#I want to let him loose in an enclosure and watch him set shit on fire yknow?

[dragonling348]

no no, Lore Redemption Arc was my father. You can call me Lore Remains an Utter Bastard Arc

[nymph-ette111]

pls write Simon henriksson headcanons I’m gnawing at the walls of my enclosure 👩‍🦲

WARNINGS; SUBSTANCE ABUSE (SMOKING/DRUGS) MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS (DEPRESSION/ANXIETY) MENTIONS OF INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (SELF-HARM)

AUTHOR'S NOTE; FIRST CRY OF FEAR REQUEST LET'S FUCKING GOOOO !1!1!1!1!1!!1!! kind of short, still new to the fandom so my headcanons of the characters might change overtime.

-it was confirmed that Simon is a fan of heavy metal and DSBM :3 personally I am not an avid listener of this genre, I think it's pretty cool. I'd like to headcanon specific bands that I think are suiting for Simon but I barely know anything so I don't really have a say on this.

-probably has some sort of internalized misogyny. he grew up all alone, his mother being quite overprotective didn't help with that at all and seeing no mentions of his father in the game makes me think his parents were divorced quite early in Simon's life. being exposed to such settings at a young age might have messed with his perception of love and healthy romantic relationships. despite that, he doesn't care much about gender norms now that he's older. left that mindset long ago.

-picked up on his coping mechanisms in his early teens. he was a bit scared at first of trying something like self-harm, it took him him a lot of time and internal conflict but then decided to just fuck it, he had nothing to lose. felt guilty at first, dropped it for a bit and then picked up on it again. he knows it isn't a healthy way to deal and cope with his negative thoughts but he couldn't care less at that point.

-isn't unfamiliar with drugs but not that crazy about it. not as much as cigarettes, although he does it occasionally, he could still smoke like a pack in one sitting if the situation really called for it. usually just sticks to 2-3 cigs, thinks it's a good enough amount.

^ can you tell I have no idea what I'm talking about.

-you'll never get that crusty ass grey hoodie of his off of him. it's like a cartoon where the character's never change outfit throughout the entire show. besides the fact that it's a literal video game, even in his daily life he almost never switches things up. not necessarily dirty, just worn out and stained with stuff that doesn't want to come off no matter how many times he washes it.

-has a mini fridge full of energy drinks in his room. and by full I mean like two cans because the rest have been consumed and thrown somewhere onto the ground.

-cannot save money for the life of him. as soon as he gets his hands on some cash, it's immediately spent on either a pack of cigarettes or some useless shit. he doesn't even remember what he spends it on, it's just gone.

-hadn't picked up his camera in quite a while, he's slowly loosing grip on his interests. not necessarily because he is starting to dislike them, just doesn't have the motivation.

-but it's usually full of recordings of him on the train, lonely streets of Stockholm or some stray cat that has grown a liking to Simon for some odd reason.

-one time Sophie took his camera without telling him and recorded a small video of herself, just doing something simple like a peace sign or showing off a little doodle she drew in her notebook. despite trying his best to move on, he watches that video from time to time.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Independent Study Part 2: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader x Geto Suguru

synopsis: I literally have no words for this synopsis. I think I might be going to horny hell after this.

wc: 1.7k

tw: NSFW (like FIVE ALARM level! PLEASE Y'ALL, IF YOU ARE A MINOR STAY THE HELL AWAY PLEASE)

masterlist

11:59.

You ring the doorbell and wait patiently for the grad student-turned employee to answer the door, but you’re surprised to see a white-haired, blue-eyed man instead. He stares at you for a moment, and you look back at him with equal curiosity, then he calls out over his shoulder:

“Suguru! I think your professor is here.” Geto appears seconds later, dressed in his black slacks and a blue shirt, rubbing his left eye slowly.

“Hey, y/n. You’re right on time, as usual.” When you’re let into the house, Suguru moves to sit on the couch in the living room instead of leading you back to the bedroom, which was unusual. But the white-haired boy was also unusual. When you sit down on the plush furniture, you sit your bag beside you and pray that the new person in the room wouldn’t plop down and curl his arm around you. But of course, he did just that.

“Suguru… She’s a lot prettier than you let on.”

“Y/n, this is my friend, Gojo Satoru an--”

“But you can call me Satoru, gorgeous,” he purrs and you try to keep a straight face, eyes trained on Geto’s unmoving expression.

“I’ve invited him over for our fifth trial.”

“Will he be watching?” you question and Gojo breaks out into a cackle, leaning his head back and letting the sound travel in the open air.

“Me? Watch?” He laughs again, but you ignore his rudeness.

“No, sweetheart. He’ll be participating this time. I just need your permission and then we can get started.” Two men at once… you consider the possibilities and rub your thighs together, pursing your lips.

“If you need anything to sway your choice… I do have some very interesting tongue skills,” Gojo mentions, making a show of sticking his tongue out and moving it around wildly for emphasis. You choke on air, but Geto just rolls his eyes, standing up.

“Let me get you some water.” When he disappears into the kitchen, you try to wait patiently for him and not engage with Gojo, but he whispers into your ear,

“I think you’re going to have a lot of fun with us today… You ever been fucked from behind while sucking a dick at the same time?” Oh, shit.

“Geto!” you call out, standing from your seated position. He returns immediately, a water bottle in his hand.

“What’s the matter?”

“C-can we go ahead and get started?” Both men are stunned into silence, but when Geto hefts the water bottle in his other hand and sits it on the counter, you know he’s ready too. You’re flanked by both men on your way to the bedroom, but you’re already terribly wet at the thought of having four hands roaming around your body instead of the standard two. So when Geto turns on the camera, does his introduction, and states the name of the trial, you’re already half unclothed with Satoru’s fingers undoing the zipper on the back of your yellow dress.

“Hey,” Geto grunts, noticing the two of you undressing quickly. “Didn’t realize you’d want to fuck each other immediately.” With that, he strips off his tie, leaving it behind him as he stalks toward you, fingers expertly undoing the buttons on his shirt. By now, both men have their shirts off and are fondling you over your bra and underwear, Satoru behind you and Suguru in front of you. While Geto angles your face toward his and kisses you tenderly, Satoru is pressing kisses against your neck and back, and you’re in heaven, feeling sensations tenfold. Thick fingers dip into your underwear from behind, and Satoru hisses, feeling the slick between your thighs.

“Holy fucking shit; it’s like a damn waterfall down there…”

Suguru chuckles, takes your wrists, and pulls you to the bed, laying underneath you while Satoru removes your underwear easily and dives face-first into your core. Your head lifts up as you feel his hands spreading you apart, but Suguru pulls you back down to continue kissing him, murmuring:

“Easy there, professor…”

And Satoru was not lying when he said he had interesting tongue skills. Your moans are amplified when Suguru frees your breasts from their enclosure and begins to suck on them, his tongue running around your nipples skillfully. Satoru pulls away from your dripping cunt for a moment, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground.

“I’ll bet you ten dollars we can make her cum more than three times.”

Your right nipple pops free from Suguru’s mouth and he laughs. “You’re on.” You groan loudly, feeling fingers dip into easily, then slide back out just as fast, to which you keen a little, hips bucking back.

“Yeah, I don’t want to finger-fuck you. Sorry, professor, but I’m here for the main event.” Gojo mentions, The familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper coming undone reaches you despite being fully immersed in the moment with Suguru’s mouth on your tits, but when you feel the thick cockhead at your entrance, you angle upwards, almost fully coming off of Suguru’s body. But Satoru uses his free hand to push you back down, sheathing himself halfway before pulling back out.

“How is it?” Suguru asks him, hand holding your head against his chest.

“Fuck, man,” Satoru groans, leaning into you again. “How do you fuck this waterslide raw and not nut immediately?” Geto laughs out loud, rubbing your arm tenderly as you stare up at him in ecstasy.

“Practice, Satoru. That’s all it is. Practice.”

Geto was absolutely right about that, you realize, as Gojo fucks you from behind, and your mouth is stuffed with Geto’s cock. You can barely make any noise with both men ramming into you, but damn if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

“Fuck,” you groan, the shaking of your thighs beginning to feel like an orgasm just teetering on the edge of your consciousness. Satoru takes a couple of fingers and plays with your clit, which topples you over into your first orgasm of the afternoon.

“She’s an eager little slut, isn’t she?” Gojo mentions, smacking your ass roughly with the hand he used to make you cum.

“Gojo,” Suguru warns, holding your hair and looking down at you tenderly. “You know the rules.”

“My bad,” Satoru mumbles. Your fingers rub away at your clit furiously, hoping to let the high crest again. Geto pulls you off of his cock, and you take a deep breath, feeling Satoru remove himself from inside of you at the same time. You wonder what the two are up to until you’re flipped on your back and pulled to the edge of the bed by Geto’s rough hands. He enters you in one smooth move, and you instantly notice the difference between the two:

What Gojo lacks in girth, he makes up for in length, and vice versa for Geto. Satoru peels off the condom and strokes himself a few times before pressing the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth to accept him, and while you're taking his length into your mouth, something new happens.

Gojo leans over to touch Suguru’s face affectionately, and while he’s still ramming into you… they lean in for a kiss. Your body suddenly realizes this is all the permission it needs to cum one more time - and with no hands, just two cocks - you feel the sensation of an orgasm ripple through you again, built up by the first.

Suguru seems to notice as well and smiles as he pulls away from Satoru’s lips.

“Gojo, I think we’ve got our second one.”

“Shit, she’s cumming again?”

“Look at her,” Suguru murmurs, and Gojo looks down at you with his blue eyes, observing the way your body stiffened and relaxed rhythmically. The amused glint in his eye does not escape you, and you wonder what he’s thinking as soon as he removes his cock from your mouth.

“I’ve got just the thing for her, then. I’m not losing my ten dollars.” Another condom is produced and rolled down Gojo’s length, but when he takes his place behind Geto and leans him over you, your face contracts in confusion.

“Wait, wha--”

“You better hold on to something, Su,” Gojo whispers, and Geto angles his hips up - still deep inside of you - as Gojo presses into him with a calculated slowness.

“Oh, fuck.” Suguru moans, his breath hot against your neck. It takes a few strokes for Gojo to get fully inside of Geto, but when he is, all bets are off.

“Holy sh--” you’re cut off by the smacking of two sets of hips, one driving the other deeper into yours, and with more force. But Geto is lost, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tries to keep pace with Gojo. And Satoru’s eyes are glazed over, his head angling back far enough so he can watch your facial expressions with a lazy smile painted on his face.

“Hey, professor, I forgot your name,” he breathes, and you try to reply, but your brain is lost somewhere a million miles away. “Su, what’s her name again?” Suguru can’t reply either, sweat dripping down from his face onto your chest as he tries to catch his breath. Gojo just laughs, knowing he’s got both of you fucked completely senseless. Your hands catch Suguru’s face and you pull him down to kiss you in between the heady moans and groans shared between the two of you.

“Oh, god,” Geto whines. “I’m gonna cum, ‘Toru.”

“Fucking do it,” Satoru grunts, and that’s Suguru’s ticket to let loose inside of you, his violent orgasm bringing you to the edge as well. “That’s it,” he moans, then grunts in time with his deep thrusts, which pushes Geto’s cock into you and some of the cum leaking out of you.

You all remain there, coming down from your highs slowly as if you were all suspended on a cliff you couldn’t walk down from quite yet.

“Yo, Su,” Gojo pants, wiping his face. “Trials six through ten should be like this again. You know, to account for any extenuating variables.”

“Agreed,” Suguru nods, pressing a kiss to your face and whispering, “What do you think of that, professor?”

“Anything you want, Mr. Geto,” you exhale, and the two men smile at each other mischievously.

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[kuleo26]

Hc of Diaya boys and the types of pets they would have?

haha this'll be fun! thanks for requesting :)))

pets characters would have

including: sawamura eijun, kuramochi youichi, miyuki kazuya, narumiya mei, itsuki tadano, kamiya carlos toshiki

sawamura eijun pet: hamster

specifically a hyperactive hamster

y'know like the ones that always run on their hamster wheel until they start spinning around on it

yeah those

he'd definitely have one in a cage in their dorm (let's just pretend they're allowed to have pets)

decided to adopt him at the end of his first year

for no reason whatsoever

names him something stupid cute like hammie

loves to watch hammie run around in his little cage

"go hammie go! you can run on that wheel faster!"

it's like eijun is hammie's personal trainer or something

poor hammie

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kuramochi youichi pet: snake

he got a snake literally days after eijun got hammie

solely for the purpose to scare the shit out of eijun

wanted to get a big one but opted for a smaller one

sets it loose in the dorm from time to time to terrorize eijun

names him matsui, after a baseball player he respects

likes to keep matsui's enclosure next to hammie's cage

claims 'there's no other space to put him'

such a liar

a week after he got matsui, he woke up to eijun screaming about a dream he had

yes, the dream was about matsui eating hammie

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miyuki kazuya pet: cat

miyuki kazuya is a cat person

even though i hate to admit it

he's sneaky and smart like a cat

has a pantherette at his family home

names her hisa

which means long-lasting in japanese

something about having a companion comforts him

especially when he feels alone

talks to her sometimes when he visits home from the dorms

feels bad that he left her behind but knows that his dad will take better care of her than he would due to his practice schedule

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narumiya mei pet: cat

narumiya mei is also a cat person

like kazuya, he has a cat-like personality

kind of

he has a white persian cat

he's narcissistic

so he names her meimei

gosh he's horrible

keeps her in his dorm

likes to let her roam around in the common room

brags about her all the time

it gets annoying

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itsuki tadano pet: turtle

itsuki is a turtle guy

he has those small ones that like to move around a lot

names him bubbles

he has a big habitat for him

likes to let him run around on his desk

takes videos of trying to get bubbles to waddle? hobble? over from one side of the table to the other

it's so cute i swear

definitely tries to keep bubbles away from mei and meimei

mei likes to try to steal bubbles so that itsuki freaks out

works like one out of ten times

because let's face it guys, mei is too loud to be sneaky

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kamiya carlos toshiki pet: dog

i'm thinking he has a big dog

like a german shepherd

his dog has to be as fast as he is

names him bean

likes to take him on runs in the morning

usually keeps bean at his family home

but occasionally brings him to the inashiro dorms

because meimei does NOT like bean

bean always chases meimei

carlos finds it funny

mei doesn't

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs

Super excited about this guys, it went in a direction I did not expect, and you will learn a ton more about one of my alien species :) 

“Commander!”

“Krill, hell am I glad to see you.”

Overhead, the dark shape seemed to coalesce from the night, into a familiar human form. Though Krill couldn’t see his face, he would have known his voice anywhere.

“I’,worried that you had died, commander.”

“Only just avoided it.” He whispered,d “now enough with the reunions and time for an escape.”

Krill watched him crawl along the bars of the cage and down the other side, floating over to be at the door when it opened. There was a sharp hiss and the door popped inward, revealing the man in the half light of a distant, glowing orb.

The man looked, a mess.

His hair had grown long and scruffy around his ears and cheeks. He was sporting a short beard, and - “What the hell are you wearing.”

“Hey, they caught me on laundry day alright, I had to improvise.

” Krill shook his head but floated form the doorway, “What happened, how did you end up here…. How did you escape?” He had to admit, he was both impressed and surprised at the commander’s escape, it was leaning towards smarter than he would have usually given the man credit for, but by now krill had learned that while commander vir was an idiot, he was an intelligent one.

“Got sucked into a wormhole, spat out on some tropical desert sort of planet thing. Got attacked by a blue raptor and was rescued by the omnidroids.”

“The omnidroids?”

“You know those big tall grey guys with five limbs?”

“Ah yes, that sounds like what happened to me….. And this escape plan of yours.” He was almost jealous that Adam had managed to escape before he had, but he supposed the human had some inherent advantages that he just did not.

Adam crouched low, dragging krill to the side as a group of giant scorpions scuttled past in the distance, not something that the two of them wanted to get involved in.

“I spent the first few days testing to see how much they watched me, and how much it would take to get them to come running. When i Had everything mapped out I moved to the top of the cage, so I wouldn’t make them suspicious the first go around. Luckily for me they sort of noticed and set up a little hanging nest for me up there.” He flexed his hands, “Then I used the iron eye to bend the bars and escape. Now I am letting out all the other animals on my way out of this place.”

Not bad, not bad at all, though Krill would call it less of a plan and just characteristically flying by the seat of his pants, but he had a new motto for the commander that he thought encompassed his behavior really well.

It’s not stupid if it works.

He grabbed Krill by the upper arm and dragged him behind, “Come on, we’ve gotta get out of here before.”

Sirens.

And flashing red lights.

“Shit!”

Commander Vir and Krill dived into the bushes watching as a large creature made of waving tentacles rolled past.

The sirens above their heads were deep and booming, and almost as soon as they had gone off the entire park was alive with voices and the whirring sound of drones.

Three of them cut past chasing down the tentacle ball as Adam and Krill crouched in the shadows.

“Krill, you have a big brain, do you remember the way to their docking station?”

“I…. well yes of course I do.”

“Alright, than we head there?”

“And how exactly do you plan on getting out of here.” Krill wondered as they continued to slip their way through the bushes.

“I uh, well I hadn’t really gotten to that part yet.”

Krill would have rolled his eyes if he had had them,  but at this point in his life, he was too jaded to really even care that the human had no real plan. It was just good to be back with his friend. They crouched in another set of bushes watching silently as a group of aliens attempted to wrangle some sort of large panther like beast, It had eight limbs and a head sort of like a cat except for the tubular protrusions on the side of its neck.

“I’m sorry I got you into this Krill, I…. I thought I had saved everyone.”

Krill shook his head, “Put the self blame away for the moment Commander. We need to get out of here.”

“Alright, alright.”

KRill grabbed the back of the man’s iron eye armor as he slipped through the bushes, following Krill’s instructions as they moved through the massive zoo. Whenever they could they continued to unlock enclosure doors, and for every one of the creatures that they caught there were always more to take their place.

They were coming up on the edge of the building when commander Vir pulled up with a curse.

Krill peered over his shoulder and immediately saw the problem.

Forty foot high steel walls with cameras and drones on all sides.

He cursed again crouching low in the bushes as another group of keepers ran by, heading in the opposite direction.

“Well, now what do we do?” Krill wondered, and the human was quite for a moment.

He flipped up the eyepatch he had still managed to hold onto and scanned his surroundings with the slow sweep of his head, “Ah ha,” he gestured towards the wall, and a large spherical building that was pressed right up to it, “That doesn’t look like an enclosure, and twenty bucks says it has a door that leads out of this place and onto the landing field that you were talking about.”

Krill sighed, “Of course it can never be easy.”

Commander Vir shrugged,  “We’ve had worse.”

“When have we had worse!” 

“We went to prison that one time, remember?”

“I try not to.”

He sighed puffing himself up in preparation for what was about to happen, “Alright, lets do this.”

