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[springcatalyst]

*crawls over to you* liliana - save me- but a small drink of lore or fun facts weel save me

liliana save me.... save me liliana.....

Fun fact about liliana is that she is surprisingly knowledgeable about history?? In a time when the history of the land and the people is all but lost and the average person doesn't know what existed just 200 years before, she holds onto what she does know. Her father was an explorer and a storyteller and that is evident in just about everything she is. She collects stories like some people collect license plates- and she remembers all of them. The truth of them is sometimes up for debate, but A: even in an untrue story is there historical value, and B: she's a gullible person, and takes people at their word. But most of them have some truth, and some of them can be backed up by evidence- architecture and city crests and family names and things that have survived, even just a little.

But so that's how she comes to meet people and know by their family name that they came from kings, or knights, or the people who armored kings and knights, or etc etc, when they themselves may not know. Or that the crest on a long-abandoned ship means it once belonged to a city of satyrs in the north. Or that a statue, now resting at the bottom of the sea, was once intended as a gift from city to city, a token of goodwill. The etymology of place names offers clues to their history, the people living there, the remnants of what once lived there. I forgot where I was going with this. She is connected to the cataclysm not by land but by time, by the hole left by something that once existed. Uh oh! That's true for something a bit closer to home for her, as well :)

[withjaejae]

Monster under the bed | Jung Hoseok

Pair: sadist!hoseok x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, psychotic smut, stalker vibe, stalker x stalker, just its fucked up. Sadist, Masochist, mentions of blood and killing, physical violence, unprotected sex (know better), really rough sex, if sadistic things scare you, DNI.

Summary: Hoseok calls himself loving and caring person, he worried too much about the people he loved that he would go certain lengths to keep them by his side, he always made en effort until you fell into his hands.

A/N: idk, i had read too much and watch to much that I had to write my thought down and it gave birth to this.

Song: Monster Under the Bed by Emily Mei - go watch the MV!!!

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"Suki!" Hoseok called out for his Russian Blue cat as he was emptying a can of cat food into its plate. "Suki!" He calls again.

He frowns and goes around his apartment calling for it when he finally notices the front door open. Fuck. He should've fixed the door knob this morning.

Just as he was about to bolt outside he's met with you, you were standing with a trashbag by your foot and Suki in your arms, cuddling her like a baby.

"You must be Hoseok." You point at the collar with his name and address on it.

"Suki, you stupid cat." Hoseok sighs and takes it from you and gently puts it down inside his apartment. "Did she scratch you? She has a temper." Hoseok tries to check your hands and arms but was distracted with the way your nipples can be seen through your white shirt.

"No, she's actually kinda sweet." You smile at him. "I'm YN. I just moved in next door." You stretched out an arm to shake his hand and he takes it.

"I'm Hoseok." He smiles and nods before you both slowly walk away from each other.

He closes the door to his apartment and makes sure to double lock it before he let's go of the breath he was holding in.

You were perfect.

Suki wasn't Hoseok's. It was his ex's cat but she had to leave the country so she put Suki up for adoption which Hoseok took as an opportunity to keep a piece of her with him.

He didn't look at other women since her but with you next door, his life had just shifted.

He looks up your name in the tenants list and finds you easily, he looks you up on every platform possible.

What he finds makes you even more perfect, you had a breakup a month ago, your family lived across the country, you worked from home and you love the beach.

For the next few days, Hoseok finds a way for you and him to meet each other, when he hears your room door shut, he sprints hoping to catch you in the elevator.

With the right timing and Hoseok's efforts, you two have grown closer since. He would pretend to go to the grocery whenever you did, or even let Suki out when he knows you're down the hall.

He's working the night shift as a senior nurse and on days like these is when he misses you the most since he gets home late. A knock on Hoseok's door comes in the middle of the night just as he arrives from work.

He was surprised to see a woman drenched in sweat and ruined makeup standing in front of his door.

"Sorry to bother you, I couldn't find her key and she mentioned a Hoseok, her neighbor to the right, I'm hoping that's you." Hoseok steps out of his apartment to see you sitting in front of your door.

"Yeah, I got it from here. Thanks." He's eyes are fixed on you, the woman leaves after seeing that Hoseok had you.

He picks you up like you weighed nothing and brings you into his apartment.

You stir in your sleep as he sets you down on his bed, taking your shoes and jacket off. His breath hitched when he finds you wearing a leather skirt and corset top that shows how pretty your tits are. Fuck. If he was your boyfriend you would have never gone out like this, not without him.

You stir in your sleep and open your eyes a bit, Hoseok was sitting on the floor to level with your face, you giggle and reach out to touch his nose.

"Hoseokie." Was all you said before drifting back to sleep.

His heart literally skipped a beat. He could hear it ramming against his ribcage because all his efforts didn't go in vain.

If you were thinking about him while you were drunk then how much more when you were sober. Hoseok is tempted to kiss you but he didn't want to be too much of a creep when you and him are just about to break barriers.

Hoseok couldn't really fall asleep knowing you're on his bed but he couldn't really touch you. He swirls the whiskey in his glass, even from the living room he could hear you breathe, he knows when you toss or turn. When he heard you grunt and whimper, he had to check on you.

He sees you sitting up, looking around when you finally see Hoseok standing by the door and you smile.

"Fuck, I must be dreaming." You snicker and stand up to reach for the zipper of your top behind you.

Hoseok should stop you, but he wants to see all of you and with the little whiskey he has in him, he wants to touch you.

You start to strip until all that's left is your thong. Fuck he was hard, what he would give to fuck you from behind right now.

You plop back into bed and start snoring again. Hoseok's jaw clenches he's itching to touch himself but decided that he'd save it for when he finally fucks you.

He rummages through your clothes to fish out your key, he takes it into his study and uses some plaster to take a mold of it.

He goes and explores your apartment, now is his chance. It's a mirrored setting with his, he knew their beds were parallel to each other but confirming it makes him grin.

What should be an extra room is locked. He tries to rummage in the nearby shelves to see if he can find the key but he had no luck.

Before the sun came up, Hoseok takes your blanket from your apartment and wraps you in it before picking you up and putting you in your own bed. He makes it look like you actually came home last night to save you the embarrasment.

Hoseok sleeps better with your scent on his bed that he wakes up past noon with a good mood.

A knock comes into his door, he opens it to see you looking better. You showered and dressed in a simple dress.

"Hey." You bite your lip and look away, Hoseok knows what that him being shirtless makes you blush. "My friend told me you helped me last night."

"It's no big deal. I was awake anyway." He leans closer on the door frame making you blush even deeper.

"Well, if you're not busy. Maybe we could grab lunch? As a thank you." Hoseok smirks, he's feeling ecstatic.

"Give me 15 minutes." Was all he could say and give him a wide smile while rushing back to your apartment.

Hoseok revels in success. You've finally asked him out, sure it wasn't a date but it could be.

He takes a quick shower and dresses in a white button up top and khaki pants, you complemented him when he dressed like this.

He steps out of his apartment around the same time as you, exactly 15 minutes later.

You changed into a casual white dress and brown shoes, matching with Hoseok and it makes you giggle.

Fuck you're too cute. Hoseok just wants to wrap his arms around you, tie you up and kiss you. He wants to show you off to the world and then fuck you senseless when it was just you two.

"Where to?" He asks while you both walk towards the elevators.

You tell him about the Vineyard called V near the outskirts of the city. He told you that he knows the owner, a friend from college which made you ecstatic.

Hoseok offers that you use his car and you agree without hesitation.

"This was my dream car." You casually mention as you buckle yourself in. "I'm still saving up for it."

"You can use mine anytime." Hoseok offers and you smile again.

"Don't tempt me." But you felt that he was serious. "Can I be honest?" Hoseok nods since he was focused on driving.

"I had a weird dream last night." Fuck. He's caught. "You kept appearing in my dreams, took it as a sign that I owed you a lot for all the little favors I ask." He just nods. "And in a way, I hope this pays off some of my debt."

"And here I was thinking you asked me out just because you liked me." Hoseok dryly chuckles.

"Well that too..." He turns to look at you blushing. You just admitted that you liked him. Now he thinks he's dreaming but he bites back a smile.

You're a bit chatty when you're nervous so the entire drive to the Vineyard you and Hoseok exchanged stories, you both hated the same neighbor, work habits, friends and favorite food.

You've already invited him to go clubbing this weekend, no friends just the both of you.

You reach the Vineyard long after the lunch rush so there were just a few old couple who were enjoying their afternoon tea when you arrived.

Hoseok opens your car door for you and helps you out. He places his hand on your back, when you didn't complain he just kept it there until you reached the inside.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is Jung Hoseok in my restaurant?" A man from behind the counter shouts and rushes to hug Hoseok. "Oh, and on a date?"

Hoseok smiled proudly when Taehyung acknowledges that you're on a date and you can't help but feel giddy as well.

"YN, this is Taehyung." You shake hands with the man. He's handsome too but you turn to Hoseok and smile again.

"YN. Never thought I'd get to see Hoseok again, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat, I'll take care of everything." Taehyung ushers you to the corner of the room where you get a view of the entire vineyard.

"Do you think you could get lost in there?" You wonder out lout.

"Harvest season is over so I think it'll be easy to navigate." Hoseok watches your features.

"Hmm... It would be a good place to dump a body." Hoseok starts to laugh and so do you.

"You're right." No, it wasn't weird that the two of you were talking about dumping bodies in Vineyards.

You laugh at the random conversations you have, Hoseok finds your imagination amusing but he's weirdly turned on.

Given how he was creeping around you all the time, you're still a mystery. He knows you on the surface but deep down, nothing. He's only seen one friend from last night but she didn't seem really close given how she just abandoned you with a stranger. You worked from home so he doesn't see you in a uniform, your always quiet even if he tries to listen through the walls.

"What do you do?" Hoseok finally asks justs as Taehyung serves one of his finest wines.

"I'm a graphic designer." That would make sense give how your home office is locked. "I know you're a nurse. I've seen you in your scrubs."

"This is one of my favorite wines." Hoseok raises the glass and clinks it with you.

The sweer fruity taste fills your mouth and your eyes widen.

"Oh wow. I could drink this all day." Taehyung serves the steak and the rest of the food he's prepared for you. "This is a lot."

"Only the best for the man who saved my life." Taehyung pats Hoseok's shoulder. "I almost overdosed in college, thankfully Hoseok was my roommate and kept me conscious until the EMTs arrived."

Hoseok smiles. What Tae didn't know if that Hoseok also beat up the guy who sold him the drugs to the brink of death and didn't bother calling the EMTs. Until today, Hoseok doesn't know if he survived.

Hoseok was always the protective type, Taehyung even used to tease him as obsessive. He would fuss about anything that bothered the person that mattered to him the most at the moment, when Taehyung left to study culinary in Italy, Hoseok had to shift his focus again.

"You don't say?" You admired how Taehyung spoke so highly of Hoseok. Knowing damn well he'd be the caring type.

When dinner was over you showered Taehyung with compliments which he reveled in. Just as the sun was about to set Hoseok asks if you wanted to go for walk in the Vineyard.

He offered you his hand, you take it without hesitation. There were a few people sweeping around while you both walked in silence.

"Hey, Hoseok." You stop on your tracks and he turns to look at you. "How come you never asked me out?"

You expected him to give excuses but he steps closer and places a hand on your cheek.

"I was building up some trust before I jump the gun, you just beat me to it." You giggle but he seemed serious. He swiped his thumb on your lower lip.

But just as you leaned in to kiss him an old man warned you about the bugs that crawled around you, jump as you notice them.

Hoseok bursts out laughing as you both run back to the car. Taehyung waves you goodbye before you both drove away.

"Fuck. Thank God he has a girlfriend." Taehyung's legs felt like jelly. When he saw Hoseok, he thought he was having a nightmare.

Taehyung knew what Hoseok did to the guy who sold him drugs, he was Tae's friend. Before him, when Taehyung's ex humiliated him at a party, the next day she came apologizing like crazy and even avoided looking at Hoseok.

Taehyung heard the stories surrounding the man he once called his bestfriend. He never believed them until that night, he flew to Italy to get away not because he was offered a scholarship. He even registered the business under his sister's name yet Hoseok knew he was the one running it and even teased him for not getting an invitation during the opening.

Hoseok wasn't protective, he was obsessed with a perfect life. One were the people around him shouldn't have worries to think about too. One might call him a lunatic.

The drive was silent, but Hoseok's hand was wrapped in yours the entire half hour. He hummed and you watched as the city came into view.

When you reached the apartment, you only let go of his hand when you exited the car but continued to hold hands as you went up the elevator.

You paused for a while when you reached your door... Contemplating on your next move but Hoseok spoke first.

"As much as I liked spending the afternoon with you, I have a shift in two hours." He steps closer again, you went up on your tiptoes and captured his lips in yours for a short kiss before rushing to get into your apartment.

