#I��ll draw fluffy things another time

[metranart]

“I'll be sweet...” Hawk's spelled, as a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority..... just be MINE-”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 10)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Your little brother burst inside the room, drawing in hand and his eyes widened in frenzied amazement and wonder upon finding his favorite hero in your room. You had to kick Hawks in the calf to get away from him, the only thing you didn't know is if you did it in time.

“HAWKS!” Toji screamed excitedly, “One-chan, it’s Hawks!” Toji was about to explode with excitement, and you felt your stomach churn.

“Toji, how many times have I told you not to enter any room like that?” You reprimanded, but he wasn’t listening, jumping up and down on his little feet. “I´m your biggest fan, Hawks!” he voiced way too loud, savagely clinging from Hawks hands to entice him to hold him up in his arms.

“Hello Toji, it’s such an honor to meet my biggest fan.” Hawks said, smiling widely and jovial to the euphoric kid, “—but you should really listen to the advice of your one-chan.” He said, and the boy nodded excitedly, Keigo side-glanced towards you and you just mouthed 'kiss ass' to what he merely grinned apologetically. 

Keigo crouched to be at Toji´s eye level and the boy rushed to touch the fluffy collar on his jacket.  

"(Y/N) told me that she was my number one fan," Hawks continued making small talk, anything to stay a little longer near you. Toji denied his head, vigorously. "It's not true, she just thinks you're the cutest and she wants to touch your feathers—" 

"Toji, shut up!" 

Hawks laughed, genuinely. "Is that so?" 

"Yep, but I AM your biggest fan, Hawks." The little one, assured very confident. His intrusive hands grabbing wherever it could, curiosity about the hero driving him closer and closer and closer....

“—Toji!” you kneeled at his side, catching his little hands in yours, “Hawks needs to go on patrol, say goodbye to him and-” 

“NO!” The boy yelped, releasing from your grasp and rushing to hug the Hero. “He hasn't even had dinner-... you can't fight criminals with an empty tummy.” Toji stressed, clinging from Hawks. “Tell her, Hawks.” 

His innocent eyes searched for support from the winged hero, who smiled kindly and ruffled his hair. “I’d love to stay for dinner-…. If your mommy doesn’t mind.” Hawks said, dodging your hot glare like a pro. He knew that if was up to you, he’ll be far away by now but maybe plead Toji’s request would buy him some time. He could easily detect you had a soft spot for the small child.

“Peanut—…” You tried to sweep him into your arms, but the boy was too infatuated with the Pro hero to let you, instead he raised his arms towards Hawks who lifted and cradled him in his to then straightened up. "No, mommy won't mind, she made a lot of food to spoil (y/n) ....so, will you stay?" The boy pleaded.

This time Hawks turned to look at you, waiting for your verdict, he knew that he had you against the wall once again, this time it hadn't been exclusively his fault... even so, he had a feeling that it wasn't how you would see it. So, he waited, gulping a pang of guilt under his breath at seeing how you had to suppress the tears that welled up in your eyes and say in a clenched jaw, that looked almost painful. 

"S-Sure, peanut-…" you swallowed down a sob, “but first go tell mom."

The boy cheered hugging Hawks one last time to then wiggle out of his hold and run downstairs, screaming. "Mommy, Hawks is staying for dinner!"

Even from the second floor, you could hear your mother’s perplexity at the strange news but were swiftly distracted when felt Keigo’s knuckles cleaning a rogue tear from your cheek. 

"Don’t touch me," you unpleasantly mumbled batting his hand away but this time he didn’t let you; he was done with the tantrums for the day. 

“Please, don’t do that.” He soberly requested, keep on running his knuckles through your cheek, gently, so gently. “Mates shouldn't be rude to each other~”

“I'm NOT your mate—” your fit was cut midsentence by his teeth digging at the tender skin in the inside of your neck. 

You squeaked more in surprise than in pain, he had dug his head, so his teeth set on your skin threateningly, something edging primitive to force you to stay put and listen to him.

“Don't you ever say such an untrue statement in front of me-” Hawks lowly vocalized, slowly letting go, “Ever-” predatorily bent closer until his body dwarfed yours. Crimson huge wings outstretched to make him look even bigger. “-Again.”

Your breath trembled out of your lips. You couldn’t find your voice. So, the infatuated Hero kept going. 

"I can be- I WILL be... the most generous and patient partner, baby bird.” Disregarding the smell of fear that intoxicated the hallway, raised his head to be at eye level with you. “I'll be sweet...” a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority,” his three hundred and sixty degree kiss tour stopped when you saw his eyes fixed on your lips, “and a thousand times worthier than any man that could ever think that you can be his-" smoothly declared, a brush away from your lips.  

Those lovely cherry lips were getting on his nerves and his imagination played with the odds, feeling a delicious twinge run down his crotch at the possibilities. Oh! Maybe he could indulge just a taste before dinner.... you won't mind, right? .... Keigo leant invasively close, cocking his head watched your lips like the Hawk he was, ready for the kill, your lips were his claim…. He felt SO tempted, just a breath apart from glory— 

“I-…...I need time....” The words left your mouth without your permission, plunging him out of his daydream. You just needed space, to be away from him… All of these was too sudden, too intense, too overwhelming.... Keigo was all of that potentiated to a thousand, so you said what you thought would satisfy him, and you were right, he looked vastly thrilled.  

Perhaps, this could buy you enough time to think of something.... or had you doom yourself?......whatever it was, it was too late to take it back.

Hawks felt unprepared for that twist. You needed time...So, you were actually going to think about it, right? That's what that meant... Holy shit! Not everything was lost.

Not a gasp, not a sound escaped your mouths for a long minute until his lips quirked up and pleased eyebrows rose with an unexpected possessive vibe recently seeded inside him by you. If before hadn’t completely decided your fate, this had sealed it.

The Pro Hero broadly smiled, feathers vibrating with contained excitement to then regain a docile and soft state again. “It´s all I ask for.”

Your gaze stood rooted to the floor, clenching and unclenching your fists, jaw tight and tense. Her jaw is going to hurt, Hawks meditated worried.

"We should go down—" He mumbled, and you nodded mutedly, genuinely troubled by your own decisions and even more troubled by Hawks deranged possessiveness, which you honestly thought belonged only to Keigo while in rut, at least he wasn’t humping you—God! Everything was so confusing. 

Your frame spoke miles of how conflicted you felt. Thankfully, you didn’t have to push him off you, he was already away, tidying his feathers to look presentable, taming some wild locks of golden hair behind his ears, subtly surveying you from the corner of his eye. You looked conflicted, and he thought about giving you some space but that thought did not sow fruit.

"How long do you think you’ll need?" The blond chirped, chastising himself the minute the question slipped out more rushed that he intended.

You didn’t answer, just turned around and started to walk away. He followed. 

"Don’t look so abashed, kiddo" he noted, trying to cheer you up, slowly following you downstairs. “We don't want to worry your family.” 

There was no bite in his words, he was being one hundred percent goodhearted about his worries, even aimed to pat your shoulder reassuringly when you dodged him with a swift drift, glancing back through your shoulder to spat aggressively. 

“DON´T.”

Hawks sighed, pulling his hand away and lifting it in mock surrender. “‘Just trying to play my part, baby bird.”

"You are unbelievable cynic for a Pro Hero." You scoffed. "—What you did was a crime, you know?" poisonous spatted, spinning around a bit to face him, aiming a moral punch beneath the belt. You wanted to see his smugness melt down. 

"I know.” He admitted, flatly. “I can smell it, remember?" he smoothly replied, tapping his nose lightly making your eyebrows nit. “You came hard and unrelentingly while I did it… part of me still slides down your thighs, baby bird.”

Your breath stirred and a severe blush spread till your neck, Hawks almost tripping you at your sudden stop. Seeing you paralyzed in the middle of the stairs, offered. 

“If you want, after dinner we can go to the police so they can arrest me.” He said without giving it much importance, as if he was talking about the weather.

You remained silent and stunned, and he wiggled his eyebrows prompting you to continue walking. Closing your gaping mouth with a finger under your chin. 

“Right now, only happy thoughts, baby bird.” He advised, mimicking a wide grin for you to copy.

“Sure-e,” you managed to find your voice, “—I'll think of you behind bars.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head to then sassily smirk. “So nice, I’ll be thinking of YOU as well.”

Your heart fluttered way too wildly, you hated when he made you feel other thing than disgusted by him, you didn’t want butterflies in your belly, not for this...this monster. So, your body reacted aggressively, a fist whipped at his face aiming to wipe that smirk away, but Hawks was a Pro, trained and sharp. He caught your fist in the blink of an eye, as if nothing. 

“Oh! Sorry, baby bird.” He murmured sheepishly, as if he had awfully wronged you by not received your punch in the face. “These damn reflexes, I swear won't happen again-” He grinned, “Go on, throw me your best shot.”

He let go of your fist tapping a finger at his cheek, playfully. You felt like kicking him in the balls, the patronizing mother fucker! He was so fucking lucky your mom´s call had interrupted. 

“Mr. Hawks, it's such an honor to have you as our guest.” You sweet mom politely bowed, and Hawks nimbly skipped the rest of the stairs to gently land in front of your mother, making a polite bow before reply.

“Oh, no, thank you for inviting me— and please just call me Hawks, let's keep it casual.” The hero jovially insisted. 

“Ahh… yes… o-of course, Mr.—… Hawks.” God! Was your mom blushing?! He was truly a magnetic force of a man, no doubt, he knew how to sell himself. The handsome bastard! He´ll be SO popular in jail. 

“…Sweetie, why didn't you tell me earlier?” Your mom asked, wrapping you in her warm arms. "You hadn't visited us for months, we missed you." Your eyes filled with hot tears, you’d miss them as well, more now that you really needed someone to talk to. 

You got a lump in your throat, and swiftly Hawks cleared his to help you out.

“Oh, that’s my fault. (Y/N)- she’s doing an internship at my agency, and I asked her if I could drop her some important papers-”

Your mother looked at him and gently unwrapping you from the hug, smiled at Hawks. “Oh, I understand. Hero’s job is 24/7—…we are so glad you could take time out to stay for dinner…” Toji ran up to Hawks, arms in the air demanding to be carried and the Pro Hero immediately conceded.

“Toji!” Your mother chided at him, sweetly and Hawks shook his head before assuring that there was no problem. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Hawks—” 

“Just Hawks, please.” The hero insisted with a winning smile, turning your mother into a leaving tomato. “Sure-e, please take a sit wherever you like, dinner is ready.” 

“Thanks! it smells delicious.” Hawks blurted out, bouncing Toji in his arms. 

It all felt so surreal, you merely observed the whole scene play from your spot. Less than five hours ago this same man had you down on the filthy, hard concrete of an alley way, savagely fucking the virginity out of your young body while demanding you to call him Keigo, and now he was the star guest, all politeness and smiles. Like if nothing. You felt like throwing up, you felt sick, and it must have shown on your face.

“—(Y/N), you look pale, is everything alright?” Your dad called. 

You hadn’t seen him sitting in the living room working on his laptop, and before you could answer, Hawks was already on you, placing his palm on your forehead.  

“Breathe,” he whispered softly, “happy thoughts, love—” he continued for your ears only, carrying Toji in one arm, the boy distractedly playing with the feathers of his wings. The cool skin of his palm cooling you while he traveled his knuckles down your cheek. 

You stepped away quickly before anyone could see, and Hawks frowned, lightly. 

“I’m fine, daddy, I just felt dizzy for a moment-” 

“I hope you’re not trying too hard at school,” your mother said, worriedly.

“Hero work can be exhausting, let's hope working under hero number two isn't too much for you." Your father teased, and your knees felt weak at his choice words. Then he respectfully introduced himself to the Hero. 

“Please take good care of our daughter, Mr. Hawks.” Your father politely requested, and Hawks wildly grinned. Excited. 

“I will! She is precious to me—” Hawks couldn’t contain himself, but quickly added “t-the best trainee I’d had under my command.” Your father smiled, not suspecting anything, “I’m already planning on keeping her to myself-” Hawks was swiftly playing at the double meaning word game, “my agency could really use someone like her.” His golden stare fell on you, gauging your reactions to see how far he could go before you snapped at him.  

He knew your cold shoulder was coming for the next few days and it would be torture for him, so maybe having your family hostage at dinner could help him force a little sweetness out of you before you turned fierce on him again.

“She can heal you with hugs and kisses like recover girl!” Toji excitedly shared, playing with a crimson feather on his small hands. 

Everyone laughed except for you. You were at the verge of exploding of embarrassment, anger and frustration. You could still feel Hawks cum slip down your thighs while he played family with your parents.

This guy, this Hero which you used to idolize was really a fuckin psycho! Or could someone actually be that wickedly cynical, like God level!... Either way, you could only suck it up, your family was the priority and the last thing you wanted was to give them a hard time or worse…. 

“—I’m starving, what did you make, m-mom?” 

Your attempt to change the subject worked and heading towards the table, Keigo's free hand landed and freely sprawled on your lower back, taking it as far as to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, your gazes locked when you glare at him, and he uncaringly mouthed 'happy thoughts'.  

Hawks took the seat next to you, your parents in the front with Toji at the head, since he refused to move away from the winged Hero.

Once seated you expected this to stop but it only got worse.

“I really like your daughter, she’s so much useful for society being under my wing, I know exactly how to potentiate her quirk—…” Hawks shared, and you had to bite down a snort at his boldness. 

“Then you should keep her, Mr. Hawks. We will feel so much better knowing that you are the one taking care of her.” You blushed at your father’s words. He was being one hundred percent honest and innocent, but you knew Keigo wasn’t. 

“I’m planning on it, after she graduates, I’m offering her a permanent residence under my watchful eye.” He explained and both your parents gasped in awe. On the other hand, you felt like throwing up. Was he really planning on to keep you for himself?! Was he joking? —

“That would be wonderful, wouldn't it, (y/n)?” Your mom asked excitedly, and you gulped down a big mouthful of rice, so you didn't have to answer, just feigning happiness.

Hawks grinned, gauging your effort to ignore him. After this, your parents felt so comfortable around him that they turned very chatty, telling him about various incidents they had seen on television, and of course, the hero gave them his undivided attention. Feigning interest and answering their every question, slowly wrapping them around his little finger. 

Meanwhile, you reduced to eat…. and that's when you felt it.

Something brushed your knee, you stood still and waited, but before you could feel relieved at what you assumed was your imagination, it happened again. This time you glanced discreetly at Hawks to see if he revealed anything, but his attention was irrevocably on your parents, keeping a fluent conversation as if nothing.

You felt vile creeping up your throat when your lack of reaction drove him to become bolder. Something had indeed touched your knee and now was scratching the soft skin over your kneecap rhythmically, long fingers opening and closing in a jellyfish motion, designed that way to send chills up your body. 

Unable to suppress fast enough the shivers that raved your skin, goosebumps bloomed under his palm, and you could swear you glimpsed him, smirk. 

Huffing quietly, you yanked your knee away which turned out worse, since you only helped his hand take permanent residence up your thigh where unashamedly stole a solid squeeze. The fat on your thigh spilled among his strong fingers making you choke on your food.

The blond had to stifle a chuckle as he gently patted your back.

