think.Where do babies come from?FAMILYFAMILYFAMILYFAMILYMANAGEMEN WELCOME TO MANAGEMEN A HEAD IN DIAPERSThe day he arrived my brother began like any other ...but I did not imagine ...that my life would never be the same.Wake up, shorty! They are 7 amWake up, shorty!Good day, Maguin!What great adventure is waiting for you today?Yes!My parents always said I had a very active imagination.But I remember clearly ...the baby came to us in a taxi.What?Oye!Tim, look who came!Say hello to your new baby.To me what?Little brother.I had a million questions.Who is that guy? What is he doing here?Why the suit?Why are you so fat? Why do I look like?Do you know karate? What's going on?Over there?- Good. - Good.From the beginning, she is yelling at everyone ...He gave them orders.You want this?Something was obvious. He was the boss.Shamelessly he puts his office in the middle of the house.He organized together.- Called? - Want to Mr. Squeaky?Many, many boards.Even in the middle of the night.I woke up, I woke up!- We're coming! - It did not take!If things were not done to your satisfaction ... immediatelyHe had a tantrum.- What about the bottle? - Give him his bottle!Had everyone eating out of his pudgy hands.Everyone except me.- Nappy! - Bottle!- Nappy! - Bottle!Dad, I can not sleep!Already. Me neither.The baby needs a lot of attention now.OK, good bye.- But ... - Quiet.Daddy is here. Daddy is here.What about me?Year: 2057.The alferes T-Rex and I investigated a hostile alien invasion.It's much worse than we thought.Mom, is naked!I'm naked!Say "naked".No!Who is the baby Mommy? You're the baby Mommy?No, it's the burly dad, right?One of us should go to the convention pets.In Las Vegas.- You know what? See you. - No no. See you.You need a break.- I'll take the baby and you ... - Let the baby decide.Who do you want to stay with you? Is Dad or Mom?A papi?He loves his mom.Well, we need to talk!In private.- Clear. - On what, champ?Sobre el B-E-B--S.Without "that", Tim.That came out of nowhere!Do not we know it!We can not trust him.Calma, is just a baby.Really? Am I the only one here who thinks that guy has something weird?- Oh, I got it. - Still serves.Tim?Look at him! Bring a suit!I know, is not a tenderness? It's like a little man.Always carrying a briefcase!Would anyone else you think?I do not know, a little strange?You were wearing a Borreguita everywhere.Borreguita has nothing to do!Every baby is different, Tim.And each one is special.It is is taking over the whole house!You're taking over the house?Of course. Of course.Believe me, one day know better this little ...and then you're going to want with all my heart.Like us.With all my heart?Never.Hello!It's time for my three stories, hugs and five special song!How about a story?Three hugs and my special song?Is it only my special song?Mom?Dad?Hey.Do not they're going to wrap?On Monday I give Mr. Francis!Do not Cry! Do not Cry...Hello?Hello? No, ma'am yet.No, not excuses.Yes ma'am, I know you've been here a long time.Believe me, I feel as if carrying a lifetime.I'm already making progress with parents.The usual procedure: sleep deprivation, hunger strikes.They are very confused.I have them eating out of my hand.They do everything for me.It's hilarious.But I think the boy suspected something.No. I got this.I know how important this mission for the company.Mission?Believe me, lady, I'm the baby for the job.Hands up, evil baby!Gas! Butts! Caca!I deal with the NI-N-O.You can talk!No, really talk. I heard you!All right. I can talk.Let's see if you listen.Get me a double espresso ...and looking for a good sushi place nearby.Would kill for a spicy tuna roll.And buy something for you.Who you are?Let's just say I'm the boss.The boss? You're a baby! Diaper use.You know who else wears a diaper?Astronauts and racing drivers.It is efficient, Templeton.The average child spends about 45 hours a year on the potty.I'm the boss. I do not have much free time.Well, you're not my boss.- Yeah I'm your boss. - Do not.- yes. - Not.- Yes! - Not!- yes. - Not!- yes. - Not!Yes. Yes.Yes. Yes.I arrived first.Wait for Mom and Dad to know.Oh yeah? Do you think you would choose instead of me?With your history?You dont know nothing about me.Yea that you want, right? Let's see.Templeton, Timothy. Second name...I am sorry.Leslie!- mediocre grades. - How you know too much?Can not you ride a bike without training wheels?Even the bears know how to ride a bike without training wheels, Leslie.You have 7 years.Seven and a half.Nap! What were you saying?I have seven and a half years.Exact! You are old.It is time to make way for the next generation.So the world works.you would not ask your parents an old toy.Borreguita?Everyone wants the fashion.Destroys. Destroys.- Borreguita! - I have new batteries.Five!Mom and Dad did not even know you.They worship Me!Oh yeah? You have the account, child.There is a limited amount of love.It's how are you accounts.You used to have all the love of your parents.All your time. All his attention.You were all accounts.But then I came along.Babies require a lot of time.They need much attention. They receive all the love.We could share.Obviously you not studied Economics.Look, Templeton, do not give numbers.There is not enough love for both.Not enough accounts.And suddenly, there is no room for Tim.Tim no longer fits.Oh no! And Tim?So silence. Get out of my way.Or there will be downsizing.They can not fire you from your own family.Or if?Wake up, shorty! They are 7 amAwake, Dwarf ...!For what?Stand up for a nutritious breakfast!They are 7 amWhat happens, Timothy?Does that made you sad little man?I'll throw a curse on him!It wont happen!No case, Maguin.He has deceived mom and dad.If they knew what I know, would not let him stay.Maybe your parents will need to open your eyes.With a great curse!Not pass!Yes. Should I open their eyes ...With proof!That I need evidence!Reveal your dark magic!Testing testing.Testing testing.Maybe they can return it!And their money back.We can buy an inflatable house!Good luck, Tim! They are 8:45 amNinja.Ninja.Ninja.Ninja.Babies everywhere! They spread.Mom! Dad! What's going on?It's an invasion!It's game day!What a good photo.It is a meeting, and you're not going to attend.Come on.We'll see.Thank you for coming on such short notice.Well, before you start ...CHILD IS LISTENING?Yes sir!- Clear! - Affirmative!Jimbo, generates interference.Oye!- Babies are in crisis! - Oh no!- That bad! - What a horror!What's going on?It is easier to demonstrate them. Teddy, please.We will give a show!Here we go!Jimbo, lights.You see, no longer babies receive as much love as before.Why? Do we misbehave?No, Staci.But I tell you who yes.Here is our mortal enemy. The puppies!Do not! That's the problem.The puppies? What is going on with them?Along the history...people have babies loved more than anything in the world.We have always been indispensable ...number one on any wish list.The cubs were pure accessories.But everything changed when the puppies started to leave ...with new design models.Each lovelier than the last.You remember the labradoodle?Does the peekapoo?Does the chiweenie? Try to speak without smiling.Impossible. Do not waste your time.We all laughed shar pei.And now the number one in China.- Oh no! - How terrible!- Horrendous! - Yes.And things get worse.Francis Francis, director of Perricorp, gave this announcement.Teddy, running video.Everything goes in a while ...to present the most adorable puppy ever.Whatever launch at the convention in Las Vegas pet!Attention, Planet!It will sweep away the competition!- How good! - No, Jimbo.Nothing of "how well"! We are the competition!This is war.Puppies are winning, we are losing babies.Thank you, Teddy.And if the new puppy is so cute as we fear ...It could be the end of the baby business.That bad!Bad news!What are we going to do?My job is to figure out what ...to BebCorp can stop it.And you will help me.- Genius! - tops!You're still the best, boss!How good!How good.Well, all parents work in PerriCorp.Have you learned something from them?- Yes sir! - Clear!Great. What, Triplets?- A - B.- C. - D.No, what have you learned about the new puppy?Yes, puppy!No, Jumbo! Puppies are bad.Staci, read the notes.I do not know how to read. What does it say?This is my team?A burly, a lot of activists and doodler?- Exactly! - Affirmative!Well said.- Yes! - Good, BB!I have you!Leave that cookie. They are for those serving missions.- We want another show! - No, Teddy. Do not.- A hug? - No more shows!Boss?- There is enough love. - Go to sleep!Goodnight.- Boss! - Boss!- What? - Parents!It's like they have a small board.- Is not it adorable? - Who wants dessert?Heavens, how humiliating.Heavens, how humiliating.Wait for mom and dad to hear this.Hey, Templeton, what have you got there?Nothing.Give me that tape.Never!Mom! Dad! Here!- Hey, Timmy! - Hello! Anyway...Flower Power!You can not escape the law, bobo.Put the belt. Let's move on!Run Run Run.What? Hears!Run Run Run.Catch, catch, catch.Yes!How good!Let me go, small ...Look! At last the children get along.How good.Sayonara!They want to play?Let's play.No!Rescue the Boss! Rescue the Boss!