#I'm so weak for dog owner AUs

[ninsletamain]

OH MY GOD??!?! I'M IN LOOOOVE!!!! Thank you so much for this! You're spoiling me with the added snippet too. I'm so giddy rn. This is such a wonderful gif ;u;

my gift to @ninsletamain for the RebelCaptain Secret Santa, hosted by @therebelcaptainnetwork ! a modern AU scene with Jyn and her Bernese mountain dog, Mac, and chef Cassian with his German shepherd, Bee 💜

I'm honored to have been your Santa, I love your art! please check out her wonderful Luthen animation and her other amazing art 💜!

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I picture this taking place in New York, based on an AO3 tag I came across: "Coruscant is New York" xD. I hc it's this cheesy but also dark Hallmark-esque story:

Jyn is from the suburbs and has a storied, criminal past. She goes to the city to search for her missing father and a roommate, while Cassian is an immigrant who has lived there for years, struggling to make ends meet. He still works as an undercover spy and moonlights as a chef at a restaurant. By chance, he finds Jyn's ad where she's looking for a roommate and answers.

things get complicated when Cassian receives his mission from Draven. I hc the title as The Hit List.

happy holidays! a big thank you to Nins, it was so much fun working on this for you!

[frogchiro]

Been thinking of a resident evil version of your cod hybrid au on the farm 😳

Being the house cat of the little farm cottage— you’re a shy little thing, maybe adopted or bought instead of a stray, so you’re a little soft and weak. Maybe a Scottish fold type? But you’re not a barn cat, you just come and go through the open window of the cottage.

Leon and Krauser being the guard/herding dogs of the farm, always trying to keep you out of trouble and out of danger when you’re out. They’re allowed in the house too— so they have a unique privilege to you.

Luis as the stray cat or fox trying to court you from your bed on the bay windowsill. He keeps getting chased off by Krauser and Leon but he can’t help but keep coming back to visit his pretty kitty in the window!! He wants you under the house porch, having his kittens!!! It takes him a while to coax you down from your windowsill, gently nudging the window open for yourself, but when you do he’s nuzzling and scenting and kissing you like it’s no one’s business. He’s not gonna rut against you like a wild dog, he wants to earn it— you with your face in the grass and ass in the air presenting for him 💖

Heisenberg being a wolf in the nearby woods, always chasing you and scaring you half to death, telling you he’s gonna eat you. He’s much faster than you— but he lets you run, he likes seeing you scared. Really he just wants to mount you and fill you with his puppies. And maybe it’s an open secret— but he marks his territory at the farm so that cougar!Alcina won’t try to get closer from her den in the nearby mountains. She’ll actually tear you apart with her claws and eat you. Krauser and Leon don’t know that, so to them he’s public enemy #1.

Krauser is a big, scarred up German Shepard or mastiff retired from being a military dog, sent to a nice farm to relax while still having a sense of purpose. Between him and Leon, he’s in charge, so he gets first rights to pinning you under him and making you take his knot.

Leon is a little more playful and affectionate— but still snarls and barks, pushing himself between you and whatever he sees as a threat.

You being so soft and domestic, as well as your owners love and attachment to you, makes you Leon and Krauser’s top priority in keeping the farm safe and keeping predators out. You’re their little mission objective.

Being a house kitty— you have a bell collar, so you can’t go around silently. Everyone who hears that pretty jingle knows that a precious little kitty is around! And all the other hybrids are trained onto that sound like you wouldn’t believe.

Yes to everything. Nonnie I've been chewing on concrete and bouncing off of walls ever since you send me that ask I swear to God I'm so NORMAL about this-

You're a sweet and spoiled thing, adopted by the nice older lady and basically got allowed to become the princess of the household, all completed by the cute pink bows in your hair and the delicate pretty collars you're wearing.

You can come and go from the cottage as you please, the thing is you don't really want to. The farm grounds are okay; there is always the huge guard dog hybrids, Jack and Leon, who guard the grounds and of course always have an eye out for their pretty Kitty too, it's the outside world that's scary :(

There are just so many dangers! For example the sleazy but charming and charismatic fox, Luis. You've met him by accident when you were out to gather some flowers and he scared you bad when he suddenly seemed to appear behind you, his bushy tail flicking with delight at your scared expression :(

He was nice and all, very much a flirt but you didn't really mind. Luis was much different from the gruff, grumpy Jack and the excitable Leon; he was smooth like silk, especially his voice when it dipped as he purred to you when he got closer, his sharp fangs just about to nip your fuzzy cat ear when there was a sudden loud commotion and he got chased away by a furious, barking Jack who came barreling at Luis, Leon following right after him.

Then there is of course the huge wolf hybrid, Heisenberg. He's a mean old wolf who always loves to scare you half to death :(( Chases you the moment he spots you, his huge sharp teeth gnashing in his maw as you sprint back onto the farm grounds, yowling your pretty head off as he just lets out a loud bellowing laugh, cat calling you and teasing you that he will just eat you alive :((

He's awful! And the worst thing is that you both know he's much faster and stronger than you which he effortlessly proved when he chased you down once and actually caught you, pushing his hard leaky cock to your wet cunt and growling low in his throat that he'll mount and pup you, then drag you back into the forest to his den :( Luckily Jack chased him off right on time but the whole ordeal left you exhausted and embarrasingly wet; afterwards Krauser had to eat you out with a snarl, mumbling about having wolf smell on you so you had to be scented.

Last but not least there is also the huge but elusive cougar hybrid, Alcina. She's elusive and you only saw her once or twice at sundown when the sun was low already but she was no less intimidating, her huge fangs and glowing golden eyes glinting in the setting light. The sight made the fur on your back and tail stand, she was so intimidating!

You even started to call her 'Lady Alcina' since she had this elegant but dangerous air around her, making you both scared and curious about the huge wild cat hybrid.

But despite everything, at the end of the day you got to curl up inside the warm cottage, the fire roaring in the fireplace as you laid all comfy in the nest in the corner of the room, Leon cuddled up right behind you as he diligently preened and scented you while Jack laid on his side and observed his mates take care of each other <3

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - Guard Dog AU

(masterpost)

exactly what it says on the tin! as you may know I've not written in months so I'm super super happy that I enjoyed this and got it done!!

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation + dehumanising language

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The guard dog had been taken in. Everyone at the shelter was shocked, but none more shocked than the pet himself. Even better than that, he had been named. He was Col now, or sometimes Colton. He had figured that Col was the nicer, more affectionate version, but his new Master used it all the time, so perhaps he’d misinterpreted. Humans named all sorts of possessions, from plants to cars to, it seemed, guard dogs. Col happily accepted the gift.

The second he laid eyes on his owner, Col felt every ounce of loyalty he possessed being placed squarely at this man’s feet. He would be a worthwhile purchase, and protect his Master no matter what.

Master had come as a bit of a surprise at first, when Col was taken from the dog shelter to his home. He didn't look like the kind of person to make much use of a guard dog. Col stayed up all night, watching for threats, but Master's entire road was as peaceful as the man himself. The worst he'd ever seen was a few teenagers letting off fireworks.

Everything was just... a bit strange, with this new Master. He didn't have any heavy weights, no punching bag, nothing to keep Col strong. He never doled out punishments, never made sure Col knew where his devotion was placed. Col knew anyway, he was a good boy after all, but he thought all Masters needed to enforce it. His old owner had talked a lot of weak minds and needing to keep the lesson fresh. Clearly Colton's new Master had quite a bit more trust in him.

Which was weird, considering Col was a stray. But it made him all the more determined to prove himself.

Col made sure to keep busy during his otherwise unnaturally quiet new life: he lifted plastic bottles of milk for hours until his arms finally gave out; he filled a suitcase with books and squatted with it; he recited his rules at night, fighting off sleep, fighting off complacency. He spent the daylight hours pacing the house unless Master told him to calm down, which he soon realised was an order to come and kneel by his side.

The day Col fucked everything up was a day the same as any other to begin with. Master had gone shopping without him, like Col was useless, and that always made him frenetic with anxiety. He had begged, knelt with his head to the floor, to accompany him, to do his job and keep his owner safe, but Master had refused. I'll be fine, Col, he'd said softly, and then as a follow up, you can guard the house, right?

Col had done step-ups at the bottom of the staircase to try and work through his wasted energy, and when that hadn't worked, he'd stared out of the kitchen window like a hawk, every wail of an ambulance siren or police van sending his mind spiralling downwards. By the time Master returned unharmed he was a nervous wreck (utterly unfit for a guard dog, no wonder he wasn't allowed out) and he'd thrown himself at his owner's feet in relief. He knew what a wonderful rush of power his old owner had got from such an imposing pet cowering below him, and Col hoped Master might want to take him out next time, keep that feeling of power going.

In the present, Col was dutifully following Master's order to do some yoga.

The cat, Jaffa, was doing her own set of stretches alongside him, something that pleased Master greatly.

The sound of the front door unlocking pulled him from his meditation. Someone was trying to get in, Col realised, with a burst of aggression.

He sprang up like a startled animal and ran into the hall, but he still wasn't fast enough: the stranger was inside. Col noted a lean, strong build, with no obvious weapon, and tried to plan accordingly in the split second before he collided into him. He grabbed the human roughly by the shoulders and slammed him against the back of the door, letting his head crack against it with the momentum. Not enough to do any real damage, just to make him see stars. He wasted no time in pressing one forearm against his neck, letting it sit snugly against the windpipe, tight with pent up force. There was no mistaking that if he needed to press harder, he would. His other hand stayed gripping the man's shoulder, holding him in place.

'Who are you," he growled.

"Whoa! F-fuck, Linden! Get off me you crazy bastard!" the man shouted, but there was a smile on his face, which only made Col angrier.

Before he could bark his question again or tell the man to shut up, his Master appeared, running over to them. Col bent his head just enough to see both him and the intruder- he had been trained that dealing with a threat was not an excuse to ignore his owner.

The intruder gasped in what sounded like a sigh of relief, or a strained laugh. Col was still pushing on his throat.

"Mate, get off me," he said, and it was infuriating that he didn't seem at all bothered by Col's presence. Col had the upper hand, didn't he? Was there something he didn't know? Maybe this man did have a weapon concealed somewhere?

"I take orders from my Master only," Col replied, and hoped he would get one.

"Let him go, Col," Master said, "and come over here, please."

He obeyed instantly and moved to stand behind his Master's left shoulder, arms folded, glaring at the stranger. Hoping he knew that it would only take one wrong move for Col to knock his lights out.

He expected Master to tell the man to get the fuck out of his house; Colton was more than a little confused when the stranger instead threw one arm out for a hug, and Master leaned in happily.

"Hey Vik."

"Hey. Nice bodyguard you've got there."

"I'm sorry about that. Col," he turned to face his dog, "this is Vik. My brother."

His brother?

Oh, fuck.

All the blood drained from his face and he actually flinched back, his arms unfolding and instead resting hesitantly by his side. Now wasn’t the time for him to look dangerous.

He looked between the two men. Their physical similarities were suddenly glaringly obvious.

Col had fucked up. He'd fucked up and he didn't know how to make it better. He'd just tried to choke Master's brother for god’s sake, and Col was strong, sure, but he still howled when the belt was used on him, or when his owner had held his lighter to Col's arm, or when his back was slashed open and his owner kicked him between the shoulder blades. He was going to have to pay dearly for this.

"-hear me? Col? Hey, hello?"

Col blinked. His mind had wandered- a bad habit he never shook off despite hours of training. Master and his brother were stood together, eyeing him.

He pulled himself together enough to curl his hands against his heart and bow in submission.

"I'm so sorry for my mistake, Sir, it was unforgiveable, and I'm sorry," he said, forcing the words out mechanically. He didn't sound remorseful in the slightest, and he'd said he was sorry twice, it sounded stupid. His panic was starting to seep through. "I didn't know, b-but that's no excuse, and, and I'll take any punishment you see fit."

The sentence was familiar, and Col managed to dig deep for some composure. He'd be a big brave dog for this. Guard dogs didn't feel fear- they didn't feel anything. Col didn't feel anything. He straightened up, but kept his head bowed, and listened to his heart pounding in his ears. He waited to see if Vik was the type to show mercy.

Master spoke first. "No, it's okay. Just a misunderstanding, right? Vik has a key, so that's how he just appeared-"

"Hey, stop giving me evils."

"-and you were just doing what you thought was right, Col."

Col looked up slowly. Master seemed to be waiting for a response.

"What I did was unforgiveable," he tried, the panic smothering his thoughts. He had to get this right and he just didn't know how- except through pain. "I promise I'll take my punishment well, Sir, very well."

He saw Vik's eyes widen as he tried to catch Master's gaze, but it stayed fixed on Col.

"Well... you could apologise to Vik, I suppose, for- for-" Master's words were eaten up in an outburst of laughter. Col's fear took a sharp, and weird, left turn. What the fuck? "I’m sorry, I just can't believe you almost bollocked my older brother, that’s fucking hilarious!”

"Stop laughing!" Vik snapped, giving Master a mild shove that made Col bristle. "Or go do it while making me a cup of tea."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, haha, I'll leave you two alone for two seconds, I'm gonna-"

Master put a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter, and breezed past Col towards the kitchen, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he went. Master figured this was all a big joke, then.

Left alone with Vik. That would be Master's strategy, and Col figured it was more than fair. Vik had been the offended party.

He was about to lower himself to his knees, but Vik reached out a hand, stopping Col. He tensed just a fraction, no more than that: he wasn't allowed to mitigate pain.

"Fair play, mate, you were very quick. Good form, too. Got the jump on me like that." Vik snapped his fingers, making Col stiffen even more. "But we can be cool now, yeah? Now you know my face. You'll probably see me a lot, I come round all the time. So let's put this behind us and shake on it like two gents."

Col realised why Vik's hand was held out.

He thought about protesting for half a second- his old owner had always reminded him how dirty he was- but the last thing he wanted to do was look like he was buying time.

Vik would probably grab his hand and pull him down, try to throw him to the floor. Col didn't think he had the strength, so he prepared to fake it.

The handshake was the most human thing Col had ever done. Vik did pull, but towards him, and not in the rough way Col had expected. He'd forced himself to go so limp that he almost stumbled into him- he caught himself at the last moment and stood still, grazing Vik's shoulder.

"My brother's a really good man," he said, and Col was sure he knew the threat that would follow it up. So if you make one wrong move, I'll break you.

But instead, Vik's voice stayed low, and calm, with no hardness that Col could discern. There was even a smile on his face. "You're gonna be fine here."

. . .

"You're gonna be fine here," he said, doing his best to use his inside voice because he couldn't let Linden hear him being nice about him for once.

And also because the big guy still holding his hand seemed shit-scared already.

Vik had a damn good view being so near to him: Colton's face was absolutely littered with scars. That was meant to be a bad sign when it came to guard dogs- meant they were volatile or picked fights constantly. Vik wasn't so sure. He'd backed off the minute Linden intervened, and Linden had already told Vik that Colton was clearly terrified of him, even though he tried to hide it. Standing with him now, Vik reckoned he wasn't hiding it very well at all. He could feel Colton's heartbeat thrumming from his wrist like a drum.

He briefly imagined a scene in the far future, when Linden's gamble had worked out and this man was alright again, where the three of them were hanging out together, where they were all close friends. Vik would tease him for the time they first met, when Col had tried to chuck him straight back out onto the street. Linden would probably make some joke that he should’ve gone through with it. They’d all laugh – Col would be laughing hardest of all.   

Right now, Vik felt like laughing wasn't a physical possibility for Colton.

"Please punish me as you see fit, sir," Col replied, just as quietly.

"Ahh, well," Vik said brightly, giving Col a pat on the shoulder - making him flinch - and drawing back to a normal distance. His voice raised with it, giving his brother a hint that all was okay. "You weren't to know. No harm done."

Except for the back of my head which hurts like fuck, but whatever, I don't want this guy to start grovelling.

Col looked at him, his frown loosening a little bit. “Really, sir? You’d give me mercy?”

Ew. “Er, yeah, man. We’re cool.”

Linden’s voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sharp rings of a teaspoon being tapped against the rim of a mug, shaking off the final drops. “Tea’s ready!”

