#Longer fics

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

Kill me slowly, Baby you know I don’t fucking mind

warnings: vent fic about illness, mildly graphic depictions/imagery of physical and mental illness

tim drake centric

title: life waster by corpse (don’t look at me ok im embarrassed)

word count: 912

beta read and edited by the lovely @vespertilionis

Do not cry. Do not cry.

That’s all Tim can tell himself as he stiffly walks back to his car. He knows how this is going to go, he’s not too sure why he got his hopes up. He feels like an idiot.

Finally, in the safety of his car, he actually looks down at the referrals he has been given. One for a CT scan and the other for an overabundance of blood tests. He didn’t ask for either. All he wanted was a referral to see an ENT, but the doctor hadn’t even looked at him before she started talking over him and suggesting other ideas.

There’s a few things we can do before you see an ENT. It’s been a year since he started feeling like this. All he wanted was to see a specialist, someone who would know what was wrong.

It’s probably not what you think it is. Probably?

You’re crazy, nothing is wrong with you.

Nothing is wrong.

Nothingiswrongnothingiswrongnothingiswrong

He throws the referrals across the car before slamming his fist into the steering wheel and letting out the loudest scream he could.

It peters off into a sob when he realises he can’t hear anything. Well, anything but a high ringing. He sits there hyperventilating in his own version of silence.

He calls the CT place while driving, desperately trying to sound like he hasn’t been crying. He almost breaks down when the receptionist mentions he had the same test done around this time last year.

As he pulls into the driveway of the manor, he takes a moment to calm down. Firstly, because he doesn’t want to talk about it, and secondly, because he feels guilty for being upset. At least the doctor was running tests. Sure, she didn’t really listen to him and suggested tests for allergies and anemia, which he is sure he didn’t have, but she still decided to do tests. Other people have been sick for years and don’t have doctors listen to them, so he should be grateful.

Maybe she doesn’t think he’s crazy.

He tries not to think about the fact that if the CT scan comes back and shows his sinuses blocked, the doctor might put him on his fourth round of antibiotics. Even after the other three rounds have completely tanked his immune system. Or that if the blood tests show he is anemic, she might focus on that instead of the actual problem. Like the horrible constant congestion that makes him feel like his brain is being compressed into a liquid that’s going to explode out of his ears and nose. Or that if he does have the disease he thinks he does, he might lose his hearing. He really doesn’t want to think about that part.

When he enters the manor, he heads straight for the cave. He’s hoping for the perfectly healthy distraction of vigilantism. His hopes are immediately crushed when Bruce turns to him and asks him how the appointment went.

“Oh, uh, it went ok. We’re redoing some of the tests we did last year,” he says awkwardly, wishing for once Bruce would notice he didn’t want to talk about it. Once again, his wishes go unheard as the older man just looks concerned.

“You don’t seem too happy about that.”

No shit, man, no clue how you got the title of world’s greatest detective.

He tries to push away the resurfacing anger by laughing, but it comes out wrong.

“Yeah well, last time the results didn’t really get us anywhere. So, I was kinda hoping she would try something else.” Another laugh. Bruce nods and turns away. Either he finally got the hint or doesn’t know where to go with Tim’s response.

Relieved that the conversation is finally over, he starts heading to the computer when he hears Jason scoff.

“Ya know what I think you need? Some concrete to harden you up.”

Harden you up. Fucking whiny baby.

Harden you up. Ungrateful child.

Harden you up. Nothings wrong with you Tim, you’re out of your mind.

Tim stops in his tracks and turns his head slowly to face the older boy.

“What?” he says coldly, causing Jason to raise his hands in surrender.

“Hey! I was just joking with you.” he laughs, and Tim’s eye twitches.

“No, explain it to me, so I can understand how it was supposed to be funny.” He can feel the anger rising again. Jason lowers his arms, looking guilty for his ‘joke’, but Tim couldn’t care less.

“I just meant that you complain a lot. It’s kinda miserable.” He answers, sounding defeated, but again Tim couldn’t care less.