Hoseok bit his lip and walked into his.

The next days, you'd spend your afternoons with Hoseok. He woke up at noon, you would have lunch outside, go somewhere then back before his next shift.

But he's off for the weekend and tonight you promised you'd go clubbing. So you dresed in a tight but classy black dress, your hair curled over your shoulders and heels high enough so you won't have to tip-toe when kissing Hoseok, or Hobi when he told you his nickname.

He knocks on your door and you let him in just as you started spraying your cologne. He made a mental note on the bottle's name.

"Fuck, you're stunning." He was no different, chest open, pants tight, sleeves rolled up. He was a sin. "Can't we just stay and drink here?"

This was Hoseok's first official time inside your apartment. After he got a copy of your key, he made sure you were home every time after his shifts, he'd check the fridge or trashbin if you ate, he'd leave a small peck on your forehead whenever he'd leave.

But in between, he was itching to know what was behind the other door. Its not like you have people often over that you kept that room locked.

You decided on a very boujee club. Where the city's finest hangout and because the music was better here.

With your hand intertwined with Hoseok's you make your way to the bar. You order three shots each to kickstart the night.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk?" Hoseok whispers in your ear.

"No, more than that." You giggle as you finish your first shot with him. He didn't expect you to drink all three in a row.

You drag him in the middle of the dance flor and start moving your hips to the music while your arms are around his neck.

You looked surprised when Hoseok moved sexier and hotter than you expected. Alcohol clearly taking over the both of you.

You grab shots that were passing by as you start grinding on each other. The music moves to a sexier RnB song and your bodies moved as one, his crotch pressed to your ass and his hands traveling from your tits to the side of your thighs, teasing you a little as he inches your dress up.

You step away a little to show him some moves but a woman was quick enough to pull Hoseok's collars towards her and smashes he lips onto his, before he could push her away you were already grabbing her hair.

"What the fuck!" She screetches as you raise your hand to fuck up her face and Hoseok was quick not quick enough to catch your wrist.

A solid smack on her jaw and she's out like a light. The bouncers start making their way towards you and Hoseok moved fast as he pulls you away from the crowd, he tosses the bartended more cash than what's on your tab before bolting for the door.

He helps you into the car and he jogs to the driver's seat. He makes you duck as the bouncers step out trying to loon for you but they barely put an effort since this was a usual club occurence.

When you both peek to see them back to their posts Hoseok laughs but you didn't.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was caught off guard." His smile dies on his lips. "It was her fault, she ruined the moment."

"Exactly the reason why you shouldn't have stopped me from beating her up." You balled your fists, anger surging through you.

Hoseok feels your frustration and offers that you head home and continue to drink there.

You were silent the entire time. Hoseok was genuinely worried. He kept trying to remember the woman's face so he could hunt her down tomorrow but the lights were flashing different colors that he could barely picture her.

The moment the both of you step inside you take out some drinks from the shelf and pour Hoseok's drink from an unfamiliar bottle but he was too stunned at your actions to question it.

"Fucking ruined it!" You audibly mumble before pouring yourself a different drink from a different bottle.

Hoseok drinks his cup before you get any more frustrated but when he tries taking a step towards you he felt dizzy, he didn't drink enough to be like this but the next thing he knew he was on the floor watching your feet walk to his face.

"I should be the only one who gets kiss you like that." Though the words are muffled, its the last thing he hears before passing out.

He wakes up strapped to a chair, his arms tied behind him, his legs were free though, he tries to speak but the tape on his lips won't let him.

"Oh, you're up!" He looks up at you and you smile at his restrained figure. "I hope you're comfy." You say as you plop on the couch in front of him still in the dress from earlier.

The room was dim and was not helping his disoriented brain. When he finally regains focus he looks at you, you get up and run a thumb over the tape that covers his lips.

"I didn't want to have to do it this way, Hobi. But that bitch made me snap, stealing my Hoseokie is a very bad thing to do." You sounded so sweet and sexy, his brain couldn't keep up. "You're strong, normally people would wake up from the drink in like two hours but you did it in half an hour."

Normally? Does that mean you've done this before?

His breathing becomes ragged as you kneel down in front of him. Something on the wall captures his attention.

Photos of him, at work, with his ex, with Suki, hell you even have photos of him on his couch, even when he's asleep. A red string connecting photo after photo.

"You see, your ex had hired me to get rid of you, Jung Hoseok." You expected him to start begging but he just looks down at you. "I was going to have fun before I do so but you were such a treat now I just want to keep you for myself." You take a deep inhale of his scent and moan, Hoseok couldn't help but get hard at the sight.

"She wanted me to torment you, but as I studied you I realized that you just deserve better." You slowly unzip his pants. "You just needed someone to give you your needs." His breathing becomes shallow as you take out his semi from his pants.

"I genuinely like you, but why did you have to go kissing bitches in the club." You almost yelled but didn't want to bother the neighbors.

Hoseok didn't explain, he knew it was useless. What you saw vs what happned is no longer an issue.

"This is your punishment." You drop down to your knees and take him in your mouth.

Hoseok groans through his gag. Fuck, your mouth feels so good around him. If he could just free himself from the ropes he'd fuck your throat raw.

Just as he was about to cum, you stop. Hoseok looks at you angrily. But instead you start stripping before him, leaving nothing but a thong which you pull aside. You kiss him through the duct tape and slowly descend on his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure giving you access to his neck as you nip at it while you ride him.

You're fucking insane. He hates that his attention is split, as much as he loved you around his dick, he was also slowly untying his arms.

You were a moaning mess, you know sex with Hoseok would be mind blowing. And you love that you're right.

From the beginning, Hoseok's door was never broken. You had broken it days prior when you thought about killing him in his sleep. But that damn cat meowed so loud that it woke him. So you went for the friendly way, you knew Hoseok had the hots for you from the moment he saw you with Suki.

You closed your door louder even often greeted imaginary neighbors in hopes that he would hear you leave. Even drunk, you had ask your friend to drop you off because you were "completely drunk" and look for your neighbor, you were sure he had already come home from work.

"Fuck." You couldn't stop bouncing on his dick, it was addictive. You look at Hoseok and it seemed like he was enjoy this more. "Do you like that?" And he nods. "God, you're so big." You whimper as he holds himself back from cumming.

His hands were already free without you realizing it. All he needed was the right moment to get his revenge.

"Are you cumming?" You ask and he nods again.

You abruptly stop and laugh. But Hoseok didn't complain. He took you buy surprise by his hands wrapping around your ass and picking you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, the blood drained from your face.

Nobody has ever escaped your ropes before. So when he slams you on the wall and fucks you even deeper, you can't help but fear for your own life for the first time ever.

"How?" Was all you managed to squeak out as he fucks you deeper and you moan louder.

With the tape still over his mouth, he can't speak but you can tell he was smiling by his eyes.

Then suddenly he drops you. You landed right on your tailbone paralyzing you for a second, you hissed in pain as you look up at Hoseok who slowly peeled the tape off his mouth.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew, sweetheart." Hoseok wraps his hands into your hair dragging you to the next room and your heart starts beating louder and faster.

He pulls you up and slams your face into the wall you're sure your nose is bleeding. Even so, you can't help but get turned on by his force.

"Such a needy slut." He rams himself back in your pussy and you moan out in complete pleasure. He smacks your ass with all his might while keeping your body in place.

"Fuck, harder." The moment he hears that, his heartrate spiked.

The reason his ex left him was because, like what Tae said, he was obsessed. And over that the sex was too much, even though Hoseok told her that he was a sadist she wanted to try him but it became too much. She left, but he followed her wherever she went. Broke into her apartment tried to beg for her to come back

Now, as he fucked you for the first time, he feels like you'll love everything he has to offer. He throws you on the bed, as you laid there spread eagle for him you wiped the blood off your nose and you fucking laughed.

You really are insane, but so was he.

He takes off his pants and shirt and finally captures your lips in his as he hovers over you. You moan into the kiss, Hoseok grabs your neck, choking you as he enters you again.

He thrusts deeper and harder into you. The lack of oxygen has pushed you to the edge, but he told you to hold it in as he fucked you harder and you're not even protesting as your face turned blue.

Tonight had endless surprises, you complained when he released you and even begged him to go harder than he is. His dick twitches at every word that came out of you. Begging for him to go harder, barely even getting the words out clear.

You both came together but you were still insatiable, he left you to go smoke in the living room. You followed him and with the ropes that you used to tie him and offered it to him on both palms and bowed down.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Hoseok takes a drag of the cigarette and blows it in your direction.

"Own me. Use me. Please." You your face was starting to bruise from when he pushed you on the wall, you ass turned red, his finger tips made a mark on your neck, yet here you are begging for him.

You meant to kill him but you'll never come across anyone else like him in your lifetime. Hoseok takes the rope and smacks your tits with it, you didn't complain. He slaps you so strong your lip bled, still no complaint.

Instead, you smiled and begged for more.

If Hoseok was fucked up, you were twice as bad as him. He smiles down at you and kisses you again, biting your lip and sucking on the blood that was dripping.

"Get on the bed, ass up and arms above your head." He whispers. You quickly scramble to your feet to followed his order.

He may need to marry you sooner than he planned if he wants to keep you for himself.

Hoseok didn't expect everything tonight, but it sped up his plans of keeping you. He was going to ask you out one of these days, then make it serious, after a year or two, he'd propose, by then he thought he could've broken you to be at his beck and call but now, seeing you on on the bed following his commands.

He now knows you were broken to begin with. And when a masochist such as yourself falls into his hands, they either stay or die. You will not, cannot, leave him.

As he closes the door, Hoseok knows that will never happen. You will never leave him, you smile from a bleeding lip and a bruised face, he's found you. He owns you now, there's no turning back.

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A/N: My soul needs cleansing, I know

[the-kr8tor]

What if R gift Blobie as a companion to Pirate! Hobie? (*/ω＼*) She rescued the lil guy/abomination from the water cause "poor cute thing can't swim just like her". It was a trick. Blobie came from water, he just wanna stay in R's sweet caring hands, except now he's stuck with her sassy pirate captain xDD They have love-hate relationship but unites when R is in danger/needs help with smth -🦊

Thank you for the lovely request, foxy!! Changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind 🫶

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, blob the symbiote cat AU, pirate AU, fluff.

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“Hobie, look!” You raise the gooey cat shaped thing in front of him. Its little paws (or that's what you think it is) wiggles in your grasp, milky white eyes all round and happy.

The captain looks from the map, the sun making him squint, searing heat melting him and the sand in his pants making him uncomfortable. Good thing you're here on the godforsaken island that the map has brought the entire ship to its beach or he'll definitely be crankier than he already is.

With the sun behind you, a white halo of light around you, bathing you in its heavenly glow; he leans closer to see better, which the creature did not like at all. The little entity yowls, almost scratching him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, jumping away. “What is that?!”

“Bad Blobie! We don't scratch the captain.” You flip the cat-like creature in your grasp, scolding it. Blob's eyes blink slowly, head tilting, trying to decipher what you said. “that,” you flip him again to face Hobie, “is the captain, you don't—” it mewls angrily. “—hey! Listen, you don't scratch or bite the captain or anyone. Got it?”

Blobie lays limp in your hands, surrendering. Hobie watched on with a confused look, scratching the back of his neck. He loves how you're so patient with the creature but he is eternally confused as to where or how you got it. Especially that you only left him on his own for only five minutes. (he counted)

“Love,” he sees you carry it like a newborn baby. “Should you even be holding that? I don't think its a cat”

“Of course it's a cat! Look at his ears,” his ears droop slightly, a black mass in Hobie's eyes. “his fluffy tail” it swishes to the side, and he swears he saw it change shape for a second. “his cute little eyes and he meows! So Blob is definitely a cat!” you smile happily at Hobie. He's not convinced.

“Where'd you find it?”

“Right near the shore, under some rocks. He looked like he needed help and when I took a closer look, he was stuck under it so I helped.”

“That was very kind of you, scuttlebutt, but we can't keep him.” Hobie opens the map again, counting his steps on the heated sand.

“But he'll die here!” You follow closely. “And you said the ship has rats so he can help kill them. Come on, Hobie!”

“Finn is doing just fine handling those rats.”

You scoff, “are you sure about that? He was all moody yesterday, even grumbling to himself. Please?” blocking his path, you give him your best smile that you know always gets the all powerful pirate.

Blob purrs, clinging to your shirt.

Hobie huffs, “we don't need another mouth to feed, love, ‘sides, Yuri is allergic.”

“Oh…” he almost caves in with the sad look you have on your pretty face.

Sighing, he reaches towards you, bringing you closer to him without losing his place on the sand. Pressing his face closer to your temple, he kisses you gently, trying to get the pout off your lips.