Col looked at Vik, waiting for something- instruction, probably. Vik gestured forward. “After you, mate.”

. . .

The rest of Vik’s visit passed without incident. The two brothers settled on the sofa so fluidly that Col got the impression they both sat in the exact same place every time. He felt overwhelmed with shame and apprehension as his mistake replayed in his mind. Running at Vik and pinning him to the wall, snapping at him, intending to hurt him. His Master must feel so embarrassed to have such a poorly-behaved pet.

Col knelt behind his owner and stared at nothing, keeping his back straight and his ears on the world outside. Occasionally the cat threatened to distract him with her purring and big eyes, but Colton didn’t allow himself to enjoy the sight of her. She wasn’t for his enjoyment, anyway.

“Come to mine next time, yeah?” Vik asked.

“Sure, it’s been a while. That’d be nice.”

“Alright, well I’ll head off. Nice to meet you, Col.”

Vik’s face appeared in Col’s peripheral vision, and Col looked over, giving him a nod and looking to his owner for permission to speak.

When his Master gave him an encouraging smile, Col said quietly, “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m sorry again.”

“It’s alright, Col,” Master said, reaching down and giving Col’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. Col flinched that time, too. The shame only twisted deeper in his guts. Master turned back to his brother. “I’ll wave you off.”

“You’re always keeping me out of trouble, aren’t you,” replied Vik with a wry smile.

. . .

Linden didn’t have to catch Vik before he walked out the door – they clearly both wanted to have a debrief. Their chat had been more than a little stifled with Colton kneeling right there, ramrod straight, his eyes wide and unfocused. Vik bent to put his shoes back on and stared up at Linden with a face that said what the fuck.

“Yeah,” Linden whispered. “Someone’s clearly done a number on him. Did he hurt you?”

“No, no,” Vik said, unconvincingly. “It was funny anyway. But he really is fierce when he wants to be.”

“At least I know he’s… loyal, now. Not that I took him in to be loyal. Or violent. Ah well.”

“I know, but I get it, it’s good to know he doesn’t want to use any of that strength against you. You’re safe as anything as long as he’s around.”

“Bless him. He’s so nervous all the time. He won’t even pet Jaffa.”

“You’ve got this, mate,” Vik said sincerely. “He’s still new. Maybe you’ve gotta be a bit more clear with things. Next time he looks at Jaffa, just tell him to go and pet her.”

“I’ll try. You should still come round whenever, I’ll tell him not to worry about you.” The thought of Vik almost having his ass handed to him made Linden’s lips curl up again. “Maybe buy a helmet for next time just in case.”

“Oh shut up, I could still batter him and you, you better not start thinking I’m soft. I’ll see you later. And buy him some weights or something, for god’s sake. He’ll go crazy otherwise.”

Linden laughed as Vik headed off. When he walked back into the lounge, Colton was still kneeling. Of course he was – Linden hadn’t ordered him to do anything else.

“Uh…I’m glad you’ve met my brother. Please don’t fret about earlier, Col. You’re genuinely not in trouble. Vik wasn’t mad in the slightest.”

Col didn’t move except to cast his eyes towards Linden’s face. It made him look creepy, like a mannequin. “Thank you, Sir. It won’t happen again. Thank you for this mercy.”

“It might be helpful to mark Vik as someone who’s completely trusted, you know. You don’t have to be afraid when he’s around. You don’t have to be… on high alert. He’s not going to do anything.”

. . .

Col nodded. If Vik made a move to attack, it would be for him, never his Master. Col wasn’t to fight back. “I understand, Sir. Thank you.”

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Stray (part 9)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe, Gunther, Ludwig Kaiser

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Kidnapping, stripping, non-consensual fondling, bondage, forced alcohol consumption, vomiting

Words - ~3,600 words

Summary - Drew and Joe search for Punk, who spends his first night in captivity

Joe's shoulder was squeezed and he glanced up to find Drew looking mournfully down at him. 'Oh,' he shuffled in his seat, feeling a little embarrassed all of a sudden, 'uh, thanks.'

Drew rubbed his fist back and forth over his heart, his brows furrowed. I'm sorry.

'Look, I didn't mean to... I know that what Punk did for you was...' Another squeeze told Joe that it was ok then the Scotsman sat on the floor next to Joe's legs. Pulling his knees up, he wrapped his large, hairy arms around them and set his chin down, looking like a sad dog waiting for its owner to return. The image was so vivid that Joe nearly patted the Scot's head, but he caught himself in time and the pair sat in silence, the minutes ticking by.

When the waiting became unbearable, Joe turned on the television. It was some kind of late night show - he didn't care which exactly - but it made the room feel less empty for the pair of them. Staring blankly at the screen, they both twitched at any sound from the street outside but it was only a passing car now and again.

Eventually, there was a tug at Joe's trouser leg and Drew tapped an invisible watch on his wrist. His face said it all. 'Yeah, you're right,' Joe admitted. 'He's been too long. Let's go look for him.'

The two men leapt up to their feet and Joe shoved on his jacket, only for Drew to tap him on the shoulder. 'Yeah?' The Scotsman lightly grasped the lapel and pointed to his chest. It was then that Joe noticed the bright blue colour 'Oh, oh yeah, right, you were wearing that,' he shrugged off the jacket he had returned to Punk that morning and handed it over to Drew. 'Stupid thing always looked dumb on me anyway.' He gave a short-lived chuckle as the Scot pulled his arms through the sleeves. 'Suits you though,' he admitted with a sigh.

Quickly locating his own jacket, the pair headed out into the night in search of Punk.

The cage-fighter was locked in a cage.

Surely there was some level of grim irony to that statement that Punk could find a crumb of humour in? If he wasn't so beaten and worn down. And scared.

He lay on his side, struggling to keep conscious as he shivered against the cold. The dog cage was cramped; he couldn't lie flat with his legs stretched nor sit upright without his head colliding with the steel bars. So instead, he lay in the fetal position, knees bunched up to his chest to try and generate some warmth into his shattered body.

He had no idea where they'd brought him. The room was bare and hard and cold. Like some kind of engine room or something, long abandoned. All stone walls and concrete floors. Silence. Not even the pipes above rattled. And there was no noise from the outside world, no honking of traffic or stamping of feet or wail of sirens. Just empty silence. Except for the occasional squeak of a mouse... oh god, he hoped it was a mouse!

He'd woken up in this room. They'd kept him heavily sedated during the whole journey here. Then, as he wobbled back into the real world, his wrists cuffed and his mouth tightly gagged, they'd removed every piece of his clothing, exposing him to the frigid air. Punk could barely keep his eyes straight as that blonde bastard, Ludwig, held him upright, wrenching his hands up by his ear. So that the General may examine him.

He'd been awake enough for that! But too weak to fight back. Even his own neck had struggled to keep his chin up while rough fingers assaulted every crevice of his body. Poking inside his mouth, scraping down his torso, pinching and twisting their way down his hips and thighs and back up again. Kneading, fondling, squeezing him between his legs, while Punk grunted feebly in protest.

Then he felt a thick finger sliding down beneath him and he found enough strength to jerk away, tightening his cheeks to stave off the invasion. His resistance was punished by another horrific chop to his already bloodied chest and he crumpled, a marionette with its strings cut, to the floor.

He lost the battle but won the war. The examination stopped there. But he was under no illusion. Why rush? When they had the cage-fighter imprisoned and at their disposal, a toy to play with at their leisure.

Punk bit down on the cloth gag between his teeth, hoping he could gnaw right through. Use his voice to scream for help. But they had stolen every weapon away from him, including his hands, which were encased in leather mitts and locked tight with duct tape. At least they'd set and strapped his broken fingers - a small mercy - but he felt the loss all the same. He had vowed to free Drew with his fists, but now they were compromised, utterly useless. He couldn't even scratch an itch.

A gust of cold air rushed him and Punk bunched up tighter, feeling the slack waistband of his black briefs slipping down. After they had coaxed the scant underwear onto him earlier, the General had tied on the dog collar. Gently, like draping a delicate gold chain around his lover's dainty neck. Then took a moment to pause and savour the sight of his new pet... before strapping on the muzzle! The same muzzle that Punk had removed from Drew, the same one that had been left on his table as a warning, the same one that had sat in a pool of rancid blood. He could smell it as it was fixed tight around his head, the iron tang that alarmed the reptilian part of his brain.

They'd then rammed him into the dog cage and locked it tight, leaving him alone in the dark, strange room. And Punk had lay there since, exhausted, miserable and in pain, staring at his impotent fists as if his gaze along could shred the leather and break them free.

When it suddenly hit him like a fallen tree! This was where they had kept Drew! This had been his cage and if Punk found it cramped then how the hell had a man of Drew's size survived all those years in here? These were his briefs which was why they fitted so poorly. This was his muzzle, that had silenced his voice for so long he'd forgotten how to even use it.

And these were his mitts. For when the isolation had become too much and he had painstakingly taught himself a new way to communicate, they'd stolen that away from him too. Punk's heart split in two at the discovery. Monsters! he cursed to himself. Fucking monsters!

But, at least, Drew would be safe. Now that they had somebody else to torment. He thought of the Scotsman waiting for him back at Joe's and-

A howl tore through Punk. Joe! Punk had told him he'd be right back, he'd promised he would be right back. The last thing he'd ever said to Joe was a lie.

But then, wasn't it just the latest in a string of lies and empty promises he'd made to the man he was supposed to love?

His bruised eyes began to water. He tried to bat them away but his mitted fist butted against the mesh of his muzzle.

Curling up tighter, he screwed his shut and tried to sleep, finding some tiny glimmer of solace in the fact that with him locked up in this cage, both Drew and Joe finally had a chance to be free.

Joe felt sick. It had been one thing to hear that Punk's place had been trashed but another thing entirely to see if for himself. Literally everything that wasn't fixed down had been targeted. And it hurt! To see the home they had built together lying in ruins- the petrol blue crockery they had picked smashed on the floor, the painting Joe had commissioned for the anniversary of their first date ripped from the wall, the couch they'd cuddled on to watch movies together shredded and gutted.

If Joe was a more poetic man, he'd have seen some kind of metaphor in the wreckage. Instead, he focused on finding Punk.

A whine caught his attention. It had come from Drew who was signing wildly with distress in the sitting area. Joe couldn't decipher what he meant when he swiped his open right hand over his left but from the way he touched his index and middle finger to the area by his eye and down, he guessed he found something.

'What is it?'

Drew answered with the first sign again, accompanied by another fearful whine. Joe rushed over and immediately spotted the large, gruesome stain on the carpet at the foot of the stairs. Blood!

'Oh shit, is that-? Was that there before?'

Drew trembled his head from side-to-side. The feeling of nausea worsened.

'Maybe it's not his,' Joe desperately clutched at straws. 'Maybe, he didn't even come back here.' He turned away from the grotesque sight, trying to stop himself from retching. 'Maybe it's-'

But he stopped. Words trapped in his mouth. Stumbling on heavy legs, light-headed and dizzy, he bent down to snatch up a crumpled bundle of black fabric. He opened it out and his knees almost buckled beneath him. It was Punk's hoodie. The one he had been wearing when he had taken off from Joe's house into the night!

'No,' he choked out. 'Oh no, no.. Phil, please no!'

He fell onto the couch, burying his face in the fabric. He could smell Punk on it, and a thousand memories sprinted through his head. A thousand memories falling into a thousand regrets. He should never have let him leave. He should have grabbed hold of him and stopped him. Fucking choked him out even. Whatever it took to get him to stay.

But now, he was...

A harsh knock interrupted his grief and Joe looked behind him to find Drew rapping his knuckles against the wooden dining table to get his attention. 'What is it?' Drew was pointing at the middle of the table. Another blood stain? What did it mean?

'I... I don't under-'

Drew placed his hand over his mouth, fingers splayed like a mask or cage or-? Then he pointed to the centre of the table again. To the blood.

Joe shook his head helplessly. He couldn't follow and Drew was getting frustrated. The Scot banged his fist against the table and took a pause. Joe gripped Punk's hoodie tight to his chest.

Eventually, Drew straightened up and walked over to Joe, holding his hand to the side of his head. 'My phone? Yes, I have my phone.' Drew started signing, motions that were somehow weirdly familiar, like Joe had seen them before.

Like that very morning!

D. R. E. W.

'Yes! Yes, I understand!' Joe grabbed his phone and pulled up the tab with the BSL alphabet, still open from earlier that day. 'Ok. Go!'

Drew's eyes were shimmering wild and blue as he stroked his thumb over his chest in a circle of eight. 'Punk, yes,' Joe nodded his head, focused. Then Drew touched his thumbs together. Right index finger lying across his left palm. Then it moved to the tip of his left middle finger. Right index and middle finger splayed out on his right palm. And finally right index touching the tip of his left index.

A.

L.

I.

V.

E.

'Punk's... alive?!'

Cat paw! Cat paw! Cat paw!

'How do you know?'

Drew whacked the side of his open hand against his palm then pointed to his chest. The look in his eye said it all. Trust me!

'Then we have to call the cops! They can help us find-'

Frantic head shake!

'But-'

Trust me!

Joe felt lost. 'So what do we do? We don't even know where he is?'

Cat paw...

Wait! Cat paw?

'You do?' Cat paw again. But there was a terror in his eyes, a fear he was failing miserably to hide. 'Oh... I see. You don't need to come. You can just tell me and I can-'

Drew shook his head, a steely determination in the way he set his jaw.

'Ok then,' Joe drew his own courage to steady his frayed nerves. 'Let's go.'

The bed was soft and warm. Sheets fresh, a bright white. He could still smell the detergent on them. Early morning sunlight softly swayed in through the curtains, the melody of birdsong.

Two large arms were snug around him, holding him tight. Firm. They'd never let him go. Never.

Punk sighed sweetly and turned to cuddle closer into Joe's chest.

Only... it wasn't Joe!

Two beautiful blue eyes glistened sleepily at him and Punk's heart began to sing as brilliantly as the birds outside his window. His lips broke into a dreamy smile as the arms heaved him in, a protective shield to keep him safe. He could feel the soft strands of Drew's chest hair tickling his cheek, hear his deep, even breaths. Feel his soft lips on his forehead as he kissed him lovingly.

Bang!

Punk's eyes sprung open and in an instant, he lost everything. The warmth, the safety, the joy!

He was back in the dog cage. Cold and alone.

But the image of Drew holding him lingered like a ghost in the air beside him. A vision he longed to grasp with both hands but was vanishing fast.

They were both looming over him, the General smiling cruelly while Ludwig set to work unlocking the padlock that held his cage door shut. The last remnants of his dream about Drew faded but they were enough to give him the focus he needed. He had to get out of here!

The padlock snapped open. The instant it was removed, Punk struck. Smashing his bare sole against the cage door, it went flying back into Ludwig's already bruised face, sending him sprawling onto his back. Punk wasted no time in shuffling out the cage and went to run but found his path blocked by the imposing figure of the General himself.

Punk stood his ground, glaring venomously at his captor when Ludwig struggled back to his feet and cut off his retreat from behind. Punk was trapped, surrounded on either side by his kidnappers.

'Go on,' the General sneered, enjoying the hate radiating off the cage-fighter.

Punk's hands and wrists were bound... but his feet were not! He rushed forward, lifting up his arms to fool his opponent into thinking he was going to punch then swiped with his foot, smashing it into the side of the General's knee. The larger man began to buckle so Punk kept up the assault, repeatedly targeting the joint until a meat of a fist came straight for him and he was forced to retreat. Rolling under the punch, Punk popped up behind the General and crunched his heel into the back of his knee. The larger man went down with a cry.

Out the corner of his eye, Punk saw Ludwig making a move so he threw his bound arms around the General's neck, wrenching them back until the short chain of his cuffs cut into the larger man's throat. The blonde stopped, snarling like a vicious dog on the end of a taut leash. Punk jerked harder, his arms trembling from the effort when he spied a huge hand reaching up for him. He pulled away, out of its reach.

But forgot about the muzzle!

Thick fingers curled around the bars of mesh and yanked. Punk was wrestled down to the ground like a bull caught by the horns, kicking and bucking until a heavy boot stepped onto his neck. And began to press down.

'Give in,' he was ordered but Punk kept fighting, trying to wriggle free as the boot crushed down harder and he struggled to breath. 'Give in!'