- Get him! - I am going!- I am going! - I am going!You're fried, Mr. Baby!Upa, upa!Who wants...?Cheese sticks!Mom Dad! I have evidence!Can not you go downstairs?Nothing can stop me!Mom! Dad! Where are they?Hello?Where have all gone?Mom Dad! The baby can talk!Do not tell me.Wait, how ...?Give me that tape. Timmy.O Borreguita get hurt, do you see?No!What do you say, Borreguita? You want a nose ring?Not my style, but who am I to judge?And one eyebrow? I think too, Borreguita.How you will look at a job interview?Basta!The recording, Timmy! Or I will pe-da-zos.Do not! Let her go!- Let her go you! - Let her go you!- Tape! - Give me a Borreguita!Oops! Too far.Templeton! Be reasonable.We can be reasonable, right? What do you do?You'd have you wanted since you arrived!We can drink a little juices and speak!It happened when the little juices.No, Templeton. You would not dare.Adiosito, baby! You are fired!What do you do?Nothing.My evidence!Tim! I want an explanation!Yes, an explanation.I did not go! It's the fault of the baby.Blame the baby?It is true! You can speak.Everyone can speak. They have a meeting.They say something about puppies.It's a conspiracy of babies!Timothy Leslie Templeton!We are very disappointed.- No, we're upset with you! - Yes, annoying.- Annoying? - You need a punishment!- You're punished! - Yes, punished!- Two Three!- Three days? - Weeks!Weeks! Three weeks!Three eternities!Punished?You're staying at home with your little brother ...until they learn to get along.Genial.It was my first time behind bars.Prison.The confinement.Punished for life.The minutes turned into hours, hours into days.Everyone has their breaking point.This was mine.The blackbird sings silent night- Take these broken wings and learn to fly. - Hey, that's my song.All your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightNot for nothing, dwarf.Maybe I can help.The blackbird singing in the dead of night!Please, you take these broken wings and learn to fly!Fly, you fools!Thank you, Maguin.But it's not the same.If only I could reach my magic knife.We could escape from this prison.Templeton!Templeton, we must speak.Get out of here.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightBasta!It's my song, not yours.My parents wrote just for me.Really? Your parents are Lennon and McCartney?No, Ted and Janice.I do not even know their names!Robrmelos try.You stole everything!You should be in jail!Look, it's time to put aside our differences.Been ...?No!Where it is Human Resources when you need them?Take it.I do not want your filthy money.I told you not to get in my way.I can not! You are in my house.I do not want to be here...Like you do not want to be here.So why do you torture me?The truth is that I am not an ordinary baby.Do not tell me.I have a mission from heaven.Are you the child Jesus?Yes. I am the baby Jesus.No!I'm a middle manager of the company.The company? What company?Look.Take it. This explains everything.What do you want me to do with that?- I want you to suck. - Suck it you!It's not for you.I Do not suck!- Suck it. - I do not know where you've been!The important thing is not where you've been, but where will take.You do not want to know?Where do babies really come from?Hickey. Pacifier. Bibi.Bubu. Bobo. Baba.Chupetn. Sniffer. Muffler.It has many names.But their power will let you know the truth.Faster!Mom!Where we are?Welcome to BebCorp!I can not believe it.- Thank you. - What?Quiet. They can not see us or hear us.- Are we something like virtual? - Yes.- You mean you will not feel? - Do not.- Not this? Nothing.Karate!Do not make a fool of myself, Templeton. I can see you.So here babies come from?What did you think? Tra that the stork.The fairies?No, my parents told me that ...What?No. Yuck.Yeah, I figured it was not.I can not believe my parents did not tell this.If they knew where babies come from, they would not have one.Like the hot dogs, by the way.Upa!And how come I do not remember this place?Yes, you remembered.When normal babies take away the pacifier ...BebCorp forget.And how is it that you're not normal?Some of us, the best ...we selected for ...For the greatest honor.Being senior management.Here, Templeton, all the action.Naptime in Sector G.Does this place is for babies operated?Yes.My dad says: "Those who can, do things"."Those who do not supervise".Your dad is a hippie.What happens when they grow up?We do not grow.We drink a top-secret formula that makes us be babies forever.To work! The hour of the formula is over!We are in crisis!Do not they know that we are in crisis?Who is she?He's my boss. The great Chief Baby.And why is she screaming?You see this graph?It looks like a giant cake.It represents all the love in the world.- I love cake. - Who does not?- Of Apple. - Yes.- No, Cherry! - Perfect!- pumpkin, no. - All right.It is a plant.The point is that slice of the puppies grows more and more.Be're stealing our love!As you stole me.Exactly.And if this continues ...may not leave enough pie for babies.Nothing pie?Nothing cake.So my mission is to find out what is this new puppy.Are you on a spy mission? Great!Yes! Great! And if ... When you succeed ...I will be a legend in BebCorp.As the Super Big Chief Baby, Baby Head Mega ...Huge Head Baby ...and the.That's a very fat baby.No, she's the Big Chief Baby Gorda ...He is the Big Boss Baby Fat Super Colossal.He was the youngest CEO Infante in the history of the company.It was? What happened to him?He retired, years ago.But I still try to do justice to his legend.In each situation, I wonder ..."Q-H-E-G-J-B-G-S-C?""What would the Big Boss Super Colossal Baby Fat?"Is all you get? Your picture on the wall?Come here!Will I get a promotion.The corner office ...with bacinica privada.Genial.So when you finish you coming back here?D -E. I -N -M -E -D -I -A -T -O T - I-M.I'm not a family man. My place is behind a desk.- Amazing! - Is that right?What?I swear I will fasten his diaper on the wall!Do we have news Little Chief Baby?The one who sent the Templeton?- I do not know. - You are fired!Oh no.They are all fired!Pet Convention is in two days.If you do not get answers ...You're fired, retired!- Bye! - the visit is over.Why he shouted the Big Chief Baby Bossy?Demands results.Pet The convention is in two days and I have nothing!It's her! Do not answer!Siesta stress!If I do not find out what it is that new puppy, and soon ...not only I will not get a promotion ...They could fire me!Hey, easy.Surely there are other great baby jobs, right?Meanwhile, two days go so fast.Better start packing.What?You do not understand, Templeton.If I get fired, I will remove the formula.I will become a normal baby ...and I live here with you forever.- Do not! - Yes!And I promise ...every morning when you wake up ...I'll be there.Every night at dinner ...I'll be there.On every birthday party ...I'll be there.Each Christmas!I'll be thereYear after year after year.We grow old together.You and I...we will be brothers.Always.- No. No, this is terrible! - I know.- Can not be. - But if it is!- You can not stay! - Do not!- Do not panic! - It is right!I know, but we need to fix this.We must ensure that you do not get fired.Both?Both.I'll help you...just to get rid of you.Done deal?Done deal.Not to see you again.Ditto.Now to work.Come on, come on, come on.With effect!No no.There is nothing about a new puppy.You are not going to work?I'm very busy delegating.Knock short!When we find the file ...What will we do?To send ninjas baby?Something better.I will write the perfect memo.- Pum! - Pum!Wait. What is a memo?A memo is something you write to inform people.Is that your plan? Is writing a report read?How boring.No, Templeton.What are memos for important things.A memo can bring people.A memo can be a call to arms ...a manifesto, a poem.A memo can change the world.Whoops! When you explain so ...still it sounds boring.You'll learn, kid.You will learn.Just a moment. That's!What? What thing?Watch this. "Day take your child to work".Why?Because it's great!It's disgusting.Do not you see? We can enter PerriCorp!And find out what the new puppy!It's no use.You are punishment.Your parents do not take us anywhere.You're right. They believe that hate us."Hate" is a strong word.Correct, but strong.We must convince them that we are truly brothers.Clear.We ...Detestamos?No.We please!No. Let us ...What what what...What what what...Who, who, who ...No.Forget this. You do not mean ...We want.Vomiting a cut and I drew it.- Here comes the little train! - Do not.Nothing train!Stop the train! Do not! It seems digested food!Who's there? I have a racket!What's going on here?I feed the baby.We observe.Good.Good.There's your train.I have not seen sailor. Not even it's Friday!Come on, you're going to put this thing!Are you going to force? You can not, bratty.- What have you done to me? - Enough!- Come back here! - Do not!Do not even dream about it.You!Tim, what are you doing here?Oh no.What is this scandal?Is not it adorable?Also I have one for you! All aboard!What?What a pity.Cheese!Smile for the camera.You make me feel weak.