“Small bites, (y/n)—… Keeping your daughter safe is a full-time job.” Hawks openly joked, and your parents loved every second of it. 

You just wanted to punch him, pluck him and kick him out of your house, even so, you couldn’t… and when you thought you were safe from his intrusive caresses. His palm abandoned your back to hide under the table. 

You gulped, growing anxious. 

“—Have you told your parents about this evening’s Nomu attack?” Hawks glanced at you asking, his expression not betraying anything. 

“Oh my God, Sweetie!”

“Mom, it's okay-” You reassured, seeing both your parents pale, “Nothing too bad happened… Endeavor arrived just in time to save me—”

“—I flew her out of that scorching mess right on time.” Hawks added, sending you an honest smile. Like if he found out that specific memory fond. Making you wonder what kind of scenario was running through his mind in that exact moment. Those tender eyes and dreamy smile could give anyone diabetes. 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hawks.” 

Your parents started, and your gaze locked with Keigo’s just a moment, more than enough to distract you under those gloriously golden orbs that look like had light of their own. You focused on those rich pools of honey, missing the way his crimson feathers subtly wrapped around your ankles and knees, strapping you to your chair in less than a glimpse. 

Something wickedly playful shone behind that same stare, and you realized too late your mistake. 

“No problem, and please, just call me Hawks.” He requested again, so politely, so charming, so deceitful. 

COMING SOON PART 11....

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[someprettyname]

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE WITH CHIGIRI (and I'm not talking about the 5 known ones. Your personal love language)

oh 🤩 I can yap about that all dayyyyy I'm so in love with this man and the way he makes me feel so loved and adored and what not aksjskdhakdk

Okay first. His singer voice? Perfect. He sings along with me when I play guitar. Most of the times it's like I'm settled between his legs (completely non sexual) and he's drawing patterns on my bicep/upper back or just play with my hairs delicately. Singing is a way I express myself the best and he knows it. He's often reading my poem and analysing them too. That's my LL btw. I usually never show my poems to people. Only chosen ones.

Hair, btw, reminds me, he actually lets me touch his hair and play with it (skeajskajso the way he's smiling when I'm doing absolute silly shit with his hair arghhhh). I'm the only one who has the permission to go as far as pull his hairs (again, non sexual) it happened once on mistake, and like. I love his hair so much I almost teared up coz I felt so guilty. He, on the other hand was chuckling like "it's fine. No big deal." Like BOY?! OF COURSE IT IS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HUH!!!!!!

Then comes roses. Oh my GOD there's no shade of rose I haven't gifted by his yet. Rahhhhh 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ I love it 😭😭He does this thing where he keeps one of the rose from the bouquet in his locker to know when to buy a new one. nami.exe has stopped working.

Broooooo another one. He knows I love late night binging + ordering food too, so he has arranged so many fancy but cozy movie dates for me like you know those canopy curtains kinda thing? Yeah. That, plus fluffy comforters plus yellow lights. I love when he does this LIKE SO MUCH. I'm marrying him.

Also, he's a back hug kinda boyfriend and I love backhugs. So that. :3

[sca-rian]

I was wondering if you had any fluffy Scarian headcanons because the brainrot is real

dear anon, id love to give you headcanons, but you must understand that i can't stop my brain whenever it decides to ramble. that being said, i give you three scarian brainrot scenarios:

- one concept that was spiraling my mind just now is regarding fanart where people draw grian with glasses. i like to think of it as: yes, grian needs glasses, but he isnt particularly fond of them; truth is, wearing glasses fucking sucks, besides, grian dislikes how they makes his eyes look so small. when he first joined hermitcraft, he quickly made an habit of walking around without his glasses on, frequently hitting windows when he flew (bird behavior) and not being able to properly recognize people when they came to him. he only used his glasses for building and reading, and it's on one of those occasions where scar first sees him with glasses on. and, god, to tell you he's smitten. he can't help but stare, because oh grian looks so cute should i tell him that or should i not— (he tells him. he always does. specially when he founds out grian dislikes the glasses. grian eventually starts to wear them more frequently, although he would never admit why. he can blame it on headaches, tho);

- i like to think of hermitcraft scarian (not necessarily involving 3rd and ll) as a slow burn relationship. something in the lines of the strangers > friends > friends with benefits > lovers pipeline. scar falls first—because how could he not?—and grian is oblivious for a long time. he doesn't think much of it when they kiss, and keep dismissing his feelings when they start to appear (it's just so silly! everyone would feel like that after casually kissing their friend! unless...?). truth is, grian falls hard for scar eventually, and i think a huge turning point for their relationship would be in s8, because its when pearl joins (im a sucker for writing her friendship with grian), and it definitely changes a lot to have someone new noticing how grian and scar look at each other, how their hands are always naturally touching, how they giggle together and lose themselves in their conversations... pearl sees it, and grian eventually has to agree with her;

- this ties into the topic above but. another good brainrot material is. think of their firsts. think about a first kiss, a first date, a first love confession.... think of how they'd be without a doubt an absolute mess through it all. theyd look at each other and giggle, because they make things harder for themselves (example: first time they kiss after a love confession, when its supposed to feel genuine and special, scars top hat falls over grians head when he leans down to kiss him). think of them as silly, but unbelievably sweet and truly in love

[justletmeplayminecraft]

LL S7 can't hurt me if I'm still writing fics set in S2 finger guns

featuring: skittish etho my beloved, can be read as platonic or romantic depending on your jam, articfox!etho headcanon as seen a little here, Bdubs is big of heart, dumb of ass, set in a meta LL setting (aka they're all ppl playing a game who discuss things BTS and take breaks)

The Nether is sweltering. An endless expanse of deadly environment, with the nether fortress they looted just poking out of the thick fog in the distance. The clacking of bones is reminiscent of the wither skeletons that tried to lay waste to them. The grunting pigmen like the brutes that caused Mumbo's death moments before.

And Scar's sword swinging towards Etho with intent; green eyes nearly swallowed by bloodlust like the netherrack surrounding them. 

Bdubs has barely lowered his shield as a fluffy tail vanishes into swirling purple. The space Etho stood is empty.

"I thought we weren't supposed to use those abilities?" Scar asks, sword by his side and his eyebrows furrowed. Bdubs throws his shield on his back, running towards the portal.

"We're not!" He yells, jumping into the center with a final shout towards Scar. "Call a break, I'm gonna go after him!" 

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Bdubs snatches berries from the first bush he sees. The thorns scratch his fingers, uncovered by his gloves, but he ignores it in favour of clutching the handful tight enough they threaten to burst. The land is empty of any glimpses of white. Nothing darting between trees, or curled up in the shade. 

"Etho!" Bdubs calls, waving the berries in the air. "We're on a break, buddy. Nobody's gonna hurt you." He keeps his eyes peeled, wondering if a spyglass would actually be useful here. Well, he thinks Etho would move too fast to follow. Bdubs groans, trying to figure out other things that could draw out the elusive fox. Chicken? Rabbits, maybe?

He jumps down a hill, tapping his free hand against his thigh. Where would a skittish Etho go seeking safety? He hears his communicator ping with a private message, sliding it into his hand.

<Grian> everything okay? scar said something happened

Bdubs sighs, smiling as he types his reply.

<BDoubleO100> etho's run off and hiding somewhere. 

<BDoubleO100> im looking for him though!

<Grian> ok, ill hold the break for you.

<Grian> if i see him ill let you know

<BdoubleO100> thanks g!!!

During the time spent chatting, Bdubs has wandered in Skizz and Tango's direction. The server is quiet and he imagines most of them will be hanging out at their bases during the break. But, if there's one place Etho might feel safe, then it would be with Tango and Skizz, right? Their two closest allies, on the server and off it!

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"Bdubs!" Tango calls, holding his arm out in greeting. "Welcome, welcome."

"Bdubadubs!" Skizz calls, waving his sword in a way that makes Bdubs much prefer staying in the doorway. "And no Etho. Did he ditch you, homie?" Bdubs sighs. He crosses his arms, leaning back whilst Tango takes a seat.

"I'm looking for him, actually," Bdubs replies. "Neither of you have happened to see a small white fox running about, have ya?" Skizz's face scrunches up, but Tango's eyes widen, mouth opening.

"Where is everywhere?" Tango asks. Bdubs groans as he tries to mentally backtrack his footsteps. Curse of a new server, he has no idea where everything is yet!

"Ah," he says, smartly. A few seconds later he follows up with.

"No, we haven't. Where did you lose him?" Bdubs holds his hand up to gesture, resting it on his elbow. "We were in the nether and he ran through our portal. I haven't seen him since and I've been everywhere. I've been walking around with these berries like a fool, Tango." Tango snorts. He stretches a hand out, poking at the bundle of red. A few have burst onto Bdubs' hand, staining his skin and gloves, but they're mostly intact! He'll grab another bunch if he sees them.

"I came through our portal, grabbed some berries. I did a full lap around our base, I walked around the nearby forest… then I headed here!" 

"Bdubs," Skizz says, leaning onto his knees. "Did you actually check in your house?" Bdubs blinks.

"Ah."

-

Bdubs' lungs are burning, heels rubbing and food half gone by the time he makes it back to their base. He breathes deeply, resting his hands on his knees outside the cobblestone hut. It's a miracle he doesn't topple straight off the unfenced patio sides. But, despite his exhaustion, he opens the door to the hut carefully, slipping inside. He shuts it with barely a click.

"Etho?" He calls, voice a gentle whisper. He frowns, trying to scope the room without moving further in. Is he hiding in a chest again? No, oh-!

There, against the wooden bedframe. Underneath the white covers is a fluffy tail brushing the floor, and a little black nose half stuffed under the pillows. Bdubs places his weapons delicately in a chest, crouching a few big steps away from the bed. 

"Etho! Hey, buddy." The nose pokes out, two eyes following. Bdubs makes sure he's sitting on the left, where Etho's black eye can see him. "We're on a break right now, so you have plenty of time to relax," he explains. "So, I can just hang out with you, and let the others know when we're ready to continue! Sound good? Great." Etho doesn't move any further than that. If anything, he shrinks further back into the covers, snowy ears flat against his fur. 

So, Bdubs pulls out his communicator. He makes sure Grian know Etho's safe and that he's letting him calm down. Then he pulls up Snake, settling in for a few rounds of it as he waits for Etho to make his move.

Which Etho does in the form of a nervous footstep. He treads one paw down on the grass floor. Then another. Then in one swift movement, he's curling up in Bdubs' lap, blanket still wrapped around him. Bdubs can't help a soft 'oof', head falling back at the pain of a fox paw with its full weight on his leg. But his hand falls to Etho's neck, scratching around the shawl and the blanket to reach soft fur underneath. Like a big furry blanket. With a blanket of his own. Double blanket!

"Why hello there," Bdubs says, looking down at Etho. Etho flicks his tail, only getting slightly caught in the fabric. "Yeah, yeah, here you go." Bdubs holds out the berries (he picked the ones outside their house, too.) Etho snatches them one by one. His teeth don't catch Bdubs' skin once. Inventory emptied of the sweet treat, Bdubs holds his hands up. "All gone!" Etho stands, nudging at his palm. Finding them truly empty, he huffs, curling back up with no intention of moving. "Okay, okay," Bdubs says, laughing. He resumes petting him, ruffling small ears. "We can wait here for a little bit."

-

The session continues as normal once Etho gives his word. But Bdubs and Etho sit together a while longer. Etho's shawl pulled up, arms tucked around Bdubs' neck. They're sitting on the bed, now. Far comfier for Bdubs, who doesn't have a built in layer of fur.

"What do you think," Bdubs says, Etho lifting his head from his shoulder. "About making our base out of snow?" Etho smiles, solemn expression brightening as his ears stick up straight. 

"Yeah," he replies. "I think that'd be pretty cool."

[ladykatakuri]

She is his Treasure part 2

Crosshair x F Reader

Warnings: None it is just fluffy and very minor injuries

Part 2 of 3? ( do not know yet haha )

Brief Summary: With his rifle neatly packed on his back and his vibroblades strapped to his sides, he stalked through the hallways of the medical ward.

Notes: I was intending this story to be a 2 parter and this should have bene the finale, but as it can happen.... Crosshair and the others just did not want to tell the story just like that! There is still a little more to tell so for the time being i will say it is going ot be a 3 parter now >.<

I hope you like it and if there is anything you wish to say about this: Please do, any kind of comment is a comment and if it helps out the story it is even more welcome.

Oh and spelling mistakes etc? Please let me know, Engslish is not my native language and i can use the advice on it or the corections on it if you catch them :D

No doubt that it would be a trap, Crosshair was by no means a fool and he knew his brothers well enough. Omega was the only one he had not yet figured out. The Kaminoans were not too forthcoming about the girl and her origins afterall, so he had to make an educated guess about what she could and would do. With his rifle neatly packed on his back and his vibroblades strapped to his sides, he stalked through the hallways of the medical ward.

Sure, he could ask all personnel there, and they would answer honestly out of fear of repercussions, but he could not take the risk of letting people know exactly what he was after, or what his true intentions were. “ Where is she? Kriff, where did they put her?” Glancing around, chewing yet another toothpick, he noticed one of the nurses trying to move away from his sight.

“You! Stop right there.” His voice left nothing to the imagination of the now frightened nurse. Twiddling her fingers she stopped in her tracks and looked at the man approaching her.

“Can…. Can I help you sir?” Eyes nervously glancing at him and then to the wall behind him, the nurse slightly shuffles with her feet on the floor.

“Y/N, where is her room? “ He looks at her while she nervously glances to the end of the hall and back at him when he smirks. “That way eh? Good girl.” Turning his back to her, he stalks away to where she looked.

As he moves away from her, the nurse carefully puts her hand in her breast pocket and reaches for a comm. “He is on his way doctor.” Making sure that the commander did not look back at her, she quickly makes her way out of the halls and into safety.

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While walking through the hallway and looking into several of the rooms, Crosshair also keeps his senses on high alert. His brothers are close, they would never leave her just like that and he would not be caught by surprise. Whatever they had planned, Crosshair has his own plans. Suddenly his comm sounds as one of his men calls in.

“Commander, we are in one of the smaller cities in the west. Peasants say there are some clones hiding in the forest about 3 clicks away.”

Crosshair stops to stare at his comm for a second and then decides to answer. “Then go and hunt them down.” He ends the transmission and moves to the last room in the hallway. “ So, this is the room. They will all be around somewhere.” Moving his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, he steps into the doorway and freezes.

There in the only bed in the room he finally sees you. Deep asleep and covered by a blanket you seem to be sleeping so peacefully. For just a second all he can do is stare at your figure and drink it in. “I forgot - how sweet her face is.” Quickly shaking his head, as to shake off his thoughts and impulse to step forward and touch you, he stares at the man with his back towards him.

Tech is fidgeting with the monitor when he senses a new presence in the room. “Tech…” When he hears his lost brother say his name, Tech turns around to face Crosshair.

“Crosshair. It seems you arrived ahead of time. I suppose you will not let me…...¨ He is stopped in his sentence when Crosshair draws his vibroblade and moves towards him. For a moment shock flashes in Techs eyes when he realises what Crosshair is up to. He is making a move to throw the blade at Tech before even reaching him.