His oxygen was cut off. Then flashes of black light began to take over his vision and he contemplated letting them finish him off, stop short the stupid game they were playing with him.

But then he thought of Drew, his sad blue eyes and the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. The way he signed Punk's name with a shy blush across his nose. He thought of the kiss they'd shared the day before, the one that had been so achingly brief and how badly he wanted to try it again. Without feeling so conflicted this time. Savour it and enjoy it.

If he died, he would never get the chance.

That hurt!

So he tapped.

'Good boy.' The boot was lifted from his throat and Punk gasped in a series of painful breaths.

He was hauled off the floor and up, the chain linking his cuffs strung onto a hook suspended from the ceiling. His feet couldn't find the ground below; the hook was calibrated for Drew's height. Glancing down, Punk wasn't surprised to find the tattered remain of a chain sunk into the ground. The other half had been removed from Drew's ankle that very morning. So it was here, he surmised, it was right here that you wrenched yourself free. If Drew could do it, then surely Punk could too... right?

The General was chuckling, barely breaking a sweat from their scuffle. 'I said you would be fun, did I not?' he mocked. 'You're smarter than I expected. But not smart enough.' The larger man stepped in close and began tracing his thick finger over the waves on Punk's chest, just like Drew had done. Only when the Scotsman did it, Punk's skin broke out in sweet shivers of electricity. When the General did it, his gut began to knot and twist.

'I don't approve of these,' his captor said, his finger trailing up the serpent by Punk's armpit. 'The body is a temple. We don't graffiti our temples.' He looked down, stabbing his digit into Punk's heaving diaphragm. 'But this one... I had to look up what 'straight edge' means. Is it right that you don't drink or smoke or take any kind of drug? I like that. You are a man of discipline. I like discipline.'

Punk scrunched up the bridge of his nose. Something about the way he'd said that last sentence disturbed him.

'Is it also right that once you break your sobriety, you are no longer considered 'straight edge'?' He held out his hand and Ludwig passed him a bottle of what looked like vodka. Punk's stomach lurched. The General said no more as he twisted the cap off and threw it aside, while Ludwig removed Punk's muzzle.

Punk tried to thrash his way loose but the back of his head was gripped tight and the neck of the bottle forcibly shoved into his mouth, rammed over the cloth gag and right to the back of his throat. Fire poured out, igniting the walls of his gullet all the way down deep inside of him. He tried to cry out but his voice gurgled on the poison. He panicked, choking, struggling to draw in breath. Drowning. He was fucking drowning!

'Breathe through your nose,' he was ordered, the voice cold and unfeeling as he writhed in agony, bare feet clawing at thin air. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he spluttered, globs of wet spray misting from around the large, blunt implement lodged between his open lips. Dribbles of alcohol-infused drool slipping down his chin. Stop! Fucking stop! I can't breath! I can't-

'Breathe through your nose!' The order was given again, harsher. Punk obeyed. Breathing in as deep as he could, just like Joe had taught him. Tried not to think of the horrific reaction his body was having to the noxious fluid, the way his stomach was cramping badly and... oh shit!

He threw up. Vomit battering against the tide of alcohol gushing down his throat. He no longer knew what was coming up or going down. He tried to breath. Focus on fucking breathing!

The torture continued. The bottle emptied down his throat. Toxic fumes stinging his nasal passage, acid stripping the lining from his oesophagus. The venom sitting in the pit of his belly like a nest of fire ants.

Finally, the bottle was removed. Punk's guts heaved up everything he'd been force-fed, clear bile cascading down his naked chest and legs and splattering onto the concrete floor below. Chunks caught in the back of his gag, filling his mouth, sitting on his tongue. The stench of vodka and puke overwhelming his senses.

Through his watery vision, Punk saw the General place the soiled bottle neck into his own mouth and tip it back, gulping down the dredges of vodka. Keeping his hard gaze locked onto his captive, the larger man swirled the alcohol around his cheeks like mouth wash.

Then grabbed Punk again. Locked his mouth tight over Punk's gagged lips. And spat the last of the vodka in.

His chin was tilted back, their mouths sealed together. His exhausted body swallowed it down.

And kept it down.

His mouth was eventually released but the grip on his chin remained. 'See? How easy it is to break your discipline? Your spirit will soon follow.' Punk's shoulders jerked feebly as he tried to clear his ruined passageways. 'Now, since you are no longer straight edge, you won't be needing that ugly graffiti anymore, you agree?'

Punk's skin began to crawl.

His torment had only just begun...

To be continued...

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Hello misfits! Your favorite sass master here with another fic! Well I've got several I'm working on but its been awhile since I've posted one to here eh? Enjoy!

Living through Hell: Hazbin Apocalypse AU Pt.1

“Reginald stop the car!” A female voice cried as the driver who was named Reginald looked back at his mistress briefly.

“Of course, Miss Morningstar!” He replied as he soon brought the large black truck to a skidding halt in front of a lone store. “I suggest hurrying, m'lady. we don't want to linger for too long with the hoarde of zombies nearby!” He watched as the tall blonde woman exited the 2015 Knight XV.

Out of the corner of her eye, the woman spotted a grey camo Hummer with wings painted on the hood and the letters U.S.H painted on the sides speeding off with two people laughing, flipping the building off. “Assholes..” She muttered but went inside since her radio picked up a distress call.

The building used to be what looked to be a sub fast food place named Hellway. The blonde looked around and spotted the back room with a trail of blood leading to it. “Shit, they might be hurt pretty bad…”

The groans of zombies outside made the woman move quickly and quietly as her black combat boots trekked along the broken debris. “Mierda…” She blinked hearing a voice. “Bet those fucks didn't notice I snagged their fucking radio, ammo, and supplies..”

A soft groan escaped the owner as they soon turned their head towards the door opening. “Oh shit… You look worse than I thought.” The owner saw the blonde in the doorway and moved back wincing. “Hey, I'm the one who got the distress call, I'm here to help.”

“Gracias…”

The blonde looked over the wounded figure, a woman who looked to be in her early twenties with beautiful short brown hair, and a soft light brown eye since the other one had been gouged out. “This should do, for now, but I'm going to get you outta here ok?”

“Don't forget the backpack over there too, it's got stuff for you..” The brunette wheezed, pointing to the grey army backpack to the side.

“Thanks, I'm Charlie by the way.” The blonde replied, wrapping the bleeding socket with bandages and a gauze. This earned a slight yet very cute smile making Charlie blush a bit.

“Vaggie… I know sounds dumb right?” The brunette winced, but the sound of glass breaking made her move into Charlie's arms showing there was more wounds on the back. “We gotta move now!” She whispered growling.

Charlie shook her head to clear the gay thoughts as she soon grabbed the heavy army back with one arm, and the smaller woman with the other showing how strong she was underneath her tattered white button up. She soon bolted with both. “Reginald, start the truck now!” She shouted, making the elderly man in the driver seat nod. “Right away Miss Morningstar!”

Two dogs both being beautiful black border collies jumped and opened the side door, letting their owner jump in without much hassle. “Nicely done Razzle and Dazzle!” Charlie cooed at her boys.

Reginald soon punched the gas pedal as a hoarde of zombies rushed them, he managed to shake three that managed to latch on off. “Not bad old man.” Vaggie smirked a bit but looked really weak. She was perched in Charlie's lap in the backseat since the latter tossed the bag to the side.

Charlie fished out the first aid kit that was hidden in the back compartment underneath the luxurious display of a flat screen TV, a gaming console, a DVD player, and an inner radio set up. She started using a cloth to apply pressure to the wound on the back, making Vaggie hiss. “Just stay with me, okay?”

“Those look like hooked machete cuts, m'lady. The blade is jagged, so those wounds won't be easy to heal without major scarring.” Reginald replied, making Charlie growl.

“Assholes, why would anyone do this?”

“You're sweet, but listen, word of advice? Don't go helping everyone you meet, you'll be bled dry in this hellhole..” Vaggie winced but due to blood loss she passed out.

Charlie blinked but gave a soft look. “I know but if I can help someone I will..” She muttered as the drive was a long one.

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Her mind drifted to the people she tried to help. Some brushed her off and snapped for getting in the way; others straight up demanded the goods she was carrying. It saddened her that she had been forced to use violence on multiple occasions, giving her the reputation and the nickname The Demon Princess for her prowess.

Those eyes drifted out the window as her eyes watched the rocky landscape go by as Reginald made sure to keep the drive quiet and comfortable.

On the drive back, Charlie's mind wandered to before the Apocalypse four years ago, she and her parents were happy and out on a hunting trip. While she hated the fact they killed cute animals, it meant spending time with her mother and father who were always all over one another. Her father Lucifer was the head of Pentagram City, a place where each district was named after the seven deadly sins, as a way to get back as his old friends since they casted him out when he decided to help his wife Lilith, a well known crime boss who refused to bow down to anyone.

Charlie smiled remembering her aunts and uncles, they were so nice to her if some were a bit strange. Though when Lilith disappeared one night, the whole world went to shit. Some blame Lilith and Lucifer for unleashing an apocalyptic nuke on the world, others revered them as gods of worship. Both sides left a bad taste in the blonde's mouth. One hand others scorned her and her family, trying to dupe, outwit, or possibly kill them, while the other half were creepy cult fanatics who acted like the seven sins forming new communities within the old ones.

Reginald was one of the old servants of the Morningstar manor, a kind elderly gentleman who felt like a lovable grandpa. He taught Charlie to shoot, scavage, and survive the new world when her own father went into hiding. He was often dressed in a casual black suit with a white shirt, and black bowtie. His wife Ester had died of old age prior, but was Charlie's nanny. The old man often spoiled Charlie too, saying that she was like his own grandchild, and was very protective much like the dogs Razzle and Dazzle.

The butler looked sadden seeing his mistress deep in thought, and yet she was being so caring despite the trauma she had. “M'lady it seems we've possibly gained a new ally. At least it won't be just us four anymore.” He piped up, making Charlie come out of her thoughts. “Makes this old man happy to see you have a friend close to your age..”

“Mhm… I hope so..” The blonde replied with a soft look. Her eyes were a rare trait. They shined like rubies alongside her beautiful platinum blonde hair and pale skin. She resembled someone with albinism to some degree. It made other children steer clear of her despite how friendly she appeared.

Reginald was the first outsider to call her cute and charming, he remembered how he found her curled up in his black suit jacket one stormy night since her parents were away that weekend. He smiled fondly at the memory. Another memory was Charlie's first suit since she wanted to dress more masculine and be seen as more like herself than some prissy noble doll. He smiled watching the teen wear a very cute red suit which mimicked what Lucifer used to wear. “You've grown so much M'lady, it makes me very proud and teary.”

Charlie giggled as the truck drove up to a small abandoned red brick house that was their base. The dogs easily jumped out first as Reginald carried the backpack inside alongside the rifle his mistress used. “Well I do have the best grandpa.” She teased carrying in the unconscious Vaggie.

He smiled at the comment and went to gather the medical supplies to help the patient. “I assume you'd like to handle it, Miss Morningstar?” He asked as Charlie nodded. “Alright then, I'll go cook us something.” He left the small bedroom leaving his mistress alone.

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Charlie got out some water that had been purified and poured it into a small bowl, she then dipped a cloth into it. “This might sting a little..” She spoke while gently removing the blood soaked bandages on Vaggie's face. She winced seeing the empty socket but carefully wiped around it since an infection there could prove deadly.

The latter hissed as her good eye opened slightly. “Sorry!” She heard Charlie say as the blonde flinched back. “So how bad is it?” Vaggie asked as her stomach churned from the headache.

“W-well..” Charlie scratched her cheek a bit. “There's a few jagged marks since an x was carved into it, it seems like whoever did this was brutal, Reginald says it was the work of a machete.” She sheepishly stated, though, applied rubbing alcohol to a clean cloth. “I need to disinfect it…”

“Do what you gotta do. I can't move anyway..” Vaggie groaned, closing her eyes, making the x on her left eyelid seen even more. Charlie felt bad seeing it, but she then rolled up a free cloth. “Hmm?”

“Bite down on this..” The blonde offered since it was better than biting the tongue.

“Gracias…”

The process of cleaning the wounds was long, but the pain did keep Vaggie awake, though she was grateful for the cloth she was biting down on. Charlie got to the smaller woman's back and blinked, her eyes widening in horror. “Fuck…” She breathed, seeing the lacerations. “You're seriously one tough woman since you've managed to survive with these wounds…”

This earned a soft chuckle from Vaggie, who then winced feeling Charlie apply a medical gauze to her back. “I used to live with people from my military days, and was also the youngest female soldier there too.” She replied looking back. “They were not the nicest to say the least…”

Charlie winced at the last comment but then blushed a bit. “Sorry but um… Could you move your arms up, please?” She asked as Vaggie chuckled.

“Aren't you polite.” The Latina playfully teased with a soft smile, though she did move her arms to the best the wounds would allow, since Charlie had to wrap her torso. “Wh-what, it's only natural to ask when doing this?”

“Unless the person is out cold?” Vaggie smirked, teasing her some more.

“Hey, you were bleeding from the eye! I had to do something!” Charlie defended looking like a pouting puppy. She soon re-wrapped Vaggie's left eye again with a fresh gauze and bandages. The two were seen laughing a bit as Reginald came in with dinner as it was almost nightfall.

“This is my butler Reginald, he drove us here.” Charlie gestured to the older man.

“A pleasure my lady. It seems M'lady has done quite well patching you up too.” He smiled seeing the handiwork.

Vaggie eyed him a bit, but found he wasn't a threat since he didn't look at her with that gross objectifying gaze Adam usually had. “Vaggie..” She replied, but looked away since he reminded her of the elderly couple her old gang had bullied.

“A lovely name for a young miss. Now please you must be hungry, so eat up.” Reginald commented with a kind smile to his warm green eyes.

Charlie smiled and took a bowl from the tray Reginald was holding. “First bowl is yours, Vaggie.” She grinned, making the smaller woman blink. “Oh uh thanks..”

Reginald took his food with him as he left the girls seeing how Vaggie looked a little uncomfortable around men. “Poor girl.. Though I have to wonder why that Hummer was there in the first place.” He pondered and decided to look into it.

That night the girls rested well with the pair of dogs beside them, though Reginald gasped at his findings while using the high powered radio. “United Sanctuary of Heaven?” He blinked since his master Lucifer had belonged to such a place. “The Exorcists Platoon?” He nodded hearing that it was the group that drove the army issued Hummers. “M'lady I hope you know what you're doing…” He decided not to report this to his mistress just yet, as he trusted Charlie's judgement.

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The info weighed on Reginald during the month it took Vaggie to heal fully. He wanted to ask the girl about it, but saw she was still a little skittish around him. Charlie and the dogs not so much. “Miss Vaggie, I found this in the basement awhile ago. Would you like it?” He asked, trying to make friends with her.

Vaggie blinked as in his hands was a powerful 12 gauge Ithaca 37 shotgun. “No way!” Her eye lit up seeing it. “That's a 1933 model, where the fuck did you get this?!” She actually smirked holding the pump-action gun.

“It seems the owner of this house loved his guns, I've found a 1982 AutoMag .44 magnum as well.” The butler smiled, showing the gun on his belt.

Charlie blinked, looking over after hearing that adorable squee. She had her mouth agape hearing Vaggie going off about guns and weapons and finding it fun to discuss with Reginald, who was smiling. “Huh…” The blonde found this to be really cute as her blush deepened. “Ah fuck, I think I might have a crush..” She watched the short haired brunette with a ramble on with a beautiful grin. “No c'mon Charlie, you've only known this girl for a month and your lonely ass got attached.” She muttered and scolded herself.

She remembered the month that had gone by clearly, from the cleaning of the wounds while sneaking a peek at that gorgeous lightly tanned skin with small freckles along the back, shoulders and nape, to the quick catches and gentle touches she had given to Vaggie's skin when the woman was about to fall. Charlie grumbled remembering how focused and hot she looked when test firing some BB guns to get back into shape. She sighed and went to do some light training in the backyard as a way to clear her head.