“Sorry,” kiss, “we just don't have the space just yet. After we find this treasure and buy the second ship, we can come back for him, yeah?”

“He might be dead by then.” You look at him forlornly, “I'll take good care of him, promise. I'll give him my rations.”

“And let you starve—?” The ‘cat’ leaps off your arms, running quickly into the thicket.

“Blob! Wait!” You run after it, leaving Hobie in the dust.

“Y/N! Damn It” Taking a stick, he plops in into the sand to save his last position before running after you.

Dodging branches and jumping over rocks, your sudden scream lights his nerves. Breathing heavily, blunderbuss at the ready, he follows the guttering sound.

Hobie finds you kneeling on the jungle floor, frantically heading towards you, he holds you by the shoulders, checking for injuries.

“What–are you alright?” You don't respond, still looking behind him. “Love!” He shakes you, holding your face tenderly. And with that you grin widely. Raising his eyebrows, he follows your line of sight.

Blob digs rapidly, too fast for a cat or even a dog. His movements are almost blurred, sand and dirt flying everywhere; Revealing thousands of gold doubloons and jewelry.

Blob shakes himself clean, sitting down in front of you, tail curling around his legs, licking himself clean.

“Do you want to keep him now?” You say with a smile, hand tapping his cheek. “Hobie?”

“I think I love this bloke.” He exclaims, eyes wide at the shining treasure.

“More than me?” You joke, embracing his middle.

“Maybe.” He teases back, kissing your cheeks like a man starved.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Boy Meets Cat, Boy Meets Girl

pairing: steven grant x f!reader

prompt: kid fic or pet fic

contents: the feelings that come w/ temporarily losing a pet, meetcute, flirting

wc: 1,334

an: another promotional fic for @moonknight-events! steven is just…one of the sweetest, cutest men ever. written w/ the Marc’s girls server in mind, iykyk!

DISCLAIMER: as a event runner i will not be entered in the drawing for prizes. this is promotional only.

SP BINGO 2024 | moonknight masterlist

She’s sitting on the steps one day outside the museum after Steven’s shift. He almost walks right past her, bumbling down the steps with a soft hum. It’s been a long day of being yelled at atop getting sleep that just isn’t restful. He’s exhausted. He’s unobservant.

He’s nearly past her when he hears it— a loud, scratchy meow that catches his attention. Steven stops in his tracks, blinking rapidly.

Had he just heard a cat? On the museum steps? Sleep deprivation really was getting to him, wasn’t it?

He turns towards the sound, sure that there will be nothing there, that he is just hearing things. But there she is, perched on the museum steps as if she owns the place. She looks like a little heap of snow— her fur is fluffy and a stark white color that contrasts with her dark eyes and pink nose. He lets out a little sound of surprise, and then she meows back as if she’s answering him.

He laughs, a bright and cheery sound. “Well, hello there little one. Lost are we?”

She meows again, this time a little softer and if Steven wasn’t mistaken, a little sadder. He softens, taking a few cautious steps toward her so as not to spook her. When she does seem skittish, staying in place despite him closing the gap he simply sits beside her on the steps.

“Do you have a name, little one? Can I look at your collar? Promise I’ll be gentle,” He says, reaching his hand out to her.

She leans forward on her front paws, sniffing at the back of his hand before giving out a soft purr. She bumps his hand with the top of her head, nuzzling.

Steven takes this opportunity to reach under her chin, scratching gently before he leans in to peer at her collar.

“Iris— what a pretty name for a pretty cat.”

Another meow as Iris bulldozes her way into his lap. Steven gives her a series of pats, setting off several purrs that he feels vibrating through her spine. She's so fluffy, so soft. He could pet her for all his days. It’s nice to have this companionship, even if it’s just a cat. Hell, it beats talking to the statuer at the fountain in the park and Iris hasn’t spoken a word.

You know for a moment there, I wondered if you were the goddess Bastet,” He whispers playfully, like he’s keeping a big secret. Iris simply meows, using her paws to slip down and lay across Steven’s thighs. “Aren’t you cold? Is that a silly question given your fur coat?”

Steven lets himself sit, idly petting Iris as he watches the sun slowly disappear behind the London skyline. He’s completely charmed with this cat, with the peaceful feeling her company brings. Part of him selfishly thinks about taking her home and keeping her as his own. But, he knows if he’s this fond of her in a short period of time her owner is probably grief-stricken to be without her. He’ll take her home for the night and use his off day to pursue leads on her owner. Perhaps Marc could help with the tracking. For tonight though, he has some company and the idea has Steven rising to his feet, Iris in tow.

“How’s about we head on home and watch a movie? Are you a fan of Meerkat Manor? Or will seeing them scurry about get you revved up?” He whispers, ignoring the weird glances he’s getting from passersby.

As expected, Iris simply gives out a soft meow, snuggling further into Steven’s hold. He grins, raising a hand to pet her head as he rounds the corner, effectively running into someone.

“Iris! There you are. Oh my god, thank you. Thank you,” You gasp, reaching out to squeeze his arm.

If Steven thought he was charmed by Iris, he must come up with a word that holds more meaning at the sight of you. Your cheeks are tear-stained, eyes a mixture of happiness and guilt. Your brows are pinched together, and he has the urge to reach up and smooth out the wrinkle between them. The urge to soothe you. Even during the short walk, Steven had imagined his reluctance to give Iris back to her owner, but that’s all melted away now that you’re right in front of him. So, so beautiful.

“You’re Iris’ mum?”

“Yes. Fuck, thank you so much. I can’t– I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. I owe you.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I simply stumbled upon her outside the museum after work. I was gonna start looking for her owner tomorrow, imagined it was too late. But look at you, as diligent as ever.”

“The museum? What were you doing there?” You ask Iris before looking up at the man to whom you practically owe your life again. He’s very handsome, a little tired-looking but his eyes are warm, and his hair is fluffy curls. She’s everything to me,” You explain, squeezing Iris to your cheek, doing some nuzzling of your own.

Iris has clearly learned her affectionate manners from you.

Steven’s mind quickly wanders, wondering what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of your affection. He bats the thought away, flushing. “I can imagine, she’s a little charmer. Plopped herself right in my lap.”

“I’m surprised she got this close to you, she’s incredibly picky. She must sense that you’re a lovely person.”

“Well–I– I’m glad to live up to Iris’ standards. She seems to have good taste. Animals sort of choose their owners don’t they?”

“Thanks,” You murmur shyly, feeling your own cheeks fill with warmth. “I know that folks can say being a pet parent is cringy, but I really am lucky to be her mom. She has such an energy to her.”

“Warm. Calm,” Steven supplies, reaching out to pet Iris’ head, if only for the last time. She nuzzles into his hand and he smiles.

Your eyes track his hand, still a little surprised at how easily Iris is letting him pet her. She had hated almost every person you’d brought back to your apartment except a handful of friends. But, any romantic prospects had quickly made themselves scarce given your mean, overprotective cat.

“Exactly.”

“Well Miss Iris, I guess we won’t be getting to watch Meerkat Manor after all will we? Perhaps your mum could show.”

“Meerkat Manor?”

“It follows a little family of meerkats through the desert. Their struggles, their connections, their enemies. All sorts of things.”

“I’ve always been a fan of animal docs.”

“Yeah? I could recommend you loads of them.”

“I would really like that. I don’t think I got your name?”

“Steven.”

“Steven,” You repeat softly before giving him your name. “It’s really lovely to meet you. This is bold of me but…maybe we could see each other again?

Steven’s mouth drops open, eyes wide in surprise. “Really?”

“I told you I owe you and well– Iris seems to like you a lot. Maybe I could make you dinner as repayment and we could watch some meerkats live their lives.”

“I– yeah. Yeah, alright, I would love to.”

You and Steven quickly exchange contacts. He gives Iris a few more pets before rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Sound alright?” He asks, voice hopeful.

“Sounds great,” You confirm.

You shift Iris into the crook of your elbow, and to Steven’s surprise, wrap him in a one-armed hug as you whisper him a soft thanks. His response is delayed but he hugs you back, surrounded by your warmth and soft scent. After a few beats you pull away, giving him a smile as the two of you exchange temporary goodbyes. Steven makes his way back to his flat with a wide grin, grateful that Iris had brought the two of you together. Cat in arms, butterflies in stomach you walk home feeling much the same.

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[gaybananabread]

For the fruit shop store request, something between Kinger and Gangle, cause those two have stolen my heart and I think they’d be good friends. I was thinkin “strawberries”, “pear” and “mangoes”.

So, Gangles comedy mask breaks again, so she goes to Kinger for comfort, starts with a hug, he finds out she’s ticklish and lovingly uses that to his advantage, then she gets revenge, and it ends in a little comforting cuddle in the end. All platonic ofc. Does that sound doable? If not, I understand:)

Fruit(s): Strawberries, Pears, Mangoes

OKAy plot has been outlined! Gangle is the wet cat of this fandom and I love it. Kinger gives off crazy dad vibes as well; it’s always fun to flesh those out! I’m pretty sure I nailed everything you asked for Anon! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lees: Gangle, Kinger

Lers: Kinger, Gangle

Summary: Gangle's comedy mask is broken once again, upsetting her and leading her to seek comfort. Kinger helps her out, and while his silly method does work, he soon learns just how effective it is.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Gangle cradled the halves of her comedy mask, eyeing them wistfully. The tears on her mask quivered, small whimpers escaping the ribbon entity. Not again…

She had just convinced Caine to fix her comedy mask for her; a task that took many, many hours of begging. Less than a day later, though, the ringmaster had planned a wild adventure, leading to her mask getting broken once again. He had refused to fix it again so soon, leaving her without a “working” smile.

When she got really sad, Gangle only knew of one character who she could go to for both emotional and mask-related help. She tried not to cry as she lumbered towards the pillow fort, small sniffs and whines slipping past her defenses.

Kinger heard the girl coming before he saw her. As Gangle approached the fort, the “door” opened without a sound, a kindly chess piece greeting her. She showed him the broken mask with a whine, the line of her mouth quivering. He led her inside, replacing the front pillow and sitting her down. Kinger was mostly stable that day, his hands only shaking a little if he let his mind wander.

“What happened this time?” He reached under a purple pillow, pulling out some white tape. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. Kinger started to tape up the mask, listening to whatever his fellow circus member had to say.

“C-Caine’s NPC’s knocked my m-mask off…” Gangle brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them as best as she could. Her poor comedy mask was always getting cracked, chipped or outright smashed during Caine’s adventures. Why did she have to be so fragile?

Kinger finished taping her mask up, holding it up and checking his work. It was nowhere near as good as Caine’s reset-powers, but it would have to do. He handed it to her, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh, it’s not good, but it should work…”

She put the mask on, blinking a few times to test it out. Gangle was smiling, but it was so small… Definitely not what he wanted to see. “Hey, Gangle…do you want a hug?”

The ribbon girl nodded, her smile growing a little. Kinger wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and hugging her. It was nice at first, the hug helping cheer her up.

Kinger moved a bit in the hug, rubbing her back. She liked the touch, but the fuzzy white material of his robe was rubbing against her front ribbons, right where her stomach would be. Gangle tried to keep quiet, squirming and pressing her mouth shut.

It took the supposedly older man all but a few seconds to realize what was going on. He chuckled, getting a tighter grip on her and sitting back. Kinger moved one hand downwards, gently scratching the ribbons of her side.

“EEP! K-Kihinger!” She squealed, giggles filling the fort as Kinger scritched on her sides. While it was a bit silly, he’d learned that that method of cheering-up worked on most of the circus residents. Gangle seemed especially receptive to it.

While Gangle did love affections from Kinger, it still tickled. She squirmed and twisted in the hug, giggling and squeaking her mask off. If she wanted to, she could have just untwisted her ribbons and slipped out of the hug. There was no fun in that, though; besides, she kinda liked being held close, and laughing around her trusted friend felt nice.

“What? I’m just helping my friend cheer up! You need to smile more, Gangle; it looks good on you.” He hummed fondly, moving his wiggling fingers to the middle of her stomach ribbons. 

She squealed, kicking her legs and flailing as much as the tickly hug would allow. “KIHIHIhingeher! N-NYAAAHAhahaho!” Gangle might not have had a definite body like the other characters, but she was definitely still ticklish. It didn’t make much sense, but then again, what in the circus did? 

Kinger loved hearing his friends laugh. Life in the circus was crazy; there were some days where he could barely keep a grip on his sanity. Others, he was solid. Hearing his fellow circus members laugh meant that they weren’t on the brink of total insanity. It wasn’t much, but it was a comfort.

“Ihihit tihihickles! P-pleheHEHEASE!” Gangle’s pitchy laughter jumped all over the place, a red hue dusting the cheeks of her mask. Another thing that doesn’t seem possible; ceramic gaining a color that’s the result of raised blood pressure. But eh, who needs logic?