“Why do you think that is Jason? Do you think I’m complaining because it’s fun?” “No—“ “No! I’m not! I am fucking miserable! I’m exhausted and dizzy and I feel like my brain is rotting in my skull! And I’m sick of people not listening to me and thinking I’m fucking CRAZY!”

His throat hurts from screaming. He’s hyperventilating again, but he can’t hear it over the sound of the ringing again. It hurts. He shakes his head to try and clear it, but it just makes the world spin around him. A hand reaches out to steady him but he pushes it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” God, his voice is always so much louder when his ears are blocked.

He stumbles up the stairs, knowing he’s probably stomping, but he can’t hear that either.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any multi chapter fics where Blaine is extremely possessive/jealous

Our jealous!blaine tag, and jealous! tag on A03 are mainly one shots, here are some longer fics I have picked out for you. ~Jen

Invidia in E-Minor by Foxxed [PDF and EPUB]

Kurt was trying to find home in loveless New York when handsome stranger Cooper Anderson comes along and feels him up, showing him the life he could lead with a loving boyfriend. Back in Ohio lies Cooper’s little brother Blaine restless on his bed, trying to find the music for his college-applications - and music is what he hears when he meets his brother’s boyfriend.

~~~~~

The Green-Eyed Monster by Petalene

What do you do when your husband lands a dream role playing the romantic lead in a sexy movie?

A. Be supportive because you love him. B. Get jealous. You don’t want anyone touching him but you. C. Have lots of possessive sex to remind him who he belongs to.

If you’re Blaine Anderson and the stars of the movie are your husband Kurt and your brother Cooper, then the answer is:

D. All of the above.

~~~~~

Breaking Point by silverdragon77  [EPUB]  [PDF]

Kurt gets tired of waiting for Blaine and starts sleeping around. Blaine gets incredibly jealous and tries to smother his feelings for Kurt, but Blaine’s willpower can only be pushed so far.

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Also this one, but heed warnings!

Tied Up Forever by gleekyxklainerx

Blaine is the Lord of the Night World, and is looking for a sex/blood slave, he finds Kurt in a club and immediately is attracted by his blood and body, he wants to take Kurt as his own, but what happens when Kurt refuses? Dark! DOM!Blaine Sex Slave, Unwilling! Kurt possible ROMANCE,BDSM and RAPE,full summary inside. 

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Dirt On Your Name by orphan_account

Blaine Anderson is NYU’s most notorious lothario. Everybody knows his name, and people either warn each other off him or vie for his attention. So when Blaine meets Kurt Hummel at a party their dorm is hosting for the newly moved-in freshmen, he expects either rejection or, more likely, approval – and gets so much more than he ever would have guessed, and had definitely never hoped for.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

S&D 100+ SFW

Here are the slightly (or much) longer ones that are safe for work...Word counts are approximate :D

🪷 Here at the beginning for @the-red-butterfly - Finwë x Thingol - G - 500 w

🪷 Here at the end for @the-red-butterfly - Finwë x Thingol - T - 4.2 k

🪷 Reaching for the stars for @the-red-butterfly - Varda x Manwë x Yavanna (?) - T - 300 w (Art is NSFW)

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Second chances for @ruiniel - Modern!AU Maeglin x ? - T - 1.5 k

🪷 If I could turn back time... for @ruiniel - Maedhros - T - 3 k

🪷 You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath for @ruiniel - Melkor & Nienna - T - 1.4 k

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Lost Books, Kept Memory for @thedaughterofshadows - Ori - G - 200 w

🪷 Miez, Miez, Miez... for @thedaughterofshadows - Nerdanel x Anairë - G - 350 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Strike one for @sortumavaara - Elrond & Erestor - T - 1.5 k

🪷Strike two for @sortumavaara - Glorfindel x Erestor - T - 2.7 k

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Valarin Harp for @z-h-i-e - Multiple characters and ships - T - 2.9 k

🪷 A sign for all to see for @z-h-i-e - Maedhros x Fingon - G - 200 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 A quantum of solace for lferion - Legolas x Gimli, Ori - G - 200 w

🪷 I'll sew a blanket of love to keep you warm at night for lferion - Varda & Vairë - G - 200 w