Vaggie soon looked around for Charlie to gush and show her new shotgun too like a kid with a new toy. But what greeted her lone eye was a sight to behold. Charlie kicked the bottle that was placed on a dummy clean off with her right foot. She looked like she barely broke a sweat and super focused. “Dios mio…” Vaggie watched since she only ever saw the friendly puppy dog side. Reginald noticed and playfully walked away since he didn't want to spook Vaggie.

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Charlie kept at it for an hour and easily left the dummy she was beating up a huge mess. She sighed with her mind still filled with gay thoughts. She grumbled and went to practice her shooting not knowing her crush was watching her from inside the house. “Towel m'lady?” Reginald came over after another hour holding up a small red towel.

Charlie sighed and took it gratefully, she wiped the back of her neck since her long blonde hair made it heat up a lot. “Sorry for the mess.” She replied sheepishly since due to her practice she left the backyard disheveled.

“No need to apologize, I'm just glad you're using the facility I've made.” The butler smiled as he walked past Charlie. He was at least a few inches shorter as his mistress was tall for her age. He smiled, remembering how the little princess was so small.

Reginald thought back to his time at the manor. He smiled when he thought of the first friendly grin he got from Charlie when she was little. He chuckled, cleaning up as more memories surfaced. Her giddy face when she went on a date with Seviathan since their fathers got them together, then her tears when the fuckwit broke her heart since he made her feel unwanted and ugly, and then the emo phase, what a sight that was. Reginald sighed as he tried to help her with the pain since her father seemed so distant with her as was her mother. He managed to coax her out of that phase as he reminded her of who she used to be.

He spotted Charlie in the present helping him with the chore. He smiled softly seeing that kind hearted girl he knew, however he couldn't help but feel saddened when he remembered how lonely she was. He sighed softly since for a time before the apocalypse happened he had been retired with his wife, which left the girl alone for several years as he wanted to take care of his family first. She understood but was still sad. However when the two were brought together again in this hellish world, he couldn't have been happier to return to her side. “M'lady you don't have to do this.” He replied though winced since his back was getting bad.

“Nonsense! Your back has been bothering you lately so this is the least I can do to help you Reginald.” Charlie replied seeing her butler rubbing a sore spot on his lower back.

“I blame myself for getting old.” He chuckled trying to make a joke. “You're too kind to an old fart like me.”

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Vaggie blinked having gone inside the house as she looked from the window seeing them, she felt a soft twinge inside as the two reminded her of her family back home, and the old platoon she cared for despite what the general and his lieutenant did to her. She moved away from the window as a tear threatened to escape. “Wasn't I one of the best there was, so why did they betray me? All I did was spare some survivors from their raid…” Her mind drifted to that day.

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“Hey Vaggie, check this out.” Adam smirked, pronouncing her name with a hard g. “A raider camp of filthy bastards prime for the picking. Shall we go see what we can find, eh Vagasaurus?”

“As long as I can test out this badass new machete, I'm good.” Lute replied, holding up what looked to be a thin bill hook blade.

Vaggie smiled at her two friends and then back at the squad of seven black and grey camo dressed soldiers, most being women. “Another set of raiders off the map is a good enough reason to me.”

Then it happened. The squad took down the ‘raider’ camp, which turned out to be innocent survivors who didn't pay Adam's ridiculous tax that made their area safe. Vaggie's stomach churned, seeing the glee the others took, taking down the small six man encampment. She spotted a woman and her child running into the Hellway and followed, not knowing Adam and Lute were behind her. “P-please mercy, we're not fighters at all!” The mother pleaded, holding her baby boy close.

Vaggie winced a bit, removing her grey camo helmet, which had a face mask painted to resemble a frowning demon. “I'm not here to hurt you, but you can't stay in here either. So run now, there's a miata three blocks down from here with half a tank of fuel left.” She ushered and watched the family bolt with a tearful thank you.

She sighed softly watching them go, but blinked hearing a bullet whizz past her head and nail the woman in the back. “What a bad thing you've just done…” A male voice spoke, making Vaggie's blood run cold. “Shame too, you were one of our best.”

“Stop!” She pointed her old military rifle at Adam. “Let the kid go now, or else a bullet goes through your fucking head!”

Adam laughed and shrugged, he did as asked so that Vaggie would drop her guard enough for Lute to swing that machete cutting both the old gun in half and her left eye in the process. “See I let the kid go since we're old friends. But now we got a problem, see?” His finger jabbed to the zombies approaching.

Lute grinned and turned Vaggie's face and carved out that eye causing the smaller woman to howl with pain and sent it flying for the zombies to catch the scent. “You'll be perfect zombie food since you caused this unnecessary commotion you little bitch.”

“Lute why..” Vaggie asked since Lute had been like family to her when she lost her own.

Adam laughed seeing Lute stomp on Vaggie's back. “Be sure to carve up those little wing tattoos on her back. I can't have anyone finding an exorcist dead.” He smirked as Lute was all too happy to tear up the mark of the Platoon making Vaggie suffer even more.

The two turned their backs to a wounded Vaggie, but she growled, refusing to die right there. She took her bowie knife and slashed the grey army bag off of Adam's back, and grabbed it swiftly when Lute ran out to start the Hummer. Adam, hearing only his loud laugh and zombie snarls, didn't notice it at all.

“He was always such a giant dumbass…” Vaggie huffed softly and soon used the radio in the back to call for aid.

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Vaggie shuddered coming back from her memories, she panted softly, her body trembling with cold sweat. “How am I still alive..” She muttered though quickly changed her demeanor when she heard the door.

“It's gotten dark out, but the clean up is done.” Reginald chuckled, retiring to his cot. “Good night ladies.”

“Night Reginald.” Charlie replied smiling. She soon lightly tugged at her shirt collar. “Man I'm sweaty, I think I'll go wash up.”

Vaggie blinked watching the blonde leave. She wanted to reach out but her hand stopped midway as her mind sneered at her. You've killed so many innocents, do you really think you deserve comfort? Those words sent a shudder down the brunette's spine.

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Upstairs Charlie used a wet cloth to wipe herself down, water was getting scarce in the area, same with food as she sighed. “We might have to move soon.” She looked over the list of supplies. “Medicine is also low, and the report of increased zombie activity is worrying me.”

While Charlie looked over the notes and jotted down more in an empty notebook, Vaggie was sitting downstairs trying to keep her mind off of the horrible daydream-like memory. The brunette sighed, closing her right eye as the other one had been sealed shut due to the scarring. “Hmm?” She opened her eye to see the two border collies looking at her. “Hey boys..”

The pups saw that tired strained smile, Dazzle nudged his brother Razzle to go get Charlie while he soon laid down on the couch beside Vaggie, plopping his fluffy head on her lap.

Razzle barked in affirmation, and dashed upstairs making Charlie yelp. “Razzle, you scared me!” She sighed, placing a hand over her racing heart. “Why are you up here boy?”

Razzle tugged on her sleeve, asking her to follow him, which the blonde did out of curiosity.

Charlie's heart sank seeing the tired gaze Vaggie had as the brunette looked up hearing footsteps. “Are you ok?” She asked coming over to sit down beside her while Razzle laid on the floor. “Sorry for saying this but you look like shit.”

“I feel like shit..” Vaggie replied not even hiding it since she was a terrible liar.

Charlie looked at her dogs, she knew animals had a keener sense for when something was wrong. She then smiled softly and got up, making Dazzle move as well. “I think a good night sleep in a soft bed will fix that, for a whole month you've been on that couch!” The blonde explained then she gave a cute devilish smirk. “Up we go!”

This made Vaggie yelp as she was scooped up by the taller woman. “Hey! I don't mind the couch, honestly!”

“Nope, you're coming with me.” Charlie started to walk towards the stairs. “And I won't take no for an answer especially since you look exhausted!”

Vaggie was about to open her mouth but closed it with a soft grumble. She was soon plopped down on the big comfy bed. “Dios mio, you're so stubborn..”

“Someone has to be since you've been pushing yourself ever since you were able to walk two weeks ago!” Charlie replied and gave a cute pout. She soon climbed into bed and held Vaggie close making the brunette blush a bit. “Besides you're cold aren't you, I'm seriously like a furnace so this works out too.” She lightly nuzzled into Vaggie's hair trying to hide her own blush.

Vaggie never really had been this close to anyone, even back with her old group, everyone slept in shifts to keep an eye out for zombies, and raiders. She had taken it upon herself to repay Charlie back by being her own watch dog since her senses were used to it. “I guess…” The brunette muttered but couldn't ignore that pleasant apple scent and warmth that came from Charlie. It put her at ease as she leaned in lightly nuzzling those breasts.

This sent Charlie's mind into a bi-panic as her blush darkened as much as it could since she was like an albino. “Night Vaggie..” She smiled softly with her heartbeat quickening.

It felt so right to hold her, more than it ever did with her ex boyfriend as Charlie soon fell asleep hearing that soft reply. “Night Charlie…”

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Somewhere in the early morning Charlie awoke slightly feeling a bit of fidgeting in her arms. The scent of lavender clued her in as to who it was. “Mmhn?” She opened an eyelid and looked down.

During their sleep, Charlie had moved from laying on her side to laying on her back taking Vaggie with her as she saw the smaller woman nuzzle closer into the crook of the blonde's neck. Her tired eyes stared at the beauty cradled in her arms with a dopey smile. “She sure is cute, even when asleep.” She muttered giving a soft kiss to Vaggie’s head. That sleepy motion instantly awoke Charlie who had an ‘oh fuck’ look. Relief went through her as she saw that Vaggie hadn't woken up. “Calm your lonely ass down girl..” She laid back on the pillow mentally kicking herself.

It was another hour before Vaggie would awoke with a soft groan and very cute yawn. “This isn't the couch..” She mumbled, blinking away her sleepiness. “Too cozy and warm..”

“Um thanks?” Charlie replied awkwardly as Vaggie blinked only to look down at the cheeky blonde. “Ack!” She backed up, moving to the foot of the bed making Charlie laugh.

“How long were you awake?!”

“An hour, I couldn't move you since you kinda just nuzzled into me?”

Hearing that Vaggie blushed and groaned, hiding her face with her hands. It was so awkward but a part of her was annoyed she left that cozy spot. “It's your fault for being a good pillow!”

“Why thank you.” Charlie kept that playful grin showing her teeth with slightly long canines. “How would you like to rate your sleep, Miss?” She teased.

Vaggie whacked her with a pillow making Charlie laugh and snort. She couldn't resist laughing along since that smile was infectious. “Jerk… But fine, it was honestly the best I've had alright?”

“The best huh?” Charlie smiled but then gave a softer look. “You do look a lot more refreshed. But if I may, why are you pushing yourself so hard every night to keep watch for zombies? Razzle and Dazzle plus the jingling cans we've set up are already doing that job for us so we can relax.” She asked, since she's seen the dark circles under Vaggie's eyes.

Vaggie shifted awkwardly, lightly playing with some of her hair since it had gotten a little longer than the short bob she had previously. “I used to be a watchdog for my previous group and it's just a habit by now. But if it helps protect you princesa then I don't mind being alone at night.”

Charlie puffed up her cheeks with a cute growl. “Well then break that habit please, you're not my personal guard Vaggie, you're my friend, best friend if I'm honest..” She replied poking Vaggie on the nose.

The brunette blinked, though a soft smile graced her lips. “I’ll try but no promise though. Never know when it could come in handy.” She chuckled but squeaked when Charlie brought her into a big hug.

Vaggie chuckled a bit and patted Charlie on the back, she however started to feel her stomach twist with guilt. However the taller woman moved back and got up with a grin, and started to move away from the bed. Vaggie watched her get ready but had to look away since when Charlie bent over, she got a nice view of that cute butt. “Fuck she's really cute.” She mumbled but couldn't help it as she looked back again seeing the light framing Charlie's figure.

“Thank you!” She cooed nuzzling Vaggie.

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Though that was short lived as the dogs started barking. “M'lady! We've got a problem!” Reginald called, making Charlie pick up her Hawken rifle and dash downstairs followed by Vaggie with her shotgun.

“Shit, how did so many get past the cans?!” Charlie hissed seeing several zombies banging on their makeshift fence, she soon spotted why as the set up had fallen apart. “Great…”

“If we use our guns it'll draw even more, so let me handle this!” Vaggie growled then smirked, grabbing a harpoon off the wall. “Perfect..”

Reginald blinked seeing Vaggie easily jump onto the platform before the fence and started stabbing at swiping with reckless abandon. “That crazy girl…” He growled as one went for a bite on Vaggie, he had no choice but to shoot it with his pistol. “M'lady grab everything we can take, and get to the truck!” He shouted as Charlie nodded whistling for her dogs.

Vaggie danced around the grabs but stumbled as the platform crumbled. “Shit!” She tried to get back as a zombie with a huge gaping jaw and jagged teeth tried to bite her. “Get away from my granddaughters!” She heard Reginald roar and blasted the zombie in the head while pushing Vaggie behind him.

Charlie gulped but pushed her foot hard on the gas pedal making the truck rush forward as she ran over several. “Sorry!” She called hearing the crunch. “Now's not the time for that!” Vaggie replied watching the house disappear from view.

He was bitten on the forearm making Vaggie's eye go wide. “Reginald!” She yelled but watched as he fired his gun at the zombie and jumped down. “Don't worry, just run!” He pulled her along as the duo jumped into the truck. “DRIVE M'LADY!”

(Heyo! Hope you enjoyed my 5K word chapter ^^)

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ソープ視点のハイブリッドAU短編集。A hybrid AU short story collection from Soap's point of view.

ソープがムラムラして、bottom OCとのセックスを妄想する話。

NFSW!/18+/m x m

Soap gets horny and fantasizes about having sex with bottom OC.

（本編はここ　Main story here.　プライスバージョンはここThe price version is here）ゴーストバージョンはここGhost version here）

※いつもながらグーグル翻訳…*As always, Google translation…↓↓

I've always had a good nose, but after the hybrid surgery it became even more sensitive. Thanks to this, unpleasant smells cause me great discomfort, while pleasant smells make me so fascinated that I want to submit to them. Most of the officers I'd had up until then had been of the former type. So when I first met him I felt like jumping around in surprise and joy. Not only was his appearance and personality my type, but even his smell was my type.

I want to smell him from head to toe, lick his whole body. After a few saliva-filled kisses, I trace his jawline, lick his Adam's apple, feast on his collarbone, the gap between his pectoral muscles, and his tiny nipples. That must be his weak spot, because his moans are getting louder and his penis is twitching against my abs.

After enjoying the sight of him writhing in pleasure while licking and sucking his hardened nipples, I slowly licked his beautifully muscled abs and pushed my tongue into his navel, making his penis tremble again. Feeling sorry for him, I quickly took it into my mouth, but he couldn't hold back and started thrusting his hips upwards. I desperately wanted to make him cum quickly, so I served him desperately. I ran my tongue along the streaks on the back of penis, licked the crack, traced the glans, sucked only the tip into my mouth, then took the whole shaft in my mouth and moved it up and down vigorously.

I take his hand, which is drifting in the air to grab something, intertwine our fingers and hold it firmly, and you thrust your hips further into me, sobbing in a gravelly voice, ‘I'm coming... I can't take it... ahhh’, and release a generous amount of warm cum into my mouth. Of course, I swallow all of his stuff without leaving any. I lick up every drop of his sweat, tears, saliva and sexual fluids.

"...Very good... Good dog..." he said as he stroked my head, making me happy and wanting to serve him even more. When I asked him, "It's not enough... Can I lick you some more?" he smiled gently and said, "Of course." I immediately licked around his hole, massaging it with my tongue to loosen the muscles, and slowly penetrated inside. I wanted to lick as much inside as possible. I regretted my tongue, wishing it was a little longer. I wanted to enjoy his taste more and more, but he begged me in a sexy voice, "Hurry up and fill me up with your thick penis..." so of course I did as I was told. My wish was to do whatever he wanted.

His insides are burning hot, and he embraces my penis with strength. He whispers in my ear, "I love you, you're such a good boy..." and wraps his legs around my waist to swallow me even more. Wanting to be praised even more, I thrust into him from various angles, searching for his sweet spot. When I found it, he let out the sexiest voice I've ever heard, and I almost came just by hearing it, but a good dog can't come without his owner's permission. "Hey... can I cum inside you? I'm going to cum a lot, is that okay?" I asked him, looking into his moist eyes and deliberately making a sweet voice, and of course he replied, "Yes, please, give it all to me." As soon as he gave me the go-ahead, I did it. I sucked on his nipples while attacking his favorite spot, and the moment I came inside him, he came almost at the same time. What a wonderful sight. He came without touching himself, just from my service.