It is then that all hell breaks loose and things are changed, well some things are changed while others return as to how it was meant to be.

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Pain and flashes, those are the two things that accompany Crosshair when he wakes up. The first thing he notices though is how his arms are bound to a bed and there is a strap around his waist holding him in place. There is no way for him to move, except for his head, so he turns to his side and sees one of his brothers sitting next to his bed. “Echo, what?”

Echo looks up when he hears his name and sees Crosshair's confused stare. “You finally woke up. I will call the others, Omega was very nervous and will be happy to hear you woke up.” He quickly stands up and walks out of the room, leaving behind a still confused Crosshair.

Before Hunter manages to walk into the room, he is passed by a flash of blonde hair and white clothes. Omega runs up to the bed and intensely stares at Crosshair. “Is it you? Are you back with us again?”

Suddenly he remembers and his eyes go wide in shock. “What have I done? Where is Y/N?” Trying to get up he forces all of his strength into his body to break the straps tying him to the bed.

Omega, noticing the struggle, quickly releases him and helps him sit up. Placing a hand on his back she smiles at him. “Y/N is alright. It is not your fault Crosshair. Remember, I told you before?” Turning around at the other Batchers who have entered the room, she grins. “He will be fine! I will go check on Y/N and tell her the good news!” Without waiting for an answer, she quickly runs out of the room and leaves the men behind to catch up, before a much needed reunion can take place.

“What did you do to me?” Rubbing the side of his head, Crosshair feels a bandage where the headache originates from and looks at his brothers. “Well? How did you get me down and the chip out?” It is only then that he notices the bandage on Tech`s arm and the black eye on Wrecker. “Heh, guess I did not go down easy.”

It is Echo who steps forward to explain to Crosshair how they had planned his arrival and capture and the removal of his inhibitor chip.

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“So you want me to stay in some room and wait for him to make trouble?” Confused by this part of the plan, Wrecker blurts out the one question that has been on his mind when they began planning the capture and rescue of Crosshair. He was always in the front when there was a chance of combat taking place and he sure as hell would not stay behind for this fight. “This is Crosshair ya know?! He ain't going down easy. Hah! You`ll have to drag him with you if you catch him and that is where you need me!” Showing his strong and massive arms, Wrecker laughs while he pats Tech on the back.

“It is true that his reflexes are faster than mine, or at least they were up until we were separated on Kamino. I do however think this plan has merit and we should rely on the keen insight that Omega has displayed when it comes to Crosshair.” Tech gently shifts his goggles while he presses a button here and there on his padd. Looking up at his bigger brother, he considers patting him on the arm but stops himself from doing so. Wrecker might be sensitive at times, he understands well enough how this is the best course of action for the time being. Instead, he turns his attention to their leader and waits for the rest of the group to acknowledge their respective roles and move forward.

“Omega, i want you to promise me, if it seems to become dicey, you will not leap into the fray but instead, you will make your way out of the ward and back to the ship. Close it off and stay there until we come for you.” Hunter stares at the young girl, knowing full well that she would do anything she can to make sure you and Crosshair get the reunion you deserve. She always had a soft spot for the sniper, from the moment she met him at Kamino until the moment she first realised that the chip started to act up. Omega nods and looks at Hunter with a wide grin. No matter what, she would make this plan succeed.

“Omega, I will guide you to the right vent from here. Once you are in place I will be in the room right next to Y/N`s.” Echo places his hand on her shoulder and squeezes, just to let her know that he also wants this to go as planned. You were always there for him when he would struggle with his past and all the nightmares that still haunt him at night. Now he can finally repay all that kindness and he will not let this opportunity pass without giving it his best.

“We all know where to be and what to do, so let's go and make it happen.” Hunter looks at his family one more time and gives the order to move out.

They each go to their respective posts and wait for the main guest to arrive. It does not take very long for Crosshair to show up in the room.

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When he moved towards Tech, he knew that despite the looks, his brother was a lot faster than people gave him credit for. So he quickly threw the first blade in his hand and reached for the other strapped to his leg. Tech, realising what his plan was already made a move and managed to dodge the blade, but the other which was quickly thrown after it did hit it`s target.

Grabbing his arm where the blade entered, Tech hisses as blood drips on the floor. His attention fully focussed on the man in front of him he steps aside and aims his blaster. “Don`t….” One word with enough urgency and a quick glance at the figure lying still in the bed.

Crosshair does not let it distract him from his goal and moves forward. His eyes dart around the room when suddenly he hears footsteps right behind him just before two solid arms take hold of him. “Got`cha Crosshair!” Wrecker's voice booms through the room as he presses his brother's arms against his sides and lifts him up. “Surprise!”

Crosshair is surprised by the large man holding him tight. Unable to even move his arms now he throws his head back and feels it connect with his brother's face. “Oww Crosshair!” For a moment Wrecker is surprised and stumbles a little. “That hurt!”

A small grin forms on Crosshair's face as he replies to his brother. “I'm surprised you managed to sneak up on me Wrecker. Guess Hunter has taught you a few tricks, ey?”

Hunter and Echo both enter the room and move towards Crosshair. Hunter puts handcuffs on him as Echo tends to Tech`s arm, a panel in the ceiling opens up and reveals Omega dropping down into the room. Before being able to speak up, Crosshair feels something sting in his neck and passes out.

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“After I sedated you, we brought you to the doctor and he removed your chip. As soon as you were stable, Omega went back to Y/N until you just woke up and here we are.” Echo looks at the man sitting up, rubbing his head. Finally they were able to save their brother. Finally they could end this painful game of hide and seek and move forward. There had already been so much pain and suffering among his brethren, they needed something good to happen once in a while. This was the best outcome. Though he knew there was still a squad to take care of out there.

Hunter, who appeared to have read his mind nodded at him. “Wrecker, you and Echo come with me. We still have some business to take care of on the planet. Tech, when he is ready, you take Crosshair to Omega and Y/N and keep watch.” Patting his brother's shoulder, Hunter moves out of the room. “Good to have you back Crosshair.”

“Hah! Now I can show you who the better clanker buster is!” Grinning, Wrecker follows both Hunter and Echo out of the room, leaving Crosshair and Tech behind.

“Take me to Y/N, Tech.” Crosshair stands up and moves to the door. “I need to see her, now….” Tech nods and leads him to your room.

@loth-wolffe

[pffbts]

hi, i love your writings! can i request something fluffy with soonyoung from seventeen? maybe a confession, first date or something like that? thanks already🌈

―GENRE: fluff;  just hoshi being the cutest tiger cub.

―CHARACTERS: kwon soonyoung x neutral gender!reader | no supporting character.

―W.C: 1.9K

―AUTHOR`S NOTE: hi! hello! my first svt request on this blog :) thank you so much for requesting. this one sounds cute, i hope you enjoy reading, bub! love u <3 it`s 3 am right now so i guess i`ll go to sleep, for now, lol oh and congratulation to svt for their 2nd win for home:run!!

[05:11 PM] [the papers are flying away but there`s two hands always to hold]

―soonyoung had half of his head in the pattern of folds of the rose coloured craft paper and half of his head on how he must give you the paper rose he will make. will he just leave it on the desk before he leaves the club or give you in person?

oh no, soonyoung thought immediately, sitting straight up in his seat and looking straight ahead while his eyes went wide, he can never do that. that`s simply impossible. that would be too much. he continued to convince himself.

the middle school kid who was sitting two seats away from soonyoung looked at him like, what is this adult doing since the past two hours?

the place where soonyoung was at is none other a simple art club by the neighbourhood of his part-time workplace. it`s a cosy place, almost similar to a library it`s an art-related club―a place for escape from the reality of the harsh world where people who love painting, crafting, sculpting or as simple as drawing for a hobby comes here. you can bring your own materials in here or the manager will provide that for you if you forget some days. you can simply pay for the materials. the place does take a monthly rent but it`s not much.

but for soonyoung, he wasn`t one of those people who came here for an escape from reality. he was here for you and under the influence of the biggest smile you gave him when two months ago, you and he met for the first time at a mutual friend`s birthday get together at a ramen restaurant. 

it was a very small get together. most of the participants were just graduates or drop-outs who worked part-times like soonyoung and you for some pocket money until you get a proper job.

when you saw him at the door of this art club two weeks later after that night, he was an awkward mess. he was confused and giving nervous laughter whenever you tried to make him comfortable. you were apparently working as a helper in this art club. most of the times, you help the people who came here by cleaning the brushes for them, cleaning after they leave away any paint splashes or cut out craft papers scattered on the floor or table. sometimes, you helped the people themselves who weren`t that expert in crafting, or drawing.

you liked crafting yourself so you always stuck to helping people who came to craft. painting and drawing isn`t something you were that talented so you avoided them most of the times.

it was quite evident why soonyoung stuck to crafting to himself. he wanted to get as much closure to you as he can. he was a nervous wreck already and it was quite hard for him to talk to you in the eye.

you were like the brightest thing in the room. when he would lift up his face to take a glimpse of you, everything faded in the background, everything becomes something of a blurred image except for you. soonyoung always looked forward to the free schedules on his calendar so that he can see you again. at first, he felt like he was back to school, having a crush on someone from the next class. it was thrilling yet a sad experience because he wasn`t quite sure how to approach you because he had never felt like this with anyone.

soonyoung was worried if his feelings will be able to reach you, will they get a chance to live inside you. he was worried if he`ll be able to grow out of this feeling he has built inside his heart. some days, it gets quite impossible to ignore them, some days it flows like a river. he has been to the clubs a few days and did absolutely nothing but stayed nibbling at various art papers and catch glimpses of you. you, on the other hand, never came to him because obviously, it was a rule that you can only go or approach the visitors only when they call for you and soonyoung, apparently didn`t have anything to ask related to craft so he could never call you. heck, he didn`t know the c in the craft forget doing things that creative. that`s why most of the times, he would waste away his time just catching glimpses of you from afar or when you talked to someone at the table, just give you the most dedicated undivided attention through his ears.

but today soonyoung was hesitating. he was witnessing a fight within himself. a part of him wanted to call you and ask how to make a rose and half of him is telling to stop embarrassing himself in front of you. that once it`s done, once he has said it all and you reject him by any chance, it would be completely over. he would suffer from his first unrequited love for his lifetime. he will never forget about you because you are his first love.

but the youtube tutorial wasn`t helping him at all. when you were doing a silent round around the table, you caught soonyoung kind of struggling. he was sighing listlessly, licking his already chapped lips (obviously from too much licking previously). he looked all over the place but he wasn`t calling for you which kind of frustrated you a bit.

soonyoung had always been the silent craft guy who would always sit at the end of the long table and was obviously bad at the craft itself. you thought maybe instead of meditating, this was the best he could do.

you decided this thing he was trying to make was going nowhere. so you came across his seat and instantly dropped down to act like you were picking up a pencil. you threw the pencil in your pocket a bit against his chair. soonyoung noticed instantly what was happening right beside him and he froze right there.

but as soon as you looked up from the place where the manager won`t be able to see you, you whispered to soonyoung for the first time today, “do you need help?” you moved your eyes towards the paper in his hand, pointing that you want to help him with that.

soonyoung, who was previously a little confused now said in a low voice, “i think i can do it.”

“it`s been two hours, the club will close in 20 minutes. let me help you so that we can accomplish what you`re trying to do.” you said back to him, pushing his buttons a bit.

soonyoung, when he heard what you said looked down at you with a face of realization. the way you said it made it seem like you were talking about how he can help you confess whatever he feels for you, that time is running out and things will flow like as usual and it might be too late for this feeling to grow in a pair and not one-sided.

he nodded at you.

“you`ve to call my name,” you whispered back to him.

soonyoung looked around the room a bit and called your name.

you sat beside him with a rose coloured craft paper showing him how to fold the corners to make it into a rose. soonyoung was for the first time giving every bit of his attention to the creation under construction with your hands.

he was following the instructions as you say to him and after almost ten minutes when the rose was a success, his face broke into a smile. you turned around and faced him in your seat. soonyoung held the rose with the toothpick acting as the stem in his hand. he was looking at the rose with heart eyes and he turned his body a bit towards you, but his mind was somewhere else. his head blanks out for a second and he had no idea what he was about to do.

his heart just decided to take a lead and he lifted his hand up to put the rose behind your ear. soonyoung looked at the rose, at how it looked more pretty now that it`s sitting on your earlobe. his smile never left his face, instead, it was more evident as his eyes became thin crescents on his face. as his hand started dropping from your ear, his fingertips brushed against your cheek which made you look him in the eye.

soonyoung, as he felt the skin under his fingertips, broke from his daze. he looked at you in dismay, he was absolutely scared at that moment of what he had done. his head moved fast and hung low. his palms rubbing on his thighs and his eyes moving from one side to another. he didn`t know a single thing to fixate his eyes on.

“thank you,” soonyoung heard a familiar voice, “thank you for gifting me your first rose.”

soonyoung snapped his head at your direction, “what? i mean, i`m sorry. i shouldn`t have done that―”

“am i getting more of this from next time?” you asked him, breaking his words in halves, “you`re going to make more of this for me, right?”

“huh?” soonyoung voice was lost, his head was somewhere else. suddenly he was void of any words, reactions. his mouth was half-open, his eyes were slightly wide.

“you`re making more of this for me, right?” you took the rose from above your ear and placed it right in the chest pocket of your t-shirt. the rose looked vibrant on your bland faded yellow t-shirt.

“if you want then…” soonyoung tried saying, still unsure how to process all this.

“i want all the roses you make, soonyoung,” you said his name making him know that you know him and what this rose meant for both of you, you wanted to make it loud and clear by saying his name, “it`s only because you gave me your first, i want to have it all.” you looked at him and smiled.

soonyoung could do absolutely nothing but smile back at you shyly and know that some firsts of his like this first love which resonated with this first rose will eventually be a first for you too. all he wished for at that moment is for his feelings to reach you and looking at how you kept the rose on top of your heart, soonyoung saw a bit of hope.

fin.

[jihyosforehead]

Some dayeon fluff pls your writing is phenomenal

IM SO SORRY ive sat on this for months 🥴😬💞 pls 4give 💖 based on this one tiktok i saw on my timeline one time and cant find bc i accidentally refreshed 😢😞

UPDATE: I FOUND THE DAMN TIKTOK LOL 

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“Ask your partner if they have anything they want to talk about.”

Nayeon’s spent the last hour or so scrolling through her twitter feed, there’s a few cute puppy videos here and there, a few new memes she found funny enough to blow air out her nose and her personal favourite, “Ask your partner if they have anything they want to confess.” 

Nayeon can’t help herself. This quarantine has kept her inside for longer than she’d imagined. So. She’s bored and she’s bothered her friends enough with her need to be entertained. And Dahyun was due to walk in at any moment from picking up the mail from the downstairs lobby. 

It seemed relatively simple. Ask your partner if they have anything they want to talk about. A forced confession. 

Dahyun was hardly on social media and gets most, if not all, her memes from Nayeon and then occasionally Chaeyoung. (“How have you not heard of grumpy cat? Or the doge meme at least?”) Dahyun lived under a rock, basically. Nayeon was fairly certain Dahyun wouldn’t know about this. 

The door made a tiny beeping noise, and was then followed by a soft click. 

