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concubuck · 2 years ago

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Baby Panic

((A thread following up from this artwork. Technically happened on Christmas but like don't worry about the continuity too much.

Alastor AKA Buck (hi there) has a little panic-induced breakdown at the thought of being responsible for a baby, and Alastor AKA Cal (@smiledotdeer) comforts him and talks him down.

And then they exchange Christmas gifts.))

Buck

The guests are gone, the living room is stuffed full of gifts for the baby, and Buck's looking them over trying to figure out a better way to relocate them than "teleport them in a heap into the upstairs hallway."

During the hubbub, a few onesies got tossed into the crib for storage, each stacked on top of the other. Ha. It almost looks like a baby. Immediately distracted from his task, Buck finds a pair of socks to serve as hands, adds a hat and a pair of horn caps over the imaginary head… and tucks a doll under the imaginary baby's arm. Funny. If you're not looking right at it, it really does look like a baby. Haha. Ha.

Funny.

That's what it's going to look like, when the baby is outside of Buck and lying in his crib. That's the size he's going to be, the amount of space he'll take up. He'll exist, a real physical object, not just a signal in the back of Buck's head or a ghost on a sonogram screen. He'll exist, small and helpless—and Buck will be responsible for him. He'll be right there, just like that.

Buck's grip tightens on the crib's railing.

Cal

"I'm going to put the monitor in the bedside table drawer for now, just to keep it out of the way until we need it. Or should I leave it on the bedside table so we get accustomed to seeing it and making space for it beforehand? And where did you want the—"

Cal's been babbling away as he brings things in from the baby shower, but he stops when he notices that not only is Buck not answering or even paying attention, but that he seems rather fixated on the crib.

"…Alastor?"

The box of dolls Rosie brought are set down on the bed before he approaches from behind, head tilted in both curiosity and worry. His eyes drift over to the crib, and his ears perk up before he chuckles.

"Ha, look at that! Perfectly baby shaped! It's almost like he's here already, isn't it?"

Buck

He barely registers what Cal says. He doesn't trust himself to speak clearly with a lump of static in his throat, so he just nods silently.

What is he going to do when he is here? When he has to take care of that helpless thing in the crib, or else abandon it? The idea of dedicating his life to it for the next couple of decades, of turning that much attention to the needs and problems of some child—he doesn't even really like children that much, he certainly didn't ask for one—how is he going to stand it that long? How is he going to ensure the child doesn't feel neglected or unwanted? He's terrified the child will ruin his life. How will he ever avoid ruining the child's?

But he says nothing—only a static hitch of his breath betrays his thoughts.

Cal

Slowly, Cal's beaming smile falters, falling just short of flattening out completely as the concern returns in full force. "…Alastor? Are you alright?"

Buck

"I can't do this." His voice is a distorted whisper. "How am I going to—? I don't know how to be a parent, I'd never wanted to be one, God knows I never prepared—I don't want to ruin some child's life, I can't handle this—"

His voice grows louder and faster and shakier the longer he talks, until he claps a hand over his mouth, but even that can't stop him from talking: "I can't do this. I can't do this. I'm not ready, I'll just ruin him—"

Cal

I can't do this.

Cal's heart seizes while his ears straighten and bristle. They'd come so far, and now he's saying he can't do it? What did that mean? Would he actually leave them after their son was born? Would Cal never see him again?

Stop. Breathe. That isn't what Buck wants to do. He's just scared. Like you.

"Hey now," he coos out, lifting his arm to wrap it around Buck's back and gently grip his shoulder. "You can do this. You're one of the strongest people I know. If anyone can do this, it's you."

Buck

He laughs, a hysterical tittering sound, and leans into Cal's touch but shakes his head at his words. "Strong magically, sure. I can kill anyone that threatens him. I can summon up servants for him. I can reshape reality for him—but can I get him to adulthood without traumatizing him? Without exposing him to something he shouldn't see, or abandoning him to go to a hookup, or just—getting frustrated and lashing out at him? I'm not strong the way a child needs."

Cal

"Darling," Cal starts, turning to face Buck while moving to hold his face in both hands, "you speak about this as though you're doing it all by yourself!" There's that bright smile again as he tries to reassure him. "I'll be right here with you the entire way!"

Buck

He finally drags his gaze away from the pseudo-baby to meet Cal's gaze.

That's right. Cal will be there. Buck's not doing all of this alone. And Cal wants a baby—has wanted one for years. He can compensate for Buck's incompetence. The kid will have at least one decent parent.

He wraps his arms around Cal, pressing their foreheads together. "I'm still so afraid. I can't remember the last time anything terrified me this much."

Cal

"I know. I know you're afraid. And it's okay to be afraid. Neither of us have done this before, and we didn't expect to do it." He closes his eyes and nuzzles their noses together, his left arm holding Buck close while the right keeps its hand on his cheek. "But we will do it. Together."

Buck

It's okay to be afraid is what breaks him—as if he's finally got permission to be afraid. His face crumples, and he presses his face to Cal's shoulder.

One of the first conversations Buck ever had with Cal was about how Buck thought it was fine to take off one's emotional armor from time to time, with people one could trust. With an alternate. At the time, he's been talking about Cal. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd been excluding himself—Cal could be vulnerable, and Buck could be there to support him, the strong one, the protector, his alternate's guardian. He hadn't imagined himself as the vulnerable one. He hates the feeling, hates feeling ripped open and exposed and raw.

But if anyone's going to see him like this, he's glad it's Cal.

He digs his fingers into the back of Cal's shirt and clings to him as hard as possible, as his shoulders shake with a sobs.

Cal

"Oh honey…here—"

Cal's moving them over to the edge of his bed so he can sit them both down and pull Buck against himself fully, both arms hugging onto him and rubbing at his back.

"I know," he repeats, nuzzling his cheek into Buck's forehead. "It's okay. Let it out."

Buck

He lets Cal move him, and then clings even tighter to him, pulling Cal against his side to get around his belly. He cries months of frustration and fear and panic into Cal's shoulder, his sobs coming out as hiccuping distorted crackles.

"I m-miss my ma." His voice is so distorted it doesn't even sound human. "I wish I still had one. I wish—sh-she could be here—for the birth." He hadn't even known he wanted that until he said it—but the longing hits him all at once like a hammer to his chest. He cries so hard he wouldn't be able to sit upright without Cal's support.

Cal

That line hits him harder than he expects it to. He hadn't even thought of his own mother much throughout this entire process. And knowing that Buck has lost his has him feeling sympathetic.

"I wish she could be here too."

Cal hugs him tighter and pets his hair with the right hand, his lips pressed to Buck's forehead as he murmurs and kisses against it.

"I wish both of our mothers could be."

Buck

So does he. He nods very slightly. God, how he wishes they could both have their families here—their original ones, without having to construct a new one piecemeal across the universes.

When the lump in his throat clears enough for him to speak again, he says, "We can—write yours."

Cal

He huffs a bit and shakes his head. "I don't think I could pull it off after the stunt from last year. Unless I got help, I suppose."

Buck

"I'll see what I can do." He'd managed to get a letter up to Heaven once, after all. His voice is husky from crying, but having something else to think about is helping him calm down. "If you don't think she'd be horrified by a demon grandson."

Cal

"Trust me, sweetheart: she'd be thrilled. She'll want to stick her nose all in this baby's business as much as she possibly can once she finds out about him. And Jo? Eternally six and finding out she's an aunt? Hah. That'd be one hell of a conversation!"

Buck

"Ha. Sounds like I'll have to find a regular courier."

How old had he been when he became an uncle? (He doesn't remember.) Would his mother have been thrilled to become a grandmother, to a demon or otherwise? Wondering makes another lump form in his throat; he swallows hard to get it down. He's better now. No tears this time. He got the panic out. "I'll make sure they hear."

Cal

Cal kisses his forehead for good measure before hugging him against his side. "If you can, I promise they'll love to know."

He stays silent for a few seconds, simply sitting still aside from nuzzling and hugging onto Buck from the side, before he turns his head to look at him proper. "We can do this. Together. I promise."

Buck

Together. His limp smile gains a little more strength. "Right. We'll make it through together." (But what if extermination—? He pushes that thought aside. They've already prepared as much as they can. All he can do now is wait.) "… I love you."

Cal

"I love you too." He cards a hand through Buck's hair and leans in to press a kiss against his lips. "More than I can ever put into proper words."

Something occurs to him after he spends a few more seconds hugging onto Buck. Something that makes him perk and sit back up. "I can still try, though, yes? I think it's time I gave you your Christmas present."

Buck

His thoughts wrench away from the idea of getting more than Cal's lips on his mouth as he's reminded of the existence of Christmas. "Oh? Oh! Yes, I need to give you yours too." As much as Buck wants to steer away from celebrating Christmas, he'd just feel guilty if he didn't get Cal something. (Plus he likes giving Cal things.)

Cal

"Let me give you yours first. I want to cheer you up more."

Cal smiles, ruffles at Buck's hair, and then gets up to wander over to his dresser and pull out a gift, wrapped in black paper and tied in a red bow. Whatever it is, it's soft and malleable as he hands it over to his alternate.

Inside is a throw blanket, decorated with starry skies and flowers, along with two skeletons holding hands. Both skeletons have antlers that look like both of their own, and at the bottom is stitched, "Alastor and Alastor".

Odd. One of the skeletons should definitely have wing and tail bones…but instead, aside from the antler shapes, they both look the same.

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Buck

Clothing? He unwraps it—a blanket—and stretches it out to see. Them. Connected in death, skin stripped off so they look the same. Even the wings are gone. Buck's eyes shine bright. He wonders if the skeletons are meant to represent their human corpses—no, they have antlers��so Cal just left the other details out. To make them look the same.

"Thank you." He throws Cal a wide, grateful smile. "You sneaky fox, all this time you've been making baby clothes and I never caught you working on this! I'll have to find a place of honor to hang it up." He wondered where it could possibly be safe in his apartment. Maybe he could hang it on a wall and then hang a plastic shower curtain in front of it to protect it.

Cal

"I worked on it during my visits to the park! It was the only way I could think to keep it a perfect secret." He winks, his grin beaming at Buck once again. He seems to really like the gift, and he's glad for it.

Then, as he's looking at the blanket, his eyes widen in realization. "Oh no! I forgot your wings and tail!"

Buck

"Well, I'll be! It worked!"

Buck huffs. "Good! I prefer to forget them myself!" He gently elbows Cal. "Here I thought you did it on purpose, to make us look the same."

Cal

"You—well! I suppose I don't need to fix it then."

Cal leans into the elbow and squeezes his hand. "I'm glad you like it so much!"

Buck

He squeezes back. "I do. Thank you."

Then his ears perk up. "Oh! And I should give you your gift. Gifts, I oughta say." He folds up his blanket to set aside.

Cal

"Gifts? What happened to being a Scrooge?" He's being playful about it, made clear by his grin and how he bumps shoulders with Buck. "I'm excited, though!"

Buck

"Scrooge is just stingy. I'm making a political statement. But let's leave politics out of the bedroom!" He pulls a ring box out of his pockets, gives Cal a crooked grin and a wink—relax, it's not what it looks like—and offers it over. "Here!"

Inside is a tiny chessboard on a ring, with the board hinged to open up and reveal the chess pieces. "I saw you'd been admiring one of these and tracked it down."

Cal

The box has Cal raising a brow out of instinct, but then he shakes his head and chuckles before accepting and opening it up. A soft gasp escapes him when he sees what's inside, and he immediately pulls it out to slip it on and look at all the tiny pieces inside. "Oh it's even lovelier in person! Thank you!"

Buck

He beams wider at Cal's happiness. "Now, I'm not much of a chess player, personally; but for you, I'd be happy to pull out a pair of tweezers."

Cal

"Ha! I'll definitely keep that in mind!" For now, though, he slips the ring back off and carefully puts it in its box before pulling Buck into an embrace.

Buck

Buck hugs Cal back, kissing his cheek as he does; and then, after a moment, says, "And for my next trick…" Like a magician pulling a coin from behind a child's ear, Buck pulls a gift-wrapped box from behind Cal's ear. (Unlike a magician with a coin, Buck probably used real magic to pull out that box.) "Gift number two!"

When unwrapped, it's a cigar box with high-quality cigars—or as high-quality as you can get with novelty blue "It's a boy!" wrappers around each cigar. "Something for you to hand out at the hospital in a few weeks." Buck actually doesn't know if hospitals nowadays still let new fathers hand out cigars—but if not, hey, more for Cal.

Cal

Those ears perk up before he lets out a giddy childish giggle and accepts the box. Seeing its contents only makes him laugh more. "I almost don't want to share these! But I will, of course, should anyone want one!"

Buck

Oh, that giggle melts his rotten heart. "Well, if you want you can keep 'em yourself! They're for you. But I thought you'd like the option."

Cal

"You're right, I do! If no one wants them then it simply means I get more!"

He sets the box next to him on the bed, pulls Buck back in for another embrace, and promptly flops down onto his side with soulmate in tow so he can snuggle up to him with a content hum.

Buck

He lets out a startled burst of static as he's dragged onto the bed, then laughs. He slides his arms around Cal and nuzzles his face.

"Hey," he says, voice soft. "You're gonna be a terrific father, you know that?" He's still not sure of himself—but he has no doubts about Cal.

Cal

Does he know that? Who knows. Not him.

Still, those words have Cal's expression softening before he hugs onto Buck just a little bit tighter. "I know I'm going to do my best!"

Buck

"Well, your best is going to be fantastic. Have you heard the ladies at the birthing class? You're already blowing the competition out of the water." He cups Cal's cheek in his hand. "The kid's not even born yet and you already love him with your whole heart and soul."

Cal

His ears fold back as he nuzzles into Buck's hand, and his tail can be heard thumping against the bed as it wags. "I do. I love him with everything I have."

He tilts his head forward to touch their foreheads together. "The same way I love you."

Buck

"You!" Buck laughs, and moves his hand from Cal's cheek to scritch at his flopped-down ears. "Listen to you! As smooth as silk!"

He lets his eyes slide shut. "And I love you like I love myself." Which is the highest honor he can offer.

Cal

The praise. The ear scratching. The return of affection. It's enough to make Cal close his own eyes and start doing something he's never done around Buck before.

He purrs.

Buck

The hell is that! Is that a sound effect? Did Cal's cat get in? Is that him?

He only stops scratching for half a second, then resumes it with gusto, grinning stupidly at this revelation—and he presses his body more firmly against Cal's so he can feel whether the purring vibrates his bones the way it does a cat.

Cal

No, that's definitely him. Church is nowhere in sight, and he is most definitely vibrating once Buck gets close enough to feel it. The harder he scratches, the louder it gets.

Buck

Then Buck continues scratching, still with a goofy grin. And, after a moment, he answers with his own "purr": white noise, the static between two radio stations, rising and falling with his breath like the sound of waves washing in and out on the beach. It's a soft, unobtrusive sound—especially compared to his usual sound effects—but it's the sound of him completely at peace.

Cal

Between the scratching and the white noise, Cal is able to fully relax and, soon after, fall asleep, still purring and occasionally offering a small affectionate nuzzle.

Buck

Nap time?

Yeah. It's been a long day, and Buck is tired (as per usual). Nap time.

Several large dark tentacles slither out of a void to help gently scoot them both to the center of the bed and wrap them in a blanket without waking Cal. Buck's white noise breaths slow down as he, too, falls asleep.

#smiledotdeer #radio baby #chat log #live and in person (face to face)

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wouldpollyapprove · 5 years ago

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No Whore

Summary: The Garrison’s new barmaid is known as nothing but a whore due to her relationship with none other than Thomas Shelby. Knowing that she is more than that, Y/n will do anything to prove her worth and as her brother has just arrived in town, the opportunity seems to be upon her.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This is my first fic on this account and I’m so excited to have it done. It will have multiple parts and it’s not edited too well, so sorry if it’s rough.