Breathing heavily, he mutters, "I think I'm going to get pregnant," so I can't help but ask, "Do you want our puppy?" He kisses me tenderly and says, "I love dogs. I don't mind having lots of them. I want lots of puppies..." so I jump into action again. I have to give him a puppy no matter what. I have to make his wish come true.

I start thrusting my hardened penis into him again, slowly. Until one day, his wish comes true, I will pour my sperm into him over and over again, dozens of times, until my life ends.

Oh, I really want to impregnate him.

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In Afterglow, the ship is Ghost x Jet (oc), but in the Hybrid AU, the ship is Soap Dog x Lewis (oc).

The most difficult thing to translate into English is dirty words. When Japanese dirty words are translated into English, they suddenly become medical terms and it's a turn-off. Maybe I need to study more dirty English slang...

For example, "urasuji" becomes frenulum of prepuce of penis, but how do I translate it into a dirty expression? Please tell me, dirty people.

元々鼻はよく効く方だったが、ハイブリッド手術後にさらにそれは感度が高くなった。おかげで、嫌な臭いは凄まじい不快感を覚え、好ましい匂いには服従したくなるほどメロメロになってしまうのだ。今までの担当官はほとんどが前者だった。だから、初めて彼に出会った時は驚きと喜びで跳ね回りたい気分だった。見た目や中身だけでなく彼は匂いまで俺のタイプだったのだ。

彼の匂いを隅から隅までしっかり嗅ぎたい、彼の全身を舐めまわしたい。たっぷりと唾液まみれのキスをした後、顎のラインをなぞり喉仏を舐め、鎖骨、胸筋の間の溝、そして小さな乳首を思う存分味わう。きっとそこが彼の弱点だろう。なぜなら彼の呻き声が一段と大きくなり、ペニスはピクピクと俺の腹筋をノックしているから。

硬くなった乳首を舐めたり吸ったりして彼が快楽に身悶えする姿を楽しんだ後、綺麗に筋の入った腹筋をゆっくりと舐め、臍の穴に舌を押し込むとまた彼のペニスが震える。かわいそうなので、素早くそれを口��含むとら彼は我慢できずに腰を突き上げてきた。早くイかせてあげたくて俺は必死で奉仕する。彼のペニスの裏筋に舌を這わせ、割れ目をチロチロと舐め、カリ首部分をなぞり、先端だけ口に吸い込んだ後、竿全体を口に含み、勢いよく上下させる。何かを掴みたくて空中を漂う彼の手を取り、指を絡ませてしっかりと握ると、君はさらに腰を俺に突き上げ「イっちゃう…もうダメ…あああ」と掠れた声ですすり泣き、温かいザーメンを俺の口にたっぷりと放出する。もちろん彼のものは全て残さず飲み込む。汗も涙も唾液も性液も一滴残らず俺が舐め取る。

「…すごく、上手…いい犬だ…」と彼が頭を撫でてくれると嬉しくなり、さらに奉仕したくなる。俺が「まだまだ、足りない…もっと君を舐めていい？」と聞くと彼は「もちろん」と優しく微笑む。さっそく彼の穴の周りを舐め、筋肉をほぐす様に舌でマッサージしながら、少しずつ中に侵入する。できるだけ内部を舐めまわしたい。もう少し長ければいいのにと、自分の舌を恨んだ。もっともっと彼の味を楽しみたいが彼がセクシーな声で「はやく君の太いペニスで僕を満たして…」とせがむので、俺はもちろん言うとうりにする。なんでも彼の望み通りにするのが俺の望みだ。

彼の中は燃えるような熱さで、俺のペニスを力強くと抱擁してくれる。彼は俺の耳元で「…大好きだよ、本当にいい子だ…」と囁き腰に足を巻き付けてさらに俺を飲み込もうとする。俺はもっと褒められたくて、彼のスイートスポットを探し求めて色んな角度から彼を突き刺す。そこが見つかった時、彼は今までで一番色っぽい声を出したので俺はその声を聞いただけでイキそうだったが、いい犬は飼い主の許可を得なければイッてはいけない。

「ねぇ…君の中に出してもいい？いっぱい出ちゃうけどいい？」彼の潤んだ目を見つめながらわざと甘えた声を出すと、彼はもちろん「…イエス、ちょうだい、全部僕の中にちょうだい」と答える。彼のゴーサインが出たらすぐに俺はそれを実行する。彼の1番好きな場所を攻めながら、乳首に吸い付くと、俺が中でイった瞬間、ほぼ同時に彼もイッた。なんて素晴らしい眺めだ。彼は俺からの奉仕だけで自分を触らずにイッたのだ。

荒い息のまま彼は「…妊娠しそうだ」と呟くので、俺は思わず「俺たちの子犬が欲しい？」と聞く。彼は俺に優しくキスをし「犬は大好きだ。何匹いてもいい。たくさん子犬が欲しい…」と言うので、俺はまたさっそく行動にでる。何としても彼に子犬を授けなければならない。彼の望みを��えなければ。

俺は再び硬くなったペニスで彼をゆるゆると突き始める。いつか、その願いが叶うまで、何回も何十回も、命が果てるまで彼の中に俺の精子を注ぎ込む。

ああ、本当に、彼を孕ませたい。

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Afterglowでの押しカプはゴースト x ジェット（oc）ですが、ハイブリッドＡＵの押しカプはソープ犬×ルイス（oc）です。

英語に翻訳される際に一番困るのがエッチな単語。日本語のエッチな言葉が英語になると急に医学用語になり萎える。もっと英語のエッチなスラングを勉強しないといけないかも…

例えば「裏筋・urasuji」はfrenulum of prepuce of penisになっちゃうんだけど、どうやってエロい表現に訳せばいいの？教えてエッチな人。

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar), Lu Ten/Yue (Mentioned), Katara & Sokka (Avatar), Hakoda & Katara (Avatar), Druk & Zuko (Avatar), Lu Ten & Zuko, Toph Beifong & Zuko, Toph Beifong & Katara Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Druk (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Agni Kai Triad (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Lu Ten, Yue (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Suki (Avatar) Additional Tags: Zutara Week 2022 (Avatar), Zutara Week, Round Robin, Modern AU with Bending, MeetCute, Identity Reveal, Slight Mentions of Gang politics, The Order of the White Lotus (Avatar), Hurt Zuko (Avatar) Summary:

While taking a shortcut through a park near the old Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se, Katara runs into an interesting dog and the dog's interesting owner. For the next few days, they share a morning walk and surprisingly deep secrets with one another. Katara is a little disappointed when her new friend stops showing one morning, until she finds the dog, alone and lost, and is pulled into danger she never anticipated. Also unexpected is how she appears to be falling for somebody who should be a sworn enemy.

I'm very excited to introduce this project to you. This year, for @zutaraweek, I decided to try a Round Robin with any writers who were keen. We each picked at least one of the weekly prompts and, like an impromptu acting class, followed on the story from where the previous writer left off. It's been amazing getting to know the other writers and seeing how their unique perspectives, skills and passions mold and shape the story. @ekwolfwriter-blog, @the-badger-mole, @marijayne-writing, @ryu-slayer: thank you all for trying this out with me!

It's my privilege to kick us off with day one. Please stay tuned for the rest as the week progresses!

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#4

NORTH STARS: PART II

PART I IS HERE

It’s one of the best days of the year! Today is @lizanthium 's birthday, which means that today is the reason we all get blessed by her presence, her art, her brain and her existence in general. Happy birthday, my dear twin. I offer you the ending of a story I’ve given you a beginning to, so that you can infer all the middle bits with no effort on my part. ;P In all seriousness: you sparkle so well, and it’s always a privilege to have some of your light in my life in whatever form it comes in. Here is to many more years blessed with growth and quiet moments and creativity and good family and friends. 

Without a word, Katara padded to her brother’s side and sat beside him on the edge of the ice walkway. Even through her parka, the ice was chilly, but she made herself ignore the sensation in order to sit very still and watch the horizon. Sokka sighed beside her, and Katara watched from the corner of her eye as he turned a very misshapen carving of an otter seal over and over in his gloved fingers. 

“Are you going to do it?” she asked, after a moment, still innocently studying the horizon like her heart wasn’t in her throat at the possibilities of what that evening could bring. Both potential outcomes made her on edge, but the emotions behind the quickened pulse were as different as the way the river could twist. 

“I don’t know,” Sokka all but whispered, glum. “I don’t… Our tribe is counting on me. Dad and Bato are counting on me.” He glanced around a little theatrically. “Aang being able to stay hidden for a while longer and just… goof off and be a kid… The very tentative end to a hundred years of war… I could screw that all up by stopping that wedding. For a woman I’ve known for only three months. Three months, Katara.” 

There were a hundred things Katara wanted to say to him, but some of them were tainted with frustration and hurt, and Katara was learning to keep those inside until their blades were dulled a little bit. Not every battle had to be fought with blood and wounds. A lesson that still sometimes tasted bitter. But, with hands that were learning how to heal people with the gift that thrummed like blood and breath inside of her, Katara clasped Sokka’s hand. And squeezed. He squeezed back, and she remembered that he was only sixteen, and she dropped her head onto his shoulder. 

For a long moment, they were both quiet. Katara’s thoughts were on the Fire Nation ships that had come into the Northern waters that morning, and the handful of people clad in red who had been allowed to descend the gangplanks into the Northern Water Tribe. And her thoughts were on her father and Bato and the other select men and women from the South who had arrived the day before. And then she thought to Chief Arnook, and the Northern Tribe’s council of Elders, and all the arguments that could be made of all they’d done wrong and right during the war and during this situation. Would they be ruining hard-earned peace between the Water Tribes and the world, and the beginning of better relations between Water Tribes with their plan? Possibly. Was said plan only going to fulfil the selfish whims of four teenagers? Also possible. 

But just as possible was finding the long-lost Avatar in an iceberg three months after a hundred years of war had ended because there was suddenly the desperate, hopeful chance she could learn Waterbending, and she’d already been eagerly practising. Just as possible was the fact that Yue was right, and the Spirits had organised things to happen this way, and some things were just destiny, and the adults just had to… be helped to see it. Or, if she couldn’t get her head around being that important to the Spirits, then she could at least hope for the fact that they were unimportant enough for destiny to still flow around them, even if they altered the course just slightly. Just slightly enough for four unimportant teenagers to be a little bit selfish. 

“Are you going to do something even if I don’t?” Sokka asked her, and Katara smiled, fondly, at how well her brother knew her. 

“Yes,” she told him, only a tiny bit unsure of her answer even though she and Zuko had taken a large chunk of the three months they’d known each other to even become friends. Her heart was just… sure.  “I really think it’s worth it to try.” 

Sokka laughed, not unkindly, and pulled away from her a little, making Katara have to lift her head. Once she was sitting upright, Sokka pulled off his glove, jabbed his thumb to his chest and then painted an invisible mark on her forehead. She knew he was painting the Mark of the Brave, even though she hadn’t been through her ice dodging ceremony just yet. She rolled her eyes at him, but there was fondness in her for the brother who was braver than he thought he was, and was probably about to find that all out for himself. 

“Give your hand here,” she instructed instead of turning things as sappy as she wanted to, and she began to heal all the little cuts the carving knife had left on him. 

***

There was no good moment to interrupt a marriage ceremony, Katara learned that day. But Sokka, brilliant as he was at strategy, somehow managed to crash in at the moment that almost made the most sense. Or, perhaps it wasn’t planning at all. Perhaps the words had just burst out of him in giddy adrenalin as Yue and Zuko were instructed to stand beside one another in the presence of their gathered witnesses. 

“I am Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe!” Sokka yelled, cutting across Elder Anik’s grand speech in a squeaky, breathless rush. It was so unexpected that even Katara jumped in surprise. “And I — I — I do not condone this match!” 

The second bit, at least, came out a little bit stronger. Katara heard her father inhale sharply behind her, and she quickly bent the ice under his feet slick, causing him to suddenly slip and have to cling onto Bato, who almost fell at the sudden, crashing weight. She’d apologise later. Right now, Sokka needed to be able to say his piece. Her brother caught her eye, and she nodded, and he squared his shoulders and turned back to the Northern Water Tribe Elders and Fire Lord Iroh and the four Fire Sages he’d brought with him, all who were staring at Sokka with varying degrees of quiet surprise. 

“Boy,” one of the Elders boomed. “You do not—” 

“I have every right to object!” Sokka fired back at him, head thrown back proudly. “The North has violated one of the very oldest promises between the sister tribes, and I, son of the current chief of the Southern Water Tribe, will not be silent and allow it to go grossly unaddressed for another year.” 

Yue’s eyes were transfixed on Sokka as she reached out and gripped Zuko’s hand. Zuko, on the other hand, was warily alternating his gaze between the five Fire Nation representatives, the Northern Elders and the Southern representatives, entire body tense as though ready to fight. She realised, with a twist in her heart, that he expected somebody to attack Sokka for his interruption, and he was getting ready to intervene. To protect, like nobody had done for him. Once again, she was sad that Ozai hadn’t come to the North Pole so that she had no chance to accidentally drown the man. 

“Sokka,” Hakoda said, almost sharper than Katara had ever heard him. 

Elder Oki cut across her father. “The South is not truly independent,” he sneered. “The title of chief that your father holds gives him as much power as one of us Elders. If that.” 

Instead of cowing Sokka, this only made him stand taller and take a step closer to the Elders. “Exactly. The Southern Water Tribes, plural, were always meant to be under the leadership and protection of the North. Protection. Where were you in the last hundred years? Where were you in the raids that stole our Waterbenders from us? The ones that killed my mother?” Oki’s mouth snapped shut, whatever he was going to say evidently getting knocked out of him. “If any of the Water Tribes deserve compensation from the Fire Nation, it is us.” The Fire Lord’s eyebrow raised, and he tilted his head to the side, as though agreeing. “The North, our great ‘big sister’, the seat where our Chief resides, did not even offer us that reparation. They simply asked for a few delegates to come and watch the wedding. Without discussion. Without apology for years of silence.” 

There was certainly silence in the hall as Sokka took a pause, his chest heaving slightly. The same emotions that were clearly thrumming through him were in Katara’s chest, heavy and achingly hot. Some instinct made her glance at Zuko to find that his wary tracking had stopped and he was, instead, watching her. Okay? he mouthed at her, and some of the tension in her chest left as she gave him a small smile and a little nod. 

Sokka didn’t let them stew for too long. “There is only one way to make reparations between North and South. Only one way to repair the brotherhood that has been broken here for so long. And that is the promise that should have been ours over generations: the good faith, unity, and celebration of marriage. That is what I am demanding on behalf of my people.” 

The silence shattered to murmurs that rippled at different decibels across the room, people leaning in to whisper to one another. Only Sokka, Katara, Zuko and Yue stood perfectly still and perfectly upright. 

“Sokka, son,” Chief Arnook said, and his gentle tone couldn’t quite cover the grief there. Katara noticed he was pointedly not looking or speaking to her father at all. “I… I understand your hurt. But there has been a war treaty signed between —” 

“The treaty was signed to honour unity and to step forward into peace with good faith,” Zuko interrupted, voice clear and usual awkwardness completely gone. He stared Arnook head on, and only the way his free hand trembled gave away how much speaking up was costing him. “If I were still to marry Princess Yue, knowing all this that has been brought to light, it would be a violation of the very thing the marriage is supposed to stand for.” 

“Prince Zuko,” the Fire Lord said, and nobody in the room could miss how Zuko flinched instinctively. In the too-long pause that followed, Yue did what Katara longed to do but could not and placed a subtle hand on the small of Zuko’s back, rubbing small circles there to try and soothe him. The Fire Lord very briefly closed his eyes in what Katara thought might have been sorrow at his nephew’s reaction. “And Warrior Sokka. What is it that you would both suggest?” The Elders started murmuring louder, so the Fire Lord turned a mild gaze to Chief Arnook. “It would be worthwhile to hear them out, I think, Chief?” he asked, with a little bow. 