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?” Nayeon blurts out, catching Dahyun just as she’s about to slip her feet into fluffy pink slippers. Nayeon watches her girlfriend expectantly, she narrows her eyes trying to school her expression to something serious. Dahyun slowly lowers one foot into her slippers and then straightens up to tilt her head curiously at Nayeon’s question. 

 “What?” 

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” Nayeon tries again. This time more firm, but she manages to successfully bite back a smile. 

Dahyun shuffles her feet into her slippers as if regaining her footing. She opens her mouth and closes it. Opens once more and lets out a long “uHHhhh-” Dahyun searches for words that don’t seem to come and then looks at the small pile of letters in her hand, then at Nayeon again. 

Nayeon studies Dahyun carefully; she was shuffling back and forth and on both feet and had rearranged the post in her hands for the third time. She was momentarily distracted by a mustard yellow envelope that looked interesting.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” 

“So, uh -” Dahyun sighs, deeply embarrassed, “so, you- I, - uh, I guess you found the cutlery?” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, Nayeon watches her cheeks pink under the fluorescent lighting. 

“What?”

“The-the cutlery? You found it?”

It’s Nayeon’s turn to flounder now. What had Dahyun done to the cutlery? Had she broken it? Thrown it away? What was so monumental about the cutlery, that had her girlfriend looking like she was about to run out the door she had just come in from? Nayeon’s eyes snap back to Dahyun again.

“Y-yes. The cutlery. I found it.” 

Nayeon rubs her temple. Why had she said that? Technically, no, it’s not a lie. As far as she knew, the cutlery was in the left hand drawer next to the sink. She pictured their kitchen in her head and mentally tried to recall the last time she’d opened it. At lunch? No. She had a snack about two hours ago and needed a spoon but couldn’t find any, so she’d had to wash a new one. And that’s all her knowledge about any kitchen-related utensils they owned. 

“I’m really sorry, baby,” Dahyun steps closer and huffs a loud sigh. She runs a hand through her already mussed hair, “I just, I just- you- look,” she raises her hand in a placating gesture. “I’ll be better. I promise. I’ll put them away. I just really hated doing that part.”

“Dahyun, angel, what are you talking about?”

Dahyun visibly perks up at the pet name.

“Nayeonnie, I just really hate putting the cutlery away.” Nayeon just stares dumbly, clearly confused. “Like, I know the drawer is right next to the- ” Dahyun sighs, resigned. 

Nayeon allows herself to be pulled up by the wrist and guided into the kitchen. She watches Dahyun gently tug the dishwasher door open with a sheepish smile and- 

“Ohhhhh my godddd.” 

Nayeon rubs the spot between her eyebrows exasperatedly. Huh. So she wasn’t imagining things after all. She wasn’t insane - okay - that part was debatable (sometimes), but she knew she wasn’t losing it. It, being her marbles, she notes while staring at a wide-eyed Dahyun. Dahyun, who was, at the very least, two full shades pinker than usual. Nayeon stares in disbelief. 

“-look I’m really sorry! I’ll-I’ll put them away now. Right now! I’ll wash up and I’ll put them away next time, I promise!” Dahyun says, voice frantic. She then turns around to hurriedly yank four spoons, two forks and a butterknife from the cutlery basket and waves them in Nayeon’s face. Nayeon’s unable to control the disgusted expression she makes at the visibly dirty utensils. “I-I”ll-I’ll wash these now! I’ll wash these now so we’ll have a few for the rest of the week and tomorrow when we turn the dishwasher on I’ll put them all away,” Dahyun manages to say in one breath. She sniffs.

Her cheeks are flushed red, and her voice has begun to waver, giving away her nerves. And she’s looking at Nayeon with her big, doe-like, guilty brown eyes. All honey. There’s a tiny crinkle between furrowed eyebrows. Nayeon can’t help but feel deeply fond exasperation creep up her spine and rush all the way down to the ends of her fingertips. Her heart squeezes tightly. Uncomfortably. Feels Dahyun wriggle her into yet another spot she didn’t know she had. God. This girl. This idiot. This Idiot! Making her feel things all the time! How was it possible to love such a monumental, wholesome dumbass? How?  

“Is your-” Nayeon clears her throat. “Is your ‘thing’ you needed to tell me-” she does air quotes to emphasise  her point, “-that you don’t put the cutlery away?” 

Dahyun doesn’t meet her eyes and instead chooses to find the floorboards interesting. She pointedly avoids Nayeon’s gaze. Nayeon struggles to bite back a laugh. 

Then, very quietly, in the tiniest voice:

“Yes.” 

Nayeon brings her hands to her cheeks to quell the urge to scream. This girl. This GIRL!!! Was so cute! How could one person be THIS cute! Nayeon chooses to sigh very deeply and bite her lip. She thinks she manages to look stern. 

“I thought I was imagining things,” Nayeon tells her, “no wonder there’s never any cutlery in the drawers!” 

Dahyun rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, babe. I’ll put them away next time.” 

Nayeon watches pink flush Dahyun’s face again and trail down her neck. She finds her hand on the spot where Dahyun’s neck meets her shoulders and gently tugs. 

“I’m not upset, I promise,” she murmurs into dark hair. She feels Dahyun huff a relieved sigh and shuffle herself closer. 

“You sure?” 

“Baby. It’s just cutlery.” Nayeon pulls back, her hand still resting on the nape of Dahyun’s neck. She rubs the skin there, feels Dahyun shiver slightly. “I’m not mad at you,” Nayeon says again. “And anyway. If you had told me you hated that part, the easiest part,” she teases, and draws Dahyun back to her body naturally, “I would have done it instead.”

She punctuates her words with a kiss on the crown of Dahyun’s head. She feels Dahyun smile into her shoulder with how hard she’s grinning. She drops another kiss for good measure. 

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“You are so dumb,” Dahyun whines, and slaps Nayeon’s shoulder with their heavy throw pillow.

“Look, it’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” My idiot, Nayeon thinks, happily.

Dahyun buries her face in Nayeon’s side and whines again. “I can’t believe you put that on Twitter.” 

“You let me post it!” 

“Only because no one looks at your tweets but me!” 

“I have over five thousand followers.” 

“They’re bots.”

So. 

Nayeon might’ve posted a voice-recording of Dahyun’s Confession. On Twitter. And it might have gone viral. And this is why Dahyun is smacking Nayeon's shoulder repeatedly with a pillow on a Tuesday night. Nayeon supposes this is her reward for fame. 

[kurtty-drabbles]

House of M Redone part 5

N/A: I got Netflix but I´ll not let my writing stop. Here we go, Kurt, you´re so whipped.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @muninandhugin @tieflingteeth

The school has upholds many traditions, smaller and bigger, among teachers and students. It was a way to bond with the old and next generation. So far, so good. Except, a new novelty roaming around the halls and classroom. 

Said novelty is nothing more or less than Nightcrawler, one of the most famous Red guards. Whispers, speculations, including some autographs-sometimes, follow by requests of petting his fur- however, what fuels the rumors are two facts:

1) Nightcrawler is taking his time to visit one person.

2) The said person is none other than Kitty Pryde.

Kitty is spotting a new hairstyle. Fluffy and Jewish style will never out of the menu but is possible to change a few things. So, Kitty has a wavy short style.

(Kitty hairstyle)

At this very moment, Kitty is reading some essays with a knee eye to any strange line regards Namor- some of her students have mothers who like to help in the essays. Some mothers have an extreme adoration- causing an exasperated sigh.

"Oh my God, if I read another line about Namor´s abs..." Kitty taps her pen in a nervous tick. One time, two times, furthermore three times. Now, she´s writing something in the essay. "Tell your mother I´m not interested in knowing about Namor´s sex life...doubt his dick could have stopped the grand war! But rest assured he did try" 

"So, not a fan of Namor?" a male voice draws in. Kitty humms in agreement as she picks another essay.   Doe-eyes lift up to see Nightcrawler smirking at her. "He can be a hassle to deal, let me tell you that... he and his fangirls" mentally add and his obsession with Sue Storm

"Hello, Nightcrawler, what a surprise to see you, in my office, may I help you? Soon, we´ll dive into the history of the Red Guards...I´ll spares no one of my witty" she promises.

"As I would expect of such a teacher like you" Kurt´s smooth line must be appreciated. "I´m here to ask for a favor. Kitty, would you like to go with me to the royal ball? The royal family has many parties and gatherings and I, as a member of the Red Guard, must attend and be on my best behavior" Kurt notes sagely how her doe eyes are glued on his golden ones.

"Oh, you mean ...no orgies?" her question is childish, filled with innocence as her grin got wider.

Kurt wrinkles at this. His fangirls seem to appreciate his sexy appeal too much sometimes.

"No, no orgies." is important to emphasize this as strongly as possible. Again, some of his fandoms really enjoy Kurt´s sex appeal. "But I do need to be on my best behavior..."

Kitty´s eyes look down as her fingers tap on her desk. She looks up again to send the pitiful stare Kurt ever saw. "Oh, elf, I´m so sorry...who is this stupid lady that refused you? Look" she clicks her tongues and has a contemplative expression written on her face. "I´m a big fan of enemies to lovers and all that, but in real life, if a lady says no...date another lady won´t make her magically love you. LET IT GO, elf"

Kurt can only narrow his eyes at this. " Are you...using Frozen/Disney jokes on me?"

Kitty is the image of the innocent. As usual.

"There´s no other girl, just you" Kurt promised never seeing the appeal of dating a girl to make another jealous. "I must say...your self-deprecating humor is not flattering" smirks at her expression. 

"So, let me get this straight, you" points to Kurt vehemently with her pen. "could have any lady to the royal ball and for some reason, one I´m not getting, you want to go with me? What about them?" the pen now points to the pair of eyes staring at them with wide eyes.

It took a minute for Kurt to look. It took a minute for all of them to leave.

"I want to go with you....I feel you, in all your wisdom and wit, won´t let me go to an orgy party" humor is the best weapon. Case and point, Kitty smiles at this.

"Well, I would love to...but, you know, in the program X...they didn´t add in my DNA how to dance and talk to royals" Kurt pouts. Kitty smiles- one must observe, as Kurt did, how her face is perfect to smile- the answer to such line is being waited for.

"You´ll never let me forget that, will you?"

"NOPE"

"Fine, I deserve, I guess. I still think it was strange a ..." thread this line with a clear mind and common sense. "civilian, I would say civilian, manage to handle the situation with Juggernaut so calmly"

"Elf, I´m a teacher...Juggernaut is nothing compared to that" winks at him. "Ok, guess I pick you up at 19hs?"

The nerve of this woman.

Then her face gets serious. "Look, I have to ask...what happened to nurse..." Kitty and embarrassed shouldn´t walk together. She puts her hands in front of her chest to make a point. "you know, the nurse I have a big personality?"

Oh, the nerve of this woman.

"Christine...well, she won´t bother us, I hope"

"She seems ...good"

"You can say she´s not very bright, she asked me if I was German"

"Normally, I hate a man calling another woman dumb or anything like that, but...yeah, in this case...I feel you. Is she alright?"

"Finally got we´ll never happen and took a job in Chicago"

"Well, good for her"

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(Emma´s dress)

Emma Frost is more than used to those social events. Having her school, and her name as well, in such high regard means doors are open for her.  The events that almost happen to her students have prevented only thanks to Juggernaut´s stupidity and Emma is well-aware of that.

Oh, right. Kitty and a certain Red Guard are in this equation as well. Not that Emma needs to point this one out.

Oh, speaking on the devil. Emma´s blue eyes narrow as she notices Kitty Pryde, of all people, present in the entrance gate having her arms locked with a certain Red Guard. Oh, Nightcrawler, you´re as subtle and discreet as an elephant in a china store.

Felicia Hardy is Black Cat. Felicia Hardy is a businesswoman and right now, Emma´s date. Coming closer to Emma´s ear to whisper always have double meanings. "Is that...Nightcrawler?"

Nightcrawler is really that popular.

Emma wouldn´t want to introduce herself or have to speak with Kitty Pryde. Sadly,  Black Cat has other ideas.

"Oh my god, you´re Nightcrawler, sorry, that sounds stupid. You know who you are. I just want to say I´m a fan" Felicia speaks in an amicable tone and shakes hands with the azzure man.

Her eyes notice Kitty. Kitty, for her part, was too busy sending death glares to Emma. It was a mutual action.

"Oh, you must be Kitty Pryde, Emma told me a lot about you" Felicia smirks. "anyone who can make the great White Queen nervous is a powerful foe"

Kitty now is taken back by this line. "She used to parade around wearing a corset and nothing else"

"Only because you know it looks good on me...not my fault you have a problem with your body"

"Oh, Emma, don´t confuse my ability to use pants to shame over my body. And for the records, all those plastic surgeons ...and no change on your terrible personality" Kitty has a mock concern expression.

Emma won´t dare to cause a scene. Not tonight.

"Nightcrawler, careful with this one. She´s a handful" Emma decides to say only this. Felicia and Emma are holding hands and walking away.

Kurt couldn´t leave this reply without a proper answer. "Oh, God. I hope so. I hope she´s the kind of the woman my mother warned about"

Emma has no response. Felicia is cackling. Kitty is looking at her shoes- if anyone asks, she can say how she was admiring such expensive shoes. Only that- and Kurt wonders if that is the right thing to say.

(Kitty´s dress)

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(Wanda´s dress)

Wanda Maximoff is the Witch Queen, as most of her followers and family love to call her, and while she understands traditions and its importance...she must confess how this gathering almost didn´t happen. Wanda is as social as a person can be. 

Tonight, she´s on the edge. Lorna and Pietro aren´t good actors to pretend otherwise.

"Anyone wants booze?" Lorna suggests already with some drinks in hand.

"Sure, but I can´t get drunk" Pietro confessed. "thanks to my powers"

"Wanda?" Lorna asked as Wanda is looking Cap Marvel guiding the boys around - a subtle body-guard. A powerful body-guard- her eyes snap back to Lorna as the other is offering drinks to Wanda.

"Yes, please. I´m not feeling this is a good idea...After everything, I feel we´re sitting ducks waiting to be attacked"

"Wanda...you´re not alone, ok? We´re here to protect you, and everyone else. Let´s be real, not the first time a villain wants to conquer Genosha" Lorna half-joke. No one seems to get her sense of humor.

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Kitty was admiring the view. Not Kurt, if he asks, but the people in general. Everyone is so famous and important. Hell, even Emma Frost is important. If her eyes linger on Kurt´s handsome face is only to prove how important he is.

After all, Nightcrawler is the famous Red Guard. The fact he´s here with her still seems a dream.

"Am I that handsome?" Kurt asked smiling showing a part of his fangs.

"I think you know this by now...I´m just impressed by how much important people are here" Kitty confessed. Too honest. Too raw and too afraid at the same time.

"Yeah, everyone here is important"

"I know"

"Even you"

"What?"

Kurt feels this is a small victory. Especially seeing her blushing face. A small victory.

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The Queen is not one to ignore heroes. So, once she caught the word Nightcrawler and the famous teacher Pryde are present in her ball, Wanda makes her mission to at least say hi to them.

Poor woman! if she hasn´t thought quickly...her students...

The Queen needs no introductions. Everyone knows her face. Kitty´s eyes widen and without thinking much-if she was thinking at all- she makes a bow and puts her right hand´s palm in her forehead and speaks this line.