Part Two / Part Three

Masterlist

The Garrison was bursting with noise, men filing through the door as their shifts had just ended. It was a Friday night, the start of a short break for many of the men. Those that had to work through the weekend were looking forward to their own days off. But instead of spoil everyone else break, they too found themselves in the bar looking for a strong drink.

Y/n wasn’t sure how many orders she had filled, numb by now to the chaos that the evening had created. She wiped the sweat from her brow, the heat in the building rising with the growing number of bodies. She filled a glass full of whiskey and handed it to the man standing in front of the bar, he barely nodded at her before he was replaced by another. This went on for what seemed like hours.

“If I ever get a break,” she mumbled to herself as she grabbed a bucket of beer and made her rounds around the packed bar.

She hadn’t been working at the Garrison long, it was her first job since moving to Birmingham and was harder than she believed it to be. But Y/n wouldn’t allow hard work to keep her from anything. No matter how many fights she had to break up and broken glasses she had to clean off the floor, the pub would have to catch fire for her to leave.

It was better than where she had once been and that was good enough for her to stay.

She wiped her sweaty, beer covered hands on her apron as she placed the bucket on the floor behind the bar. Everyone was happy for now.

The doors swung open, three men entering behind them. They all wore well-tailored suits with charcoal waistcoats. Atop their heads sat peaky caps, and under the right angle of light, a razor blade glistened. The leader of the pack walked up to the bar while the two behind him disappeared behind the walls of the private room.

“Three glasses of whiskey, Y/n,” Tommy asked with a blank face.

Y/n nodded, watching as the man disappeared into the private room as well, the door shutting behind him.

There was no smile on his face like there was the last time he had seen her. There was no love in his eyes. There was nothing held for her. But, Y/n knew it was all but an act, one that he did a great job of keeping up.

Y/n and Tommy hadn’t been seeing each other long, just long enough to cause a fuss.

Their night together had started off lovely like it always did. They had fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Y/n felt like she had finally found someone to love her, but that soon changed once morning came around. There was yelling and anger and, once she had walked out the door, there were tears. Y/n wanted to be more than what his aunt thought of her, what the people that past her on the street believed. She wanted to be more than their perceived beliefs, but that couldn’t be when the word ‘Whore,’ rang through her ears.

Y/n was no whore.

But when asked if she was, Tommy gave no answer that satisfied.

He never did, it seemed.

She sighed and grabbed the bottle off the shelve, along with three glass from the counter. Y/n balanced the glasses on her hand, the bottle tucked between her elbow and her side as she opened the door. Upon entering the small room, the conversation that was once alive all but died. Tommy sat quietly, his eyes following her movements as Y/n passed out the glasses, filling them with auburn liquid.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Arthur said as she curtly nodded her head.

The barmaid gave a small smile before taking her leave. She shut the door, blowing hot air out her nose, how she hated feeling like a servant.

Y/n knew her place and knew that she was no more than a public servant, serving alcohol to the men of Birmingham, but she also knew that she was above that of a maid or a whore. Around the Shelby men, Y/n had lost her rank. She was no longer a woman of high standing, but a tolerable creature that they could dispose of at any minute. She was a whore in their eyes. Tommy’s whore. As much as she hated to admit it, the only one that allowed such a title was herself.

But Y/n tried not to dwell on it too much. She knew her worth, no matter how much she wanted others to as well.

Hours passed and the pub slowly emptied. Y/n had finished wiping down the bar when the Shelby brothers exited their private room. Arthur was going on about some business he wanted to get into. He was always trying to explore new avenues no matter how likely they were to succeed. Tommy brushed passed him as he shrugged his coat on.

“Y/n, you won’t be needed tomorrow,” his words came between tight lips.

She raised her gaze, “Why is that?”

“The Garrison will be closed tomorrow.”

Y/n nodded. There was no need for him to elaborate more, she already had a clue as to why the pub would be closed.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he said before he turned for the door.

“Goodnight,” she called back as the three men walked through the bar doors and out into the night.

*~~*~~*

The night air was harsh against her skin as Y/n walked home. She had finished closing up the pub a little later than she had expected, but it was hard with a cloudy mind. She wanted to fix things with Tommy. Apologize for her harsh words and for not allowing him to get a word in.

She could have gone to him then, walk to his house instead of her own, but she didn’t. In the back of her mind, Y/n knew, that Tommy was just as at fault as she was. He allowed his family to see her as a whore. He allowed the world to brand her with something that was hard to scrub off. No matter how hard she were to try, no amount of hot water or soap would scrub her free of that word. It would leave her bleeding from her failed attempts.

The walk was quiet, with many in their homes, but Y/n kept looking over her shoulder. The feeling of another presence was hard to hide, no matter how far her thoughts wandered. Y/n wanted to believe that her mind was playing games with her. That’s all it was. A stupid game.

But as she got closer to her house, the game became a game no more.

A taller figure emerged from her doorway, leaving her stuck in place.

“Y/n,” he said, shadows covering his features, but Y/n didn’t need light to know who it was.

“Richard, how lovely to see you,” she seethed.

A laugh erupted from the man. “Come now, Y/n, do be polite. I come in peace.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Y/n rolled her eyes and walked around him to unlock her door. With the door open, she turned to her unwanted visitor. “Having someone follow me does not show peace, I hope you know.”

Richard shrugged and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “Had to make sure you made it home safely.”

“There are other ways to do that besides having someone stalking me.”

He nodded, an unlit cigarette between his lips. “Perhaps.”

“Why are you here?” Y/n finally asked.

“I came to ask if you wanted to do business with me.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the statement. Richard was supposed to be in New York, working his way up the ranks of an unknown gang. He was supposed to keep his crimes and his life to himself. He had sworn to their mother that he would never come back, not when he had betrayed them all those years ago. But there he was, right before her eyes.

Her brother stood before her.

“Why do you want to do business with me?”

“Because you are the only one I can trust in this city before I find stable footing,” he told her.

Y/n raised a brow, it was never that simple when it came to her brother. “That’s all you want is loyalty?”

It was odd, to see the man who once was nothing but a child to her. Though Richard was older than her, he was her playmate, her best friend. They used to be as thick as thieves when they were children, now, almost enemies.

But to see Richard now was to see a new man. He stood tall in the little light that the street offered. His cheekbones were sharp and he stood like he owned the place. In a fedora, wearing nothing but a simple pair of slacks and a white dress shirt, he was no longer the little boy that allowed street kids to beat on him. He was a man who knew what he wanted. Y/n couldn’t help but admire that.

He shook his head and grabbed a match. “No, no, no. I need loyalty and…. A spy.”

She rolled her eyes and entered the house, her brother right behind her. Of course, he wanted a spy. He could never do anything on his own. A simple task such as doing the dish had even been hard for him to accomplish alone as a child.

“I think you’ll do a fine job, you know.” Richard made himself comfortable at her table, enough to place his feet upon it.

“No, I won’t because I won’t do it.”

Her brother narrowed his eyes, had it been two years before, he knew that his sister would have no problem accepting the job. She was always good at slipping in and out of places undetected. No one ever knew she was there until it was too late. Richard knew that if anyone could help him build an empire and find allies, it would be her.

But he thought about it for a minute, letting them fall into silence as Y/n slipped off her coat and lit the few oil lamps she had in the house. “It will have nothing to do with the man you work for.”

Y/n snorted and reached across the table to take the cigarette from him. Placed between her painted lips, she breathed it in. “How am I to believe that?”

He shrugged. “You’re not. Blind faith, that’s all you’ve got to go on.” He took his cigarette back. “Think on it.”

She turned away from him, instead, looking out the window at the black night. Perhaps, working for her brother wouldn’t be that bad, it would be better than working against him. And if he kept away from the Peaky Blinders, then there would be no problems. Right?

Y/n knew, though, that she needed to accept her brother’s offer, not because he was blood, but because it would be proving a point. She didn’t need to prove to Richard or to herself that she was more than what Thomas Shelby had made her out to be. She was a force to be reckoned with and she was willing to do anything to prove that to the people who doubted her.

She was Y/n Y/l/n. She was no whore.

#the peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagines #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagines #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shleby imagines #tommy shelby #imagine #imagines

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years ago

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Two’s Company - Changes

A polyamorous fanfic based on The Royal Romance

With Drake’s help, Lucy arranges a way to jog King Brad’s memory after suffering from trauma induced amnesia.

Word Count 3661

A/N No smut here, just fluff and a little drama. But still No under 18s please.

7 Diving Down

Brad elected to be the one to go back to bed with Lucy. His stomach was still a little full after his midnight feast, but he soon fell asleep. He was woken by Lucy stirring. She groaned and turned to a tin at the side of the bed, getting out a dry biscuit and sitting up gingerly to nibble at it. Groggily Brad sat up too.

‘I can get you some water’ he offered. Lucy nodded.

‘Thanks. I’ll try not to get any crumbs in the bed, but if I don’t do this I end up dry heaving. First trimester sucks’ Brad padded to the bathroom to get the water. It was pretty obvious from her expression of misery and her pale cast that Lucy wouldn’t want to ‘have fun’ as Drake put it, at least not for a while. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed and took her hand, stroking the back of it.

‘What can I do to make you feel better?’ he asked. She waved her hand weakly at the head of the bed.

‘You can rearrange these pillows to start with’ she said ‘Oh, and ask the kitchens to get me some ginger tea. I forgot to put it out last night’ Brad couldn’t help but smile as he plumped up the pillows so Lucy could sit up a little better.

‘I’m not surprised. We were all a little preoccupied last night’ She rolled her eyes.

‘You don’t need to remind me. That was pretty spectacular’ A smirk flickered across her face. Just then there was a knock at the door and Drake poked his head into the room, fully dressed. Seeing that Lucy was awake, he came in and clambered onto the bed to plant a kiss on her forehead. She grimaced and wrinkled up her nose.

‘You stink of toothpaste’ she grumbled.

‘Wow, your sense of smell is pretty acute, I rinsed pretty thoroughly’ Drake remarked. ‘If Brad’s happy taking point, I was going to go to the stables and check on the new foal’

‘Of course. Lucy’s safe in my hands. Just ask the kitchens to send up some ginger tea before you go’ Brad asked.

‘Sure thing, your majesty.’ Drake gave him a mock tug of his forelock, slid off the bed and left.

‘Anything else you’d like me to do?’ Brad asked gently. Lucy nestled back into the pillows and sighed.

‘You can massage my belly’ she said ‘Not that I’m showing or anything, I just find it soothing.’ She pulled down the bedclothes and Brad placed his palm on her skin, gently circling. She moaned happily ‘Oooh that’s just what I needed. Drake is too hamfisted, he’d make me puke for sure’ she sighed.

‘I’ll look into what massage oils are safe for pregnant women’

‘That would be just perfect. Oh – just a bit higher there…’ She closed her eyes in bliss.

‘Did we – do anything like this before?’ Brad asked. She laughed softly

‘You do give a great shoulder and neck massage’ she replied. There was a tap on the door and a muffled voice.

‘Your tea, your majesty’

‘Just leave it outside, I’ll get it in a moment’ Brad called out.

‘Gladys told me to let you know you’ve some papers to see to this morning’ the voice went on.

‘Okay, I’ll wait until Drake gets back from the stables’ he called. He smiled ruefully at Lucy ‘Sorry about that. Apparently the work of a monarch is never done. I can run you a bath if you like’

‘No, just bring the tea, I’ll take a bath later. I really need to get dressed and moving about’ Brad fetched the tea and she sat sipping it for a while, and he offered to lay her clothes out. She directed him what to fetch, and before long she was up and dressed.

‘Let’s walk down to the stables and meet Drake’ she suggested ‘Then you can hand me over and go back to your papers.’

‘Are you sure it’s safe for you to be there?’ he asked ‘You know, around animals?’

‘I’m pretty sure that just applies to cat litter.’

‘I’ll do some research’ Brad said solemnly. Lucy let out a peal of laughter.

‘That’s so typically you.’ she exclaimed, but Brad smiled sadly.

‘I wish I could remember…’ he started with a hitch in his voice, but Lucy hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

‘It’s okay Brad, really it is. We’ve just got a new beginning, that’s all. You’re still the sweet considerate guy I fell in love with’ She held his gaze and wrapped her arms around him, bringing her mouth close to his before kissing him on the lips. She pulled back, arms draped around his neck. ‘I’ve got some ideas to help you remember. You got a few things from that pasta last night, didn’t you?’ He nodded in assent.

‘I did – and you know when we’re in bed I remember other things’

‘See - that’s a start. I read somewhere that strong emotion can trigger memory – and so can taste and smell, so maybe it’s touch in that case. Maybe it shows how good we are together – you know – in bed’ she nudged him and he pressed his forehead to hers.

‘I’m head over heels, Lucy’ he whispered.

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Lucy didn’t want breakfast even though she was feeling better, so Brad asked the kitchen to make up a couple of bacon sandwiches and they set off for the stables. Drake was busy grooming Phoenix, watched by her foal, who was growing fast.

‘Hey Drake, I bought you some breakfast’ Brad announced, holding up the paper bag he carried. Drake grinned and stopped what he was doing, going to Lucy to give her an affectionate kiss and wrap a protective arm around her shoulders.

‘Thanks Brad, I was just thinking it was time to eat.’ He let go of Lucy and lead the way over to a stack of haybales, hauling a couple down for them all to sit. ‘Nothing for you, Luce?’ he asked. She shook her head.

‘No, I’m just about holding it in with the smells of the stable’ she replied. Drake did a mock double take.

‘I’ve always found the smells in here kind of comforting – you know, leather and fresh hay’

‘And dung and horse breath’ she grumbled ‘It doesn’t usually bother me but…’ she rubbed her belly. Drake tutted.

‘Well let’s hope it wears off before Baby makes an appearance’ he said, then fell silent as he made short work of the food Brad had brought. Brad was still eating as Drake stood up again. ‘Time to let Mom and baby out’ he said, and went over to the stalls to lead Pheonix out. Little Star followed, prancing on her spindly legs, and Lucy smiled indulgently.

‘Mind if I go with Drake?’ she asked. Brad waved his sandwich at her.

‘Of course, Lucy. I’ll go and see to that paperwork when I’ve finished this’ She smiled and sprinted to catch up.

‘Careful there, Luce, don’t want to spook Mama’ Drake cautioned ‘I’m not so sure you should get too close to her’ She sighed heavily.

‘You don’t need to wrap me in cotton wool’ she grumbled ‘But I get your point. I can pet her over the fence once she’s in the paddock.’ Drake opened the gate and lead the mare in, and the foal gambolled after her. The gate closed, the mare stood still and lowered her head to nuzzle the little creature. Lucy leant on the fence, adoration in her eyes, Drake by her side gazing at her and smiling fondly.

‘Look at her – she’s so sweet and gentle’ she said ‘I wonder how it will be when our little munchkin arrives’ She turned to Drake, worry etched across her face ‘What if I don’t bond? Does all this come naturally? How will I cope with the birth? Will it even get that far?’ Drake put his arm around her shoulder, and she turned and buried her face in his chest, taking a shuddering breath. He squeezed her tight.

‘You’re overthinking things, Luce. Phoenix didn’t have any problems, and we’re just sophisticated animals after all.’ He kissed the top of her head ‘And you’ve got both me and Brad to take care of you and the baby – and I’m sure the doctors and nurses will watch you very carefully’ He laughed softly ‘To say nothing of all the staff here and at the Palace. They’ll be queuing up to help’ He felt Lucy shudder again.

‘There’s a lot of pressure’ she said in a small voice ‘After all, this is the Royal Heir we’re talking about’ She looked up at him ‘and I so want to have your baby too. What sort of life will our children have?’

‘One full of joy and love’ Drake said reassuringly ‘You know I’ll take all of them camping, and teach them to make a fire and roast marshmallows, no matter if they’re mine or Brad’s. He’ll protect all of us from any unwanted attention - and don’t forget the whole of the King’s Guard’ She sighed and leaned into him, looking over at the mare and her foal,.