“You have a nice laugh, Gangle. Should let us hear it more often as well.” He sounded so calm and playful, ultimately making everything twice as bad. Another squeal rang through the fort, one of Gangle’s bright red arms patting Kinger’s hand. It was a sort of tap-out; she was at her limit.

Kinger backed off, switching to gentle rubs on her back ribbons as he tried to help her settle back down. Gangle giggled off the leftover tickles, still a bit giddy from the “help” her friend provided. “Ohoho gohosh… That was mehean!”

He chuckled, sitting her down on a pillow and shaking his head. “Is it really mean if you enjoyed it?” She grumbled, smirking as she poked his side in retaliation. Surprisingly enough, he yelped, jolting away from the touch with a small giggle. Oooh, revenge!

Gangle chuckled mischievously, a spark of confidence taking over. She wrapped her leg ribbons around his middle, digging into his sides. The chess piece snorted, his large eyes squeezing shut as he squirmed. While he probably could’ve tossed her off, he was kind of enjoying her “payback.” It was apparently just as fun to laugh as it was to hear it from his friends. 

“Gahahangle! *snrk* Whyhyhy are you tihickling mehe?” He wriggled around, but he didn’t actually put any effort into escaping. He was having as much fun as she was.

The ribbon girl laughed with him, enjoying herself. “Because you started it!” She squeezed where his hips would be, making the chess man squeal. “IHI WAHAHAS *snrk* CHEHEERING YOU UHUHUP!”

“So am I!” She moved one arm, using the end of her ribbon to brush along the neck-base of his piece. Small squeaks and squeals broke through his snorty laughter, making her smile. Gangle loved his laugh-y noises.

Kinger tried to scrunch up his shoulders, twisting more as she upped the ante. “B-BUHUT I AHAM *snrk* H-HAHAPPY! GAHANGLE!” It was getting harder and harder to stay still…

“That’s because I’m making you happy!” She knew it was a bit mean, but she was having fun! Kinger rarely had good days like that; she had to take advantage of it! 

Kinger wanted to protest the sensibility of all that, but he was too busy laughing his proverbial ass off. Gangle was surprisingly good at tickling him. Being a little less resilient than Gangle, he quickly ran out of energy. 

One of his hands pat at her leg ribbon, showing that he was down for the count. Gangle unraveled her legs from around him, smiling and sitting back to watch her friend. While her comedy mask was far from perfect, she felt a lot better than she had when entering the fort.

Kinger rubbed his hip and neck area, calming the residual tickles and taking a few deep breaths; he was tired. With a small yawn, he grabbed the softer pillows in his fort, setting up two for him and Gangle. He didn’t even need to ask her if she wanted in. It had been a sort of pattern for them: someone got sad, they both cheered eachother up, and cuddled afterwards to recharge.

With a small giggle, she crawled over to him, careful not to hit any support pillows. When Kinger laid down, she cuddled up right beside him, wrapping her arms around his middle and getting cozy against the soft pillows of the fort.

Exhaustion hit them both like a ton of bricks; apparently, all that tickling had worn them out. Kinger pulled a blanket over them both, relishing in the peaceful moment as he drifted off to sleep. Gangle was close behind him, a smile still on her face. She loved his cheer-up sessions...

[midnightbrightside]

I’m desperate to your immaculate takes on Krisnix from that one ask—what do you think about 2 and 39 (bonus if the little animals get thrust upon them…it’s Trucy who brings home a box of kittens or something)

ayyy thank you im glad you like my krisnix thoughts!

2- What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

when phoenix has nightmares kristoph holds him as he sobs, gently shushing him and saying it was just a dream. phoenix grips kristoph's arms tight to ground himself and it sometimes leaves bruises. kristoph always points them out in a "look what i put up with for you" kind of way that fills phoenix with shame. "really, phoenix, what would you do without me?"

when kristoph has a nightmare he needs to be completely alone but also held as tightly as possible, he also stops speaking. phoenix holds his hands but kristoph snatches them away like the touch burns him and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. so phoenix keeps his distance and encourages kristoph to breathe deep until he stops shaking. then he asks kristoph if he wants to talk about it, kristoph shakes his head. phoenix then asks if he wants a hug, kristoph croaks out very quietly "im not... a child" and phoenix nods "you're not" and holds out his arms. kristoph collapses into them.

39- Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

i got too excited abt this one. gonna put everyone one my "kristoph loves animals" agenda.

trucy comes back home absolutely drenched by the rain holding a box of 6 sopping wet abandoned kittens. she begs phoenix to let her keep them and it absolutely breaks phoenix heart to say "we dont have the space or the money for everything they need. it's late so we can keep them for tonight but we'll have to take them to a shelter tomorrow, im sorry, sweetheart." trucy is NOT happy about it. in true preteen fashion she takes them to her room and starts planning all the ways she, a 12 year old, could raise 6 kittens. phoenix sighs and starts searching what he should feed them, just for tonight.

kristoph arrives later on to pick phoenix up for a date, sees the little furballs meowing around the apartment, and immediately starts fussing.

"these poor babies! where did you find them, and why are they so filthy?"

phoenix explains whats going on and adds "we tried to give them a bath but..." he holds up his arms to show the scratches.

kristoph scoffs, "really, phoenix, you dont have nearly the means nor the knowledge to take care of one animal let alone six." he looks down to where trucy is sitting, playing with the kittens with a makeshift toy made of scrap cloth, and frowns.

"well, first of all, kris: ouch. i was actually thinking we could maybe keep one-"

trucy interrupts from the floor "THREE at LEAST!"

"- and secondly, as i said, we are going to take them to a shelter first thing tomorrow" he looks so apologetic, so sad.

"Absolutely not" Kristoph snaps, "the local shelters are overrun as it is, to say nothing of how they are managed. I wouldnt trust them with these poor creatures either." he looks like hes thinking about something, "Trucy, dear, have you noticed if these kittens are injured or perhaps sick?"

trucy perks up and lists how each cat is faring, which ones are walking funny and points out how one of them has a weird spot near it's eye. as she's rattling off each one's ailments, phoenix notes that she's already named them and his heart melts a little more.

kristoph tuts, "we'll have to take them to the vet then, we can get them microchipped while we're there. vongoles' carrier should be big enough for the journey, oh, she would make an excellent mother..." he almost sounds like he's thinking out loud.

"so we're keeping them???" Trucy beams.

kristoph explains that they're not old enough to be separated from their siblings yet and that she and Phoenix dont have the space to care for all of them, but he is more than happy to take them until they are ready to go to a good home. he shoots a sharp glare at phoenix as he says "typically, cats adjust to a new home much better when adopted in pairs", phoenix gets the memo.

the next day they take the kittens to the vet and kristoph buys all the supplies he could need. over the next few weeks he nurses them back to health and trucy drops by almost every day after school to see how they're doing and play with them. phoenix knew that kristoph liked animals, but it's something else to see this 6'1 icicle of a man dote on these tiny creatures, he even calls them by the names trucy gave them. in moments like these he doesnt seem dangerous at all.

and vongole LOVES them, she's so excited when she first sees them she barely knows what to do with herself. kristoph was right, she makes a great mother. phoenix finds everyone's energy infectious, he buys food, 2 cat beds, some toys, other supplies, and when the time comes he asks kristoph about the kittens.

"sorry, Phoenix, i already found good homes for them" kristoph smiles apologetically and phoenix's heart drops, "i didnt even know you wanted one, i know trucy did, but you didnt seem too enthused. perhaps it's for the best, you dont have the means to take care of a pet." oh.

trucy is miserable. phoenix feels like hes dissapointed her. kristoph is smug as all hell.

[pastanest]

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A/N: I wrote all this Draco content YEARS ago, PLEASE do not hold it against me lol

Draco x non-house-specific!reader

Puppy Love

Draco’s POV

Much like many of my nights at Hogwarts, I find myself unable to sleep, and have resorted to walking around the castle until I tire myself out. The night air is calling to me from beyond the castle walls, and try as I might to ignore the whispers in the wind, I cannot resist the chance to enjoy another starlit sky. Smiling to myself, my usual slow walking pace is replaced by hurried footsteps, each step adding another spark to the fire of excitement that is igniting in my chest. As soon as I set foot outside, my smile widens into a broad grin, and after wandering just far enough to find a spot which I can successfully hide myself from any teachers patrolling the grounds, I take a seat on the cold grass, my pyjama’s only just being enough to keep my body above a temperature that would be too cold for me to stand. Bringing my knees up, I hold them loosely with in the crease of my elbows, clasping my hands together in the space between my calfs, my entire body relaxing as I tilt my head back to observe the countless precious prisms of light held greedily by the night sky that taunts me from above. A small rustle coming from within a bush a few feet away from where Im sitting startles me, and I jump back slightly. From the other side of the small shrub, I hear a pained, high pitched howl that pulls at my heartstrings in the most vulnerable way. Slowly bringing myself to my feet, I glance over the tight bundle of leaves to see a small black dog, sitting up straight with it’s back to me. With it’s pricked up ears, it almost appears like a miniature wolf. Sensing my presence, the dog stiffens and turns to face me, a curious and frightened expression etched into it’s features as the brightest pair of silver eyes bore into my own. I lift my foot to take a step towards the dog, but it cowers away from me, so instead I take a step back, and sit back down again in my previous position. Sure enough, the small dog gingerly crawls through the bush and comes out the other side, to stand beside me. I hold my hand out to it, and the dog inspects it carefully, sniffing at my palm tentatively, before nuzzling against it. Another smile takes over my face as I gently scratch behind the dog’s right ear. The dog suddenly jumps up excitedly, and rolls onto it’s back, sticking it’s tongue out the side of it’s mouth.

I cant help but laugh “Well, arent you a pretty girl!”

She barks up at me in approval, causing me to chuckle again as I rub her stomach. Almost immediately, I feel my heart unlocking itself from it’s burdened chains for this small, lovable creature, and it’s striking silver eyes.

“Do you have a name, little lady?” I question her as I take note of the lack of a collar around her neck, but obviously not expecting her to give me an answer that I can possibly understand. Could she be a stray?

She barks at me again, and I feel my heart sing as it falls further in love with this animal. The idea of a dog being a man’s best friend has never made much sense to me, I’ve always been more of a cat person, but this dog is changing my whole perspective in a matter of minutes.

An idea pops into my head, and I smile down at her.

“How about Lady?” I ask, and immediately the adorable black ball of fur jumps to her feet, and begins chasing her tail as she yips excitedly.

Feeling my eyes begin to get heavy, I start rationalising the situation in my head. However, given my tiredness, it is likely that my decision to carry Lady back to my dorm and place her at the foot of my bed, with the intension of taking full responsibility for her, was perhaps not my finest hour.

For the first time in what feels like my entire life, I wake up pleasantly, without the lingering claws of sleep trying to drag me back into the abyss. Sitting up in bed, I rub my eyes to fully wake myself up, and kick my legs out from under my covers, placing my feet on the floor as I rub the back of my neck. Glancing around the room, I see all of my fellow Slytherin boys fast asleep, but when my gaze lands on the end of my bed, I have to do a double take, and my blood runs cold. She’s gone. Without any further thought, I jump from my bed and start crawling around on the floor, looking underneath every bed to try and find her, before I notice that the dorm room door is ajar, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I spend my entire Saturday morning running around the castle, relentlessly searching for her. The sound of me shouting her name as I bound down the corridors has undoubtedly given most of the students headaches, but now my voice is restricted to practically whispering, given Im searching the school library.

“Lady? Lady, where are you!?!” I call out quietly as I speed walk between every aisle of books.

A small girl, who I recognise to be (Y/N), perks up from her place at a desk located at the far end of the aisle Im now searching, but I pay her little attention as I crouch down to look beneath the stack of shelves. Sensing a presence beside me, I glance up to find (Y/N) standing next to me, staring down at me quizzically.

“What’re you doing Draco? Not to be rude, but you’re coming across as a bit of a nutter.” (Y/N) enquires, an air of innocent curiosity about her.

“Im trying to find my dog - well, technically I suppose she isnt mine, but I found her last night and she was all alone, so I decided to take her in. I took her to my room and by the time I woke up, she was gone.” Despite barely knowing (Y/N), I find myself quite suddenly comfortable enough around her to explain my endeavours in full detail.

“She wasnt a very big dog, definitely young too, she almost looked like a very small wolf, but with these bright silver eyes. I called her Lady. Have you seen her?” My voice rings with a tone of helplessness as I stand to my feet, trying not to acknowledge my slight insecurity caused by just how much I tower over the girl in front of me.

Her eyes widen, with an oddly familiar fear present in them, and I notice her quickly avoiding my gaze as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, laughing and coughing nervously.

“What are you doing that for?” I question, a little more harsh than I intended to be.