The human cracked his knuckles and his neck, “Let’s do this.”

*** “What is happening! How can they all have escaped!”

They stood at the center of the control room, their eyes on the cameras, turning in circles as they tried to figure out just exactly was going on. Their establishment was in chaos, and now half of his animals were running rampant without supervision, sometimes attacking each other, and sometimes causing mayhem with his infrastructure.

“There are 41 cages open. Which makes 90 animals released, and we have recaptured five.”

“Only 85 more to go.” They snapped, “How could this have happened, there is no way to open their doors from the inside.”

“There is evidence that they were tampered with manually from the outside.”

The little hologram flickered and the head keeper snarled in disgust, “Was it one of the keepers.”

There was a sharp hiss as another one of the holograms appeared.

“We might have found the genesis of all the problems.”

“Go on.”

There was a sudden flare and one of the cameras turned on the Duos enclosure and zoomed in to the top part of the cage. At first it was difficult to make out what was going on, and then he saw it: the large hold that had been bent in the bars.

“The Duos escaped first it seems.” They began, “And with its hands it could have easily opened the cages.”

“But those cages were pattern locked!”

“I don't know if you know this, but you can see the door to the next cage over from the viewing window. If the creature watched you and saw…. It might have been able to reproduce it.” The head keeper stomped about the floor in anger, “Alright, alright, get to work. Find the Duos and the other and get everything back into shape. I want this all cleaned up before opening tomorrow.

The holograms clicked off, and they were  left only with the dim blue light of the other camera feeds to cover them. That was when they heard the noise.

IT was soft at first, just a gentle padding over the floor behind them, and with a sudden sense of dread they turned in their spot coming almost face to ace with a leering shape from the darkness.

In the half light, the Duos face was a malevolent well of shadow and light, shadow pooling around the eyes while blue light cast sharp contrast in through its cheeks.

At it’s back hung the Planita staring at him with it’s large orange, prismatic eyes.

He froze.

The duos simply stood there for a long moment, very still.

He tried not to move knowing that one spit of it’s toxic breath would be the end.

Something seemed wrong about the way it moved, when it stepped towards him it’s back was straight, its movement was sure. The jittery skittish behavior it had shown earlier was no longer, leaving behind only the glittering white eyes and the sharp white teeth.

It opened its mouth saliva glittering on the protruding bone.

They couldn't hear it make it’s vocalizations as high as they were, but watched in awe as the small plantlike creature spoke back.

The creature walked around them light glittering overt the metal fame that encased it.

It took his potion before the console, and withing a few moments had somehow managed to summon the controls.

It must have been watching them from the darkness.

They tried to take a step back, but the head snapped around and the Duos bared it’s teeth one green eye burning bright.

They froze.

THe Does reached forward and with another small conversation between it and the creature, it began fiddling with the controls.

Lights around the park shut off, water stopped running, electricity was powered off, and finally, all the cage doors were opened.

The creature turned to look at them as they stared in horror as the park was overrun in a matter of seconds.

The creature barred its teeth, and they didn’t need to be able to speak the creature’s language to know that was an expression of triumph. Looking into the wide green eyes, they suddenly realized their mistake.

This was no animal….

There was too much intelligence glittering behind those eyes for that to be the case.

IT was sentient.

And they had trapped it in a zoo

Gods help them.

They closed their eyes, expecting the creature to exact it’s revenge, but instead there was another pattering noise, and they opened their eyes to turn and watch the thing slip through the outer door and to freedom.

The duos was loose, and there was nothing they could do about it.

***

Sunny and the others stood at the center of a sea of watching eyes. Their host, as of yet unnamed, stood before them.

IT looked like a burg, sort of though instead of a muddy brown carapace with brightly colored limbs, it had a shiny black carapace like a beetle, with large yellow eyes, and wriggling antenna. The strangest thing about it was the wings, they were large an rested down along the creature’s back covered in colorful swirling patterns.

None of them had ever seen anything like it.

Sunny held up her spear.

“What do you want.”

“I just want to talk.” It said, the voice was soft despite the mandibles, and though it spoke Burg, the voice in itself was not unpleasant, “I need your help.”

“Who are you!” Sunny demanded.

The creature clicked it’s mandibles and held out it’s arms. Behind it, the large butterfly-like wings spread out to either side, the membrane delicate enough to allow the glowing green light from the mushrooms to diffuse through the membrane.

“I am Zaran, King of the burg.”

WIth that declaration, more weapons were raised pointed directly at the burg’s chest.

He held up his hands,

“Please, I mean you no harm.”

“You’re a burg! Of course you do!” Thomas snapped from somewhere in the back.

The Burg sighed and dropped his head, “Yes, we do give that impression don’t we, but it wasn’t always like that.”

Sunny did not lower her weapon but paused, “What do you mean.”

All around them, the colorful winged burg shifted in their places, though none of them seemed particularly hostile.

Zaran raised a hand and motioned about the room, “What you see here is what fragments remain of the male population in the burg capital.”

“Male? WHat are you talking about. I thought that-”

“All of them are female, all the ones you would have met anyway.”

Sunny stared at him, “But their voices.”

“Have no bearing on which sex a burg is.” The Burg king turned his back on them and stepped over the stones wings fluttering gently, “You see, that is how the burg have always functioned, as hives with a higher population of female workers. They are stronger, faster and more durable to be able to scavenge for us. They are our warriors and our providers. More of them are born every ear than we are. The split is an almost ten two one female to male ratio.” he turned to look at them, “The only reason we have been kept around for so long is that we are required in the reproduction chain.” 

“So you're the burg king because….” Ramirez trailed off in disgust.

“The queen does favor me yes.” His wings shifted a bit, “But it was not always like this. The queen has reigned for over 400 years…..” He dropped his head, “No one could have known that she would have demonstrated such spite and hate.”

“Wait, 400 years! I thought burg only lived to be about 100.”

“The queen can live much longer if she is taken care of properly.” He motioned around the cave, “As can we, though I am the only one old enough to remember the prior regime. Our old queen was hard, she had to be, but she was also fair and just. This queen…. She was spoiled as a pupae, and I think that may have ruined her forever. She always had a sadistic streak. Her policies always toed the line to being inappropriate. We should have known this would happen when she voiced her ideas about how we had no real use other than for reproduction. When the last queen died under suspicious circumstances, we were quickly rounded up and placed here.”

There was a silence.

then .

“So you have been tapped in this cave for over 400 years!”

“Yes. I have been any way. I am let out every month or so to…. Help the queen, but other than that I have been here for much of that time. Unfortunately for me I have seen many friends come and go as they are not cared for as well as I. I do whatI can, but there is only so much I have managed.”

Mav and Ramirez looked between each other, and Sunny continued on, “You’re telling me that burg were not always like this. Vengful and hateful and… and-”

He shook his head, “No, no! The burg were always easily offended, yes but we challenged each other to games of chance, not wars. Loyalty was one of our greatest strengths. However the female population does not live so long as the queen herself, and in only a few  generations she was able to brainwash all of her followers into behaviors that were not part of us. She turned them to hate and anger and suspicion. She encouraged their infighting, and she destroyed our religious traditions.”

They listened in awe and in sadness for this creature.

“Once upon a time that would have been my duty, as a religious leader and a diplomat for conflicts. That is why there has always been a king, to temper the aggressive tendencies of a queen.”

“Have your queens always looked like jaba the hutt.” Cannon elbowed thomas in the side, and Sunny felt a pang of sadness wash through her. Why did Thomas have to act so much like Adam sometimes.”

The king may not have understood the reference, but he seemed to understand the meaning, “Well…. Not exactly. Due to the way she is being fed, she never exactly exited her larvae form. Generally a queen is one of the only burg females that will ever have wings through…. The need to be cared for just right for that transformation to happen, though that is beside the point. Now that you know my story, I need you to help me.”

The group looked around at each other and nodded, “What do you need… your highness.”

“I want to return to the Burg nation to their former glory. I want us to be what we once were, and I want to overthrow a tyrant.” He shuffled his feet awkwardly, “That is the first time I have said something like that outloud,” He looked up at them, “The queen has been killing any who might be considered her replacement. All the females born who could be considered a new queen are quietly taken and killed, but I know of one, She is still in her egg, but upon seeing her, I knew what she might be. The others have no idea, but I do. If you can get that egg and protect it, we can Kill the queen and install a new ruler. The workers would have to follow her, they are programmed to do so, and if you install me as an advisor to the young queen, maybe I can impart the past on her. Change the way things are around here.”

There was silence for a moment, and then.

Sunny struggled inwardly. She still blamed the burg for what had happened, but now that she had the whole story, it seemed as if they were just as much a victim as the people they had attacked.

She couldn’t just ignore that.

Finally she broke the silence, “Alright, we will help you. Where can we find the egg?”

[tranquil-space-ninja]

Bookworm (DRLAMP)

Based on this.

Note: Roman and Remus are not in a relationship with each other, just the other sides.

Tw: cursing, spoilers for Be More Chill (book), furries are mentioned, homophobia mentioned, Good Omens spoilers, Game of Thrones spoilers/references

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It was 3 AM. Logan woke up to the sound of something banging in the kitchen. Remus had better not be playing bongos again. He slid out of bed and tiptoed out of his room, closing the door gently so as not to wake the others. On his way down the hall, he met Patton as he was slipping out of Roman's room. Logan leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Hello, Patton," he murmured. Patton smiled sleepily at him.

"Hello, dear."

"Did I wake you?"

"No, no, the kitchen did." Logan put his arm around Patton and walked to the kitchen with him. When they reached the kitchen, they heared hushed shouting along with the banging. Logan slowly opened the door as Patton tried to wake himself up more, both fully expecting to have to coax Remus up to bed or take a set of drums by force.

They were half right.

Remus was indeed there, but instead of bongos, he held a thick, hardcover book with a blue and white cover. Roman was also there, and he was holding a purple paperback of a similar length. The twins were fencing with a couple of frying pans and arguing. There was hot chocolate dripping off the table with two mugs on their sides in the middle of it, and the shards of broken dining ware across the kitchen.

"Be More Chill has shorter chapters to appeal to less avid readers and book addicts alike, a full cast of quirky characters, and the whole book was a dramatic romantic gesture for Christine!"

"Cursing isn't bleeped out in real life! Teenagers say fuck, ass, shit, dick, etcetera! And what's with the big deal about how straight Jeremy is? Dear Evan Hansen is so much better. Like, Jarred."

"First of all, while there is admittedly a weird emphasis on Jeremy's straightness, at least no one's homophobic. Like, Mrs. Heere even added, 'We're good parents,' after she told Jeremy that they would be fine with him being gay. If anything, it throws shade on homophobes. Be More Chill also gives furries much needed positive representation. And, if Jarred is your only reason why Dear Evan Hansen is better, then you may as well give up now."

"The plotline of the Dear Evan Hansen book is closer to the musical."

"The Be More Chill book was written before the musical!"

"I like them both," Patton mumbled sheepishly. Roman and Remus froze and turned to look at Patton. Logan crossed his arms at them. The twins lowered their frying pans and turned to face their boyfriends.

"Hey, Daddy, hey, babes," Remus said guiltily.

"It's three in the morning," Logan said.

"We couldn't sleep," Roman said. "I wanted to read for a while, but I didn't want to wake you up, Pat."

"Sorry," Remus added. Patton sighed.

"It's alright. I'll help you clean up. Sweetheart, we can clean up the table. Sweetpea, could you sweep up the broken dishes? Logan, dear, you go back to bed." Roman and Remus nodded.

"What about the dishes," Roman asked.

"They can wait till morning."

***

Janus tried in vain to comfort Roman as he bawled in his lap. "It's going to be okay," he said awkwardly.

"No, it's not," Roman sobbed. "George lost his partner in crime, and Lupin and Tonks are never going to meet their son, and J. K. Rowling's such a TERF that I can never read the books the same again." Janus rubbed his back gently.

"I told you, my love, Harry Potter was removed from Rowling's custody the minute she posted that tweet. We, the fandom, and Starkid adopted it so it could live its best life." Roman sniffled as Janus wiped away his tears.

"Can I still make Thomas bitch slap her if we see her in public?"

"Sure."

***

Roman burst into Virgil's room. "Buggre alle thif for a Larke." Virgil set his spider into her terranium and looked at Roman expectantly. "Crowley calls Aziraphale angel. They go on lunch dates to the Ritz, they drink together, they know each other better than anyone in the world, they bicker over Crowley's speed like a fucking old married couple, and everyone assumes they're gay. But suddenly that asumption is wrong because, 'angels are sexless unless they make an effort,'? Does Aziraphale not love Crowley? Or is it secretly implying that Aziraphale and Crowley are making an effort so they can fuck? Or are they gay asexual? What does it mean? Are they together? Are they--"

Virgil cut him off with a laugh. "You spend too much time with your brother, babe."

***

Roman and Virgil were cuddling on the couch, watching Good Omens. Roman sighed as Aziraphale appeared to Crowley in the bar. "That didn't happen in the book." Virgil sighed this time.

"I know. I know you read it at least twice."

"Like, I love Ineffable Husbands. They make me want to run around the Mindpalace wearing a rainbow tartan cape and sunglasses and call all of you angel, but like. That wasn't in the book."

"I know, I know."

"This scene was so much better. Az just popping in on everyone asking, 'Where am I?' Amazing."

"Ro?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and let our gay occult beings flirt."

"Angels aren't occult. They're ethereal."

***

"Sweetheart," Patton yelled. "Dinner's ready!"

"Coming," Roman yelled. He needed a bookmark. This fight between Percy and Antaeus was critical, and he could not loose his place. Roman frantically scrambled around until he found a small yellow shoelace. He picked it up quickly and placed it in the fold between the pages. The shoelace hissed as he closed the book. Roman screamed and dropped it on the ground, scrambling backwards. Janus ran into the room, a panicked look on his face. "Roman? Are you okay?" He glanced down at the floor as the yellow shoelace crawled up his keg. Janus sighed.

"Roman, did you use Luci as a bookmark again?" Roman nodded, tears in his eyes. "How does she keep getting out of her enclosure?"

"S-sorry." Janus sighed.

"It's alright, love. Just check and make sure something isn't alive before you use it as a bookmark."

***

Roman leaned over the book and carefully highlighted a sentence pink. He wrote next to it, 'Ship. Ship. Ship.' He tucked the highlighter behind his ear, only to draw it back a second later. This time, he wrote, 'foreshaddowing?' above the sentence. And he continued reading.

***

Roman was practicing his panflute. He gently blew over the pipes to create a softer, lower sound. He struck a wrong note. "Damn it," he muttered. "It's like little, tiny shells drifting in the cold. Brave soldier boy comes marching home." He started the song again, playing each note with care. He had to start over several times.

Patton walked by with a laundry basket just as Roman was starting over again. He stoped to listen. As he recognised the song, he began to sing along softly. Roman finished it perfectly this time. Patton walked over and kissed the top of his head. "That was good," he said. "Grover would be proud." Roman's face lit up and Patton smiled.

"Really?"

"Really." Roman hugged Patton tightly.

"I love you so much."

***

Remus snorted. "That's dumb. Those dragon eggs are dead. They're never gonna hatch." Roman left the room silently. The other Sides glanced at each other nervously. They wanted Roman there at Game of Thrones night, but they didn't want to break up a fight. Then Roman came back, heaving a giant textbook. He set it down on the floor and opened it, flipping through the pages. Finally, he stopped and pointed to a passage.

"Well, it says here that dragon eggs heat up when they get closer to hatching time. Besides, they don't call Danaereys Mother of Dragons for nothing." Everyone groaned.

"Spoilers," Patton scolded.

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[ooops-i-arted]

here’s an idea: the “I missed you so much!” Sentence started but it’s Din and Boga Jr when Din thinks they aren’t being watched

Din angled the Razor Crest further downward, carefully aiming for the makeshift landing pad that had been made just outside the village.  He could already see the kids swarming, little green specks on the landscape spilling out of the house to greet him.  And of course right behind them was their newest acquisition, the gangly young varactyl’s bright yellow and rusty red feathers easily visible even from this distance.

Din sighed.  She - named Boga Jr. by the kids for absolutely no reason he’d been able to decipher - was the reason he’d had to take another job so soon after the last one, now that he had yet another eager mouth to feed.  He hadn’t thought one young animal could eat so much when he gave in to the kids’ begging and rescued her from that shut-down zoo, but Boga Jr. was practically a bottomless pit.

And that wasn’t even getting into all the work a new pet took, because of course the kids couldn’t really manage her, being so much smaller than her.  Din was the one who had to feed her, water her, train her, make sure she was walked, take her outside to shit, and probably more tasks that would pile up until he found somewhere new to rehome her.

He landed the Razor Crest, watching carefully for stragglers, but by now the kids were very good about staying safely away from the ship and clustering around one of their caretakers instead.  Kuiil was holding the rambunctious varactyl by her harness; IG-11 and Winta were herding the kids.  Din hurried through the shutdown sequence and all but ran down to the exit ramp.

A deafening cry of “DAD!” greeted him as the ramp lowered; the green mass ahead barely waited for the ramp to lower completely before swarming up.  Din knelt to greet them all, scooping them up for hugs by the armful, knowing they would be able to sense his huge smile even if they couldn’t see it.  This was always the best part of a job:  coming home and being welcomed back.

The kids were full of information, telling him about every scrape and adventure and incident that had happened over the last three days he’d been gone, the cacophony more than even his helmet’s audio filters could handle.  His eldest firmly lodged himself in the crook of Din’s elbow while several climbed his shoulders and back and legs, the beskar protecting him from most of the claws.  By now even the littlest babies were crawling up to him, carefully shadowed by Winta, cooing and trying to pull themselves up his boots.

“I missed you all so much,” Din finally said when most of them paused to catch a breath.

He got dozens of “we missed you too!”s in return, along with several pleads not to leave again and to play and to come look at various art pieces, block structures, and mud pies.  Din frowned in irritation as Boga Jr. kept squawking louder and louder, straining so hard at her harness she was almost pulling Kuiil over and making it harder to hear his sons.

“It is sunset,” intoned IG-11.  “This is the children’s designated bedtime.”

Din waited for the kids’ loud collective groan to pass before saying, “Yes, it is.”

“I don’t want to go to bed,” grumped Yod’ika, pressing his face into Din’s chest.  “I want to play with you.”

The others echoed their eldest brother.  Din hugged all the ones he was holding and tried to give head pats to everyone else in range.  “I’ll be here tomorrow.  We can play all day then.”

“Aww,” said the kids, turning their big brown eyes on him.

“Tomorrow,” said Din firmly before their adorable expressions could work their magic on him.

Before he could start herding them to the house, there was a loud squawk and Boga Jr. finally broke free from Kuiil, bounding right up to Din.