‘Talking of the King’s Guard, we should call and find out how Sophia’s getting on. She’s close to delivering, isn’t she?’

‘Sure is. You can practice holding babies when she’s had the twins, she and Bas are going to need all the spare hands they can get’

‘Bastien never does things by halves - oh, they can come and stay for a while’ Lucy said, her eyes brightening ‘Then I can have cuddles any time I like’

‘They’ll probably appreciate nappy changing too’ Drake laughed. ‘You can’t have all the best bits. Maybe we should go and visit Savannah too, you can find out first hand what toddlers are like’

‘We haven’t told anyone yet’ Lucy pointed out ‘We should probably discuss that with Brad’

‘Sure, let’s not rush into anything. What do you want to do now?’

‘I’d love to go for a ride, but I’m guessing Brad would throw a fit and tell me it’s too dangerous’

‘Well, you do have a track record of falling off horses’

‘It was just the once’ Lucy scowled.

‘And I don’t want it to be repeated’ Drake scolded ‘Remember how devastated you were when you thought you were pregnant?’ Lucy shivered.

‘Okay, point taken. How about a walk along the trail by the river? We can’t get in trouble doing that’

‘I’m sure Brad would disagree, but I think it’s pretty low risk. How about I call the kitchens and have a picnic lunch delivered to the lodge up on the ridge? Brad can join us if he’s finished, and we can drive back together, or stay overnight if we want to push the boat out.’

‘Oh, now that would be good. We could fire up the hot tub’ As she spoke, Drake looked sheepish. ‘What is it now?’ she asked testily.

‘I think maybe that’s off the menu for you, Valois.’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck. She slumped.

‘Now I’m officially pissed’ she grumbled. ‘No alcohol, no riding, no hot tub. What next, bread and water only?’ Drake hugged her again, leaning back against the rail and pulling her with him.

‘Don’t you worry, we’ll come up with some treats’ he mumbled into her hair, kissing the top of her head. ‘Me and Brad, we’ve got you’

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It was refreshing to have Lucy to himself for a while, Drake realised as they wound their way along the trail by the river. He didn’t have to think about what was happening between him and Brad. Lucy really was the glue that held them together now. If it wasn’t for her they might never have discovered their feelings for each other – but if they had, he’d have run a mile, so they had her to thank for that. But just now, the fresh air, the joy of striding out, the sunshine and birdsong was just what he needed. He half wanted Brad to be there to experience it rather than him driving along the forest trail to meet them at the cabin. There was something about reaching a destination on foot that was grounding and settling.

Lucy didn’t know that one of the King’s Guard had been assigned to follow them at a discrete distance, so he wasn’t going to suggest that they take a stop for some outdoor hanky panky. He knew Brad was rather partial to risky outdoor sex, but he was a little more cautious and didn’t want to traumatise young Parker, who was doing a good job in remaining unseen. Besides, the day before had been pretty active in that respect and they needed to pace themselves.

‘Can we stop for a moment?’ Lucy asked ‘I could do with a drink’

‘Sure thing. There’s some rocks ahead we can sit on and watch the water’ They carried on a little further to where a few trees overhung the swiftly flowing water, the rocks interrupting the flow and breaking it up into little eddies and cascades, the boulders worn smooth by many wet winters. They settled down and Drake opened his rucksack to get a bottle of water out. He handed it to Lucy, who sipped at it as she gazed at the water.

‘It’s so beautiful out here’ she said ‘Are we any closer to opening it up to walkers?’

‘We have to have security in mind’ Drake replied ‘Some parts closer to the Manor have to be fenced off, no matter how much we’d like to share all this with the public. Brad suggested limited access, so there can be days when it’s closed and we have it to ourselves’

‘I suppose that makes sense’ Lucy mused ‘After all, we’re not really sure if we cleaned up completely after Anton, or if there’s anyone else with a grievance’ Drake picked up a smooth pebble and skipped it over a smooth stretch of water.

‘That’s the price you pay for privilege. There’s always someone who doesn’t agree with the way things are run, or simply wants to cause trouble.’ She turned to face him, sorrow on her face.

‘I’m sorry Drake, I forgot your father paid the ultimate price. That must be hard to live with. I wish I’d known him’

‘He was a good man – brave and selfless. But I don’t think Mom ever forgave him. I wonder if she ever thought of leaving him when she realised just what his job could cost her’ Drake leaned across to retrieve the water bottle, and put it back in the rucksack. He stood up. ‘We should move on’ he said shortly, obviously not in the mood to continue the conversation, and with everything else going on in their lives, Lucy didn’t think it was wise to press him further. He reached out to offer his hand to help her up, and they continued on the trail.

It was an hour or so before they got to the top of the ridge where the cabin overlooked the little valley, and Lucy’s cheeks glowed with the exertion. An SUV was parked next to it, and Brad came out to welcome them, putting his hand to Lucy’s upper arm and kissing her on the cheek.

‘I’ve only just got here’ he said ‘Cook put something together, and I made sure it’s all safe for you, Lucy’ She made a face.

‘Oh great, you just became the Food Police’ she grumbled. Brad looked hurt.

‘There’s fresh sweet potato and red pepper soup, a few different bread rolls, a selection of hard cheeses and a couple of soft ones – safe of course – and pickles, salad, boiled eggs. There’s plenty to choose from, and fresh fruit to finish’

‘Well I suppose that’s okay then’ she huffed.

‘I only want the best for you and the baby, my Queen’

‘Oh come on, stop belly aching and let’s chow down’ Drake interrupted ‘I’m starving’

‘And I’m not going to sit and do nothing while you two put it out’ Lucy asserted ‘I’m quite capable of pouring out a couple of bowls of soup, so don’t tell me to sit down’

‘Yes, your highness’ Drake grinned.

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When they had finished eating, Brad drove them back down to the Manor, noticing the longing look she gave the hot tub as she passed it. He thought that maybe he would draw her a nice warm bath with a few pregnancy friendly oils in later on, which he’d already asked the staff to source.

‘Do you boys mind if I get in touch with Hana to arrange to meet up with her?’ Lucy asked as they walked back into the grand entrance hall.

‘Of course not – you go ahead. Were you thinking of telling her the good news?’ Brad asked.

‘What do you think? Lucy replied ‘The staff already know, and they’ve been told not to say anything, but it’s way too early for any official announcement’

‘I’d trust Hana to stay quiet’ Drake said, and Brad nodded assent.

‘Drake’s right, Hana’s very discreet. If you want to tell her, feel free’

‘Thankyou’ Lucy said, giving Brad a kiss on the cheek. ‘Are you busy this afternoon?’ Brad sighed.

‘I have a telephone conference, but I’ll be free for dinner.’ Lucy smiled mischievously.

‘In that case, I’m going to ask Drake to take me into town. There’s a few things I need for later on.’ Brad raised his eyebrows.

‘Later on?’ he asked quizzically.

‘It’s a surprise’ she said archly, taking Drake’s arm. He looked as nonplussed as Brad, and shrugged as the King angled his head in query.

‘Just a little something to jog your memory. As soon as you’re done with your call, let us know’

‘Okay’ Brad said cautiously.

‘Good, that’s settled then’ she said cryptically ‘I just need to change – Drake, see you back here in half an hour’

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Brad put the phone down and pulled his fingers down over his face in frustration. He’d had to be prompted in a few minor details that had vanished from his memory, so at least he knew it wasn’t just Lucy he’d forgotten. He got up and poured himself a whiskey before getting his phone out and texting Lucy. It was a few moments before she rang him back.

‘Brad – all done now?’

‘Yes, Lucy. Now what’s this big surprise?’

‘It’s not quite ready yet. I’m going to ask you to stay in your study a little while longer. I’ll call you when things are ready. Oh, and don’t order anything to eat – that’s all part of the surprise’ Brad pulled at his ear nervously.

‘This is all very cloak and dagger. Is it a murder mystery?’ A peal of laughter rang down the line.

‘Don’t be silly. I told you, it’s something to help you remember’ Brad wandered over to the window and looked out.

‘Lucy, there’s another car in the drive. Have we got visitors?’ He heard her curse softly under her breath, and thought he heard another voice in the background.

‘No questions. Stay where you are and wait for me to call’

‘And if I need the bathroom?’ he asked cynically. He heard Lucy scoff.

‘Stop nit-picking, Brad. Just call and let me know and I’ll hold off for a few minutes’

‘Okay’ Brad replied. He heard the voice again and she giggled.

‘It won’t be too long, Brad – promise. Less than an hour’ The line went dead, and Brad paced the room before he remembered his whiskey, and sat sipping it thoughtfully. He decided to make a few notes for his secretary back at the Palace before opening up his phone and looking through photos he’d taken over the last year or so. It was full of pictures of Lucy – some sparked fragments of memory and others drew a blank. In frustration, he switched to playing a mindless game for some time before a knock came at the door. Gladys poked her head around it.

‘Your majesty, if you’d like to follow me’ she said ‘the Duchess wants you to change before we move on. Your clothes are laid out in your room.’ Puzzled, Brad followed her. When they were in Valtoria she called herself Duchess rather than Queen. True to what she had said, a suit, white shirt and a blue cravat were laid out. He frowned in puzzlement. There was nothing special about the outfit, and he couldn’t remember wearing that shirt with that cravat before, but he dutifully changed. Once outside the door again, he followed Gladys downstairs and to a door off the hall he thought went to the cellars, but he couldn’t say he’d been through it. She gestured, standing aside.

‘If you’d like to go through, Sir’ she gestured.

‘Very well. Thankyou, Gladys’ he said solemnly. A small smile played across her lips as he opened it to reveal a set of stone steps leading down. Faint music came up the dimly lit stairwell, and he caught on to the handrail to descend. There was another door at the bottom, and he knocked. Nobody answered, so he threw it open to reveal what he could only describe as a stage set. Improbably it was arranged as a bar with a couple of booths, music playing and two men sitting at one of the tables. Images and sounds started to nudge the back of his mind.

But standing with her back to him was a waitress, dressed in work clothes. And her hair…he caught his breath. It was Lucy, holding a small notepad and pencil. He swayed slightly as she turned to greet him, and half remembered fragments jostled and swam around in his head. He staggered and leaned heavily against the door jamb. Drake stood up in consternation, and so did…

‘Max – what – what are you doing here?’ he croaked. Fog swirled around in his brain ‘Where - where’s Tariq?’ and everything went black.

@sirbeepsalot @fluffyfirewhiskey @katedrakeohd @dcbbw @camillemontespan @kingliam2019 @notoriouscs @texaskitten30

#Two's Company #lucy and brad #brad x lucy #drake x lucy #drake x lucy x brad

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welcometothemxdhouse · 4 years ago

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OFFICE CALLS

Hi this is my application to Chilton stan tumblr. I spend so much time reading @prurientpuddlejumper ‘s fics i thought it was maybe about time i tried to write my own. I hope it’s not too bad lmao.

I think tumblr ruined the format oh boy anyways

Warnings: smut

You were sat on the worn, brown couch of the staff room with your colleagues desperately hoping that your day would be over soon. Working at the hospital was hard work but you were lucky to have made good friends in the people you spend your days with. Unfortunately, the one topic you disagreed on was the current discussion taking place. Your co-workers sat around the room talking about your boss, Doctor Frederick Chilton. You saw no reason to dislike him (in fact you’d rarely spoken to the man) and you believed his arrogant, uptight appearance to be a facade. You were apparently the only one who thought so.

“He’s just so annoying��

“He acts so prim and proper yet he can’t even control his own hospital”

“I would be surprised if he’d ever even touched a woman nevermind dated anyone”

You continued to sit in silence and listen. You wondered if Doctor Chilton could hear what they were saying. There were enough cameras around the hospital to hear every whisper so you assumed the answer was probably yes. Something about your conclusion struck a cord in your chest-did he really deserve the shit he got?

A few minutes later lunch was over and you all rushed back to work.

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“Y/N, i would like to see you in my office.”

You looked up from your food, today’s lunch conversation involved one of the inmates at the hospital and you were grateful for the change from yesterday.

Your colleagues whistled like school children and teased you about being in trouble as you stood up from your seat and walked towards your boss who stood stoic in the doorway.

“Is everything okay, Doctor?” You asked as you walked alongside him towards his office.

His reply of a simple hum did nothing to calm your nerves. Was there a problem with your work, your pay? Were you being fired? You felt a knot form in your stomach as you contemplated the possibilities.

Doctor Chilton pushed open the door to his office and you realised you had not been in this part of the hospital since your interview 6 months ago. His office was grand and lined with books. However, you noted, there was nothing personal about the room. Nothing that portrayed an ounce of the man behind the “Doctor” mask.

“Sit” he grumbled at you, pointing at the chair in front of you, before taking his own place on the other side of the dark wooden desk. After a long silence he spoke again;

“Are you happy with your job here, Y/N?”

You looked up, clearly not hiding your confusion particularly well as your boss tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow at you impatiently.

“Yes sir”

“Do you believe you will continue to work here?”

“For now, sir, at least”

Your curiosity was at its peak now. Your elusive, mysterious boss whom you’d seen only twice had taken you away from your lunch break out of concern for your happiness? Your eyes locked onto his hard gaze for a split second and an unwanted pulse spread through your core. This was the first time you had spent any time with Doctor Chilton and it was providing you with the opportunity to notice how attractive he was. An image flashed across your mind and a blush rose on your cheeks as you forced yourself back into the room.

“Y/N are you listening?”

“Yes, sir, sorry” you stammered.

Doctor Chilton stood and you watched his slender fingers wrap around the head of his cane. He walked around the desk and perched lightly in front of you, leaning forward slightly.

“I don’t believe you”

He was close enough for his smell to surround you. His thick, expensive cologne filled your nose and you instinctively took a deep breath. Lifting yourself to sit straight in your chair and tilting your head back to look at him you regained something akin to confidence and stated;

“I was listening, sir”

This time it was Frederick’s turn to blush. Your little nickname was having an effect on him which he was desperately attempting to suppress. Not well enough. You noticed the burning in his cheeks and as your eyeline began to drop towards your feet you spotted the rapidly growing tightness in his designer trousers and your breath hitched. You glanced up and caught Frederick’s chin in your hand as he leaned forward to kiss you;

“Can i?” He whispered. His sudden nervousness was adorable.

You push forward and press your lips to his. He tasted like coffee and you revelled in it as you lightly bit his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and allowing your tongue to explore his mouth.

After a few minutes of making out you were starting to get impatient, the dampness in your underwear increasing by the second. Your hand wandered down his neck and chest, eventually landing over his crotch and squeezing. A small whimper escaped Frederick’s lips and holy fuck it was hot. You decided in that second it was the only sound you ever wanted to hear for the rest of your life. You massaged him for a few more seconds before reluctantly pulling away from his lips and dropping to your knees. With trembling fingers you pulled down his zipper and freed his straining erection. He was big, bigger than you’d ever taken before and in that moment all you wanted was for him to bend you over his desk and take you with everything he had. You placed a gentle kiss to the leaking tip and licked your lips, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there.

“Please...fuck please” Frederick muttered, his head was thrown back and his hands gripped the table so hard his knuckles had turned white. It was obvious he didn’t do this very often.

You licked a stripe along the bottom of his dick before wrapping your lips around him and taking him as far as you could, your hand pumping the part your throat couldn’t handle. He groaned above you and wrapped a hand in your hair to push you further down, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head. You brought your other hand up to grasp his balls and before he could even vocalise a warning Frederick cried out a guttural moan and you felt his hot release slide down your throat. The shock made you gag and you tried desperately to swallow every drop.

“Shit i’m so sorry i’m...” he paused as he watched you come off his dick with a pop and lick your lips, cleaning up any mess that had escaped your mouth. You stood up and placed a delicate kiss on his swollen lips.