“I-I, uh, well…oh dear, I dont suppose I can really keep this from you now, can I? We cant talk about it here, though, I dont need anyone else knowing about this. Follow me.” (Y/N) walks past me, and gestures for me to follow her, but I shake my head.

“Im not going anywhere until I find Lady.” I tell her, with confidence.

Sighing, (Y/N) comes back over to me, and stares up at me with a focussed expression on her face. Time seems to slow down, and I watch in awe as the natural colour in her eyes begins to swirl, until it is replaced by that same striking silver. My jaw hangs open in shock, and when (Y/N) blinks, her eyes are back to normal.

“Follow me.” She instructs again, and this time I do so without question.

(Y/N) leads me outside, smiling and waving awkwardly at her friends, who are all staring at her in absolute horror as they notice me following behind her. She only stops walking when we’ve reached the place I found Lady the previous night. The wind blows through her hair as she stands with her back to me, evidently trying to hide her face.

“I didnt mean for you to see me last night, nobody usually does. Yesterday wasnt a good day for me at all, and I decided to venture out here to get some time to myself, just to sit. Maybe cry a little, if I needed to. But you found me, and now we’re in this mess.”

I frown, confusion consuming me, and an echo of the shock left over from seeing her eyes change, still holding me hostage.

“What are you talking about?” I question, feeling utterly dumbfounded for the first time in my life.

With a heavy sigh, (Y/N) turns around to face me, and Im immediately entranced by her eyes, which have once again transformed into that familiar silver.

“Im a Metamorphmagus, Draco. I can alter my physical appearance, I’ve been able to since I was a baby, both of my parents passed it down to me. While some people like me can change their hair colour on command, or temporarily adopt a feature of an animal, or even completely change their physical appearance, my family can all change themselves into animals at will. While my mother usually sticks within the realms of cat-like creatures, my father prefers birds, and I…I prefer wolves, and dogs.”

My lips part to speak, but no words fall from them, and the information I’ve just received is left hanging in the air, until (Y/N) decides to continue it, her head hanging low.

“If kids here found out about me, I’d be treated like a circus animal. So I must ask that you keep this between us, please.”

This time, words leave me before I have the chance to even process them.

“If they even tried treating you differently because of who you are, I’d hex every single one. You’re amazing, (Y/N), so few people are metamorphmagus, and even fewer can fully turn themselves into animals, there’s been debate about that being possible at all, and you’re living proof of it being true! I dont know if this is statistically accurate, but to me, you are one in a million, without a doubt, and your secret will always be safe with me.”

I blink, and feel (Y/N)’s small body crashing against my own, her arms wrapping around my middle and her face hidden against my abdomen.

“Thank you, for everything you just said, and for being so kind to me last night.” She has to turn her head to prevent her words from being muffled by my jumper, but as soon as she has finished speaking, she hides her blushing face again.

I chuckle, unable to comprehend how adorable she is, or how I never noticed before. “There’s no need to thank me. Next time though, dont go running off like that, you had me worried sick!”

(Y/N) laughs into my jumper and lifts her head to grin cheesily at me. “Next time, sleep with one eye open!“

I laugh with her, and then we break from our hug so that we can begin walking back towards Hogwarts, but my arm is still hanging loosely around her shoulders, and hers is still tucked around my back. Glancing down at her when she isnt looking, I smirk mischievously.

"I am so calling you Lady from now on.”

[cadybear420]

20 for Evie and Aiden in the kiss prompts

20. …on a scar.

Ask prompts here!

One day, during a visit at Evie's house, Aiden notices 3 pale scar lines across Evie's forearm...

Aiden raised his eyebrow quizzically. "What on Earth happened here? Did you get in a fight or something?"

Evie hesitated, then chuckled. "...you could say that..."

Aiden gasped softly. "Oh my... how'd that happen?"

"This doofus stole my laptop, and I tried to get it back from her, but she refused to let it go, and... she attacked me."

Aiden's face paled. "Oh... oh God."

"I did get it back eventually, though." Evie gestured to her laptop, on top of her desk. "Thankfully, it came out undamaged. She must have gotten bored with it. Not much for her to do with it, after all."

"Phew! That's good..." Aiden sighed, before turning and wrapping an arm around Evie, pulling her close. "Seriously though... that must have been a scary fight! And what if that girl is still coming after you?"

Evie suddenly noticed a growing shadow by the doorway.

"Well, it seems like she's coming towards us right now..."

"Huh!?"

Aiden sharply turned towards the doorway, to see...

Fur. White-and-orange fur. That belonged to Evie's pet cat, Daisy.

Aiden stared, his jaw slowly falling open, as the little cat walked into the room. She stopped just in front of Evie and Aiden, and looked up at them.

"Miaow!"

"H-huh... what... Evie, what do you mean this is the--"

He paused suddenly, remembering Evie's words. His pupils shrank slightly.

"Oh. OH. OH--"

Daisy walked towards Evie's desk, hopped up, and then moved to settle herself into a breadloaf shape on top of Evie's laptop. Evie squeezed her lips together, trying to suppress her giggles as Aiden buried his face into his hand and his body started to shake with laughter.

"God... DAMN IT..."

Aiden turned around and grabbed a random piece of clothing off of the floor and began whapping Evie in the arm with it, causing her to let out her giggles.

"Don't... ever... do that again!" He said, laughing. "You seriously terrified me!"

"Ahh! Okay okay I'm sorry!" She said, gently swatting at the clothing.

Aiden gave her one last whap in the arm before setting the clothing aside, and both he and Evie caught their breaths. Aiden glanced at Daisy, looking nice and round as she sat on Evie's laptop, before turning back to Evie.

"So... that's how you got that scar?"

"Yeah. The little motherfucker sat on my laptop when I wasn't looking. I tried to gently nudge her off and she got all pissy, and when I tried to gently pick her up, she swiped at me and scratched my arm."

Aiden takes a brief look at the scar again. "I guess I should have been able to figure out that this was a cat scratch and not from a... knife fight."

"Cats can get weirdly possessive over things."

"I'll say. Meowzart has already grown attached to my old Lisa Mermaid doll and likes dragging her around by the hair. And he starts growling at me when I even so much as try to hold the doll."

Evie giggled. "Awwww~"

Aiden looked once again at Evie's scar, then back at Evie, a sly grin appearing on his face. "I will definitely say, though..."

He took Evie's forearm into his hand, his fingers tenderly brushing against her skin as he lifted her arm up and planted a kiss onto the cat scratch scar.

"...it seems like you fought quite admirably."

Evie grinned, her face and her arm heating up a little.

"Awwh... why, thank you, dear Aiden~"

He let go of her arm, and he and Evie shared one more kiss. It started out light and sweet... but each and every little movement of their lips against each other seemed to fuel them. It became deeper, more passionate... in no time at all, they were stuck to each other like magnets.

"Aiden..."

Hands on his waist, she pulled him backwards as she made her way into her desk chair. Aiden promptly climbed into it as well, straddling her and settling himself onto her lap. He locked his arms around her, gripping her back, as he continued kissing her.

"Hmmm~ you're almost like a cat yourself..." Evie cooed. "Look at how possessive you are over me."

Aiden's voice lowered. "Well, you better not try and push me off of your lap... I will not take kindly to it."

Evie smirked at him. "Luckily, I have zero intention of doing that."

Aiden gave a small nuzzle against her neck before grinning at her.

"Good."

[aalissy]

Dress-Up

Here's day 28 :). I hope you like this lil fluffy oneshot. I had a fun time writing it. Now Ima go sleep bc I'm tired and do nottt wanna go to work tomorrow hehee.

AO3

Marinette stood in her room, her hands on her hips, surveying the array of costumes strewn across her bed. Tikki floated nearby, giggling softly.

"You really went all out this time, Marinette," the little kwami remarked, her tiny hands clasped together in delight.

Marinette grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, it's not every day you get to play dress-up with a superhero. Plus, it's a great way to test out new designs and have some fun!"

A soft tap on her balcony’s trapdoor drew Marinette's attention. Quickly, she pushed it open, beaming at Chat’s grinning face, his usual confident smirk replaced by a curious smile. She gestured him inside, and he was careful not to ruin all of her neatly laid clothes.

"Hey, purrincess," he greeted, his green eyes scanning the outfits. "What's all this?"

Marinette felt her cheeks slightly warm at the nickname but quickly brushed it off. "It's a surprise! I thought it would be fun to have a little costume party. Just you and me."

Chat’s eyebrows raised in intrigue. "A costume party, huh? Sounds like a purrfect idea."

She rolled her eyes playfully at his pun but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright, kitty. Let's get started!"

She lifted up one of the outfits that she had made, holding it up as she struck a pose before gently placing it back down. There were superhero costumes, medieval attire, animal onesies, and even a few historical ensembles. Chat’s eyes widened as he took in the assortment.

"You've really outdone yourself, Marinette. Where did you get all of these?"

Marinette chuckled. "There are some old designs that I made, others are more recent, and there are a few that are just things I've collected from various costume stores over the years. Now, pick one!"

Chat scratched his head, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Hmm, how about we start with something simple?"

She nodded and reached for a couple of animal onesies. "How about these? You can be a bunny, and I can be a lion."

He laughed a deep, genuine sound that made her heart flutter. "A lion, huh? I don’t know though. I can’t purromise not to hop away too fast. Afur all, you are a lion."

Marinette rolled her eyes even as she giggled. She handed him the bunny onesie and picked up the lion costume for herself. Quickly, she slipped behind her dressing screen to change, while Chat simply stepped into his onesie. A few moments later, they both gazed at each other, stifling laughter. He looked particularly ridiculous in both a cat and bunny suit.

Either way, he beamed at her, the fuzzy bunny ears sitting comically on his head. Every so often his cat ears twitched making her giggle. He twitched his nose, sniffing the air playfully, managing to make Marinette laugh harder.

"And here I was thinking that you were a cat, not a little bunny," she teased, adjusting her lion’s mane.

"Well, every cat has a bit of bunny in them," Chat replied, lifting his nose even higher into the air before gazing back down at her. "But look at you, my furbulous lion. You look fierce."

She puffed out her chest, raising her head even higher. "Thank you very much, Chaton. Now, what should we do next?"

“Hmm, well how about... tag!” he shouted, hopping away from her as quickly as he had tapped her.

“Hey! Get back here!” Marinette huffed, chasing him around her room as the two engaged in a friendly game of tag.

They bounced around each other, giggling and teasing as they did so. It was light. Carefree. No worries fluttered through Marinette’s mind as she tried to avoid Chat’s slippery paw for what felt like the millionth time. It was nice. Eventually, they both collapsed back onto her chaise, breathing heavily as they panted for air.

"That was really fun," Marinette said, turning to look at him as her cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, his smile softening. "You always know how to make everything more exciting, Marinette."

She looked at him, feeling a warm glow of something in her chest. "Well, it's easy when you're around, Chat. You always make me laugh." She poked him softly.

He reached out and gently adjusted her lion’s mane. "And you always make me feel like I can just... be myself."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat at his words. Before she could respond, Chat stood up, a glint of mischief returning back into his eyes. "Alright, what's next? I believe we have plenty of costumes left to try."

She laughed and quickly jumped onto her feet. "How about something historical? We can be knights and go on a quest!"

Chat nodded eagerly. "Sounds like a plan, my lady."

They changed into their new outfits—Marinette in a beautiful blue set of armor, and Chat in a nice set of black armor that matched his super suit. Both were only complete, however, with a cardboard sword. Once again, they fell into their roles, this time embarking on a quest to rescue a captured prince which was, unsurprisingly, a stuffed animal that Marinette had placed at the top of her wardrobe.

The hours flew by as they continued their playful adventures, each new costume bringing a fresh wave of creativity and laughter. They dressed as pirates searching for hidden treasure, superheroes saving Paris from an evil villain, and even royalty hosting a grand ball.

As the evening drew to a close, Marinette and Chat found themselves back in their original outfits, a sense of contentment settling over them. They sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of their costume party.

"That was amazing, Marinette," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for this. I needed it."

She smiled at him softly. "Me too, mon Chaton. It was nice to just... be ourselves for a little while."

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's easy to forget who we are underneath the mask."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Then, Chat stood up and offered his hand to Marinette.

"One last dance before I go?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eye.

Marinette giggled and took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. "Alright, as long as you don’t expect me not to step on your toes. I may be just a bit worn out from all those adventures ."

Chat bowed dramatically. "As you wish, purrincess."

They danced around the room, their laughter echoing off the walls. For a brief moment, they were neither superheroes nor civilians, just two friends enjoying a magical night.

As the dance came to an end, Chat pulled her into a gentle hug. "Thank you for being you, Marinette. You make everything better," he whispered quietly into her ear.

She hugged him back, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "And thank you for being you, Chaton. You always know how to make me smile."

They pulled away, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. No words were needed; they both knew the special bond they shared.