"Enchanted to meet you, Witch Queen"

It came out so naturally. Kitty wonders if someone is controlling her movements or something because she feels too abashed to say anything else.

Kurt is at a loss for words here.

Wanda claps her hands together. "Oh, a fellow witch too?" her eyes are glowing. For once, not with her power.

"No, Your Highness. One of my students is a witch and goes to the Cackle Academy in the summer. Her parents believe in education in the magic system and in the mutant system...and I can always learn something new"

Better be honest with the Witch Queen.

Is the wise decision as Wanda nods in approval.

"Still, it's nice to see people paying respects to the Witchcraft rituals. Anyway, you´re Katherine Anne Pryde. I...just want to say how brave you were for dealing with Juggernaut until the Red Guards arrived" Wanda speaks with poison. As a real Witch Queen should.

"Well, he didn´t want to lead me any sword...I had to be creative" Kitty responds.

Wanda chuckles and nods. "You´re creative enough. Maybe next time, Nightcrawler can lean one of his swords" and adds. "still, I´m happy you and your students are unharmed and I promise you...this won´t happen again"

Kurt is really at a loss for words here.

Wanda excuse herself as she has to talk with the Queen of Wakanda. Ororo Monroe.

"Katzchen...what are you?"

"At this moment, I don´t know...Kurt, can I stay the rest of the night holding your arm?"

"Please"

"Thank you"

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BC,LL: Little Words

Description: Yoongi’s kitten is growing, and he’s couldn’t be happier--even if Taehyung thinks he could. Sanctuary Series: Big Changes, Little Life story.

Warnings: N/A.

Posted: 01/20/2020

Tags: Yoongi, Hybrid!Yoongi, Dad!Yoongi

Fluffy fluff with a hint of angst: 2,204 words

A/N: It’s been ten months since I updated this. Exactly ten months. Now, I know you guys are going to skip over this, but I want to say that I don’t think Yoongi will ever have a love interest. Not while Euny is little, maybe when she’s a teenager or something. So, I’m going to say that this series is complete, with the caveat of requests or something. If you have objections to Yoongi not having a love interest, come discuss it with me!

Yoongi lifted the blanket. “Boo!”

She jumped, and grinned, giggling happily.

He let the blanket drop over her again and snatched it up. “Boo!”

She squealed and made grabby hands as she giggled.

He scooped her up, tilting her so he could blow a raspberry on her adorably chubby tummy.

Eunyeong squealed in delight, playfully batting at his ears.

He laughed and then cuddled her, play-biting on her ears and drawing out more giggles and even a playful little growl that meant nothing as she squirmed in delight in his hold.

She descended into purrs soon enough, nuzzling his jaw and eyes droopy with happiness and sleepiness.

He lay her down in her crib with a soft purr, draping the blankets over her as her eyes shut and her sleepy purrs slowed.

“Teach me your magic,” Taehyung whispered from the doorway. “Or is the magic that she loves you better.”

“I’m her father,” Yoongi said, trying not to preen at how happy he felt at being able to put her down for a nap more easily than Tae or their occasional babysitter.

“I wouldn’t have expected her to fall asleep after getting riled up like that.” Taehyung flicked the light off with his tail as they headed out into the living room, carefully closing the door so that they could talk without waking her. “How was her appointment?”

“Doctor said she’s at a healthy weight and they’re happy with her progress,” He purred, letting himself ride the high of such a good report. “They still want us to keep her on the formula mixed with oatmeal, but we’re clear to feed her mostly solid foods.”

Taehyung grinned. “That’s great, hyung. She’s growing so fast.”

“The only thing they’re worried about is her talking level. She’s still a little behind there,” Yoongi said, cleaning up some of the toys and blankets from playing with Euny. “But we already knew that.”

“That’s why we’re reading to her more, right?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi moved into the kitchen, effectively sorting the dishes and stacking them next to the sink. He filled the sink and turned to grab a dishcloth, only to find Taehyung holding one with a stubborn look.

“I’ll wash, hyung, it’s only fair. I was gone this morning.” He stepped around Yoongi and started washing immediately. “I sold a few paintings, hyung.”

“Really? That’s great, Tae,” The elder purred, patting Taehyung on the back. “Your older or your newer?”

“Older, the ones I did in school. I’ve got the pictures and prints for my portfolio, don’t worry,” Taehyung reassured Yoongi’s next concerns with a grin. “The gallery said I could come back and sell again next time.”

Yoongi just grinned back, ruffling the monkey’s hair.

“Appa.” Euny’s voice came from the monitor and both of them paused, listening carefully.

“Appa!” She called again, louder this time.

Yoongi sighed. “She’s already awake?”

“Did we turn on the white-noise-machine?”

Yoongi groaned, and then headed back in to look at his pouty baby.

Her tail was sort of flicking back and forth in agitation.

He went over. “What’s wrong, princess?”

Her ears swiveled every which way and then flattened and she hissed, but not at him, just as a demonstration to him that something was wrong and she couldn’t explain what.

But he knew Tae was right just by the way her ears had swiveled around. He hummed thoughtfully and turned on the machine, then twisted the key on the music box that Seokjin had given her for her birthday. She loved it to pieces and it played one of the songs Yoongi had written for Eunyeong—a lullaby that he had Jungkook record a couple days after Taehyung returned from Europe, but that was currently only circulated around his family members—and it had a cute little kitten inside it that was frolicking in stardust.

Her purr was immediate after hearing the first note of the music box. “Appa.”

He purred in response, then quietly hummed the song along with the music box, scooping her up again and lovingly nuzzling her.

She drifted off more slowly, still not quite asleep when he lay her in her crib, but quickly dropping off as he backed away.

Taehyung glared at him when he returned. “No fair at all.”

Yoongi just shrugged. “You have to take into account that I also understand her kitten behavior better, Tae.”

“Yeah, yeah. So it was the white-noise machine?”

“Yup.”

“Did she really hiss at you?”

“Not at me, just as a general statement, really.” He shrugged. “She hissed at the lack of sound. She’s never hissed at me.”

“Lucky,” Tae huffed. “She’s all giggles and purrs for you and her crying doesn’t last nearly as long as it does for me, or Bethany.”

“Speaking of Bethany, did you really go on a date with her?”

“Oh…um…maybe?”

Yoongi groaned. “I need to find a new babysitter, don’t I?”

“Sorry, hyung.”

“You better find me a new one,” He warned, a slight growl to his tone. “I liked her and Ariel recommended her.”

“If you get the promotion they keep dangling in front of you, then we can move back closer to home and the others can help.”

“I told you, it was just thrown out as something that may or may not happen next year. They’re still constructing offices that way and I’m one of several candidates, not to mention the only hybrid candidate. My company is pretty good about equal opportunity, but the chances are still slim to none. Neither of us should get our hopes up. Now, you’re going to be the one talking to Jimin for three hours to talk to Ariel for ten minutes.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” Taehyung protested, grinning.

“It is a bad thing, Taehyung,” Yoongi growled a little more.

The monkey ducked his head, tail finding and wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m sorry, hyung. Really.”

“It took Eunyeong all of the two weeks you were gone to warm up to Bethany, and even then she still cried when either of us left her for another month. Just because she was a baby when she was abandoned doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have abandonment issues,” Yoongi said firmly. “Maybe a human baby wouldn’t, but Euny isn’t human. She’s a hybrid.”

Taehyung’s head was hanging. “I know. I really am sorry, hyung. I’ll take care of it.”

Yoongi sighed, but patted Taehyung on the back, ending that conversation. He knew the younger man didn’t mean to cause trouble. He’d always been a little impulsive, but he cared for Eunyeong strongly and would do his best to replace their current babysitter—if need be.

“Did she already tell you she wouldn’t be back?”

“No, but I’m assuming right now. I need to call her about Wednesday night, so we’ll see what happens. If she refuses, then I’ll ask our family for Wednesday and you’ll have to get to work finding a replacement.” They both had important things on Wednesday night—Taehyung at a gallery, and Yoongi at a work gala he didn’t want to go to but needed to if he wanted to stay in consideration for the promotion.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Yoongi asked, looking up at his brother in confusion.

Taehyng was focused on whatever dish he was washing. “It’s just…one of the reasons we got a babysitter was so that we could both do things. So you could go on dates…even if I’m not available….”

Yoongi internally cringed, but outwardly just started messing with his own hair.

“I mean, when was the last time you’ve gone on a date?” Taehyung asked, obviously concerned.

Yoongi shrugged. “Remember that orange tabby?”

Taehyung made a choked sound. “Before you moved here?! Two years ago?!”

Yoongi shrugged again.

“Hyung, you need to get out more!” Taehyung looked very concerned, almost panicked. “It’s not healthy!”

“And it is healthy to have a different date everyone night?” Yoongi snapped back, frowning and folding his arms. “I’m not suffering, Tae.”

“You don’t honestly want to do it alone your whole life,” Taehyung replied.

Yoongi hardened. “Do what alone?”

Tae froze, eyes widening.

“Do what alone, Taehyung? Raise Eunyeong?” He asked again, glaring at his brother.

Taehyung’s gaze dropped to the dishes again.

Yoongi huffed in frustration. “My priority is making sure Eunyeong grows up happy and healthy. I don’t need a significant other to make sure she has everything she needs. Would it maybe be easier? Maybe. And yes, I wonder if she would be better off in the future having a mom in her life, but that’s not a good reason to enter into a relationship.” Not to mention he didn’t feel the need to be in a relationship. “If you feel like I’m holding you back in any way, you’re free to move out.”

Taehyung’s gaze snapped back up to look at Yoongi in true panic and regret. “I didn’t mean that, hyung! I just…I don’t want you to get lonely.”

“I’m not,” Yoongi replied gently, satisfied that Taehyung understood him. “I’m not lonely. If I do get lonely, you’ll probably be one of the first to know. But dating…right now, I’m not interested. I have everything I wanted—well, other than living close to the rest of our family. But I have my own place, a job I love, a nice roommate, and my daughter. I never thought I would be this happy. I know I’m not a mom, but I’m doing the best that I can and I haven’t hesitated to ask for help, have I?”

Taehyung shook his head, drying his hands and coming over to latch onto Yoongi.

Yoongi sighed and patted his back. “I know you mean well, Tae. And if someone comes along that I’m interested in, then I’ll freak out and probably lose my chance with them and come home and cuddle with Eunyeong talking about how I don’t need anyone.”

Tae let out a little monkey laugh at that, tail wrapping around Yoongi’s waist and knocking them over onto the couch.

“Yah!” Yoongi protested loudly.

Tae just laughed and stayed attached to Yoongi, forcing him into cuddling.

Yoongi protested for a while longer, then just resigned himself to it after a while, especially since his insomniac brother was fast asleep.

A nap didn’t sound too bad.

A little giggle came from the baby monitor.

Tae woke up just enough for Yoongi to escape and get the little kitten.

Yoongi carried her back out to the couch, letting Tae cuddle back up to him.

Euny curled on his chest, giggling as she made little kitten noises with her stuffed animal.

He moved it for her, creating more little giggles and a purr, and felt a warm sense of satisfaction. He read to her, speaking lowly and catching the way she just stared at his face in awe. Maybe understanding, maybe just listening to his low voice as he read.

“Appa,” She murmured, eyes looking heavy.

“Yes, princess?” He asked lowly, glancing to make sure Tae was still asleep.

“‘Ove oo,” She slurred with a mewl. She let out a little kitty sound that said she loved him.

He returned the cat-like affection, then shifted so they were cuddled up more comfortably. “I love you too, Eunyeong.”

“Wuv Taetae too,” She slurred, reaching over and patting Taehyung’s head.

His tail languidly wrapped around her ankle.

Yoongi kissed her chubby little cheek. “He loves you too, princess.”

She wiggled up and kissed him. “Appa.”

He purred softly, brushing her hair from her face and pressing kisses all over her face and getting more giggles and wiggled.

“No, appa!” She squealed as he playfully mouthed her kitten ears, giggling and wriggling to try and escape.

He grinned and laughed, ducking so she could get back at him. He slid them onto the floor, laying on his stomach while she crawled over him and tried to catch his tail-tip (which he let her do because she was moving so well and he was so proud of his baby, he could withstand her little bites on his tail).

He got distracted by his phone for a moment while she was playing with his tail. He grinned and nudged Taehyung awake. “Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung looked at him blearily.

“Jin said that she’s having twins,” He said, amusement putting a little bit of a cat noise in his voice.

Taehyung started laughing. “Of course she is.”

“One boy and one girl,” He added, shaking his head and pulling Euny away from the corner of the coffee table.

Euny went to Tae, holding her arms out. “Up peas.”

He complied and scooped her up, still laughing about Emma’s situation. “They going to be okay?”

“Yeah, Hobi is moving back in with them to help out with the triplets.”

They both got quiet after a bit while Euny babbled to her stuffed bunny.

“Okay, you really need to get that promotion so we can move closer to home.”

“Yup.”

“Yup yup!” Euny chirped, giggling and grinning at both of them.

Taehyung melted and started cooing over her and tickling her.

Yoongi watched with satisfaction, feeling complete.

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Masterlist.  Sanctuary Series Masterpost. 

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Oasis more like pleasure heaven - Asra smut

Someone said: “Goodness honestly, asra pleasuring himself is so fucking hot, you did an. AMAZING job! If you are still taking requests, ffff could I please ask for more of that? Like anything you want but I just love him playing with himself while thinking about the MC fffffffffff (maybe pillow humping aaaaaaaaa)”

Ahhh, thank you so much!! <3 I wrote this in one go, i´m so doneeee

But it was really fun!! I hope you like it <3<3<3

MAJOR SPOILERS!! SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!

Asra seeks comfort in his oasis. Little did he know that he´ll find more comfort than he expected. or How long can he last without reliving himself?

Words: 1,9k

Relationships: Asra / Non binary reader (implied) , Asra / Himself (?)

Finally returning to the comforting confines of his oasis, Asra let out a hollow sigh. His body felt tense, rigid from the scene he had fled back at the shop. The wandering magician shook his head, fluffy white hair bouncing up and down from the movement. He´d almost destroyed everything, almost put you at danger, again. The guilt sat heavy on his shoulders, weighing him down as he left deep footprints in the sand.

Oh how he wished to be with you again. Everything had changed, back then. The overwhelming joy of seeing the lost life returning to your body had been quickly displaced with utter horror. Your missing memories put a deep hole into your existence, much like a puzzle missing its most important middle pieces. Even after three years, day after day filled with hope that you´d wake up and remember, that your eyes would light up in recognition and fill with tears as you hugged your lover, your current status hasn´t changed.

Asra wasn´t allowed to dream, to let his mind wander back to what was. Whenever he did, his heart ached for you like it was on fire, demanding your closeness and love. Your relationship was in the past, hopelessly overshadowed by the dulling, numbing present. A warm breeze swept by, engulfing the young wanderer as if to hug him, yet the thought of you still didn´t leave his mind. Here was the only place when he showed weakness and spoke his deepest, secret wishes.

Yet, while it was a paradise, the dark parts of his minds were represented as well. They hid in the deep rain forest, in the smallest cracks and holes, whispering his name whenever he passed by. Even though he himself had created this place, there were things even Asra couldn´t control.