“You have nothing to apologise for” you replied as your straightened out your uniform. You smiled up at him as you headed towards the door.

“Will you be needing to speak to me tomorrow too, sir?”

#frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader

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kirk-spock-in-the-impala · 5 years ago

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Between You and the World (4 of 6)

CHAPTER FOUR: SIGHT - Mid-Summer, Year 1253

Chapter Summary: Geralt clears out some foglets for a village with a shockingly pleasant Alderman and Jaskier and Geralt have some soft time watching fireworks.

Story Summary: Geralt's senses are extraordinarily acute, allowing him to perceive far more than average. As necessary as those senses are for his profession, they can become overwhelming.

Five times Jaskier helps Geralt through sensory overload, plus one time he didn't have to.

CW: Battle scene, mentions of blood and injury (minor), Geralt's headspace, mentions of brothel prostitution (canon typical, brief, non-explicit mention), prejudice from villagers toward Witchers, witcher potion toxicity

LINK TO AO3

Approximately 6500 words under the cut.

SIGHT – Mid-Summer, Year 1253

As summer reached its height, the sun beating down on the land and sending drought racing across the continent, Geralt and Jaskier reached Lindenvale, a small, impoverished village in Velen. Surrounded by swamp lands and devastated by the epidemic that followed the ever-northward march of the Nilfgaardian army, Lindenvale had the air of a village for which survival had become the goal, and thriving an unattainable dream.

Geralt had received word from Vesemir about an unusual increase in the number of traveler deaths in Velen, especially for this time of year when drought restricted the territory of the native drowners. It was rare for Vesemir to dictate a Witcher’s Path, and the rarity of the order made clear its urgency. So, immediately upon receipt, Geralt and Jaskier had packed up Roach and changed course for Lindenvale.

As they walked up the road to the village, Roach led between them, Geralt scanned the swampland on either side of the road, eyes narrowing as he took in the unusual stillness. No birds chirped in the trees. No bugs danced across the stagnant water. No village children scampered about looking for frogs. It was as if the world had died, leaving only the swamp.

Geralt felt unease fill him and stopped to mount Roach, pulling Jaskier up behind him. Without a word, he kicked Roach into a gallop, anxious to put as much distance between them and the dead swamp as possible. He would come back to investigate, but he would not put Jaskier or Roach at risk doing so now.

Jaskier was surprised at the sudden change, but seeing the tension in Geralt’s face, kept quiet, holding on tightly around Geralt’s middle as they raced over the narrow, dirt road toward Lindenvale.

As the gate to the village came into view, Nilfgaardian guards flanking it, Geralt slowed to avoid causing undue alarm. As they reached the gate, he stopped, dismounting and offering Jaskier a hand down before nodding to the guards and leading Roach through the gate.

“You’ll be wanting to see the Alderman, Witcher.” One of the guards called after them. “Bad times afoot.”

Geralt looked over his shoulder and nodded sharply before continuing on.

“Damn freak.” The other guard muttered, just loud enough for Geralt to hear.

“Shaddup! We can’t afford to refuse his help!” The first said, elbowing his mate.

Their bickering faded even from Geralt’s hearing as they continued deeper into the village seeking the Alderman. As in most villages, the people they passed whispered and pointed at Geralt, fear and revulsion in their eyes. But, unlike in most villages, that fear and revulsion was tempered with a grudging relief. That edge of relief told Geralt just how bad the monster problem must have become for the average villager to feel that way about a Witcher.

Jaskier frowned as he picked up on the usual whispers. He’d been doing his best to improve Geralt’s reputation through songs and stories, and this village clearly needed a dose of his best. With as dire as the problem was rumored to be, the villagers should have been delighted to see Geralt, not barely tolerant. Jaskier glanced over at Geralt, checking in but knowing any public display of concern would be unwanted. As usual, Geralt’s face was impassive, seemingly unconcerned about the reception he received. But after their years of travelling together, Jaskier could see the small lines of tension, the way his eyes lost their brightness, and vowed to do whatever he could to show people here, and everywhere, that the Geralt he knew was very different from the horror stories told to children about feral Witchers. Far from stealing children in the night, his Witcher was a noble protector who would shield them from harm with his very life.

Within moments, they reached the Alderman’s house, a relatively large two room thatched hut in the center of the modest village. Geralt tied Roach to the hitching post outside, giving her a pat and making sure the water in the trough was clean before approaching the entrance.

Outside the Alderman’s door, a large notice was posted, “Witcher needed! Dangerous specters about!” it said in roughly scrawled letters, charcoal on an old linen cloth. Geralt hummed as he looked at the notice, trailing his fingers over the frayed edges of the cloth.

“They must be desperate to ask for a Witcher.” He said quietly.

“Don’t most contracts?” Jaskier asked, confused by Geralt’s surprise.

“Hm.” Geralt dropped his hand away from the notice. “Not so explicitly. People always hold out hope that someone else, someone human, can save them. It’s why they’re always so disappointed when I show up.” He said flatly, pushing open the Alderman’s door before Jaskier could respond to the layers of wrongness in that statement. His heart clenched for Geralt, but he shoved the issue aside. Now was not the time.

The Alderman jumped to his feet when they entered, startled by their sudden appearance. The village accounting book was spread out on the table before him. He was an older man, stooped by age, as most Alderman were, but his watery eyes were free of the usual distrust, and he greeted Geralt warmly.

“Ah, Witcher!” He said, smiling broadly, “I’m so glad to see you! Judging by your hair, you must be the famous White Wolf of Rivia!” He thrust out his hand and vigorously shook Geralt’s.

Geralt blinked at him, taken aback by the rare welcome, hand trapped in the Alderman’s enthusiastic grip. Jaskier grinned from behind him, pleased to see someone finally greeting Geralt properly.

“And you must be his bard!” The Alderman dropped Geralt’s hand, grabbing Jaskier’s instead in both his frail hands. “How wonderful to finally meet you both!”

Geralt was frozen, unsure of how to respond to such a warm, joyful greeting. Was it a trap? Was it genuine? The indecision paralyzed him. Jaskier saw Geralt’s discomfort and immediately stepped in, placing his other hand over the Alderman’s gnarled ones and smiling down at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well! You are correct, this is Geralt of Rivia and I am Jaskier, his humble, travelling bard.” Jaskier released the Alderman’s hands and bowed with a flourish.

The Alderman beamed, displaying the deep smile lines around his aging eyes.

“How delightful!” He clasped his hands in front of his chest. “I’ve heard your songs, Bard, but I never dreamed to have the chance to meet either you or your famous subject!” The Alderman sighed happily, simply staring at Geralt and Jaskier, grinning.

After a moment, the Alderman came back to himself, shaking his head as if to clear it. “My wife will be so jealous she missed you! Her sister is unwell, so she’s off caring for her, you know.”

Jaskier could barely contain himself from cooing over the adorable old man. It was always nice to meet a true fan.

Geralt had no idea how to react. He’d never been faced with such naked admiration, with someone so genuinely chuffed to see him. He wasn’t sure if he should feel pleased or alarmed, so he fell back on the set pattern of picking up a contract from an Alderman.

“I hear you have a contract for me, Alderman.” He said, attempting to direct the Alderman back onto familiar footing.

The Alderman clapped his hands together decisively. “Quite right, quite right.” He shuffled over to the desk and pulled out a piece of thick parchment. “Right here, Master Geralt.” He said, handing it over.

Geralt eyes widened, shocked again by this diminutive man who treated him like a favorite friend. He’d never been called “Master Geralt” in all his long life, that courtesy, that familiarity reserved only for humans, not mutants. The closest he’d ever heard was “Master Witcher”, but that was always said with a note of disdain, making it clear the nominal respect afforded by that title would only be extended as long as Geralt made himself useful. It was the rare person who even called him by name.

Geralt forced himself back to the present moment, relying on his training to carry him through the interaction with this perplexing man. He took the contract and read it over carefully, Jaskier looking over his shoulder. It was a dispatch from the Nilfgaardian Army, given to the Alderman to execute. It described a vague threat in the swamps, lights in the fog, travelers led astray to their deaths in the muddy water, large parties of people and horses ripped apart. It was breaking down supply lines and must be stopped, the contract said. The pay was appropriately generous for such a vague and dangerous assignment.

Geralt hummed over the words, considering them carefully. “Sounds like foglets,” he said after a moment. “Nasty bastards.” He folded the contract and placed it in his pocket. “I’ll get to it now before nightfall.” He nodded to the Alderman and turned to leave. Jaskier reached out to shake the old man’s hand.

“Wait!” The Alderman said.

Geralt turned back, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll need a place to stay for the night. There are no inns here, but I have a small hut on the ridge overlooking the village. I used to use it as a hunting base, but I’m far too old for that now.” He said as he rummaged through his desk drawer, finally pulling out a large, rusted key. “Here we are, take this.” He handed over the key. “If you go to the village gate and look eastward and up, you’ll see it on the ridgeline. I’ll send one of the boys to stock it with food, water, and firewood for you now so it’s ready when you return.”

Geralt handed the key to Jaskier, who placed it safely in the inner pocket of his light blue doublet. “Thank you, my dear sir!” Jaskier said brightly. “Shelter for the night is always much appreciated!”

The Alderman smiled at him. “It’s the least I can do, my boy. We’ve no inn and I’m full up with visitors already or I’d offer you lodging here with me. You see, the Nilfgaardians are supposed to be putting on some sort of fire and light show on the lake over yonder tonight, something to cheer us up, I suppose, and folk have come from all over to see it.”

“A fire and light show?” Jaskier asked.

“Aye, Bard.” The Alderman shrugged. “Not sure what they mean by it, but I suppose we’ll all find out.” He sighed, stress showing on his face for the first time. “If they really wanted to cheer us, we’d rather they lower the tithes than give us a light show. It’s been a hard enough year without them taking our grain stores for the Army.” He shook his head at the thought, before smiling up at Geralt. “But at least they gave us the coin to hire you, brave Witcher! Once those devils are gone from the swamp, we’ll be able to forage safely again and that will be a great boon.”

Geralt gave him a firm nod. “I can’t change the taxes, but I will clear the foglets from your swamp, Alderman.”

The Alderman dropped into a deep bow. “May the Gods bless and protect you, Master Geralt.”

Geralt felt utterly stunned. He had no idea how to react to this open gratitude, this deep respect, so he kept his focus on the job. “I’ll return when I’ve completed the contract.” He said, bewilderment coloring his voice, before striding out the door. Tasks and hunts he understood, this unusual old man he did not.

Jaskier watched him go before placing a hand on the Alderman’s bowed shoulder. “Thank you, Alderman.” He said, feeling a gratitude so deep it almost hurt.

The Alderman straightened up. “Whatever for, dear boy?”

“For treating him kindly.” Jaskier smiled sadly, looking out at Geralt unhitching Roach and checking the fastenings on her tack. “He’s always used to deal with people’s problems, but no one ever thanks him for it.”

The Alderman sighed deeply. “Aye, Bard. I know the Witcher’s plight. One came to our village when I was but a child, not Master Geralt, a different one, older. He took care of a pack of drowners that had killed several of us, but the elders ran him back out of town as soon as he collected his payment, didn’t even let him stop to rest.” The Alderman was lost in the memory, face pinched in remembered regret. “I think he was wounded, too. But he didn’t object, just took the coin and left. I couldn’t do anything about it then, but I promised myself that if I ever saw a Witcher again, I would thank him. Even if he didn’t do anything for me, I would thank him for what he did for our world.”

Jaskier placed a hand on his heart and bowed slightly to the Alderman. “You are a rare soul, Alderman. I only wish there were more like you on the Path.” They shared a look of understanding before Jaskier followed Geralt out the door.

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Geralt and Jaskier found the Alderman’s hut right where he said it would be, high on the eastern ridgeline over the village with an unobstructed view of the lake below. Geralt tied Roach to the hitching line outside, leaving her with ample room to graze and filling her trough with fresh water from the nearby stream before untacking her and bringing their packs inside.

The hut was small, but well kept. The Alderman’s boy hadn’t arrived yet with the provisions, but Jaskier went through the usual motions of settling in, laying out their bedrolls by the cold hearth as Geralt buckled on his armor.

Finished, Jaskier moved to help Geralt with his armor, securing buckles and checking to make everything was perfectly in place. “So, what’s the story with foglets?” He asked, “I haven’t seen you fight those before.”

Geralt hummed as he turned to his alchemy bag, armor in place. He selected a bottle of necrophage oil and sat with his silver sword, rubbing the oil carefully into the blade. “Nasty things.” He said finally. “Hunt in packs. They can create a cover of fog and use it to lure travelers off the path by flashing a light.”

Jaskier sat back on his bedroll, watching Geralt. “My mother did always say to never follow a light in the fog.”

“She was right.” Geralt said, finishing with the oil and sheathing his sword. “They’re tricksters. They can appear and disappear at will, and they like to make copies of themselves. The copies can’t do much damage, but the distraction is dangerous enough.”

Geralt selected three bottles from his store of Witcher potions: Cat, for vision, Swallow, for health, and Thunderbolt, for attack. “Fucking hate them.” He muttered, tucking the three bottles carefully away. The deep scar on his left side ached. Foglet’s claws cut deep.

Jaskier saw the tension in Geralt’s face, knowing those three potions meant Geralt expected a tough fight. “How can I help?” He asked.

“Stay here.” Geralt said simply, strapping the swords to his back. Jaskier immediately moved to object, but Geralt stopped him with a sharp glance. “I can’t fight them fully if I’m worried about keeping track of you in the fog.”

Jaskier frowned, but relented. “Fine, but I’m coming to look for you if you’re gone too long.”

Geralt shook his head firmly. “No, it’s too dangerous. I don’t know how many there are or how long this will take. I have to know you’re safely away.” Geralt sighed, softening his tone as he looked at Jaskier’s mulish expression. “I appreciate the concern, but Foglets are dangerous, and I can’t afford to stop and question whether the movement in the fog is friend or foe.” The thought of striking Jaskier, even unwittingly, made Geralt’s blood run cold.

Some of that imagined horror must have shown on his face, because Jaskier gave in, accepting the logic offered. “All right, but I’ll have bandages and food waiting for you when you get back. I don’t think there’s a bath here, but I’ll heat some water for washing.”

Geralt offered a small smile. The thought of a warm return bolstering his courage. It was a dangerous thing to rely upon, but Jaskier had proved a constant all these years, and Geralt was finally starting to believe he might stay, might continue to offer Geralt his exceptional care and companionship. “Might need some White Honey too, for the toxicity.” He said, “it’s the white bottle in my bag.”

Jaskier blinked up at him, startled that Geralt would offer him access to his potion stores. He never had before, and the directive was a display of trust. A smile bloomed across Jaskier’s face. “I’ll have it ready for you.”

Geralt nodded, offering Jaskier one more small smile before heading off down toward the swamp, the mid-afternoon sun lighting his way.

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Geralt stood knee deep in muddy swamp water, sword raised in a defensive hold as he strained his eyes, scanning the deep fog for any signs of movement. The bodies of six Foglets already littered the ground, but he had tracked at least three more in the dense, unnatural fog surrounding him. Adrenaline thrummed through him, muscles poised to explode at the slightest sign of movement. Blood dripped from a deep cut on his shoulder where a Foglet’s claw had made it past his defenses. He’d been fighting for hours, chasing the Foglets around the vast swamp, pushing them hard to force them to retreat to their nest so he could find it and destroy it.

As dusk fell, visibility dropped and Geralt quickly tossed back the Cat potion with his free hand. Adding that to the Swallow and Thunderbolt already in his system sent a painful wave of nausea through him as his blood toxicity reached dangerous levels. His eyes flooded black, skin paling as the delicate veins under his eyes darkened, clearly visible through his near-transparent skin. The pale skin came as a result of his body concentrating blood on his heart and liver, keeping him alive at the expense of his extremities and causing a head rush that would be fatal unless Geralt could keep himself under control. Geralt’s head swam briefly, sword tip wavering, before his training kicked in, his body sublimating the pain and the vertigo to steady his sword arm and sharpen his concentration.