Din cursed, snatching the babies up before her feet could crush them and jerking away as the feathered face stuck right in his helmet.  The long tail thrashed, nearly getting one of the littler ones, who laughed and toddled away, unconcerned by how close to injury he’d come.  “Down,” Din snapped, trying to stand up.  Boga Jr. jumped at him, aiming for his chest where several of the children were cradled.  “Down,” Din ordered.

“Here, girl,” called Kuiil, and the varactyl bounded back over to Kuiil without trampling any of the children and accepted him reattaching the harness.  “Apologies, but she is strong,” said Kuiil, stroking some of the head feathers that gleamed ruby in the slanting sunlight.  “She will not hurt the little ones, though.  You needn’t fear.”

“Boga Jr. is nice, Daddy,” chirped Yod’ika 22 from somewhere around his foot.

“Papa, I don’t want to go to bed,” whined Yod’ika 17, squirming out of Din’s arm and dropping before Din could catch him.  He landed easily like the kids usually did, but it still worried Din every time.  “Can’t we play just five more minutes?”

He really wanted to be the nice one and say yes.  But Omera had always said a consistent bedtime is for the best, and by now Din had seen evidence of that himself.  So he simply answered, “We will play tomorrow.”

Yod’ika 17 scowled, then said “No!” and bolted.

Din sighed as the kids broke out in cheers as Yod’ika 17 evaded IG-11 and Winta, giggling madly.  Din debated joining the chase.  He knew it was done to gain his attention, and if he did give in he’d have to set down all the ones in his arms and draped over his shoulders, and then they’d run…

Before he could make a decision, Boga Jr. squirmed out of Kuiil’s grasp and bolted after the wayward Yod’ika 17, rapidly bearing down on him, jaws opened wide.

Din had seen those jaws snap a thick tree branch in half and now they were after his son and he couldn’t put all the other kids down in time to get his blaster and -

But the thought wasn’t even finished before Boga Jr. delicately picked up Yod’ika 17 by the neck of his shirt, the little one giggling madly as Boga Jr. calmly trotted over and delivered the boy right to Din’s feet.  Her tail thrashed back and forth happily and Din could almost swear she was grinning at him.

“Good job, Boga Jr.,” said several of the kids, patting her feathers and laughing as she headbutted them, always gently enough to make sure they didn’t so much as stumble.

“The varactyl has proved useful in herding the children,” said IG-11.

“She likes them,” said Winta, scratching Boga Jr.’s head feathers and laughing as the tail gently knocked against her legs.  “And she likes to chase them.”

“Let’s go home, Boga Jr.,” said Yod’ika 17, climbing on the varactyl’s back.  Several of his brothers joined him, and Boga Jr. waited patiently until they were on board before rocketing over to the house, the children laughing wildly and Din reminding himself that that feeling in his chest wasn’t actually a heart attack.

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Winta was sent off to her own home after helping all the children get inside and Kuiil went off to tend his blurrgs, leaving Din and IG-11 to handle putting 101 children to bed.  By now Din had the process down to a science, and he was glad to fall back into the easy rhythm of wiping away the day’s grime, putting on nightclothes, changing a diaper or herding them to one of the child potties, and then tucking them into the wall of beds or one of the cribs.

Of course it was complicated by the newest resident.  Boga Jr. wanted to help lick the kids clean and physically carry them to and from the bathroom when she wasn’t trying to snatch pajamas out of Din’s hand.  And of course all the mischief riled up the kids tenfold, when bedtime was already always more difficult when Din returned, with every child determined to wring every scrap of attention out of him they could.

But finally everyone was safely tucked in with a favorite toy and IG-11 headed back to Kuiil’s residence.  Din read a book to all of them - shorter than usual because they were running late, but still long enough to ensure there were yawns and drooping eyes by the time he was done - and then one final good night for everyone.  Boga Jr. stayed at his heels the entire time, yapping additions to the book until Din shushed her, and weaving in and out of the babies’ cribs as if determined to check their integrity.  Din held his breath, but her clunking into them didn’t wake anyone up, even finicky Ika’ika.

Finally it was his own turn to get ready for bed, the process slowed by the varactyl who still insisted on following him, huffing and squawking softly at him no matter how many times he tried to get her to keep quiet.

“Don’t you have a place to sleep yet?” Din asked grumpily in between brushing his teeth.  Boga Jr. only stood up against the sink stand and made faces at herself in the mirror.  Din made a mental note to ask Kuiil to finish that pet enclosure he’d asked for as soon as possible.

She padded ahead of him as he went to his own room, sleep dragging at his eyelids, and it wasn’t until he’d gotten half his armor off and on its stand that he finally noticed where the varactyl had set herself.

Boga Jr. was in his bed, the sheets and comforter now a twisted mess and the pillows scattered to the floor.  When she saw him looking she squalled happily, her tail whipping back and forth and knocking the last pillow down.

“Get down,” Din said irritably.  Hadn’t he told everyone before he left he didn’t want the animal on the furniture?  Dammit, he was going to have a talk with Cara; he usually tolerated her ignoring his rules for the kids because she still kept the kids safe and her antics made them happy, but this was too much.  “Down,” he repeated, and the varactyl jumped down and coiled around his feet instead, rubbing her feathered head against his shins.  Din grumbled, planting his feet so he wouldn’t be knocked over.  Even as a juvenile, Boga Jr. was about as long as he was tall, and plenty strong.

Din ignored her, getting the rest of the armor off and exchanging his jumpsuit for the loose shirt and pants he slept in.  He set his helmet on his nightstand before stepping back into the house, convinced that there had to be some other suitable place for the pet to sleep.  The nightlight was the only illumination, and the kids were making those cute soft baby snores that meant they were asleep, so he tiptoed through the rest of the house trying to find some corner where he could stick the varactyl until morning without her waking up the kids.

As if summoned by the thought, there was a rapid and not-very-quiet patter of feet and Boga Jr. came bounding after him, her squawking muffled but still plenty audible.  “Shh!” hissed Din, afraid she would undo all his hard work at bedtime, but she ignored him, skidding to a halt at his feet and squawking again, tail thumping against the floor.  Din tried to scoot away from her, but she followed him, finally leaping up and placing her oversized paws on his chest, and he finally saw what was muffling her noises.  She had his damn helmet in her beak.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking it and praying she hadn’t dented it.  She squawked happily, then bounded off to his room, knocking into one of the cribs on her way.

Din cursed, hurrying over in time to see the three infants in it start to squirm and mewl.  “Shh, shh,” Din whispered, gently rocking Yod’ika 97, Yod’ika 98, and Yod’ika 99 with his hands.  The first two settled immediately, but Yod’ika 99 fussed and whimpered until Din picked him up, bouncing him a little until he finally settled and Din could set him back in the crib.

“Dad?” mumbled a sleepy voice from across the room.

Din hurried over to soothe his eldest back into sleep; anytime Yod’ika realized he had Din all to himself again, he was liable to stretch the time out by any means necessary.  “It was just Boga Jr. running around, ad’ika,” he said, patting the little head.  “Go back to sleep.”

“But she’s supposed to be sleeping,” said Yod’ika fretfully.  “You aren’t making her go outside with no house, are you Dad?”

“No, of course not,” Din said.  The kids had been very adamant that Boga Jr. needed shelter and Din was pretty sure he would’ve found himself on the wrong end of a magic hand if he’d tried to argue.  “Where has she been sleeping?”

“In your room, Dad,” said Yod’ika with a huge yawn.  “She likes your bed.”

Dammit.  Someone had let her get on the furniture.  Din patted Yod’ika a few times until he rolled over and went back to sleep, then trudged back to his own room to find Boga Jr. waiting for him.  The second he walked inside her head shot up and her tail happily thumped on the bedclothes.  The pillows had all been dragged back on the bed, the beak-shaped marks in them eliminating any question of who had put them there.  Din sighed, but supposed the bedding was due for a wash anyway.

Boga Jr. squawked happily at him, leaping up and circling on top of the bed, twisting the covers with her and rearranging the pillows.  But instead of plopping in the middle, she scooted off to the side and stared at him expectantly.

Stars, what the hell did she want now?  Din just wanted to go to sleep… 

Impatiently, the varactyl leapt up and hurried over to him, catching his pant leg in her oversized and very sharp beak.  Din jumped, but she only tugged insistently until he followed her over to the bed, where she jumped up again and chirruped encouragingly, knocking her head against his arm and trying to urge him into the bed.

Suddenly it hit Din.  A nest.  She’d made him a damn nest.

Din crawled into bed, trying to not completely destroy Boga Jr.’s handiwork while pulling the blankets over himself.  Immediately two pillows were dropped on his head, accompanied by a quiet chirr, and then the whole damn varactyl flopped down on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs.  Boga Jr. didn’t seem to notice, just nudging his arm aside until she could stick her beak in the crook of his elbow, one of the kids’ favorite places to nestle given half a chance.  Her tail flapped back and forth a few times, and then she started making a low, rumbling purr, rubbing her face against Din’s side.

Without thinking, Din started scratching at her head feathers, earning a contented chirr.  “You missed me, huh?” he asked.

Boga Jr. gave him a distinctly happy chirrup and rubbed her face against him some more.

Well, maybe one night in his bed wouldn’t hurt.  Especially since it seemed like she really did like the kids, and she really didn’t have anywhere else to sleep anyway, and she really wasn’t that bad, he thought.  “I missed you too,” Din told her.

[justjessame]

Put Me In Coach Chapter 21

Eric and Mary spent the first night in our new home with us. Mary and I worked to get things unpacked, while Eric and Negan worked to move furniture around and hang some of the pictures I’d brought from my room. There was a bit of a disagreement when it came to the framed shot of Negan’s happy trail.

“Bitch, do you KNOW how much money I paid for this fucking frame?” Eric’s eyes were wide as I mentioned putting it on my beside table. “This is fucking art, frame and Coach Hot Dick’s lickable self,” I rolled my eyes as he yanked the frame from my hands and put in the middle of the mantle. “THIS is where it goes.”

Mary was snickering. “Want some candles and flowers? Like a fucking shrine you weirdo?” She shot a look at Negan, who had his back to us watching out of the living room window. “Although to be fair, he might deserve a fucking shrine.”

Jesus. I watched his back and could tell he was building up for his own hot take. “Sure, you two want to give him a shrine, but I have to LIVE with his ego already, so could you knock the stroking down a few notches?” I said it in his direction, wanting to see if that would break him.

“Hmm.” Eric’s eyes went closed as he moaned a little. “Stroking Coach? Hell, I’ll kick that shit up to a fucking 12.”

That did it. Negan coughed out a laugh and turned around. “Sorry, kid, there’s only ONE person in this room that gets to touch my 12 and it ain’t you.” He had his arms around me before I blinked. “But-” He kissed me long and hard, “I think he’s right, babe, I mean fuck, look at that-” he jerked his head toward the mantle. “Who doesn’t want to see that in all its fucking glory?”

 We went out to dinner that night. The four of us, eating and laughing at one of the casual chain franchises, planning future visits and letting ourselves have a break before we went back to work unpacking.

The four of us worked hard, and while Negan and I would still have plenty to do when they left the next morning, we made a good dent in the work. Eric and Mary, both sighing heavily and dramatically, agreed to share the bed that we’d slept in while living together in Negan’s apartment. Our guests tucked in for the night, I met Negan in our room.

He had helped the movers rebuild my bed, and Mary and I had redressed it while they had been downstairs doing whatever he and Eric did when we weren’t in the room. Negan had taken his shower first and I was ready to pout. I felt like I should have had a treat after the day we had, but apparently a hot shower with my very hot man wasn’t on the list.

I went toward my dresser to grab clothes, but his arms wrapped around me stopping me. The feel of his body pressing tight against me made me think that I was going to get my prize after all.

“I laid out something for you in the bathroom, princess.” I felt my stomach clench as he whispered the words against my ear, the heat of his breath wreaking havoc on my heartbeat. “Go shower, and come back to me.”

And then he stepped back and I had to fight back a whimper at the loss of his heat. I took a beat to calm myself and then tried desperately to walk at a natural speed to our bathroom. Not taking a moment to see what he’d picked, I took a shorter shower than normal, feeling the tension build instead of lessening under the beating spray of the hot water. I stepped out of the glass enclosure and took up the plush towel he’d set out for me and then my eye met what he’d chosen for me to come to bed wearing and my mouth went dry.

As I dried carefully, taking careful inventory of my own body and making sure I didn’t need to hope back in the shower for a little extra personal grooming, I looked at the lingerie he’d picked. Powder blue, not quite as icy looking as the formal dress I’d worn during my disastrous date with Joe, it left little to the imagination. A baby doll nightie, the tag had read, and I’d bought it on a whim. Lace, mesh, with a matching scrap of fabric that someone could squint and pretend they constituted panties, it was a set I’d almost forgotten I owned.

I had to put everything on carefully, the mesh delicate, the thread that created the waistline of the panties made for ripping. Swallowing the rush of lust I felt at the very thought of it, I brushed my hair, thinking I’d put it up once we were ready to sleep, but for now long, loose, and wet would do. Biting my lip at my reflection, knowing without a doubt that Negan had chosen one the hottest sets he’d come across so far, but nowhere near the sexiest, I hoped this would be a new routine.

When I opened the door separating our bath from our room, I noticed that he’d dimmed the lights, and he was standing by the bed. I hoped he hadn’t stood there too fucking long, because I didn’t want him tired out already. And my panties would attest to that.

 “Shit,” he whispered, eyes burning up my entire length. “A part of me wishes you could wear that out in public, but the other part-” he stalked toward me. “Would fucking kill anyone who sees you like this.” And then his lips met mine and he showed me just how fucking amazing he thought I looked.

I was on my back in the middle of our bed in no time. Negan took a moment to rock his short covered hardness into my already ruined panties, but then he pulled back to get rid of what little he was wearing. And then he was back, hovering over me, his lips meeting mine again. My arms moved to wrap around his neck, but his hands caught my wrists and put them back on the pillow on either side of my head.

“Keep your hands there,” Negan’s hungry voice had come out to play. “Understand, sweetheart?”

I nodded, but then corrected myself. “Yes, sir.” He smirked down at me and then leaned forward to nip at my ear.

“I think I want a new title, Amara,” his breath was hot on the dampness he’d created. “I bet you even know what it is.”

Shit. No, did he- “Are you serious?” It came out a little sharper than I meant, but he pulled up so our eyes could meet again. “You were pissed when they insinuated that.”

His smirk was full blown now. “I was pissed they thought you were my daughter, princess, not that they thought I was your ‘daddy’.”

I felt a new clench at how he growled the word. Fuck. “You want me to call you ‘daddy’?” Sharpness was gone from my voice, replaced by the breathless tone he usually evoked from me. I bit my lip as I felt his hard naked length teasing my soaked panties. “Earn it.”

And holy shit, did he.

[kpop-forwhaat]

how you met series

seokjin yoongi hoseok namjoon jimin taehyung jungkook

The pet store that you worked at believed in letting loose some of the animals during the day. What did that mean for you? Chaos. 

Every day there’s always a cat fight, or dogs that will casually shit on the floor. It wouldn’t be too bad if there was more than one person scheduled at a time, but no. There’s not today. Because the owners, your parents, believed that you could handle it on your own for hours on end before scheduling help to cut back on costs. 

What could go wrong?

A lot, that’s the answer. 

“I just don’t understand why they think you can handle all of those animals, plus the reptiles in the next room by yourself?” Your best friend asks over the phone while you feed the guinea pigs. 

“I don’t know, don’t get me wrong, I love my job. But sometimes, it would be nice to have someone else here, you know?” You close the guinea pig enclosure and move on to the hamsters, but not without tripping over one of the clingy cats that’s demanding your attention. 

“Has anyone come into the shop today?” Her phone rings out now that she’s on speakerphone so you can add clean shavings to the hamster cage. 

“No, just a few vendors picking up bags of feed for livestock and horses.” You wipe your hands on your dirty apron, moving on to the next enclosure. 

In this one, the rats are. You coo at them when they run in circles, excited to be fed next. You don’t make them wait long, handing them their pellets as well as a few treats of your lunch before leaving back to the cash register where you log the feedings. 

“Okay, well I have to go. I can’t be on the phone for my entire shift. But we’re still on next week for drinks, yeah?” You ask. After a quick confirmation from your friend, the call ends. 

You sit there for the next hour, petting the cats, playing with the puppies, and rearranging the feeds to match the species. 

The bell above the door rings in announcing a new customer entering the shop. You stand up and turn around suddenly, popping your head above a shelf. “Hello!-”

A prompt shout cuts you off, making you shout. In the doorway stands a tall man with broad shoulders. His eyes are wide as saucers, with thick lips and dark hair. 

The man starts laughing after seeing you scared, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream. You came out of no where and scared me!” He puts his hand over his heart and watches you walk around from behind the shelf where you were stocking dog shampoos. 

Once your heart begins to calm down, you put down the bottles of shampoo you had almost thrown and walk towards him, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans. 

He takes that moment to look at you. You’re much shorter than him, and you have an aura of shyness. The way you avoid eye contact while walking over to him makes him smile, he finds you absolutely adorable. His eyes brush over your curves as your skinny jeans hug your hips and thighs, showing a thickness that he would love to run his hands over. He bets the skin underneath the material is soft. 

Your tight uniform shirt is tucked into your jeans, and it shows off your torso that you’ve been working on with your best friend. He sees the dip of your hips and feels compelled to place his hands there. 

Your eyelashes flutter when you realize he’s slowly checking you out, and you flush. A man this handsome was checking you out, did he maybe see something worthwhile?

“Is there anything that I can help you with?” You cough, managing to plaster a customer service smile. 

He focuses on your lips, a slight frown developing on his when he sees how fake it is. “I was hoping to find this brand of sugar glider food? I heard it’s the best and I only want the best.” He hands you a slip of paper with the printed bag of red sugar glider food. 

Your eyebrows scrunch together in thought while you rack through the brands of food set on display towards the back of the store. “I believe we do have this,” you walk towards the presumed isle with him following closely behind. 

Jin takes this time to think while staring at your ass. You haven’t seemed to show any recognition to who he was, any indication that you knew he was the eldest of BTS. As cute as you are, he can’t risk his career over a scandal, he has to be quite about anything he does. And a fan bragging about Jin in bed wasn’t exactly going to go over well with his managers.

You were quite shorter than him, and he found that adorable. He wanted to squish you and tell you how cute you are. You didn’t look too much younger than him, and he didn’t see a ring on your finger. He watched you look on the top shelf to locate the brand of food he was looking for, and she caught his eye.

Your cheeks heat when you realize he’s been staring at you the entire time. “Here’s the brand, but you still have to pick out a formula and flavor to really decide which you would prefer. There are also different sizing options, how many sugar gliders do you have?” Your voice is surprisingly clear and concise despite feeling flustered under his warm gaze.