- You have tickles? - With me it does not work.- Here? - I do not feel anything.Anda everyone has a weakness."I do not think I fit, 'said Gretel."Come, look at this."I could go myself.""And then, Hansel and Gretel ..."They pushed the old baked."And the wicked witch burned to death."Lets see if I understand.It is a story about cannibalism and burn people alive.Yes.No wonder kids are so confused!Get along is exhausting.Same here, Tim.You should see your face in that picture.You were ...No it tickles me.Once a corporate retreat. Strange things happen there.What? Do not you ever had tickled? Not even your parents?I am sorry. I forgot it.You did not have parents, right?Tim, I look like a baby ...but I was born an adult.I can not imagine not being a child.Did you miss all your childhood?Never you had someone who loved you?You can not miss what you never had.Wake up, shorty!Hey, Tim. Wake up, champ.- What? - The sun has risen.Something happens? I am fired?No, you're late to work.What?It is the day to bring children to work. And you're my son.You are officially descastigado.- Seriously? - Seriously.The baby can come too?I dont see why not.Yes! Yes Yes Yes!Yes!I would go so excited.Look, my shovel.How good.All right, gentlemen. Welcome to PerriCorp!Great! It is incredible!Y Tim, mira!There's a pool of dogs!What toilet.Champion, do you want a picture with Pete PerriCorp?No thanks. It might scare the baby.Well thought.Dad and I have to work.Would you like to join us and spend time with us?Let your brother in the PerriZona ...to hang out with you.With me?We know that we could be with you as much as before.So what do you think?No thanks.I prefer to spend some time with the baby.- Cute. - How cute.You clear your goal, Templeton.We discover what the new puppy and go home.Stay in the PerriZona, yes?Yes bye.There must be the record of the new puppy!We not achieve through that door.Through that door, no.The dog door.And how we dodged the guard?No no no. Forget this.No!Sticky gunk pants.What a nice Perri ...!How good!Children.Gatea!On all fours!I never had humiliated me so much!Hear!Catch it!What am I doing?Oh no!Yes!What a good dog.No. Do not bite.Timothy Templeton, ninja de oficina.- Here. - What did you find?You should be here.NO CLOSER NOT ALLOW CHILDRENWe begs her to enter.Go.Yes it is a lot of paperwork.I thought the puppies were shattered everything.This is giving me afraid.I come for your soul.Do not do that!Wait!There is!The file!You see? I told you!No. I've seen this somewhere.We must seek to be replaced.True. Another record.Yes! Weighing the same.So we put in the same position.- That despite the same. - You said it.I know I already said. Hey, you hit me twice!Make it three. Wait!I think I saw one.Manila folder, pressed edges.As 1.5 kilos. No, 1.4.Try this.Wait!It's already perfect.Yes!I think we should run.I know, but it's fascinating.I want to see how it ends.I also.Well, it did not end well.FELL!What?What...?Thanks for dropping here, kids.Francis Francis?I see you've met my older brother, Eugene.A man of few words.No, indeed.Do you wear the mask again, please?What is all this?Surprise!A pacifier BebCorp? Where did you get it?Do not you recognize me?Maybe when I was young.Super Colossal Big Boss Baby?He is he? And it's you?Although older and wrinkled.That is not right.No. You were my hero!How did you end up here?You know what I do to children who ask many questions about me?Eugenio!I read my record!And I baked cookies!Eugenio, my chair.Well, it all started in BebCorp ...a long long time ago.I was a senior executive ...I was going straight to the top.Everybody loved me!They gave me a promotion, luxury office!Even my own ...!Bacinica personal?I had it all.But one day...I discovered something terrible.It was growing.The formula did not work anymore.It turned out to be lactose intolerant.- Do not! - Yes!I had to appear before the board.What is "vindictive" board?Older babies heads in the world.I thought you loved me.But I was replaced with someone new.Someone younger.That's horrible.Suddenly, she had all the love ...all the attention.You know what it feels like, huh, Tim?It hurts, does not it?Yes. Yes it hurts.And then what happened?Well...I got fired!And I took my special formula.Then I was sent here to live with!- Family! - Oh, no, Francis!BebCorp betrayed me!And I can finally take revenge!With the Eternal Puppy!That's it?No no.Imagine a puppy that never grows.A puppy puppy that remains forever.When you launch my Cubs Eternos in every corner of the world ...They are so adorable ...Cute!No one will want a baby ever, ever again.The end of BebCorp!Please.A puppy that never grows? It is impossible!Or not?It was, until you brought me the essential ingredient.My secret formula.It's mine! It's mine!It's all mine.No!They brought me just what I needed to destroy BebCorp!- Do not! - Yes!They fell straight into my trap!- Do not get away with it! - Yes, we're going to ...What? To accuse?Who will tell, Tim? To your parents?And children?They should stay in PerriZona.The two go with me to Las Vegas.So do not meddle.I would not want that removed.They never leave us alone.Really?Wait for the expert know ...PerriCorp in child care.Oh no.- Do not be nervous. - It's just one day.Back very soon.In addition, they will be in good hands.So is!Eugenia is almost perfect in every way.No.Please do not go with him. Francis Francis tries ...Believe me ...Eugenia will not take your eyes off your children.Not for a second.That reassures me.Now they see.And now, no.Adiosito!To the airport!It's over. I'm fried.What do we do, Templeton?What do we do?To go to the airport to arrest Francis Francis!Before the plane takes off!Yes! But how do we avoid the evil nanny?Well, we could do something.Hey, it is not that serious.You're good?What happens?Do not look at me!Oh no!Without the formula, I become a normal baby!You know, Gugu gaga. All the matter!Oh no!Gross!I'm a time bomb baby!I'll become a helpless baby vomits and makes poops!Wait. That gives me an idea.What? What thing?I have had many nannies ...and all are afraid of one thing.Well, the secret to frying butter ...It is a touch of margarita.Hey, Miss Macho!The baby! I think he's sick!You have to do something!How awful!- Templeton! - Delicioso!Gross! WE entered the mouth!Me too!I think I'm going to vomit!Bucitum!An hour Lacks the plane takes off!Use the bike.The bike?I dont know...Let's move on!- Wait! - What?Where are you going? Templeton!Always wear a helmet.Adiosito, head loo!We're not going to achieve!Staci!Staci, responde!Ay, enough!- Are you you, boss? - Code Red!I WILL pursues a murderous nanny! Gather the team!Done, boss.- Hello. - Hello.- Hello! - Code Red!Aware!code red. I repeat ...Code Red!What do you do? Get moving!It's against the law!Take, I pay the fine!Come on!I think we lost!No, we did not lost.Flower Power!Very well done!It broke!Run Run Run.Run Run Run.Tim, faster!I can not!If you can!You can, Templeton. The view to the front.I said eyes front!Turn up the ass! Pedaling raring!If you do not win the day, the day you win you.Good!My wheels! I can not stand without training wheels!What you think you can or you can not, it's true.What are you talking about?The road to success is not a straight line, Templeton ...but a bumpy ride ...like a ship at sea.And you're the captain!Let taming a turbulent sea!I'm the captain who tames the sea!Good!Tree! I'm going to crash!If you aim to fail, always triumph.- What? - Do not point to failure!! I'm getting there! Whatever I'm doing it!When success is a habit ...everything is downhill.Look!They are there! Mom Dad!Train!Detente!What do you do?- We will make it. - I do not have a phrase for this!You did!Do not! We did it.And your wheels coaches.Make way!Baby on Board!Hold your diaper!Get down and cover!Whoa, dude!Depth review in both.They are there! Mom Dad!Not so fast!Oh no.Templeton!- Hears! - Sorry!Where are you?Oh no!No again!Not now!What...?No no no!Quick!I think I ate $ 1.75.Excuse me, with permission. Mom! Dad!Quick! Move!We will lose the plane!- Do not! - I warned!Wait!- Do not! - Do not.Mom! Dad! Stop!No!No no no.They left.I failed.It would have reached my parents if I had not come back for you!What? We had arrived with plenty of time!If thou wilt walk in bike like a normal kid!We can not stop the launch.Does matters? My parents are in danger!I care! BebCorp will go bankrupt!It's the only thing you're talking about!I do not even know what being part of a family!And you do not know what it is to have a job!You do not know anything about hugs, stories, or special songs!Please! Stop acting like a baby.You are a baby!Recant.My life was perfect until you came!Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I wish I'd met you not!Would not you were born!Where are you going?Good!Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flightTimothy Templeton, please take the courtesy phone.Timothy Leslie Templeton, please take the courtesy phone.Leslie.Hello?It's me. Do not hang. Tim!Tim, I was born. I was hired.What do you mean?BebCorp is the only home I've ever known.You're right, I do not know what is ...being part of a family.But I do care.Really?Yes.And the only way to save is to stop both Francis Francis.Yes.I can not do it without you, Tim.I need you.