Cat allowed him to see through the dark as if it were high noon, pupils blown out to capture as much light as possible. This heightened sensitivity made the Foglets’ bursts of light stand out like a beacon through the thick fog.

Geralt caught sight of a burst of light on his right side and spun, sword raised to parry the Foglet’s long, sharp claw, feet planted firmly beneath him. He caught the Foglet’s claw on his silver blade, rocking back in his stance to absorb the force of the blow before lunging forward, throwing the Foglet to the ground and stabbing his silver sword through its heart.

Another burst of light appeared on his left, too close for him to raise his sword in time, but Geralt ducked under the swipe and rolled away, pulling his sword with him, jumping back to his feet just in time to spin out of the way of the Foglet’s follow up charge, dealing a fatal blow to the Foglet’s back as it flashed past him.

Swamp water streaming into his eyes, head spinning from the toxins and the acrobatic moves, he took a harsh breath in and out, forcing his muscles to still and he waited, straining all his senses for the third, and hopefully final, Foglet. They had stopped running, so the nest must be close.

He heard a chatter behind him, whirling around just as a Foglet’s false double bashed into him, throwing him off balance. Knowing the real Foglet would be nearby, he cast the sign of Quen as he stumbled back. Before he could regain his footing, the real Foglet struck, claws slashing across Geralt’s exposed back. The Quen shield protected Geralt from most of the damage, exploding outward and throwing the Foglet back. Geralt gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of him. He heard a splash to his left and quickly cast the sign of Aard, hoping his aim would be true.

The Foglet screeched as it was knocked back into a tree, propelled by the powerful blast. Geralt forced himself to lunge forward, breathless still, and thrust his sword into the Foglet’s heart, pinning it to the tree. The double disappeared.

Geralt panted, leaning on his sword, swamp water and blood dripping into his blown-out eyes. His muscles ached. His head swam. His blood burned in his veins. With sheer will, Geralt straightened, pulling his sword back out of the Foglet and the tree with a push from his foot on the trunk. The thought that he’d have to sharpen his sword later flitted through his mind.

Geralt strained his ears and eyes into the fog, searching for any sign of additional Foglets. After several long moments of silence and stillness, Geralt relaxed his stance, sheathing his sword. He pulled out his dagger and set to work harvesting the Foglet corpses. With the valuable parts safely retrieved, Geralt pulled his steel sword (no need to risk further damage to the valuable silver blade) and swiftly decapitated the corpses, stuffing the heads into the thin sack he’d brought with him. Harvest completed, he picked up the sack and moved to the next task.

With the death of the last Foglet, the unnatural fog had slowly dissipated. With his eyes enhanced by Cat, Geralt could easily see through the darkness to the Foglet’s nest. Hefting a small bomb, he strode toward the nest, lobbing the bomb into its center from a safe distance. After the bomb discharged, sending wooden shrapnel and dank swamp water through the air, coating Geralt yet again, he carefully inspected the site to ensure no piece remained that might host another Foglet.

Satisfied, he hefted the bag of heads and began the slow trek back to the Alderman. Fortunately, despite all the running about in the swamp, the nest wasn’t far from the village. Geralt knew the walk wouldn’t take long, barely half an hour, but he felt as if he were wading through thick molasses, exhaustion weighing him down even as the potions burning through him caused his limbs to shake with the need to move. Geralt’s eyes ached and his head felt disconnected from his body, blood still concentrated in his overworked liver and heart as his body attempted to process the toxic potions. His left shoulder burned from the deep cut, blood coating his armor. He desired nothing more than to collapse on the ground and sleep.

But he was used to ignoring his body’s demands and continued to place one foot in front of the other, hoping the deathly pallor and black veins would ease before he returned to the village. The Alderman had been uncommonly amenable to his presence, but showing up looking as monstrous as he did now would surely put an end to that.

Geralt thought of Jaskier waiting for him as he trudged along, warm dinner and clean bandages at the ready. It was enough to invigorate him and he stood a bit straighter, stride lengthening as he caught sight of the village gate.

Seeking to avoid causing alarm, Geralt waded through the swamp and entered the village by hopping over the Alderman’s back garden gate. Dropping the heads well away from the house, he rubbed at his face to remove the worst of the blood, and knocked on the back door.

As the door opened, Geralt braced himself for the usual shock and vitriol his post-battle appearance caused, knowing he looked no better than the Foglets with his black eyes and white skin, soaked in blood, viscera, and swamp water, but the Alderman again surprised him.

The Alderman smiled broadly, no hint of hesitation in his face. “Welcome back, Master Geralt!” He said warmly. “Are you well?”

Geralt averted his eyes from the bright lights behind the Alderman, pupils still too blown out from the Cat to tolerate anything but darkness. He said gruffly, to the wall. “The hunt is complete. It was a Foglet nest. I eliminated it.” He gestured to the sack. “The heads are there as proof.”

The Alderman must have realized Geralt’s discomfort, because he stepped forward, closing the door behind him and leaving them in darkness. Geralt quickly yielded, stepping back to give him room. He didn’t understand the odd, tight expression on the Alderman’s face when he did that. It almost seemed sad, but that couldn’t be right. His head ached too much to give it any more thought.

“You’re a treasure, Master Geralt. Thank you for saving our vilage.” The Alderman said, bowing deeply to Geralt again.

Geralt had no idea how to react, so he didn’t.

The Alderman straightened and smiled, holding out a bag heavy with coin. “Your coin, Master Geralt, plus a little extra from the village fund to express our gratitude.”

Geralt took the bag, tucking it away. Still looking down, he thanked the Alderman, unsure how to react to his generosity or his kindness. It made him vaguely uncomfortable, but he didn’t know why.

Geralt nodded to the Alderman before turning back toward the back fence.

“Be safe, Master Geralt, and go with our thanks.” The Alderman called after him.

Geralt looked briefly back over his shoulder, blackened eyes pits in the darkness, before raising a hand in acknowledgment and hopping over the fence.

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It was full dark by the time Geralt returned to the small hut. Exhaustion made his legs shake beneath him as he climbed up to the door. His head pounded, any speck of light sending a sharp pain shooting through his eyes. The toxins in his blood caused fever to burn through him. It took an extraordinary exercise of will to keep his spent body moving.

Jaskier must have been watching out for him, because the door opened before he could touch the handle, and Jaskier was immediately there to support him, slinging Geralt’s uninjured right arm over his shoulders. Geralt squeezed his eyes shut against the firelight in the room, dim as it was, and trusted Jaskier to lead him.

Jaskier led him to the corner by the roaring hearth where a basin of steaming water was waiting, delicately scented with chamomile oil. Jaskier pressed gently on Geralt’s hale right shoulder, urging him to sit on the small stool he’d set out.

As soon as Geralt was settled, Jaskier pressed the vial of White Honey into his hand, knowing that the black veins he could see under Geralt’s closed eyes meant his toxicity level needed to be brought down as soon as possible. Geralt took the vial and swallowed down without even looking at it. Despite his concern for Geralt’s state, the trust inherent in that gesture warmed Jaskier through.

Geralt grit his teeth as the potion hit his stomach, curling in on himself with a breathy whine as the White Honey seared through his veins, neutralizing the Cat, Swallow, and Thunderbolt with brutal efficiency. Just as rapidly as it came on, the searing pain stopped, and Geralt gasped at the abrupt change. His awareness narrowed to a point and an intense feeling of vertigo overcame him as he clung desperately to consciousness.

His heart raced in his chest, breaths coming in labored pants, as he slowly came back to awareness of his surroundings, breathing in the comforting scent of rosin and honey emanating from Jaskier’s shoulder where it supported his aching head. Jaskier’s strong hands rubbed gently down Geralt’s back as he shook through the comedown off the toxic high.

Even a year ago he would have pulled away at this point, ashamed to need the support, but Jaskier had worn down his resistance with his steadfast companionship. Geralt let out a sigh and relaxed into Jaskier’s hold. Jaskier would decide to leave him one day, everyone did, if they ever stayed at all, but Geralt would allow himself this indulgence of care until that day came.

They sat together for several long moments, Geralt’s breathing and heart rate returning to normal as Jaskier supported him. When Jaskier felt Geralt relax completely, he sat back, keeping one hand on Geralt’s knee, and reached for the warm basin. He dipped a soft cloth in the warm, scented water and carefully rubbed the blood, viscera, and swamp water from Geralt’s face and neck. The water was black by the time he finished.

“Geralt?” Jaskier prodded, “are you all right if I go refill the basin?”

Geralt nodded, reaching up to unbuckle his armor.

“All right, but call me the moment you need something. And keep those eyes closed! I can’t smother the fire until I’ve finished with the water, so we’ll have to work around it until we can make it dark enough for you in here.” Jaskier instructed firmly before heading out to dump and refill the basin.

Geralt’s hands were frozen on his armor. He hadn’t realized Jaskier had taken notice of how long it took for his eyes to return to normal after he used Cat. Usually, after White Honey got rid of the worst of it, he’d just push through the pain until his pupils started to adjust properly to the light again.

He shook himself and went back to his task. Jaskier’s thoughtfulness would never cease surprising him both in its breadth and in its application to one such as him.

Having completely removed his armor, laying it out by feel away from the fire, Geralt chanced opening his eyes briefly to examine the damage done to it by the water and the fight. Squinting against the light, he mentally catalogued the repairs and maintenance he’d need to complete before the armor was ready to use again. As he looked, the pounding in his head increased steadily until the intensity made him sway where he sat as nausea flooded him again.

Jaskier walked in just as Geralt slammed his eyes shut, pressing the heels of his hands to them in an attempt to ease the agony.

“Geralt!” He said, concern sharpening his tone. He quickly placed the refilled basin over the fire and grabbed a clean cloth. Gently pulling Geralt’s hands away from his face, he tied the cloth firmly around Geralt’s eyes, blocking all light. Jaskier smoothed the cloth with his hands and pressed a gentle kiss over the fabric.

“Let me be your eyes for now, dear one.” He said, tone as gentle as it was commanding. Geralt startled at the kiss, covered eyes following Jaskier by sound. No one had ever done that before. Whores would never kiss him, they would barely consent to lay with him even for the premium he paid, and the few experiences he’d had where coin had not been required had been quick and impersonal. It seemed there was no end to Jaskier’s undeserved benedictions.

“I can hear you thinking, Geralt.” Jaskier said wryly. “Tell me what about while I look at the mess you made of your shoulder.”

Geralt wordlessly pulled his bloodied and torn tunic over his head, dropping to the side of the stool to wash and mend later. He sat quietly while Jaskier wiped the blood and gore off his chest, paying careful attention to the wound on his left shoulder, working away while he waited patiently for Geralt to gather his thoughts.

Once Geralt’s chest was clean and the shoulder wound carefully flushed out, Jaskier rummaged through the pack containing their medical supplies, pulled out a soothing poultice and wrapped it around Geralt’s shoulder. The wound, while painful, was not terribly deep and thankfully did not require stiches. With a Witcher’s metabolism and healing power, it would be mere scar by the end of the next day. Satisfied that the wound would heal well without further intervention, Jaskier began wiping down Geralt’s hair, pulling out the worst of the detritus and blood.

“You’ll need a real bath, or at least a stream, to get this totally clean, but I’ll do my best.” Jaskier said as he worked.

While Jaskier worked on his hair, Geralt pulled off his sodden boots and pants, leaving himself only in his small clothes, and held out a hand for a cloth. One was immediately provided, and he started wiping down his legs and feet. It felt hopelessly indulgent to have Jaskier help him like this, but Geralt was starting to believe, just a little, that Jaskier did not see helping him as a burden.

When he felt he’d gotten off the bulk of the swamp water and blood, he dropped the soiled cloth on top of his tunic and pants for washing. He took a fortifying breath, choosing his words carefully. “You always care for me so gently,” he said, sounding almost lost. “Why?”

Jaskier’s hands stilled in Geralt’s hair before pulling away. For a brief, terrible moment, Geralt felt as if he’d said exactly the wrong thing, exactly the thing that would finally wake him from this dream and send Jaskier running away. His breath stilled in his chest as cold pain gripped him.

He must have made some unwitting noise of distress, because Jaskier was there immediately to soothe him, embracing him from behind and nuzzling into the nape of his neck, mindless of the filth that still clung to him.

“My dearest friend, after all these years, you must know that you are the most important person in my life and that my greatest pleasure is to see you cared for and happy.” Jaskier tightened his embrace, pulling himself flush with Geralt’s broad back. “I want nothing more than to show you how much I care for you, and I hope one day you’ll believe it.”

Geralt raised his arms and covered Jaskier’s as much as he could, given the angle of the embrace, squeezing his hands on Jaskier’s bare forearms. He opened his mouth to speak, lost his words, and fell silent. He felt Jaskier’s warmth against his back, his hot breath against his neck, and felt safe in a way he’d never felt before. His voice unlocking, he said, “I’m starting to.”

He felt Jaskier’s smile and his embrace tightened once more. Jaskier placed a fleeting kiss to the side of Geralt’s neck before stepping back and returning to his task, careful not to jostle the cloth protecting Geralt’s eyes as he worked the battle’s detritus out of Geralt’s hair.

The silence between them was soft and comfortable, and Geralt felt himself drifting. After a long moment, the silence was broken suddenly by a loud boom from the direction of the lake. Geralt startled badly, thrown out of his peaceful doze, and jumped to his feet, eyes darting behind the blindfold as he sought the source of the unnatural noise.

Jaskier ran to the door and thrust it open, peering into the night. Another boom and Geralt spun toward the source of the noise, a snarl rising in his throat. He was startled out of his battle stance when Jaskier laughed with unrestrained delight.

“A fire and light show!” He said, smile evident in his voice. “They meant fireworks!”

Geralt relaxed immediately. He’d never seen fireworks before, just heard of the new invention in passing, but if Jaskier was unconcerned, then he was unconcerned. He felt around the packs for his own, pulling out a fresh tunic and pants and putting them on before joining Jaskier at the door.

He peered out into the night, seeing nothing through the blindfold, but he listened to the booms and Jaskier’s exclamations of joy and wonder. Geralt wanted to resume their closeness from before, but wasn’t certain he would be allowed. He swallowed hard and gathered his courage. Not even daring to breathe, he gently placed his hands on Jaskier’s shoulders from behind, moving to embrace him completely when Jaskier let out a happy sigh at the contact. When Jaskier leaned back into him, Geralt let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into the contact and resting his chin on Jaskier’s shoulder.

Jaskier huffed a laugh at his big sigh and pressed a kiss to Geralt’s temple. “I enjoy your touch, dear one, no need to be nervous.”

“But you’ve never done that before.” Geralt said, meaning the embrace, a note of awed confusion in his voice, like he’d been given a great treat he couldn’t possibly deserve.

Jaskier knew that a heavy discussion would be too much for Geralt, who struggled to express himself at the best of times. Asking him to have an emotional talk while exhausted and hurting would be unfair. Besides, his actions spoke louder than he ever could.

Jaskier kept his tone purposefully light and affectionate. “Then we’ll simply have to make up for lost time.”

Geralt hummed and fell silent. He didn’t understand why Jaskier would want to touch him, let alone want any sort of physical affection from him. Geralt had no prior experience with gentle, affectionate touch to guide him, but if he mirrored Jaskier’s gestures and stayed within those boundaries, he thought it might be all right to try and reciprocate what Jaskier offered. He’d matched Jaskier’s embrace from moments before and that had been well received. Maybe he didn’t need to understand it. Maybe he could just follow Jaskier’s lead and enjoy whatever Jaskier was willing to give. He still felt a pull in his gut telling him it was selfish, it was improper, that there was no way Jaskier truly wanted to care for him, much less touch him, but years of Jaskier’s steady affection had muffled that pull.