His eyes shift to look at the feed, mulling his choices over. You take this split second to study him in return, finally. His features were pleasantly soft, and free of any acne. He’s wearing a black Nike cap on his dark hair, while wearing a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants combination. “I have 2, Odeng and Eomuk. They’re quite hyper when let out,” he licks his pillow soft lips, his eyes grazing back and forth over the colorful words on the packages. A cat rubs up against your leg before standing on his back legs and reaching his paws up your leg, asking for attention with a soft mewl. Your hand begins to scratch at the top of the orange tabby’s head without thought.

You blink at his deep voice. “I don’t know much about sugar gliders, but I think that’s a normal characteristic, right? But based on these formulas, from what little you’ve told me, I’d suggest this formula and because there are two I’d suggest this size.” You go into full customer service mode, a small smile on your lips. 

Seokjin pays attention well to what you’re saying, genuinely interested in you and anything you have to say. He examines the choices once more before turning to you, he wanted to continue the conversation, he wanted to know more about you. 

“So do you have any pets?” He pretends to mull over his options more to lengthen his time talking to you.

“Oh, only a cat, she’s my sweetheart.” You pull out your phone and immediately go to the folder in your camera roll reserved for your special animal. “She’s a tuxedo cat, and she loves belly rubs.” You stand there and show him your only child, and he takes everything in with wide curious eyes, indirectly falling in love with your baby girl as well. 

You hear the front door open again, and you pop your head around to see the shift change. You quickly hide your phone and send Jin a look, nodding with your head for him to follow you. He picks up the bag he chose and follows closely after you, continuing the conversation. “I’d love to meet her, I’m not a big fan of cats but your cat just seems irresistable.” 

You send a grin over your should. You’re surprised that you’re not completely opposed to introducing the closest thing to your heart to him. From what little you’ve observed, he’s charming and kind. 

He places the feed on the counter as you walk behind to the register, sending a tight-lipped smile at the next employee as she hangs her jacket up on the coat rack behind the counter. 

You scan the bag of food, the air between you and Jin is tense now. Neither of you know how to continue the conversation, the fact that a new set of ears nearby brings a stop to Jin’s plans to ask you for coffee.

After scanning the bag of food, you hit enter “your total is 22,500 won, sir”

“Oh, my name is Seokjin, call me Jin” he shoots finger guns at you with one hand while the other reaches into his pocket to grab his wallet.

You shift from one foot to the other, taking a side glance at your co-worker who is standing there waiting for you to clock out so she can clock in. You clear your throat and look at him, “my name is y/n”

Seokjin mumbles your name as he hands you the correct amount. “That’s a pretty name” he lets his fingertips graze your hand as yours close around the currency. You gulp and look into his warm eyes.

He opens his mouth to blurt out an invitation to dinner when your co-worker butts in “can you guys flirt after you clock out?”

You jump away from each other at her words, and you hurriedly finish the transaction. As you’re handing back his receipt, you make sure to catch his eyes as you do.

At first, Seokjin thought you were going to say your goodbyes and never see each other again. But he noticed a spark in your eye and a smile on your pretty lips. You began, “i just need to clock out and grab my jacket. Would you meet me outside?”

He’s nodding and grabbing the food before he can think, the prospect of seeing you for even a few more minutes sets his stomach into a frenzy and his heart on double time.

As he stands outside waiting for you, bag of feed already loaded into his car, he slides his mask back over his face to hide his identity to anyone on the streets that could possibly recognize him. BTS has began to really grow in popularity and he decided he didn’t need any body guards with him today, he didn’t plan on staying out long; until he met you.

He didn’t know what it was. There was something about you that drew him to you. He wanted to know more about you.

The ding of the door to the shop alerts Jin of your departure from work. You have on a large hoodie over your work shirt and a small bag on your shoulder. Seokjin spots your coworker behind you with a smirk on her lips, watching you approach him with a blazing blush across your cheeks.

You tuck your hair behind your ear, trying to forget the sex positions your coworker had told you to try out on Seokjin. You were absolutely mortified when the words poured out of her lips, the suggestions lewd and kinky, but you couldn’t deny they weren’t hot. But you literally just met the guy, and as attractive he is, especially his shoulder to waist ratio that almost had you drooling that you noticed when he turned to walk out the door.

“Hey”

“Hi”

More awkward silence.

Seokjin wants to kick himself. He thought thoroughly as to what to say when you walked out, but now he sees you here, every thought he had flew out the window. Seokjin is in the middle of trying to come up with something when something is suddenly in his line of vision.

“W-would you like to go out for lunch at this doggy cafe across town sometime? If you put your phone number in, I-I can text you a time and day...” you were so nervous that you rushed your words so fast that your syllables blurred together and your outstretched hands started to slightly shake, therefor shaking the phone that you held up to him that had a fresh contact open for his convinence.

He instantly deflates with a smile on his lips and a fond look in his eye. He decided that he wanted you. You made yourself look so small with the way you avoided looking at him that made him silently coo. He slides his hands under yours to support the phone, and chuckles.

“y/n”

Your eyes snap to meet his at the soft tone. He looks back at you and pouts his kissable lips “you’re literally so cute, how could i say no?”

[nympsycho-ao3]

Smokin’ In The Boys Room

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Dom! Jotaro releases some of his pent-up aggression in the form of a blowjob, rimming, and a frantic quickie in the high-school bathroom with Sub! Kakyoin and the help of their Stands.

HEED THE DUB-CON TAG (dubiously consensual blow-job and breathplay/asphyxiation but everyone is ok in the end)

Kakyoin’s eyes drew closed, eyelashes brushing against his flushed cheeks with a tickle he barely noticed. His lips blushed pink, wet with spit that connected to Jotaro’s lower lip in a thin, glistening strand. Desperate hands groped at the sage-colored jacket of his school uniform, rooting around for the hard muscles of his chest and shoulders. Jotaro’s knee thrusted forward, interposed between Kakyoin’s thighs, prompting him to step backward into the strengthless plastic of the bathroom stall door that just only moments ago was locked in a hasty fumble. Kakyoin clawed at the back of Jotaro’s jacket label, the tension there being the catalyst that had broken their kiss prematurely.

“Really? The bathroom?” Kakyoin’s eyes creeped open, lids heavy and pupils blown. It had been so long since they’d been able to do anything like this together; not for lack of trying, but it seemed at every attempt they’d been interrupted by one thing or another. Today, however, during Kakyoin’s lunch period, Jotaro had finally had enough with their cat-and-mouse game.

Kakyoin’s wrist was yanked from Jotaro’s collar with a stinging grip, Jotaro’s fist clamped around the delicate flesh. He yelped when Jotaro slammed his hand against the stall’s frame, the enclosure shaking around them with the impact. Free to move his head again, he buried his face in Kakyoin’s neck with a ravenous growl, his knee prying Kakyoin’s thighs apart further, allowing him to get close enough to press their chests together. Sloppy kisses left Kakyoin’s neck unsettlingly drenched, teeth grazing across his carotid almost in warning.

“Sh…” Jotaro hissed behind Kakyoin’s ear, his hot breath warming the cooling moistness of his skin. He shuddered, an outburst of air escaping from the tenseness of his chest. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Kakyoin glared at Jotaro’s hair, the only part of him that he could see while pinned against the door. Maybe no one would hear them if he didn’t shake the entire stall, Kakyoin thought. His free hand grasped the hem of Jotaro’s jacket, though he did not push or pull, only seeking grounding in an otherwise almost dream-like vertigo. Jotaro allowed it, his other hand pawing at Kakyoin’s inner thighs, kneading the flexed muscle there that balanced Kakyoin against the oppressive weight pressed against him.

“It’ll be quick,” Jotaro continued, his lips grazing Kakyoin’s jawline. “As long as you let it be.”

Kakyoin scoffed, craning his neck to resist Jotaro’s affections. He was met with icy blue eyes peering from beyond his cap, a glare Kakyoin was familiar with: dedicated, intense, and hungry. He resented that he was fooled into the bathroom via a concerning text from Jotaro, an ominous, short message of course spurring concern and prompt action to obey his request to come into the bathroom. He’d expected perhaps helping him to the nursing office, he definitely did not expect to be coaxed into a quickie in the high school’s most frequented bathroom. There was no stopping him, though, a concept Kakyoin was acutely aware of.

“Who says I want it to be quick?” Kakyoin’s lips upturned into a small grin. Though unexpected and forceful, he knew Jotaro was playing to his weaknesses; there was nothing that filled him with more lust than feeling desired above all else, despite looming consequences.

He felt Jotaro hum in approval, releasing Kakyoin’s wrist in favor of popping the snaps of Kakyoin’s jacket open, revealing his white undershirt and allowing a desperately needed rush of cool air to pass Kakyoin’s chest. Kakyoin’s now-free arm wrapped around Jotaro’s back and grasped the fabric there, feeling Jotaro’s hand yank his undershirt up off of his abdomen before prying at the button on his pants. Jotaro yanked the hem down roughly, Kakyoin sensing a feverish appetite in his movements that he hadn’t seen since the first time they’d fucked in a heated exploration of mutual pining they’d repressed for months. Kakyoin’s engorged cock sprung up to meet Jotaro’s side, a gasp cloying its way into Kakyoin’s lungs at the sudden freedom.

“Fuck…” Jotaro breathed, one hand grasping Kakyoin’s cock, the other wrapped around the curvature of Kakyoin’s side. He tugged his cock with clumsy urgency, reaching down to free his own cock from his pants with his other hand. Kakyoin missed the warmth of his hand on his side, gliding his hips forward to meet Jotaro’s careless stroking. He met Jotaro’s gaze, his own lips agape and the other’s pursed in an almost pout-like tenseness. Kakyoin reciprocated Jotaro’s courtesy, gripping his hard cock in a firm fist, thumb rubbing against the spongy tip. He felt Jotaro’s blood rush against his palm as his cock twitched against the touch, a groan rewarding him in ways he could barely understand.

“Suck it,” Jotaro panted, his grip releasing on Kakyoin’s cock to move to his shoulders and push the smaller boy to his knees. Kakyoin braced himself against Jotaro’s thigh as he collapsed, the sternness of Jotaro’s manhandling not entirely unexpected and exceedingly arousing. The hard tile floor reddened his knees, a sharp soreness quickly setting in yet easily enough ignored.

Kakyoin’s cheek rubbed against Jotaro’s length, his nose rustling the scattering of coarse hair along his groin. Jotaro was not one to delay his gratification; he gripped Kakyoin’s hair in a rough fist and jerked his head to align his lips against the tip of Jotaro’s reddened cock. When Kakyoin parted his lips to grimace against the maltreatment, Jotaro plunged his head between them to press against Kakyoin’s tongue.

Kakyoin took a moment to glare up at Jotaro who looked down at him almost obliviously, yet Kakyoin couldn’t tell if he just didn’t care or if he knew he was loving this. His fingers released their grip on Kakyoin’s hair, favoring a loose cradle of the back of his head as Kakyoin’s tongue flicked at the underside of his cock. His lips closed around Jotaro’s girth, always impressive to Kakyoin even after seeing it and feeling it so many times. He closed his eyes, the gentleness of Jotaro’s hand on the back of his head welcomed as he worked at his own pace to elicit quiet groans from Jotaro. His tongue swirled around the heat of Jotaro’s cockhead, tantalizingly slowly yet deliciously hitting all of the sensitive points he knew like landmarks on a map. Jotaro’s hips bucked against each lap of Kakyoin’s tongue, trying to be respectful of Kakyoin’s ministrations yet aggressively indicating that he’d wanted more. Kakyoin almost smiled, enjoying teasing Jotaro with languid strokes across and around his head, noticing the quivering muscles of his thighs and tightening grip on the back of his head.

Kakyoin accepted more of Jotaro’s length into his mouth, turning his head to drag against the hardness. Jotaro hissed, pushing Kakyoin’s head harder against the resistance he met. Starting to get frustrated at Kakyoin’s obvious provocation, he bucked his hips forward suddenly, making Kakyoin press his eyes shut and suppress a gag to accept Jotaro’s length. Hot breath puffed from his nose, surprised and slightly irritated.

Then, footsteps.

Kakyoin’s eyes flew open at the sound, increasing in volume as they approached the bathroom from the hallway. He tried to jolt his head back, his gaze snapping upwards to meet Jotaro’s when his hand halted the movement with an assertive push.

“Hierophant,” Jotaro whispered, the steps getting closer and louder before Kakyoin noticed there were two sets of them. He tried to vocally protest and twist his neck away from Jotaro’s cock but was met with a rather convenient gagging and hands sustaining his head position.

Two boys entered the bathroom, chatting and laughing about mundane happenings that seemed to be the most important things in the world as the sound rang in Kakyoin’s ears. They approached the urinals on the opposite side of the stall, seemingly not noticing the door was closed, yet there were no feet to be seen under it.

His eyes were wide, a begging stare meeting an unreciprocated stone-cold glare from Jotaro. His lips still wrapped around Jotaro’s cock, the pair were suspended in the air with verdant tendrils invisible to the civilian eye. Tentacles erupting from everywhere and nowhere wrapped around Jotaro’s legs, bending them into a perch over Kakyoin’s face. Kakyoin reclined underneath him, his arms wrapping around Jotaro’s thighs and legs entangled by his Stand’s tendrils, infinitely strong and limber.

The boys continued their chat while Kakyoin fought against Jotaro’s pressure keeping him in place. He pleaded with his eyes, brows furrowed. Jotaro merely raised an index finger to his pouted lips, a signal Kakyoin understood and rolled his eyes at the obviousness of it. Be quiet, no shit, he thought.

He didn’t expect Jotaro to continue shoving his cock deeper into Kakyoin’s mouth, barely halfway in yet butting into the back of his throat. His eyes squinted, repressing the gag that bounded within him, shuddering deep in his body with the strain. Jotaro’s mischievous grin would have pissed Kakyoin off if he weren’t so attracted to it.

Jotaro slowly slid his cock further down Kakyoin’s throat, hot and wet and as welcoming as he could muster. He felt the ripples of Kakyoin’s throat around his cock as he tried his best to accept it, still choking silently against it. Watching him struggle to take his cock, gagging, tears forming along the already reddened lining of his eyes, only made Jotaro harder much to Kakyoin’s titillation and dismay. His cock twitched into the air, his balls feeling heavy dangling between his legs. His eyes pressed closed, wanting to block out the menial conversation that echoed throughout the otherwise empty bathroom.

His eyes flashed open once again when Jotaro pinched his nose shut.

Kakyoin looked on in disbelief now. Was Jotaro really this brazen? There was no way he could breathe with Jotaro’s cock down his throat and his nose pinched close. Jotaro’s grin grew wider, more devilish, feeling Kakyoin’s breath hitch only in his chest, sending reverberations through his throat.

Kakyoin reached up to grasp Jotaro’s wrist that pressed his hand against his nose. He felt his face redden, already flushed from lust. Jotaro paid no mind to Kakyoin’s urgent pulling and pushing on his wrist, his grasp on his nose supplemented by the grip he had holding Kakyoin’s head in place. A tear fell from Kakyoin’s eye, pressure building in his lungs and head. His nails dug into Jotaro’s hand, Jotaro still pushing his cock further in Kakyoin’s throat until his lips were flush with the base. Kakyoin’s throat tightened and loosened rapidly against his length, almost prompting a groan until he silenced it.

Jotaro pulled out halfway before starting to pump into his throat, slowly at first. Kakyoin couldn’t believe this was happening. He struggled to keep quiet, the boys’ laughs reverberating through his frustration. Through the pain and lack of air, he felt his cock strain in the air, undeniably aroused and painfully so. Jotaro threw his head back, closing his throat to the groans he felt pushing their way out.

Finally, the urinals flushed, Kakyoin slapping his fists against Jotaro’s thighs with the opportunity for light, obfuscated noise. Jotaro smacked the back of his head at that, prompting him to stop to which he complied. His chest burned, tightness unrelieved by the airless heaves he writhed into. His fingers tingled, still grasping Jotaro’s thighs. He kicked into the air, unable to reach his knees up to Jotaro. Jotaro’s gaze moved towards the exit to the bathroom, following the sound of the footsteps as they approached it and gradually faded away.

He waited one more moment in silence before releasing his grip on Kakyoin’s head and nose. He turned his head away and coughed Jotaro’s dick out of his mouth, tears streaming and chest heaving with gasping breaths. He continued coughing as Hierophant gently lowered him to the ground on his knees.

Jotaro dropped to the floor with a thud on his ass, an action that would have elicited his wrath if he were not chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck?” Kakyoin cursed between breaths, scowling at Jotaro who picked himself up off the floor.

“Take it out on me later,” Jotaro cooed, stepping over to Kakyoin and offering a hand to help him get onto his feet, to which he refused. There was only the noise of Kakyoin catching his breath and coughing while Jotaro moved his head to cup Kakyoin’s head, this time much more gingerly than the last.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Jotaro murmured, moving his foot to step between Kakyoin’s knees as he rested on his calves. “But you thought it was hot, too.”

He was obviously alluding to the throbbing erection bobbing between Kakyoin’s legs. Kakyoin couldn’t deny this, but still gazed up incessantly at Jotaro who looked down at him with a mix of tenderness and cockiness.

“C’mon,” Jotaro twiddled his fingers in Kakyoin’s hair gingerly, “let me make you feel good, too. Stand up.”

Kakyoin took a moment before obeying, rising to his feet without Jotaro’s assistance. Jotaro met him with a hug, embracing him and inviting him to rest his face against his chest. He rubbed the small of his back, Kakyoin’s resentment melting away with the caress though his throat and chest still stung. Jotaro dragged a thumb across his cheek, wiping away the stray tears that lingered there.

“How can I make you feel good?” Jotaro asked quietly into Kakyoin’s hair.

Kakyoin considered the question for a moment, one that Jotaro didn’t often ask. He must have felt some level of regret, Kakyoin thought with a smile.

“M-my ass…” he murmured into Jotaro’s chest, his back arching into Jotaro’s soft touch. His gaze focused on Jotaro’s cock, still achingly hard and rubbing against his belly button over his shirt.

“Shoulda known,” Jotaro said with a smile in his voice.

~

Kakyoin huffed, his hot breath forming a cloud of condensation against the cool median of the stall, face pressed against it in listlessly while relying on it to stabilize himself as he bent forward. His palms balanced his body on either side of his head. Aphoristic breathy moans dotted each peak of pleasure that waved through him, coat dangling by his sides, spine contorted to offer his ass to Jotaro.

Jotaro, on his knees behind Kakyoin, wrapped one hand around his thigh and the other spread a plump buttock to access his puckered hole with his mouth. He circled Kakyoin’s muscular hole with his tongue, purling it with every moan that Kakyoin offered. Kakyoin then balanced on one hand as he grasped his cock, pumping it haltingly with each lap of Jotaro’s tongue. With a soft suck, Jotaro sent a needy desire racking through Kakyoin, buckling his knees under the tingling he felt in his gut.

“Fuck me,” Kakyoin opened his eyes after rolling them behind his eyelids. “Please. Now.”