🪷 Painting by numbers...for lferion - Nerdanel & Fingon - G - 200 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷Listen and learn for @goschatewabn - Melkor & Maedhros - T - 1.4 k

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 The start of the journey for @elennalore - Nerdanel x Fëanor - G - 200 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Shárkñado for @violecov - Melkor & sharks - T - 1.6 k

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Dog eat dog or something like that for @cilil - Doggo, Melkor x Mairon - G - 200 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 Propaganda. Selected pages from Tome 4 for @maglor-my-beloved - Fëanorians - T - 800 w

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

🪷 The brave warrior for @fishing4stars - Glorfindel & Balrog - T - 200 w

Please keep in mind that tagging and putting ratings is not my strongest suit. Mind the tags, and take care of yourselves!

@fall-for-tolkien

[merlinfanficrecs]

Hi!! Loving what you've posted recently: do you have any recs for things that are a bit longer than that? Like 10k words or more? About anything really!

Hello! Here's some I found in my ao3 bookmarks!

The Problem with Power by BookshopLaura

Arthur is cursed. But he doesn't feel threatened by a curse that Merlin will do exactly as he's told. Until he's faced with the true consequence of that power.

Truths, Wounded and Worn by poetic_emrys

Arthur wasn't meant to see Merlin's magic in the last moments of battle, but he did.

Merlin wasn't meant to take the arrow fired at Arthur, but he did.

Maybe they can find the truth in all of it. Maybe not.

To the Brows Laid in Thorn and Weapons Made of Words by ificouldwrite

Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic prior to the events of season 5 and post-season 4. He goes into sullen silence to punish Merlin for lying to him, leaving Merlin in the interim of "does he want me dead or does he just need time?"

It leaves Merlin spiraling and Arthur to deal with the heart of Camelot, his heart, to deal with it.

I Will Send Out An Army To Find You by TheBlackShadow1210

Morgana is prepared to do anything to get rid of her brother, but all of her plans haven’t worked out so far. She knows what to do to change it. After all, what would Arthur not do to save his own servant? Locked in the place where his nightmares come to life, Merlin can only hope the king of Camelot can save him before he loses his mind, and himself, in the process.

Or

The Dark Tower episode but make it Merthur.

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Let me know if you'd like more!

[homosexual-hairflip]

fanfic authors b like ‘haha this chapter got a little out of hand it’s a little longer like 60k words’

babes that’s a novel. you wrote a novel.

[quotedfictions]

Longer Stories - A new List on my account

I have been thinking about how I've had little inspiration for one shots, and how I have had LOADS for longer, more formatted stories with chapters. I want to add a list to my blog listing all the website where you can read my longer, multi-chaptered works, with links to wattpad, quotev, and ao3 so that everyone has options on where to read them, since this blog is mostly dedicated to short stories

I also plan on turning some of my short stories here into longer stories, as they could have potential to be even more fulfilling. While I do not have any longer stories up at the moment because I keep taking down my oldest one to rewrite it, I will do my best to make sure they are up to quality. In the mean time feel free to make requests and give me inspo, make sure that if the character you are requesting is niche that you name the series and any other alter egos, and if your request gets lost to resubmit because some one requested Macbeth from Fairytail and I lost the request so I don't remember what I was supposed to write.

[damianito]

Someone is falling in love [COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN]

[flappy-dragon53]

You’ve heard of “justice league doesn’t know Batman has kids”

Now prepare for ��the Team doesn’t know Batman is Robins dad”

[trappolia]

"i never noticed this before," you murmur, brushing your fingers over the singular dragon scale upon malleus's forehead, the ebony a darker shade of his hair against the pallid alabaster of his skin. the touch startles malleus for but a single moment, before he regains his composure.

he smiles, something impish and childlike glinting in his eyes as he leans down till he's level with you. unperturbed (you've grown accustomed to his many quirks in your time together, just as you've found the beauty of the gargoyles that malleus finds so much joy in observing), you take his closeness in proximity as an invitation to continue. malleus makes a soft, pleased purr as you brush his bangs away, touching the delicate scale.