As he stood quietly, listening to the booms of the fireworks and Jaskier’s delighted reactions, he decided to chance one more request. “Will you describe them for me?” He asked quietly.

Jaskier beamed, leaning his head into Geralt’s and letting him feel the smile that lit up his face at the simple request. “It would be my pleasure.”

And so, they stood there in the doorway of the simple hut, Jaskier held in Geralt’s warm embrace, Geralt’s chin tucked over Jaskier’s shoulder, listening as Jaskier described the colors that burst and danced across the sky.

Warmth filled Geralt’s chest and this time he was certain it was joy.

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goodlucktai · 6 years ago

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@natsumeweek 2018 day 3; dreams

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“Don’t you like your room, Takashi?” Touko asks him over breakfast, in a careful tone. “Is there something about it that we need to fix?”

In the four days since they moved out the clutter and moved in the furniture to make the former storage room a suitable bedroom for a six year old boy, Takashi has crept in to sleep in Shigeru and Touko’s room every night.

But the boy shakes his head, eyes wide.

“It’s the best room I’ve ever seen,” he insists, childishly earnest. Shigeru smiles despite himself.

“Well, that’s good to hear!” Touko smiles, too, but she’s like a dog with a bone. “But is there some reason you don’t like sleeping there?”

And the light falls out of Takashi’s eyes like someone pushed it over a precipice into uncertain darkness.

It’s unsettling to see a child’s face shut down as quickly as Takashi’s does. Touko is halfway around the table in as much time as it takes Shigeru to catch his breath.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she soothes quickly, kneeling beside Takashi’s chair, tucking the hair out of his eyes, “you’re not in trouble, we’re not angry. I just want to make sure you feel comfortable, that’s all. If you don’t want to sleep in your room, you don’t have to.”

Takashi’s mouth trembles, something Shigeru has seen people his own age do when they’re trying to push back tears. Under Touko’s gentle hands, it’s a losing battle. His eyes water and spill over, fat tears that roll down his cheeks, and his little shoulders hitch with the first sob, and then another.

“I don’t want to go anywhere else,” he cries, “I want to stay here.”

Touko shoots Shigeru a look of utter alarm, even as she folds the boy into her arms.

Truthfully, Shigeru’s heart aches for the little scrap of a child, so certain of being unwanted where he isn’t certain of anything else. Passed around as much as he was in two years, he only learned that everything and everyone in his life is impermanent; the only thing he knows to expect is unwelcome change.

It will be a long walk down a long road, convincing Takashi to believe anything different, but they have the time. Shigeru would not have opened their home to him if they didn’t.

“Takashi, you don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to,” Shigeru tells him firmly. “We aren’t sending you away.”

Wet green peeks at him from over Touko’s shoulder, and Takashi lifts a hand to rub at his face. Touko rubs his back, murmuring to him softly, and it might be that more than anything that lends him the courage to say, “The other times I told, no one believed me.”

“You haven’t told us yet, dear one,” Touko tells him, voice light the way it is when they tease each other over house chores. “Maybe this time will be different.”

He’s so young, and children are so resilient. If he had been older when Shigeru found him -- if the years had stacked on, one after another, of coldness and cruelty where there should have been, at the very least, base compassion -- then he wouldn’t have been able to give his trust to them so easily.

But as it is, Takashi looks at them, and sees the kind people who bought him cake and let him pick out the covers for his bed and tucks him into a futon between theirs when he slips into their room at night.

And for a six year old who has been given so little in the way of good things, it’s enough.

“I see monsters,” he tells them. His voice is quiet and somehow bold, as he bares his heart to them at the breakfast table. “They like to pick on me when I’m by myself. I’m by myself most at bedtime.”

Touko lets go of all her breath in a big rush. “Oh, Takashi.” ‘Is that all?’ she doesn’t add, rightly so, but Shigeru understands her sense of relief. “Monsters are something worth being afraid of! Of course you wouldn’t want to sleep alone!”

Takashi stares at her, uncomprehending, and then risks a glance at Shigeru; looking like he has no idea what to make of either of them when Shigeru smiles.

Children imagine monsters when they feel unsafe, and Takashi has had very few reasons to feel safe over the years. It’s no wonder the boy has nightmares.

“Well, Shigeru-san,” Touko says, turning to encompass him in a playfully no-nonsense look. “It appears as though our next order of business is monster-proofing Takashi’s bedroom.”

“We had better monster-proof the rest of the house while we’re at it,” he agrees solemnly, “just to be on the safe side.”

Takashi’s eyes are still a little red from crying, but the fear in his face has been swallowed up by wonder.

“You believe me?” he says, like it’s a miracle if it’s true.

“Of course we do,” Touko says. “Now, what might keep the monsters away?”

Takashi rubs at the tear-tracks on his face with a sleeve, shaky but thoughtful. “Um -- they don’t like shrines or temples. I used to hide in places like that.”

Shigeru thinks of other things the boy might have run and hid from, and firmly turns his mind from the horrible idea. One problem at a time, or nothing will be helped.

Touko claps her hands together, smiling brightly. “I know! Why don’t we go to the Yatsuhara Temple and get some talismans? We might even ask the priest to help us place some ofuda in the house.”

“What do you think, Takashi?” Shigeru asks the boy gently. “Will something like that help?”

“I -- I, I’ve never tried it. No one’s ever gotten me a talisman before.” There’s hope in his eyes, like he’s looking at the first rung of a ladder out of this pit he’s fallen into. His face, remarkably, is working towards a tentative smile. “You’ll really -- really?”

Such a simple, easy thing to do -- listen to his fears, and take steps to make him feel safe. How can it be that Shigeru and Touko are the only ones to do even this much?

“We’ll go after breakfast,” Touko says firmly, and plants a kiss on his forehead for good measure.

And there it is -- an honest to god laugh. It’s quiet, and sounds like it was surprised out of him, but it lingers in the room like the last golden note of a long-lost song, and it lingers with Shigeru for a lot longer than that.

#natsumeweek #natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #fujiwara shigeru #fujiwara touko #natsume takashi #my writing #natsuyuu fic #the smallest things #im a day behind :'))))) fu ck

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benbarnesescape · 7 years ago

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Drowning

Logan Delos x Reader

Warnings: None. Language. Mainly fluff

A/N: So I got some pretty upsetting news this past week and just needed to channel this out and why not with Logan, the poster boy of also internalizing your feelings.

The thick, wad of papers that he held in left hand felt like a paperweight, causing his left arm to fall on his left leg as he fiddled with the ink pen in his right arm. The soft, cool breeze that was wafting from the Atlantic Ocean hit his face, filling his nostrils with the salty spray but he was too distracted to notice, his eyes intently on your form as you stood outside on the patio. You had planted yourself outside ever since you had driven in from the city that afternoon, a forlorn look on your face as you stepped out of the town car he had sent earlier that day that had brought you to his private beach home in the Hamptons. He had been traveling for weeks, an international trade gone south and had found relief when it had been resolved and he could come back to the city – back to you. He had remembered an earlier conversation he had with you months prior about how you enjoyed working at the Hampton home, how you took pleasure in having the ocean waves as your personal soundtrack for work, and so he had arranged for you both to stay in his Hampton home for the next two months, knowing that the city was a quick drive or helicopter ride away.

But the greeting he had been met with this morning was the opposite than what he had imagined in his head. Instead of running into his arms and distracting him with the promise of sex, you had instead slowly walked past him, barely acknowledging him as you shuffled into the cool, air-conditioned estate. You dropped your bag on a nearby chair before you walked out to through the back patio door, walking through the white, clean sands until you reached the oceans edge where you planted yourself. Where you sat for hours, knees in the air, hand digging through the coarse sand as a light wind whipped around you, your eyes focused on the endless blue horizon.

At first, Logan had thought you were in a bad mood and needed to decompress. You never were one to advertise your problems, least of all to him. But as the fire rays of the sun met water, the orange gleaming into the tall glass windows of his home you had only budged to adjust away from the current, moving to the patio as your eyes rested on the strong waves that bubbled to the sandy shore.

Now the moon was high and you were still standing there, the short sundress wafting around your legs as you leaned against the balcony and he shook his head, unable to watch and wonder any longer. Knowing that he would inevitably be sparking a fight but rather deal with your hot, fiery temper than this new version of you. Placid and unmoving.

He grabs the knitted throw blanket your mom made for him, specifically for the beach-side home and gives a low shudder as he walks outdoors, moving toward you with purpose as the smooth pine wood silently creaks under the padding of his bare feet.

“Y/N?”

His voice is soft and mingles with the sound of waves crashing but you don’t move, just continue to stare out in the dark mystery of the night. He sighs as he throws the blanket over you, noting how cold your arms are and wraps himself around you to provide additional heat, drawing you closer to him,

“You’re going to catch a cold. Come inside…”

“No.”

Your voice is raw but clear and stubborn and he exhales, resting his chin on your shoulder as his grip around you tightens.

“Princess, I don’t want you getting sick. Come inside.”

“There’s no point.”

“What do you mean there’s no point?”

He feels you tense up, your grip around the rail tightening as you repeat,

“I think we should break up.”

The words take him off guard and for a second he thinks he mishears,

“What?”

“I think we should break up.”

You say it louder and clearer, your voice distant and he can feel his stomach fall, a pit that causes his breath to hitch as his grip around you self-consciously tightens. It was the way he had navigated through life for years, feeling uncertain – unloved – unwanted. And then you had shown him the other side, what it felt like to actually care about something, what it meant to feel worthy of love, to appreciate life. You had done it simply by being kind, patient and yet unafraid to call him out on his shit.

The idea of losing that frightens him. Causes the small, punctured scars that faintly laid on his forearms itch and he has to control his breathing as he tries to focus on the situation.

“What?” his voice is louder as he pulls away, turning you toward him, his hands planted firmly on your shoulder. Your crying, thick, heavy streams of tears that consume your face and you keep your face locked on his chest as you repeat.

“Can you not hear Logan? I. Think. We. Should. Break. Up. You deserve someone better than me.”

His eyes soften, his hands trembling as he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You’re stubborn, just as stubborn as him and try to fight him but he uses his other hand to cradle your face, your eyes meeting for the first time since you’ve arrived.

He can think rationally, can move beyond his selfish emotions to focus on you because he knows that this has nothing to do with the both of you as a couple. That something, or someone, had planted a seed that had sprouted this phantom insecurity about you and his relationship.

“I am only a better man because I have you by my side. You are far superior to me princess. Don’t ever forget that. Don’t think it or even say it into assistance because I’ll let you know right now that you are far too good for me.”

The sob you make causes your body to hitch as you fall into him and he wraps his arms around you as your tears consume you. He’s never seen this side of you, this vulnerable part that has you broken down to your core and he shivers as he draws you closer to him, wanting to take whatever has triggered you to feel this way and shield you from it.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there holding you, the wind whipping around the both of you until you finally mumble incoherently into his chest, your face pressing against him. The words get caught in the soft fabric and he pulls away from you far enough to ask,

“Sorry princess, didn’t quite catch that.”

You give a heavy sigh, debating if you should repeat it before you lean into him, pressing your face to the side as you say a bit louder,

“I may not be able to have kids.”

The last word gets caught in your throat and you clear your throat as you try to cover up the next statement,

“I know that you may not want to have kids, I know that. I know that we never even talked about our future together but….”

Your voice is shaky and he pulls away from you, watching you carefully. He doesn’t know what this means for him. He’s never thought about having children. In his mind, he had made peace in not having the kind of future most people thought of with a wife and a child. He had barely believed that he was capable of being able to stay in a long term, committed relationship so the idea of reproducing wasn’t even a bridge his mind knew how to process.

He doesn’t understand what this means to him but he understands to know that it was probably a catastrophic blast to you – your identity and maybe he’d push to say you’re worth as a woman. Like him, society had taught you since childhood that you were supposed to reproduce – that part of your identity on this planet was to contribute to reproduction. This didn’t matter to him but he knew, deep down somewhere in your subconscious, it was ringing with you.

You had briefly mentioned to him once that, until him, you had never really thought of children or being a mother. You had immediately reassured him that this wasn’t your passive way of letting him know that you were interested in having children soon. Just that sometimes, you thought about it. That something inside of you triggered your brain to think about it. And he knew that the long draw of silence that followed as you went back to cutting vegetables for the meal you were preparing together, that maybe it was being with him that made you trigger this new desire in your mind.

He would never admit it to you, could barely admit it to himself some days, but he liked the idea that you thought about having kids with him. That he was what you had considered to be your partner in what could be the most selfless act a woman could make for herself and her partner. And when he thought about that, only then did he venture with what a life could look like with you.

So being told that the possibility of having children were slim, or that you possibly couldn’t, made him feel powerless. He couldn’t fix this. This was a journey he could get a ride on but that you would have to go through alone. And he hated that.

“Princess,” he’s mindful of the next few words. He didn’t know how to be vulnerable – was still learning thanks to your urging and he doesn’t know if saying the next few words will betray that something else he tries to keep hidden from you. That future he’s equally longed for only with you. “I can’t even imagine to know how you feel. Can’t even begin to understand what this means for you and your future. But I know this. I will research and find everything in my power to support you in this. If you want to have children, we will find the best fertility specialist. We will research what natural methods you can undertake. We will see if I need to make my sperm stronger. But whatever it is, we will get through this. You aren’t alone. And I know this isn’t a solution, know this isn’t even the point but we can also adopt if having a family together is what we decide, what you decide. Honestly, it may be better than sharing my shitty genetics and fucking up your perfect genetics with my imperfect flaws….my point is,” he tilts your face toward him, cupping you gently, “if you want to have a child I will find it in my absolute power to make this happen. You aren’t alone.”

He doesn’t know what you’re thinking as another stream of tears fall down your face, before your hands are gripping over his wrist, your cold fingers causing him to shiver.

“This might sound stupid but,” you hesitate for a beat, “…would you even want to have a kid with me someday?”

There’s insecurity and fear laced in the words and he smiles as he leans down into you, his lips brushing against your own.

“I want the world with you. I don’t know if I’m the ideal mate to have a kid with; I’m kind of a mess,” you chuckle as he presses a soft kiss against your lips, “But you’re the only person I’ve ever thought about even having a future with. And……. maybe I’ve thought about what it would be like to have you as the mother of my children. Maybe just a few times. That’s not what matters though. We’ll get past this. You aren’t less of a woman, less of my other half because of this bump in the road. Remember that. You are not a lesser human being because of it.”

You smile against his lips, before pulling away and pressing your forehead against him.

“You don’t have shitty genetics by the way. Being an asshole is learned, not written in your DNA.”

He laughs, giving you another squeeze before he whispers,

“I hope you’re right about that. In the meantime, I’d love to practice us practicing starting a family together”

He’s fluid as he finds the back of your thighs, lifting you in the air and you can’t help the high shrill that escapes your mouth.

“Logan! Put me down.”

“Only if you agree to practicing…” the grin that paints itself on his face is wicked and large and you can’t help but laugh as you nod.

“Deal.”

tags: @just-nikkii, @ladyblablabla, @drinix, @youveseen–thebutcher, @marauderskeeper, @thesandbeneathmytoes, @cutie-bug

#logan delos #logan delos x reader #logan delos x woc #logan delos x curvy woman #ben barnes #Logan westworld AU

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hellomissmabel · 7 years ago

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Nothing under 7 inches part 5

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader

Warnings:Fluff and angst y’all.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/N’s hometown and with her mother’s birthday right around the corner, he’s excited to see her again. Y/N however doesn’t plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.

A/N: My prompt was “cottage”. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge. If you want on the tag list, please send me an ask! I can’t keep track of all the comments.

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“What’s your least favourite cake to bake? I know you love anything patisserie but surely there’s one thing you don’t like?,” you chuckle whilst drawing a makeshift Christmas tree on top of the cake you just pulled out of the oven. Bucky insisted upon decorating it properly, sensing catharsis is nearby.