With a final wave, Chat slipped out using her trapdoor and vanished into the night, leaving Marinette with a heart full of joy and a room full of wonderful memories. She stood there for a moment, looking up at the twinkling stars and feeling grateful for the unexpected adventure they had shared.

As she closed her hatch and turned back to her room, she couldn't help but smile. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have nights like this to remind her of the simple, beautiful moments that made life so special. Even when akuma attacks left her positively exhausted.

[queen-scribbles]

benefits of solitude

14. Scratch (WotR Dance of Masks; Etain/Vikkari)

borrowing @haledamage's girl with this one :3 -----

Vikkari appreciated the cover provided by the Kenabres celebrations. Between going strong so late into the night and their nature as a masquerade, it was far easier to sneak out of the city with Etain than he would have thought. There were twenty 'Knight-Commanders' running around, no one spared a second glance to notice his was the real one.

Etain walked beside him, noticeably distracted despite agreeing to come and following his path without complaint. He left her to her thoughts and didn't pry, walking in equal silence until they reached his goal--a small copse of trees circling a boulder large and smooth enough to make an excellent natural seat.

"We're here," he said, giving her arm a gentle nudge.

Etain rolled her shoulders as she pulled her focus back to the moment and surveyed the surroundings. A hint of a smile crinkled her eyes. "Very nice."

She always seemed more relaxed in the woods, but this time some tension remained, a shifting in her stance that spoke of unease. "Everything alright?"

"Mm," Etain hummed, shifting her weight foot to foot. "We just saved the day again, why wouldn't it be?"

Because you seem antsier than Titus when he broke one of our father's beehives. But he just shook his head and gestured to the boulder. "Just checking."

She sat--near the edge, he noted--and cocked her head. "So, any reason in particular for the solitude?"

"I know it's your preference," Vikkari said. He dropped his attention to the small pack he'd brought, and when he looked up she was leaning against the tree behind her, rocking back and forth. "Etain." Bit his lip to hold back a chuckle when she froze. "Is something wrong?"

Etain slouched with a frustrated growl. "I have an itch. Started right before we left the city, and it's right at the top of my wings so I can't reach it, and it's driving me crazy."

The chuckle escaped as Vikkari sat next to her. "Hence the Pippin impression, I assume." He started to reach toward her back, then paused. "May I?"

"Oh, please," she groaned, leaning into his hand like a cat when it settled between her shoulder blades.

"Here?" he confirmed, scratching the top edge of where the feathered wings joined her back.

"Mmhmmmmm," Etain hummed in gratitude, her head falling back against his shoulder as she sagged in relief. She sat in contented silence a moment, then tugged down her mask and tipped her head further to look at him. "Thank you."

Vikkari, quite enjoying the weight of her leaning on him, tipped his head to kiss her temple. "You're very welcome. I know you'd do the same for me." He lightly brushed his fingers along the top of one wing before letting his hand fall.

"Of course." Etain let her head loll against him a moment longer before straightening. "Although I'm pretty sure this wasn't what you had in mind when you asked me out here."

"No, though I'm always happy to help. I, um." A sudden rush of nerves hit him, and he fought the urge to fidget as he pulled the small pack closer. "I made you something."

"Again? The others really will accuse you of favoritism," she teased, gently nudging his shoulder.

"We're well past hiding that, I think," he laughed. "But I'm not talking about whittling." This time. The next of that kind was still in progress. Deep breath as he pulled the carefully wrapped bundle out of the pack. "I've been tweaking one of my recipes, and I think I'm finally happy with it and wanted you to have the first batch."

Etain's eyes lit up. "Cookies?"

Vikkari smiled as he handed them over. "Oh, I hope they live up to that reaction."

From the deeply satisfied groan that accompanied her first bite, he didn't have anything to worry about. She was three cookies in before she stopped and looked at him. "They're delicious."

Vikkari chuckled. "I may have suspected. Thank you, I'm glad you like them."

"I forget how much you like to cook since Seelah does it a lot when we're traveling..." Etain sucked crumbs off her fingers and offered him a cookie, which he declined(he'd tested plenty while making them), before wrapping them up. "You're very good at that, too. Thank you for the cookies, and the solitude. And the back scratches."

"You're very welcome for all three, but," he linked his fingers between hers and brought her hand up to kiss the back, "I don't think we need to be done yet..."

"You don't think they'll miss us?" she arched a brow.

"I think it'd be fun to see how long we can push it," he countered with a smirk.

"No arguments here," Etain said warmly, leaning her head on his shoulder again, and it was quite a while before they deigned to return inside the city walls.

[galaxyedging]

Part of the Exposed Masterlist

Claude the Cat x OFCC (the extra C is for cat because apparently I've lost my mind. I may as well go all in at this point.)

WC:3.2k

Summary: Claude meets a cat that he is desperate to paint and do other things with.

Warnings: A horny cat. Angst. Talk of death.

Alley Cats

The sun warming his tail told Claude it was time to make a move before the room was rented out. If he made his way to the kitchen door, he could probably charm some thinly sliced salmon from the overbearing sous chef. She always finds a little something for him. She even digs out a little extra if he lets her hold him. He feels like a common whore when her boney fingers dig into him and her strong citrus perfume brings a sting to his sensitive eyes. Still, the food was good and it wouldn't be the first time he was called a whore. They didn't understand that he was on borrowed time. 

The new guy he lived with had taken him for that goddamn operation. Claude was lucky to come out with everything intact. The vet had the gleam of a butcher in his eyes. His fingers looked cumbersome and not capable of the fine motor skills that needed to attend to Claude's most delicate parts. He had put up a fight. He dodged and weaved like a prize fighter. He'd done his best to keep them at bay. His new roommate, and several of the employees, bore the scratch marks to prove it. Ultimately, he had been bested by a rather rotund man with a syringe. He spent the next few days ruing the day he graced the fire escape outside that insipid artist's apartment. Even if he had fed him tuna and scratched that spot on his head that he likes. And he let him sleep on his bed when the storm outside got too loud. Still, he took him for that operation, he risked his virility, it was still at risk. Claude was afraid if he didn't use it he would lose it. 

It may have caused a couple of problems for him. A couple of fights between his partners, who thought that just because they barbed, once, they were a thing. That he owed them something. If anything, they owned him. Even if he could only find a flea bitten tabby to keep him company, he always made them feel good. If he was going to do something he was going to do it right. They should be thankful.

To be fair, they usually were. They fell at his feet. He didn't blame them, given the competition. All mangy alley cats and overfed, lazy family pets. His winning personality aside Claude was obviously the far superior choice. 

As he sat on the sun warmed concrete, finishing off some salmon meant for today's main, (He earned it by doing his best 'poor little kitty' routine. Big, brown eyes. A little mournful whine. His small, soft paws laid gently on her outstretched hand. It was degrading, but a man's got to eat and occasionally he has to eat finer fish than his roommate offers him), Claude thought that this new life wasn't so bad. Throwing himself into all these indulgences helped him to forget what he had lost, his home, his….well, he wasn't going to be in that position again. He'd barb, he'd take what he could from the humans and that was it. No bonding. No feelings. It wasn't a bad way to live. He could quite happily spend the rest of his days like this, then she sauntered into his life.

Claude watched her lithe form drop down into the alley. Gracefully landing on all fours before heading to the open kitchen door. A pitiful meow got the sous chef's attention.

"Oh, Sweetie, you're back. Are you hungry?" She rubbed her head against the chef's calves as they spoke. "Stay there. I'll get you something special."

The woman returned with even more food than she had given Claude, chicken as well as the salmon. He watched as the woman fed it to the newcomer, who purred happily in her boney hands. He didn't know this cat but she was good. 

"That was a pretty convincing little act." Claude called over as the cat made her way back down the alley.

Her head snapped towards him, she raised an eyebrow in question. "Act?"

"The nuzzling, the purring. Acting like you can stand that woman." Claude gobbled up the last of his breakfast before waiting for her reply. Making a good show of licking his paws while he did so. He might have found her display a bit over the top but there was no denying how attractive she was.

"She's kind. She feeds me when my owner can't. Why wouldn't I like her?" Claude was taken aback by her answer.

"Don't you find her a little overbearing? Needy?"

"How long have you been coming here?"

"About a month. Why?"

"Did you notice the tan line on her ring finger? Or remember the ring that used to be there?"

Claude hadn't given any notice to either.

"She's clearly going through something. She needs a hug."

"How noble of you." Claude scoffed.

"Wow. Are you always this big of an asshole?" 

"I don't know. Why do you spend some more time with me and find out?" Claude's tone was laced with suggestion.

"Hitting on me before you even find out my name. Classy."

"I would have learnt it eventually. I'd need to know what to call out in the throws of passion."

"Good luck with that." She leaped up onto a crate next to the wall preparing to leave.

Claude called after her. "So you're not going to tell me your name?"

"No." She stated firmly.

"No matter. A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Mine is Claude by the way.

The female smiled to herself as she strolled along the top of the wall. Against her better judgement, she decided to visit this place more often.

A couple of days later, Claude smiled triumphantly as the object of his desire dropped down into the alley again.

"Good morning, Molly." He called out casually. He saw her bristle at his words."I asked around. I couldn't go another day without putting a name to my latest piece."

"Piece?!" Molly spun to face him, claws out.

"My art piece." Claude smiled wryly as her reaction as he walked over to get his pizza box canvas. "What do you think?"

Molly had to admit it was good, he was obviously talented. "I think it's creepy that we met once and you painted me."

Claude was enjoying this. It had been a long time since he'd had to work this hard for a woman. Usually after he unveils his art work it isn't long until he gets his cock wet. Molly was going to be a challenge. One he would gladly rise to.

"How can you blame me? Look at the inspiration I had. Any artist worth his salt would have to immortalise a woman as beautiful as you."

"Immortalise? Whatever you painted with smells like it's about to turn. I give that two days, tops."

"But the mental image will stay with me forever. Unless you have a better one to replace it with?"

Molly found herself being rather flattered by Claude's tenacity. He was good looking, and that voice! Maybe she would concede to his attention eventually but she was going to make him work for it. She wasn't some easy street cat.

"Is that all you are interested in? My beauty?"

"It's not all I am interested in." Claude made a point of raking his eyes over her body.

Molly cursed the way her body betrayed her morals at his molten gaze. Ignoring him, she made her way to the door to be fed. Once she was done she made her way back the way she came. Shooting a quick "Bye, Claude." his way.

"Bye, My Darling. I'll see you again soon. I hope." His tone was almost sweet.

The next time they met it was raining, the overhang by the kitchen door afforded little shelter. Claude was already there licking the remnants of his meal from his paws. He locked his eyes on Molly's as she came into view. Purposely slowing the progression of his cleaning. Making a bigger show than necessary with his tongue. "There you are. The weather is miserable but there is enough shelter here, if you want to squeeze in with me?"

He wasn't wrong, there was just enough room in the dry patch of floor for the two of them, if they huddled together. Molly rethought how hungry she was.

"Come. I don't bite. Unless I'm asked." Claude shuffled back a little to give her space to land. She did so gracefully as always. "There. Isn't that better?"

Molly had to admit that the shelter and the warmth of Claude pressed next to her was a lot better. 

The sous chef appeared with her supper a few minutes later. Molly ate happily as Claude sat pressed into her in silence. She was grateful that he didn't keep hitting on her while she ate. Until he hit her with "So when are we going to fuck?".

The last of her chicken almost caught in her throat.

"Sorry to be so blunt but you are attractive, I'm attractive. You clearly have strong feelings towards me. Even if they are just of annoyance. Hate sex is fantastic. So it seems a shame not to fuck."

Heaven help her, Molly found his boldness attractive. "I do find you attractive but I'm not interested in being another notch on your scratching post. I'm not a young cat, my priorities are different. If you want to fuck me, you'll have to get to know me." With that hanging in the air she left a stunned Claude to shelter from the rain as she bounced home.

Claude told himself he wasn't going back to the alley. So Molly was attractive. So she was self assured. So she wasn't going to be an easy lay. It didn't mean he had to have her. Except it totally did mean he had to have her. He was obsessed. He painted her every day. She consumed his thoughts. He liked that she was keen to put him in his place. Claude was a big, bold personality. He usually got what he wanted, when he wanted. Being denied something was driving him crazy.

As soon as Molly dropped down into the alley, Claude was on his feet. Despite telling himself he wasn't coming back here, he'd been there every day. When he finally laid eyes on her he was practically giddy. Taking a breath, he forced himself to regain his composure."There you are! How do you expect me to get to know you if you're not here?"

"I didn't expect you to get to know me. I figured when it became clear I wasn't an easy lay, you'd move on."

"I'm wounded that you think so little of me!"

"I know your type. Thinking women should be honoured to carry your progeny."

"That's where you are wrong. I just know what a good time I can provide a woman. It would be wrong of me not to provide that service to as many women as possible."