"i suppose it's always been covered by my hair," he muses, smiling conspiratorically. "does it please you, finding more evidence of my draconic lineage?"

you hum, barely holding back a smile as you twist a strand of his hair around your finger. "i suppose it pleases me just to learn more things about you."

malleus blinks, caught off guard by your boldness for just a moment before he throws his head back to the raining heavens to laugh. the tears of the sky touch his face, and he has never been more angelic.

"oh, you delight me so, child of man."

[dancingaliensfics]

Remmick is actually nasty fr. He'd fuck you anywhere for anyone to see he doesn't give a fuck. If you let him, he'd fuck you in the middle of the street. You have to be careful because he has wandering hands and it doesn't take much for him to have them up your skirt, face pressed in your neck, drool running down your shoulder, begging in your ear for you to let him have a taste. And he means it too, he'd kneel down with you legs over his shoulders in the middle of the pub if you let him, it's not like anyone could stop you two or try anything.

He loves it for a lot of different reasons but the big two are this. Firstly, it let's everyone know you're his. He's a greedy man and he loves to own things, loves to posses. He also loves to show you off. He wants to put his mark on you and ward off anyone who covets you. And secondly, it let's everyone know he's yours. Because he's a lonely man, with sorrow in his heart and desperation in every action. He needs to be possessed as much as he wants to possess and he needs you to claim him, it's the only way he can feel whole.

He also doesn't care about getting messy or dirty. To the point that he will try and fuck you on the side of the road, in a field or against a tree. He's constantly ruining your outfits by pulling you down onto a patch of wet grass or dusty soil. He fucks you covered in blood and gets it all over your skin and hair and under your nails. He fucks you in the rain until you're shivering and soaking wet all over not just-

Anyways just so little thoughts about remmick

[cherry-mash]

sanji in every universe shall have the pottiest of potty mouths, now with the added bonus of 4x combo-ing

first / prev / next

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

fic is up!!!

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Looking for nerd!Blaine and skank!Kurt. I searched on Ao3 and only got one-shots. Are there any fics?

There are quite a few! ~ Jen

Trapped in Amber by happylittlebumblebee

Kurt is drifting through his senior year of high school; he bothers no-one, and finally no-one bothers him. In the four years since his mother’s death when he was thirteen years old, Kurt and his father have become strangers living in the same house. Until one day an overly-enthusiastic transfer student from some private school is asking him for directions, and his father brings home the mother of his once-tormentor.

~~~~

Here, Blaine is a cheerio!, but same sort of ides:

The Cuffed Verse (14 parts!) by skivvysupreme

In which Kurt is a Skank, Blaine is a Cheerio, and Puck is a very proactive Klaine shipper.

~~~~~ Across an Empty Land by antarcticbird

Glee club is certainly not Kurt's idea of a good time, and having to sing a duet doesn't make it any more appealing. Blaine's firm insistence on school assignments being important doesn't really help either.

~~~~~

Rose Garden filled with Thorns by Strangertd

Blaine is new to McKinley, and quickly finds a group of friends to call his own. However, he finds himself drawn to the mystery badboy of the group, and finds himself developing a crush. He's sure Kurt is straight. Why else would he be all over Brittany?

Blaine has no clue what surprises await him.