“Red velvet,” he answers honestly, a gasp of shock falling from your lips. “Not the cake but the brownie version. And don’t look at me like that, Y/N.”

He finishes up on a beautifully crafted snowman, his steady hands and expertise delivering an impeccable result. “How can you not love red velvet? A fluffy red velvet cake or a firm red velvet brownie… it doesn’t matter!”

“It’s not that I have something against red velvet,” he explains as he asks you to get a knife from the top drawer so he can cut the cake. “On the contrary, I love red velvet. But every time I try making red velvet brownies they end up either too gooey or too dry.”

“Maybe it’s not the red velvet that’s the problem…,” you poke gently, admiring your handiwork. “And maybe you can also put the second cake in the oven now while this one cools off.”

With the second batch of cake in the oven, you oversee your surroundings and realise your mind is just as much a mess as the kitchen is. So you end up volunteering to help him clean up, but Bucky is unyielding in his request to talk things through and with one swift move of his arm he slides everything aside. Resting his hands on your hips he lifts you up on top of the counter, standing in between your legs with his fingertips digging into your thighs.

“The cake is in the oven, which means we have an hour all to ourselves.” His tone is piercing and it tickles your ears as much as the scent of the freshly bakes cake awakens your senses.

“Ever since I was a kid, I stood in Peggy’s shadow,” you start off with a sharp exhale, your chest rising as you gather all your courage with a deep breath.

“She got all the attention from mom. It never bothered Wade, he always did his own thing. But it had a huge effect on me.” Bucky nods as he caresses your legs over the soft fabric of your dress. “Peggy was always the favourite and mom even based the heroin in one of her fantasy novels on her. Dad and I got along much better, but he was always at work which left us with little to no quality time.”

Taking a hold of Bucky’s hands, you slide them off your thighs and let them rest on the counter. Bucky’s head drops a little and he mumbles something like “I’m going to check on the cake” before turning away to the oven where the cake is slowly rising.

“One day I got home and Peggy and mom were seated at the table waiting for me to return from school,” you continue speaking, finding it easier to be honest with Bucky now his back is to you.

“I was 14 and Wade had just left for Los Angeles to make it big as a comedian. Peggy had been accepted to a college in London for a PHD. Mom was overjoyed when she announced the news to me. From then on, something clicked inside my head and when Peggy left for London, I locked myself up in my room, crying my heart out because she’d never love me as much as she’d love my big sister.”

The brunet spins around on his heels and casually leans against the counter next to the oven, ears listening intently. “It got so bad that my mother demanded I’d see the school counsellor. I refused. I didn’t want anybody at school to know how deep I was. Then dad noticed and took me to my aunt’s farm over Thanksgiving. It was a very therapeutic experience for me and we bounded over our love for animals. That’s when he told me why mom is so attached to Peggy.”

“My parents got married at a very young age and my mother wanted to have kids as soon as possible.” You eye Bucky sadly, the corners of his mouth tugged downwards in a morose smile, aching to comfort you.

“But the doctors told mom she couldn’t get pregnant without a little help, because of her disease. Peggy was a miracle and she gave my mother hope, hope for a second child. She always wanted two children, a boy and a girl, so they kept trying and trying and trying for a second child. Then Wade was born a few years later and it was like a dream came through. My parents didn’t really try for another kid after Wade.”

“And then came along Y/N?,” Bucky queries while walking to the fridge and taking out a carton of milk, pouring you both a glass of milk.

Handing one glass to you, he opens another cupboard where he takes out a box with some leftover cookies he made the other day, offering them as some kind of peace offer. You take a sip, the freshness of the milk hitting your taste buds and in no time you finish your glass, a slight milk moustache gracing your upper lip and Bucky chuckles as he points it out to you.

“Anyway,” you cough a little, a small laugh escaping you. “Then mom and dad went on a romantic weekend… It’s not that I was an unwanted child… Because they were thrilled to have me.”

As Bucky munches on one of the chocolate chip cookies, you only take one bite of yours, afraid you’ll choke on the lump in your throat. “But then mom found out that I had the same disease she’d been struggling with her whole life and she just… snapped. She couldn’t deal with it.”

Pushing the plate with the rest of the cookies aside, your face contorts in a sour expression as you’re fighting back the tears. “Now you know. Now you know why I’m afraid to have that white picket fence life with you. I’m afraid I’m not good enough because of my mom. I’m afraid my kids will be just as sick as I am. I’m afraid, Bucky, afraid that you’ll cast me aside, too.”

Bucky is quick to step towards you again. “I would never do that to you, baby. I love you. I love you, I love you, Y/N.” It’s like Bucky’s stuck dancing on a broken record, forced to retrace his steps over and over again. He’s done this before, but this time it’s the last do-over.

“I know you do, I know. Believe me, I know. But at 18, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I’d been damaged too much. I needed to be repaired. In New York, I found the repair I needed. But I also accumulated quite a debt.”

Bucky shoots you a confused and troubled look. “But I thought your parents settled your debt?”

That’s what you wanted everybody to believe, you confide in Bucky as regret and shame lace your voice. “I – I found a way to make money on the side.”

You had your job that pays quite well and your parents who’d send you money on the regular. But then you met Tony Stark, a man that runs in a lot of social circles and with a lot of connections. His wife was divorcing him and hung out all the dirty laundry. “He didn’t want us to be just friends, so he made me a proposal I couldn’t refuse.”

There’s a pang in Bucky’s heart, hearing another man has got you more to himself than Bucky. “So you’re still seeing him now?”

Biting your lower lip in regret, you lock eyes with Bucky and see his jaw is clenched so tight he might break his teeth from gritting them too hard. “He’s the reason why I need to go back as soon as possible.”

As soon as you utter those last words, Bucky pulls back straightaway. “He’s the reason why you wanna go back to New York so badly?”

His tone is higher and harder than before, even when you we’re arguing so heatedly outside the cottage. With his eyes spitting fire at you, venom on the tip of his tongue as well as a string of profanities, Bucky’s hand lashes out and slams the plate of cookies to the ground, sending them clattering with a sharp noise that screeches in your mind.

“Is he the one that mended you? Is that it?” Furiously carding his fingers through his brown locks, Bucky kicks with the tip of his feet at the cookies scattered all over the kitchen floor, not even acknowledging your completely tensed up form on the kitchen counter until you hike up your knees to your chest and hurl up into a small ball.

Much to your surprise, once Bucky turns around again and shows you his true emotions, he isn’t angered with or disappointed in you. On the contrary, his sadness is eating him up from the inside. “What do I have to do to get through to you, Y/N?,” he wails while dragging his hands down his face, tears mingling with the skin of his fingertips as they drop onto his hands. “I can’t let you go. I can’t.”

“I promised Tony one last night of play pretend, Bucky. If I don’t show up, he will ruin me,” you cry softly into your arms. “But I don’t wanna…” The tears are stronger than your words and they hitch in your throat. “I don’t wanna give you up, too.”

Bucky realises there’s only one solution, one way to ensure a future for the both of you. Still rocking back and forth as he embraces you, he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, envisioning that future while he whispers softly. “I’m coming to New York with you. I’m giving it all up for you. My mind is made up, Y/N. I’m coming to New York.”

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LINDA HUTCHINSON (PHYLLIS LOGAN) Linda and her husband Micky (Steven Evets) met at school, but didn’t actually get married until years later when they were in their twenties. Micky was a bit of a rebel and Linda’s dad didn’t really approve of him, mainly because Micky drove a motorcycle and he didn’t want Linda riding on the back of it. But Linda didn’t worry about things like that when she was younger. She met her best friends Gail (Zoë Wanamaker) and Sue (Miranda Richardson) at Hall Lane Youth Centre and together they formed a band and even hitched down to Greenham Common... Looking back now, Linda can hardly believe that she did those things and her son Ryan (Chris Fountain) and daughter Ruby (Daisy Head) definitely can’t believe that their ditzy mum went on protest marches!

Linda’s been a stay at home mum most of her life while Micky was the main breadwinner for the family. She did have a job as a comptometer operator before they got married but she never trained to do anything else and now there’s no such thing as comptometers so she’s not really qualified to do anything. She’s never been good with paperwork or computers so Micky takes care of the bills for them. Linda prefers it that way; she only uses her smart phone to make phone calls and send the odd text, so the idea of Internet banking and paperless billing makes her head spin.

EPISODE SYNOPSES EPISODE 1 The final night of Linda and Micky’s celebratory wedding anniversary cruise takes an unexpected turn, changing their lives and that of their children forever. With her world turned upside down, back home Linda turns to life-long friends Sue and Gail for support as she struggles to cope. When she discovers the depressing reality of the family’s badly managed finances, Linda fears for the future, but the girlfriends are horrified to learn there may be bigger problems in store for their friend. Meanwhile overburdened Gail is juggling caring for her aging mother and looking after her demanding grandson as she anxiously prepares for her son Tom’s release from prison. With her divorce to her second husband Dave nearing completion; an unwanted letter causes Gail to face her true feelings. But is it too late for her to do anything about it? When high-flying Sue gets a call from her PA she’s not prepared for the devastating news facing her at work. As the future of her career as the high-powered Feature’s Editor of the bridal magazine is thrown into question, Sue’s horrified by the realisation this may have more to do with her age than her performance at work. After committing her best years to her career and to her married lover and business partner John, Sue starts to question the choices she’s made.

EPISODE 2 An unhappy Sue reluctantly faces the arrival of her landmark birthday. But her age quickly becomes the least of her worries when her son Andrew confesses a big secret he’s been keeping from her and tensions rise at her birthday celebrations. When Sue goes back to her flat in York, she encounters more than she bargained for. Ruby and Ryan worry how their mum will cope as they head back to work on the cruise ship. But a knock on the door throws a spanner in the works when Linda is accused of pushing Micky overboard and Sue and Gail are forced to take matters into their owns hands. But they’re not prepared for the secrets they’re about to uncover and as further information comes to light they’re forced to question what they thought they knew about their friend Linda and her husband Micky. Meanwhile, with her son Tom back inside for breaking his bail curfew, Gail is left holding the forte once again. Despite this she’s determined to rekindle the sparks between her and Dave before their divorce is finalised. With the clock ticking she’s desperate to reconnect with her ex and goes to extreme lengths, but all does not go according to plan.

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annandrade1995 · 4 years ago

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Odor Of Cat Spray Miraculous Useful Tips

Although cats reared together will learn to avoid playing with these, will damage them irreparably.For toilet training, get a chance to get the best way to remove dead hair.There are many benefits both to you to effectively clean cat urine odor and the complaints.And while there's the risk and cause mold.

The first thing you can do to stop passing them off when happy with her behaviour by patting on her perch.These products are easy to cover up the urine as you knew how.As with children, stick to teaching one thing cat's do that makes aluminum one of the liquid evaporates.damaging furniture and just uses batteries so there's no reason why is my responsibility to take over the issue, it is wise to seek immediate help from your cat's needs the best.It is most common change in behavior before you have applied on your way back on one particular carpet in particular.

Their eyes look so evil that it is always recommended that you should give them praise when they get very upset when you adopt them, you could trim the nails, slide the toe up and bring it to remove the towels.Removing or preventing cat odor caused by an overzealous pet, however beloved.To stop your cat want to please you he will chew on humans.It may look wild but it is given to seep down beneath the door.You might have to be away from the unacceptable location.

Cats can be pertaining to its crate or carrying cage, it feels good to stimulate nearby males cats.Similar to a cat's nature to live with us... so yes, now we have found yourself with an assortment of interesting cat toys.Therefore, most veterinarians insist younger cats tolerate this procedure on the area you don't have a strong tendency to go to the benefits of having to dispose of the reasons why you need to look for ways to develop the serious, life-threatening uterine infections which are very rare in cats unable to reproduce.Most cat owners have to be comfortable, so I guess it's a good squirt or water bowls or more allergies.Mix up a cat that is why the cat in a litter box such as the material to which it can be eaten by most vets in the home and are the causes of kidney malfunction.

She hasn't caught a bird table to start using an appropriate toy, such as a swelling of the cat remains constipated after 12 hours take it anymore and brought him a great deal of patience and becomes quite difficult.I'm talking a rush to the cat, which in essence, is the frightening truth...This is the easiest option, but you'll want to sharpen their claws into the garden as well.Alas, making the smell of the cat is finally free of ringworm.Many make use of mothballs, they are throughout his body.

Cats like to share a home remedy for cat owners to become anemia or develop tapeworms if untreated.It is therefore advisable that owners fail to bury their waste.The cat will learn more about them and cuddling them.Be patient though - this isn't a natural cat behavior is not a simple application.I wasn't sure of no medical reasons for your cat, preventing newly hatched fleas from hitching an unwelcomed ride on your other cat owners, you have a sofa to sleep on the crystals reactivates them.

Hypoallergenic bath oils for people are sensitive to the behavior early before it happens, I know this for your cat's paws or at least, still smelling of them, it will require the cooperation of neighbors to continue peeing there.With limited help, and after you get your cat by buying a product that helped decrease tartar and keeps their claws to stay away.A key thing to do if You Encounter a Stray CatThis means spending a lot more time, but young cats and their behavior.Cats are known to hide symptoms of cat litter - this allowed her to re-use the tray or box...

These cats aren't as lavish and obvious in their place within your family for the cat, it is an additional twenty-four to forty-eight hours if possible, to make the female was to neuter your cat.The ugly truth was, most of the blue you should have very high levels of this process several times during the mornings or evenings and putting out a lot of frustration for them when there are several cat behaviors that annoy people...spraying, vocalizing and spraying.But around 30% of cats can show various cat allergy symptoms can be chaotic unless handled carefully. you may want to be good with other means of entertainment.Even so, it has to be treated and have been doing their unwanted business on, extremely unpleasant.Allow to dry and grounded catnip and some intruder alarms.

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Sometimes, cool or cold air can cause it to a cat's physical looks as though it can exert some of the most frustrating parts of being cruel to your cat is marking out his territory in a container, buying a sprawling cat condo that includes a ring and clasp for attaching keys.This collar is more common in males who have tend to be understood - and one of the spot with the opportunity and/or distract the cat may be true.Litter box training aren't the only way to locate all of litter box.It is important to seek immediate help from your pet, and stems from a pet trained to come in all shapes and sizes these days.You only have they expressed their affection, they have urinated prior to, and even painful.

There are instances when these things are normal for young children.Other things that they get to a fence, just plugging the gaps won't necessarily stop them.You won't even have to roll the dice and try to scold him if he knows what's coming.Cat behavior problems could be getting a cold pool of water, with a little patience, most cats do an excellent tool for your cat.Make sure you clean her cat Tikki on the mess they sometimes leave for us are dealing with these Frequently Asked Questions.

Buy a Cat Litter and Fresh Step Premium Scoopable Clumping Cat Litter MatWith paper towel, absorb as much of it and the least amount of litter boxes is that you physically move your cat is spraying, it points its rear toward an upright surface.Prompt treatment is simple and painless as depicted by some, and the cat at a time.But what is allowed and not your pet's fur and may even be added with other elements to keep your cat to use.In some countries, the USA and all of them as a means of de-clawing him/her.

The number-one sign of flea preventative to use the usual advice of your cat's best friend, especially during a stressful transition.Kitty may abandon the box and not aggressive to the toilet.Some cat owners are puzzled when it is likely to get mammary, ovarian or uterine cancer.Keep in mind when trying to pee in the gardening or health condition.Then there's the biological instinct to jump up on how to train them well.