"So your interest in me is purely philanthropic? How noble! If pleasing me is all you care about then you can get to know me."

After a quick bite to eat, Molly gave Claude her best come hither look over her shoulder and hither Claude came. He followed her out of the alley like so many foolish humans he'd seen being led out of clubs in the dead of night. Destined for heartbreak and regret. Not that that would happen to Claude. No one can break your heart if you don't give it to them. Claude followed her as her backside swung temptingly to and fro. He was so entranced by her curves, he didn't realise she had led him to a park until he heard an overexcited voice. "Look at the kitties!"

The owner was a little chubby faced thing, all freckles and sticky hands. Molly didn't seem to mind when it petted her. It giggled in delight as she purred before skipping off to play in the sand.

"So I know you like salmon and don't mind the gross mini humans petting you. Is that enough?" Claude sighed.

"Yes. Please take me in a manly fashion." Claude couldn't help but smile at the sarcasm dripping from her tone. 

A matching smile spread over Molly's face. "Come on." 

She continued through the park, stopping to let various people pet her, while Claude hung back out of the way. His lack of hair generally made him a less attractive petting prospect. The scowl on his face helped to ensure that no sticky hands touched him.

"Here we are." Molly smiled as they cut through some brushes. Claude was so caught up in how pretty she looked smiling in the sunshine that he didn't even notice his surroundings until a large drop of water landed square on his lower back. The freezing liquid shot a shiver up his spine. Instinctively he jumped and whirled on the source of his discomfort. Claws and fangs bared. 

Molly's laughter was light and airy as she skipped towards the fountain. Jets of water rhythmically shot from the floor arching into the air, projecting rainbows in their spray. Molly moved from jet to jet pouncing on the spray, causing it to rain down on her. The droplets ran down her spotted fur causing it to shimmer even more so than usual. 

Now that he was over the initial shock, Claude couldn't help but see the beauty in the scene before him. The sun dipping low behind the trees caused an orange dappling across the ground. The gorgeous woman frolicking in the dewy rainbow cascade. It was all so rich and vibrant. He knew had found his next work of art. As he pondered what medium he would use he was hit by an errant jet of water. An indignant yowl erupted from him. He hissed until he saw Molly suppressing her laughter. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to full on hit you with it. Are you okay?" 

"I've been better." He shook the drops from his whiskers. "So this is something you enjoy?"

"I'm a Bengal. Water is kind of our thing. You?"

"I'd be happier if it was warmer."

"That's the second best part. Come on." Molly darted out of the water to race ahead. 

Thankfully, all those tins of tuna hadn't slowed Claude down. He caught up to her at the bottom of an art installation. It was a conceptual art piece. Large uncut stones were used to recreate the shape of Atlas. This idea was that the responsibility of taking care of the earth was on all of our shoulders. Claude could do better. He also knew that Atlas carried the sky not the earth. 

"Do you like this piece?" Claude tried to keep his distaste out of his tone.

"It has its perks." Molly jumped from stone to stone before disappearing at the top.

Claude quickly followed to find her stretched out of the 'earth' stone. The stone still clung to the heat of the day under his paws. It felt good. As if she could read his mind Molly commented "Wait until you stretch out on it."

Claude didn't wait any longer to stretch out. He sprawled himself next to her, so close that their side touched. He was sure she would push him away until she didn't. Until she snuggled closer. Emboldened by it, he rested his head on top of hers. In turn she rubbed her head against his until their positions were reversed and her head was on top.

"So are we going to…?" Claude began.

"Not tonight." Her voice was firm but gentle. It gave Claude some hope.

Then Molly began to groom him. Around his neck as first then she ran her tongue over that spot behind his ear. The one that usually got his leg twitching and his motor running. This time it had a different effect on him. Warm tears gather in his eyes. It had been so long since anyone had treated him with this kind of care. It had been so long since he let anyone treat him with this kind of care. He tried to muffle the sobbed that welled up in him but she caught it.

"Shh. You're okay, Claude. Just let it out." she continued to soothe him with her tongue as he finally let out everything he had been holding in. 

His owner had died. He had watched as she faded away. It hadn't taken long. In less than a week, she started with a cough then she was gone. He could still hear it every night. She told her family she was fine. Claude knew she wasn't but he was helpless to do anything. On the third day, he stayed out all day and night. That worried his owner enough to call her nephew. When her nephew came, he suggested a doctor. She'd shook her head, told him she didn't want to trouble anyone, it was just a bad cold. Two days later Claude woke up on her bed but she never woke up again.

"Damn, Lucien. I haven't teared up this much since episode three of The Last of Us." Jerry looked up from his script.

"Is it too much? Our viewers usually like the honesty in the show. The writing team liked it." Lucien bent the end of his own script in his hand nervously.

Jerry stood to clap a reassuring hand on Lucien's shoulder. "It's great, man. Really. I usually worry about last minute changes to scripts but this is so good. It's bold. It's real. Let's get Bravo back in for the last scene.

"I'm sorry." Claude sobbed into his paws as he covered his face.

"Don't be." Molly held him closer. "I'm flattered that you feel safe enough to let your guard down. I knew there was some reason you acted like an uptight asshole."

Claude laughed at that "No, that's pretty much my default personality."

"Maybe." Molly chuckled. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. Thank you." Claude lay his paw over hers at his side.

"You're welcome. Let's get some rest. If you change your mind, I'll be here when you wake up."

"She'll be there when he wakes up. Like his owner wasn't. Fuck, that hurt." Dieter grabbed a soda from the mini fridge, nodding to offer Lucien one as he did, who declined with a shake of his head. "Oh, man. Where did you come up with the idea for this one?"

"It just came to me." The way Dieter's eyes narrowed on him Lucien got the distinct impression it wasn't the best idea to lie to a double Oscar winner that studies the human condition for a living.

"Right. I gotta head out. Call me soon, we'll hang out. I want to hear more about this new art project." Dieter was out the door before Lucien could think too much about that invitation.

Getting in his car Lucien pulled out his cell phone. Three messages from you sat there unanswered.

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[justhere4thevibez]

If your up for the prompt, domme!chrissy has been on my mind lately! Maybe something soft/comfort after Eddie has a bad day or whatever feels right!

this is heavy on the hurt/comfort, and it takes a bit to get into the smut (how do I keep writing 1k smut ficlets??)

cw for brief mention of child abuse

The moment Eddie stepped through the door, Chrissy knew something was wrong. He never trudged unless something was really bothering him.

“Bad day?” she asked, leaning up to peck him on the cheek.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face in her hair. “The worst.”

She cupped his jaw in her hands so she could look into his tired brown eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

He shrugged, completely downcast.

“Okay, baby, go sit on the couch,” she said, giving him a gentle nudge. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

She made a cup of tea, adding in a heaping spoonful of sugar just the way he liked, and brought it over. He looked so tired. Not much really got to Eddie, but once something did, it hit him like a mack truck. But that’s what she was here for. To help him. To take care of him. To hold him together when the world tried to tear him apart.

Kneeling at his feet, she gently unlaced his shoes and took them off one by one.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said quietly, but she hushed him with a hand on his knee.

“Let me take care of you,” she said, gentle but firm.

Once she’d finished taking off his shoes, she sat at the far end of the couch and coaxed Eddie over until his head rested in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his face to her belly and letting out a long breath.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” she said, running her hands through his hair. “Tell me what happened.”

He closed his eyes as she scratched slow circles into his scalp, melting into her touch.

“There’s this, uh, kid Matt in my class,” he began, his voice slow and heavy. “He’s a good kid, but I think… things are rough at home for him. Just little things, but I know what it’s like. Been there, you know?”

“That’s hard, baby,” Chrissy said, rubbing from his scalp to his ears. “Is that what’s got you so upset?”

“Nah, it’s fucking Higgins,” he said, stretching like a cat under her soothing touch. “I told him about it—I wanted to get help for him. But he said we don’t have enough evidence to interfere.” He let out a frustrated breath, his voice hitching. “Matt comes in with bruises on his arm that are a dead ringer for fingerprints, but we need more fucking evidence. I just—I feel so helpless.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, wiping away the tear that trickled down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. This isn’t your fault.”

“But I should be able to fix it,” he said fiercely, his voice shaking with rage or sadness or maybe both. “I’m his teacher. I should be able to help him.”

“Hey.” She made her voice firm to get his attention. “You’re doing everything you can. Tomorrow we’ll go talk to Hop, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

He nodded, still teary, and she kissed him gently, tasting the salt on his lips. Her tenderhearted boy, so willing to look out for others and do the right thing only to have it thrown back in his face. No wonder he was exhausted.

“We’ll do everything we can for Matt tomorrow,” she said, stroking his scalp. “And tonight I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, finally relaxing. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she said, working her way down his shoulders and across his back with soothing touches. “You’re so busy taking care of other people you don’t take time to care for yourself. But that’s my job, isn’t it?”

He nodded, his eyes still closed. “You take such good care of me.”

“And I always will,” she whispered, kissing her way across his tearstained cheeks.

Her hands made their way down to his jeans and began fiddling with the button. Eddie opened his eyes a crack, confused.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, his brow wrinkled.

“Shh, baby, just relax,” Chrissy said, smoothing his forehead as she wrapped her free hand around his cock. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

She jerked him off slowly, rubbing her thumb over his tip with every stroke and keeping her other one tangled in his hair. The weight of her fingers on his head kept him down and sweet, though each firm, steady slide of her hand against his shaft pulled shivers and whimpers from his lips.

“Good boy,” she murmured, keeping up with that slow, torturous pace. “You’re so good. So caring. That’s one of the reasons I love you, you know that?”

“Love you, too,” he murmured, sounding almost drunk from her touches.

He always got like this when she worked him up slowly, reveling in the touch itself just as much as the pleasure she pulled from him. But he was getting close. She could tell by the way his hips rutted mindlessly, chasing her hand every time she pulled away. God, he was so beautiful like this, so shameless. It made her cunt throb with want.

Later, maybe. When he was a little more himself. He did adore eating her out.

“You going to cum for me?” she asked, rubbing his cock just a little faster. “Are you going to be my good boy?”

“Yes,” he said, thrusting into her hand. “Want to—be good—”

“You are,” she said, kissing him tenderly. “Cum for me, good boy.”

With a shout and a stuttering of his hips, he came, covering her hand in his spend. She worked him through it sweetly, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from him until he was panting and trembling.

“So good, sweetheart,” she murmured, stroking his sweaty forehead with her clean hand. “That was beautiful, baby.”

He smiled, the most relaxed he’d been all afternoon. And when he opened his eyes, she saw him. Her Eddie, back from that distant, sad place he’d been in earlier.

“Did I make a mess?” he asked, biting his lip in a way that looked shy, but which she knew was eager.

“You did, baby,” she said, showing him her sticky hand. “You want to clean it up for me?”

“Yes, please,” he said, sliding down so he was kneeling in front of the couch. “And then, can I—”

He licked his lips hungrily, and she laughed. Yes, her Eddie was definitely back.

She tilted her head in contemplation, as though she hadn’t already decided he could do whatever he wanted tonight. Just to prolong the suspense.

“Only if you’re very good.”

send me smutty prompts

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 54 sneak peek!

There was a timid knock at the door. Snape’s mouth clamped shut as his gaze cracked over to its direction. He swore under his breath — Remus almost didn’t catch it — as the door creaked open. 

A head popped into frame — red hair around a pale face and dark eyes. Her nose wrinkled as she stepped inside, gazing down at something in her hand, but she quickly froze, shoving whatever it was — something that glinted? — into her robes as she met Snape’s furious expression. 

“Er — hello,” Ariel squeaked. “Am I —” 

“Why are you here, Miss Evans?” Snape snapped. “You’d better have a very good reason, as it is dangerously close to your curfew.” 

“I — right — I tried the infirmary and Madam Pomfrey wasn’t there —” 

“So you decided to burden me with your presence.” Snape said flatly. 

The insult bounced off of Ariel like rubber. “Believe me, I’d rather be in bed right now. It’s bloody freezing down here.”  

Remus bit back a laugh. Snape threw him a horrible look. 

“Well?” Snape bit out. “What have you done now?” 

She pulled down her turtleneck to reveal bright red scratch marks all over her neck and the tops of her shoulders. Remus inhaled sharply, but nearly choked halfway through the breath when he caught sight of the look that had taken over Snape’s face. 

He’d gone very still. His lips thinned into a hard line, and for a moment, Remus thought he saw a flash — it was almost worry, but it was too manic, too hard to see — in the depths of his inky black eyes.

"What happened?" Snape demanded, his voice as tight and sharp as a whip.

“Hermione’s cat,” Ariel grimaced. “It tried to eat Scabbers.” 

Remus looked to Snape, who was still glaring at Ariel like he was trying to splinter the air between them apart. “What is a Scabbers?”