The more striking was his astonishment when he suddenly came upon a river. There was a tent-like, open pavilion on the other side, similar to the ones in Nadi´s palace gardens. Next to it stood a resting silhouette, emitting a calming aura rather than a threatening presence. On closer inspection, it looked like a perfect reflection of himself. Maybe he was imagining it because when he blinked, the figure had vanished.

Without paying it much thought, Asra lifted the satchel over his head while he waded through the waist deep, warm water. The warmth of the river still did nothing to relax his body. He´d felt on edge for days on end. Once leaving the water, he stepped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes, eager to try out the soft-silky interior of the pavilion. For a second he wanted to turn around and explore it together with you. You´d have laughed at his unplanned swim, in fact Asra heard your warm laughter ringing in his ears. Oh how he wanted to share this moment with you, to bring you here.

Throwing his pocket somewhere on the fluffy carpet-ground, he let himself fall into the sea of rose-coloured pillows. They felt nice against his naked skin, so silky and cool. Experimentally he rocked against them a few times, just to be almost immediately overwhelmed by sleep. It was no wonder when he the constant thoughts tired him out. They were painful, reminding him why he had fled this time. The reason was so utterly careless that he had debated on never coming back. A week ago, he had just poked his head into your bedroom, wanting to wake you for breakfast. You had read your favourite book, engrossed in the lines like you´d always used to. When, after some moments which Asra had used the seldom opportunity to stare at your beautiful features without disturbance, you had lifted your head and smiled at him in such a heart-warming, familiar way that he had wanted to tell you everything right then and there. It felt like his heart melted in heat right on the spot and while his lips had already formed the words, thankfully his voice had failed him. I love you.

I have loved you since the first day, and will continue to do so until my last.

When he awoke, thick rain drops knocked against the top of the tent in a calm, happy tune. It was a summer rain, coming to water the thirsty plants and revive the desert. With a sigh, Asra turned around, and shuddered as his erect, hot length was exposed to the air. As much as the guilt forbid him to chase after pleasure, his inner, love-starved self got the best of him. The erection stood hot and proudly, begging for attention by oozing pre-cum out of its head.

It was no use. For the last week, the act of punishment by denying himself pleasure had taken its toll on the young magician. How he wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you… the grains of sand of the desert beautifully described how many times he had jacked off to joint, fond memories.

Finally, Asra gave in, his hand coming down onto the searing hot skin. The pure contact had him hiss, considering that it was the first one in a while. His fingertips traced patterns into his shaft, smearing his pre cum all over himself and Asra gave a tight, little moan. When it felt slick enough he stroked it, slowly moving his hand up and down the thick cock. Under some circumstances, it would be your hand, squeezing and luring the pleasure out of his body.

The pure memory of you affected the magician deeply and it wasn´t long until he was moving faster, hips pushing up to meet his hand. His fingers formed a circle, creating a loose hole for him to thrust into, while Asra called out your name. If it was in hope or in despair, no one would ever really know.

While his own hand did not provide much comfort, the feeling of your mouth around him did, forever burnt into his mind. His reflection appeared again before the pavilion, watching him as it came closer. It didn´t feel quite like his own magic, but it felt familiar. Maybe it was the magician? In this gaze, it was hard to tell. Either way, Asra wasn´t set on stopping now, having been caught anyways. Also, he was positive that nothing, except his own mind, could ever hurt him in this safe heaven.

He closed his eyes and let his cock slip through his fingers again and again, blushing at the slick sound. It wasn´t enough, though. His body strained and moved, yet the desired rush of euphoria failed to take over.

Asra grit his teeth, moving faster, tighter. When he reopened his eyes, his reflection stood before him. Despite the rain outside, it didn´t appear to be wet. A snap resounded in the air. Asra´s brain was too foggy to fully process as his other self leaned over and suddenly wrapped a surprisingly slick hand around his raging boner. The white haired wanderer cried out as his reflection jacked him off, hard and fast. His tight, slick hand moved up and down his rock-hard length, creating the lewdest of sounds while his owner kept silent.

Asra panted, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he simply gave in to the experience. He thrust into the tight grip like crazy, letting out a desperate groan as the hand squeezed even tighter.

My heart belongs to you. I´d give my self up to safe you until there´s nothing left of me.

Guilt worked against pleasure in merciless, cooling waves, bringing him down from his high. His body went rigid in discomfort and he opened his eyes. How did the reflection work? Did it know how his true self felt? I must have, because suddenly he grabbed one of the silky pillows and leaned forwards, pressing it around Asra´s cock like a second pair of skin and forming a warm orifice.

His breath left Asra in a shuddering exhale as his eyes fluttered close. The pillow felt excellent against this twitching cock, almost, almost as good as you. His hands searched for purchase, nails clawing into the sea of pillows as he let out a loud moan of your name.

It felt good, the tightness, the warmth. Asra didn´t notice how his reflection came even closer. Only when he felt a palm gently cupping his cheek, he gasped in surprise. Yet he didn´t open his eyes as he leaned into the touch, so very thankful. He could almost feel you against his skin, feeling you stroke his cheek while you cooed sweet nothings into his ear.

Your name left his lips over and over again as he thrust into the pillow for dear life. A thumb brushed over his sensitive tip whenever it peaked out in the front, making his body shudder and tremble.

It´s all my fault. If I had been brave enough you´d have never died. I left you. I don´t deserve to be around you, to think of myself as your protector when I failed to do so while you slowly died scared and alone.

“N-not enough…!” Asra mumbled between sighs and moans, frustration growing on his face.

Without a word, his reflection removed its hand from Asra´s face. Another snap, then suddenly Asra felt something warm and slick circle his hole. Gasping, he witnessed how the finger entered him. The digit fucked his hole gently, and was soon joined by another one.

I was a coward for running away and a fool for being so stubborn. To this day, this decision haunts me in every one of my dreams.  

You had always been so excellent at sucking him off, knowing all of his sweet spots and preferences and when to pull back to draw out his pleasure and prolong his orgasm. And the lovely sounds that had escaped your pretty mouth, small moans that had sent twitches right to his cock.

Asra was about to lose his mind, thrusting upwards into the heavenly pillow while he got fingered into oblivion. “F-fuck, yes…” His moans echoed in the dry sand, while the oasis bloomed with his pleasure. His shirt stuck onto his skin in sweat and heat, hair sticking against the pillows. Your name left his lips over and over again. “Forgive me! Please, forgive me…” Warm tears escaped the corners of his eyes and dripped down the wet, flushed cheeks. His cock throbbed, spasming as he felt he fingers curling against his sweet spot and spilling into the warm heat.

His other self pulled his hands back, letting Asra bathe in the afterglow. Whether his reflection was his own or someone else´s magic, he didn´t care. Just about you, he did. You would be sad that he would be gone for so long, yet he had to escape this ruined relationship sometimes. It didn´t matter how much he loved you, how much he was willing to give, when it was best if he let you alone. Your feelings, your well-being were his top priority and he would let no one, not even himself, get in their way.

Through the thick haze of the fogginess inside his brain, he could make out your face. His heart painfully tightened at the sight, was he not miles away from you in this very moment. Eyes still closed, the young magician detected some movement in the pavilion. Assuming his reflection had left, he was even more surprised to feel a palm cupping his cheek, wiping at his dried tears. Yet, this was nothing compared to the shock he felt when his other self suddenly connected their lips. They shared a slow, gentle kiss. After a few moments, the other Asra pulled back.

“I forgive you.”

[bards-witcher]

Okay so are you okay with writing the boys as female? Cuz a female Ohm is... Extremely hot 😉 If that's not your thing, that's fine! If it isn't, then maybe some bunny hybrid Ohm? And whatever ship you want?? Maybe some hybrid adoption center thing??(as fucked up as that is-(boy if you aren't accepting requests Imma feel REAL dumb.))

So I kinda mixed the 2 ideas together, not gonna lie I’m kinda iffy about it but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I’d be happy to do more fem!Ohm in the future because I’m currently living for @jhanyaiartist  flip au and @jessantom663 drawings.

Plus I’m like always taking requests so just shoot me an ask any time :D

Also, I made it Ohmtoonz because I’m a basic bitch, hope you don’t mind :) but I’m happy to do other pairings as well :D

[Ohm POV]

It had been almost two years since she’d first joined a hybrid adoption agency and ten months since she’d last been taken home by someone. When she’d first joined she’d had hope that she may finally find a home and someone who cared for her, but that was far from the case.

The first person who had adopted her was kind at first, it didn’t take long for her to warm up to him and he seemed almost smitten with her, eager to take her out and show her off to his friends and surprising her with gifts when he returned from work. It wasn’t long, however, before he turned sour, although hybrids weren’t common they could live life like any other person, and when she’d asked to find a job he’d quickly shut her down.

It wasn’t long before he got bored of her, tired of her desire for a normal life when all he wanted was someone who cooked for him and who would look pretty on his arm. He’d claimed that they were going out to the beach that day, that he was going to treat her as it was somewhere that she’d never been before. However, whatever hope she’d had was quashed when instead she was taken back to the adoption agency, the guy claiming she was faulty before leaving without a backward glance.

Despite this she still had hope, hope that there was someone out there for her. For the next few months, the process was much the same as the first. Someone would come and charm her, sweep her off her feet, however, they all had the same ideals, that she was good for little else but cleaning and fucking.

The last person to adopt her had tried to sell her into a hybrid sex ring, she’d kicked and cried and pleaded but it didn’t deter them. Her saving grace had been the cops breaking down the door to the auction room and during the panic, she was able to slip away from her captors and were met with more cops and other hybrids who were to be sold.

From that day on she swore that she could trust no one but herself, that she’d swear off of finding anyone, that she was damaged goods, and would try to convince the agency to help her find a job.

Originally they didn’t take too well to her choice, but after 2 months of completely rejecting the people who wanted to adopt her, they reluctantly helped her to find her first job. It wasn’t much, a part-time barista job just down the street, but it was something, and it’s all she needed.

However, she was quick to realize that the people at her job were little different than those who had tried to adopt her. She’d finish most shifts with a new number from those who were determined enough to try their luck, despite her refusal they’d show up at a couple of her shifts to try and convince her, however, they all gave pretty soon when they finally understood that she wasn’t interested.

It was a Thursday morning and it was her turn to open up the small coffee shop, she didn’t mind the early hours too much, it was easy work and she enjoyed watching the small city come to life. It was with a surprise then that someone entered the shop, he was tall and from the brief glance, she got she could tell he worked out. She put on her best smile as he slowly approached the counter, looking at the large blackboard above them.

“Anything I can help you with sir?”

The man looked stunned for a moment before smiling back at her “um, yeah. How much you charge for a large coffee?” It was easy to pick up the southern twang in his voice which almost sounded like thick molasses, her smile turned more genuine as she answered.

“Black?” The man nodded, allowing her to continue “$2.50, but for you, I’ll make it $2” The taller man smiled down at her, as if studying her for a moment, his appreciative gaze that swept over her body didn’t go unnoticed.

“$2.50’ll be fine, thanks. My old coffee place tryna charge me $4 for a damn coffee, sure as hell wasn’t staying there”

Without another word she got to work, it was an easy enough order and it wasn’t long before she handed him his drink “$2 please” she smiled up at him, noticing him quickly avert his gaze when she’d caught him staring.

“Here, I’ll feel guilty if I don’t pay the full price” With that he handed her over the money at full price, but she was quick to slide the 50-cent coin back to him.

“Call it an incentive for you to come back again” The man took the coin and dropped it into the tip jar before taking a sip of his drink, in the quiet of the shop she could make out the small moan he made.

“Fuck this is a nice ass cup of coffee” She couldn’t help but giggle at the man’s outburst, noticing the small smile he shot her way as if pleased by her response.

“Only the best for our customer’s sir”

“Call me Luke”

“So, can we expect to see you again soon Luke?” She looked up at him through her lashes, she wasn’t above the occasional flirting in order to get tips and to get people to come back.

“You can be damned sure, and not just for the coffee” With that he threw a wink before putting a few more coins into the jar and leaving the shop.

It wasn’t the first time that she’d flirted towards customers, and it wouldn’t be the last, however, something about him stuck with her and in the quiet hours during her shift that day she couldn’t stop her mind wandering to him.

For the next few weeks Luke had been coming into the coffee shop more and more often, he never gave a reason except that the coffee was too damn good, but her co-workers had told her that he’d ask for her whenever he came in.

Most of the time they’d have a short conversation as his drink was made, often just about what they were doing that day and other mundane stuff like the weather. He’d then leave a generous tip in the jar and throw her a wink before leaving.

It was another early morning shift, and she couldn’t hide her excitement at the chance of seeing Luke, her talks with the southerner were often the highlight of her day before she had to return to her room at the agency, not that Luke knew that of course.

However, today he hadn’t shown up, she tried to hide her disappointment as she waited the last ten minutes of her shift, her co-worker tried his best to get a smile out of her, but nothing had worked. 

When her shift was finished she returned her apron to the back room, said her goodbyes and headed out of the shop, only to have a tall figure run straight into her. Before she could tell him to watch it she looked up to see Luke staring down at her, face red and sweat on his brow, taking heaving breaths as he moved back to give her room.

“Good, I still caught you.”

“My shifts over Luke”

“Have a drink with me? Please?” She wanted to say no, to follow the rules she’d set herself all those months ago, but with Luke looking down at her, soft eyes pleading at her she couldn’t refuse, especially when it was evident that he’d run here.

She nodded, Luke, smiling in response before he lay a gentle hand on her waist and led her back into the coffee shop. Before they could even think of ordering coffee her co-worker pushed a tray towards them with two coffees and a slice of cake. They thanked him as Luke grabbed the tray and led them to a table in a corner out of the way of prying eyes.

“Thank you… For having a drink with me” Luke smiled at her and she smiled back at him, both staring at each other as they tried to ignore the underlying feeling of something between them, before both taking a sip of their drinks.

It was then that Luke picked up the fork that was alongside their cake, taking a large chunk of it before shoveling it into his mouth, she had to hide her laugh when his face started to turn even redder when he noticed her disapproving look.

“Don’t go eating all of that I want some too” Luke handed her the fork and she took a bite of the cake, dragging the fork out of her mouth as she looked up at Luke, noticing the way that he was staring at her lips.

They then started talking about their days, how Luke had been delayed at the bank and then the market, how he was going out to a party tonight to celebrate his friends’ new club opening.

“Do you wanna to come with?” She was shocked for a moment, surprised that he’d even offer and as much as she wanted to go the agency’s strict 11pm curfew meant that she couldn’t.

“I have plans tonight, sorry” She offered him a curt smile, feeling instantly guilty when he saw the brief flash of hurt cross Lukes’ face.

“Nah it’s cool, just an idea” She could tell he was upset, so in an attempt cheer him up she started to flick her ears around to a rhythm that didn’t exist, happy when she saw Luke laugh a little at her antics. “One thing I’ve always wanted to know is, do you have a tail?”

She blushed as she looked away from his piercing gaze “I might do”

“Can I see it?” She hesitated at his request, in the past, her owners had tried to cover up her hybrid features as much as possible, her tail she could somewhat get away with, but it was near impossible to try and hide her ears. The fact that Luke wanted to see it made her blush even more.