Chief Arnook, lips pressed together into a very thin line, waved his hand in agreement and in offer for Sokka to continue. Zuko looked over at Sokka, who suddenly looked very unsure. Alarmed, Katara started mentally willing him to scrape it back together. 

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While the Music Lasts (20333 words) by JustAnotherGhostwriter Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar), Aang & Toph Beifong & Katara & Sokka & Suki & Zuko, Hakoda & Katara & Sokka (Avatar)

@zutaramonth day 25: Modern AU

A retelling of ATLA Book three in a college classical band AU. With lots of past and present and hints of future Zutara. With an added playlist for your listening needs.

24 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

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Chapters: 2/15 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar)

Waiting in the courtyard after the messy, terrible Agni Kai against Azula, Katara and Zuko aren't sure what to expect next. When news does come, it's devastating: Aang has failed to stop Ozai. Run. Hide. We'll find you when it's safe.

They obey the order, fail to disobey the order, and find a little temporary space for a while, until they can rejoin what is left of the plan to stop the Phoenix King from destroying the world. And they wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And learn that life has a way of carrying on even in the midst of war and failure. And then, as it always must, their past finally meets their present, and Katara and Zuko need to once again define what makes them who they are, and the roles they are willing to play in destiny.

28 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

NORTH STARS: PART I

PART II IS HERE.

I promise this won’t be very a long author’s note so, in summary: life really Got Real for a while there, and I lost the time to write at all. Most of the things I write and put out to the world mean something to me, but my current long project is weighty in a way that’s possibly also just a lot of self-pressure. Either way, I couldn’t leap right back into it after Februarch, and it’s Zutara Month, and my dearest and most beloved Northern Twin, @lizanthium, who deserves the best of the world, is not getting the best of the world right now.

Of course Liz’s SWT Zuko AU was the first thing I thought of when I saw today’s prompt. But I’ve already made a mess in that universe enough, so I decided to be Extra TM by writing her a “get well soon, I think you’re awesome so just keep being you, I believe in you so much” little thing set in an AU of her AU. If you’re new here: writing fic of fic is, horrifyingly and shamefully, like my signature anime attack move.

So here you go! I joked once about doing a Shakespearean/fairytale-Disney AU in which Zuko was set up in an arranged marriage with Yue, and then he and Yue fall head over heels in love (at first sight-ish, hence the Disney vibes) with both parts of the SWT delegation that come to celebrate their wedding. Cue the Shakespearean comedy and angst vibes as everybody tries to figure themselves out. So this isn’t, exactly, Southern Water Tribe Zuko. Yet. But I’ll submit it to the tag in a vain hope it makes the mark, somehow. Here are two planned beginning snippets of the AU for the worldbuilding feels, and then one scene that I didn’t plan to write but that needed to see the light of day because @barelyaware drew such hysterical and amazing fanart for it.

Liz, you’re so special. May this brighten your week at least a little. Thank you for your brain in which the SWT Zuko AU exists.

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“The way forward to find your own North Star is not to think or feel your way forward, but to dissolve the thoughts and feelings that are actually lies. You don’t have to learn your destiny — you already know it; you just have to unlearn the thoughts that blind you to what you know.” — Martha Beck.

She had always longed to be included in the war meetings her father and the tribe Elders held. Or, barring that stretch of custom, at least the serious meetings where tribe matters were discussed and decided. Yue was, after all, their princess, and one day to rule beside their chief. She had been brought up understanding and accepting that her husband would get her father’s title and responsibilities, but, as she grew older, she secretly looked at her father, ruling without her mother by his side, and wondered what would happen to her should the Spirits take the tribe’s next chief from them early. What if they had no son by that time, or had one, but he was too young? What would happen to the tribe if she did not know enough to keep them afloat until a new chief could come? Yue had never known how to broach such fears with her father, however, and so she had kept them to herself and to her prayers.

Now, finally sitting in a war meeting, Yue wished she had never longed for this moment to come and, in equal measure, wished that she had asked for it sooner. Her father’s face was as grave as a wall of black ice, but there was also a lack of his usual steadiness about him that frightened her beneath her own forced stillness and straight back. Yue couldn’t place where it appeared to be missing; was it in his shoulders or his hands or the way his eyes looked around the room? It occurred to her, with deep sadness, that perhaps it was she that was different; that the mirage that had hung around her father for so long had finally dissipated as they came to this moment, and she saw him as simply a man. Still wise and strong and worthy of all her love, but just a man.

Her husband would be just a man, too, she tried to remind herself, even as the Elders around her spoke about letting a monster into their midst. They were angry, distrustful, frightened, proud, and they had every right to be this way, but also no right at all. Yue understood that those two things could both be true, because she’d grown up learning to walk the line between two realities tugging in different directions. It both amused and alarmed her that these men she respected and loved and who protected her home did not seem to have a grasp on a truth that would be needed for the coming days. But she sat silent, and let the waves roll around her, waiting for the moment she would be heard if she spoke instead of trying to fight the tide that was stronger than her.

“We will have two men with Princess Yue at all times,” Elder Kiugak stated.

“Two is too few!” Elder Anik argued.

“If we place more around her, we will be telling the Fire Lord that we distrust his request for peace,” Elder Kiugak argued back.

“We do distrust him!” Elder Oki spoke up. “It is enough that we are agreeing to having an Ashmaker here in our city. The request to make peace by setting that thing as our one day chief is an insult that will anger the Spirits and the people we have laid to rest in this ground. It is enough that it has come to this! We cannot allow him to think that he will be treated with anything except the suspicion and disdain that his kind requires, even —”

“Thank you, Oki,” Arnook interrupted, loud but steady.

If Oki was allowed to continue, his rant would only grow like an avalanche. There was not a single person in the Northern Water Tribe who was happy about the terms of peace that they had arrived at with Fire Lord Iroh. But they also all knew that the war could not continue. As much as they’d walled themselves off and had managed to escape from Azulon’s ruthlessness, it was only a matter of time. And the rest of the world had burned. This was as much admitting defeat gracefully as it was atoning for the years they’d been wilfully blind to the suffering of those elsewhere. Or, at least, Yue hoped so.

“Perhaps,” Elder Anik interjected, giving Yue a side look full of pity, “we should ask the princess what would make her feel safe and work from that.”

“Yue?” her father asked her, nearly free of inflection.

Yue took a deep breath and raised her head higher and painted a small smile on her face. “If it will make you feel better, then please give me a guard. But I feel that none are necessary.” Protests shot up from every corner of the room, but Yue kept her gaze forward and her head high. When her father’s sweeping gaze landed on hers again, she continued, seizing her opportunity to speak. “We have few men as it is; we cannot afford having many simply standing around me, idle. Especially since Prince Zuko is coming alone, without any guards, friends or even servants.”

“Princess Yue —”

“Princess—”

“— a Firebender and —”

“—the Ashmaker—”

“Prince Zuko,” Yue said, firmly emphasising his title, “has given his word and his consent to this marriage and this treaty as Fire Lord Iroh has. Master Pakku. You trust the Fire Lord, do you not?”

There was the faintest smile on Pakku’s face; an almost approval. “I do, Princess.”

“And I trust Master Pakku’s judgement. I also trust the judgement of my Elders and of my Chief. I choose to trust that they would not have offered me in marriage to somebody whom they believed was a dishonourable liar only coming here to kill or destroy or colonise. Am I wrong?” Still with a face of innocence, Yue looked from face to face. All but Pakku’s eyes slid from hers. Pakku was definitely smirking faintly. “I did not think so, because I know of the love you have for me and for this tribe. And I know that your hearts are set on peace. And so I choose to give Prince Zuko the benefit of the doubt, because that is what I wish to start my engagement on. That is what I wish to be the foundation of my marriage and Prince Zuko’s rule over this tribe one day.”

There was a ring of silence. “Princess,” Oki finally blustered. “You have a good and kind heart, but the Ashm— the Fire Nation is a treacherous—” He stopped as he realised how close he was coming to slandering his chief, the Fire Lord and the intelligence of those who had combed through the wording of the treaty and had finally accepted the terms. “What happens if he harms you?”

“Then I will go for help,” Yue replied, giving him a soft, gentle smile. “And if he kills me, then there are repercussions you can take on the Fire Nation. And Hahn will become the next chief, as was the original intent before this treaty. Elders, death is not something you can keep at bay. We all know this. I know this deeply.” She fingered her Spirit-touched white hair. “And I choose to believe in the Spirits, in our people, in the reported love Fire Lord Iroh has for his nephew, and in the good intentions of people who are soon to be tied with ours forever. We agreed to embrace them as members of our tribe. Let us not be as dishonourable as we are accusing them of being.”

Yue let them talk and argue and complain and half-slither around things they didn’t want to say outright after that, content that she had had her peace. When the meeting finally ended, her father motioned for her to stay, and she did so until they were alone. They walked out the hall side-by-side in a heavy silence.

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[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"hey, cyno." kami's over at cyno's and chongyun's apartment, and currently, he's hanging upside down on the sofa. "cyno you like wordplay." kicking his feet a little, kami moves his phone to the side, before letting it drop to the floor. "what if we got like, one of those mad libs games. like, an app on the phone or something. there's probably a million we can pick from. and we can even go get snacks while your sweetheart is streaming."

stretching out his arms, kami makes kissy noises at chang'e. the dog comes bouncing over, rubbing her face all over his. kami then grabs at her and starts petting her. it's a little difficult while upside down, and he doesn't relish the idea of the dog being this in his face, but he's in a decent enough mood to tolerate it.

"whoever laughs the hardest has to pick the next game, and i bet you can't get me to laugh at all." (modern au, best friends being soft together <3)

"I hope you have a whole list of games ready; I'm pretty good at schooling my features." It was hard to tell whether Cyno was being serious or joking, and that was precisely the point. Usually, he felt like he had no control at all when it came to expressing the right emotion to put others at ease. His brief stint in the entertainment industry had told him so, anyway.

But then there was also the polar opposite effect. The way his eyes seemed to shine brighter the moment Kaminari had invited him to a challenge. Trials, tests of courage, games... Those were Cyno's strongest weakness, and there wasn't a time he could remember saying no to anything that wasn't illegal to do for fun. Even some arguably reckless things, someone could say.

"Chang'e, bring it!" He called, patting one hand on his thigh. The husky's ears perked up, and she did a double take on her owner. Cyno may not be her favorite, but he'd trained her well. She was a handful, but loved to work.

And what better task right now than nipping her teeth on Kami's shirt and drag him off the sofa, across the floor in his direction? Those videos teaching commands for snow rescue dogs had been such a cool addition to her training regime.

[clowncalvary]

Reading All of Garfield (Up Until This Point) The 1980 Post

I have done it again folks. I have managed to be too overambitious in my endeavours. I really watched The Garfield Video and went "pssh, weak, only 1000 Garfield comics? They are three panels! That isn't too much, why wouldn't he just read all of it? I can read all of it!"

Ya know, like an idiot. So, now I am here, and by god I refuse to bend, I can and WILL read all of Garfield (up until 5/1/2024, when I started this fool journey). I have read all of Homestuck TWICE, and the Crowstrider AU (ALSO TWICE!! Sidenote: If you like Homestuck or even just have a base understanding of the events of Homestuck, but felt is was missing something, check out The Crow Strider AU, it is a really good and a well written story!)

I Refuse To Be Defeated by Garfield.

Unlike Jon who isn't even trying to save his food at his point. ALSO! LYMAN HAS BEEN SPOTTED!! Always weird to be reminded that Odie is not Jon's dog.

I know the joke is that his head swelled up because of the cold, but for a moment I thought his body just strank. Peak Garfield right here.

Oh we love a good Lyman living his best life right here~

Hey, Jon, you aren't supposed to be questioning things like that!

I am so pleased that Jon is actually a country boy that moved out to the city. I recommend this little arc because Jon's parents are hilarious.

Okay, now this one is a little interesting because it is the only one that I've seen that is black and white. Apparently this is because all the original comics were in black and white, but Jim Davis went back and colorized all the old strips! This must have been one of the few that wasn't translated to color, very cool!

I'm surprised that Garfield even cared, I myself have been known to eat myself some raw biscuit dough.

I'm including this because this is such a weird thing to say to anyone, let along your cat. Jon, please do not go onto Rule 34....

AWE, GARFIELD SHOWING SOME ACTUAL LOVE AND AFFECTION TO NERMAL IS SO NEAR AND DEAR TO MY HEART!!!!

Jon is the most accurate cat owner that I've ever actually seen. Me too, Jon, me too.

Imagine your cat calling you a bimbo for giving you a bath 10/10

Lyman has shown up again! There was a three month hiatus, but he hasn't been edited out of the story yet!

This is exactly how my moirail acts after they seek out shit they KNOW is going to frighten them! This series of comics is absolutely so fucking cute too and absolutely how cats act when you make eye contact with them too long.

I think if a thug was dressed like this and tried to rob me I'd think they were doing a bit at first.

WHEN WILL YOU LEARN!? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSIQUENCES!?!?

I'm not going to lie, Garfield deserves this for all the shit he gives Odie. And if this entire arc is just Odie fuckin' with him, I support it!

:0 Garfield's family!? His grandpa is so scrunkly and I love how much Garfield is so excited to see him, and his grandpa is just so over everything,,,, After further reading I have decided that his grandpa sucks actually.

God, me too, Garfield. If I could get out of every awkward conversation by revealing new information about myself I absolutely would.

Oh, oh I know logically that Garfield's last name would have to be Arbuckle, but it has always been "The Cat" in my mind's eye. This was such a rude awakening to the psyche. And on CHRISTMAS too!?

I mean, he is using less power this way?

How....how did he fit in that bowl???? Like, the demensions are not demensioning! Either that or Jon Arbuckle is secretly The Doctor.

[mizzgay]

Triping on the alarms

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Someone keeps breaking into your jewelry store and there's this beautiful red head cop. You want to make your move, but how? tripping on the alarms of your store of course, and now you're getting brought to the station by her.

A/n: It took a while to finish this one but her it is. I'm actually starting to write a college au series with Wanda but I'm so damn busy these days.

It was almost 6 pm, there were no costumers left at the jewelry store, so you decided to close it. You made sure everything was closed, but today you were rushing to get home to watch you favorite movie, and you then forgot to close a window.

It has always been your dream of owning your own shop since you were a kid, it kinda feels nice to be on your own and make your own decisions.

When you got home, you unlocked the door and loud barks welcomed you home. You kneeled and opened your arms and you're suddenly tackled by your furry friend, sure, it was kind of lonely to have no one around the house, except you, but that didn't mattered because you got your dog, Luna.

You went to your bedroom and changed your clothes, you then opened the tv and put on your favorite movie that you've probably watched a million times, Luna then climbed up the bed and rests her head on your lap, you stroked her fur causing her fall asleep. After you watched the movie, you turned off the tv and slept.

Luna woke you up by barking loudly and licking your face, you giggled but then decided to push her away gently, you then got ready to go to your shop.

When you got to your near your jewelry store, the first thing you saw was a woman in cop uniform standing outside, she seems to be talking to someone over the walkie-talkie, she suddenly then turned to you and stopped talking to whoever the one she's talking to before.

You walked near her and you can't help but feel attracted to this woman, her red hair, her green enchanting eyes and her smile.

God, I haven't met anyone this beautiful. You thought.

"Good morning maam, are you the owner of this store?" the woman said.

"Yes, that would be me, why?"

"Earlier this morning, the alarms on your store went off, someone broke-in the store and took all the money."

Oh my god, shit!

You suddenly ran inside the shop and found the drawer where you put all the money in, opened and the money inside were gone. You looked around and saw the opened window, you should've made sure everything was closed off last night and now the money that you needed to help pay for your daily needs were now gone.

The woman also came inside the store and looked at you, you met her eyes and you were instantly distracted by how beautiful those green eyes are, you almost forgot everything that just happened, until the officer spoke.

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"Y-yes I'm fine, I'm Y/n by the way,"

"Wanda Maximoff" she sent you another smile that made your knees weak.

"I'm sorry for what happened, but I'll make sure to catch whoever stole your money. Good thing no jewlry was taken though.

"Thank you officer, I should've clossed the window last night, really."