Jotaro left a small peck before rising to press the tip of his cock against Kakyoin’s slick opening. He grabbed Kakyoin’s hips, pulling up on them to realign Kakyoin’s posture. He retrieved a small bottle of lube from a pocket on his jacket, squirting plenty on his cock and rubbing it around Kakyoin’s entrance. Kakyoin whined, hearing Jotaro stuff the bottle back in his jacket before Jotaro placed one hand back on his hip, the other presumably at the base of his cock.

Jotaro was not often gentle when fucking Kakyoin, and today was no exception. He drove into Kakyoin to the full extent of his length, Kakyoin giving no resistance yet delightfully tight. The pair groaned in unison, not purposefully, but both of them enjoying the combined noise of their enjoyment. Kakyoin relished the feeling of being filled, Jotaro’s cock thick and long, the coarse hair on his taut balls pressing against his perineum, scratching lightly. Kakyoin’s eyes were barely opened, staring at the wall to the left. By the time Jotaro withdrew halfway and plunged back in with a thrust of his hips, Kakyoin was nearly melting against the stall door trying to keep quiet but largely failing.

They heard a pair of thick-soled shoes stroll past the entrance to the bathroom, both taking extra care to be quiet while Jotaro mercilessly pounded his cock deep into Kakyoin rhythmically. There was no hiding the smack of Jotaro’s balls against Kakyoin, a quiet slapping the only noise for a moment.

The footsteps seemed to circle back towards the entrance, startling both boys into stillness. Kakyoin’s face went cold, forcing his breath to steady. Jotaro stared up on the ceiling by the entrance, looking for a shadow should anyone enter. As the footsteps proceeded into the bathroom, Jotaro and Kakyoin snapped into a shared gaze, begging the question of what to do.

“Jotaro Kujo!” a booming voice alarmed the pair from behind the stall.

Jotaro rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth while he steadied his breath. “Yeah?”

“I gave you a pass to the bathroom forty-five minutes ago,” the voice seemed to get closer to the stall, Jotaro thankful that there wasn’t an opening between the door and the frame from which his teacher could peer into.

His teacher peeked under the door discreetly, however. He was unsurprised to see Jotaro’s pants bundled on the floor around his legs as he sat on the toilet.

Kakyoin covered his mouth with both of his hands, eyes wide with fear and staring at the door. His asshole tightened around Jotaro’s cock, almost making his breath hitch.

“Yeah, taking a shit,” Jotaro had to force the smile off of his face as he responded, his same grizzly tone particularly pissed off at the interruption.

Kakyoin stared at the pair of brown shoes that appeared beyond the stall under the door. His calves and feet dangled in front of him, a pair of large purple, gloved hands supporting him at the knees as his ass rested against Jotaro’s lap. His back pressed against Jotaro’s chest which rose and fell much slower and more collected than his. Jotaro’s arms encircled his torso, keeping him still.

“Are you sure you’re not smoking in here?” the voice questioned apprehensively.

“Pretty damn sure,” Jotaro let his distaste burn in his words, the loudness causing Kakyoin to flinch. He tightened around Jotaro again, almost making his voice crack during the last word.

“Hmm…” the voice lingered, Kakyoin swallowing the lump in his throat with each passing moment of silence that followed.

“Do you normally stand around and wait for your students to finish shitting?” Jotaro chided, almost sparking a laugh from Kakyoin; instead, he smiled from behind his hands clasped over his mouth.

“Ah- er…” the voice stuttered. “You have fifteen more minutes before I send the nurse in here.”

Jotaro send an apathetic “fine” before the teacher turned and walked slowly out of the bathroom, the pair following each step with trailing eyes.

Kakyoin couldn’t suppress a near-silent laugh, infecting Jotaro with a similar chuckle.

“Don’t laugh, you’re hurting my cock,” he grinned, whispering almost too quietly for Kakyoin to hear.

Jotaro released his hold on Kakyoin’s torso and stood, Star Platinum rotating him so his legs hooked under Jotaro’s grip and wrapped around his hips. Kakyoin crossed his wrists behind Jotaro’s neck, feeling Star’s chest balancing his back like a wall. Star’s arms supported Kakyoin’s lower back and ass, allowing him to comfortably relax around Jotaro’s cock. He let his pants dangle from one leg, kept on by the friction from his shoe and not much else.

“Fifteen minutes,” Kakyoin mused, the pair finally face to face and sharing a mischievous gaze.

Jotaro took that as the only invitation he needed, hammering into Kakyoin’s ass with no hesitation. Kakyoin grunted with each thrust, Jotaro’s cock rubbing against his prostate agonizingly. Jotaro bent to meet Kakyoin’s lips, breathing deep groans into his throat as he swallowed Kakyoin’s whiny moans. Kakyoin wasn’t sure if the kiss was an attempt to dampen the noise or simply a kiss, but he didn’t care, his cock bouncing to the rhythm of Jotaro’s thorough fucking. His brows furrowed and his lids lagged heavy, the building tension in his balls and ass quickly becoming too much to bear. He broke the kiss to meet Jotaro’s intense look, his toes curling in his shoes and his fingers gripping the fabric of Jotaro’s coat.

“I’m gonna—” Kakyoin mewled, cut off by his own orgasm sending shockwaves through his body. He spurted thick ropes of cum across his chest, his white undershirt soaking in the wetness.

Jotaro grunted, watching Kakyoin’s cock twitch and strain with the orgasm, unrelentingly fucking his ass as he grew closer to cumming himself. Kakyoin cried out from the stimulation, pushing forth an extra puddle of cum that pooled around his groin.

Jotaro completed with a clenched jaw and eyelids, cumming deep into Kakyoin’s ass. His balls pulsated as he emptied himself fully, one or two more strokes draining him thoroughly. Residual waves of orgasmic relief flowed through Jotaro’s cock and gut, followed by a familiar satisfaction and exhaustion. Kakyoin looked down at his shirt, wondering how he was supposed to clean this up before going back to his lunch period.

They were both a mess; eyes red from tears, lips flushed pink from gnawing kisses, hair tousled, and clothes disheveled. Not to mention the sweat and flushed skin of their faces.

Jotaro apparently didn’t think that far ahead.

The pair seemed unconcerned at the moment, though, remaining bonded together for as long as they could get away with.

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[raindrenchedstories]

Forever home 17

It wasn’t as though Richter was ungrateful. In fact, he was more than delighted to have what he did. But being stuck like he was, he couldn’t deny it would be good to freely enjoy the sun again. Drink a proper cup of coffee. Hell. He could even go for a second romance if he were given the chance.

Instead, he enjoyed his small semblance of normal among the expanse of Bears house. Mostly keeping to his original habitat while his housemate traversed each room with ease. He took long breaths, watching as the lights flickered out for the night. They exchanged their nightly parting and soon, Richter shut his eyes.

Sleep was far from available, however. He wanted so badly to just drift off for the night. Leave these concerns for his breakfast and discuss them with Bear. Alas, sometimes those wants just would not come to fruition. It was exactly that fact that was concerning him.

He wanted so badly to do right by his people. Cut them out of the responsibility act. He might have been content with the way his life was going. So many others, however, weren’t. If he could just give them the chance to break free...

Richters thoughts drifted back to Avery. The tired expression he wore during their last conversation. He could call. Bear had given him a small orb with all the spells in place. However it was late. Avery probably was asleep by now. Or at very least he was trying to sleep. Richters eyes fell on the clear wall.

Nothing was normal any more. There was always that tense weight in the air, reminding him that anything he worked for seamed to go AWOL not long after. With a huff, Richter shot up. Stormed down the stairs, and poured himself a glass of water. Trying to clear his mind.

No use. He was on the train of thought now. Never mind the fact that they were down a single person to actually start the process. No. The rest would lie on his fellow humans themselves. People he didn’t even know. Either raised in an apocalyptic situation, or forced into one while rearing their own kids.

Some were just born into it. Those were probably the lucky ones. They didn’t know there was better. Richters eyes landed on the half full glass in his hands. Hypnotized by the clear fluid, the way he could see right through it. A stark contrast to his thoughts.

Somewhere along the lines, a muffled voice called from his living room. Startling him. Richter strode, water in hand to the sounds of another persons voice. The orb sat atop his table, Avery’s face reflected in it. He gave a small grin to the image, sitting across from it. “God. It’s like you know when I want to talk.”

“Yeah, well. I just needed to chat.” The image shrugged. “You’re usually up for it. Least I didn’t have to send an orb this time. Spoiled lil’ shit.”

Richter burst into soft laughter. Leaning into the sofa with his water in hand. He motioned for Avery to continue. This was a welcome distraction. They spoke for a long while. Mostly about their giants. Avery had plenty to say about Leva. As it turned out, she adored the moody elf. Even if he attempted to convince her otherwise.

“Anyways. What’s up with you? Ain’t it past your bedtime?” Avery concluded. Richter fidgeted with his glass. Long since emptied of it’s contents. He set it beside the orb and huffed. Finally, he spoke up. Emptying his mind of all the worries that kept him up that night.

“Honestly? I’m pretty nervous about this whole thing with the papers. Like. We only need one more talking human to prove our point. But we don’t know any one else. Even after that, well... There’s no guaranteeing my own people won’t fuck it up.” He ran a hand through his hair with a groan.

Avery sat away from the orb, crossing his arms in thought. “So you’re worried about your freedom?” He tilted his head slightly. A lopsided grin on his sharp features.

“Kinda’. I mean. We’re going through all the right channels sure, but would you trust complete strangers who’re in a panic situation?” They both let out a shudder. Avery finally pancaked a hand in the air with a shrug.

“Don’t worry too much about it. If you don’t win it, come see me. Alright? I can stand Williams presence for an hour at least.” The elf waved his concerns away with a smile. “I mean, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oof. Bad joke man. Bad joke.”  At Avery’s confusion Richter sighed. Leaning his head back into the cushions of the sofa, he explained. “I literally survived an apocalypse.”

That seamed to be enough. The emerald eyed being nodded slowly. His left ear perked up, twisted, then returned to place. Shutting his eyes, Avery massaged the bridge of his nose. “At least now you can make a damn call. Lev’s a sweet heart but gods. I can’t even turn around without her ogling at me.  No privacy.”

It was getting late now, the two men continued their conversation for a long while as it turned out. Richter ended up passing out part way through their chatter. Blissfully unaware Avery was still sitting there. Laying his head on his arms, the elf watched him sleep.

It wasn’t until early morning that Richter even knew he was out. The call long since ended. Bear was tapping lightly against his door. “Come on lil’ guy. Up ya get.” Richters eyes found the massive puff sporting from Bears chin. He stuck out his tongue, and rolled over.

It wasn’t the first time they’d had such an exchange. The access hatch dropped open, and Richter ended up flailing in a loose grasp. “Bear! I swear to god I will bite you again!”

“So bite. I don’t feel it any how.” The man huffed, folding his arms as he was toted around the house.

Breakfast was... Okay. Richter kept sipping his tea with small thoughts here and there travelling to Avery. Why did he want to see the human if things went poorly? He sighed. Leaning his head back against Bears teacup. It shifted away from him a moment, leaving the minuscule man to lay face up on the saucer.

“Mh. Sorry... You about ready to get dressed? I wanted to take you to the store today.” At that, Richter scarfed the last of his meal and stood. Dusting off what crumbs fell onto him. He was easily transported back to the plastic hut, and had time to choose something close to his liking.

“Why do you want me with you?” He inquired, struggling into a mint green polo.

Bear hummed. Leaning on the enclosure wall with his back turned to Richter. “Figured you’d want to pick something to wear for the interview.”

“Yeah alright. But if I start talking in public, won’t that cause a ton of questions to come up? Ready to go.” Richter stood fully dressed beside the wall.

“You forget, the translation spells only work if you want to be heard.” With that, it was final. The two made their way out the door with little time to spare. The store would be far too busy within the hour. And neither Richter nor Bear were particularly social people if given a choice.

Richter was seated comfortably in Bears pocket while they made their way to the daunting warp gate. He eyed the crackling structure with pure, unadulterated hatred. Falling back into the giants pocket with a growl. “Tell me when it’s over.”A quaking shudder told him Bear was laughing.

*

Poor Richter had never been the best with the travel gates. Neil seamed to love them enthusing about how marvellous the magic behind them actually was. But Richter cursed the things out with a passion. Bear wondered if it was a bad experience or the general feel of them that upset the human so.

Aside from that, the trip seamed to be going well. Richter picked out a few small items and a well fitting suit for the meetings ahead. He was making a show of turning this way and that to test the suits flexibility when another voice piped up. “Well look at that.”

Both men stared directly at a familiar giantess, daughter in tow a tiny grumbling red head peeking from the little girls front pocket. The mother smiled towards them. “He looks practically domesticated! We’ve only just recently got Skippy relaxed about handling.”

“It’s MARY dammit!” The tiny woman shrieked from her position. Bear didn’t understand the words, but he heard the fury. Richter, however, had no such filter. He openly winced at the womans harsh tones. Waving a calming hand in her direction.

“Hey... It’s nice to see you again. Mary.” Three faces turned to him. With the fourth member turning her head away arrogantly.

“W- Sir.... Did that come from HIM?” Richter clapped a hand over his mouth, face shifting from tense, to mortified. “Oh gods! It did.”

Bear shushed her sharply. “Listen, we’re working on it. Ricky’s only recently translated. But... Well it looks like there’s another intelligent race out there.” He grimaced. Gesturing to the man to his left. Richter just cleared his throat and waved.

The small child was on him in a second. Hands slamming down on either side of the human and a gap toothed smile blooming in his direction. “Hi mister! I’m Janette. And this is Skippy! Or... We called her that. What’s her real name? Can you tell me?”

“Oh uh... She says her name is Mary.” He answered, probably thankful for the sound proofing on his translation spells.

“You mean you can understand these bastards? Good fucking luck getting them to listen.” Mary folded her arms.

“There’s such thing as a translation spell you know?” Richter snapped in her direction.

“Don’t yell at Mary!” The girl piped up.

“Can we... Please take this discussion somewhere more discrete?” Bear suggested. Reaching to pluck Richter from his place.

They moved to a little hill in the centre of a park, sitting under a small god-oak. Away from prying eyes and ears. The small collective recounting the events that everyone had gone through. Mostly Richter. Finally, the mother, Agatha leaned back. Long timbers that trailed along her arms and legs creaked with the movement. “So... You’re taking this to council right?”

“It’s the whole reason we were buying a suit mam.” Richter shrugged.

“Well, if Mary agrees to it, we’re in.” Her eyes turned to her daughter, who had tuned the conversation out completely in favour of chasing sparrows. “I have to set a good example. After all. Richter? Could you ask her for me?”

He chattered pleasantly, unwilling to be understood just then. The humans conversed before Mary turned to the surrounding giants, grinned, and nodded. Agatha reached down to scoop her, but hesitated, regret crossed her features. Bear patted her shoulder. “All good?”

“I basically just enslaved someone without knowing. Not all good.” She huffed.

“Oh trust me. I know the feeling.” He couldn’t help the grin, glancing down to Richter. The human, in turn just laughed awkwardly.

The trio of giants parted ways. And Bear made his way home. Richter tucked up tightly in his pocket. The travel gate shuddered as they approached. Then sparked and fizzled out. Bear huffed. “Looks like we’re waiting a hot minute for that.”

“What? Why? Did it run out of power or something?” Richter peeked over his pocket with a panicked whimper.

“No. Scheduled maintenance. Our timing was just off by an hour.” He sighed. Richter patted his chest, drawing the mans attention.

“Well. Bright side. We now have five people on board. So... We can proceed. Right?” Bear smirked, nodded, and made his way elsewhere.

“Hey, I’m wanting a coffee, you okay with hiding down there while I order one?” He trailed down a familiar street, with restaurants and coffee shops. Richter readily agreed and stuck himself back into his hiding place. Bear decided to just get one to go and wait in the park for an hour.

He made a point to get something kind of sweet for the day. It felt like a sweets kind of time. The air was just starting to get chilly, and Bear was aware he’d be growing in his winter coat. As well as taking Neil for a few months while Archibald hibernated.

He paused in thought. Tiny snores indicated Richter was out cold as he sipped his drink. Neil. By the end of all this, the man would probably have a home of his own. Little independent bugger. But what about Richter? Would he be warm and safe this winter? What about Midway? Would he celebrate it with everyone else?

A familiar whistle brought him from his thoughts. As Archibald came loping up the cobbled streets of the city. Grinning from ear to ear. A new set of tools in one hand. The other shoved in a pocket. Bear found himself perusing the mans apparel. Long sleeves as always, but as a welcome break, he was wearing red. An indicator he was in a good mood.

“What brings you out this far Will?” He patted Bears shoulder affectionately.

“Suit shopping for Ricky. Gate’s down. But we met someone else and got a fifth member for the council.” He smiled Archibalds grin only grew, and some pit in the giants heart fluttered to the surface. He was content though. He knew Arch was shy. Even a little closed off. So asking could scare him off.

“That’s amazing! Wait. Where is Richter?” An answering snort came from the bearded one’s pocket, then a louder snore. Archibald nodded with a little ‘oh’ on his lips. “Seams like we can’t get a moment without the boys eh?”

“Did you want to? I mean we could meet up for dinner some-” Bear jolted. So much for not asking until Archibald was ready. He gave a glance to his oldest friend. “Time.” He finished.

Archibald fussed. Before heaving a sigh. He made a motion with a finger to his chest. Then flicked it. A signal he wanted to be alone for an answer. Bear hated doing this, but he allowed his magic through him. A light blue glow illuminated his finger. He tapped his pocket. Sending Richter into a deeper, more content sleep. He made a point to affect the dreams so they were nothing but nice.

“There. We’re alone now.” He grumbled.

“Okay...

[empiricalwritings]

Don’t Eat the Monkey

Prompt

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, Wilford you do! It's your turn to take one of the Jims out for the day," Dark's voice was growing desperate after almost two hours of arguing with his boyfriend. There was a pause as Wil considered another argument to make. His mind was blank. Dark had won this battle, but Wil wasn't going into this alone.

"I'll go under one condition," Wil proposed.

"And what is that?"

"You, Darky Darling, come with me," Wil cooed with a massive grin crawling over his face as he delivered the ultimatum. As much as Dark wanted to object, he knew he really didn’t have much to say otherwise. So, Dark set his frustrations aside and gave in to Wil.

“Fine. But, we do something simple and quick.”

“The zoo! What a wonderful idea!” Wil’s eyes filled with excitement as the picture of animals, cotton candy, and Dark filled his thoughts.

“Very well. Go get one of the Jims, and let’s get going,” Dark conceded. Although he would never admit it, Dark actually enjoyed the zoo. The animals created a natural peace around him. The more he thought about it, he needed a relaxing break. He would have to assume responsibility for the Jim, but he usually was able to control them well enough, when he tried. Today, he thought, may actually be a delight.