Without a word she stood from her seat and turned around, lowering her jeans slightly until her white fluffy tail was sticking out. She waited to hear what Luke was going to say, half expecting to hear laughter or taunts, what she didn’t expect was to feel a gentle hand touch the ends of the fur covering it. 

She shook her tail a little, laughing when she felt Lukes’ hand draw away but when he got the courage to touch it again she moved her tail into his hold, letting him have free reign over one of her most sensitive parts. Eventually, she moved away and sat back down, using her ears to cover her face somewhat from Lukes intense stare.

“I have something for you” She watched as Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, laying it down on the table between them for her to open. “I saw it when I was out today and thought of you, so…yeah”

She gingerly leaned forward and opened the box, it was a small silver outline of a rabbit on a simple necklace chain. She took it out of the box to have a closer look, it was beautiful in its simplicity and she had no words to offer Luke but ‘Thank you’.

“I know it’s not much but I –“

“It’s beautiful Luke, I honestly don’t know what to say” She unfastened the clasp and went to try and put it around her neck before Luke interjected.

“Let me” She brought her hands back in front of her, waiting for Luke to move around the table behind her before passing the necklace to him. He gently pushed her hair to one side as he reached around her neck, fingers gently tracing around her neck before clasping the two sides together, causing a shiver to travel up her spine.

She looked down at the small rabbit now around her neck, shivering again when Luke moved her hair back in place before she turned to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Luke” They smiled at each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes, she was so lost in them that she barely registered him lightly grazing his fingers up and down her arm.

They stayed like that, too distracted in one another that her co-worker coming round the corner caused them to break apart, a smug smile on his face as he took the now empty cups.

“I-I should go. It’s getting late. Thank you again.. for the necklace. It really is beautiful. Have fun tonight” With a final smile and wave she got up and headed for the door, however she was stopped by Luke grabbing her elbow.

“Let me walk you home”

“No, you don’t have to do that” As much as she liked Luke there was no way she was going to let him find out where she lived, how she lived.

“I’d feel a lot better knowing you got home safe and sound”

“No, it’s fine really, besides you need to get ready for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” When Luke nodded she gave one last smile before leaving the coffee shop, quickly walking the short distance back home and making her way straight to her room.

She was quick to strip herself of her clothes, eager to get into the shower to clear her thoughts when a knock was heard on her door.

“Ryan? You in there?” rolling her eyes she put on her dressing gown and opened her door to see the matron of the house looking down at her. “You’re late back from work”

“It got busy” The glance the older women shot at her necklace as well as her pursed lips showed that she knew it was a lie, but as no rules were broken she couldn’t chastise her.

“As per usual, your offers” she rolled her eyes again as she accepted several folders from the women.

“I don’t know why you bother, you know my answer already” she didn’t spare any of them a glance before tossing them into the growing pile in her bin she kept beside her door for this purpose.

“You know you’re going to have to leave eventually. Either pick someone soon, or I will.” She stood there dumbfounded as the matron turned to walk away, there was no way that this should be allowed and the thought of what could happen to hear made a pit settle in her stomach. “By the way we have a viewer coming in tonight and he wants to see everybody. That includes you, so make sure you look nice”

She slammed the door to her room closed, fighting back tears as she entered the shower, letting out gentle sobs as she slowly started to wash herself. It was only when she felt the chain under her fingers that she managed to gain some semblance of control.

Luke. Luke who had come to the coffee shop any and every day to find out her shifts, who was more than happy to keep her company in the early hours, who had run to the shop in the hopes that he’d catch her. The man who despite having only known her a few weeks, was the one person who actually knew her.

Maybe if she told him, let him know where she lived, that he’d take her in, look after her in the way nobody here did. She turned the water off as she weighed the pros and cons in her mind, unconsciously going through the motions of getting ready as her thoughts weighed heavier on her mind. 

Before she knew it there was a knock on her door with the command to get downstairs, with a final look in the mirror, touching the chain that already meant so much to her, she started to make the slow preamble downstairs.

Everybody was already there waiting when she finally got there, the matron tapping her foot impatiently before dragging her to her spot in line. She gave the usual talk, be good, don’t speak until spoken to and all that other bullshit.

She played with her fingernails as the doorbell rang, the matron quickly rushing to the door and offering all the kindness and warmth a mother should show as she guided the viewer in. She didn’t look up as the matron started to introduce him to the first hybrids, only when she heard the older woman start to sputter and shout did she look, only to met with the scene of Luke striding towards her.

She could only stare as Luke stopped in front of her, offering her a small smile as his hands came up to rub at her shoulders before moving up her neck and then finally to cup her face, holding her in his gaze, not that she could look away anyway.

“C’mon, I’m getting you outta here” She raised her left hand to grab his wrist, rubbing her thumb against it and she could feel his pulse racing, or maybe it was hers.

“Luke, are you-“

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure. I want nothin’ more than for you to come home with me” she gave a small nod, trying to blink away the tears in her eyes as Luke smiled back down at her. “C’mon then”

He pulled away from her, grabbing the hand that was holding his wrist as he walked them out, ignoring the calls and threats from the matron and the cheers from the other hybrids.

As soon as she got into the car Luke was quick to get them out of there, loosely holding her hand as he navigated his way through the streets to his house.

It wasn’t long before he parked on the side of the road, with the engine shut off there was nothing but deafening quiet between them.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She could tell Luke was hurt, but despite this, she stood by her choice

“You didn’t need to know”

“Bullshit Ryan, everyone knows that place is a shithole, you could’ve told me, I could’ve-“

“You don’t understand. My kind are… rare, being there, despite everything is better than being stolen and sold to the highest bidder. So yeah it’s a shithole but it’s the best I got”

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t worry about it”

“Why not get adopted then?” She scoffed at Lukes’ words, he’d said it himself, the place was a shithole, it was only fitting that the people who went there were shitholes too.

“My track record of owners isn’t the best to say the least”

“Then why’d you come with me?” 

She turned so that she was facing Luke, seeing nothing but kindness and hope shone back at her “You’re different. You’ve cared more for me than anyone else ever has” She let out a small chuckle, looking down at the space between them “I know it’s cliché bu-“

Before she could finish her sentence Luke grabbed her chin, lifting her face up so that she was facing him again. He paused for a moment, looking down at her lips before slowly moving closer forwards. He gave her ample time to pull away from the kiss he was offering, but instead, she closed the difference between them and connected their lips. It was short and sweet, nothing more than a peck on the lips but nevertheless, they were both breathless when they pulled apart.

“C’mon lets get inside” They were quick to get out of the car, she followed him up the pathway to his house, stepping through the doorway when he held it open for her. She followed him to the kitchen where he pulled out a couple of beers, opening them both before offering one to her.

She took it gratefully, drinking down half the bottle before putting it on the countertop, noticing Luke looking at her with an amused glint in his eye. “I’ve got a spare room made up for you if you want” She could tell that Luke was nervous, if not for the hand he rubbed at the back of his neck it was the way he refused to look at her.

“Oh, I just thought that-“

“Look, whatever we are, I’m happy, but we won’t do anything until we’re both ready” He’d taken both of her hands in his and was rubbing small circles into them with this thumbs as he spoke

She looked up at Luke, using his hands for balance as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him again. This one was different than the first, she tried to convey all her appreciation, love and hope she had for the man in front of her when they pulled apart it was only for them to catch another breath before they kissed again. 

Eventually, Lukes’ arms wrapped around her waist and she felt herself get lifted up and onto the counter, his hands wandering up and down her back until one hand settled onto her tail and she had to stifle her moan at his touch.

“Luke” She held herself close to him, unwilling to let go in case it all disappeared in front of him, and by the way, Luke held her he felt the same.

“Shhh, I’ll look after you. I’ll always look after you”

[myfanfictiongarden]

Fluffy-headcanons!!!

More fluff is on the way! @vuelle

 when the girls were small their parents would hold play-nights, which ment the whole family would be in their little parlor, Anna and Elsa sitting on the chaise, their mother in the armchair or on an footstool and their father standing infront of the mantelpiece. Now Imagine two little girls sitting side by side, their mother reading from an book or another while their father would reinact the given scene (you should see Adgar acting out Cinderella). Many evenings would pass such, at least when the king had time, and when all known authors and plays were through history books would do too (I promise you you´ll never forget any Roman emperor when this family gets hold on his story)

One of the reasons Adgar is so good at these acts is because, being very shy in his childhood and youth, he had started to act out his favorite plays, hoping this way to defeat his shy manners- it did not help much when he first met Idun though, as he was more shy then ever. That all did not matter in the end as she enjoys his silence just as much as she loves how he makes her laugh

One of the reasons Idun always (well, mostly) reads from the books while he acts is because she has the most beautiful voice when it comes to reading, its nearly magic how she makes the words come to life. Her voice is like a hidden fountain, a world on its own. She may appear silent in public, but when she does speak it captures you. That’s why Adgar loves her so much

Inspired by their parents, young Elsa and Anna would at times prepare their own plays, writing them together (well, more like drawing as Elsa was not yet so good at writing at the age of six) and acting them out together- or more like Anna would “act” while Elsa would tell the story

Elsa was the one who very soon adapted her mothers way of reading aloud (after they stopped such evenings for nearly two years, caused by an frightful event one night in the ball room). Just as the piano lessons she had just started, reading provided a feeling of peace and control. Sitting in the armchair- Anna and their parents either on the chaise or acting- she could be with them while the book provided her a kind of defense, a barrier between herself and the rest of the world. Not to mention her soft voice- with at times a hint of jest- was perfect for it. Elsa enjoyed these now rare evenings

Anna was very good at reading to, but felt always too much involved with what was playing on the pages, so on one point she stuck with acting, like her father (but for different reasons). Anyway, her performances were always a thing to behold and her parents enjoyed it very much to sit for once just on the chaise 

Some years passed with these play-evenings nearly forgotten, when one day Elsa came across a book they had often used for these evenings. It will be understood that from now on Kristoff and Olaf had interesting evenings to look for (and the Tale of Flemingrad was not the only troll tale Kristoff told)

[yujachachacha]

Can u recommend me some LL doujin? (Rule 34 is not a problem)

Bruh. You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that. Now you’ve doomed this post to wall-of-text status.

Are you looking for LL (µ’s) or LLS (Aqours)? Or even A-RISE/St. Snow? No really, when I visited Mandarake on my trip to Japan earlier this year, there was an entire doujin section devoted specifically to A-RISE.

Of course, pairings matter as well. Are you into NozoEli or NozoNico or NicoEli or NozoEliNico or EliUmi or HonoUmi or KotoUmi or NicoMaki or MakiPana or RinPana or…you get the point.

And on that note, what genre are you interested in? Comedy? Angst? Romance? And if you’re into romance, are you looking for something with plot…or straight-up smut? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Don’t even get me started on Twitter/Pixiv - there are lots of good published doujins out there for sure, but there’s also a ton of fanart and short comics posted on Twitter that deserve love.

If you have anything specific in mind, feel free to tell me and I’ll try to point you in the right direction. But for now, I’ll just give you a list of artists off the top of my head whose works I particularly enjoy.

(Note: You can find translated doujins for many of the artists below on Dynasty Reader and the like, but please consider purchasing the actual book - most of them are on Melonbooks. They’re really cheap and honestly worth it, plus you’re showing your support of these talented folks! I myself own a copy of Mushiyaki’s first ChikaYou doujin.)

Cat2Sora AKA KASHIKAZE: Previously drew a ton of beautiful Nozomi fanart, is now an Aqours 2nd years fan. Very colorful and…hm, how should I put it…wild(?) looking art. Maybe fluid/dynamic is a better way to put it - their works always look so full of life. They have a series where Chika turns into a chibi cat girl, and You and Riko try to manage the situation while fighting off death from cuteness overload. It’s fantastic.

Fugace: Very clean line art. They drew NicoMaki in the past (their chibi comic “Nico-chan the Butcher” is ridiculously sweet), but now their claim to fame is their DiaMaru doujin series. 

Kanbayashi Makoto AKA Mushiyaki: Their characterization is simply amazing and their art is really good. Not sure how to explain it, except that I particularly like the way they draw hands…? I think they’re most famous for their NozoEli doujins, but they also have a really great NozoNico series. As for Sunshine, their main focus is ChikaYou.

Karuha: Absolutely gorgeous NicoMaki. She does a really good job of capturing a mature vibe rather than the incessant bickering you often see for this pairing. She also has a KanaMari doujin, but I personally haven’t read it yet. Judging from the sample I’ve seen though, it looks like it’ll be just as beautiful as her NicoMaki works.

On that note, IIRC the holy trinity of, uh, NSFW NicoMaki artists used to be something like Karuha for mature NicoMaki, Ooshima Tomo AKA Sweet Pea for Maki-always-tops-Nico (A warning on Ooshima Tomo: they have a DiaRuby doujin that does fall under Rule 34, so steer clear of that if you’re not into that kind of sisterly love; if you happen to have read it and feel like you need your soul cleansed, here’s a hilarious NicoMaki comic with a special cameo), and Sekihara Umina for Nico-always-tops-Maki. I’m honestly only a fan of Karuha out of this trio, but different strokes for different folks I guess.

KOUGI: Great ChikaRiko art…just great art in general. It’s very nice and clean! You might have seen a lot of their stuff translated on the chikarikotranslations Tumblr blog, haha.

Kumichou: Cute and funny KotoUmi doujins. I think Kotori’s character is especially captured well. For Sunshine, their main focus is KanaDia. They started putting out a doujin series for this pair that’s actually more of a drama comic rather than their typical comedies, and I have to say that they made the shift really well.

Kurocan: The author of the “MakiRinPana’s Lessons on Living Together” series, which I adore. I highly recommend this series to all Rin fans so you can see MakiPana spoiling our favorite cat girl rotten. Also, Hanayo is unexpectedly smooth af.

Mezashi: The YohaMaru god. You might also know them for the cute comics that they draw for every µ’s and Aqours girl’s birthday. Their style is more chibi-like and very fluffy.

Nacht (なはと) AKA atyamo: Their YouRiko Twitter comics are…so good…and I think they were one of the earliest artists for the pairing too? Like, I recall seeing one of their comics from way before S1 started airing.

Pito: Probably the most well-known Korean LL artist. Like Mushiyaki, they probably got attention through their NozoEli comics. Pito’s line art tends to be more on the rounder, softer side. Pito drew some ChikaYou in the past (I translated one of their comics here), but their main focus now is YouRiko. Well, to be exact, that’s their current second year bias. Most of their comics are actually about KanaMari. (A warning on Pito: since most of their art is on Twitter, it ranges from “Awww look at the cute baby ChikaYouKanan” to “WTF is this shitpost?!?!” And, uh, one time Pito literally tweeted “I’ve thrown away my morals” and posted NSFW DiaRuby - which was censored like all their NSFW art, but still…)

tmfly AKA Shittori oblate: Really funny KanaMari comics. Brightly colored, squishy art. Also happens to be the author of my favorite comedic µ’s multi-shipping doujin, “Colorful Shuffle!”

tMnR AKA Yuki no Hitohira: Another person with gorgeous art. I’d say their art style is sort of similar to Mushiyaki’s in terms of how crisp it looks. Hands-down the best EliUmi artist out there.