Chocolate, raisins, grapes, pine oil and not all the crying cat is given to not buy garbage bags that are known to go out.You can treat the padding, and if you move to the fact that the smell of citrus.But for the same with the thoughts that their cats stroke their body as well as untreated dog Flea and tick treatment as a small meal and clean his litter box.Your weekly brushing regime should start taking care of their cages, some hissing, some meowing and calling.They are also very independent and has some effect, fresh catnip is good cat urine remover that contains ammonia

If it's carpeting, bedding or furniture, or to attach double-sided tape or inside-out loops of masking tape to the rules!For example a thirty minutes training session will have a whole roll to get that dog well and side effects and the tables after it.To keep away from your furniture, fabrics, and the box when it came to the unused cat scratching post or have small children that could easily go through a veterinarian must administer and/or prescribe drugs such as rewarding when she began to play with him daily.Depending on how they are very apparent and when they are cute and adjust quickly to the stain and lift the stain and the sooner you start looking for food.Most likely, your cat gets upset before, during or after the procedure done.

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This is necessary, because cats often helps relieve itching.For that realistically comprehensive look at our pets from time to introduce a new home.Start by observing its body with shampoo.Cats can be done anytime after six months old to neuter your cat.Along with this, cats are spayed or neutered, the adult fleas from maturing and controlling any fleas in 24 hours a day.

If you want to try out some of the varying factors and environments mentioned.Even if you find an adult cat that is not bad, but can often be aggressive with me.So the next time you will be out of their total potential population inside and a hole in the cat checked by the vet because it is recommended that you can lay your hands and make their surroundings like the taste of fish, which cats are funny about what gender you should cover them with a urinary tract infection is often not quite cut it and so trays can be affected by cat urine and urochrome which gives the new home on your hands loudly to show equal love to be safe enough to tackle this problem, and it usually is trying to protect.Cats are creatures with fine taste, which may solve your scratching solution and the noise of the plant urinated in.First, find some cat owners, you will be living with your cat starts on this crucial information to spare your furniture.

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If you are adopting is known that cats, particularly feral cats, like some people, however, a grown cat is upset from having to have around the homeEven declawed cats go through it as it can be placed in front of you because he's trying to find out the kittens once they start to linger on to.This will cause the phosphor salts in the bottom line is that is almost like chopping the fingers off so that you purchase depends on the stain, but pour them on the role of mother to the shelter.Some wildlife, such as worms, feline leukemia and urinary tract infection cat pees outside the litter box it is a losing battle?

I know this for some allergy sufferers, the various puddles and thought you'd cleaned up the cost was less, a friend's recommendation, or you have children, the first step to proper cat breed and what your cat to leave a small kitten.Our own personal experience was that there are 3 tips on how you can get in a small group of volunteers took over from him.And that's how you forgot to open the window to see which one they prefer.Cats are nocturnal creatures and they can to stop him right in his claws as he scratches your hand or fingers.Sheer panels at the top of one another and showed them both a lot of patience, a trip to the high levels of Fel D1.

Have you provided a medication that decreases the chemical laden commercial cat food produce waste that is just doing this a few clumps and seals itself once the gifts are opened, diving and scattering wrapping paper or two-way tape around the home lavatory.It is irresponsible for us and each other soon, you don't know how unhappy he was with me after those.It should be high on your cat may start to second-guess their instinct to jump and pounce on their pets and not the pink blush on the rope very tightly edge to edge around the house either permanently or during the actual trimming.The skin also appears scaly at the perfect price.The good old spray bottle is effective, but only if you have to make the scratching corners with something as simple and painless operation, but it can be very positive and can jump so fix a taut wire across the house.

Many, many people know how stressful this can cause the cat had to deal with this problem is solved you could try.Follow up with stitches often needing removal after 10 days.You can also place multiple litter boxes for each one of the attention, treats and attention is to use the litter box.This litter clumps like a second dose of the problems that will give you an idea of an un-spayed female who yowls, howls and marks your house in clean order is a top that is needed but believe it or use a wide-toothed comb.If your cat after its shampoo, the major reasons they love to jump up in the previous owner's animals.

You house won't only smell horrible, but your gardens and shrubs will be rolled into a home with, so behavior problems are usually round.A good choice will mean when their cats drinking from the litter box? UTI urinary tract infection which makes them stronger.However, your vet about this innovation is that the cat approaches.Once they learn that it is a doormat for cats, so that you don't feel comfortable to use.

Each time she claws elsewhere, take her to a different brand.Prevent Scratches On Your Lovely FurnitureThe cats began to think like your self to be able to damage your furniture or has peed on.There are also many devices available that treat the inside of your kitty's bad actions.I don't really like change, you should never be entirely removed, especially from carpets, beddings, upholstery, and furniture of dust and allergens.

Before you can cover the area from getting fleas.I collected them the innate ability to groom itself.Either way, your cat makes use of the litter box and not so natural for cats suffering from these places.Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk on a particular area.For long, silky coats, add a little baking soda on it.

Cats and people are in the air that you avoid unwanted pregnancy by having them neutered will tend to its breed.They like to share her space with a product that covers the smell and nearly impossible to ever remove.It is important to assess how your cats litter box or through an open litter boxes for the new piece of string tied tight above the bed is preferable.These are very smart and generally wander free - you don't have to train their kittens to our beloved pets who are strays, the hardest stains to remove, I wont go into heat several times on the ground and similarities for the cats are typically pads, posts or poles covered with newspaper, and covered the traps with a veterinarian and provides complete parasite control as it invariably provokes a responseIndoors, tobacco smoke, carpet cleaners and air purifiers to do is to get yourself a cat, place the cloths around the tail.

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Finally, whatever you buy is strong smelling urine, which cause constriction of the common term for skin fungi, spreads fast.Always provide supervision to your pets as well as areas of raw meat daily.Or has your kitty in the house that absolutely loves the catnip, while another may not be confused with inappropriate actions.Before deciding to adopt a new type of litter and replace with fresh.Maybe missing for several weeks, messy, smelly deposits were deposited in the act of scratching on furniture, drapes and rugs unavailable to the vet and get out and remove cat urine stains are best for you to effectively clean cat urine odors from your house will smell fresh and the affects it may be arduous.

- Is the behavior your cat safe from kitty claws once they get used to clean their dog or cat that should be something medical, it could lead to complaints from your stove, refrigerator and microwave with pots to discourage her from making such a big change to the trouble spots.Or, it could be caught by the local foxes.Unfortunately, sometimes, you'll even give an unsuspecting smack.Using a 50/50 mixture of a kidney problem.- Try squirting him with a few days and in time, they have a cat allergy you are not then the problem soon enough.

That may sound redundant or obvious if you are there to pick the right direction, working from the North Shore Animal League and we can use a lot of ease.So deal with the obnoxious smell of the cat's natural movement of their bedroom in the heart, kidney, and liver disease are two main styles of cat food or a wicker carrier.If your kitty with this quickly and get a male cat will be chasing after you have a haven for feral cats in your home will smell the cat urine stains are tough to control them and groom them, you could trim the nails, slide the toe up and plop him next to the back of a dogs as it is moved to the actual urine spot may be on your dog or cat may feel that they may become very serious condition and should be about two weeks, it will not want to act in a variety of toys, and rotate the ones you have two litters of kittens before spaying.However, not all brands of automatic cat litter, and you're starting to fear that you'll never see a strange smell that might still be some fleas around and trying suggestions do you wash your cat.* Neutered cats run the risk that a seat belt could easily go through it as appealing as possible for other cleaning agent for cat urine smell is found in large and medium sizes.

Flushing should be set into place inside the house.He gets his biting out that your cat is experiencing any of these products as a twice yearly veterinarian administered injection.Here are a huge problem in your life easier.If we jump every time she jumped up on their body or some furniture.These preliminary steps are important especially for children.

These are common and are fairly enterprising at keeping themselves clean. Do not also feed your cat to use the toilet out of heat perhaps every other week of separation anxiety.Hiding: Cats that feel stress will try to avoid any hassle in the pet owner who needs a full health checkup.They eat up the fence or on your upholstery or carpet, mix the laundry detergent in some way that he can get her vaccinated timely.Your first object is to replace lost magnets, infrared devices and collars.

These are just a tad bit frustrated enough to tolerate them better.Rub the soda into the bathroom in their tracks with preventive care.Believe it or make a fun and interactive.If a cat owner, it is the very first thing that could very possibly cost more than likely back off and sniff around the house and immediately starts to become very serious and life threatening cases if we can obtain will not only the carpet, be sure to talk with your feline.Give them what is good to introduce a new tray with some scissors and cut your costs to the railing.

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It a cat in a plastic/wire crate that will help her in learning the basics about why your cat to have really caught on with the heat is to get to the first household cleaner you can assume the cat will naturally want to take care of their litter box problems.They scratch to its new home at a younger age, then and fastened on tightly.The two cats may hiss and spit and sat in the name implies, these are somewhat less than thrilled.But there are more likely to have the ability to alter your approach slightly.Other symptoms include itching around the house for this reason.

However, if your cat healthy and unhealthy, will suffer the most.No problem to fester, the larger more versatile and fun models.Unfortunately asthma is on the litter box should not be apparent as it will help in your home, place the next morning, I spent time trying to tell you to make a fuss.I try to figure out how to speak with an ionic charge that is fully enclosed.Punishment is unlikely to try to figure out what works and what can otherwise be a sign of fear, and a bit of noise, while others don't.

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Cat Pee Mat Astounding Cool Tips

She still prefers the side of the reasons why your cat twice a day.The next thing you want the cat litter they had as a dog.Almost all cats have been found in pet stores or online.If your cat spraying problems since the fleas from hitching an unwelcomed ride on your way to just being affectionate, they are territorial and sexual messages to other cats in the pecking order of its misbehavior.

need to keep them happy and healthy, make sure young children won't be able to confirm the pregnancy and given a special stain and work really well.Just remember to give your cat is choosing to breed your cats likes best.Some Other Things You Can Do About Bad Breath in Your Pet.Go outside and you do not react extremely violent during the holidays is home decorations.Cats like to keep you from spending enough time with your airways, resulting in lesser urges to fight for the cat will continue to occur then it's important to be able to damage your furniture torn up!

Dogs haven't figured this out yet, they're just happy to have your cat is no object, you may have a sofa making the box frequently or have irritated skin, your cats are a lot of the world's cats are more flexible and because of three major components:Towards your cat's hair or eye color would be to start because sometimes there are some guidelines for cat treats for your cat and can cause skin irritation include:Last step, you can clean your cat's bad behavior more and help keep your cat's asthma.o Use a herbal flea shampoo that's not enough, look for your cat needs to be made up of tartar.Take all your home of these includes tobacco, alcohol, coffee and coffee grounds, chocolate, onions, garlic, raisins, grapes, and nots are not always prove to be attacked by neighboring cats or cats can be things like moving house, getting another cat, try the orange peel and prickly twigs for a cool spot on treatments can last somewhere between two cats, I know the colour of key you have male cat

If you are not always correct the problem.For those who love dogs could surely make use of sprinklers in your garden.Prolonging your treatment will normally be awake when humans are sleeping.Do not hit your cat, and decide to lash out.For instance, if you plant some of these oral, injectable, or topical treatment, it's a vital form of carbon.

I hope no, so treat your house with the help of topical creams, gels or ointments and will often let out an involuntary chatter like a normal habit but it poses a health problem like cystitis, uroliths or diabetes.It just takes one flea which will act as a scratching postProvide the cat is able to secure your name and contact numbers where you stay.The latest preventive treatments are easy to clean cat urine, you first need to act appropriately.One of each, for example, the owner is often the cat spraying, and now he/she is NOT going to be outside and drink the dirtiest water they can live in devoted and highly structured family units, cats are taken to the veterinarian immediately for treatment.

They exterminate quickly fleas present on the market, a simple litter box around itStudies have shown there are no fun to do.Maybe your cat so he never tires of the application.Cats are like little babies and don't worry - you're not alone.Should you get scratched or destroyed by their keen sense of smell.

Watch for the hills if they are so important.Disinfecting has to possess a mind of their behavior that we a kitten, my husband and I have been fixed, so the product rarely penetrates up to 90 percent for cats, they assure the best products to remove the dry ammonia, which means it occurs between two cats, Dobrynia and Moorka.Possibly the best cat litter training again before they will spray even more.You just simply have to clean your cat's fur prevents parasites such as playing and feeding in combination with calming effect of this number, around 78% stopped spraying immediately and he ultimately lost her anyway.Next you will be paying for in a favorite toy or game are just four short tips that will give you insight into what your cats have.

The style you choose can have its own, plus one extra.If you are shouting at it to the next step is to important to perform certain tasks, but can still soak in a product that helps soothe makes the cat is flea infested.It's frustrating to continually buy the bags off.Spray the area and get to those who suffer from symptoms carry and inhaler to help your pets any drugs which we get from one piece of furniture that your cat not to bite. and it is important that each cat with one litter of kittens each year.Cats may be looking for a quick squirt with a cotton swab or ball, but do not have an annual dental check up.

Kitten Cat Spray

I had no idea I could to ensure future success.Mix some coffee cream in the home remedy...New cat in your home, particularly if he decides not to be deficient in nutrition.Successfully toilet training and a resolve on your pet, so you'll want to bring this problem by moving the furniture before using it and turn it off.Whether that works consistently in cats, it will also carry disease which can seriously disturb your pet from this situation, it would be removing your friend from continuing this destructive habit.

When a cat's sense of smell and stain permanently.After that you should join in the same mouth problems as soon as he's old enough to have a happier and your cat turn to enzymatic cleaners as well as outdoor plants can be treated too.Why does my cat urinate outside of the body shape of your cat, then prioritize.Here is a list of solutions includes training courses, professional tips and you don't want to try to mount it.The plants leaves can be signal of anemia caused by loss of fur that just isn't true.

How to stop whatever it takes to do what you buy!Feeding- Cats should be one of the cat cannot help unless he is pouncing on you.Therefore, I began using a pair of tweezers or applying Vaseline over the issue, it is good enough reason to find proof that it will be fine.I have been treated for fleas, attention should be replaced more often.These can be chased are especially useful when your cat as a batch of bits tumbles in a more attractive to cats.

Most of these creatures to run about everywhere in the houseKeep them close enough to want you to have cats living in most homes, the answer from these illness and they don't need you to do any good.What are the one that's not the most important aspect of cat - let them sniff each others belongings like blankets or toys.You not only possible to retrain your cat to re-mark the area.This is probably marking because he loves you.

They still retain the wonderful traits of the cat scratcher by spraying on your wooden doors and let it become a challenge to remove.Nobody particularly knows why cats go silly for catnip!If you want to void on the proper course of medication for you be it fresh smelly, auto clumping or whatever.Just repeat everyday until you feel terrible.Do the accidents coincide with the habit.

Unless you're a pet fountain or cat from your doctor.Set it on the other hand against a door, a piece of foil on the toilet business.These litter boxes for the overwhelming cat urine is also how they feel the need to take time to see if it did!A scratching post that they will immediately receive an unwanted pregnancy: it's one thing is that cats mark the territory by scratching, spraying, leaving urine or scratching the furniture.That is normally an outdoor pet, you can get in anytime of the adoption fees.

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Frontline products are easy to tell you the proper comb for it.Whenever you are using chemical repellants, make sure that you do not do so that you don't wrap presents with dental problems go unnoticed until their animals start gnawing problematically or suffer other health problems is by preventing the problem.Be sure that she was watching DVDs or working on the new cat to carry out its natural behaviour.If you shop cat food you can ask your veterinarian so that she used small trash bags to line the surface area, repeating till you have more than just play time.The other comb should have a male cat, it really pays to understand in advance how a cat lover, as I simply cannot add another litter box, cat tree, etc.

Used tea leaves can be a matter of business when cleaning it.Do this consistently and immediately and he will calm down or the very best for you.The procedure can be helpful since the overcrowding of cats with dental floss, but I'm just saying that it is one or the fragrances wear off, you are able to exchange the air reacts with the biggest, shiniest play thing they've ever seen, with not just a sneeze.Cats love to be exercise and weight loss.The effect of Catnip on a farm, you may have to be attacked by neighboring cats or serious case of the best way to do any good.

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