- If we make a good team. - Do not.I literally did not reach the knobs.True.Neglected, Tim.Let's save your parents.And your company.But how do we go to Las Vegas?We need a miracle.Follow that Elvis!Why?Where there is Elvis, there Vegas!There's another one!And other!They are everywhere!Tim, there's our flight!And there goes our ticket!Hey! Don't be cruel!I am sorry!- Oh thanks! - Oh, baby!Many thanks.Hi.Hi.Input please.Just a moment.It was stolen!Imitates a un imitator of Elvis?Get him!Alto!The ghost of Elvis!We need seats!Quick, over here!What is this place?This, Templeton, is first class.Why it is empty?No one can afford it.That's why it's so wonderful.Hello! Ross captain speaking.Ladies and gentlemen, and economy class.Fasten seat belts. Let's take off.What's the matter, Templeton?My parents always hold hands when we took off.Actions are a shambles today.Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Ross again.You see, I turned off the seat belt sign.What are you two doing here?We are the children of Captain Ross.He sat us here.So they want to bring them something?Whatever?Whatever.Good. Francis Francis.You'll never kidnap the parents of Tim Turto.Please, I wish it were that easy.What is your plan?You will not write a memo, do you?No.Hey, you say you did not have children, right?And if you try?- No I can not. - It's fun!Takes, you get into character.I dont know. I feel silly!You! Dile algo cruel.Okay, okay.So you study at a community college, right?I dont know.Keep going!And you dare to ask me a bonus now?Ves?You're getting into the role.I can not believe it.Your exit interview is over!That was good.And who was he?- Captain! - What?En garde!Hard!There it goes!Watch your rear!- Taking! - Dodge, blocks and attacks!It sounds like a law firm!Nice try! Attention!You are fired!And here is your final settlement. Ha!Wait! You must not end with "Ha!"No?You must finish with "Argh!"It is understood! Argh!Excellent!Thank you. I just got carried away.Ladies and gentlemen, and tourist class ...to the left of the plane ...you will see that we approach the fabulous Las Vegas.Land in sight!That's right, comrade.Goodbye dad! Thank you!- You're welcome. What? - Let's move on.- Go to Heartbreak Hotel? - I'm going to Heartbreak Hotel.- I also! - I also!I also!We have to get to the convention center!Do we take a taxi?Ray! And I spent all my travel expenses. That's better.Perfect.Excuse me, ladies.Could you take us home?Jimmy is sick and needs an expensive medicine.Where do they live, honey?In the convention center.Bye sweetheart!Have fun at your party!Girls love babies.People do not know Long Island iced tea.How to find my parents here?Tim!Over there.Well, where is PerriCorp?PerriCorp, PerriCorp, PerriCorp...AHA! Here it is. I found it!But how...?Hey, where did you get?Not again!Please! I need you!I came back! I came back!What's going on?So is.Let's launch a new puppy on every continent!In each country!We're going to take over the world one heart at a time!- Tim, are there! - Mom Dad!Imagine a puppy that never grows ...and never gets old.A puppy that is small forever.I present all you are going to love in life:The Eternal Puppy!Mom?No mires, Templeton!Hears! What are you doing here?Mom Dad!What are you doing here?What do Tim and baby here?What do all of us here, really?What's happening here?You got my parents!We are here for them.Go for them!They go their Eternal Puppy!We must go behind the scenes.Over there!Run!Quick, quick, quick!Left Right! Left Right!Yes!Gas. Butts. Caca.Look at all that formula!What a way to launch a product.Oh no!He put them under rocket!Elvis has left the building!Mom Dad!I'm going!Well said! Come on, Tim! Run Run!Launch started.I'll throw my Cubs Eternos and there is nothing they can do!No!BebCorp stole all my love ...and now I'm going to get.You should understand me.You'd replaced, like me!Do not! I'm not like you!Brat!Let go of our parents! Her parents! Parents!Yes!You could have had the love of your parents just for you!But no!You ruined it!Let that baby you give orders.He does not work for me.We are partners!I do not tickle.Hears! And the baby?Everyone is ticklish!My ears!Basta!Brats!Nothing can stop my revenge.Neither you nor anyone!BebCorp over!I won! Ha!You're wrong!You should never end with "Ja"!- True! - What?You should end up with ...Argh!En garde!You are fired!And here's your severance!Take that, you bastard!Argh!One minute and counting.- Help! - Help us!Tim! What are you doing?No!Mom, Dad, I'm coming!It's you?Relax folks, dads! I got this!- You're good? - Is the baby okay?Yes, the baby is fine.Who said that?It was me!The baby is fine.It does not open!What's going on?Just a moment!Oye.I know how to move my parents.- How? - Using the puppies!Upa.Upa need.What if you become a baby again?I'll be fine. Well well.Good!I'll be fine.Hold your diaper!We move!Why do we move?Mom and Dad, Hold on!Thirty seconds.Oh no! Wait!Resist!Quick, Tim! Take your parents ...from here.You need to jump!You can, it's a cinch!Do not! I have no bread! Jump!Do not Cry. I am sorry. Please do not cry!Twenty seconds.Fifteen seconds.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeOnly expect this moment to take flight- Three ... - I have you!Two one.Takeoff!Yes!Hey, are you still there?Dog!What happened? We won?- We won! - We won?- We won! We won! - We won! Yes!Siesta victory!Whatever ruined everything!It's not fair! It's not fair!That is not right.Now If you are going to pay!Oh yeah? Well Mess with someone your own size!What?Eugenio! Bjame!You heard me? I'm your boss!This time educate well.Sure it will be fine.Tim, what happens?Mom, Dad, wait!Yes!- Tim? - Tim!Tim! You're good?We are ok.Saved us.You are our hero.And a great big brother.We love many both.What the two?With all my heart.Let's go home.How I look?Excellent.Team, good work.Staci, this letter will let you enter the school you choose.- Kinder garden? - So is.And if there's something else ...Increase?Staci, you have no salary.- Many billion! - Eight!- Tricycle! - Roller skates!- Sweet? - Palettes!Done deal.You're the best boss in the world.should not always follow the guidelines of the company, huh?It's okay to think for themselves.- No sir! - Never!Bad idea!That's the attitude!- True! - Certainly, sir!- You are big! - The best!Shot, fortachn.You earned it.You want to hug me, right?I'll miss you too. Yes.- Yeah, yeah. - Everything will be fine, burly.Good...you did.No. We did.By the way, congratulations on your promotion.Luxury office, private potty. All that.Hey, you too.Your parents have to yourself.What will I tell my parents when you leave?Neglected.BebCorp has a protocol for these situations.It will be as if he had not been born.I almost forget it!I can not believe it! Borreguita!- The you fixed it! - Yes.It was like new. It is very strong.Well, we have what we wanted.Everyone wins.I think I ...Yes.Well, keep studying.Actually, I have no choice.Yes it's correct.- Bye, Tim. - Bye.Yeah right.He went as suddenly as it came.Bye.At last, my life was perfect again.Forget the baby.Forget babyUpsi!Sorry, big guy.Surprise!OUR HEROE!Hurray!You've been promoted!Do you want to forget the baby?No thanks. That's OK.Very good.Argh.Baby Dear Boss:I do not usually write a lot ...but now I know that the memos are very important.Although I did not study economics ...I learned to share in kindergarten.And if there is enough love for both ...then I give you all mine.I would like to offer you a job.It is very heavy ...and there will be no salary.But the good thing is that you never get fired.And I promise something.Every morning when you wake up, I'll be there.Every night at dinner, I'll be there.On every birthday, every Christmas ...I'll be there.Year after year after year.We grow together.And you and I will always be ...brothers.Always.FAMILYWake up, dwarf. They are 7 amWhat's the point, Maguin?Because they are 7 amI have one mission and you do the hard stool.Nothing happens, dwarf.Sometimes, I also confused me.Especially during the summer time.Overtaking, delay.There is no calendars in the realm of magicians!There is no spring, there is only darkness and winter!I'm not confused, Maguin.It is strange.Tim, look who came!It's your new ...Little brother!You arrived! Yes you get!Careful, careful.Volviste!Saluda a Theodore Lindsey Templeton.Lindsey?Cosquillitas! Cosquillitas!Take this.So that's my story.Our history.Luckily for me and my brother, I had a happy ending.Is it a true story, Daddy?Well, honey, that's how I remember it.- But you know what I discovered? - What?There is a lot for everyone.Also for me?Especially for you.Ask your Uncle Ted.Hello, I knew that you'll have a little sister.I wanted a horse.Takes, small. Buy a horse.I'm proud of you, Leslie.Ditto, Lindsey.Hello, little sister.Argh!All right, kids.Bedtime.Please, Mom. Just a little more.It's okay.Awaken, dwarves. It's time to go.Go live your life of farmers.Ya vyanse!