Without Dark noticing, Wil left to find the Jims. This task was rather easy considering it was nearly impossible to go more than an hour without encountering at least one. There was always a guarantee of finding a Jim in their room. No one knew exactly how so many people could possibly share a single room, but no one was prepared to ask.

Before he could make it halfway to the room, Wil ran into a pair of Jims. They were usually in pairs like this, stealing Bings cloths, sneaking into Dr. Iplier’s office, and other mischief. This duo was in the middle of a game of “Who can stuff more nickels in their mouth” when they spotted the candy man approaching them.

“Spit those out, now! You could choke on them!” Wil reprimanded before he realized he should probably avoid scaring them off. He swiftly changed his tone before the Jims could scatter with their loose change still lodged in their mouths.

“Please, spit those out? I wouldn’t want you getting hurt,” Wil pleaded. The first Jim obeyed and opened his mouth, releasing an ungodly amount of coins. The other Jim was less complacent, and scooped up the saliva covered nickels and scrambled away.

“No! Wait! I-I…oh, never mind,” Wil sighed, turning to the remaining Jim.

“Would you like to go to the zoo with Dark and I?” Wil asked with overwhelming friendliness.

“The zoo?” the Jim inquired with little attention to Wil, “Like, with animals and birds?”

“Yes! It will be tons of fun!” Wil cheered, careful not to point out the fact that birds were animals.

“Okay, bubblegum man. Where’s the demon guy?” Jim absently asked again.

“Follow me, and we’ll find him.”

Wil knew exactly where Dark would be. He led Jim to the garage where Dark was quietly waiting in the car. Wil opened the back door to let the Jim into the backseat before crawling into the passenger seat. The ride was mostly silent except for the nonstop talking of Wil and Jim. Dark had gotten used to the pointless conversations Wil would have with all of the Jims. The topic of their discussions was often the most random things imaginable. The only time Dark payed any attention to their dialogue was when it was about himself or his relationships. He knew the Jims were not fond of him, yet they were unanimously devoted to Wil.

The ride was over before any subject of interest could arise. The zoo was mostly vacant, and that only made this outing seem more pleasant to Dark and, for the greater half of the day, it was. The entrance fee was fairly cheap, adding to Dark’s enjoyment.

“Let’s go see the tigers!” Wil squealed the moment he entered the park. Before Dark could organize a structure route on the map, Wil and Jim were dashing towards the loin exhibit. Without trying to inform the two that the lions were in the opposite direction, Dark sighed and followed behind.

Dark was busy admiring the penguins while Wil lifted Jim onto his shoulders to see the polar bears a few enclosures away. It was an odd sight, considering Jim was in no way like a small child. The sound of familiar static began to fill Dark’s ears as he continued to watch the aquatic birds.

“Taking time to go to the zoo now? I thought you didn’t have time for shit like that,” a painfully accustomed voice mocked behind Dark. Thousands of memories crammed into Dark’s head. He knew the voice all too well.

“I’m just taking a break with Wil. You know that,” Dark replied without turning to face to voice. He looked to see if Wil and Jim were close by. They had left the polar bears to visit the next group of animals and were well out of sight.

“you never came here with me. I didn’t even know you liked these kind of things,” the voice continued. Dark fought the urge to turn his head. He knew exactly who it was talking to him. It was Anti. He didn’t know whether to ignore him and find Wil or continue the conversation.

“Things have changed. You know that,” Dark continued against his better judgement as he strolled on to the next exhibit. “So why are you here?” he finally asked.

“To check on you, obviously. I wanted to see if being with that pink haired monster has broken you yet,” Anti whispered. Dark couldn’t tell if Anti was still behind him or not. With a deep breath, he spun around only to find nothing. The static in Dark’s ears had ceased, and now he had lost track of the two children.

After a few minutes of searching, Dark found Wil and Jim viewing the flamingos. They didn’t seem to perceive his absence when he rejoined them. Jim was laughing as he pointed to Wil’s mustache. He was undoubtedly pointing out the similar color the mustache had with the pink birds.

Once the trio finished exploring half of the zoo, they stopped to eat lunch. Dark hadn’t planned on staying this long, or he would have packed some kind of lunch for everyone. However, the zoo had several food stands to order from. Dark selected a picnic table while Wil and Jim got a meal. Wil returned carrying a massive bag of cotton candy, an ice cream cone, and a heavily fried corn dog. Jim simply had a hot dog and a soda.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much, Wil?” Dark queried as Wil set his collection on the table. Dark didn’t eat often; he didn’t need to. He rarely had the time to anyway.

“I can handle it, Darky. Don’t worry about me,” Wil retorted as he began to down the corn dog.

“You might as well eat on of the monkeys here with how much food you have,” Dark joked. Wil only rolled his eyes and moved on to his ice cream. The two enjoyed the lunch for a good half an hour. It was only when Dark was about to fall asleep on the grass that he detected that Jim had gone missing.

“Where could he have gone? He could be in danger!” Wil shouted in complete hysteria. He swiveled his head back and forth in an attempt to locate Jim. Dark was used to seeing Wil in a panic, but this was starting to concern him. It was just another Jim; there were plenty to go around.

“He’s bound to still be in the zoo. Now, you go back to the marine displays, and I’ll check the primate house,” Dark commanded with composure. Without responding, Wil darted out to the fish tanks. Dark, however, took his time to enjoy the zoo some more.

The underwater enclosures were a maze of fish and glass, and Wil’s reckless searching sent him in circles. He passed the shark tank at least four times before he took light of the issue. He needed to slow down. He would never find Jim this way. He rested for a minute on a nearby bench to catch his breath. The truth was, Wil cared deeply for the Jims. All of them. They shared the same careless curiosity, excitement, and impulsiveness. He knew each Jim personally which was an astonishing feat. He only complained about them to get something out of Dark. Wil was responsible for the Jims, and now, he lost one. He couldn’t go home until the missing Jim was safe. Wil quickly began a more organized search, determined to succeed.

Dark, on the other hand, was less passionate about the Jims. They were just an amalgamation of random ideas and chaos, and they gave him anxiety whenever he thought about them. They were out of his control most of the time, not that he ever really tried, and they knew it. In general, however, nothing catastrophic ever happened between the Jims and Dark. He would give anything to keep things that way.

After his casual saunter around the zoo, Dark reached the primate house. They were loud and obnoxious, making Dark regret choosing this location to search. Rather than focus on the mission to save the lost Jim, Dark tried to enjoy himself. He stopped to observe the numerous species of monkey and ape. They reminded him of the Jims, in a way. Heedlessly moving about and rolling around with each other. Dark found it slightly adorable. Yet, they were still intelligent; Dark could see that. The thought never occurred to him before, but he could recall several instances in which a Jim managed to surprise Dark with their thinking. Maybe the Jims weren’t as barbaric as he envisioned.

It was on that thought that Dark spotted something out of place in the exhibit. One of the monkeys appeared to be wearing a blue shirt. It was only after further inspection that Dark felt his stomach plummet inside him. It was Jim, in the enclosure. Stunned, Dark simply starred and wondered how the hell the Jim managed to get in with the animals. He could only watch and Jim crept up to one of the sleeping monkeys.

“Don’t eat the monkey!” a shout echoed throughout the building. Dark turned to see Wil, full sprint, toward him while eyeing Jim closely. The slap of sound shook Dark from his trance. Wil’s voice got Jim’s immediate attention. “Jim Dear, it was just a joke! Come out of there before you hurt yourself!” Jim wasted no time to follow the command; within seconds, he was standing next to the pair of lovers.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What were you thinking? Are you okay?” Wil asked in rapid succession. “Don’t go off like that without telling me. I lost my mind with worry.” His anger faded before Jim could make any sort of argument. Jim started to speak but was suddenly silenced by Wil as he hugged him tightly.

“Well, I think it’s time we head home. We’ve had quite the adventure,” stated Dark as he watched his boyfriend continue to hug Jim. Wil looked at Dark with slight disappointment, but it didn’t take long for him to agree.

The ride home was quiet as Wil and Jim dozed off, leaving Dark to think to himself. Wil was full of unconditional care. Dark had always known that, but today he saw it more than ever. The thought of Wil’s charisma made him smile. He was luckier than he imagined to know Wil. Today’s trip was more delightful than Dark ever could have expected, and he looked forward to doing it again next time.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/PerryPianist

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Roped In

Now this, this is a very long overdue present for a friend and man am I sorry for the wait you had to go through for this.

But! @stardragon17 I really hope that this was worth the wait and that you enjoy reading your gift! Have fun!

.“See something you wanna wrangle Lu?” Cana propped herself up on her knuckle, leaning further into the old yet sturdy wooden fence. 

While it wasn’t unusual to see the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip, this one evolved to a full grown grin, wickedly mischievous like the cackle she let loose at Lucy whose only response was a light ‘mhmm’ with her eyes focused elsewhere inside the paddock.

Cana could laugh all she wanted but Lucy’s had a long day, which is bound to turn into a long and tiring week. Sure she didn’t normally ogle cute guys, maybe spare them a glance then continue on her way, but this was a different case.

When there is a guy running around with horses inside a paddock, kicking up as much dust as his equine companions without any sign of slowing down and a tired grin pulling at his lips, simply sparing a glance doesn’t cut it.

It was like that scene straight out of George of the Jungle minus the billowing shirt and sunset when he leapt on the back of a particularly rowdy stallion. It reared up on its hind legs trying to buck him off but only succeeded in whipping it’s mane in his face, to which he let out a laugh lost to her on the wind. But she knew it was hearty from the way his eyes squinted and how he threw his head back.

Cheesy romance movies were right. Men and horses make a great combination to distract from real life. Especially since she’s on her father’s ranch for the first time since he brought it into fruition.

Leave it to the man, a retired stock broker, to have not only one of the wealthiest ranches in the country but also somehow managed to breed the best racehorses since Seabiscuit. Not to mention the other horses Heartfilia ranch put out were either rodeo stars or making big screen appearances in most tween movies.

Yup, the old man was making the Heartfilia name even bigger than it used to be, attracting the media’s ever watchful eye. Which is where she unfortunately dropped in.

It took her years to land a decent journalism gig. Why? Well when you’re the daughter of a well known business mogul trying to make her own for the first time in her life, no-one’s gonna take her seriously.

Everyone figured she was some airhead heiress looking for attention so she was promptly turned down without even a shot at an interview. She was damn near about to give up and go get that job at Subway when she got a call from one of the places she’d sent her résumé.

While it wasn’t the job she always dreamed of, what with her boss being like Jonah Jameson only eviller and with dumber facial hair, she hadn’t had any major difficulties until now.

Her boss put two and two together and decided, ‘hey sending Heartfilia to talk to Heartfilia’s gotta mean big bucks.’ so he went ahead, arranged an interview and shipped her to her off to the ranch with only her wits and her camerawoman in tow.

And she’s been dreading it since she got off the plane. The car ride over was basically her trying to decide whether or not jumping out a moving vehicle’s truly worth it, all the while staring out the window and noting the fact that really tight blue jeans were the pants of choice for everyone out here.

Clearly they weren’t meant for everyone.

She got here on time but Lucy’s been bouncing around the place, interviewing farmhands and wranglers, and pestering Cana to take pictures of any and everything that might be of use for the paper. Her father no doubt was doggedly pursuing her, expecting her for the interview and to hassle her about whatever else he’s been holding onto since she last saw him some years ago.

But truth be told, she wasn’t quite ready to see him yet and bless Cana for understanding. Despite the heat she’d yet to complain about Lucy’s ‘round the world journey.

“Hey, earth to drooling journalist. Are you gonna interview this one too or just keep gawking?” Cana sharply snapped her fingers in front of Lucy’s face, managing to get a few blinks out of her and a breathy sigh that sounded almost dreamy.

And maybe a little bit thirsty. But who was Cana to judge?

“Lu. Earth to Lu. Hello?” She tried again, this time reaching for her weapon of choice- the camera- snapping pictures in rapid succession. The results were even better than she expected with Lucy jumping back in shock, a garbled cry leaving her and disbelief in her eyes. “I’m sorry but if I let that continue any longer you’d jump the fence to jump him.” Cana’s eye zeroed in on the tiny LED screen of the camera, eyebrows raised.

Yeah those pictures are definitely gonna make rounds in their friendship circle.

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Lucy grumbled, rubbing at her eyes. “Jumping a hot guy is never a bad idea but you got a job to do, remember?” Cana chastised. She pushed herself off the fence with a weak grunt and wrapped an arm round Lucy’s shoulder. “Playing when you still have stuff to get done isn’t nearly as fun as it should be. Trust me.” 

Lucy sighed, her shoulders dropping as though a sudden weight came upon them, nearly throwing off Cana’s arm. “I know.” She groaned. “ I just, don’t wanna have to deal with him yet. I know he’s gonna do it,force me in a corner and twist my words to hear what he wants. And when he does that, he does the pity thing like everything’s my fault. And I just-” Her voice quavered. Fingers tightened round her upper arms, squeezing a bit too tight but Lucy almost didn’t realize until Cana pried her fingers away, replacing them with soothing strokes up and down her arms.

Lucy’s eyes stung as Cana pulled her closer, tucking her into her side with a tight squeeze. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say it. You can ogle as long as you want, and when this is all over we can go get waffles at that diner we passed. Whaddaya say?” 

Lucy tried for a watery smile. It wasn’t the best but Cana accepted it nonetheless. She didn’t know the full story, none of Lucy’s friends knew apart from a few slivers of details that obviously couldn’t paint the whole grim picture.

Lucy grimaced, curling in on herself despite Cana’s calming embrace.

“Want me to snap a few pics of sexiness over there for the road?” Cana suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. “You never know when you might need ‘em.” She nodded in the direction of sexiness, prompting Lucy to look up. Just in time to see him thrown to the ground. A strangled sound left his throat as his back slammed against the red dirt.

He rolled quickly to the side, narrowly missing his head getting pummeled in by the stallion’s powerful hooves before jumping to his feet when the horse tried again, letting out an angered whinny when its harsh stomps gained it no satisfying results.

Lucy winced, watching him dance around the aggravated beast, trying his hardest to calm it down to no avail. The carefree grin that was plastered on his face vanished into hard set lines, a seriousness overcoming his features. His stance went rigid, lowering into a slight crouch as a silent standoff ensued between him and the horse- inching ever so slightly and its tail flicking this way and that dangerously.

“Maybe we should get him some help before that though…” Cana muttered, worry creasing her brow as they both watched the horse stop to ponder, pawing the ground and snorting, bucking its head as it tried to decide whether or not maiming this guy was really worth it.

Lucy nodded stiffly in agreement, vaguely wondering how he could stay so calm in the enclosure with danger a mere few feet in front of him. Cana’s arm slid from around her. “ I’ll stay here in case things escalate, you go over to the next paddock and grab a few of those other wranglers we saw earlier. With the way that horse’s acting you’d better make it quick before It flips out again.”

“Got it.” Lucy warily eyed the man inside the paddock again before starting to turn away. Cana steeled her hand on the fence, ready to jump into action if needs be.

 And that’s when everything went to hell.

The horse reared up with a roar that no animal, let alone a horse, should ever produce. The guy leapt back as it came crashing down, staring it down with an unreadable expression. Then something crossed it, a split second glimpse of realization before a cry forced its way up from his throat when the horse bolted. “LOOK OUT!!” 

He tried to give chase but it lashed out with a hind leg, catching him squarely in the stomach and sent him flying. His pained scream when he slammed against the ground did nothing to halt the beast charging towards them at break neck speed, head lowered ready to rip through the fence to freedom.

The sickening crack of wood sounded like a gunshot. Splinters and huge chunks of the fence became airborne, debris that promised injury apart from the horse, giving a triumphant whinny at last, finally on the other side.

It galloped away to freedom. If it didn’t give a damn about its wrangler that it probably murdered, then it sure as hell didn’t notice how it threw Cana forward. 

Not a scream passed her lips, things going too fast for her to process and crashing into Lucy. Pain flared in her head before the full force of her friend’s weight pushed her to the dirt, both of them letting out twin groans.

One of them groaned again, and she wasn’t quite sure who with it sounding tinny and far away to her though she figured Cana, rolling off her moments later with another -more alert- groan, sounding vaguely irritated at the turn of events but that might’ve just been her brain muddling things up.

“Shit, Lu? Lucy? Are you awake?” She was slightly aware, being pulled up and made to rest against her friend’s side. “She hit her ‘ead?” A voice weakly piped up.

 Maybe it came from the limping figure slowly coming into view? Her eyes were kinda blurry now.

“Yeah, just looks like a bump. I hope.” 

“Got some supplies for that. Can ya walk an’ help me carry her?” The figure swoops into view, leaning over her slightly, their brow knitting with obvious concern. 

Was that an accent? It sounded odd.

“Yeah i’m good. Is it far?” 

“Just up ahead past the barn.” Her head felt funny, she tried to focus but the words kept flowing in and out like an old tv just static fuzzing over words the harder she tried to focus. She felt herself being hoisted by two pairs of strong hands. Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a bit….her head might clear…….

When next her eyes open she almost wishes they hadn’t. A dull ache blankets her head and forces her eyes back to weak slits.

Wait. What happened?

Horse, Cana, running around the ranch, sexy wrangler…

Lucy presses a hand to her forehead to recall more and immediately pulls it back. A hiss passes through her teeth as fresh pain blazes to life from where she touched it, dying down to a weak pulse letting her know not to forget it.

Tentatively Lucy tries again, light fingers gently prodding her tender forehead and wincing slightly at the large swell she feels there. She tries to sit up but fails, sinking into the ridiculous softness of what she can only suspect to be a couch. And a fairly old one at that given how she felt brittle sponge crumbling against her palm from a tear in its seam. A frustrated sound escapes her as she struggles to rise. 

“Sounds like ya finally come to.” Someone rumbled nearby. Clinking and weak shufflings came from behind the couch, out of her sight. Which frustrated her even more.

She made another sound, a low whine from her throat and grabbed the back of the couch, hoisting herself up in one go. Lucy’s half-concussed brain didn’t particularly agree with that. Her eyes blurred slightly, the dimly lit room disappearing for a moment.

With a hard blink it returned and Lucy peered behind for whoever just spoke to her. Her eyes widened slightly, taking another hard blink and then another just to make sure that her eyes weren’t tricking her with some sort of delusion. Not that she’d be complaining either way.

Holy.Shit.

Earlier when she ogled she might’ve had a shirtless daydream about him (not that Cana should ever know) but was Lucy actually expecting to see him with his shirt off, slung casually over his shoulder with a small smile directed at her?

No, and damn was Lucy wrong about those romance novel covers. Apparently guys really did come as chiseled and perfect as a statue carved by the gods themselves. His pink hair was delightfully tousled, falling into dark- almost black- green eyes. Every inch of rich brown skin toned and stretched over hard muscles. Though there were a few patches, warped and silvery, that dotted his body from face to just above the waistband of his dirtied jeans.