Yomotsuka Tsukasa: Yet another example of beautiful art and equally beautiful stories. You might have seen her µ’s x Aqours comic that circulated around when LLS was just starting. There are some translations of her works floating around, but officially her stance is that she doesn’t approve of them, as things get inevitably lost in translation and detract from the meaning of the work (you can read about it here).

For more Twitter artists, check out this thread on /r/LoveLive. My Reddit handle is PomegranateAutumn which I note in my About page that no one probably bothers to read, and if you scroll down to one of my comments on there, I compiled a short list of some artists that I follow on Twitter.

Again, these lists are by no means exhaustive, so let me know if you were looking for something in particular. And if anyone wants to chime in, feel free to send me your recommendations!

[darkicedragon]

mytigernacho replied to your post “I wanna write, but I also wanna draw as many pics as I can for the...”

Write a story about one of your pictures!! :)

Haha, lack of ideas definitely isn’t the problem. XD; I’ve got ideas to write — it’s just that I want to prioritise drawing even though I should probably write the ideas before I forget them or I lose interest, haha. And most of the stuff I’m drawing, I’m drawing them because there isn’t enough in them for a full fic. XD; 

kyogre-blue replied to your post “kyogre-blue replied to your post:                    thedreaminus ...”

                   Fun fact, red coat is great at hiding blood, and no one actually checked him for wounds because who cares if he dies (jerks). And yes, Muzaka is now the grandma. He probably wakes up to wreak some havoc at the most dramatic moment. But then it turns out that he's berserk, so M-21 and Kentas team up to knock him out. Or something.                

Haaaa at all this.

There’s some ultimate modified human that the Union sends at the end because they REALLY wanna collect Muzaka, but Muzaka wakes up instead at the last minute, pfft.

qdeanna replied to your photo “˜There you two are! I was w - uhm. Okay, I’ll leave you two to sleep,...”

                   How cute! They're so fluffy.                

They’re very fluffy! 8D I just...need to be able to keep doing that consistently, haha. XD;

thedreaminus replied to your post “kyogre-blue replied to your post:                    thedreaminus ...”

                   If Muzaka is suffering from his "madness", could it be well that Raizel tries to help him? If Muzaka is asleep it could be Raizel which is spiritually connected with him to soothe him.              

It might depend on where Rai is and what the current nobles know about him and Muzaka. Because if they knew those two tried to fight to the death, the current werewolves probably wouldn’t want to protect Rai while he was hibernating. Unless someone (Garda?) knew about the betrayal and that they were close friends before?

...What if Rai made a contract with Muzaka. (Not this verse, another AU, haha)

thedreaminus replied to your post “kyogre-blue replied to your post:                    thedreaminus ...”

                   And Muzaka as a grandfather is perhaps not quite so absurd. I mean in the OVA - Beginning of Destruction you can see how ashleen is killed. The iritating me again and again, I mean clearly she was half a man but also half a werewolf. Even M-21 in his weaker times could better deal with injuries (look at Shark). Sometimes I think the Ashleen is still alive? Crossbows are known for their sacrifices to die mostly as a result of shock.

I would really like it if Ashleen was still alive, dangit. >_> (If she turns out to be the 1st Elder, holy crap.) But yeah, Ashleen was younger and she hadn’t been awakened/gotten her claws yet (probably) so she probably wasn’t as strong as M-21 was in the earlier seasons.

thedreaminus replied to your post“kyogre-blue replied to your post:                    thedreaminus ...”

                   As a matter of fact, Ashleigh's body needed time to recover from a shock from the injury. The knights who had hesitated to attack them (after all, it was a werewolf who killed her) came back and saw that she were still alive and took she with them? Depending on how much time has passed muzaka really is m-21 grandfather? But that is rather a therorie                

I will take any and all theories that M-21 is somehow related to Muzaka, bwahha. And I still like the theory M-21′s way older than he assumes and he’s something like 170 years old. >D

pandora-twists replied to your post“kyogre-blue replied to your post:                    thedreaminus ...”

Wait..Crombel knows he has a wolf heart, he implanted it in M21 himself...no?

If Crombell had actually done the modification, he wouldn’t have been surprised M-21 could transform. (I would say what chapter, but finding that one panel’s hard, hah) Like, if you’re implanting a frigging werewolf heart into someone, the biggest outcomes you would be hoping for would be  the accelerated healing ability and their transformations. Once Crombell finds out M-21 can do that, the first thing he should have thought of was that M-21 was syncronising with his heart or something. He’s not. He’s completely MYSTIFIED at M-21′s strength, has no idea where it came from. Even though M-21 had kept his changes secret as best as he could, the very - actually, yeah! The first thing on his profile should have been ‘TRANSPLANTED WITH WEREWOLF HEART’ notes all over it to check his progress and then maybe disappointment that he didn’t respond to the werewolf’s power.

If M-21 had been transplanted with a werewolf heart in the Union, he would have read those notes when he was adjusting his notes so the scientists wouldn’t realise he’d changed. He shouldn’t have been surprised at Frankenstein’s revelation later on (not to mention it took Frankenstein all of THREE DAYS to figure this out and that was only probably because it took that damn long to coax M-21 into the lab for a cursory check-up). If Crombell had transplanted the werewolf heart, he shouldn’t have been so surprised at M-21′s transformation.

I did have the headcanon that Ignes and/or the 9th Elder gifted Crombell the M-series to play with as he rose up the ranks because they were already done with them with their own modifications, but Ignes doesn’t recognise M-21. ...Then again, with all the people she’s experimented on, she probably doesn’t really pay that much attention to faces unless they REALLY interest her.

But yeah. There’s probably a retcon or two in all that ANYWAY so. >_>’

cartoonfan88 replied to your photo “I went into a bookshop yesterday. I bought pens instead. 8D And...”

                   oh my it look like he going to take a selfie XD                

He could be! Once he figures out how to do them, heh.

[btrfs-blog1]

                                             She is Elhrine

At midnight in my room :)

My room is slightly lightened by the candle from my desk that’s in front of me, a diffuse light, warm, enough for you to discover me relaxed in the armchair, smiling and looking at you :) Well, hello there, welcome:) I place my left hand on my belly, touching the softness of my transparent nightdress just with my fingertips and I bend forward into a slightly reverance I’m Elhrine, very nice to meet you, I hope :), will try to say few things about me :)

I let myself again abandoned in the armchair, my long blonde hair rests on my shoulders and the ends of it touching gently my hips Will start with my attitude ... I can’t say much things because I do not have a certain one :) the bottom part of my nightdress splits in two, letting my legs fully exposed when I place one leg over another My way to be with people will depend by two things: with who I come in contact and what I will talk. I let one hand to rest on my leg and look straight at you I can only say that I’m a human, and as one I have all those reactions, emotions that comes with this :). I turn my gaze slowly at the astrey, my pack of cigarettes is right near it Good and bad ones I bend from my wist to grab it, my generous decolletage touches slightly the side of the desk, I stop a moment But do not worry, I am a friendly person I smile and grab the pack and come back to my relaxed position .

I pull one of the cigarettes out with my lips More about me? Immm ... I smoke :) I light it with my lighter and take a deep drag I’m here to relax, enjoy, discover, I keep the smoke, not yet the time to exhale, and my attention runs to my cleavage, I see it ... that necklace..I touch it and smile I will not use my time to feed argues or any kind of drama My attention goes to you, measuring you from up till down If you start that I will walk away :) I bite my lower lip and blow slowly the smoke , vanishing in the room Just like this :)

I tap the cigarette to the side of the astrey The base of every type of relation? I let it there Friendship, and for this I choose quality over quantity watching the smoke waltz in my room and touching my leg at the same time, feeling the tip of my nails gently caressing I will have few friends, I pass the other hand through my hair and pass it all on one shoulder letting the other one exposed and maybe fewer will remain in my friendlist from those few :) , I let my fingertips reach to my cheek, touching it if I will have you in my friendlist, because maybe you seem to be nice, and I will notice that ... go lower to my nape, shoulder you are not capable to say even a ”hello” and you just added me to have one more person in your list or just to make invites for some parties , my nails follow the cleavage line until stop at the neckline of my night dress I will remove you without any warning :) I pass the hand over it and let it to rest in my lap if I like a place/event I will come by myself, I have a good memory for my likes smile to you I seek friendhip on long term .

I look down and draw lines with my nails on legs, I see the ends the of my hair almost touching them Humans, mistakes  I spin them on my fingers Chances and forgiveness so long, so soft,I do offer second chance to people, it isn t endless I smile and looks kindly at you I will give you the third one I point playfully to you and pull little bit my hair in my play If you made a progress after the second I giggle and my gaze explores again my body, few hair spikes cover the necklace between my cleavage Not working even with the third? I try to reach it, playing with my fingers betwen my cleavage and spikes of hair to touch it Then is time to give myself a chance for the better and to pass over your chances :)  I grin at you, as I know that sometimes I might stop at the first chance.

I open the shelt of my desk and I grab the fluffy colorful ball of my kitten I am polite with people. But do not confuse my politness with respect, for that is a very long way. I squeeze it in my hand and play with it on my legs So many ask it but actually without doing anything to deserve them, I throw it in the air and I miss catching it is not your right to receive them, actually you need to deserve them. And do not forget, what you gain with so much effort you may loose it in few seconds, falls in my lap and I startle when I feel it there, the better way is not to pretend being someone that you aren’t. I blush and bite my lips covering it with my hands.

I put the ball back in the shelt as I see I don t handle with it so well I m not for sex in here, I passed over that curiosity since I played my first Adult Social Game. I take again the cigarette for the last smoke Yes I am aware that is based on sexuality but everyone decide how they want to play it. shy touches my lips, tip of my tongue Not the sexual poses keeps me in those kind of games, so even if you see me in locations that are for sex do not presume I want to have sex. I drag a thick puff of smoke into my mouth and hold it there I like to explore lacations, to enjoy the place. my mouth opens slowly into the O shape I m not saying now I do not use the sexual poses, I do, but only with the right person, with who I have a connection. I close my eyes and blow smoke rings into the ceiling exposing my neck.

That was all for now I stand up and bend forward to blow over the candle Useful or not for you, I enjoyed my time spent with you I blush slightly Writing is always good I grab an elastic and I catch my hair into a messy bun For sure I did mistakes not being my native language, but you know, practicing and practicing, I ll be better in time :) I make few steps to reach closer to the window I hope my profile will e useful for both of us, not to loose our time if we do not have same interests :) my heels hear so loudly in the night, my long blonde hair caresses my back with each stept I make. Good night to you I smile while looking outside, branches and drop rains striking gently my window, and that smell of fresh rain coming inside through the open window,I close my eyes .... Thank you for reading!:)

[kurtty-drabbles]

Fanboy au (part 4)

 @djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @sailorstar9

N/A: Kurt is a fanboy, that´s why this au exist.

The market of Bellmore is one of the most open and full of diversity one can hope, in one moment your eyes can spot silk, in the other, you can spot food and in the other magical items(some may not be real) and it gains the popularity of everyone. Traders and buyers love this market making Bellmore a hot spot to anyone.

Another advantage, according to Kurt, is how people don´t make a fuss on each buyer or trader(unless you´re a slave trader, the last one who tried this plan was beat to death, the Market of Bellmore is completely opposed to such idea and no one dares to even suggest such thing again) and Kurt is pleased as his presence is not being bothered by fans or haters.

“Can I persuade you to buy wine? The finest bottle is only here” a woman is using her buxom to get his attention and while Kurt can appreciate the view, his mind is not in the place and the wine is not relevant now.

The Necromancer is here to buy some supplies to his circus(the Market is the best place) and also to see if there´s more memento of the famous Monster-Slayer Kitty Pryde. Once getting the food he required, the man saw the artist alley and saw the posters and is impressed by all of the works, however, the caravan on left, the only one who is purple, really get his attention as the draws are superb.

Kurt enters in the caravan and the man, a tall, beefy man, with dark hair, a bandaid on his nose and big eyes is the salesman and the man wonders if he was the one to make such art, if it was Kurt is certainly impressed(maybe he could ask to collaborate to his circus, is a small thought as his art is fantastic)

“Hi, I´m looking at your posters and I´m impressed the art is superb” Kurt speaks honestly, few know he is a lover of arts. The man nods and explains he was the one who did all the work. Kurt is very much happy and asked if he has an art of the Monster-Slayers.

“Of course, that´s one of the most popular ones” the man grabs the posters to show Kurt “We have Arthur, Michael, Anna, Miranda and Cynthia” the man explained proud of his word and crossed his arm not noticing Kurt frowns.

“Where is Kitty Pryde?” he asked confused as she is a huge name, even Kurt knows who she was and he is the worst detective ever. The salesman frowns and looks offended.

“We don´t associate with that monstrosity”The man speaks not really noticed Kurt´s expression “You must be new here, let me explain something, this abomination of Nature, can die and resurrect and has the boldness to say she has no idea, her presence soil the Monster- Slayers...I was one of them and I saw, I teach the new generation and I saw...this freak, she was expelled and won´t return, the ones who draw her aren´t from the community and if you want a nice art of Monster- Slayers, this is the place” the man finishes crossing his arm wanting Kurt to apologise and buy something .

Kurt takes a deep sigh and looks into the man´s eyes offering him a maniacal smile as with a mere flick of his hand the man bends down breaking the small table.

“Big mistake, my friend, I´m Kitty´s fan here and I don´t take kindly people insulting her, and” gives a maniacal smile as his eyes change to gold “and I really hate when people use the word Freak in my presence”

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Kitty Pryde is in the Market of Bellmore, in her civilian outfit, looking for some supplies and to kill time, Brian did give her a free day and the woman is trying to fill the gasp, maybe she can do something with her hair?  she twirls her fluffy hair and decides against, her fluffiest hair is perfect. However, she could use new clothes.

Having fun in the market, she spots the Evil Necromancer in the market looking at the musical instruments. The stories of how powerful and evil this man truly is travel to her mind, but, if he wanted to kill her(she chuckles at that) it would have done that sooner, plus, he did help Excalibur (sort, the organization won´t like him so soon)

Should I say hello?

Should I leave?

Kitty makes her mind proudly(if she can take down an entire army, the necromancer is nothing, plus, if he is really wanting to hurt Excalibur, better keep an eye on him)

“Hey, Kurt” Kitty replied and Kurt looks back smiling happily, almost like a child, however, the man is hiding the poster he got(his previous shopping are already delivered to the right place thanks to magic)and greets Kitty. “Enjoying the day off?”

“Nien, I´m buying supplies to the circus, and you, how are you enjoying the day off?” Kurt asked amused as he never saw Kitty in civilian outfits.

“I´m doing nothing, just enjoying the time, or better yet, killing time” she replied having a corner of her mouth twitch upside as her eyes are shining, she does act like a cat.

“You know, your ability of yours is very interesting and as for me...I´m only killing time as well” Kurt answers with an inside joke. “ Do you have a place to go now?” she shakes her head “do you want to eat something with me?”

“You will make many questions about the story I gave to you?” Kitty asked

“Yes, I´ll and I would appreciate hearing all the details from you, no tears or pensive this time” Kurt respond and Kitty agrees.

Meanwhile, the purple caravan is no longer in the market and no one knows why.