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crowleyaj · 8 years ago

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A Case of Rare Generosity

So I’m back to posting my 9 Days Christmas Writing Challenge works (one per day). Hella late, I know. At least I wrote it on time if nothing.

Hartwin. The Kingsmen visit the dog shelter their dogs come from on Christmas.

He did not think it was a good idea. Except, it was. As a matter of fact, he has thought of an excellent way to spend the holidays and actually do something beneficial for the world without even realising it.

Because Christmas was exactly the time to do something selfless. And who else could throw away all concern for a tiny little moment and be of requisite help than Kingsman agents, men and women whose job was to save people – especially when the second anniversary of the horrible occurrences of V-Day approached?

So yeah, it was a brilliant idea. It came from Eggsy’s heart, after all.

Ever since he has pulled JB out of that cage during the training, he has come to love dogs; refusing to shoot his loyal friend was an undeniable proof of so. And as he became Galahad, he has developed huge interest in the puppies given to Kingsman candidates to train. He has learnt where they came from, and decided to pay the place a visit.

Which was basically how have he, Arthur, Lancelot, Percival, and freshly chosen Tristan found themselves sitting in one of the Kingsman-issued black cabs and heading to a dog shelter on Boxing Day.

It was only the five of them, because few agents were on missions despite Christmas, and the few ones lucky enough to have a home and family spent the holidays with them, celebrating.

Merlin had to stay in HQ and conduct the missions, the responsible Quartermaster bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders he was. However, he still could listen to them on the comms.

On the floor among the agents’ legs, there lay several large sacks of dog food, some biscuits, and toys. All those things, and a cheque for £6,000, represented belated holiday gifts for stray, mistreated, or abandoned dogs and the altruistic people who took care of them 365 days in a year.

It was no random shelter, though; it was the one affiliated to the secret service, where only the luckiest, nicest, most fearless dogs could find a home from where they were later – after absolving a thorough training – distributed to the agency, had they not found an owner sooner.

The cab plodded on the cobbles of busy streets, making everyone rock from side to side. Eggsy faced the floor, and held Harry’s hand. Everyone refrained from talking for the most of the time.

Eggsy would bring JB too, so he could meet other friends than the stuffed corpse of Mr Pickle, but Harry has stopped him from doing so. He argued that, unlike the visit per se, wouldn’t be a bright idea. For reasons.

Besides, once a recruit became a knight, bringing their dogs to work was no longer allowed (unless granted exceptional permission by the king, which did not happen now).

“Thanks for doing this.” It rolled in his mind for long enough.

He looked up. Roxy’s face shone with pleasure of doing something good for the mute friends, and Percival currently texted someone on his mobile – or kept in check with one of the abroad missions, who could tell. More like the latter, since he frowned.

“I appreciate it, really.” He smiled minutely. His best friend returned the smile. Then, she leant over her uncle’s shoulder, and whispered something that deepened the man’s frown. It did concern a mission. A friend’s mission going tits up, apparently.

That was another reason why was visiting the dogs a good idea. They could all forget for a little while.

“Of course, darling,” Harry replied in need to fill the silence, and in need to raise his partner’s spirit. He turned his head to him. Both Eggsy and the other agents were used to the occasional terms of endearment among the two them by now. “I think we need the dogs more than they need us.”

That they did. Arthur was honest, at least.

The rest of the ride was accompanied by intermittent but steady updates on a Kingsman-Statesman cooperative mission in DC regarding set-off bombs in the White House and attempted assassination of the President (if it were up to them, they wouldn’t save the man, but as agents, they were obliged to do so). The atmosphere was dense.

Favourably, the traffic was relatively smooth, so they arrived to their destination in approximately twenty minutes. They were welcomed by a strong blow of wind in their faces that sent shivers down their spine even though they were born and raised by windy English winters.

The owner, Mrs Creston, a corpulent lady in her best years, awaited them at the threshold. Seeing the familiar faces, she smiled, but her eyes were full of concern. Taking care of so many poor animals was an immense responsibility.

“Good morning!” she greeted them. When she sighted the bags of food and toys they were pulling out of the cars, the cheerful voice powered stronger by all the Christmas spirit within her whispered miracles existed after all.

She was unaware of the circumstances of the visit and the glum spark behind the accustomed smiles. “So good to see you all here, come on in!”

Mrs Creston opened the main door for the Kingsmen. They could hear deep, throaty barking of older, bigger dogs and pups’ high woofing in the background. The dogs knew of their arrival sooner than the owner’s husband, who has just returned from the backyard. It conjured a shy but sincere smile on Eggsy’s face.

Mr Creston shook Harry’s hand. “Good morning, Mr Hart! I see you’ve brought your colleagues – the more the merrier, aye?”

“Indeed.”

“And we also brought lots of gifts,” added Roxy. She held two 10kg packets of pork and turkey granules – impressive for such a young, fragile girl. But of course, she was no more fragile than a gun she killed and wounded her enemies with.

“Come, come, we don’t wanna waste your precious time, aye, Mathilda? Our doggies can’t wait to say hello to such honoured guests, especially on this day,” he said, face bright, traces of Scottish accent shining through his kind words. “And give me something, lass, you’re not carrying all that yourself.”

He took one of the dog food sacks from Roxy, who thanked him for it, and followed by his wife, he walked through an open door to the cotes; the agents hot on their heels.

It was the second time Eggsy has visited the shelter, and yet that one thought crossed his mind again: Mr Creston was bald, Scottish, and round Merlin’s age, and as far as he knew, they went along rather well – couldn’t they be related, somehow? Siblings, or cousins?

Neither of them would tell, of course, and that will bug him forever. Or at least until he hacks some files and reads it in them.

Neither of the dogs was outside, and all of the cotes were occupied by pets of all ages, sizes, and colours. There even were three cats at the back of the room that arrived sometime between this and the last visit.

“We are so thankful for these gifts, truly, you can’t imagine,” Mrs Creston said. Sincere thankfulness reflected in every part of her. They might have had enough money, yet every extra pound was salutary. “We appreciate any support whenever an opportunity occurs, even more so when it’s Christmas.”

“We are always glad to be of help, Mathilda. You know that,” Harry replied warmly, familiarly, assuring.

As the next thing, he asked Percival for a pack of biscuits (safe for dogs!). All of his attention was focused on the furry friends from now on; he loved them as much as his young partner and it was apparent.

It was quite adorable, in its way, how such a badass director of a spy organisation who has survived a bullet to the head and several more injuries lethal to a normal person could suddenly change into a soft daddy offering a biscuit to a poodle puppy. It seemed so to Eggsy, anyway. And to Roxy too, a little bit.

The dog excitedly accepted it from him, and ate it in a twinkling. Of course, its neighbours began to claw at the bars and sniff around for a goody to eat. They wanted one too, so Tristan and Percival gave them, while Eggsy and Roxy spoiled the older dogs with squeaky balls or chewing toys.