~~~~~ The Nerd and the Skank by azicrow, roguebowtie

Burt Hummel never saw Karofsky mock Kurt with a limp wrist. The truth never came out, and shortly after the wedding, Kurt decided he had to do something drastic if he was going to make it out of High School alive. He joined the Skanks to hide under the radar and left Glee Club. Life continued at McKinley and now it's the beginning of a new school year... and one Blaine Anderson is getting under his skin.

~~~~~

Asses and Skipping Classes by miarsaursex

Kurt Hummel is most definitely not a virgin, no matter how many people think he is and no matter how small or non-existent the number of people he’s had sex with is. He’s not. He’s so not.

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Kind of a Thing Verse by AntarcticBird

Written for the prompt: ”You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”

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Blackbird by NotUnusual

Blaine’s parents move during Blaine’s senior year, forcing him to attend a new school where he doesn’t know anyone. It wouldn’t be so bad, except he’s being targeted by the school bully; Kurt Hummel. Blaine discovers that the best way to combat Kurt is to make friends with him, but can they actually get along?

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[luvlyycy]

you're sat in sukuna's lap, bum seated on his right leg, legs dangling off his left. his right arm is wrapped around your waist, letting you play with his hand.

"kuna."

"yeah?"

"why do you wear rings?" you ask, hands fiddling with sukuna's right-hand, tips of your fingers tapping on the rings on his fingers. he looks at you, yawning before staring— "iunno. i like 'em i guess. it's like askin' ya why you wear bracelets—"

you perk your head up to his, legs wiggling in his lap. "i wear them 'cause they cute." you smile, and he just stares— blinks twice, then grins, his hand reaching on the table to set down the blunt in his hand (after taking one last hit), he then grabs onto the pink robe he had gotten for you.

"so why ya think i wear rings?" you giggle as he slids his hand up your thigh, tickling you.

" 'cause theyyyy,, cute?—" you pout when he rolls his eyes, shaking his head then licking at his lip piercing— " nah, it's cause you like 'em."

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Priest x Reader x Yandere!"Angel" content: gender neutral reader, based on Midnight Mass

You didn't think you'd return to that crumbling shell of a church after so many years. Hell, you weren't even religious. What dragged your feet all the way to God's holy ground was nothing but sheer curiosity: who in their right mind would've willingly moved to a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere?

The newly appointed priest was young and handsome, with a pious smile and a welcoming gaze. His voice was soft as he introduced himself and gave the good ol' speech of an open-door policy. Everyone was welcomed, believers and nonbelievers alike. God loved all equally. As the liturgy ended and people shuffled out of their seats, you felt his hand resting over your shoulder. He asked you to stay behind. Nothing outlandish by any means; he could tell you weren't all that interested in theological talk, yet he appreciated your honest nature. He asked if you'd mind passing by every now and then, and you unconsciously nodded in agreement.

Yet, there was something off about this Monsignor. For once, he spoke about others as if he'd known them for a lifetime. The way he greeted the elders and laughed with them almost made you forget you were no longer facing the previous man in charge, who'd left on a pilgrimage and never returned. Whatever happened to the poor bastard, you wondered?

With the recent arrival came other peculiar happenings. The town drunkard vanished abruptly one evening, only to be found completely pale and drained of blood a couple of days later. Night didn't feel as peaceful anymore, and you'd been plagued by the feeling of being watched. You once expressed your suspicions to the priest, who was quick to comfort you - perhaps too kindly for your own liking. He stroked your hair with foreign affection, urging you to gather your courage.

"Do you believe in Angels?"

You've been toying with his words quite often lately. Why would he suddenly bring it up? He knows you don't care for spiritual nonsense. His stare was sincere, almost anxious. Your heart clamps tightly in your chest, restless and eager. Monsignor certainly knows more than he lets on - there was no abstractness to his question.

At last, you have your answers. Shuffling through some old book you found in the clergy house, one photo catches your attention. It is a dated photograph of your town's previous priest, back in his youth. It is the very man currently holding a sermon across the road. What on Earth did he find during his pilgrimage? More importantly, what curse did he bring over to your small town?

Your throat constricts, suddenly aware of a looming presence behind you. The creature standing in front of your eyes is anything but human. Tattered, fleshy wings, grotesque fangs splitting its snout open, and long, sharp claws dragging across the floor. It approaches with predatory interest, huffing in amusement upon noticing your trembling knees.

"No! You cannot feed on this one," the Monsignor demands with authority. He's catching his breath, holding onto the doorframe for support. He must've sensed his beloved Angel awakened from its slumber and hurried back to his humble home. "We had an agreement, I recall," he scolds, becoming more unsure. "This one is mine."

The tall Beast considers your shivering form, lowering its head closer to your level.

"Is that so," it challenges in a hoarse voice. "I thought you're not supposed to lust after other humans, Father. I'm saving you from sin, you see, by keeping...(Y/N), is it?"

It extends a gargantuan hand towards you.

"Come, which will it be? A perverted priest, or an Angel to look after you?"

"You're no Angel," you want to shout, yet the words crumble out in a petrified whisper.

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

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