"Please, just call me Wanda"

"Well then, thanks again Wanda"

Wanda left the store leaving you smiling, she's very attractive for a police officer and you can't stop thinking about her for the rest of the day. The money was not really important to you, now that you met the Wanda.

Your phone rang suddenly breaking you from your trance. You looked over your phone and answered it.

"Bitch, why aren't you responding my texts?!"

"Good Morning to you too, Nat."

"Good Morning. Are you still alive?"

"Of course I'm perfectly fine, I forgot I put my phone on silent last night and I haven't been on my phone, plus, someone broke-in in my store today."

"What? How did they get in?"

"I accidentally left a window open last night because I was rushing to get home to watch a movie." You heard Natasha sigh on the phone.

"Do you know who broke in?"

"No but there was this beautiful officer named Wanda, standing in front of my bookstore earlier and she told me that she'll figure who it was."

"God, you're so gay"

"Oh don't act like you don't have the hots for Maria" I know she's blushing at the other side of the call. "Plus I can't help it, she's really hot"

"Goodluck on your hot officer then, and make sure to invite me to your wedding. I go to go though, unlike you, I'm not the boss of me at work, so goodbye, oh, and don't ever foget to answer my messages again or I'll litterally climb to your window at night and drag you somewhere where you wouldn't be find." At that, Nat hangs up the phone and you were laughing on your best friend's words.

You continued to wait until some costumers came in, you greeted them with a smile and yes, maybe you need to work extra to get the amount of money that were stolen from you, but that's alright because your one of the famous jewelry shops in the city so it wouldn't be that hard.

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After another long day at your bookstore you decided that it was time for you to go home, you checked your phone one last time and saw Nat's message.

Bitch who's in love with Maria changed your name to Bitch who's in love with Wanda

Bitch who's in love with Maria: Hey! just got home from work, cheking in to see if you're not dead.

You: I'm fine Nat, thanks for checking in on me, I'm gonna go home now too.

Bitch who's in love with Maria: Okay good. Make sure everything's 101% locked and secured and get home safely.

You: Yes Ma'am... Will definitely check everything.

You turned off your phone and closed off the store, this time, you also took the money that you made today just in case. After you locked the door, you got to your car and drove home.

At that night you dreamed about Wanda, and how her smile just makes your heart beat faster. Everything about her is perfect and you just hope you can see her again. Maybe you'll have the courage to ask her for coffee tommorow so you can thank her and also get to know her more.

You were woken up from your slumber because of Luna licking your face again, you went to the kitchen and ate breakfast with Luna who finished hers before you.

When you got to your jewelry shop, there she was again, Wanda, standing by the door, you noticed that door were already opened, so you rushed to her to know what happened.

"Wanda, hi" you were genuinely confused why was she here again and why the door was already opened.

"Oh hi Y/n, hate to say it to you but someone broke in again last night, they got in by breaking the lock on the door and the alarm went off again, the station told me to check on it and it seems like they tried to break the glass of the jewelries on display but it didn't work" she explained

"Oh my god, why did this keep happening" you were very frustrated on what happened today and yesterday, good thing you took the money you made yesterday or else they could've took that too.

"Good news is that there was cameras on the opposite building and I think we know who broke in yesterday and possibly today" you sighed in relief knowing that they'll be able to catch whoever that person was.

"Good thing I didn't left money this time"

"Yeah, good thing. But I wondered why they came back again"

"Probably to see if the window is open again"

"Yeah, must be"

There was a short moment of silence and you know this is your chance to strike up a conversation with her.

"How long have you been in the police department, Wanda?"

"4 years, me and my brother actually both became officers together, it was both our dream" you notice Wanda with sentiment in her eyes.

"Where's your brother now?"

"He passed away 2 years ago, Pietro was shot while he was evacuating hostages to safety" Wanda looked down at her fingers.

"I'm sorry that happened to him Wanda, and thank you for sharing that to me" you gently touched her hands and she looked up to meet your eyes again.

"It's alright, he was just the funniest and kindest brother you'll have. I remembered when we were kids, he would let me pick any show I'd want to watch, I always pick The Dick Van Dyke Show I absolutely loved it" Wanda chuckled at the memory of her brother.

"I actually like shows and movies too. Have you seen Friends?" she smiled at your question and nodded.

You both talked for a while, and you didn't seem to notice the time until your first costumer of the day walks in. You just talked about all the things you both love and you feel so much closer to her.

"It seems like I have to go now, I still have work to do and you have a store to run" she winked. "Hopefully I can see you next time, but not when someone breaks-in again." you chuckled and waved goodbye to her.

Another person entered the store but you were still thinking about the conversation you had with Wanda.

You smiled at yourself and you feel all the butterflies in your stomach going wild. You can't help but be all smiley.

"Oh my god your such in a gay mess right now" you were startled by a voice that was talking behind you and when you turned, you saw Natasha smirking.

"Jesus Nat! you scared the shit out of me" she just chuckled and leaned back to the shelf that was right behind her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Whaat? can't I just go in here because I miss you?"

"Nope, I know you do not. Anyways what is it?"

"Well you know, Maria's birthday is coming up and I'm planning on buying her a beautiful jewelry, and you so happens to own a jewelry store" you smiled in amusement when she instantly blushed.

"And you say I'm the one who's in a gay mess." I teased "But since you're my best friend and that I want for you an Maria to date, I'm going to help you" Natasha's face lighten up, you absolutely know Nat's crush on Maria but at this point you really think she's in love with her.

You were looking around for the perfect jewelry for Maria and Nat decided on a necklace.

"Really? that?"

"What? what's wrong with it"

"No offense Nat, but giving necklaces are like the from shit romance movies, no originality to it."

"What do you want me to pick then? "

"Here." You gave her a pair of sliver earings with a small sapphire gem attached to it. "Take these, they'll match Maria's eyes"

"Thanks Y/n"

"No problemo"

You and Nat then went to the counter and she paid for the earings.

"Will there no be a 50% discount for me?" She fluttered her eyes trying to convince you

"No,"

"Yes."

"Okay fine, as long as you invite me to your wedding" You smirked at her blushing face quoting what she said the last time you called her.

"Don't worry I will, you'll be the flower girl." she winked and you both laughed. "speaking of weddings and partners... How's your hot officer?" Now it was your turn to blush.

"It's alright, we've just been talking before you went in"

"It's been literally 2 days and you haven't made a single move on her, what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know to be honest, I'm just so nervous around her"

"Well you better make you move because based on how your so soft around her, she's one rare woman" you were thinking on what she said and that Wanda is a woman anyone would want and you don't want to lose your chance with her by just doing nothing, besides, it's better to try and fail than to never tried at all, right?

"Yeah, you're right and maybe I can think of a way to ask her out"

"That's the spirit! now finish up your job and then we can focus on our love lives." And with that, Nat left the store. A costumer then went in front of you, and you continued your work.

To be honest the person that stole your money and tried to break the glass to steal some jewelries was forgotten, but the image of a certain cop filled your thoughts for the rest of the day. You have to deal with the dented glass later 'cause you can't help but smile at the image of her in your mind again, she's squeezing in her way to your heart but you're not complaining.

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It was now the day after someone tried to steal from the shop. After you left your house and went to the jewelry store, you saw Wanda again and you can't help but be excited on seeing her, the possibility of someone robbing your shop didn't cross your mind as you were smitten with the redhead.

"Any break-ins again today officer?" you teasingly asked

"Oh so you're gonna be happy if someone stole something from your store again?" she teased back

"I'd be sad about it but the officer that checks in on it, is great company." she smiled and her nose scrunched so adorably

"I hope you still enjoy my company even though there's no break-ins this time"

"So why are you here?" you asked her

"Woah! Want me to leave already? I thought you enjoyed spending time with me"

"Your such an idiot." You opened the door to the bookstore and let Wanda in.

"I'm very offended by your words Y/n" she holds her chest pretending to be offended. "Anyways, I have great news for you. We already found who broke in your store."

"Who is it?" Wanda grabbed her phone and opened it, she showed me a cctv footage from last night and the night before. It was a man probably not older than thirty climbing through the opened window with a hammer on his hand, after a few minutes he got out again in the same window he got in.

The man who's in the second video was the same man that climbed in the window. His face was much more distinguishable than the first video. He has a brown hair and he has a trimmed beard.

"His name is Scott Lang, we also saw him breaking in to another store last night, he's actually in the station, brought in for questioning," She explained. "He also told us that he'll just pay for the all the damages he did, he said he was just desperate for money because his daughter's birthday is coming up and he wants to buy her a toy"

You honestly feel sad for the man now, he just wants to buy something for his daughter on her birthday.

"It's alright, he didn't have to pay me back for the money he stole or the damage he made to the glass" You said

"Really?"

"Yeah, he seems like a good guy and he can keep the money." Wanda looked shocked but then she smiled.

"You're a really good person Y/n" You feel your cheeks warming when you met her eyes.

"Well then, I hope you have a nice day Y/n, I'll be off to work to tell Scott the news."

"Of course, thanks again Wands!" You didn't even the notice the nickname slip-up you said but you saw Wanda smile wider.

For the rest of the day, you continued working. As soon as you opened the door to your house, you saw your phone light up. It was Natasha

"Heey Natty, what's up?"

"You know I hate that nickname! " She said but to be honest, the tone of her voice is higher making you think she really doesn't hate it or she's just really really happy today. "Anyways, I have great news!" She's very energetic today you thought.

"Hmm, let me guess, you and Maria are dating now?" you smirked when you heard her gasp

"Oh come on! I was gonna tell it first!"

"It was obvious enough from the tone of your voice that it's about Maria, because you never shut up about her" you heard her grumble on the phone. "Now tell me, how did it go?"

"Well, she actually asked me first and we went to the park and got ice creams together" She sighed dreamily remembering their date together. You gagged jokingly at her.

"But seriously, I'm happy that you're together Nat"

"Thanks Y/n, you also deserve someone. By the way, how is she?"

"Who?"

"Don't act dumb, you know, the cop, that you're so obsessed with," She teased

"Oh, Wanda? She's fine I guess"

"You guess? what happened to asking her out?"

"It's still not the right time to ask" You sighed and shrugged

"When is the right time then? It's fate that she's always checking at your jewelry store whenever someone breaks-in, grab your chance while you still can"

"I know, I know," You then heard noices from the end of Natasha's line.

"Hey Y/n, I'm sorry to cut our conversation but I need to go, I need to work on a paper I need to send to my boss tonight, but we'll talk some other time."

"It's alright Nat, good luck!" You heard a faint good bye and you hang up the call.

You were in deep thought again tonight, you know you should make a move, but how? You can't just go to the police station and ask her out, that would be weird, and you can't even ask her through text because you don't have her number! You had another idea on how to see her again, and it's stupid enough to get you arrested, but you'll do it, especially if it means getting arrested by a hot officer.

You woke up quite early and you went straight to work after doing your morning routine and saying goodbye to Luna.

This is stupid, this is stupid. you keep repeating on those words. You carefully opened the door inside. It's a motion detector alarm so you need to be careful not to be seen yet. The alarm is directed to the police station, and will make a loud noise when triggered, hopefully Wanda would come and check on it and you can finally ask her out.

You then so casually walk over to the alarm and as expected it rang loudly, it would take a while for Wanda to get there so you sat down. You were kind of nervous on how will this go, what will you say to her? You accidentally tripped on the alarm? that would be a lame excuse and she'll ask why you didn't turn it off after.

Will you say the truth then? that you've purposely turned off the alarm just to see her? now you were just a hundred times more nervous than you were.

While you were in your head, Wanda arrived with another cop with her, she saw movements inside the store so she carefully peeked who tripped the alarm this time. She was so surprised that she saw you just sitting there and doing nothing, she signals her colleague that it's safe.

She entered the bookstore and called your name. "Y/n?" she was confused why you would just sit there, were there really someone who broke-in again?

"Wanda?" God this is so akward now. You saw a man came inside with the same uniform wanda is wearing.

"What are you doing here?"

"I- umm... I thought maybe I could see you?" your cheeks are surely turning red now, you're so embarrassed by the situation you put yourself in.

"What?" she laughed, still confused. "Are you harmed or did someone tried to steal something again?"

"N-no, I just purposely turned off the alarm-" Wanda interrupted your sentence before you can finish.

"You purposely did it?" You were about to respond back but you hear sirens outside. Wanda turned to her back and saw 2 more police officers walking towards you.

Wanda talked to the officer and sighed. She walked back to you and chuckled "They said I have to get you to the police station because you set off the alarm and that you kind of disturbed the neighboring stores and I honestly thought it was a real threat."

She lead you to the police vehicle and you were panicking, why did you ever think it was a good idea to do that?

Wanda let you sit on a chair opposite to her with a table separating the both of you. Noticing your obvious panicked state, Wanda reassured you.

"Don't worry, they're not going to put you in jail" she smiled sweetly at you

"I have no idea why I just did that" you groaned dropping your face in your hands.

"Why did you really do it then?" she was smiling, amused by what just happened causing you to be embarrassed even more.

"I was trying to find a way to ask you out, cause I like you, but I don't have your number and I can't just walk in the police station and ask you out" you explained and she chuckled, you also smiled at yourself too.

"That's a very creative way to ask me out"

"I wouldn't say creative, stupid I'd say."

"It's not stupid, if you ask me out now, maybe it's all worth it?"

"Really?"

"Yeah" she nodded

"So Wanda, I know this isn't really the best place to ask someone out," you both chuckled and you continued "but I want to ask you, if you'd want to go on a date with me?"

"Yes, absolutely." Your moment was broken when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Oh my god! What the fuck happened Y/n?!"

"Nat, how did you know I was here?"

"I was calling you for the tenth time and your not picking up, so I went to your store and found police officers outside and I asked where you were and they said your in the station!" she was in distress and you were trying to calm her down "Are you going to jail? what did you do?!"

"I'm not going to jail Nat, I was just dumb enough to set off the alarm and hope to ask Wanda out this time. I just didn't expect this" gesturing to the room with your hands. Natasha scoffed and slapped her forehead with her palm.

"Why on earth would you do that?!!" she was yelling now and it kind of scared you, you know you shouldn't have done it knowing your best friend would find out and worry to her death about you, but you did it anyways.

"I-I don't know!"

Nat turned to Wanda and asked her, "Are you Wanda? the woman Y/n's so crazy about thay she almost got arrested to?"

"Yup, I'm Wanda, the woman Y/n's crazy for." Wanda grinned and you were beyond embarrassed because of Natasha.

"Listen, I'm sorry Wanda that you had to witness the idiocy of my best friend just because she's trying to ask her out but she's a good mess."

"I'm a police officer and I'll just have to deal with her because I just said yes to her asking me out."

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[exlimix1a]

I'm just going to emphasize the fact that you wanted questions. 1) In the Au of Wall-E there are other sun&Moon? (In the movie there were several Eva). 2) Are all humans aware that robots have feelings (or will be)? 3) The kids were able to leave with the reader once they returned to earth? 4) Humans who went to space gained weight? 5) Will we be able to have friendly interactions with Vanessa once Auto (or whoever the evil robot is) is dismantled? (In the movie the captain was very excited about what was involved on earth, imagining Vanessa like that is nice). 5) Do you think the humans who stayed will be able to get along with the ones who came back? After all they left the planet to rot. 6) Is the Eclipse form part of their coding or something that Moon&Sun developed? 7) Do they fly around like Eve? 8) How skilled are they at taking care of plants, or will the reader teach them once they are on earth? 9) Do they have a weakness for children or humans in general? 10) What will Sun and Moon do once the reader passes to another life? She can't live for centuries like the robots. 11) If Vanessa is the captain, does that mean she is kind of the owner of everything related to the fazbear franchise? 12) Will the reader end up with prosthetics or was that just an idea? 13) I understand that there are few animals, many of the large marine and terrestrial or carnivorous animals are extinct, do you think there is a way to revive them? Jurassic Park style, after all they have a lot of technology 13) How did they get water on land? 70% is water, and only 3% of that water is drinkable. 14) Maybe the reader can have dogs and cats once everything gets better? I suppose they are animals cared for by those of high rank so that they don't become extinct or reproduce out of control, and not something they allow youngsters to play with. (This is not for a fic, nope)

GETS BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH THIS ASK. YOU'RE RIGHT I DID WANT QUESTIONS OKAY

This gets long so it's going under a cut!