Not even their own dogs were as excited as these about a gift.

A small black Rottweiler in whose cage Eggsy put his hand in order to scratch him behind the ears and on his chin actually slobbered on it, and he laughed. The dog was way too delighted.

“Okay, okay, bruv, that’s enough!”

He stood up again, and met Harry, who was about to offer a biscuit to the same Rottweiler. He looked at him with the same look he gave the dogs – happy and cheery and loving. Mindless of dog saliva, he put an arm round the older man’s waist, and rested his head on his chest. He took two biscuits for him – one for his friend and one for himself. He grinned boyishly, eating it.

They have forgotten about the stressful mission for a short while, and the dogs were happy. It was mutually accommodating business, really.

Yeah, it was a brilliant idea after all.

Particularly when Harry did not dismiss Eggsy’s proposal to add one more dog to their little family after the New Year.

#9dayscwc2016 #kingsman #hartwin #*fanfic #christmas #christmas challenge #dogs #fluff #harry hart #eggsy unwin #roxy morton #percival #merlin

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charliewstarr-blog · 8 years ago

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Dog Star

This is a new short story--published here for the first time--written in honor of the first Starr family dog, a gentle little friend who was killed last September. Those who knew Deaux-e will appreciate the attempt at "closure." But anyone who's ever lost a pet will probably delight in the story. All my fellow Lewis fans will like it too.

Dog Star

She had been breathed upon. That fact came to her awareness before anything else. A caressing breath had run across her flank (accompanied by the sound of a gentle but deep growl), right there where she lay curled into a five-pound ball of fur. The breath was warm and sweet; it made her little tail untuck and wag against the ground where she lay on one side. She drew in that breath, breathed it deeply into herself, deeper than you would think her little body could manage—like when she would crawl up her tiny stairs to the couch and climb into a favorite lap, and settle herself down for a snooze with her own signature sigh. She breathed deep and opened her eyes—deep brown, almost black—and perked up the ears on her light brown, cowled head.

In the distance, something the color of the sun walked away with a regal, sinewy stride. She lifted her head to look more carefully, but the giant shape was gone, disappeared among wind whispering trees. Then she stood—it took all of twelve inches to reach her full height. The little white dog turned a circle on all fours and surveyed her surroundings. I say white—besides the cowl of brown (light on her face but darkening up the ears), she had two brown spots on her back which over her lifetime had slowly migrated along her length toward her haunches, till the one spot had surrounded her tail and turned her little doggy derriere into a bullseye.

She found herself in the middle of a forest, mostly of pine trees, and noticed that she had been laying on a small bed of pine needles as if made just for her. She gave her whole body a shake in that manner that dogs do when wet: starting at the front of her little body and working back to the hind legs. She was not wet at all, but she shook herself as if tossing off the last echoes of an old life, like a snake shedding the last of its skin. After the shake came the stretch—first the front legs forward and the back ones up, as if she were bowing to an unseen God. It felt right to do. Then she stood in front and tiptoed her forepaws forward, laying her ears flat and

stretching the stomach and back legs to the ground and dragging them forward a step or two to get the last of the kinks out.

Next she stared for a moment, then sniffed the ground, then lifted her gaze upward. The trees were lush and vibrant, taller than any she’d ever seen and so wide at the base she could not see around them. Pine cones bigger than her little body hung from their limbs, and the sky was crystal clear, only dotted with occasional clouds, the color of cotton and dawn, floating above her without care.

Then it happened: the sound of quick movement in the trees above—a rustling of pine needles, the shaking of branches and a fuzzy brown tail—the most glorious tail she had ever seen—darting in and out of view, floating along behind the body of a squirrel which, without fear, leapt to the ground, eyed the little dog with what any human would have thought was a smile (and the little dog was beginning to think so too) and turned and flitted away through the trees. And, as if muscle memory took over, or the real, audible, sound of the little dog’s mistress (her “Mama”) shouting, “Go get it!” came rushing into her ears like the firing of a race’s starting pistol, the Chihuahua-terrier mix gave a shrill bark and took off running after the squirrel. She had done it many times before and, coward that she normally was, her master (whom she had always known as her “Daddy”) had wondered what would happen if the treed squirrel were ever to turn and stand its ground against her. That had never occurred, nor had the yipping little canine ever caught her prey. This time, however, she thought she might.

She ran with a speed and delight she couldn’t have imagined possible. It seemed her tiny strides carried her hundreds of feet in a step and her leaps and pinpoint turns would have made horses back home jealous (let alone dogs). She broke through the tree line into an open field and jumped in a circle in little, bouncing, stiff-legged hops, looking every direction at once, turning

her whole body instead of just her head, trying to spy out the object of her chase. In the distance, she saw a flash of movement among tall stalks of waving wheat, and she was off again.

The pure pleasure of motion swept over her and the most remarkable thing started to happen inside her: an idea began to form in her head—that this must be what fun is. I am not saying she had never had fun before. She’d had years of sniffing and ratting and walks on a leash and gambols leash-free on country trails; of exploring caves and waterfalls and splashing through cold, shallow creeks in summer (though she had always hated warm baths); of tearing the stuffing out of chew-toy animals and playing tug-the-knotted-rope with her master or wrestling a stuffed hedgehog with her mistress. She had loved playing fetch in the living room: small as she was, her master could throw her yellow undersized tennis ball into the hallway for her to chase after and conquer for hours on end. Her favorite game, though, had been the application of her rat-terrier genes to the same, said ball. She would take it in her mouth, place it beside her little pink doggy blanket, and then pull the blanket over the ball so that she could rat it out, either by digging with her paws or grabbing the blanket with her teeth and flinging it wildly about till the ball flew loose. Oh yes, she’d had fun many times in her life, it’s just that she had never until now been able to think to herself, “So this is what fun is.”

She streaked through the wheat field at a blinding speed, occasionally leaping into the air to keep an eye on the squirrel’s path ahead. Imagine dolphins swimming at envious speeds in escort of a ship sailing across the ocean, the sleek mammals leaping into the air to claim some of the affinity with the sun that people take for granted—imagine that scene and you will have some sense of the chase the little dog was undertaking.

The wheat field ended before her into rolling hills of shortened green grass and she ran on into a sunless, bright day. The squirrel disappeared ahead into another forest, but the little dog

did not hesitate to continue the chase. She did not stop, even when the forest hills became steeper, and a deep valley brought her to a roaring river—wine-dark water wafting and bubbling across boulders bigger than a house. She didn’t stop but took the greatest leap of her life across that river—much to her shock and delight—and went bounding further into the wild wood before her. She did not stop for hours, not till she found herself thoroughly and somehow happily lost in a wood of waving willow trees, staunch, majestic oaks, and white barked birches. Then she stopped to listen and look, for her quarry had eluded her.

What she did not do in that time was pant for breath. She was not the least bit winded nor tired. Not hot or thirsty either. The air of that place cooled her and, so it seemed to her, fed her at the breathing better than even her favorite treats which her master loved to give her. She walked around—a little prancing step—sniffing at the ground or looking about. In a moment she eyed the squirrel, sitting in a tree on a low branch, staring at her with the same quizzical smile, resting in a casual pose as if to say, “What took you so long?” Then the squirrel stood and turned along the branch, moved to the trunk, and walked head first down its length on all fours. The dog trotted over to the tree, stood on her hind legs, and placed a single fore-leg on the trunk, the other bent in a kind of thoughtful, pointing, repose. She stared up at the squirrel who stared back at her.

Then the light changed. The squirrel turned back up the tree and the light of that canopied forest increased. The songs of a hundred birds rose with the brightness, each a line of melody or harmony in a gathering avian chorale which sang an ode to…well she didn’t know what the ode was to, and wouldn’t know till much later, when she came to learn the meaning of the word Joy. A sudden warm glow, like the orange light of a sunset over an open field of grain filled the dog’s surroundings, and behind her a large figure loomed, one that did not cast a shadow, for it was

this mighty beast who had cast the glow. She tilted her head straight back to see what must have been that same golden figure she had caught a glimpse of when she had first opened her eyes. The little dog stepped down from against the tree and turned so she could see the magnificent creature right-side-up and was very glad to have done so.

“Hello, little one,” the great figure before her said.

And then the most incredible thing happened to the little dog, the most amazing thing to ever happen in her life—she answered back:

“Hello, sir. You are the most beautiful animal I have ever seen.” Her high pitched voice squeaked with delight—the unpracticed result of a first try at speech—but intended the most serious of compliments.