What stood out the most however, was the vague horseshoe shaped swell on his left side. The skin wasn’t broken but it still looked painfully inflamed. Despite the layer of salve coating it, she could still see the bruised purple skin just beneath, shining through.

At least she had the decency not to drool, her mouth instead falling into a soft ‘o’ and continuing to stare unabashedly. 

Lucy was pretty sure she was obvious about it but he didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care, only quirking his brow at her silence with amusement in his green eyes.

“How’s ya head feelin’?”  He asked, making a vague gesture to her forehead. “There’s a ice pack ‘n a glass a water on the table next to ya, if ya need ‘em.”

She nodded slowly, eyes darting to the low coffee table in front of her. The glass had a ring of water around it, racing across the tabletop and the little ice cubes in it were almost gone. How long was she out for?

She gratefully took it, chugging back its contents just realizing how dry her throat is and welcoming the distraction from the man who’s this close to frying her brain. 

It’s cool helped clear her head. Satisfied, she returned it to its place with a soft clink and took in her surroundings. Though the curtains were drawn to a near close she she could still easily make out the junk hoarded in the very well lived living room, knick knacks of all sorts overflowed from shelves and piled high in the corners. She was pretty sure the pile of teddy bears to her left was hiding a chair but she could be wrong.

At least the bookshelves actually had books, messily stuffed back in their places and extra papers about god knows what sticking out from between them. Though they housed memorabilia too, a tiny red dragon statue bared its teeth at her in a grin from underneath yellowed paper.

“You have, a lot of stuff.” Lucy mused, eyeing him curiously as he stepped around the couch, pushing aside the empty glass (and…a blue lucky cat statue?) to settle on the coffee table, ignoring how it shook dangerously under his weight.

He held out the ice pack to her with a shrug. “I like stuff.” He said simply. “Stuff fills space.” Well he wasn’t wrong.

“Yer friend’s outside by the way. Seemed fine since she raided the fridge ‘n stole my last beer.” He chuckled, “Almost broke my hand for it.” 

That accent was weird, she wasn’t imagining it earlier. What was it, scottish? irish? Not something she’d really expect to hear this far south. But it wasn’t perfect either, there was some underlying hitch, a drag at some of his words that reminded her of Gajeel’s heavy jamaican accent.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Beer is her go to when things go wrong.” She grumbled, clutching the ice pack tightly to her head. "She’s not so violent once you get to know her.”

“Take ya’ word for it then.” A grin pulled at his lips before he reached back in a stretch,shirt flopping off behind him and cracking his shoulders with a satisfied grunt. He caught her gaze and his grin pulled wider, holding her stare with ease, his hands coming to rest atop his head.

Did, did he know? Did he know?

Of course he knew, she was obvious, Cana must’ve said something suggestive and there was no other reason for him to pull of a pose like he was a vogue model apart from that.

She takes her thirst back, he’s an ass for teasing. Stupid, sexy wrangler.

He doubles over suddenly, breaking their stare when his eyes squeezed shut in pain, hands flying to his side. 

“Are you alright?” Lucy exclaims, hands hovering out to help.

He quickly waves off her concern, other hand still gripping his injured side. He gingerly rose, shuffling off to the side and coming back seconds later, plopping on the table once again despite its angered shakes and nursing a small jar in his hand.

“Gotta redress this stupid thing.” He mumbled to himself, pulling off the lid with a soft ‘pop’. “You don’t mind if I…?”

“Oh not at all. It’s no problem.” Already her nose started to wrinkle from the pungent odour wafting from the little container. It grew stronger as he scooped out a handful and spread it over the bruise. The black ointment was thick like paste yet he seemed unperturbed by its gross smell, no doubt used to it given the multitude of scars that criss-crossed his upper body.

“Did a real number on me, damn horse.” He cursed when his hand roamed over a particularly tender spot, wiping off the rest of the ointment on his pants. The black streaks running up its side didn’t really look out of place.

“Ain’t the first somethin’ like this happened an’ probably won’t be the last. We didn’t need ‘nother horse, ‘specially that one but the boss never listens. An’ now the demon’s runnin’ wild. He’ll want me to fix that too.”

Hmm.. inability to listen and won’t take responsibility for his mistakes? Lucy suspected right, her father hadn’t changed one bit.

“Sounds like you and your boss have disagreements a lot.” She said, clearly amused.

“He’s an ass.” He growled out, tapping his finger irritably on the table. “ Half my scars are ‘cause of stuff he tried an’ didn’t work out.” He pointed to the jagged scar marring his cheek.

“Foal got stuck in a barb wire fence he installed.” He explained. “Jumped in before it got worse. An’ this one?” He pointed to another, an X shaped scar on his right hip. “He tried raising reindeer thinkin’ they were like horses. Almost mauled me to death.”

“And that one?” Lucy gestured to the broad slice that nearly wrapped around his neck, slightly faded with age. His look of annoyance faltered, something like guilt flashing past in his eyes.

His hand lowered slightly. “That one’s on me. Did somethin’ stupid as a kid.”

“Oh…” An uncomfortable silence stretched on between them. Suddenly he jumped up from his perch on the table and flopped back on the couch next to her, sinking deep into the cushions with a heavy sigh, arms stretched back behind the couch.

“Main point is he’s an ass an’ i’m sorry ya gotta interview him.”

“What?” “Yer a reporter right? That’s why yer here right?”

“Oh, right. That.” Between almost getting murdered by a horse and this encounter she had practically forgotten about why she was really here. Lucy deflated slightly, unaware of the concern on her new friend’s face as he watched her curiously.

“Oi.” He began softly, nudging her shoulder slightly. “I make him sound bad, but he isn’t all that. He can be kinda decent sometimes.” She could hear the doubt lacing his words but was grateful for how he tried even when they both knew better.

“Thanks but, he’s horrible and I gotta face him sooner or later-”

The door banged open bouncing off the wall at the force, shocking both of them but he took it a step further, jumping to his feet and his face was quickly changed, concern fading behind a serious mask. Seems like someone was always on edge.

Cana stepped into the room and past the wrangler to stand before Lucy, her expression grim and forehead bearing only a light red bruise. “Dad’s coming. You gotta bounce. Now.”

“What.” “What?!” When she said sooner she didn’t mean this soon.

As if on cue, the heavy crunch of gravel sounded outside. With two steps he was by the window, peering out the curtains. “That’s the boss’s truck aaaaann’, that’s the boss.” He finished when they heard a car door slam.

His head whipped around to fix them with a confused stare, eyebrows scrunched up together as though something just dawned on him. “Wait, did ya say dad?! I thought ya was just a reporter!”

“Well i’m both!” Lucy blurted out, tossing the ice pack gone warm long ago to the side and flying to her feet, eyes instantly scouring the room for escape routes. She caught sight of her reflection in the glass case behind her. The knot on her forehead was comically red, the skin beneath it a sickly grey.“ And neither wants to see him right now! Do you have somewhere I can hide?!”

The confusion was still strong on his face, still processing the situation. Cana snapped her fingers, bringing him back. “Well?” She asked, almost harsh. “Do you?!”

“Y-yeah, the stables not too far from ‘ere. He never sets foot in there.”

“Good. You two start running. I’ll keep the other one busy to buy some time.” And she ducked out the way she came, prepared to sacrifice herself for the greater good.

“Sure she can handle him?” He leapt over the couch in a single go, landing beside Lucy who’d already thrown open the back door. “She’s tough.” Lucy replied jokingly, gesturing to her swollen forehead. “I should know.”

He barked out a laugh, pushing her ahead of him. “Don’t let me start feelin’ sorry for the boss now.” “Would you really?” “No.”

Lucy heard Cana’s faint sound of feigned surprise behind them and her father’s clipped tone, obviously angry that Lucy gave him the slip again. The door clicked shut behind them and they started to sprint, neither going fast due to injuries  but fast enough.

“So i’m Natsu, should I at least know your name? Or are ya gonna stay just ‘both reporter and daughter of the boss’?” He beamed, eyes squinted slightly.

“It’s Lucy.” “Lucy huh? An’ how long are ya gonna run around the place?” 

“Why the interest?” Lucy panted, grateful to see the rise of a building nearing them. His grin seemed almost savage, as did his eyes, slowing his gait to almost a stop. Confused, Lucy slowed as well.

“Why? Giving the boss hell sounds like fun. That’s why.” And he barked out another laugh, hearty and strong that had him clutching his side.

Hot and wanted to screw with her dad? Oh yeah, lucy was right to take a liking to him.

I might’ve snuck in an old headcanon of mine where natsu’s irish-jamaican and if anyone thinks those two can’t work then you can fight me.

[cheetahsprints]

The Coolest Uncles Alive

Summary: In which one twin wanted to grow up to be a zookeeper and the other nearly got eaten by a large feline. Harry and Cisco didn’t have high hopes for their futures. Words: 1756 A/N: Forgive me for changing the canon. But this is fanfiction? And the show itself doesn't exactly follow the comics to a tee.

Cisco spread his arms. “Behold! Welcome to the Zoo. Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my!”

Harry huffed in amusement beside him. Cisco lifted one of the twins from his shoulders to the ground. Avery immediately attached to Cisco’s leg. Harry crossed his arms in disapproval. Beside him, Joseph giggled at his facial expression. They were watching the mischievous pair so WestAllen could have a second honeymoon. At the end of the day, Cisco and Harry would probably need a second honeymoon. Cisco was glad neither of them could accidentally get pregnant, not that they wouldn’t be excessively careful.

“Avery Francis West-Allen,” Harry said, cool as a cucumber, “let of your godfather’s leg.”

Avery whined. Joey ignored the scene and started punching the air. He almost punched someone passing by, so Harry held him still.

“Avery. Remember you're a big boy now,” Cisco admonished.

He whined again but detached. He restlessly jumped around, his tutu bouncing. The West-Allens hadn't known what the gender of their other baby would be, so Harry gifted them some of Jesse’s old clothes. Avery was also wearing a “Daddy’s little princess” shirt. They couldn't figure out how Avery found them. No one was going to police a four-year-old child on what to wear, though. Or anyone for that matter, who needed enforced gender roles? The shirt wasn’t surprising, since Avery aggressively idolized regal female characters, especially Moana, Shuri, Mulan, and Diana Prince. Cisco didn’t know if Avery had a single clue about ballet.

Joey had nicked Avery’s favorite T-shirt of the Ninja turtle Donatello. Joey lived to annoy his sibling.

They were almost identical at first glance. But Joey had a pointier nose and green eyes. Avery’s eyes leaned more toward brown, and his nose was set wider. The rest of his face had a stronger resemblance to Barry, though it was hard to tell past the lingering baby-fat, with a round chin and angular cheekbones.

“Can we visit elephants?” Joey asked. Except it sounded like ellie-pants.

Avery protested, “I want to see the caramels!”

“Camels,” Harry said.

“Campbell’s,” Avery tried to mimic. Harry shrugged and gave up.

“We’ll get to those both,” Cisco promised.

They passed monkeys, gorillas, elephants, bears, zebras, camels and crocodiles. When they reached the petting zoo, Joey tugged on Cisco’s shirt hem.

“Are the animals sad all locked up?”

Cisco tapped his head and thought out his answer. “Well, they're well fed, with easy access to medicine. Room to roam and places to hide. Plus they're safe from meanies who'd hurt or sell them.”

Joey blinked a few times and smiled. “That's good.”

Joey moved on to the petting zoo, Avery skipping merrily behind him. They had fun, while Harry laughed at Cisco getting chased around by a goat. He fell on his ass, and soon all the children were guffawing with delight. He dusted himself off.

“I am done with the zoo,” Cisco complained. Harry fixed his curls and pecked him on the lips.

“Yuck kissy face!” Avery shouted. Harry grabbed at him, but he quickly dodged. Joey bolted after him. Cisco and Harry trudged after them into the gift shop.

They found that Joey had already found a stuffed elephant. It was roughly the size of his body. Harry was indulgent and brought it to the counter without question. Along with wolf ears. Avery wanted two pairs of cat ears and a little zookeeper outfit. Cisco lifted it with a raised eyebrow.

“I is gonna be the best a minimal - I mean, animal keeper when I is big,” Avery lisped.

“I am,” Harry corrected gently. His mouth tilted toward a frown.

“You’re already big and a scientist,” Avery said, placing his hands on his hips. Harry didn't know why he tried.

“Are you sure you don't want to be a scientist too? Maybe a reporter? Or an astronaut?”

Avery stared at him expressionless. He stated slowly like Cisco was extra dumb, “I wanna. Be a. Zoo. Keeper.”

Cisco nodded. “Okay, okay. Nothing wrong with that.”

Harry ushered everyone out of the store. Once outside, Joey put his wolf ears on. He cupped his hands around his mouth and howled. Harry shook his head. He attempted to push the elephant off on Cisco. He held up a hand.

“You bought it, you carry it.”

Avery put on the cat ears and handed a pair to Harry. He sighed unhappily but slipped them on. Cisco snorted into his hand, and Harry flicked his ear.

They came up on the cheetahs. The pair of spotted cats watched them. Cisco loosed a breathy “hah-hah” at the information plate. The male was named Kitty Flash, the female ironically was Diana the Wonder-Cat. Joey pointed with his mouth open. “It's like Duma!”

Harry gave Cisco a look, and Cisco scratched the back of his neck. It was a fine film for kids, with his supervision. Joey may have stayed up too late and had too much sugar, who was to know. Avery had fallen asleep twenty minutes in. Cisco pushed his curls out of his face, long and wild as they were. They just fell back in place.

Avery argued, “No, no they're like Fuli from the Lion Guard!”

“That show sucks,” Joey grumped.

“Your face sucks Jojo!”

“That's enough,” Harry said firmly.

The twins were quiet but continued to glower at each other. Cisco had to intervene before they started a poking war or something. He bundled his hair and pulled it over the front of one shoulder. Harry had convinced him a while ago to let it grow out more. He was beginning to doubt the wisdom in catering to his husband’s obsession.

“The cheetah is the fastest land animal, aside from your dad. Their enlarged hearts and lungs help them,” Cisco informed them. He was just summarizing the name plate. “And they use their tails to make sharp turns.”

Their attention turned on him. They looked eager for more. Cisco floundered. He didn’t actually know a lot about cheetahs. Luckily, Harry came to his rescue.

“Cheetahs are naturally nervous and shy -”

“Like that kid Billy in our class?”

“Sure. They will introduce them to a dog as a companion at a young age. The cheetah reads their vibe to know how to behave.”

Avery touched his cat ears. “I'm a cheetah now! Can I get a puppy?”

Cisco shared a concerned look with Harry. Then he said, “That’s a question for your parents kiddo.”

“My birthday is soon,” Avery whispered excitedly.

“Our birthday. Our puppy,” Joey chimed in.

“Wazzat? I do not talk to dummies who say lion guard sucks.”

He turned away to watch the cheetahs. Joey stuck his tongue out. One of the cats had come rather close. It sat down, ears flicking. Avery waved. He pointed his finger and tried to count the spots. The wind picked up suddenly. Cisco wrestled his hair into a ponytail. He always kept the bands in his pockets. Harry palm pressed to the back of his neck. He gestured at the stand selling various sweet treats.

“Who wants ice cream?” Cisco asked.

“Mommy sayed I can't eat ice cream. Cos it came back up and daddy didn’t like wearing it,” Avery said absently, still counting the spots. “Eleven… twelve… wait what’s after twelve?” The cheetah licked its paw and swiped over its ear. Avery gave up counting and imitated the action.

“Cotton candy then. Both are right past the enclosure.”

“Race me,” Joey said. “If you win you don't gotta speak to me, if I win then you gotta.”

Cisco wasn't sure he was a fan of that wager. But at least it might mean less bickering in the car. He doubted Avery could hold out that long though.

“Get ready to lose to Josie the fastest cheetah ever!”

Joey scoffed, “That sounds like a girl name.”

“Cos it is, genius.”

Joey nodded sagely. “I see.”

They got into position. Cisco and Harry followed sedately as they ran off on their tiny legs. Joey stumbled halfway there, and Avery won. Cisco bought his cotton candy and strawberry ice cream for Joey. By the end, Joey's face was covered in smudges of ice cream.

“You were supposed to eat that, not wear it,” Harry admonished. Joey giggled and wiped some onto Harry’s nose. Cisco smirked. When the kids weren't looking, he licked it off.

Meanwhile, Avery managed to get cotton puffs in his hair. Joey had disappeared in the blink of an eye. Cisco and Harry glared at Avery questioningly, as though he vanished his brother by sheer force of will.

He said in a small voice, “Joey want to be friends with the Fulis.”

Cisco and Harry had never ran so fast in their lives. They almost forgot to grab Avery. Harry carried him parallel to the ground. He wrapped himself around Harry’s leg when they reached the enclosure. Cisco gasped and covered his mouth at the sight. Harry just face-palmed.

Cisco uttered, “Joseph Henry West-Allen. If the cats don't get him, I will.”

“I'm too old for this.”

By some unexpected willfulness, Joey had found his way into the cheetah enclosure. He was creeping toward a sleeping cat. The other one was watching him like a hawk. Its tail whipped side to side. Unlike dogs, that was not a friendly gesture.

“Shit, shit, satan damned hell,” Cisco shouted. Harry groaned in agreement, not lifting his head. Several parents and assorted guardians shot him scandalized looks. He didn't care. There was nothing else for it. He breached right in front of the cheetah preparing to pounce. He was greeted with semi-retractable claws in his shoulders. Cisco wasn’t braced for the pure force, knocking him to the ground. However, it seemed to decide he was too big of a fish to fry. It collapsed beside him and started purring. He thanked the speed force and grabbed up Joey, kicking and screaming.

Cisco swore he’d buy the twins a puppy if they kept the incident quiet. Avery managed to barter an additional kitten out of him. Avery leapt into his arms and hugged him. Joey copied him, but with Harry, who was barely able to balance him. Joey gave Harry a kiss on his chin with the “mwah” sound effect.

“Did this make you change your mind about kids?” Harry asked.

“Nope. Not at all, no.”

“Good,” Harry said. “Keeping up with you is challenge enough, sweetheart.”

Cisco threaded their fingers. Harry smiled fondly and kissed his cheek.

Joey added emphatically, “But you're the coolest uncles in the world.”

[riverdaleroundup]

Riverdale Roundup: 2x05 “ When A Stranger Calls”

Alright here I am once again, watching this damn show almost a week late. I honest to god don’t really remember what happened last time.

Oh right the Black Hood gave Betty a call and was like “ Hey girl, it’s me. Ya boy”. And he’s all like your sisters Uterus is FULL of sin so like if you don’t behave i’m going to kill that bish.” Alice comes in and assumes Betty is on the phone with her boyfriend like a normal girl instead of a mystery psycho killer and is like okay “ I pretended to like your boyfriend for like 3 minutes but honestly you should dump him. “

The writers remember that Betty and Archie are supposed to be freinds and they walk to school together and Betty is like I have tea to spill. Archie is like “you gotta go to the police” and Betty is like” nah i’m good. I’m fifteen and a grown up so like I can handle a literal murderer.”