Not sure!! I think maybe that could be something up to interpretation- they could be unique, but it's also impractical for them to be the ONLY ones when the Earth is so large and they'd need multiple bots out there searching for life.

I think it's something that most humans are unsure of! Most of them still treat Robots kindly though- like looking at your Roomba and giving it a name and treating it like a little Creacher. It's this odd middle ground for the humans on the axiom- this limbo between believing in their sentience and believing that it's just their programming. They would fully learn later on!

I assume you mean the babies on the ship!! I think the nanny bots would still be good with taking care of them but Y/N would probably take them to the human headquarters to learn from experts about the world, it's history, and how to take care of it (and themselves!).

That's something I haven't been sure about! I like the message and themes of humanity becoming something unrecognizable in their generations of carefree dependence on the axiom after abandoning the Earth, but I also don't want to err on the side of fatphobia- I'm unsure of the right call here! Originally I made Y/N shaped like that, completely covered and with clothes like that (laced with metal and poofy) so that Sun and Moon wouldn't initially recognize them as human. Both because there's metal in their clothes and because they don't look like the humans they're used to. I don't want to make the human's physical appearances the butt of any joke, and as a fat woman myself I certainly don't want to make any fat folk feel bad because their bodies are framed as "bad end capitalism, a ridiculous outcome that we Cannot Let Happen." It's tricky! Let me know what y'all think. I could leave it up to you guys too!

Of course! She's not a bad person- she's just as much a victim of Fazcorp as everyone else on the ship. 5.2 (because the numbers are repeated and I don't want this to be confusing!) I think they'll get on just fine! C: It's been hundreds of years since the original humans left the Earth- these people are not their ancestors, and that's understood (though I'm sure their initial attitude is unsure and gruff about it). And to be fair, it isn't completely the original human's fault either. Fazcorp is the one that did it, destroying the Earth and leaving, and a lot of things that needed to happen probably weren't in a typical citizen's control. That isn't to say there's NOTHING they could have done. And I'm sure many tried. But the outcome of "Post-apocalyptic world destroyed by a single monopolizing organization destroying the Earth in their pursuit of money and control" isn't something that happens with Fazcorp coming out with a squeaky-clean moral record. They had their avalanche of illegal, shady activities and deals. And when one company has a monopoly on EVERYTHING? There's little people can do unless they ALL unite together. And they didn't, not in time.

It's not part of their coding! They hadn't ever done it before the scene that I sketched out. It comes out with extreme emotions that are mutual between the both of them- intense stress, anger, panic, etc.

They do!! When Sun-E first arrives, he zooms around and flies much like EVE does C:

Y/N teaches them how to take care of plants! Their original purpose was only to find life and bring it back as proof, but they didn't know a thing about growing plants and keeping them alive at first. Something they and Y/N can bond over!

I'd like to think they do! It may not be programmed into them the same, but I think they like kids. Children are the most likely to treat a robot as a person anyway- humans pack bond easily in general, but children are just generally more open-minded.

ON GOD EVERY TIME THIS THOUGHT COMES INTO MY HEAD I JUST BRUSH IT OFF. YEAH y/n (probably) can't live forever but I'm not sure what comes after! Sun and Moon will have other people in their life to lean on and they'll probably go forward with Y/N in their heart, determined to continue repairing the earth in their name.

Nah, Vanessa's not the owner. Even in the original movie, the captain wasn't someone who was in COMPLETE control- they had surprisingly little control, less than they thought they had. There are other Axioms out there all owned by the enterprise too. Perhaps somewhere out there there's a CEO, but perhaps not. At this point, everything's running on autopilot.

It's an idea I feel really good about! I think it's something I do want to make happen. Now if only I could draw prosthetics well 😔

I do believe they have that technology! When shit started taking a turn for the worst, a lot of scientists did their due diligence in storing the necessary components and DNA to someday revive as many animals as they could down the line. They couldn't get everything, but in time many animals will be able to come back C: 13.2 They have to go through an extensive cleaning process for their water. They may have a machine for it, but I think a lot of it is also manual labor to boil and ensure the water isn't contaminated. They have ways to store a larger amount of water so they can stock up and not have to worry about it every day, but it isn't easy!

Maybe Y/N can have one of the first Dogs/Cats to be revived 👀 like, the animal isn't perfect- it can't reproduce and they still need to flesh out some things. But this animal is here now, and someone needs to take care of it! Now Gregory the Roach has a buddy 😊

[bridgertonbabe]

Irwin AU: Newton became Edmund’s companion when he isn’t annoying Anthony and following Kate around. Edmund claiming Newton is his new bestie.

Oh absolutely!

When Kate first mentioned to Anthony that she had a special guy in her life, Anthony was momentarily forlorn at the thought that the woman he was besotted with already had a boyfriend; but much to his relief, Kate revealed the special guy in her life was her pet dog, Newton.

He insisted she bring Newton to work with her the following day, keen to meet Kate's four-legged friend and hoping that if he won Newton's seal of approval that he would be one step closer into winning Kate's heart. Before she arrived to work, Anthony tried to imagine what type of dog she would bring with her. Perhaps Newton was a Siberian Husky, an Afghan Hound, an Irish Setter, though in the end he settled on an Australian Shepherd, thinking it suited Kate and complemented her personality the best.

So imagine to his great shock when she introduced him to Newton and he peered all the way down to the floor to the chubby little corgi looking curiously back up at him. He would have never put Kate with a corgi of all the dog breeds, wondering how on earth these two worked as a dog and owner pairing, his brow furrowed as the corgi trotted past, his belly lying very close to the ground, and began ingesting a couple of small pebbles off to the side of the path.

It made zero sense to him how Newton and Kate's paths had managed to cross, thinking there must be some comprehensible reason how they had wound up together. He asked Kate if perhaps she inherited Newton from an elderly neighbour or relative, but on the contrary, she had handpicked Newton herself when he was a puppy.

Anthony tried to disguise quite how dumbstruck he was by Newton's very being, though Kate was quietly entertained by the perplexed little frown etched on his face as he struggled to make sense of her dog. Almost as though Newton sensed Anthony being thoroughly unimpressed with his appearance, the dog snubbed Anthony's attempts at making friends, which bothered the man a great deal as he thought it did him no favours in trying to win Kate over (though she found the dynamic between her crush and her dog very amusing).

Edmund on the other hand greeted Newton enthusiastically, scooping the dog up in his arms and making a great fuss of him before giving the corgi a guided tour of the zoo in his electric cart.

"Look, Newton! Those are you ancestors!" Edmund pointed out to the corgi as they pulled up by the wolf enclosure.

"Dad, with all due respect, I severely doubt that." Anthony said, looking in disbelief from the prowling wolves to the chubby ball of fluff his dad was holding. "I'm pretty sure Newton shares more DNA with a loaf of bread than the wolves."

"Anthony!" Edmund exclaimed with mock offence, shielding Newton's ears with his hands.

"Just because he's vastly different in appearance, doesn't mean he isn't related to them," Kate tried to argue with him though in a weak tone, unable to suppress her amusement for Anthony's dry sense of humour.

"Kate, there's a better chance he's directly descended from croissants than wolves!" Anthony scoffed, at which point both Edmund and Kate couldn't help but burst into laughter from how utterly bewildered he was by the corgi.

It seemed even when Anthony did try to make an effort with the dog to try and bond with him, Newton showed no interest, though much to Anthony's annoyance the corgi was receptive to the rest of the Bridgertons without hesitation. Still, his favourite Bridgerton was Edmund, with the corgi knowing he would always be provided with treats and belly rubs by the jovial man. Once Kate had married into the family, Edmund created a carrier that he strapped to his back so he could take Newton with him through the zoo, much to the great amusement of their visitors whenever Edmund Bridgerton turned his back to them only to be met by the corgi with his tongue hanging out.

Eventually Newton would come to accept Anthony when he cottoned on that Kate's mate was taking close care of her as she remained on bed rest for the last few weeks of her first pregnancy. While he had previously taken co-ownership of Newton by feeding him, giving him baths, and clearing up his messes, now that Kate was indisposed Anthony was his sole provider. Then when Edmund Jr. arrived, Kate was even more occupied, and Newton quickly learned he was better off trotting after Anthony and barking at him for food or whatever he required, which Anthony always dutifully did. 

Anthony hadn’t even noticed when he had become Newton’s go-to person until several months later at a family picnic when Newton clambered onto his lap and settled down for a snooze, completely bypassing both Kate and Edmund in favour of him. He was incredibly touched that the corgi had not only accepted him but was now very fond of him - even if Newton still enjoyed chewing on his slippers.

[magical-girl-coral]

U should share more hcs 👀👀

This is unspecified so I'm just gonna go off on whatever haunting me right now.

- Gin was somehow able to convince Aizen into doing a sock sliding competition in Las Noches. It ended in a dog pile fight with Orihime losing a tooth, Gin getting a black eye, Kaname dislocating his shoulders and several other bones breaking in the process.

- Charlotte used to do everyone's hair regardless of current grudges. Her salon was a violence free zone.

- Yamamoto did the mistake of letting the third division build a haunted forest event during their Halloween celebrations. Several hairs were turned white as a result.

- Orihime and Chad have super spice tolerance while Uryu and Ichigo have zero and look at their s.o in horror as they consume another super spicy curry plate.

- Tsushima used to give personally made bookmarks to whoever joins their group. Riruka has strawberries and bonnies, Yukio has a matrix print, Jackie has graffiti drawings similar to the ones from her old neighborhood, Giriko has classical paintings, and Moe has one with his favorite manga panels. Kugo never got one since he gave Tsushima his, thus starting the tradition.

- Rangiku leaves the winter festivals open for Gin since that's the only time she can get him to go outside. In most over festivities he hides like a hermit.

- coffee was forbidden to enter Soul Society for fifty years after a young Gin, Rangiku and Byakuya all tried it for the first time. The walls may have been repaired but the mental stability of their peers sure has hell wasn't.

- Unohana made sure that her division is politics free, much to the dismay of the Central 46. If she wants to save war criminals from death grip, she will do so without a moment's notice.

- In a world where Kubo didn't forget about the human characters, Ryo would have been taken under Urahara and learning from his experience and becoming the number one student, beating Uryu and Orihime.

- A fully armored Chad would have been Tsushima's nightmare. The only way Book of the End can work is by piercing someone's skin and Chad would have been invincible.

- Another weakness to Book of the End is a Shinigami with a Bankai. While the owner can get cut and have their memories change, their sword spirits remained unaffected and could bring their owners into their inner world to remind them that they never met Tsukishima in their lives.

- Izuru was healed at some point during the epilogue but remained depressed since you can't get back to life in a horrific manner and come out singing unlike what others may think.

- Everyone cried on the day Kazui was born and I mean everyone. Even Tsubaki let out a small tear.

I think this is what I have for now because almost everything else is my au and none of those headcanons are coherent enough to see delight.

[lemony-snickers]

Hi Lemony, hope you are doing great! I love your writing so so much! your style is unique and I love the way you portrait the characters 💕 By any chance, will you do a sequel of the coffee shop AU? It’s too cutee 🐶 . Hope you have an amazing day!

puppy love

hello, hello! that's very nice of you to say. <3 i hope you're having a great day or night, wherever you are in the world!

as for a sequel...

what i will say is i really enjoyed writing puppy love. i mean, we all know by now i have a massive weakness for the ninken (especially bull), so any time i get to pull them into an au, i am always very excited, haha. (and ngl, sometimes it's nice to just write something wholesome and sweet and not the porn i'm generally "known" for, lol.)

i'm not sure i can commit to a sequel right now (i am desperately trying to catch up on all the drafts and requests i still have kicking around because y'all have been waiting months and months for them and i'm sorry). what i will say is that i am definitely not opposed to writing one and if i have time in the future, i'd definitely give it a shot because that would mean more fluffy coffeeshop owner kakashi and dog adoptions, which is 1000% My Shit.

thanks for stopping by, my lovely lemon pie! take care of yourself today and always. <3

[merihn]

Alex/Reggie cat/dog lovers vet waiting room AU

"Get that mutt away from my baby!" Alex hugs his cat closer, petting her head to soothe her as she hisses at the stupid dog trying to climb his legs to get at her.

"I'm sorry! I - Clover! Down, girl!" Her owner, a - cute - guy in a leather jacket, pulls desperately at her leash, then finally gets a hand on her collar and drags her away. "I'm really sorry, she's not usually like this. She doesn't even like cats!" Clover is now whining and clawing at the floor, trying to get to Alex's cat again, and even Alex can see that she's not aggressive, just very interested, so he relaxes his grip on his cat and gives the guy a weak smile.

The change is instantaneous, the guy's whole face lights up when he smiles back, and his cheeks flush pink in a way that makes Alex feel warm inside. Oh no.

Send me a pairing and an AU setting. I’ll write a three sentence fic.

[kikis-writing-world]

Hi, congrats on ur milestone!💕If u still do ships I'd like one w/ the Pedro Boys (I'm familiar with Oberyn, Agent Whiskey and Pena, Din)-I'm 23(so I'm ok w/ gettin' naughty😈) 5'10 tall, slightly curvy brunette with red highlights, biologist who's specialised in immunology, animal friend(i grew up in a village but now i'm a big city gal), love to bake sweets, love to read, my happy places are somewhere mediterranean/cold&snowy, no in between😅ugh and also my new weakness is BOBA tea! (💋) tysm!

Thanks, darling! I gotta admit, even before I got to the animal friend, I was getting Whiskey vibes for you. Treat my man right, or I’m coming for ya left shoes! lol (I hope you get that reference... if not, ignore me.) But he’d already be stunned by your looks, but then to turn around and be scientist-level smart and with small town roots/knowledge? Be still his beating heart! Also baking? This man will easily put on so much weight if you keep baking for him because he will not stop eating the sweets!

I love the idea of the two of you meeting in a Kennel/Doggie Daycare AU. You’re having a tough time lately. Work is great and fulfilling, but it’s also just so draining. You find out a local doggie daycare is looking for some extra help so you apply. You’re upfront with them that you have a demanding job already, but you’re hoping that if you can help out around the day care when you’re able, the time with the dogs will help your mental health. They don’t take you on for the position, but they tell you you’re welcome to come by anytime to volunteer when your schedule allows.

You absolutely take them up on that, and you love the lower stress of basically playing with the dogs. You get to know the regulars, but your absolutely favorite is this curly haired mutt named Maverick. He grows super attached to you too and won’t leave your side when you’re there. He’s super smart, and can do just about any trick you can think to ask him.

It takes quite a while until you’re there while Maverick’s owner is. The man apparently works very long hours, and while you’ve wondered if he’s a good doggy daddy to Maverick, the other workers assure you that he is. You finally meet Jack when he comes to pick Maverick up after a business trip. Maverick is excited to see him, barking, running circles around him, tail wagging. It’s adorable to see, and it makes you realize that he must be a good guy for Maverick to like him this much.

Jack is trying to talk to you, introduce himself since they two of you hadn’t officially met yet, but Maverick won’t stop barking. He keeps saying “Mav, sit!” but the dog just won’t listen. Finally you chime in, telling the dog to sit and he does immediately. Jack stares at you in shock and says that Maverick never listens that well to him, that he’s been trying to train him on tricks since he first got him. You’re confused, wondering if he’s got the wrong dog because Maverick does all the tricks. You even show him, Jack watching on in amazement as Maverick follows every command: sit, stay, roll over, play dead, speak, whisper, fetch.

Jack gets a little embarrassed, saying that you must think he’s an awful owner. You brush it off, joking that Maverick likes you better, which Jack grins and replied “I don’t blame him.” You flush a little, but by the end of you two talking, he asks for your number - strictly so you can watch Maverick one on one sometimes... which is what he uses it for at first. Soon he’s asking you to join him and Maverick on walks through the park (in spring, when the cherry blossoms are out, it’s adorable.) When he finally asks you to dinner, you make a joke about not knowing what restaurants allow dogs. He gets flustered, thinking he read you wrong, and that you are only “involved” for Maverick, but you admit that you’d love to go out with him.

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