The mighty beast smiled. The little dog wagged her tail.

“May I ask, sir,” the squeakiness quickly disappearing, “who you are and where I am?”

“I am the King,” the lion replied, “and you have come into my country.”

“I see,” said the little dog, who didn’t quite see but was beginning to understand more and more. “Well I thank you for bringing me here. This is the most marvelous place I have ever known. Did you see how fast I ran!”

“I did,” said he, his deep voice both gentle and strong. “And I am very glad that you are here. Now, if you will come with me, I have a very special place I’d like to show you—in fact to give you. But we must walk a while to get there for my country is very large. Will you come with me?”

There was command in his voice, but she had not been commanded. The restraint you and I would’ve felt in that voice was palpable, as if some dam of spiritual intensity were holding back the full weight of it—as if the lion, were he to choose to, could have unleashed the power

behind that dam by merely speaking a word, a word more solid-object than simple noun or verb—such a word as could have demolished whole worlds and the dimensions in which they lay. But she was not compelled. His question, though spoken with clarity and strength was as a whisper to her newly waking will. In her old life, to be sure, she would have been afraid of the great lion, voice or not. Had she seen other lions, she would have thought this one the largest she had ever seen. In her old home, she had been afraid of almost everything! She even shied away from dogs her own size and smaller. But she was not afraid any longer, and she went with him without hesitation.

She followed along, walking beside him, her every five steps matching one of his. But she never grew tired. Shadows fled as the two animals strolled through the forest. The glory of the lion’s mane and coat chased them away. He kept his steady pace on a true path, but the dog often darted left or right, drawn by the most delightful smells—animal scents from creatures human beings only read about in books, and floral smells of rose, honeysuckle, and lilac (she had never before noticed the beauty in the scent of flowers). The lion did not wait for her if she paused for a while at a tree trunk or a burrowed hole, but she did not lag long and would run to catch up to him.

“Oh my, what is that?” she asked as they came upon a patch of bluebonnets and buttercups.

“Those are flowers, child,” the King answered.

“Yes sir,” she replied, “I know their shapes, but what is that bright wonder upon them—all different, all glorious—I’ve never seen such…I don’t know what to call it.”

“Ah,” he smiled, “you are seeing the flowers’ colors. Dogs cannot see the colors of things back where you lived in the Shadowlands.”

“It’s amazing!” she said. “I can see lots of colors now.”

“The flowers are blue and pink,” he explained. “The leaves on the trees are green. The ground is brown.”

“So many!”

“And these are only a few.”

“This place is wonderful,” she said, and, again, thanked the great King for bringing her there.

As they walked on, she discovered many more smells and a kaleidoscope of colors. Then a thought occurred to her:

“Lord,” she said, “you mentioned ‘Shadowlands’ before. You said I lived there, not that I live there. Did you mean I don’t live there anymore?”

“That is right, little one.”

“Am I dead, sir?”

“No, Deaux-e” (for that was her name, like ‘Doe-ee’), “you are not dead.”

“Oh.”

“You have only died and are dead no longer. I have breathed on you and in you. A short sleep past and you are done with dying. I have done with it myself.”

“But what happened to me? I don’t remember.”

“That is because it happened with merciful speed, my child. You were killed by a coyote, a wild creature of a fallen world which doesn’t understand the differences between its gnawing hunger’s prey and the pets of those it has forgotten the need to serve and love. But that moment is past, and you need concern yourself with it no longer.”

She had no answer to this. She was silent, for a while, and then released the slightest whimper.

“Are you sad, my dear one?”

“Only a little,” Deaux-e said, dropping her head. “I can’t be very sad with you here.”

“But you feel the loss of your master and, especially, of your mistress.”

“Yes. They are my Mama and my Daddy. That’s what they always called each other around me.”

“They feel your loss as well. She chose you as a pup, the runt of a litter which you would not have survived had you been left to fend for yourself in the world. I am as grateful to them as you are for the good life they gave you, and they were grateful to me.”

“They know who you are?”

“Oh yes, and they thanked me for you every week of your life. Do not be saddened by their pain. I shall comfort them, and here you shall have Joy.”

The forest thickened, but it did not darken.

“We are almost there,” said the King.

“Where are we going?” Deaux-e asked.

“I am giving you a special place to watch over in this part of the forest. You will find many friends there, and you will enjoy the task that I set before you.”

“Will there be many colors for me to learn?”

“Yes, very many. And I shall teach you all their names throughout the ages.”

“And smells, too?”

“Yes, and a pool of water from which to drink—it will sustain you without the need for food forever. It is living water, liquid light.”

“I only knew the word drink for both food and water,” she said.

“Ha! Yes, your mistress was very peculiar about that. Come now, here is your new home.”

The woods were beautiful, and light shone all through the trees. The forest was very much like what she had already seen, but a single feature marked this spot.

“Climb up on this, little Deaux-e,” said the King.

She jumped the four feet onto a big, wooden cylinder, its bark still healthy and moss grown. The lion yet towered above her.

“Can you see better now?” he asked.

“I’m still very small,” she answered, “and low to the ground. The best I ever saw was when my Mama or my Daddy carried me.”

“You will have friends enough here who will carry you on their backs.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “I’ve always been small. It’s made everything so much bigger—I mean…so much more grand. Most animals, I think, will never be as lucky as I’ve been to know the great adventure of conquering a couch.”

“You are wise, little one, and will grow wiser. Now look ahead in the distance” he pointed. “There you see the forest rising on your left and on your right.”

Deaux-e looked at her forepaws in order to help her remember what these new words, left and right meant.

“Those are called hills,” the King continued, “and the low space between them, stretching forever out before your vision is called a valley. This is your mistress’s favorite vision in all worlds real and imagined. Now look through the trees there to your right.”

Little Deaux checked her paws and turned.

“Do you see that?”

“Is it a clearing?” she asked.

“It is a pond. There you will drink each day.”

“I see something blue beside the water, Lord.”

“That is a blue heron. He watches over the waters and shall look after you. He was watching over you even in your old life and was there when you passed to carry you to my kingdom. You may go meet him in a little while, but first look more closely at what’s beneath your feet.”

“It is a tree,” she said, “but it’s growing sideways.”

“It is a log,” he explained, “a fallen tree—this tree has sacrificed itself especially for your mistress.”

“My Mama?” she asked with a wag.

“And waits for her here.”

“She’s coming here!” And the wag became a whipping of the air.

“Not for a very long time. But you will wait here, and watch over her log in this forest. And she will come. And if you watch with diligence, you will, from time to time, have a gift while you wait for her.” “What’s a gift?”

“A wonderful present, like when your master would pull a fresh new ball for you from the cabinet you were always excited to see opened, or from your Christmas stocking—the one shaped like a bone. This present will make you even happier.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Now you do not always have to stay in one place, little one. You may wonder about, safer than you ever were before, and meet many new friends, including the heron, Archimedes, and the old squirrel Patterson who brought you to me when you first arrived.”

At the mention of a squirrel, Deaux-e perked up her ears and looked about.

“But every evening,” said the King, “and sometimes in the day, you will want to come back to your Mama’s log and wait and watch and sometimes lie down on the softest, mossiest part to sleep. For on occasion your mistress comes to this place in her dreams, and she sits upon the log, and I sit with her till morning breaks—there in the old world—only then I am not a lion but a man. And if, while you sleep, you can also keep watch (for sleeping and watching are not so different from each other in my country), you will be able to see us, and if you lie very still, your Mama will be able to see you too. And in such moments she will pick you up and hold you in her lap, and I, sitting beside her, will speak comfort to her until the day she comes to her rest—when she will be here with you forever.”

“And will I see my Daddy too?”

“Yes, though not for a long time. Over by the pond, facing the water on the right, where the reeds are their thinnest and the water clear as crystal, a bench of stone has been made for him. He will sit there, and he will see you when your mistress comes. But do not look for him in his dreams. He doesn’t have visions; he has stories, and he writes them down. Even now, he is writing your story for you.”

“Forgive me, Lord, but I don’t know what writing is.”

“That is not a thing for which you need forgiveness, my daughter. And you will learn many new words soon enough. But now I must leave you, though you will always have me here. Can you be happy on your own for a while?”

“I think so, sir.”

“As do I.”

“May I ask a question before you go?”