“Ron’s rat.”  

Snape’s cheek twitched. He continued to glare wildly at Ariel until she covered herself back up, her face flushing as red as the scratch marks. Remus wanted to say something to Ariel — ask if Hermione had made sure the thing wasn’t rabid or ill — but he was so taken about by the sudden stillness and the deadly look in Snape’s eyes that it barely registered.

“Stay here,” Snape bit out, turning on his heel before disappearing into the storeroom. 

Ariel shifted uncomfortably as Snape strode away, his robes billowing behind him. An awkward silence descended on the office.

"Er — sorry about this, Professor Lupin," Ariel mumbled, glancing at Remus. "I know it's late..."

"No, no, it's quite alright," Remus assured her kindly. "Those look rather nasty. Here, come sit down.” 

Ariel nodded, wincing as she adjusted her turtleneck and slid knot one of the workbenches to wait. 

"Does it hurt terribly?" Remus asked gently, noticing her wince again as the fabric rubbed against the scratches.

Ariel gave him a small smile. "Not too bad. Just stings a bit."

Remus nodded. "Cats can certainly do some damage when they want to. I remember a rather nasty Kneazle once took a swipe at me when I was about your age — left some deep scratches down my arm. Cleared right up though with some sort of ointment.” 

“Move, Lupin.” 

He turned to find that Snape had emerged from the storeroom holding a small jar of pale yellow salve. His face was still taut, his movements brusque as he approached Ariel. Remus moved to the side as Snape walked briskly over, uncorking the vial with a soft pop. 

“Murtlap essence?” Ariel guessed, eyeing it curiously. 

“This isn’t a pop quiz, Miss Evans,” Snape ground out. 

“I was just curious,” she mumbled. 

Snape's face was stony as he applied the slave to Ariel's scratches, his motions brisk but gentle. Ariel winced slightly at the initial sting, but soon relaxed as the soothing properties of the salve took effect.

"Better?" Snape asked curtly.

Ariel nodded. "Yes, thank you, sir."

Snape studied her neck critically for a moment more before replacing the stopper on the jar. When he noticed Remus watching them, his lip curled. “Well? Are you going to drink it or not?” 

He glanced at the goblet, his stomach turning. “Ah — yes. Of course.” 

Ariel eyed the goblet warily. “You’re going to drink that?” 

Remus gave Ariel a weak smile. "It's just a potion Professor Snape brewed to help me feel better. I've been a bit under the weather lately."

“Is it going to make you feel better by killing you? You can’t feel anything if you’re dead.” 

Snape rolled his eyes. "Enough with the clever insights, Miss Evans. Professor Lupin is more likely to die from your alarming lack of perception than any potion I could concoct."

"It was just a joke,” she muttered. 

Snape's gaze softened marginally as his attention returned to Remus. He jerked his head towards the goblet. "Drink — now."

He lifted the goblet, the pungent liquid sloshing inside. “Cheers,” he said, raising the goblet to Ariel, who smiled. 

Remus steeled himself before downing it in several large gulps, trying not to dwell too much onto the positively foul taste. He suppressed a shudder as he set the empty goblet back on the desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Snape watching him intently, as if waiting to see if he would suddenly sprout fur or claws. But the only effect Remus felt was a mild, spreading numbness in his fingers and a metallic taste in his mouth.

"Well, I suppose I should turn in for the night," Remus said, attempting to sound casual. "Thank you again, Severus. I can walk you back to your dormitory if you’re ready, Ariel."

"That won't be necessary, Lupin," Snape interjected sharply. 

Remus frowned slightly. "Oh, that's quite alright Severus. It's no trouble —”

"I wasn't asking for your opinion," Snape cut him off, his black eyes glittering. He turned towards Ariel. "Miss Evans will be staying for a detention.” 

Ariel’s jaw dropped open. “What!” 

"Detention," Snape repeated, emphasizing each syllable. "A consequence of being out of your dormitory past curfew.”

“But I wasn’t!” 

“It’s three minutes past ten.” his voice was smooth but held an underlying tone of smugness that made Remus’ blood boil.

[calliope-lives]

Boss Lady

The day is slowly creeping toward its end and the hotel’s guests are all inside and sharing about their day at Charlie’s insistence.

“I really enjoyed all the time we spent together today,” she says.

Sir Pentious slithers onto the couch with a cup of water in hand.

“I alsso enjoyed the bonding exercsises.”

A show plays faintly on the TV as thunder rumbles.

“I’m glad Val’s no longer a thing,” Angel sighs. “Getting that news was the best part a’ my day—no, my life.”

“Didn’t someone take over? Do you know who it is?” Vaggie asks.

He shrugs. “Some new overlord, I guess. Heard her name’s uh…it’s somethin’ with a C.”

The hotel’s front doors shut.

“Cordelia,” says a smooth voice.

All attention turns to Cordelia.

She wears a dark formfitting dress, scalloped along the hem and up the slit on her leg. Pearls are wrapped around her neck, wrists, and sewn onto her dress.

She takes a quick survey of the hotel’s residents.

Charlie lights up immediately. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

She goes up to greet their mysterious guest.

“I’m Charlie, the owner of this hotel.”

“So this is the place,” Cordelia says. “This is a nice little hotel.”

“Are you interested in redemption? We have plenty of rooms open!”

Cordelia’s eyes fall on the winged cat-like bartender polishing off a bottle of whiskey.

“I’m interested.”

Husk chokes on his drink.

Cordelia looks at Charlie. “Very interested.”

She looks at the couch.

Angel stares curiously. He hands Nifty off to Vaggie and sits up.

“Angel Dust, right?”

He stands up. “Yeah. You’re the new boss?”

She makes her way over. As she does, the fins on her back are no longer hidden. The back of her dress dips down low to allow them freedom.

Husk lets his eyes linger.

“My name is Cordelia, lovely to meet you.”

“Not to offend, but ya don’t look like an Overlord,” Angel says. “You’re not like Smiles ova here.”

Alastor tilts his head.

She hums. “I didn’t realize Alastor was here too. How are you, my dear?”

“Never better.”

“Isn’t that lovely.”

Nifty breaks free from Vaggie’s grasp and runs over.

“Hi! Who are you?!”

She climbs up Cordelia and stares into her eyes.

“Well aren’t you a cutie.”

Nifty cackles. “Thank youuu!”

Cordelia holds her in one hand and gently scratches her head. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Nifty.”

“You’re tellin’ me youse the one who took Val’s job? How’d ya do it?”

She puts a finger to her closed lips and winks.

“Since everyone is here,” Charlie says, “why don’t we introduce ourselves?”

“Let’s start over there.” Cordelia nods toward the bar.

Husk meets her eyes.

She lets Nifty down and stalks toward him.

His heart races as she gets closer. He doesn’t know why.

The scents of her sweet perfume and the salty sea air fill his nose as she leans on the counter. He has to look up to keep eye contact with her instead of her exposed cleavage.

“What’s your name, darling?”

He slides his rag to the side and folds an arm under himself. “Husk.”

“Cordelia. What do you have back there?”

“What d’ya want?”

“Whiskey.”

He breaks their eye contact to prepare her drink.

Angel looks at the others and whispers, “Are y’all seein’ this?”

They nod.

Cordelia glances at their audience over her shoulder.

Husk places a pink-tinted double shot glass in front of her.

She drinks it slowly. Her eyes stay on him the whole time.

He doesn’t look away until she’s done.

“Thank you.”

He hums and takes the glass to clean it.

She turns to Charlie. “Now, who’s next?”

[h0tarubi]

NIGHTS WITH YOU.

How @yumemirumikazuki ‘s oc (Miyu) and my oc/self insert (Kyouko) spend a sleepover together.

cw/genre: fluff. Mild angst. Set in idolish7’s universe.

To my dearest Kurai, I hope you like this. I’m not sure I managed to characterize Miyu well enough, but I still hope you can enjoy this. Love you <3

Inside the room, the stars shine.

A dusk amidst artificial constellations, but not because of that any less magic.

Beneath the hanging asters, blankets bunch together, shades of blossoms and clear skies mingled.

Two voices can be heard in this space.

The two girls laugh at something.

It is easy when it’s just the two of them.

They fall into an easy pace, as if a whole different world was written at the tips of their fingers; a song born anew with every exchange of tender words.

A meowing sound is heard, a small black cat emerging from under the blankets.

“Mr. Wobbles! Come back here!” One of the girls laughs, following the cat around the room.

The other watches, amused, a giggle leaving her lips.

“Miyu, he’ll just keep his schemes up if you humor him.” She laughs, rolling around, her brown hair spilling over the pillows.

There’s a sense of peace in this space, where just the two of them can exist, away from time.

“But look at him, Kyo-chan!” Miyu insists, finally holding the black cat in her arms. “Isn’t he so cute and silly?”

Kyouko rests her cheek on her hand, lying on her belly over the covers. In her gaze, the stars overhead surround Miyu.

To her, she always felt like her friend was permanently dancing amidst a field of fireflies; a vivid contradiction, where dark and flashes of fiery stardust collided. A melancholy symphony, for her and the stars alone.

“He certainly is.” Kyo agrees, sitting up from her position, as her black haired friend joins her with Mr. Wobbles. “Look at his wide eyes.” She observes, pink manicured nails gently scratching the furry friend’s chin. “They remind me a little bit of yours, Miyu-chan.” She chuckles, playfully bumping shoulders with Miyu in question. “You look at this world in wonder too, despite it never having been kind to you.”

Miyu tilts her head slightly, resting it on her dear friend’s shoulder.

“Well, maybe but… I found you, Kyo-chan. I found Tenn and Riku, too, and Mr. Wobbles.” She points out, holding onto the other’s sleeve. “Even if I’ve endured a dark abyss, it’s alright if I got to meet you all, isn’t it?”

Beneath the dim light of constructed constellations, her kind brown eyes become the color of pomegranate seeds; beautiful and intense, yet undeniable darkness can be found at their depths.

Kyouko sighs. She always thought her friend was too kind for a world wrapped in shadows.

“You’re too precious, Mii-chan.” She tells her, hugging her close to her side. “I will not let you be sad anymore, I won’t allow anyone to hurt you. You have me now, you have all of us, understood?”

The ravenette nods, then burying her face into her friend’s neck.

Words didn’t always come easy to her, and right now, many emotions are at war in her mind.

But it’s okay, because a warm embrace pulls her close, a steady heartbeat grounding her; the unsung lullaby destined to be composed by the two girls one day.

“I’m here.” The brunette whispers, caressing Miyu’s long black hair.

The latter nods.

‘Thank you.’ It means.

Outside the room, the stars shine.

They take a peek inside a warmly lit window.

Two girls can be seen inside, amidst a bundle of blankets.

Their hands are intertwined, marking the beginning of their song.

The night goes on.

And so do their dreams.

[merrick-of-violet]

Her birthday. By every miracle on earth, they’ve made it to see her birthday. Somehow surviving despite Murdocks creeping debts and Merricks unpaid dues. Since their first kill together, they’ve been inseparable. He can’t remember sleeping alone and doesn’t believe he could without her. An inescapable fate of being together, as long as he would live.

But for the first time in months, he isn’t there when she wakes. Vivi is gone, his bed cold and bowls empty. A bundle of lilacs are tied up on the kitchen counter, a card slipped inbetween the felt ribbon. ‘Meet us here, Happy Birthday Petal.’

Was it more trouble than it was worth? Probably. Murdock had to fuss over the tiny cat just to get him out of the house and into a crate to save the leather of his car. Carmilla has replaced the hearse, parked outside of the address on the card. A ruined building, its outer walls and plaster at the point of crumbling from the cruel salt winds from the sea. There’s no furniture inside aside from a singular couch, where Murdock and her presents sit. Poor Vivi, half content as the sailors costume refuses to stop scratching his ear.

“Happy Birthday darling. Do you like it?”

@murdersinthemaking

Merrick had told Murdock the date of her birth because it seemed like the thing that couples do. But even as she told him not to fuss too much over it, she knew deep down it wouldn't deter her beloved. Since their fated first night together, he's doted on her, doing whatever he could to give her what he thought she would want.

As she wakes up and spies the note and her favorite flowers on the counter, a loving smile replaces the dread of thinking he was gone. A terrible, misguided thought.

Travel is effortless for her now. Concentrating on Murdock with a wave of her hand, she's walking out to stand beside Carmilla before entering the building. And once her burgundy gaze lands on him and their precious Vivi, she's smiling happily once more.

Although, she does wonder how he's come to have this place.

"My two favorite boys are here. What's not to love?" She responds softly as she makes her way over to them. Fussing over Vivi and kissing him between the eyes, she then holds Murdock's face ever so gently before pressing her lips to his with a hum. Lingering, savoring him. "Thank you, darling... I love you more every single day."