So the Lodge family is gathered in Daddy's study and plotting about getting some other richie rich family to give them money for their SoDale(?) project and i’m like I STILL don’t know what the fuck that is.

Jughead meets up with the cast off B league teenage string of the South Side Serpents and it’s confirmed to me that Dilton confirmed did stab himself like a little attention seeking whore. I was unsure about that. So the Serpents think that the next reasonable step after the rumble at midnight with the Riverdale high school Bulldogs is to blow up a LITERAL building. That makes good sense. The slithery little snakey snakes are all like “ we aren’t the bad guys and to prove it to you we’re going to blow up the local newspaper with a pipe bomb our bros cousin made in his garage.”

Veronica starts going off about her old life with this Nicky bish back in nam where they went on crazy adventures and stayed up all night and i’m like oh last year? When you were 14?

Jughead rolls up to the South side Serpent bar and is like ‘okay i’m in put me in the gang’, and they’re like “ okay but first we’re going to haze you like you’re a pledge at Alpha Sigma Phi at Centeral Florida State University. “

The black hood is all like “Betty publish this story about your mother and her past on the south side” but like he literally sends her a newspaper clipping from back in the day. So don’t people already know about this? Why is it a big deal? Riverdale is small and gossipy as we’ve already seen so like did no one read the newspaper that day or did Alice gather them all up and burn them before anyone got their morning paper from their doorstep?  

The Sinclairs roll up and “ Nicholas” as Veronica calls him at least 11 times in the span of this 45 second scene is like “ this hotel sucks” and Veronica is like “ The five seasons is lovely.”  So this is supposed to be a play on the four seasons which are VERY fancy hotels. In what world would a town like Riverdale have anything close a four seasons or anything close to the kind of apartment that the Lodges live in? Nicholas should be complaining about having to stay at a Best Western or as this show would probably call it a Best Eastern or some bs like that, because that is far more plausible and riverdale is nothing if not completely plausible. So where do I know this Nicholas guy from?  Okay so I JUST discovered that his name is St. Clair and not Sinclar. Fucking sue me. I’m not going back to change it. that’s just too much work and I literally could not care less. He was that kid DJ in XOXO and in Staten Island summer. Oh shut the fuck up he was in 13! The musical. That’s fucking hilarious. Mirder me.

So Alice (whose bangs are once again different and I can’t handle it omg pick a style and stick to it) is all like Betty did you write this letter yourself for attention you sneaky little bish. Honestly it’s not going to shock me if the person who is calling Betty isn’t the real black hood and just someone fucking with her. How iconic would it be if it was Cheryl being like “ you threatened me in the bathroom so now i’m going to ruin your whole fucking life”. That would honestly make sense. So either Alice or Betty are getting Black Hood notes from a copy cat. OR there are two blackhoods. Who the hell knows?

Archie is in his bedroom pumping iron because you know he’s a man.

Jughead is trying to learn the serpent pledge and honestly shouldn’t it just be like “ I promise to share and be a friend” ala the girl guides. That’s so much simpler. So Jughead has to take care of hot dog and get spat on while what’s his face screams in his face and to top that all off he has to put his hand in the Rattle snake enclosure and i’m like okay i’m out. No gang for me. Toni calls Jughead Juggie and honestly i’m cringing.

Betty keeps coming for her mother and i’m like chill bish.

Veronica, Nick, and Archie are hanging out in her bedroom and it’s the strangest trio ever. Veronica turns down a line of coke because she’s too full from eating copious amounts of pasta at dinner i’m sure.

If Betty could change her ring tone I would be like SUPER grateful. Okay thanks.  She finds out she would recognize the face under the hood and i’m like no shit don’t like 11 people live in this town? The black hood is like “ I’m your only friend so cut Veronica loose” and not going to  lie that’s totally something I would do.

Jughead and Betty greet each other like they’re coming back from war in the middle of Pops dinner and they both just sit across the table from one another and feed each other lies. So healthy. So not annoying.

Nick is throwing a party and Cheryl is like fuck you all i’m coming to this thing. She’s Riverdale’s “ Resident IT girl” and she wants EVERYONE to know it.

It’s like three minutes into the party and Nick is like “ you’re friends are boring let’s all get high” and Veronica is like let’s pretend to be normal and i’m like  is it normal that 15 year olds get high in hotel suite off pixie stick esque mystery drugs?

Betty tears Veronica a new asshole and is honestly SUPER harsh but honestly pretty honest and i’m like Betty did you have to be so brutal? But whatever. Into it.

Toni rolls up to warn Jughead about joining the gang but all I could focus on was the dog in the background.

Nick is coming on to Veronica and she’s like lol we’re friends, no bro. Then he’s like “listen up bitch. If you don’t blow me i’m going to tell my daddy to tell your daddy to go fuck himself.” So like yikes.

The black hood is like defs not #Teambughead and is like okay Betty dump him. She’s like shit, and basically begs Archie to break up with Jughead for her and I would be judgy but I once made my sister quit my job for me so like bitches in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

So Alice rolls up to this gala in a very TS style fashion owning the snake label in a romper that basically goes down to her belly button. She promptly tells her good for nothing husband to shut up and continues to act as if she owns the place. I love it.

Nick is like “ omg so sorry for trying to blackmail you into sleeping with me V. I’ve been to rehab btw” and Veronica is like “ Okay we can be BFFs again. Let’s drink some ginger ale.”

Archie breaks up with Jughead for Betty in front of his whole new posey and it’s ice cold. The Serpent's proceed to beat the living shit out of Jughead and i’m like cute. Best way to gain loyalty from your new member.

Nick and Cheryl are chatting and it’s going well until he’s like “ hmmm she seems into me. Guess I’ll roofie her.” Like what the actual fuck you monster?

Josie and the Pussycats + Veronica  decide to pull out a cover of a song from Rent and i’m like i’m not mad but why? It just seems like such a random choice.  They note Nick taking a clearly fucked up Cheryl “ out for some air” and i’m like are you not in a literal tent?

They run through the halls of the 5 seasons and discover a master set of keys because all hotels just leave those hanging around. They rescue Cheryl and beat the living shit out of Nick which like good on you but that’s like super illegal and he’s so the type to lawyer up with Daddys money.

Black Hood tells Betty to go to this abandoned house to find out who he is and i’m like bitch this is SUCH a bad idea. Obviously he was never going to tell her who he is. Like what did she expect she’d put the mask on turn around and be like “ OLD MAN SMITHERS!” like this is some Scooby Doo type shit? Clearly not you silly bish.

Okay so we all gather around Cheryls bedside and Archie is ready to go FULL red circle on Nick and honestly betty is almost just sitting there like “ why am I here?”

Toni and Jughead admire his new tattoo while he ices his now fucked up face and then suddenly they're making out and i’m like okay murder me i’m not here for this.

Black Hood is like “ Betty what the fuck you’ve been telling Archie we’ve been wheeling! That’s so rude. I’m going to murder your whole family if you don’t give me the name of someone to murder” and she’s like “ Nick the would be rapist” and black hood is like “ yas good one. We are totes twins.”

Boom. Episode over. There’s a new episode in like two days so like a bitch will be back.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Alpha’s pup; Owen Grady x child reader

This was my first random x child reader of Owen Grady that came to me after reading so much son fics but saw little to no daughter fics at the time. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope this fills u all with fluffiness :) Some swearing but still child fluffiness included.

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Through the thick jungle and vegetation a small pig walked through the thick leaves seemingly happy sniffing around for any food, completely unaware of what was awaiting him. Soon a blue raptor jumped out and began to chase after the pig snapping and roaring. Soon 2 more came out ambushing it leading it to the right before one more came out from the thick leaves and soon all four of them were chasing after this pig.

Once they reached an opening free from thick leaves and shrubs, a voice cried out.

"HOLD!!" Making the raptors stop and the pig safely ran into a safe door as it closed. The raptors panted and growled frustrated that they didn't catch their lunch when the voice cried out again.

"HEY!!" The raptor's all looked up at the catwalk above them to see their Alpha calling out his orders. "Okay, eyes on me!" While three of the raptors kept their eyes on their Alpha the blue one didn't seem to look for long. "Blue!" He pressed down on his clicker and just before he could call out her name, a younger female voice cried out.

"Blue!" The raptor known as Blue looked up at see her Alpha's daughter (y/n) standing right by her father's side. "Listen to daddy!" Blue then softly rumbled but looked at her Alpha and obeyed. Owen looked down at his daughter surprised but then went back into Alpha mode as he then cried out.

"Charlie, hey! Don't give me that shit! Delta, lock it up!" Once all the raptors were calm he praised them as he pressed down on his clicker, "good! And, we're moving!" As Papa and I walked towards the bucket that held frozen rats, the raptors followed us with their eyes locked on us, while every now and then snapping at each other and hissing. 

Once we reached the bucket papa then called out again. 

"Whoa!" The raptor's then calmed down as soon as they were all situated then praised, "that is good! That is damn good!" He pressed on his clicker as he went to grab a rat. "Very good, see Charlie! That's what you get!" He tossed the rat to the light green raptor Charlie who caught it in her mouth and ate it. "Echo, here you go! Delta!" He tossed two more rats to the brown raptor Echo and the darker green raptor Delta who both jumped up for their rats.

It was then Papa turned to me and picked me up and I got out the last rat for our favorite girl. 

"Blue!" Papa called out to get her attention as she looked up at me to see me holding her treat for her. "This one is for you!" I called out before tossing it and Blue caught it and began munching on her treat. Daddy placed me back down on the catwalk then called out to the girls. "Hold! Eyes up!" The raptor's waited then softly raised their heads still eyeing their Alpha before he gave their command to leave. "Go!" At that command, the raptors left roaring and hissing. Soon some of the workers began clapping at the successful training for the day, it was then Uncle Barry, my daddy's assistant and best friend came up to him and the two of them hugged each other as Barry congratulated him.

"You finally did it!" Owen smiled then turned towards me and said.

"However you young lady, are in trouble".

"What did I do?" I asked. Daddy smirked mischievously then ran towards me and picked me up before I could have a chance of escape and held me close to his chest playfully growling and tickling me. I shrieked and giggled begging daddy to stop as he teased me.

"You think you can overstep your rank over the Alpha just because you're my daughter? Think again baby girl, now taste your punishment!" I continued to laugh as his scruffy beard also tickled my face as he also blew raspberries into my cheek. Soon he finally stopped and said to me, "you know you could've ruined a good training session".

"Daddy, it was already a disaster in the making, Blue is so rebellious you're lucky she listens to me".

"Oh is that how you wanna play it young lady?" He then threw me over his shoulders making me yelp and bang on his strong back to put me down. He swung side to side while I was still on his shoulder as I soon saw the girls coming back out and seeing me like this was embarrassing.

"Daddy stop please! This is embarrassing!"

"You girls seeing this! Get a load of your sister now! This is what happens to girls who don't behave!" The girls soon bounced their heads up and down making sounds that almost sounded like laughter while the workers also softly chuckled at our antics.

I grumbled then pouted refusing to struggling letting my dad know that I was upset.He stopped and set me down knowing then I turned away from him crossing my arms over my chest "hmpfing" at him.

"Oh come on (y/n), you know it was all in good fun". He knelt down beside me trying to get me to look at him but again I turned away hmpfing again. "Come on baby girl, don't be like that. You know I'm crazy about you sweetheart," I turned away from him again as he tried to turn on the sweet talk. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry sweetie, and as soon as we get home I'll make you your favorite ice cream, (f/f/i/c)".This peaked my interest.

"With chocolate syrup?" I wagered.

"With whipped cream and sprinkles on top".

"Okay you're forgiven".

"Hey, that's my girl". We hugged each other tightly.

"Owen!" A familiar voice cried out. We separated from each other as "Bad Man" Hoskins came walking up to us.

"Sweetie, why don't you go with Barry to check on the girls while I deal with this clown". It was more of an order than a statement. I had known what Hoskins wanted from my daddy's raptors and he and I don't like it.

Not. One. Bit.

But since I'm only 7 years old I can't really talk big like my daddy so he deals with it and has me go with Uncle Barry to watch and observe the girls from another part of the enclosure. While uncle Barry and I soon left my daddy and Hoskins to talk, I knew daddy would be mad for awhile and want to stay longer and be alone for a bit, sometimes I worry about him, I mean he's my daddy, he's the only family I got.

Soon Barry left to back up my father so he told me to wait around this one spot of the catwalk where I was close enough to see the girls but still high up to be safe incase they go rouge.It was then chaos erupted.

The pig had somehow gotten out of it's confinement and one of the dumb new-trainers cried out.

"PIG'S LOOSE! PIG'S LOOSE! PIG'S LOOSE!!" he took the lasso leash to grab the pig but Echo suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed the pig and pulled with so much force it dragged not only the worker down, but me down as well since he hadn't looked to see me standing there.We both fell into the enclosure but as soon as I landed and hit my head on the ground I passed out not moving as blackness took over my vision.

*3rd Person POV*

As Owen saw this horrible sight of his daughter falling into the enclosure thanks to the idiot intern's carelessness and the fear of his raptors spotting a chance of two easy meals, Owen quickly acted and ran up to the gate to first try and get to his daughter since she wasn't moving at all and would be an easy target. He panicked as he ran up to his daughter to try and protect her.

But what was shocking to everyone was that Blue, Delta and Charlie didn't approach with predator instincts toward (y/n), but slow, cautious footsteps.

Blue was the first to finally arrive at (y/n)'s unconscious form. She softly sniffed her and gently nudged her head only to find it not moving. She nuzzled her hand again no response, when Delta tried to come over, Blue hissed at her defensively almost like she knew her young Alpha pup was wounded and didn't want anyone to hurt her anymore than she already was.

It was then Owen appeared in front of them and ordered them to get back, but the girls all hissed at him defensively as Charlie and Delta picked up on their Beta's order to protect the Alpha's pup, even from the Alpha himself.

"Blue, stand down. Stand down!" Blue snapped her jaws defensively. "Hey! HEY! What did I just say!?" As she hissed Delta began to circle around, hoping to try and pick up the unconscious (y/n) and get her somewhere safe. "Delta! I see you! Back up!" Delta hissed as he tried to keep as much distance between them and his daughter as possible. 

He refused to allow them any closer to his daughter.

"Now, I know you all are probably thinking the same thing, but I'm ordering you all right now. Don't. Come near. My daughter! Is that understood!" Blue, Charlie and Delta hissed but obeyed as they slowly back up but still kept their eye on the Alpha pup.

When Owen was satisfied that they understood the circumstances, he immediately knelt down by his daughter and gently touched her back whispering.

"(Y/n), (y/n). Can you hear me baby girl? Speak to me please! Please show daddy you're still here". Owen began to think the worst possible outcome. For 15 unbearably long minutes there was no movement from (y/n) until she began to stir. Owen gasped softly and the raptors soon took notice of movement from her.

*1st POV*

When I awoke, all I felt was the most agonizing pain from my shoulder. I couldn't speak nor could I move so I did the best thing I could do was cry out in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here, I'm here daddy's here now". Hearing my father's voice made me feel slightly happy but the pain was still agonizing. I then heard daddy command out. "Blue! Don't you dare! Back up!" I was afraid that Blue and the others were probably just waiting to eat me since I appear so weak and helpless in their pin. "Don't cry sweetheart, I'm here now, daddy's gonna get you help okay? Let's get you out of here". I slowly felt him pick me up and hold me carefully in his arms as I faintly looked to see Blue, Charlie, Delta and Echo all looking at me with what seemed like worried expressions.

The next thing I knew, I blacked out again.

When I woke up again I saw nothing but white, and the sound of beeping from a machine. I took notice that I was now in a bed so I must be in the emergency room, to my left was my papa sitting on a chair leaned up against my bed sound asleep.

"Daddy?" I softly whispered to him. Seeming to hear my voice he awoke from his sleep and when he saw him he let out a sob of relief as he leaned his head against my hand which was held in his giant hands.

"Oh thank god (y/n) you're awake". He kissed my hand then asked me, "how are you feeling baby girl?"

"It—it hurts". My father looked at me with pity eyes of sadness and said.

"I'm sorry baby. The doctor said you busted your head and shattered your left shoulder pretty badly. Oh honey I am so sorry, this is all my fault if I hadn't sent you with Barry none of this would've happened".

"It's not your fault daddy. I don't blame you, I love you daddy".

"And I love you (y/n), so, so much". He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead lovingly. "Hey, get this,"

"What?"

"Just before I could reach you, Blue, Charlie and Delta didn't take advantage of your unconscious state".

"They didn't?"

"Mm-mmm" he shook his head no. "Blue actually sensed that you were in pain and forbade any of her sisters from coming near you, soon they all started protecting you as I tried to make them back up".

"Really?"

"Yep".

"But I was easy pickings for them, why did they try to defend me?"

"Because I'm their Alpha, and you're my daughter. That makes you the Alpha's pup. And seeing you hurt triggered them to become defensive and protective to anyone that they think would do you more harm, even me". I never knew that the girls would actually want to protect me when I could've easily been a meal to them.

I'm so proud of my girls.

I yawned softly then daddy said.

"It's late munchkin, you should get some sleep, you've had a hard day". He stroked my cheek as I asked him,

"Daddy, will you stay with me tonight?" He smiled warmly then got himself comfortable in my hospital bed and held me like a cracked porcelain doll with my head resting on his chest above his heart with his arms wrapped around me in a protective yet gentle hug.

"Don't you worry baby girl, I'm not going anywhere". He kissed my hair then began softly humming a lullaby to help me get to sleep. Soon I closed my eyes and fell into a relaxed, calming sleep.

*Extended ending*

I was let out of the hospital 2 days later with a sling and my head wrapped up in bandages and even though daddy still allows me to go and help with the girls, I was forbidden to ever go up on the catwalk again because the doctor said should it ever happen again I may not be so lucky next time. So I always watch the girls from the cage watching them run around and train, once they pleased my father they even came up to me chirping happily that I had come back.

"It seems the girls missed you". Daddy said as he came up behind me as the girls all paced around the other side of the cage and even trying to come through so they could nuzzle on me.

"I missed them too". Blue especially came up and lowered her head downward towards me softly purring and sniffing my scent. I slowly raised my hand outward and Blue immediately placed her nose against my palm purring lovingly. Soon Delta, Charlie and Echo wanted to be stroked and accepted by their Alpha pup that's when dad ordered them to head on out and soon they left the cage doors and took off running back into the thick jungle of their enclosure. Daddy picked me up carefully in his arms and I hugged him with my good arm and kissed his scruffy cheek and said.

"I love you Alpha daddy".

"And I love you, my little Alpha pup".