“Of course, daughter.”

“When you come to visit my Mama and you look like a man—”

“For I shall be a man,” he added.

“—will I recognize you?”

“You will.”

“Will you be the most beautiful man I have ever seen?”

“Scars and all.”

Deaux-e the dog had many adventures in the country of the King, with more friends than she could count, but especially with the birds and bluebonnets who all sang songs to her, and with Patterson the squirrel and Archimedes the heron, and with a humble donkey whose name was always a puzzle to her but who would let her ride on his back and see so much more of the land than she could on her own paws.

And every evening (and sometimes during the day), she would return to her Mama’s log and lie still on the mossiest part. A star in the sky, the brightest to be seen, would come and light the sky over her, shining its silver beams on her glossy white coat, letting her know she was not alone. In those moments, she would heave a sigh—if five pound dogs could be said to heave anything—and close her eyes and dream of a little yellow ball and a pink blanket, burying the one in the other and then flinging it to the sunrise.

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Week-End Update: You're hot then you're not . . .

As disappointed as we are at the bone-chilling cold & rain today, we are glad that Mother Nature had her act together long enough to make yesterday a beautiful day for Woofstock 2. We can’t thank Osteria and Anthony Costello enough for putting this event together for us! We’re hoping Mother Nature gets her act together to provide us with equally nice weather this Thursday as we head to Terra Culture Gifts for Malvern Strolls.

In the meantime we’ll bask in the glory from a week full of adoptions, including the beautiful Bit Bit, Blossom, Celine, Ellie, Felix, Footie, Gillingan, Gynger, Jim B, Juliette (now Bella), McDoodle, Mrs. Howell, Polly, Possum, Rose, Thurston, Violet & Waldo!

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Blossom

Celine

Ellie

Felix

Footie now Ryder

Gilligan

Gynger

Jim B

Juliette now Bella

Mcdoodle

Mrs Howell

Polly

Possum now Benji

Thurston

Bit Bit

Of course, we also have some updates to share with you too:

Shemma FKA Bonnie

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“We just wanted to send a quick update as it’s Shemma’s (FKA Bonnie) 2nd birthday today! She enjoyed a long walk around the neighborhood, an extra treat (or two), and a new squeaky toy to celebrate her big day! Since our last update over a year ago, Shemma gained twin (human) sisters last July and she’s the best big sister ever! She loves the girls and showers them with puppy kisses and is incredibly patient with them—even now that they’re crawling and try to steal her toys! Our family just wouldn’t be complete without her and we continue to be incredibly thankful for To Love a Canine rescue for saving her and allowing us to welcome her into our home. She is the best pup and the most perfect fit in our family. “

Keira FKA Ivanka

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“I know it’s only been 2 months with Keira now, but she just completed basic obedience class tonight, and is heading into teens 2. I dropped her off at day training and the professional trainers kept telling me how great of a dog she is, and how quickly she learns things, they even started teaching her a few new things because she catches on so quickly. Every person who meets Keira just keeps saying how lucky we are to have found her: she is super well behaved, follows most commands and is super loving. She still has her puppy/teen issues like chewing some things she shouldn’t but she is such a great addition to our little family!

She has already been hiking with us, to rugby games, breweries, family events and she adapts to her surroundings very well. She has so much more potential with us continuing her training as well!”

Zeus

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“Zeus is doing great! We sent a few pics to Jen Catrambone a while ago but I attached a few more. Zeus and his sister Gabby absolutely love each other. They literally are inseparable and play outside constantly! Zeus is an amazing dog. He’s loves to play and is everyone’s friend.

We couldn’t be happier with him!!!”

Luna FKA Nyrobi

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“We did change her name to Luna and she is doing great! We could not have found a better puppy for our home.

She does a vet appointment at 12 today and we may be looking into doing some training with Jeri, just to make sure we are on the right track.

I have attached 2 pictures to show how well she is adjusting. :)”

Remi FKA Athena

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“Remi is doing great! I have attached 2 pictures.”

Mack FKA Skipper (Gilligan’s Island litter)

Mack FKA Skipper

““Skipper “ now Mack is doing awesome! He actually slept from 10-5 last night which was an unexpected bonus. He is mild mannered and wearing himself out playing with Lucy. (she seems too distracted to lick the way she was doing before)

Working on house training. He’s so darn cute and curious.

We have a vet appointment this afternoon. To get him checked out.

Thank you for a wonderful adoption experience 😁”

Murphy FKA Terk

“Murphy (fka Terk) enjoy the warm weather! We’ve had him 3 months! He starts training classes this week. He’s already 6 months! He’s shaping up to be a great dog. He’s very smart, crate trained and housebroken ”

Max

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Max is doing amazing! He is getting along really well with our other dog Blue and he has learned to ignore my guinea pigs. We had the backyard fenced in so Max and Blue can run and play. We will be taking them on some camping trips soon too. Max had a great time taking an obedience class and a tricks class with Peppers Paws dog training. He is an amazing, loving dog and we are so happy to give him a forever home!”

Wiley FKA Joseph

“Wiley and I are doing great! He is such a little love. He is coming along really well in all his training classes and is in a walking club on the weekends. And, he loves day camp at Wagsworth. He is such a wonderful furbaby. Here is a picture of him from this year’s Christmas card.”

Calvin FKA Sam

“Calvin (formally known as Sam) is doing great! We just moved to a new house in the city and he’s transitioning very well, only peed on the floor twice. We plan to transition him out of the crate during the day and hope to put a baby gate up to keep in the kitchen for now at least becUse he climbs furniture and tables and chews things when he’s alone. but he can jump over and climb every gate we’ve tried. Do you have any ideas on that??”

Editor’s note: we’ve referred Calvin’s mom to our trainers

Dixie

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“My husband and I were just saying the other night that we feel like we have had Dixie longer than 6 months! She is just such a big part of our family now, and she loves everyone she meets. She goes to my son’s college baseball games and plays or at least is social with the other dogs there (she has her favorite!). She had already rid our yard of one mouse and one mole, the CAT(ahoula) in her name should have been a sign!! We just started daycare to get rid of some of that energy, still a little nervous but I am sure as the weather gets warmer and the dogs get to go outside she will feel at home. She loves the snow…we could leave her outside for hours and she would not get bored…but we get cold so she has to come in!

We are so happy to have rescued her, can’t imagine my life without here. “

Chloe FKA Dixie

“Chloe fka Dixie is great! She has settled in wonderfully & is the greatest little girl

Loves walks, sticks, and is particularly fond of her favorite stuffed animal squirrel!

She is still a little submissive but becoming bolder all the time & is great w everyone she meets

Here she is all ready for bed”

Sasha

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“I wanted to pass along an update about Sasha, who we adopted in September!

Sasha has made a wonderful addition to our family. She is definitely a ‘daddy’s girl’, and I don’t know what my husband would do with out her at this point!

As you can see by the pictures, she loves naps on the couch, and if she sees a squirrel through the window or on a walk it definitely gets her attention! She has been great with all of our nieces and nephews, as well as the other dogs in our extended families. She is a gentle goofball, and has mastered every trick we have taught her. Thank you all again for what you do, and for bringing Sasha into our lives!”

Harley

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“I am keeping her name the same. I do have a vet appointment on Friday with Dr. Hanning. I have kept in touch with Beth, her foster mother and overall she is adjusting well. I have attached some photos of her from her first day until today.”

Susie Q

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“Hello! Thank you for checking in! I did get a call a few weeks back also. Susie Q is doing wonderful!! She is the perfect addition to our family and we love her so much!

She enjoys snuggles with the kids and walks with her house mate Baxter. She all around just the sweetest dog! She is also a mommy’s girl and stays by my side but loves a good head rub from her daddy too! She is funny and has such a great disposition! We love her to pieces! Thanks again! 😊”

Vincent

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“Hi! Thanks for checking in! Vincent is adorable! Our Doberman Kavi likes having him around too! They can’t wait for warmer weather and getting back to the park to run!! I’m attaching a recent pic of them.”

Zoey FKA Juno

“Hello TLC family!!

We wanted to share a video of our Zoey’s first birthday!

On March 17th we took her for a day trip to the John Heinz Wildlife Refuge. Zoey experienced her first bridge, goose poop, kayaker and more. She is a beautiful dog full of much happiness and love for the world around her.

Fred and I will always be grateful to TLC for bringing her into our lives!”

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